“Toto! I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore!” But I didn’t see no rainbows, oh no.
Holy crud monkey, that run on Saturday was seriously like running through a bloody tornado! (A West Coast tornado that is ;)) All along the boardwalk were smatterings of debris, and clusters of chairs that had been whipped over the patio of a nearby pub.
I kid you not, on the way out, my body was actually being pushed forward by the gales of wind at my back. I could feel my legs speeding up; the winds would not let me go slow. And I’ve got to be honest, that part of the run, was totally fun. I mean, if I could have my own personal wind at my back (like Father Time blowing non-stop hefty gusts of air) pushing me through a marathon, I’d be like a sub 3.5 hours for sure.
The way back, however, was a whole different story. What caused me to go super fast for the first half of my run, had the reverse effect for the last half. Running into that wind was like running through quicksand. It felt as though I was going nowhere. The gusts were whipping at my face, icy tears streaming down my cheeks, and frustration burbling in my belly. I do NOT like going that slow!
But, on the upside, while I only ran a little more than 4 km, that wind made it more like 8 km. Yep, I’m totally going with that 😀
WIZARD OF OZ RUN:
- BG before: 5.3 (3 crackers and PB, no bolus)
- Temp. basal: – 50 per cent (30 minutes)
- Distance: Between 4.0 and 4.5 km
- Time: Forgot to time myself
- BG after: 4.2
- Temp. basal: +50 per cent (30 minutes)
Did you watch the Oscars on the weekend? We did… it’s tradition. Our favourite Italian family hosted the second annual Oscar pool where we each selected who we thought would win. Last year, one of the boys, who hadn’t seen any of the movies won the pool (the nerve!) but this year, Mario, who had watched the most movies on the ballot, showed him up. Phew. I tied for third… my problem is I vote with my heart. AND, I’m too busy concentrating on the dresses to be paying attention to the ballots 🙂
My favourite dresses this year: Natalie Portman (love red and love polka dots!) and Penelope Cruz. The worst: (no surprise here really) Meryl Streep. Great actress. Great speech. God awful dress; it was like gold lamé drapes wrapped around her!
Who are your best/worst dressed picks?