tobermory's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dashing through the snow The weather of crappitude – it hath arriveth. It started snowing in earnest about an hour before I left work yesterday and continued all through the night and, indeed, continues even now. I had to chip out the car this morning to drive to Boot Camp – luckily I left myself some extra time. Our fearless Boot Camp leader apparently wasn’t quite so lucky causing him to be about 20 minutes late. His assistant had us run laps on the track with some sprints and high-knees/butt-kick/shuffle/carioca laps to bide the time. I actually enjoy running on the indoor track (12 laps/mile) because it’s short enough that I can occasionally lap some of the really, really slow people. It’s the tiny achievements that keep me going. Oooh! I need to do a product endorsement for my new favorite thing in the world – IB-Relief. It’s a topical pain reliever (mostly ibuprofen) that has some sort of fancy patented delivery system to get the pain reliever to the, um, point of ouchiness. While it hasn’t cured my shin splints it makes them way, way more bearable. The price is steep, $20 for a 2 oz. tube, but I’m willing to shell it out because it actually does relieve the pain and reduce the swelling which in turn makes it not quite so horrible to run. In fact, dare I say it? I’m beginning to enjoy running. I’m not sure that I’ve experienced the much touted Runner’s High, but I get a real sense of accomplishment when I’ve finished a race and sometimes when I’m running I actually feel a surge of energy when a good song comes up on the ol’ iPod shuffle. What’s more, as Shakira put it so well, hips don’t lie. The running is really changing the shape of my body – I’m much leaner through the bottom half. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still no skinny-minnie size zero (comfortably in a size 10, thank you), but I can really tell in the way my pants are fitting me now – I have much more room in the hips and buttal region. There used to be a fat-blob above each hip towards my back (I believe they are affectionately called saddle-bags) and I’ve managed to run them into submission. I can now comfortably wear the Pearl Izumi cold weather tights I have in size medium without either a noticeable muffin-top or hip-blobs exposed to jiggle for all the gym to see. Amusing anecdote from last night’s belly dance rehearsal. The group’s costumes for the Nutcracker came in last week – we have red velvet harem pants with slits on the side from mid-shin to upper-thigh (again, thank you running for shrinking the things that will now be exposed to a paying audience) and jingly coins sewn around the waist and slits, and a red velvet choli, or half-shirt. Our teacher, who has a solo during our number, has a different costume and she debuted it last night. Hoo-boy. Nothing wrong with the long, purple velvet, swirly skirt, but the top! It’s a purple velvet deal that ties under her boobage and I think it exposes much more of said boobage than she expected. I said that it was great – now we could completely suck at our dance and it wouldn’t matter because no-one would be looking at us anyway. It was that revealing. Um, maybe revealing isn’t quite right because nothing really bad was revealed – I think precarious might be a better descriptive word. There is a clear and present danger involving containment of the boobage. All will be made right by the performance date - I think she’s going to alleviate the NC-17ness by sewing in a modesty panel that will cover up the cleavage. Personally I think she should leave it as-is and the dance school should make a new poster featuring her, um, assets – that way they’d be guaranteed a standing-room-only crowd. Food Log: 3:23 p.m. - 2007-12-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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