Friday, March 16, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
She shoots, she scores!!!
Last night I did something on my bucket list. I shot a puck on Flyers ice (and made two of three shots!). The Flyers hosted the first Hockey & Heels event for women only, and Sauconrunner and I went. We got to tour the locker rooms and tunnels the players walk through, ask questions of a player (more on that later), some wives, one of the game broadcasters, and a female sports reporter (wish I was her!), pose on the zamboni and in the penalty box, and more. All in all, it was loads of fun. Of course, Sauconrunner and I could have a thousand laughs if we sat in her living room and roasted marshmallows all night. Which we've done. :)
So, the player. Do you remember my super smooth chance encounter with a Flyer last summer? No? Well, read all about it here and then come back to this post to continue. I'll wait for you.
All caught up? Smooth as sandpaper, right?
Well, he was there last night! I saw him and said, "I have to apologize to you. I'm the lunatic who told you I loved you outside the U2 concert last summer. I promise I'm not a crazy lunatic! I'm really a normal person." He just laughed and shook my hand while pointing to the man behind him (the team's head trainer) and saying, "This time I brought my bodyguard!" Then on his next trip by he graciously posed for a pic. I love this guy. Class act all the way.
When we posed in the penalty box, I jokingly asked if we should look mad about getting a penalty. Sauconrunner apparently took me seriously....
The penalty box pic is definitely my favorite from the event. It makes me laugh every time I see it.
More pics... The two of us on the Flyers' bench.
The locker room.
Just call me Posture Girl. (Could I look any stiffer??)
Action shot... She shoots, she scores!
Look at that form! I think I definitely have a future in hockey. Oh yeah.
Oh, and we also were interviewed for Comcast Sportsnet. No clue when/if it will ever air, but hopefully I didn't sound like too much of a dufus.
This pic isn't from last night, but look what a great seat I had for the Flyers/Red Wings game last week. Row 6, baby! And it was free! (The photo doesn't do it justice, as it was taken with my cell phone. You've heard of smart phones? I have a stupid phone. No zoom on the camera, just aim and press and hope for the best.)
Let's go Flyers!
So, the player. Do you remember my super smooth chance encounter with a Flyer last summer? No? Well, read all about it here and then come back to this post to continue. I'll wait for you.
All caught up? Smooth as sandpaper, right?
Well, he was there last night! I saw him and said, "I have to apologize to you. I'm the lunatic who told you I loved you outside the U2 concert last summer. I promise I'm not a crazy lunatic! I'm really a normal person." He just laughed and shook my hand while pointing to the man behind him (the team's head trainer) and saying, "This time I brought my bodyguard!" Then on his next trip by he graciously posed for a pic. I love this guy. Class act all the way.
When we posed in the penalty box, I jokingly asked if we should look mad about getting a penalty. Sauconrunner apparently took me seriously....
The penalty box pic is definitely my favorite from the event. It makes me laugh every time I see it.
More pics... The two of us on the Flyers' bench.
The locker room.
Just call me Posture Girl. (Could I look any stiffer??)
Action shot... She shoots, she scores!
Look at that form! I think I definitely have a future in hockey. Oh yeah.
Oh, and we also were interviewed for Comcast Sportsnet. No clue when/if it will ever air, but hopefully I didn't sound like too much of a dufus.
This pic isn't from last night, but look what a great seat I had for the Flyers/Red Wings game last week. Row 6, baby! And it was free! (The photo doesn't do it justice, as it was taken with my cell phone. You've heard of smart phones? I have a stupid phone. No zoom on the camera, just aim and press and hope for the best.)
Let's go Flyers!
Thursday, March 8, 2012
The Girl Who Is Finally Reading the Books
OK, I know I'm about 3 years behind the rest of the world, but I am finally reading the The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo series.
Holy schmoley are they good!!!! I couldn't put down the first one (I even came into work 20 minutes late one day because I absolutely positively had to find out what was going to happen in the book, so I kept on reading!). Now I'm mostly through the second one, and it's even better!
I am going to be so sad when I finish the third. There are no more... Ever.
But meanwhile... Run, don't walk, to the bookstore or library and get these books if you haven't already read them!
Holy schmoley are they good!!!! I couldn't put down the first one (I even came into work 20 minutes late one day because I absolutely positively had to find out what was going to happen in the book, so I kept on reading!). Now I'm mostly through the second one, and it's even better!
I am going to be so sad when I finish the third. There are no more... Ever.
But meanwhile... Run, don't walk, to the bookstore or library and get these books if you haven't already read them!
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Why don't I swim more often???
Swimming seems to be the workout I am most willing to skip. But why? I absolutely love being in the water. I love feeling like I'm gliding. (Anyone who has seen me swim can stop laughing now... I said FEELING like I'm gliding. A girl can dream, can't she?) I love how effortless it feels. (Again, stop laughing.) I love the solitude. And the sun streaming in through the pool windows as it comes up during my time in the water.
I don't love smelling like chlorine the rest of the day, of course, but whatever.
After many, many skipped swim workouts, I forced myself to the pool this morning for 2,000 yards. For my last 500, I decided to do a ladder: 25, 50, 75, 100, and then back down (100, 75, 50, 25). I wasn't sure what to expect, but I was really pleased when I downloaded my times.
:22
:54
1:21
1:50
1:51
1:21
:53
:23
So they aren't blazingly fast. They are at least consistent! And my last interval was only a second slower than my first. That has to count for something, right? :)
If you don't see another swim workout in my log (on the right) next Tuesday, you have my permission to yell at me. greek_goddess17@hotmail.com
I don't love smelling like chlorine the rest of the day, of course, but whatever.
After many, many skipped swim workouts, I forced myself to the pool this morning for 2,000 yards. For my last 500, I decided to do a ladder: 25, 50, 75, 100, and then back down (100, 75, 50, 25). I wasn't sure what to expect, but I was really pleased when I downloaded my times.
:22
:54
1:21
1:50
1:51
1:21
:53
:23
So they aren't blazingly fast. They are at least consistent! And my last interval was only a second slower than my first. That has to count for something, right? :)
If you don't see another swim workout in my log (on the right) next Tuesday, you have my permission to yell at me. greek_goddess17@hotmail.com
Friday, March 2, 2012
Well that explains a lot
I was weighed at the doctor's office this morning. 160 freaking pounds. 160! Yes, I was fully clothed. And yes, I had salty foods at the Flyers game last night. OK, so that takes me down to, what, 157? That's still five pounds beyond my heaviest weight ever. How the F did this happen?
It does explain some things, however.
Like how my average pace of all my runs, not just my long runs, is about 9 minutes per mile these days.
And how my pants are all a bit tight in the seat. (Silly me; I thought I was getting more muscular from the boot camp classes! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Theia = Moron! Who knew???)
The way I see it, I have a few options.
1. Weight Watchers.
2. The Biggest Loser.
3. Supermodel Training Camp, aka Anorexia 101.
4. Teach more classes at the gym.
5. Double workouts every freaking day of my freaking life.
6. Sign up for another Olympic distance tri.... or three.
7. Other suggestions?
It does explain some things, however.
Like how my average pace of all my runs, not just my long runs, is about 9 minutes per mile these days.
And how my pants are all a bit tight in the seat. (Silly me; I thought I was getting more muscular from the boot camp classes! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Theia = Moron! Who knew???)
The way I see it, I have a few options.
1. Weight Watchers.
2. The Biggest Loser.
3. Supermodel Training Camp, aka Anorexia 101.
4. Teach more classes at the gym.
5. Double workouts every freaking day of my freaking life.
6. Sign up for another Olympic distance tri.... or three.
7. Other suggestions?
Friday, February 10, 2012
Top Five Signs You Are Losing It
5. You walk into a room and immediately forget why you went there. Bonus points if you have to go up or down stairs to do this. Extra bonus points if you do it at work in plain view of all your coworkers while mumbling under your breath and looking completely befuddled.
4. You call people by the wrong name. Regularly. Even when they're wearing a name tag.
3. You call yourself by the wrong name. (Seriously. A coworker did this a few weeks ago. She is named Kim, and the person I was calling is also named Kim. Kim 1 picked up Kim 2's line and said, "XYZ Department, this is Kim 2. I mean Kim 1!")
2. You talk to yourself. And then you answer yourself. And have a little conversation, sort of.
1. You take a shower and forget to actually wash yourself. This morning I got in the shower, washed my hair, washed my face, applied conditioner, shaved my legs, and got out. About 20 minutes later, when I was already half ready for work, I realized I never used soap on any part of my body other than my face. What the what????
4. You call people by the wrong name. Regularly. Even when they're wearing a name tag.
3. You call yourself by the wrong name. (Seriously. A coworker did this a few weeks ago. She is named Kim, and the person I was calling is also named Kim. Kim 1 picked up Kim 2's line and said, "XYZ Department, this is Kim 2. I mean Kim 1!")
2. You talk to yourself. And then you answer yourself. And have a little conversation, sort of.
1. You take a shower and forget to actually wash yourself. This morning I got in the shower, washed my hair, washed my face, applied conditioner, shaved my legs, and got out. About 20 minutes later, when I was already half ready for work, I realized I never used soap on any part of my body other than my face. What the what????
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