Most Boring Blog Post Ever?

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What happened in Denaland yesterday? Time for another mind-bending glimpse of...

“How Dena Spent Her Day”

5:00 a.m. – Up. Decaf coffee, Facebook, e-mails, straighten house

6:30 – 7:30 – Shower/Breakfast… you know the drill

7:45 – 1 p.m. – Office

1:20 – 3 – Haircut and highlights. Take laptop and work while sitting with foil head.

3:10 – 4:15 – Back at office

4:30 – 5:45 – Home to feed cats, change clothes, answer e-mails. Start edit on deck just sent to me from work

6 – 7:30 – Crossfit and quick walk in park

7:45 – 8:30 – Finish edit on deck, brainstorm corporate identity renaming for client. Eat dinner at computer.

8:30 – 8:55 – Vacuum, scrub tub, clean kitchen. Say hello to Blair.

9 – 9:30 – Quick run to grocery store

9:40 – Realize I have yet to shower from Crossfit. Gross. Hop in shower.

10 p.m. – Fold laundry, read for 15 minutes, lights out.

Exciting stuff. If you’re lucky, next blog post I’ll go into in-depth detail about what I ate for lunch.

Cheers,

Dena

Shhh... (I May Be A Cyclist)

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It’s no secret that I hate spin class. (Written proof here.) I have forced myself to grind through a handful of the “Up! Down! Tighten the tension! Power up the hill!”  pontifications of overly cheery spin instructors who do not seem to understand that at any given point in a spin class I am on the verge of either giving up or throwing up or both.

Which is why I fought getting a road bike. The only reason I did get a road bike is because completing a half-ironman (oh okay, you know me, a full ironman) is on the bucket list. The fact that I neither swim nor bike, however, makes this something of a stretch goal.

So when my dear friends Don and Kathi (both Ironmen competitors) offered to loan me an old road bike of Don’s, I reluctantly agreed. Don spent an hour fitting me to the bike and then they sent me on my way.

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Chills On The Run

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I ran today. Thirteen miles. I was excited about the run. Only thirteen. In these marathon training days of 17, 18 and 20 mile runs, thirteen is a gift. An easy day. A run-and-done given. 

Except today. The humidity was brutal and I hit the wall just past mile ten. Drenched and exhausted, I paused my watch and walked for a bit. I'm a slave to the plan though, so I kept pushing, walk/running the final miles back to the car. At mile twelve, chills set in. Not the reaction you expect or want from your body in 90% humidity. Finishing up in Country Park, I found myself shivering and breaking out in goose bumps even as my skin was scorching to the touch. Diagnosis? Dehydration. 

I wasn't alone. There was lots of chatter on Facebook today about the brutal running conditions. It's one of those things runners just accept. It's August in North Carolina and we're running in it. It's going to suck. 

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