working out at work

I sit at a desk for eight hours a day. My bum loves it, the rest of me does not. Working in an office has its advantages. But it certainly has it's disadvantages.

Co workers bringing in tempting, mouthwatering donuts *drooling*, lack of movement, fast food restaurants flanking me from all sides. I feel like I am at the Alamo, surrounded on all sides and praying to throw the white flag into the air.

I have a few things I am going to start slowly implementing into my day to bring back some healthy to my slouchy day.

• The first is something I have been doing for a while, but will continue on. I freeze my 32 oz Nalgene bottle with water and drink it throughout the day. It took a while for my body to adjust, but having done it for months now, it is like old hat.
• Setting my Outlook alarm to go off every hour and at the very least getting up from my seat and taking a lap around the office. Also trying to stand at my desk more when taking phone calls and reading through emails. Get that blood a pumpin!
  
• Getting an exercise ball just for sitting on during part or eventually all of the day. My posture is generally pretty good, but I notice that as I get tired during the day I start slouching and hunching over my desk a bit.
  

Nothing major right now, but something has to change. I put in all this effort to wake up before the birds and put in a run, and then laze around for a good chunk of the day. That cannot be healthy.

On a side note and totally unrelated to anything else, I want to get a swim workout in. Unfortunately my goggles are MIA. I either need to find them stat or need to invest in another pair. Cannot swim without them since I wear contacts and inevitably loose them when I am doing laps.

play of game distraction

A ten mile run was on the books. But then I got the call. Two tickets to Lambeau Field. Bye-bye run, hello Packers! Not to mention that I have been dying to get a night shot of the field with my fisheye lens. It turned out just how I imagined.

The Aaron Rodgers fist bump. Bros just giving each other a pat on the back. As they should. That is exactly how I look after a run--relaxed and just hanging out, not a single spot of sweat on my brown, and perfectly coiffed hair.

Although I did allow myself to once again be distracted, I did fit in a nice 6.5 mile run on my day off to make up for my slacker tendencies. I felt good, my muscles had a hard time falling asleep afterwards. But at least I had a Packer victory to get me through the night.

Yeah, the score is correct, 59 to 24. And if you look at the screen on the scoreboard, it looks like Aaron is giving another fist bump, this time to the opponent after the game. Is it some secret male athlete language, and if so could I have the translation?

Fist bumping it over and out.

stream of conscious running

When I run, I run alone. All part of my lone wolf syndrome. Apart of that running is my internal dialog. A small portion of what went through my head during a quick three mile run, here it is in the unedited version...

Oh, a Robbie Williams song coming up on my iPod. Thank goodness for the British.

Why is the guy in the yellow Slug bug staring at me? Better yet, why is he driving a beetle?

Wish I was out sailing right now, they all look so pretty.

What should I have for dinner--leftover chili it is.

Poker face, she has me like nobody, something lyrics I can't remember.

Wow, I bet if that lady was going in the same direction as me, she would totally pass my rear end. Kudos to you speedy woman, I aspire to your greatness.

Did speedy woman just pick her nose?

Nah, she's too cool for that right?

Crud, only two miles in and my tummy feels like it wants to expel its contents.

Shouldn't have eaten that chicken right before I ran, but it's soooo good.

Damn you chicken. But I love you still.

Tonight I'll be visiting with the 'rents of some of my favorite kiddos.

They will have wine.

Hmmm....sounds good right now.

Wine--I'm such a wino.

Not really, but sometimes I wish I could be.

Damn you Lady Gaga with your catchy songs, thank goodness no one knows your on my iPod run mix. Just dance, baby....

Mom's friend left a pumpkin on my patio today.

What the heck am I going to do with a pumpkin?

I could make a pie -- wait, never done that before, scratch the pie.

I'm hungry now. I could eat a horse.

Okay, no. That is disgusting, there is no way I could eat a horse.

Maybe a cookie. Chocolate chip of course.

I wonder if Robbie Williams likes chocolate chip cookies?