I love funny...

Funny, to me, is being shoved into awkward situations that (if you had the guts to speak up) you should be able to avoid.

Case in point: BMI testing at Oz.









For us ladies, I probably don't have to go into detail. But I will because my ranting will make me feel better.

First of all, all I wanted was a membership to Oz so I could partake in the awesome workouts with fellow TriFusionites and not be afraid that the roof will fall on my head or that one of only 5 treadmills will work or that maybe I'll catch some funky disease from the carpeted bathroom floors at Global. What I forget is that these Oz people are all about UPSELL, UPSELL, UPSELL!! So why not try upselling me on the idea of a personal trainer by "making" me have my BMI done? I mean, what could be more motivating?


So I am led back to this small cubicle of a room (which hides nothing, by the way) to discuss my goals and what-not. Then Mr. Sam pulls out this green pincher looking thing...what the hell?! He explains where he needs to pinch (pinch?!) and that's when I realized I wasn't going to like the outcome of this
visit.











First my tri's...then my back...and then the dreaded love handle and my favorite, the bellybutton portion of the tire I love to lug around...yes, I even asked if this part was necessary. Then my tree trunk of a thigh...the best part though, is when he said, "Ok, now I need your chest."





"Um, what?"

"I mean, your calf."

Whew. That was close.

So after the torture was done, he seemed a wee bit unconcerned about the numbers. This makes me question the accuracy of this pinch test. I know the BMI calculators online are sketchy but how accurate can this pinch thing be?

So I really don't know where I'm at on this BMI thing. According to Weight Watchers, I'm obese...teehehee...that's dumb. But according to Mr. Sam, I'm average...which I chuckle at as well. So I took both percentages and averaged them out...this seemed to be more accurate in my mind as I don't see myself as "average" or "obese" but right in the middle of the two.

I'm ok with this...for now.



But! I'm now a member of our so coveted Oz Fitness!

Sunday Runday

I came up with this clever (or so I thought) name for my runs on Sundays...

SUNDAY RUNDAY.

Very original, I know.

I realized yesterday that sidewalks and shoulders are hard to come by these days. So I drove around for a bit looking for a new, clearer route to shuffle. Aubry L. Parkway from W. Rifle Club Rd to Bowl and Pitcher and back turned out to be the route, and what an awesome run! Sunny, gorgeous and little traffic...with other runners on the road to make it feel like I wasn't alone. Don't get me wrong though. I loved doing this one solo- sometimes you just gotta get out by yourself.

I decided also to try some tricks as suggested by Mike at the last Tri-Fusion meeting. The thoughts went like this:

Ok, shoulders relaxed, check

Where's my foot strike? I dunno, I can't tell. Feels like maybe a mid foot strike?...meh.

Arms at 90 degrees, check! Crap, now my shoulders are tense... ok relax shoulders

How's my torso rotation? Lets keep it to a minimum...oh wow! This makes my arms swing more! weird. Breathing is good!

Head up, slight lean forward...ok that feels silly...lets not do that right now. (it's about this time a car passes at such a slow pace that I begin to feel like a beast in a drive-thru zoo)

Look at my shadow for some sort of inaccurate form evaluation... ick. I look like a glorified speed walker...no wonder they tell you to keep your head up.

Now I know I'm heel striking. I must be getting tired. Arms still good, shoulders tense again (how does that happen?) Relax! Oh ROCK! (that was close)

Mike said something about ponytail bobbing...how the heck do you run without your ponytail bobbing?!! I'll just braid my hair.

Why do my pants always head south?!

stupid shoulders, knees and toes!

hinging a swips, soot triks, ponybobbers showhokddsts BLAH!

How about I just run?

I did.

And it was great.

Getting back into the swing of things...

The combination of the weather, my leaky ceiling, the holidays, and a last minute move due to the leaky ceiling has kicked me off my "usual" routine. Thankfully, I have Tri-Fusionistas to offer scheduled workouts to get me back on track. Thanks, guys! You saved me from turning into the likes of Eeyore and kept me more like Tigger!

Now, if I could just find a pool that won't strip me of all my moolah.



Also, thanks to Steve and the folks with the Brooks ID program, I will be sportin' some awesome apparel. Gosh, this sport gets better and better each year!