The will to win

The will to win means nothing without the will to prepare.”
– Juma Ikangaa, 1989 NYC Marathon winner

Isn't that a great quote? I've been thinking about it a lot since it was sent to me in my running clinic newsletter. It doesn't just apply to running; it applies to any challenge, weight loss especially. You can't just want to lose weight. You have to put the effort in to make it happen.

Birds of a feather run together

I'll give you three guesses as to who won the Crazy Sock competition at the running clinic tonight :)

Okay, so what if my team and I were the only ones who actually wore crazy socks. If there had been other people who entered, we still would've won. I mean, c'mon. I'm sporting knee feathers. Knee feathers! You can't get much crazier than that.

Or silly for that matter. We did our training run wearing our socks. I didn't notice, but apparently we were getting all sorts of looks from people. And here I thought everyone was just admiring our running posture.

For our delightfully awesome footwear, we each won a water bottle. Awesome! Who says running can't be fun?

Sammies...a greasy little high-point sandwich

I finally tried one of Quiznos' "Sammie" sandwiches - the Chicken Bacon Ranch. Not worth it at all. Not only are they tiny, they pack a lot of calories and fat into such a small package. The best guess I have is 7 points for a sandwich the size of a small taco.

I'm estimating because Quiznos Canada doesn't have nutritional information. I eventually found the NI for a similar sandwich on the American site which is what I'm basing my estimation on. 310 calories, 26g fat, and 1g fibre.

Was the sandwich tasty? I suppose I would've found it yummy once upon a time. Nowadays it isn't anywhere near tasty enough to merit spending that many points on it. I have it marked in my points tracker as "never again."

Server: 1, TinyTrim: 0

Please tell me that tomorrow is Friday. This week at work isn't going very well.

I just got back from an emergency trip to retrieve a server that died. When removing it from the rack, it fell and pinched my finger something fierce. My finger is all tingly and an interesting shade of red and white. The loss of sensation is currently a blessing in disguise because it looks like it'll hurt like a sonnuva when the feeling comes back.

In other news, the running clinic is going very well. My team and I did a homework run last night and it felt really good. It's hard to believe we're up to running 8:1 intervals now. Tomorrow at the clinic we'll be doing 9:1 intervals for the first time. It's also "crazy sock night" and we're hoping to win a prize. Wish us luck!

Sixty-first Weigh-in

I'm down 0.2 lbs this week. I wasn't expecting anything because of TOM so even a little bit is better than nothing :)

Have a great weekend, everyone!

March Madness

Oy. What a week! And what a month for that matter. March was so crazy it spilled over into April. This is the first lazy Friday afternoon I've had in a long time.

Aside from work, I've been busy with my running clinic and going out just about every evening to have fun with friends and revel in the fresh air. I can hardly believe just how active I've become. I used to sit on the couch and think "outdoors" was a dirty word. I love moving now.

Except maybe not this particular second. It's TOM right now. Though I'm not as puffy and crampy as last month, I'm still not expecting great things on the scale tomorrow.

Anyways, I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm still around and that I really appreciate everyone coming to check up on me. It's supposed to rain this weekend so maybe I'll finally have a chance to catch up on blog reading?

Rice in the valley

Today at work we had lunch brought it from a Mexican restaurant. I was so good. I only took a small slice of a burrito and savoured it as slowly as I could. Unfortunately, some rice fell out, down my shirt and into my bra.

If I was at home, I would've immediately shoved my hand in there and fished it out. I briefly considered doing it anyways, but my coworkers are so straight-laced I don't think they even know what cleavage is.

So I sat there for half an hour until I could make a break for the washroom. Retrieving cold sticky rice from your cleavage never felt so good.