blistered feet, as your spinning round my mind…

Posted on January 29, 2011 by Jennie Palluzzi

Well folks, I took a two day break, which was mostly uncalled for, so to make up for it I made myself get up on a Saturday morning to run. I was two days behind! It’s like I screwed up the whole training schedule and I’ve only just begun! To make sure I went (and he went, too) Scott this time said he’d pick me up. (We were supposed to run together on Tuesday, and on Wednesday we had a six-am yoga date, and I was stood up both times.) 7:57, Saturday morning, and he was downstairs, ready to go.

The result? Always run with a buddy. I ran my mile in 13:00 flat, at a .5 incline (because Lauren told me too, and there are only 2 people in the world that can boss me around: Lauren, and my sorella.)

My fastest mile yet, at an incline too. And my iPod was on my team this morning, too. So, even though I went to bed at 1:00 am after another successful pizza night, I think it was worth it.

Today includes: bball with my five year olds, archery with my ladies, a few hours of getting stuff done and then a girls’ night in. I cannot wait.

I like it in the city/when two worlds collide…

Posted on January 27, 2011 by Jennie Palluzzi

Today was a running day. I set my alarm for 5:45.

I woke up at 7:15.

Liz had gotten the office pastries. I ate half a chocolate croissant.

I ate a cinnamon bun.

It’s almost Friday. Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be a running day.

you’ll be a ***** because you can…

Posted on January 25, 2011 by Jennie Palluzzi

13:30 minutes. 1 mile. 1 time jumping off to stretch my arches, because they were squished and couldn’t flex properly. 1 blister. 1 “Yes We Can” and 1 “No Air” among other hot jams that kept me going.

6:00 am, you don’t scare me anymore. Sunrise, nice to see you on my way out of the gym. Happy Tuesday, friends.

Tonight = reserved for President Obama.

I hope you’ll join me in viewing so we can talk about it tomorrow. I can’t wait to see what he has to tell us.

Pedometer on. Here we go.

So stop being a wuss.

Posted on January 24, 2011 by Jennie Palluzzi

My sister text messaged me the other day.

We should run a race.

She says this a lot. She was ill. I chalked it up to fever.

Then she switched to other topics. Hometown gossip, mainly. I let it go.

Next day, I get an email about her birthday. Snuck into the bottom is,

Also, Jennie, Mikie, and Jon, here is the race I have decided upon…

A 5k. In May.

It included this: So stop being pansy babies and start running.

So I did the only logical thing one can do with older sisters: I started running. She sent me a training schedule that I knew I could not start, because Step 1 was run a mile and a half. Doubt it. So I found a website on “How to Run a Mile” which was exactly what I needed. I am not following it exactly – I am basically running until I can’t run anymore (which is not very far, don’t worry.)

Here’s what it comes down to. I started on Friday. I ran a mile on the treadmill. It took me 15.5 minutes. I took Saturday off, rock climbing instead, and ran again yesterday. I ran outside, and it took me 17 minutes. I chock that up to weather, shoes, and terrain. And because my arms were so sore I could barely lift them. And because I am bad at running, mainly.

Today’s an off day, and since my arms are still sore, I took it as a completely “off” day, but I did get this yesterday at REI, so I won’t be having many “off” days from now on, since I am going to want to run this sucker up.

Tomorrow, I have to face the treadmill again. Not looking forward to it, but I’m determined. Or maybe I am just scared of my sister…