I did not fall off a cliff

Although if I had fallen off a cliff, I could have used the excuse that I broke both of my arms and couldn't type which is why I wasn't blogging. But I made a new years resolution to cut back on lying, so I'll give you the truth. I was busy eating pizza.

In fact, given my recent exercise pattern, we may need to change the blog to, Jules Runs and Hobbs Sits. Its a longer URL though, and we could alienate our huge userbase, lose sponsors, etc etc, so we'll probably just keep it.

As Jules mentioned, Im not marathoning anymore which = zero motivation. Last week I ran for 20 minutes on Tuesday, which I promptly followed with a piece of cake and a coke zero. Water is for pussys.

However, this week I am turning over a new leaf (I have a feeling that will happen frequently throughout the life of this blog). Yesterday, my male companion (who the hell says 'male companion?) and I ran up this:

From the picture it looks like a little hill. But its not. Its really big. Or at least I hope its really big because we had to walk half of the run.

The real problem is I need a non virtual running partner. Of which San Francisco has few. So far I have found people who are willing to:

- swim in the bay

- walk on a treadmill

- attend rhythmic dance classes

None of these are appealing. And who exercises through rhythmic dance?

So until I find someone, my posts will probably continue to be an update on what Im not doing. We'll let jules handle the real content.

Kisses,
Sarah

Holiday Update and Hobbs' Epic Fail

Hello blog readers! All two of you! My apologies for not having written.

A few things to address here:

1. The holidays

2. Hobbs and her epic fail

3. Running

1. My visit to my great state was nothing short of amazing. Snow and merriment abounded. Also you will note there was a goose (as referred to in my prior post).

Goose is best seen here:

Hobbs and I, along with Hobbs' significant other and a few other folks, had a splendid New Year's Eve playing beirut. I had a less than great New Year's Day: I awoke with a headache that could have killed a horse, puked, put my slipper-clad foot into large snow bank (accidentally of course), and had to say so long to my pal Hobbs. Nonetheless it was a lovely trip.

2. Hobbs and her epic fail. So, a few months ago, I asked Hobbs to run this half marathon with me and my beach friend Jaime. She was like, "ABSOLUTELY. LET'S WRITE A BLOG." So she was on bored. And upon our glorious reunion in the best state ever, we ran. In the 5 degree weather. And she hated me for it. She even made me do yoga. For any of you "I'm moderately athletic and moderately in shape and so therefore yoga will be easy, and secretly I have always yoga was for lame, weak people" people out there (I may have been one of these people), you are so wrong. Really. So wrong. Yoga is actually the hardest thing ever. Really ever. I was incredibly sore for about a week. Additionally I was terrible at it. I'm sure Hobbs had a good laugh, since she is a goddamn yoga pro.

This is an actual photo of Hobbs doing yoga:

This is an actual photo of me doing yoga:

Anyways, yoga was tough. But I digress from the epic fail. Hobbs, despite our rigorous, cold weather training (not to mention the yoga and spinning), waited too long to register for the half marathon. So the registration is closed. Seriously folks. Could there be a more epic fail? Jesus.

3. Running. Despite Hobbs and her epic fail (I am in the process of forgiving her), my friend Jaime and I are still signed up to run the half. In March. It seems that the cold, and the dark, and the wind, and the fact that we both have to run alone, are our toughest obstacles. The other day I was running the the snot actually froze to my face. But, treadmills suck. So what to do? Gah. Keep running. Outside.

Off to finish the last of the eggnog! Cheers!