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
Sarah
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