Water is your friend.



Therefore, lack of water is your enemy.  This is something I was vividly reminded of while doing fartleks tonight. (Yeah, I know.  It totally sounds like a name middle school boys would call each other.)  As I was running my guts out, my lovely workout came to a screeching halt when my body finally realized I didn't really give it enough water to do what I was asking of it.  As my stomach started to cramp, I realized how little water I had consumed today.  So, lesson learned--I will make sure to put more water in before running it all out.  

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Li'l Miss Muffet said…
Definition of fartlek, please?
November 20, 2008 at 7:14 PM
Ms. Taylor said…
It is a speed workout. So for me--it means I jog a block, quickly run a blog, jog, run, etc. How are you?
November 21, 2008 at 5:33 AM
Li'l Miss Muffet said…
I just returned from N. Carolina, where I spent some time with Asher. Oh, and Adam and Stephanie were there, too. HA My dad's health is not good, so I spend as much time as I can with my parents. I really enjoy reading your blog. I absolutely howled while reading the Hobby Lobbyist. Nothing quite like working retail, is there?
November 22, 2008 at 6:49 AM
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