Piglet playing….

This video is from Edgar’s Mission Farm Sanctuary in Victoria, Australia. Go to their site to see the amazing work they do to help farm animals. If you will, support them by donating.

So why the video? What do these piglets and I have in common?

If you didn’t know, I ran 4(ish) miles on Sunday. If you didn’t see me run, watch the video, my running was just like those piglets’. No run tracking, no headphones, no water bottles… Zero fuck was given while running that 4 miles.

The best part? No aches, breaks or pains. I spent the rest of that day planning my 2017 race calendar. Like 2016, it could very well be super expensive, destination races. Hold on to your butts, I will be posting my race calendar soon(ish).

PEACE

*Back in the high life again…

So almost 14 weeks after Iceland, epic fail at running, last Saturday morning! Could not go for more than 1 mile due to some new shit on my right foot! WTF! What a runner to do?

Go to my rolfer, the miracle worker.

One session one afternoon. The next morning, I ran to the gym, about .5 mile, NO PAIN! Saturday can’t get here sooner!

BTW my physical therapist asked me last week why do I keep showing up for therapy. And that I am good to go. So I took off the braces and started wearing non-compression socks in a long time.

#Win

*that song is singing for me 

Worlds collided!

Remember when I went to Iceland to do that multi stage race? That was a tough mofo, right?

Could there be anything tougher?

The core team that prepared me to run that race consisted of my nutrition consultant, personal trainers, nurse practitioner, rolfer, massage therapist and yoga instructor. I managed get all of them to come to my place for a thank you party.

Yes, that was definitely tougher.

My boys ushered everybody in : “Welcome contestants. Let the hunger games begin.” img_5931

We gathered at my rooftop just as the wind picked up momentum. A few minutes later, while most of us were still eating and drinking, “just a lil bit of wind” gained hurricane force, started blowing food off of our plates and the tables and we had to abandon ship. Meaning all 11 of us (hmm… actually 13, sorry tango and Fox) had to get into my teeny tiny apartment where we pretty much had to take turns to sit.

Mostly because Tango (the axe cat) decided to keep a whole seat for himself. img_5932

We played Rockband 4 on my PS4. Fascinating, how, not more than one of us could play at the same time. Epic fail on the host. But one at a time, we played.

Oh, here is my awesome team14963191_2903562399422_7934598157229271738_n

From left : Amy from OK, Lisa, Michael, George, Nate, Alex, Saiju, Amy, Ellen and Chelsey.

And a million thanks to Cat for taking this picture.

Because between George “the lightweight” getting drunk and being hilarious after ONE drink AND Alex super patiently explaining “I’m whiskey”* to Cat AND me successfully escaping an attempt to make me retell my “undie story” AND all the “thats what she said” situations where I could not even make eye contact with Alex without bursting into a laughter AND Ellen’s funny and interesting stories (as usual) AND Cat and Nate and George playing RB guitar one small note at a time and their honest attempt at a high solo score…. HilaArious!

My point is, I was so into what was going on, it did not even occur to me to take pictures! The social media ho / diva / teenage girl / hairy Irish man in me is completely devastated! teen-girl-face-crying-facial-expression-cartoon-vector-illustrations-yellow-background-red-haired-emoji-79901552

And amazingly, they all liked the vegan food I got from my favorite South Indian restaurant, Woodlands!

Well, there were more than just Samosas and deep fried snacks but no pics <sadface>

I could write a post about each member of my team! May be after the next party… 😀

WORLDS COLLIDED! 

 

*  I introduced my kitties Tango and Foxtrot and said “that makes me Whiskey”. Cat had NO CLUE what that meant and Alex had to explain  the WTF *facts* 15037340_2903563079439_1666844468912705311_nAlex (L) and Cat