Follow the running Smurf...

For those of you who had the privilege of witnessing my costume last Halloween, you will recall I went as a Smurf, the cute, cuddly creatures from the 80's. I have a thing for the little guys (and gal, just one gal), so it should come as no surprise that I own a blue t-shirt with a giant Smurf on it. If you've ever looked around the gym, you see people decked out in the latest lightweight gym attire (which probably cost a fortune). As for me, well I have my favorite pair of shorts and an array of shirts. Most of them are corny (Green Eggs and Ham, Chia Pet, etc.) and today I chose to wear my Smurf shirt. As I'm running (to a disco song, I'm sure), I look up into the TV attached to my treadmill. Now, I never turn the thing on and rarely even notice it's there while I'm sweating to the oldies. However, today, I had to laugh because the Smurf on my shirt was perfectly centered as a reflection in the TV. As I ran, the little blue Smurf ran in tandem. I don't know why I even found this remotely funny, but I had a little mythical creature as my running buddy.

Today started week four of the couch to five K program. Or, as I call this week, "bitch slapped across the face with running". For the first few weeks, it was a false sense of security - just a few minutes of running here and there and lots of walking. This week, however, the gloves came off. I was sweating so bad, my shirt went from yellow to gold and I looked like Ted Striker in Airplane! when he was trying to land the plane at the end. I made it, however, and lived to see another day.

The HAM of the Day goes to my gal, chatty Kathy. Ok, I am nobody to bitch about people on their cell phones every waking hour of the day as I'd be the world's biggest hypocrite. However, there are a few sacred places - one of which is the gym. As I walk up to the mats today to work core, I see this chick doing crunches while chatting away on the phone. Now, when I do crunches, I'm typically taking the Lord's name in vain. So, unless she's talking to the big JC, I highly doubt those crunches are effective. Just my two cents...

The JAM which saved my workout is "Get Low" by Little Jon. If you're not into hip hop (I'm guessing the over 40 crowd reading my blog - oooo too soon?), it's the song Sandra Bullock sang when she was dancing with Betty White around the camp fire in "The Proposal". The song's crass, vulgar and just the JAM I needed for the last five minutes. Though, if I bent down and touched my toes, I'd be a treadmill casualty, right?