And Now...

...for something completely different.

Well, not completely.  There will still be drawings, but they won't be just about me.  Today I'm guest posting over at Half Past Wonderful!  Yvonne is an aspiring photographer and has a great eye.  Oh, and it turns out she's starting a triathlon training program so a lot of you guys will have things in common with her!

Of course I could never post without a picture, so here's just a tease from the guest story:

Yvonne is a cool chick (she rides a MOTORCYCLE you guys!) so have a look around while you're there and don't forget to say hello!

Now off you go!



Oh, and just one more thing:  I am 2 (two) (deux) (dos!) followers away from 200, at which point I will be doing a giveaway.  I also reached 10,000 hits over the weekend! Yay! And thanks y'all :)

PT Stands for "Pathetically Tri-ing"

Since I got this lovely injury, I started back up with my physiotherapist Jenna, or physical therapist for all you Amurricans out there; PT for short.  Many of you have already met her through my first spin post.

We spent our first few sessions with heat, high-tech electrocution e-stim, ultrasound and deep tissue massage.

I was sent home with some gentle stretches and once I was not hobbling too badly it was time to get to work!  We were going to focus on ankle and foot strength.  Enter the BOSU BALL.

If you're a child of the '80s like me (I'm totally not that old, right??), then you'll remember the Pogo Ball.

I never understood this "toy".  In my mind it was always a broken wrist, ankle, elbow, nose, coccyx and all ten phalanges waiting to happen (Phoebe: "Something is wrong with the left phalange"). 

This is precisely what I think of whenever I see the Bosu Ball, which is PRE-cisely why I've always ensured a 10 foot radius between it and me at the gym.

But I digress.

First, I got on the ball, round side down (with a little help of course) and was told to balance.

 Once Jenna finished laughing was satisfied with my attempt, she flipped the ball over and had me stand on one foot while lifting weights.

(I am now quite certain she just makes up these "exercises" to see them on the blog.)

Then, it was off to the treadmill.  If only I was allowed to turn it on.

Ever try walking on a non-ON treadmill? It's hard. Which was of course the point.

I did get to turn it on for the next exercise that involved walking sideways on a treadmill.  It may have caused a bit of motion sickness and it definitely caused a lot of klutziness.

After the treadmill it was back to the Bosu ball (Yippee!).  My mission--which I have no idea why I chose to accept--was to stand on one foot, bounce a ball against an angled trampoline and catch it.  She started me off easy with a low-weight medicine ball.

So then we switched to a good ol'-fashioned dodge ball and that worked better.  And next week I will learn to dodge, duck, dip, dive and dodge!

Side note: *Some* of you may already know this but medicine balls, even if they're just 2 lbs, do no bounce off walls.  Even if you're in a very public place. Like the gym.

UPCOMING POSTS: RACE RECAPS. ALSO, IF YOU HAVE A CHANCE, I DID A FUN LITTLE GUEST POST EARLIER THIS WEEK OVER AT DAT'S SO CUTE.  BJ, THE AUTHOR JUST HAD A BRAND NEW BABY SO GO ON OVER AND SAY HELLO!