CONTEST: Haiku, do you?

I was going to use one of those old etchings of bald William Shakespeare, but this is so much nicer, right?

You haulers are a creative bunch, and now you’re going to have the chance to prove it. All you have to do is 1) “like” Haul Buns on Facebook, and 2) create a haiku, or three-line poem, about being active. You could base it on your own experience or completely make something up. I don’t give a fig. But I DO care about sticking to haiku form: First line is five syllables, second is seven syllables, third is five syllables. Your poem doesn’t have to rhyme, but it can. It might go a little something like this:

The sun’s not up yet

And yet I don my Fuel Belt

I must be crazy

— or —

My hips never lie

But at Zumba they shimmy

Watch out Shakira

Be silly. Have fun. And please don’t take yourself seriously. Send your haikus to haulbuns [AT] gmail [DOT] com. Feel free to submit as many times as you like by 11:59 p.m. EDT on Thursday, Sept. 22, 2011.

But what do we win, you ask? Come back on Monday for that little detail!

 

 

September 16, 2011 at 9:36 pm 2 comments

Buns Watchers

As I mentioned in an earlier post, summer 2011 was busy and awesome and busy and life-changing and busy for me. It kicked off in June, when The Fiancé and I became Mr. and Mrs. Haul Buns.

Photo credit: Brian Phillips Photography

Then we spent a beautiful mini-moon in Lake Placid . . . where my chronic Achilles’ tendinitis flared up so badly that I was unable to run for about six weeks. Goodbye to the running I’d hoped would help me work off everything I’d consumed during the lead-up to the wedding and the sweet days of bliss in Lake Placid. (Seriously, I drank nothing but wine, sparkling and otherwise, for about two weeks. It was heavenly. I can’t wait until I’m old and insane and can do that all the time.) And goodbye, too, to this:

Yep, my involuntary respite from running came right at the time that I was supposed to start training for this year’s New York City Marathon. As you guys know, watching the marathon last year got me all pumped up to run it again this year. But I’m going to defer so I can come back strong in 2012. And I’ve definitely got racing plans (for shorter distances) in the near future. More on that later.

Back to the point. I wasn’t running. I was drinking cava and eating brie and having a grand old time making googly eyes at my new hubby, but not so much with the cardiovascular activity. And even though I went back to weighing in at Weight Watchers immediately following our return to real life, I wasn’t really doing what I needed to do.

The summer passed. I continued to weigh in each week, but every single time, I found a reason not to go to one of the weekly meetings. I’d go up a few pounds, down a few pounds, up, down, up. My thinking ran along these lines: “Hm. The scale said I gained half a pound. Interesting. [beat] Do we have any more of those peanut M&Ms left?”

Anyway, I slowly got back into my workout groove, but just couldn’t seem to get my WW mojo working. So last week, I finally went to a meeting. It was held in a church hall. It was a little noisy. But my tush stayed in that chair for the entire meeting. And this week, I lost a little weight. Just a little, but it’s a start. Again.

Helping motivate me: Weight Watchers’ Lose for Good program, which helps raise money and donate food for hungry children and families. But you don’t have to be a member to fight the good fight; your local WW center would be happy to take any nonperishable food you’d like to deliver. For a list of locations, go here and click “Find a Meeting” at the top of the page.

September 15, 2011 at 9:09 pm Leave a comment

Bring Your Sneakers to Work day

This Friday is Run at Work Day, according to the Road Runners Club of America. Since the RRCA are the good people who saw fit to make me a running coach, I wanted to spread the word. It’s a pretty good idea, regardless of whose it was: I’ve slowly worked my way back to doing something active on my lunch break — I was really good about it when I started my current job almost two years ago, but then I got lazy. For the past few months, I’ve made a point to get out of the office for an afternoon treadmill seession or Spinning class a couple of times a week, and it really makes me feel better about work, life, stress, all of it. (Isn’t it annoying when the fitness magazines are right?) If you get any kind of break in your day, a brisk walk (or any kind of physical activity, really) is better than coffee, chocolate, or any of those old reliables we use to keep us going.

I know. You’re so busy. Or you don’t have a set lunch break. Or the company will grind to a halt without you. Screw it. Your health and happiness are more important than whether Larry in Accounting has his TPS reports by 3 p.m. In fact, why don’t you ask Larry if he wants to walk or run with you? Pretty soon, you and Larry will be the cool kids. Everyone in the office will want to be part of your run/walk club. You’ll have to put people on a waiting list. There’ll be team shirts, jackets, water bottles! Bob Harper will show up, begging you to tell him your secret to motivating people to lead healthy lives. And you’ll pause in your lunchtime 5K to say, “Well, there’s this awesome blog I read called Haul Buns…”

Bam. Now, who’s in?!?

Will it help if I tell you Larry from Accounting looks like this?

"Hi! Want an excuse to get sweaty with me?"

 

September 13, 2011 at 10:16 pm Leave a comment

And you thought Spanx were bad

Every once in a while at the gym, I’ll see people who wrap themselves with non-breathable pieces of plastic or rubber or foam, usually around their midsections, in an effort to lose water weight by making themselves sweat more while working out. Those people look silly. If you are one of those people, I still love you, but you look silly. Dudes also do this, but I’ve noticed that they usually opt for the entire body rubber warm-up suit or the sweatshirt-over-towel-around-the-neck-over-sweatshirt approach. Guys, did Martin Lawrence teach you nothing? (Perhaps the first time that sentence has ever been typed.)

I try to avert my eyes in these situations, but there’s only so much to look at while you’re on the treadmill, and I find those super-uncomfortable-looking swaths of man-made materials oddly hypnotic. It’s like a shrink-wrapped trainwreck. I always wonder if the Velcro will pop off and go boomeranging around the cardio room like a bat freed from the zoo.

Anyway, those people would probably dig these new “fat burning” undies, which seem like Spanx on steroids. Side note: These CAN’T breathe well. Why must the flattening of the female abdomen always require turning the lady garden into a hothouse?

September 12, 2011 at 7:13 pm Leave a comment

Reese’s Bad Run and Sam’s Terrible Tumble

It’s a bad week for active, famous (and somewhat famous) folk.

Reese Witherspoon was hit by a car while out for a run, reports etonline.com. Though she went to the hospital, she’s fine.

And TMZ.com is reporting that The Biggest Loser‘s season 9 contestant Sam Poueu — who competed with his cousin, Koli Palu, and is engaged to fellow season 9-er Stephanie Anderson — took a fall from the third floor of a building on Sept. 3 and has been in critical condition at a San Francisco hospital ever since.

Send some healing vibes their way, haulers!

September 8, 2011 at 5:57 pm Leave a comment

Sweaty head style, take two

Today’s gym-to-work hair is brought to you by the side-braid bun. (Thanks to Cupcakes and Cashmere, whose tutorial saved the day!)

September 7, 2011 at 3:20 pm Leave a comment

Haulmont

I was in Vermont this weekend for the wedding of my amazing sister-in-law, Gabby, and her awesome dude, Doug. Though the wreckage from Hurricane Irene threatened to interfere with their big day, everything turned out great.

The happy couple!

I had planned at least two runs while I was there, but with all of the pre-event activities, I only managed to get in a very short outing on the morning of the wedding. Lucky for me, Vermont is so damn hilly that even a short run made me feel like a big effort. (Or maybe it was the beer I had the night before. You be the judge.)

And now, my run in photos.

Some of the beautiful nature right outside the B&B where I stayed. Because I noticed it as I was running downhill, it seemed especially pretty.

Another view on my way downhill. Right about this point, I realized that I'd have to climb back up all the terrain I'd just coasted down. FML.

On the way back up, which — as you may have guessed —took a bit longer than the way down. Don't think about it... think about something peaceful and serene...

Ah. Wildflowers.

Still there. Aw, crap.

Made it back!

Post-run self-portrait fail, crazy eyes and all. But hey, I'm done!

September 6, 2011 at 7:54 pm Leave a comment

Sporty Labor Day deals

Need an excuse to buy those new kicks you’ve been eyeing? These Labor Day sales should make it a little easier to fork over the dough.

TriSports.com: 15 percent off your purchase with the code found here.

RoadRunnerSports.com: Up to 66 percent off (including the 10 percent discount store VIPS usually get) and free shipping

CitySports.com: 20 percent off clearance items with the code found here.

Champion.com: BOGO on all women’s fitness bottoms and sport bras

I, for one, am in the middle of trying to turn my tendency to overeat into a tendency to overshop. (What? It’s kind of progress, right?) The other day, for example, I bribed myself into running an extra mile by promising myself a few iTunes downloads when I got home.

The fact that those few downloads turned into a few albums (Jay-Z and Kanye’s Watch the Throne and Matt Nathanson’s Modern Love) shouldn’t surprise anyone.

September 1, 2011 at 8:29 pm Leave a comment

Does your hairdo stop you?

Today’s Chicago Tribune features an editorial on women’s attention to their hair may be getting in the way of them getting a good workout. Any dudes reading this are all, “Does… not… compute.” But I’m sure plenty of you faithful female Haulers have had at least one instance in which you had to decide whether exercising was worth the time and effort necessary to clean up your sweaty self afterwards. I know this can be an issue for women of color; it’s a regular topic of conversation among the awesome chicks at Black Girls Run. Even U.S. Surgeon General Regina Benjamin has something to say about the fact that women who’ve recently gotten their hair done may skip a workout or two in order to maintain the look a little bit longer.

“Oftentimes you get women saying, ‘I can’t exercise today because I don’t want to sweat my hair back or get my hair wet,'” she said in a recent story in The New York Times. “I hate to use the word ‘excuse,’ but that’s one of them.”

I can understand why you wouldn’t want to mess up hair you just paid someone a whole lot of money to make pretty — it’s the main reason I haven’t cut my hair shorter than shoulder length in three years. If I can’t pull it back into a ponytail, it means I have to dry and do it — which won’t work. Mainly, that’s because I am a A) lazy and B) a slob. Though I always shower after my lunchtime workouts, sometimes there’s just not enough time to shampoo, condition, dry and style my mop. Today, in fact, I happen to be rocking the “I-came-straight-to-work-from-bootcamp” hair, the linchpin of which is a well-placed hairband. (The braid doesn’t hurt, either.)

You'd never know, right?

Yes, guys, I’m gross. But I smell lovely (I promise!), cutting back on twice-a-day washings has made my hair much healthier, and — most importantly — today’s workout is DONE. Join the revolution! Sweaty heads unite!

 

August 31, 2011 at 7:49 pm 2 comments

The Buns are back

February 24.

That was the last time I hauled my own buns to the computer to post something here. Six months of thinking about stuff to post, seeing cool stuff I wanted to link to, fretting about not getting a post up on a day I’d planned it, vowing to get off my virtual tush and publish something awesome the next day.

Six months of excuses and lameness. It ends today.

It’s not like I’ve been laying around re-watching all of the Harry Potter movies in order… well, actually, I have been doing that. but not just that. For instance, there was this (details to come later):

It—and the move from the dirty Jerz to Manhattan that accompanied it—took up a big chunk of my summer. And while I am extremely happy and adjusting to living with a boy in wedded bliss, it’s taken me quite some time to get myself in order.

I realized today that I was totally falling for the “If I can just  ______  and _______, conditions will be perfect for me to do what I really want to do” fallacy. I think you know what I’m talking about. Your blanks may be “get the kids in bed before 9 and get myself in bed before midnight” or “find a new job and lose five pounds” or “organize my sock drawer and figure out how to turn dryer lint into currency.” But it’s all hooey, and we know it; we just forget it every once in a while.

So I’m back, haulers, just as I am: in need of a haircut, a little squidgy around the upper arms, still figuring out how to get my workout groove on, still fighting a daily battle with the Pepperidge Farm Sausalito cookies lurking in my coworker’s snack drawer. (BTW, an entire bag of those chocolate-and-macadamia-nut puppies will run you 40 PointsPlus values. Don’t ask me why I know that. YOU’RE WELCOME.)

But I’m here. And hopefully, you still are, too.

August 30, 2011 at 9:40 pm 1 comment

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