Portia and Lola are Besties [that’s Best Friends or BFF for all the lingo-less]. Lola sticks her ENTIRE head inside Portia’s mouth when they are playing. Portia lets Lola nibble on her ears. Portia shows remarkable patience when the puppy is pawing her. And Lola loves her some Portiacakes. Now if only Rocky wouldn’t LOSE HIS MIND and bark non-stop when they played.
Monthly Archives: February 2009
So, as mentioned in the previous post, I am back at Bootcamp. Tuesday was my first day back and we did our usually fitness test.
1. How fast can you run a 1km?
2 How many pushups on your toes and/or your knees can you do in 1 minute?
3. How many crunches can you do in one minute?
4. How long can you hold “The Plank” [plank of death!]
5. How long can you hold “The Squat”
While my results were not as good as my last round of bootcamp, they weren’t as bad as my very first fitness test, indicating that while I’ve lot a lot of what I gained, I’m not back at square 1. Whoot whoot.
Although….. after the fitness test we started working out and by Wednesday morning, my legs were so sore I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to sit down on a toilet and get back up. Seems my legs had forgotten all about bootcamp. one of my fellow bootcampers [who is also back after a slight sojourn] noted that she thought she would need help getting her bra off after our pushup work out.
I was telling Michelle that her getting me fit has produced some kind of weird Trickle Down Regan-omics effect. Donna and I now go roller skating and for walks. And I’ve recently introduced the Thursday Nooner at work, where we go for a walk/jog/stumble around the neighboorhood. And while I still believe the over physically fit are peppering the world with LIES [“I just can’t function if I don’t get my 32 km run in!”] I have become a tentative believer in some of the propoganda. I find my body really doesn’t hurt as much when I’m working out regularly.
Back at Bootcamp and training for my next 5km!
Back to Bootcamp
Well, in December, I had to end my last bootcamp a week early, due to a business trip to San Francisco. and then my bootcamp instructor, the Awesome Michelle, went to go climb a mountain. No really. She’s that fit. And so I was going to STAY FIT on my own. and sign up for bootcamp the first chance I had in January.
Only then I didn’t. And I’ve been on a non stop feeding frenzy since Christmas. Like a “It’s the end of the world as we know it” frenzy. It’s been croissants for breakfast and cookies for lunch and cupcakes for dessert.
And I’m not one of those people who get physically sick from eating bad. Just emotionally sick. as in, WTF am I DOING?? WHY am I doing this? Don’t I have any self control? Oh, is that a left over croissant there, hang on…..
So, I signed up for Bootcamp again and tomorrow is day one. I’m only going twice a week this time, because it’s FRAKING FEBRUARY and cold, but I AM going.
Jessi and I have already signed up for a 5k in March, and I’m going to run it. So, it’s back to Bootcamp for me!
A Post by Lola
Hi! I’m still new to this all and trying to figure some stuff out, but here’s how I think it goes.
1. Portia will play with you until Portia is done. And then she will growl. If you don’t back off immediately and show her your belly, she will lay on the smack down.
2. There is no telling when Portia will be done playing. Sometimes it’s five minutes, sometimes it’s 10 seconds.
3. If you walk away from your food bowl more than 5 times during breakfast or dinner, it gets taken away.
4. The best place to potty is the piano room. Paws down. although you get yelled at for it.
5. It is possible to jump off the bed when you get left there, but you have to really really really want it.
6. Mummy does not want to talk to you while she is in the shower.
7. The best water is in Rocky’s bowl, and no one drinks water from anywhere else.
8. I love Rocky. I’m sure he’s just playing hard to get.
9. Going down stairs is WAY HARDER than going up stairs, so it’s best to cry until Mummy feels sorry for you and carries you down.
10. You always get a treat when you go into the crate.