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If Apple can go around just making up words like phablet, then why can’t I, right?
My running friend, Lisa, and I came up with the following running-related words that we are totally going to start using:
Ritching — running and bitching.
Binjury — condition caused by too much alcohol the night before which affects performance.
Runover — running with hangover.
Froscara — ice on your lashes after a run in a blizzard.
Shoefies — selfies of your and/or all your running friends’ colorful shoes.
Yakstack — the pileup of clingy snow that occurs under your Yaxtrax when you run through wet snow.
Yakstomp – stomping that must be done mid-way through a run to dislodge yakstacks.
Linedance – what you do while waiting in long porta johns before or after a race. Also, can refer to movement done to stay warm at the start line on a cold race day.
What would you add to the list?
These photos of my husband and I running perfectly illustrate why he made it to Boston & I never will.
He’s all business:
Meanwhile…in Heather land:
Stopping for hugs from the cutest little water stop volunteers ever….
Long, but interesting read about the Western States 100: The Toughest Footrace in the World.
Doing the Color Run this Augusts? Here’s everything you need to know to rock it (according to this blogger, anyway).
Love racing? Love beer? Then here are some runs for you!
Are calluses bad for you as a runner? Outside magazine says, probably not.
For you science geeks:
* Do diet beverages really help people lose weight? A study seems to have found the definitive answer. But…for what it’s worth, water is best. Why ingest chemicals?
* The only running app you need, according to Runner’s World’s Mark Remy.
A little long, but funny:
The best thing about a big city marathon is the spectators. They come holding homemade megaphones (and real ones), inflatable alpacas and tons of funny signs.
I’ve run a lot of marathons & half marathons and have never seen as much entertainment (planned and otherwise) on the course as I did in Pittsburgh on Sunday. It was like a three-ring circus with bands every other block, school kids cheering, neighborhood cheer parties, and of course….plenty of fans holding hilarious signs.
Unfortunately, I always seemed to be on the wrong side of the road, or my camera wouldn’t turn on quickly enough, so I didn’t get many photos of the spectators (below), but they did not disappoint.
A few of the favorites I saw this weekend:
* I only cheer for hot moms. You qualify.
* Puke and rally
* If it were easy, it would be called your mother
* Never trust a fart in a marathon
* I’m proud of you, random stranger
* My mom runs marathons. And all my dad does is drink beer.
* Hot guy ahead, creepy guy behind you. Run faster!
* This will all be worth it when you update your Facebook status!
* My mom is the one with nice legs.
* Does making this sign count as exercise?
Is urinating in public paleo? (I’m still trying to figure this one out.)
BTW — if you were at Pittsburgh and were wondering about the inflatable alpaca’s, the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette got the scoop:
Alpacas ‘out of hand’
Six inflatable alpacas bobbed over spectators’ heads along the marathon route. And, somehow, this felt normal.
The friendly folks hoisting the alpacas are members of the Pittsburgh Triathlon Club, a bustling 250-member group, but this is a very particular sect of the troupe.
Team Iron Alpaca was formed five years ago when six strangers biked to a nearby alpaca farm, Chris Rotelli explained, “and we were all friends by the top of the climb.”
Mr. Rotelli, the ringleader, shouted a rapid burst of encouragement as his wife, Julie, passed by in the last mile of the half-marathon.
Mr. Rotelli is a walking tribute to Steve Prefontaine. He wears a black singlet, neon arm sleeves and a bleached-blonde wig.
And the inflatable alpacas?
“You can find anything on Amazon,” he said, laughing. “It’s gotten out of hand. They’ve been in a wedding. It’s not good.”