tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12055006.post113711462293454397..comments2023-05-12T05:58:15.192-06:00Comments on Signifying nothing: Clint Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13534333959460032669noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12055006.post-1137642539318279942006-01-18T20:48:00.000-07:002006-01-18T20:48:00.000-07:00cycling? blah. I have a bike, but it's perpetually...cycling? blah. I have a bike, but it's perpetually dusty. Biking scares me a bit because I'm so clutzy. You remember the treadmill incident? My interactions with bikes are much the same.lishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09180032855704100528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12055006.post-1137556470385170102006-01-17T20:54:00.000-07:002006-01-17T20:54:00.000-07:00I have to agree with Lis: there's a threshold. I d...I have to agree with Lis: there's a threshold. I didn't start to like running until I did those longer Saturday runs. Then your body takes over and you start to like running whether you actually like it or not. One word: endorphins. Welcome to the club!Dr. Writehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04780082464342367471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12055006.post-1137536883468796942006-01-17T15:28:00.000-07:002006-01-17T15:28:00.000-07:00Cycling. We all need to go cycling more. First, th...Cycling. We all need to go cycling more. First, there's a bike. Then there's the nifty, colorful tights. Three, no shin splints. Finally, it's transportation.middlebrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14810341455860537174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12055006.post-1137339337844860992006-01-15T08:35:00.000-07:002006-01-15T08:35:00.000-07:00My argument is that running is only bliss when you...My argument is that running is only bliss when you do it a lot. there's this threshold when running moves from agony to bliss--for me, it's at mile 3. and at 20+ miles a week. but even when it's agony, I still rather love runninglishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09180032855704100528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12055006.post-1137301010313848992006-01-14T21:56:00.000-07:002006-01-14T21:56:00.000-07:00I hate running, honestly. Even when I was at my l...I hate running, honestly. Even when I was at my lightest and in pretty darn good shape, I never had a runner's body and I felt like I was pounding the hell out of myself. This, without injuries. I tried a little running a couple of winters ago and it was sort of bliss-through-pain. Really, I'm better off walking. My sister, who does have a runner's body and who has taken up marathoning, makes me look at running with longing. Every time I watch her or her husband finish a race, I think I want to do it. But really, I'm better of walking, or maybe watching episodes of Law and Order: Criminal Intent.Lisa B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/10646181766775405935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12055006.post-1137191017919903552006-01-13T15:23:00.000-07:002006-01-13T15:23:00.000-07:00Running is horrible. I hate running. Must go runni...Running is horrible. I hate running. Must go running more.Condimenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14810467235358163173noreply@blogger.com