7 posts tagged “sports”

Ok, so, apart from that knee being axed fixed, I still have some issues with running. Mainly, it kills the bones in my feet. Mr. Textile Athlete thought it might be because of my sneakers, so off to the shops we went for a last, desperate stab at fitness:

"May I help you?"

"Um, yeah. I have these  8-9 year old sneakers and..."

"o_O"

"...probably like 6-7 year-old sneakers that make my feet hurt while jogging"

And from there on I got a lecture about how not to kill your feet and change your jogging shoes at least every second year and madam should most certainly take care of her feet and it's a bloody wonder you still have bones left in your body and why do you damage yourself like this woman!

And then I glanced meaningly over at the prices of those damn sneakers and pointed out that it needen't make my coffee which probably is what these things do at that price. And he sold me a nice pair of sneakers at an okay price and I stopped bitching. After this, Sami made me get myself a pair of specially made Foot Balance soles for my sneakers. SO! If the bitch ain't running it most certainly is not because of inappropriate footwear!

I have one concern though. All the sneakers where a bit gay, you know? With the silver and the almost-but-not-quite-neon and the breathing glittery material and all that. Seems like Nike, Adidas and Asics had a specific type of customer in mind for this season.

The flaming homosexual.

And now I'm the not so proud but very comfortable owner of a pair of silvery (yeah, you read it right), poison green (still right), net-material (I kid you not) sneakers with Foot Balance soles.

Now I only have to get used to running in the dark.

The next time I feel to execute the thought "sillä se lähtee millä tulikin" = It'll go away with what it came, please feel free to fetch a couple of steel-toed boots and I will hand you my groin so you can take a swift kick at it. Because thinking jogging would cure an aching foot was kinda like fucking for virginity.

So now both me and Tapsa are limping around (he did fracture his foot), and Sami's wounds are starting to dry up and peel. We look quite odd as a group.

...is not always everything it's cracked up to be. A couple of days ago I wished noone would "P in our Ool". The one right here beside our house were I swim, you know?

 And I got it. Noone peed in the ool.

Someone did however take a shit in the ool.

"How was train... what happened to your face?!"

"Oh, that. Dirt-wrestling with the guys! It's nothing"

"Whats Dirt... who the hell bit you in the neck!?"

"One of the guys. You should see the marks I gave him! It's wrestling where anything goes"

"Grown men, biting each other?"

"Well, not all biting, Tapsa probably fractured his ankle, and this other guy almost broke a rib"

"Are you insane? What are you going to say at work?! Ever heard of this thing called self-preservation instinct?! Yappity yappity...."

"It's okay because one of my bosses was there as well. I gave him a black eye!"

Interesting sunday, at the very least.

First we thought we'd improve our condition for Beach08, which is an ongoing project after beach 07 and beach 06 and so on totally failed because I'm lazy. So we went swimming to protect my bone-crampy foot. Sami complained a bit because his face is bruised up again because of all of the shenanigans he's been up to so he couldn't use goggles. I can, and I can still keep my body moving in the water and it was lots of fun for me. It's always a bit depressing thinking about how I used to swim 5-10km trainings every day and now I almost die after 1, but I guess it should kind of go this way when you give up competetive training. And I still managed to get my pulse up to 203bpm while swimming a few sprints, so this proves I still have the heart of a 17-year old girl!

In a jar, on my desk.

We had also invited dinner guests over but 2/3 of them failed to appear because the husband of a friend of mine (whom here the invited two thirds) had woken up in the night to what he thought was a heart-attack. So they spent dinner-time and a bit before and a bit after in a hospital. Luckily it wasn't a heart-attack, but scary anyway since he isn't even thirty and is generally in good health. Juhani however came and fun was had by all.

And so, we are yet again faced with a monday of work since I didn't win the lottery this saturday either. I was sure it would be my turn this time...

"Did you see me? I did 45 kg!"

"Yeah honey, I was right behind you, that was really awesome."

"How much did you bench?"

"125"

"...Oh. Well. It's not 45 kg's, but great job I guess!"

"Thanks babe."

So there it is. The target weight of 50 kg is not far away. And I guess Sami is a bundle of testosterone doing ok too. He is however going mad. It seems all the men in my life are pretty much suffering from the same illness . Because here's what happened yesterday. And today for that matter.

"Ok so I'm off to work now. What've you got planned for your great day off?"

"How cold is it?"

"-3. Windy."

"I think I'll go jogging."

The same thing happened today. Except for the "windy" being more accurately described as "Blizzardy". I sense a marathon coming next summer but I think he won't decide for sure until he has jogged enough in the cold, ice and general nastiness. Because there's just no way people would spend this much time jogging on ice and all that other white crap just for shits and giggles.

Men. Go figure.

"Wanna know what's wrong with my left knee?"

"Sure."

"It's called Jogger's knee! It's this little tear somewhere around in the back and.."

"Jogger's knee? Woman, are you kidding me? You've jogged like 2 times all this year!"

"More like 10..."

"Come on, you know what I mean. And if it's 10 then you've been doing it secretly because I sure as hell can't recall seeing you in jogging tights that many times."

"Yeah, well, I've always said this body wasn't made for running. You wouldn't take a Ferrari off-roading either!"