I remember the first time I started to follow a blogger.  A friend of mine, "KVK", had met a man, ... well, part man part ostrich, and they had moved to Australia.  I could have said part man part cheetah, but that would have been an exaggeration.  I decided upon ostrich, because an ostrich is the fastest animal on two legs.  The ostrich is also an endurance runner, and can jog at 48km/h for as long as half an hour.  Mr. Chapman, I was wondering .... if Rob can run at 15km/hr, how long would he have to run before he overtook an ostrich?  Interesting ....

Anyway, Karla and Rob moved to Australia and were living the life of everything Ironman.  I can still remember some of her posts and pictures that she included.  I remember thinking at the time that anyone who would consider partaking in an Ironman was most likely a few cards short of a full deck. Although I had no interest in the IM distance at that time, there was something about her 500 X 1mile repeats that intrigued me.  Karla, thanks for those blogs.  They were awesome and inspiring.  I look forward to the day that I can follow you and Mr. Ostrich upon your return to IM and blogging.  After all, there is nothing I would rather do than blow an entire day on Sportstats and Live Tracker.  I've done it before and I will do it again.

So my plan is to blog maybe once per week.  But this is new and fresh, and the novelty has yet to wear off.   Also, I find that it is an excellent way to procrastinate from working out.  I think my long run yesterday took a bit out of me.  I am shocked and amazed at how hard a slow and easy run can be during a Canadian winter.  You know you are likely dehydrated and working hard when you crave a beer at 9:30am with a km left in your run.  Upon my return to GoodLife, it was a toss up as to whether or not I would hit the shower or the juice bar.  Due to impending hypothermia, the shower won out.  But after my shower, I met a true smoothie artist.  I couldn't decide on the 32oz classic or the 32oz chocolate monkey.  The artist told me she made a mean chocolate monkey, so I went for it.  I am now planning my attack.  1.  I could kindnap said chocolate monkey maker and interrogate her for  the details of her concoction.  2.  I could plant listening devices and hidden cameras in and around the juice bar.  3.  I could volunteer as the chocolate monkey maker's assistant, steal her recipe, and head for the mountains.  4.  She seemed really nice.  Maybe she will give the recipe to me if I ask politely, respectfully, and with dry running shoes so as not to dampen the GoodLife floors and offend the legitimate members.

Let me tell you this.  If I have to steal money out of Ken's wallet every Sunday morning to get my chocolate monkey, so be it.  Whatever it takes.