Tag Archives: celebrity

Do it for your muscles it’ll make them hustle

A tribute to my revival of the Canada Fitness Test, the “one guarantee of physical fitness”, from one of my favourite shows. Continue reading

Can’t find a better man

Off-topic: I recently discovered the Epic Rap Battles of History series. I try to keep this blog on-topic, so I had no reason to post an epic rap battle video instead of real content. Until Mr. Rogers* mentioned sneakers and Cool Runnings. Bingo. Continue reading

And they’re still running today

I wish I could claim to have found this one my own. I am, however, going to spend the next three evenings on google images looking for more retro running pics, because this is so amazing. Continue reading

Mix Tape Volume 21

Around this time last year I started the mix tape.  The original goal was to post a new mix weekly, but sporadically seems to suit me better. I can’t be confined by a calendar.  This week is the best yet.  (Like every good reality TV show, I’m going to make this promise every week). Continue reading

There is unrest in the forest

Longtime readers may recall that I cancelled my cable subscription 9 months ago for two reasons:  to save money and to reduce my time-consuming TV viewing habit.  Continue reading

Gotta blame it on something

A lot of celebrities run the NYC marathon.  I’ve even heard of some of them. This year famous NYCM runners included singer Mya (6.59.39), athlete Apolo Ohno (3.25.14), model Christy Turlington (4.20.47), and actor/host Mario Lopez. Continue reading

Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted

On Halloween I dressed as a slutty sexy runner* and went for a run.  My sexy runner costume and come-hither ”catch us if you can” t-shirt was accessorized by the four men that surrounded me.  Continue reading

I do believe I’m feeling stronger every day

My parents are moving.  Their home is my childhood storage locker.  Somewhere in the teenage wasteland I left behind lies an exercise secret:  Continue reading

Daniel you’re a star in the face of the sky

A new edition to my favourite running route: Continue reading

You came in with the breeze on Sunday morning

30 years ago today.  I’m still awed by him.  An older and wiser and wrinkled awed.  It has, afterall, been 30 years.  Continue reading

If you ain’t running game say my name

This is my horn.

I apologize in advance.  Time for some shameless self promotion personal branding lame linking to myself spreading of the word.  My word.  The word about me.  I’m no Dean Karnazes and I never will be because I have too much shameless and not enough promotion.  Perhaps that’s not the only thing separating me and Dean, but that’s not important.  

1. I tweet, twitter, and twat but I do not twist every word into a blue bird pun.  I twomise. 

2. You can like me.  Officially.  Publicly.  On FaceBook

3. I can be delivered right to your door.  Like pizza.  Assuming your door is an inbox.  And the pizza is an email notification.  So nothing like pizza delivery.  Lower your expectations accordingly.  In the right hand column is a box.   Type in your email.  Press sign me up.  I never see your address.  It’s anonymous.  Or I’m just not savvy enough to know or care where to look. 

4. If you use a news reader you can subscribe to my web feed.  I’m not sure how to do this.  Maybe someone else can tell you.  I have a little gadget on my iPod that allows me to type in the URL and new posts magically appear on my wee screen.  Good for readin’ not so good for replyin’.

Hey, it could be worse.  At least I’m not I’m resorting to a  GIVE IT AWAY GIVE IT AWAY GIVEAWAY contest with the worst assortment of prizes you could ever hope to win to garner attention.  I’m fishing for attention the old fashion way.  Through social media.

Title: Destiny’s Child – Say My Name. 2000.

Warm beer and bread they said could raise the dead

Have you ever been asked that old nugget, if you could invite five people, living or dead, to dinner who would you invite and why?  Yeah, I hate that question too.  Let’s play, with the obvious running twist.  I’ll go first.

1. Terry Fox – Why?  Childhood hero.  I once went to a museum to look at his shoes.  So yeah, I’m a fan.

2. Jacqueline Gareau - Why?  She’s the one that Rosie Ruiz totally screwed over and she handled it with grace.

3. Simon Whitfield – Why?  My enormous crush He stars in one of my favourite Olympic moments and is the only person on the list I’ve run with FOR REAL. 

4. Roger Bannister - Why?  Science geek and runner.  Just like me.  Except for the neurologist and record breaking parts.

5. Roger Robinson – Why?  I love his articles on running and I think he’d be good at filling those inevitable awkward silences at the dinner table.

And if any of them send their regrets,

Tom Longboat - Why?  Controversy and stories of intrigue followed him as he raced – and often bested – the greats of the time (Shrubb, Pietri). 

 

Your turn!  (Conveniently bolded and exclamation marked so you know to reply.  Even if you only want one guest.  I know it’s a lot of work to host a dinner party, even an imaginary one with dead invitees).

 

Title: Jimmy Buffett – Cheeseburger in Paradise.  1978.

Mr. Jones and me staring at the video

PSA: Do not google image "teen steam".

Remember Who’s the Boss?  I thought Sam was so cool, which I realize confirms all the nerdy suspicions you ever had about me.  Do cut me some slack.  I lived in the middle of nowhere.  We didn’t have cable (it’s not available in the middle of nowhere, even today) and so I watched the three channels we managed to get with our antenna, however fuzzy.  The station airing Who’s the Boss transmitted to nowhere.  About eight times a day. 

What I didn’t watch was her 1988 workout video, Alyssa Milano’s Teen Steam Workout.  I love that in the 1980s the only qualifications for releasing a workout video were skinniness and small screen fame.  By the power of YouTube, a cross training experience for you to enjoy:

I love the shoes.  Bonus points if you can identify the make.

Title: Counting Crows – Mr. Jones. 1993.

To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal

If I join Extreme Fitness for only $6 per month (allegedly with no annual contract – no extra fees – no excuses) a tanned Richard Gere look-a-like wearing too much blush will touch my shoulder as I do bicep curls in my white undershirt.

Title: Vanilla Ice – Ice Ice Baby.  1990.

The sun always shines on tv

I am so disappointed.  Project RUNway has nothing to do with running.  This inappropriate use of the word run is reaching the criminal proportions of the oft misrepresented marathon. 

This reminds me of my letdown/horror when the New Year’s Jersey Shore Marathon was not a 42.2K foot race between “The Situation” and “Snooki”.  Some things you can’t unsee.  Or unhear.

Title:  A-Ha – The Sun Always Shines on TV.  1985.