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Take My Sweat (It's A Giveaway & It's Not Gross)
Do you know what I want so badly right now?
I want to use my damn mango soap.
Back in June, I was interviewed by Women’s Running magazine (no, I don’t know why they wanted to talk to me, either — probably because 8:30 miles are the new “elite” status), and the nice ego-boosting people over there asked how I like to reward myself for a good training run or race.
My answer was not ice cream (in healthier times that’s a daily meal staple, not an “indulgence”) or getting a massage (too poor). My answer was this:
It’s true: I love my sweet-smelling soap. I come back from my run feeling all amazing and on top of the world and in a state of “I can do anything except foam roll.”
And then I shower, and it is splendid.
It’s fruity and it’s happy and it’s a year-round treat.
But I haven’t used my mango soap since February.
The last time I used it — yes, I remember — was after an 18-mile training run in preparation for the Eugene Marathon. It was an awesome running week for me.
Since then? The soap has gone un-lathered.
I’ve been using my “regular” stupid-smelling non-special soap every day instead.
My showers are unremarkable.
And I really, really miss getting to get all mango-y after I sweat.
So in case you were wondering, no I still have not been able to run. I’ve wanted to. But after four days on steroids, I feel no improvement. I’m just as sick today as I was on Monday. I’m still keeping my “the steroids will take time to kick in and you’re probably not going to die” mentality, but it’s tough. I’m used to Prednisone seeping through my body immediately and giving me pretty instantaneous relief.
Not this time I guess.
I did make it to another spin class with Matt last night, though I had to bolt to the bathroom during one of the climbs. Do you know what’s not embarrassing? Running out of the dark room mid-spin and blasting everyone with sunlight from the open door as you make a mad-dash for the locker room. No one gets mad at the temporary blindness, don’t worry.
And this morning, after a long long time in the bathroom, I got myself to Central Park for a short and slow bike ride.
Biking is nice. It’s a good alternative and it’s so much gentler than running.
But it’s not the same.
And it doesn’t earn me mango soap.
Needless to say, it’s been an un-fun week for me. It’s not just the not-running stuff — I haven’t really been able to get through any of my “normal” daily routines. I’ve been taking cabs to work every day because I’m so paranoid about being stuck underground on the subway (I think I just heard my debit card weeping from inside my wallet), and my coworkers now know that if they need me and I’m not at my desk, I’m in the middle stall in the bathroom. So professional, right?
My stomach isn’t improving from the steroids, but I’m already feeling the side effects: restless nights, difficulty falling asleep to begin with and puffiness and bloating. I’m at my most beautiful right now, that’s for sure.
The highlight of my week has been watching the video of Tyler rolling over for the first time:
He has a stronger core than I do. Pathetic.
Now, just because I’m a bit of a mess doesn’t mean I don’t want to do nice things and be all “hey have free stuff!”
So how about a giveaway today? Making other people happy tends to perk me up, so please allow me to make your day…if you’re into it.
Yeah, I may have stockpiled a few of these babies for days like today. And since Brian’s kind smiles really imply “please get these shirts out of our apartment ASAP,” I’m thinking it’s time to give one away.
I only have small, medium and large women’s short-sleeved shirts available. Sorry dudes. (You can still enter, Gian. I know you want to, and I totally think you can pull of a women’s small. What size do you think Meb wants?)
So if you win, you’ll tell me your size, and I’ll tell you which colors I have available. It’s not complicated.
Entering isn’t complicated, either. It never is.
WANT TO WIN AN “I HEART SWEAT” T-SHIRT? You have two comment options (choose one — you don’t get an extra entry for commenting twice):
- Leave a comment with a happy (even better: funny) thought that has nothing to do with running, sweating, Crossfit, marathons or athletic goals of any kind. If you say something like “My happy thought is tomorrow’s 18-mile training run!” I will disqualify you on account of making me feel sad. If you leave a comment about a time you went running and crapped your pants on the side of the road, that is allowed.
- Leave a comment telling me something you hate. Again, it cannot have to do with running, physical activity or anything along those lines. It can, however, relate to Stonehenge, hairless cats, stingy topping-givers at Tasti D Lite or bug bites. Have at it. Be creative.
I’ll pick a winner at 9 AM EST Monday, August 13.
Good luck and have a great weekend!