Wonder Mutt Wednesday

With all the sadness that hate has fueled over the past few weeks, there is a lesson to be learned from  those beings who have no agenda...

With all the sadness that hate has fueled, last week especially, there is a lesson to be learned from those beings who have no agenda…

Enjoy the ride.

I don’t want to get on a soapbox here, but there is so much the human race can learn from our furry buddies.  If only we just took the time to watch and see how they interact with each other…

What’s With All the Hoop-La???

Yup.  Never saw it coming, did ya?

Final Four

I may or may not have mentioned it before, but here at Black Dog Productions, we are a multisport dog house.  Running, soccer, football, baseball, we follow it all.  For a little change of pace this year, we decided to change things up a bit, and satisfy our ugly competitive battle of the sexes natures by jumping on the March Madness Bracket Bandwagon.  I won, hubby lost, he pays for lunch.  #suckstobehim

happy dance

However, to his credit, I was sitting with the game show dollar machine in full swing, unable to grab onto a single friggin’ blog post idea, when he threw out one of the GREATEST IDEAS EVER.  (Not really, but I’m going to let him think so.  If for no other reason than he’s just so damn cute.)  This is going to take some input from you guys so pay attention.  You too.  Yeah you.  The one in the back not paying attention.  Hey!  TURN OFF THE DAMN DUAL SURVIVOR MARATHON AND PAY ATTENTION.  THIS IS IMPORTANT STUFF HERE.

Does this bandanna make my dupa look fat?

Does this bandanna make my dupa look fat?

As we sit here watching Gonzaga and Duke duke it out, (get it?  DUKE it out? hehehe, I CRACK myself up!), wondering which is going to be the last team to make it to the Final Four, let us throw this poser out into the running world.

Final Four Races

Let’s hear it runners!  Are you a diehard Disney fan or more of a Marine/Boston/New York kind of schlepper?  Love those Rock ‘n’ Roll runs, or prefer the insanity that is Ragnar?  Or do you prefer those little local jaunts, where you know that guy who lives just north of Fort Lauderdale Beach always has a keg tapped in his driveway around mile 7 of the A1A Half/Full Marathon?  INQUIRING FURRY MINDS WANNA KNOW.

No rules here.  Any location, any distance, timed, not timed, we don’t care.  Let’s just see what everyone comes up with.  You never know, you just may find a new race you want to try.  That’s the beauty of race bucket lists – like my average race pace, it’s never consistent and always open to change.  Wait a minute, that’s not exactly a GOOD thing, is it?  Hmmm….

Wait.  What? Huh?  What was the question again?

Wait. What? Huh? What was the question again?

Enjoy the ride.

Get those phalanges moving people!  We want to know what your fave races are and what makes them total packages of awesomeness.  Is it the people, the places, the drink/snack selections?  Or, perhaps even the on-course entertainment?  (Have no fear, Team Can Am will be taking requests again at this year’s Wine and Dine.)

#Chewsday Update – And Other Weird, Made-Up Words

What the heck is #Chewsday Black Dog? – you may be asking yourself.  Well, let me tell ya.  Whether you really want to know or not.  So there.

bbbbllllpppprrrrhhhhh!!!!!

bbbbllllpppprrrrhhhhh!!!!!

I’ve teamed up with my accountabilibuddies, (yup – somebody made that one up too) over at Princess Prairie Runners and Darlin’ Rae in an effort to keep each other on track with our eating.  We’ve been stalking each other on our blogs, Twitter, and Instagram, and just acting as a support system when the evil junk food minions come a-callin’.

Here.  Have a banana.

Here. Have a banana.

We’ve had a few bad days along the way, but for the most part I think we’ve been able to give our efforts three out of four paws up!  Just knowing I’ll feel guilty if I go for the inevitable extra serving of that blasted tortellini the hubby insists on making every blessed week, (if only it wasn’t so friggin’ yummylicious!), helps keep this dog’s waistline from getting too out of control.  Just think girls, if we keep at it, we’ll end up looking like THIS!

Ok, maybe not.

Ok, maybe not.

I can honestly say I haven’t stepped on a scale for who knows how long, and to be honest, I really don’t care what the number says anyway.  My clothes fit pretty well – aside from a pair or two of pants that I wish fit just a LITTLE bit loser – but I’m living on the pavement and in the gym these days, so I’m good with it.  And we all have races to train for, so none of us will be spending much time sitting around on our dupas stuffing our yaps with crappy food.  I think our unofficial mantra has become, “eat like crap, feel like crap, train like crap.”  Pretty awe-inspiring, ain’t it?

Google awe-inspiring.  This is what you get.

Google awe-inspiring. This is what you get.

We’d love to have you join us our party train to happy bellies and happy training, so feel free to stalk us on our blogs, Instagram, or Twitter, using the hashtag #Chewsday.  You too can be one of the cool kids!  Maybe we’ll even get shirts made up.

Awesome-sauce.

Awesome-sauce.

Enjoy the ride.

Do you make better choices when you know someone has your back?

Accountabilibuddies…And No, I Didn’t Just Make That One Up

Food challenges.  The story of my life.  Let me tell you, it can totally SUCK being, shall we say, “vertically challenged”?  What I wouldn’t give to have just a few more inches in the height department so these pounds I carry were just a smitch more spread out.  But thanks to genetics – aka short parents – there’s not a whole lot I can do about it.  Short of taking out a circus stilt walker and making a run for it.

Maybe not THIS particular stilt walker.

Maybe not THIS particular stilt walker.

Seeing as Mother Nature and I have to agree to disagree on the whole “wish I was taller” thing, I have to wave the white flag on it and move on.  To what I stuff down my yap.  Just like the lovelies at Prairie Princess Runners and Rae at Darlin’ Rae.  We’ve all come to the not-so-surprising conclusion that in order to fight our ever tightening waistbands, we need to be accountable to someone other than ourselves.  Now I’m pretty good at keeping my eating under control.  I don’t eat oversized portions and I don’t fill up on a lot of crap.  One or two mini peanut butter cups at the end of the day are just enough to satisfy my sweet cravings.  I may or may not sneak in one or two Kisses after lunch if they’re around, but I don’t HAVE to have them or face possible chocolate meltdown.

Must...have...chocolate...

Must…have…chocolate.

My culinary hangup? PASTA.  Any shape, any size, served with anything on it, over it, under it.  In a bowl, on a plate, off the ground, or out of the Wonder Mutt’s dog bowl – I DON’T CARE. Give it to me.  GIVE IT ALL TO ME.  NOW.

MINE! nomnomnom...

MINE! nomnomnom…

This pasta obsession of mine has to be brought under control.  I have no idea where it’s even coming from, except I’m starting to think there’s a hidden pasta gene in my makeup somewhere that someone has conveniently forgotten to inform me of.  I’m convinced more than ever I was adopted.  Probably from a family with a lot of i’s and o’s in their last name.

Since it’s always easier to drag someone else kicking and screaming on your trip to make-me-stop-eating-all-the-food-everywhere-land, (because why go it alone?), I’m stringing together some linguini and reigning in this insanity with Lisa and Rae; my…wait for it…….ACOUNTABILIBUDDIES!   Together we shall overcome!  What, I don’t really know.  But we’ll do it.  Together. One for all and all for noodles. Oh damn.

chewsday

Feel free to join us on our journey as we navigate canyons of cookies, sinkholes of sugar, and oodles of noodles.  Post your smart food choices on Instagram, Twitter, or Facebook using #Chewsday.  Who knows?  Maybe you guys can be our mouth monitors and guilt us into not stuffing that insane serving spoon-sized pile of pasta down our yaps.  Or at least make us feel supremely guilty about it if we do.

Check out our progress at PrairiePrincessRunners.com, DarlinRae.com, and of course right here, at BlackDogRunsDisney.com.  Or hook up with us on Twitter at @PrincessRunners, @RaeisaDarlin or @Vixen1267.  I know, I know.  I haven’t figured out yet how to switch everything over to a blog-appropriate Twitter thingie yet.  I’m a numbnuts like that.

Enjoy the ride.

Do you find being accountable to someone else helps you meet your food/fitness goals!