Would you rather be a boy or a girl?
Discuss.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
Would you rather....
1. Suffer from memory loss or insomnia?
2. Run 10 miles nice and easy or 5 miles as fast as you can?
3. Lose your sight or your hearing?
4. Get a sports massage or a pedicure?
5. Work in a low-paying job that you love or a high-paying job that you hate?
6. Vacation at the beach or in the mountains?
7. Be able to cook well or have a green thumb?
8. Go to a wine bar or out dancing?
9. Do Pilates or yoga?
10. Go to the ballet or the opera?
2. Run 10 miles nice and easy or 5 miles as fast as you can?
3. Lose your sight or your hearing?
4. Get a sports massage or a pedicure?
5. Work in a low-paying job that you love or a high-paying job that you hate?
6. Vacation at the beach or in the mountains?
7. Be able to cook well or have a green thumb?
8. Go to a wine bar or out dancing?
9. Do Pilates or yoga?
10. Go to the ballet or the opera?
Friday, June 24, 2011
WTF is going on here????
In 8 days, five people from my general circle/network have passed away.
Last Thursday - a friend's sister
Last Friday - a coworker
Wednesday - a coworker's nephew
Also Wednesday - a friend's mother
Yesterday - another friend's father
What. The. F? Bad things are supposed to happen in threes, not fives. :(
All this does is strengthen my resolve to let people know how I feel about them. I've already told my wonderful brother how much I love him and how proud I am to be his sister. I need to call both parents (how lucky am I to still have them??) today and tell them, again, that I love them. And I tell D every day, but maybe I'll call him and tell him again. Just because.
There are some others, though, that maybe don't know how special they are to me. Hopefully they will see this post.
Eileen, Karen, Heather, Gina, Resha, and Melanie - You guys are like the sisters I never had. I can tell you anything and ask you anything. I can go weeks without seeing or talking to you, and then when we finally do get together it's like time stood still all those weeks. I don't know what I would do without you guys!
Jen and Kathy - My beautiful cousins! More accurately, my beautiful, hilarious, glamorous, wonderful cousins. Every family gathering is memorable, hysterically funny, and amazing, in no small part because of you guys.
Georgia - My other beautiful cousin. You have meant more to me through the years than you can possibly know.
Andrew - Thank you for your friendship and support. I know how unique our situation is, and I'm deeply appreciative that we've been able to remain friends.
Michelle, Andrea, and Jen - I look forward to our workouts, not only because they kick my butt but also because they give us opportunities to catch up on life, tell funny stories, laugh, commiserate, brainstorm, and more. I hope each of you knows how much you mean to me and how close I feel to you.
Julie, Delia, and Tina - College would not have been the same without any of you. I sometimes wonder what life would have been like if I'd chosen my other first choice (Columbia). And then I quickly think, "But then I wouldn't know Delia! Or Julie! Or Tina!" No choice -- not even NYC, my favorite place on earth -- would have been worth that. I know I don't talk to you often anymore because our lives are so scattered, but I cherish the many memories we created together... and know there are many more to come!
Rob - What can I say about Rob? My closest friend from childhood. The Harry to my Sally (without the awkward "We slept together, now what??" moment). :) I hope you know that my entire family considers you a valued family member. (Come to think of it, I don't know if that's flattering or scary. We are a pretty kooky bunch!)
Ann - Another childhood friend. I love catching up with you when you come back to town and getting to know your beautiful family. And every time I play Trivial Pursuit, I think of you!
Michael - I am always so flattered when you introduce me as your sister, even though we are not blood relatives. I think the world of you!
Hug your loved ones, people, and tell them how you feel about them. You just never know.
Last Thursday - a friend's sister
Last Friday - a coworker
Wednesday - a coworker's nephew
Also Wednesday - a friend's mother
Yesterday - another friend's father
What. The. F? Bad things are supposed to happen in threes, not fives. :(
All this does is strengthen my resolve to let people know how I feel about them. I've already told my wonderful brother how much I love him and how proud I am to be his sister. I need to call both parents (how lucky am I to still have them??) today and tell them, again, that I love them. And I tell D every day, but maybe I'll call him and tell him again. Just because.
There are some others, though, that maybe don't know how special they are to me. Hopefully they will see this post.
Eileen, Karen, Heather, Gina, Resha, and Melanie - You guys are like the sisters I never had. I can tell you anything and ask you anything. I can go weeks without seeing or talking to you, and then when we finally do get together it's like time stood still all those weeks. I don't know what I would do without you guys!
Jen and Kathy - My beautiful cousins! More accurately, my beautiful, hilarious, glamorous, wonderful cousins. Every family gathering is memorable, hysterically funny, and amazing, in no small part because of you guys.
Georgia - My other beautiful cousin. You have meant more to me through the years than you can possibly know.
Andrew - Thank you for your friendship and support. I know how unique our situation is, and I'm deeply appreciative that we've been able to remain friends.
Michelle, Andrea, and Jen - I look forward to our workouts, not only because they kick my butt but also because they give us opportunities to catch up on life, tell funny stories, laugh, commiserate, brainstorm, and more. I hope each of you knows how much you mean to me and how close I feel to you.
Julie, Delia, and Tina - College would not have been the same without any of you. I sometimes wonder what life would have been like if I'd chosen my other first choice (Columbia). And then I quickly think, "But then I wouldn't know Delia! Or Julie! Or Tina!" No choice -- not even NYC, my favorite place on earth -- would have been worth that. I know I don't talk to you often anymore because our lives are so scattered, but I cherish the many memories we created together... and know there are many more to come!
Rob - What can I say about Rob? My closest friend from childhood. The Harry to my Sally (without the awkward "We slept together, now what??" moment). :) I hope you know that my entire family considers you a valued family member. (Come to think of it, I don't know if that's flattering or scary. We are a pretty kooky bunch!)
Ann - Another childhood friend. I love catching up with you when you come back to town and getting to know your beautiful family. And every time I play Trivial Pursuit, I think of you!
Michael - I am always so flattered when you introduce me as your sister, even though we are not blood relatives. I think the world of you!
Hug your loved ones, people, and tell them how you feel about them. You just never know.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Adventures in cycling
Last night I did a group ride, something I've done only a few times before and really am not comfortable doing. By group ride I don't mean I rode with a few friends. No, I mean I rode with 50 friends. 50 really aggressive, testosterone-laden friends whose purpose in life seems to be to hammer their bikes as hard as possible as often as possible.
The beginning of the ride is a leisurely warmup to get us out of the city and to the backroads. That's where the majority of the ride takes place -- rolling hills through back country roads with no shoulders (and, half the time, no yellow line). We go over train tracks and metal-grate bridges, up loads of hills, down some hills, and generally meander across the state line and back with lots of twists and turns. Since this was my third time ever doing this ride (in 4 years!), I of course am not familiar with the route, but there is supposed to be a sweeper that stays with the slowest riders to make sure everyone gets back safe and sound.
Knowing I'd be one of the slowest riders there, if not the slowest, I purposely started in the back of the B/C group (about 20-25 people). Soon, I could see the majority of the group ahead of me with a few stragglers in between the pack and little old me in the back. Directly in front of me was a young girl (I found out later she was 14) and the ride leader, who was hanging back with her to ensure her safety. Behind me were TONS of cars. Because of that, I wasn't comfortable passing the slower girl for quite a while... I just didn't know what the cars were doing behind me or when they would try to pass me.
I finally passed the girl and ride leader and tried to catch up to the stragglers. I figured as long as I could keep them in my sights, I'd be OK. Big mistake. Remember I said there's supposed to be a sweeper with each group? I didn't realize the ride leader with the young girl WAS the sweeper. I naively assumed there was another ride leader who would drop back for me/us (or was riding with the stragglers), but I was wrong.
While I was trying to catch the smaller group (I'd already given up on the main pack), there were cars everywhere. A black SUV passed me, barely giving me any space, AND THREW A CAN AT MY HEAD, barely missing my face by inches. Then, they leaned on the horn as they passed the two riders in front of me, again not yielding any room for them as they sped by. Guess what? I got their license plate number. Oh yes I did.
Soon, it was just me and another guy, Andy, whom I did not know and who also didn't know the route. Great. I asked Andy to help me remember the plate number because I have a good friend, W, who is a state trooper. I knew W would be interested in my story, but it all depended on remembering the stupid plate. So as we rode, Andy and I recited the number over and over to remember it.
Andy remembered parts of the route, and we rode along -- with me foolishly trusting a guy I'd never even seen before. Luckily, he was a good guy. I mean, really... who follows a stranger into the woods, farther and farther away from home?? Apparently, I do. Genius.
Another rider caught up to us. He'd arrived at the meeting point late and had hammered for miles to catch up. Soon, he left us in the dust. At one point we passed three riders off to the side of the road, one of them changing a tire. They too caught up to us and passed us.
I know without a doubt that Andy could have ridden faster with those other guys, but he never left me. Every minute or so, he would look over his shoulder to make sure I was still there. I am so grateful to him!
When we were all alone again and completely lost in a neighboring state, he took out his iPhone to use his GPS and try to figure out where we were. As he did that, I texted my trooper friend: Remind me - 211284. A few minutes after that, Andy and I parted. He still had miles to go to get home, which was the opposite direction of where my car was. We got to a split in the road, and he assured me that turning left at the split would get me back to a main road that I knew and felt comfortable riding alone. I just didn't know how far that main road was. When I heard my phone go off with an incoming text, I knew it was my trooper friend responding, so I pulled off the road and texted him back:
Just want someone to know where I am. Did a group bike ride but got separated. Am now alone in [state] on [name of road], hopefully heading toward [main road]. From there I will go south to my car, which is parked in [trendy neighborhood]. Just want to let someone know.
(Note that I didn't send that text to D because (a) he just moved here 9 months ago from 3,000 miles away and would not know where I was or how to get to me, and (b) I didn't want him to panic.)
About 10-12 minutes later, I made it to the main road. Thank goodness! I was still WAY north of where I should have been, so I hustled along to get back to my car. Luckily it was the longest day of the year! :) As I got back into my home state, I saw a police car go by and then turn on its lights. I stopped at a red light, and the police car made a U-turn back toward me. It was my trooper friend! He came out to find me!!!! What a great friend. I didn't need help, but it was such a relief to know that it was there if I had needed it. Thank you, W!
I stopped to talk to him for a few minutes and explained my earlier mysterious text about the license plate number. I really hope he goes after the guy(s). And yes, I will press charges against them. F*ckers.
All in all, I made it back to my car unharmed, but there were definitely some scary moments last night. I'm not sure if I'll go back to the group ride next week. If Coach tells me to do it, I will. But I'm not sure I'd choose to do it otherwise.
The beginning of the ride is a leisurely warmup to get us out of the city and to the backroads. That's where the majority of the ride takes place -- rolling hills through back country roads with no shoulders (and, half the time, no yellow line). We go over train tracks and metal-grate bridges, up loads of hills, down some hills, and generally meander across the state line and back with lots of twists and turns. Since this was my third time ever doing this ride (in 4 years!), I of course am not familiar with the route, but there is supposed to be a sweeper that stays with the slowest riders to make sure everyone gets back safe and sound.
Knowing I'd be one of the slowest riders there, if not the slowest, I purposely started in the back of the B/C group (about 20-25 people). Soon, I could see the majority of the group ahead of me with a few stragglers in between the pack and little old me in the back. Directly in front of me was a young girl (I found out later she was 14) and the ride leader, who was hanging back with her to ensure her safety. Behind me were TONS of cars. Because of that, I wasn't comfortable passing the slower girl for quite a while... I just didn't know what the cars were doing behind me or when they would try to pass me.
I finally passed the girl and ride leader and tried to catch up to the stragglers. I figured as long as I could keep them in my sights, I'd be OK. Big mistake. Remember I said there's supposed to be a sweeper with each group? I didn't realize the ride leader with the young girl WAS the sweeper. I naively assumed there was another ride leader who would drop back for me/us (or was riding with the stragglers), but I was wrong.
While I was trying to catch the smaller group (I'd already given up on the main pack), there were cars everywhere. A black SUV passed me, barely giving me any space, AND THREW A CAN AT MY HEAD, barely missing my face by inches. Then, they leaned on the horn as they passed the two riders in front of me, again not yielding any room for them as they sped by. Guess what? I got their license plate number. Oh yes I did.
Soon, it was just me and another guy, Andy, whom I did not know and who also didn't know the route. Great. I asked Andy to help me remember the plate number because I have a good friend, W, who is a state trooper. I knew W would be interested in my story, but it all depended on remembering the stupid plate. So as we rode, Andy and I recited the number over and over to remember it.
Andy remembered parts of the route, and we rode along -- with me foolishly trusting a guy I'd never even seen before. Luckily, he was a good guy. I mean, really... who follows a stranger into the woods, farther and farther away from home?? Apparently, I do. Genius.
Another rider caught up to us. He'd arrived at the meeting point late and had hammered for miles to catch up. Soon, he left us in the dust. At one point we passed three riders off to the side of the road, one of them changing a tire. They too caught up to us and passed us.
I know without a doubt that Andy could have ridden faster with those other guys, but he never left me. Every minute or so, he would look over his shoulder to make sure I was still there. I am so grateful to him!
When we were all alone again and completely lost in a neighboring state, he took out his iPhone to use his GPS and try to figure out where we were. As he did that, I texted my trooper friend: Remind me - 211284. A few minutes after that, Andy and I parted. He still had miles to go to get home, which was the opposite direction of where my car was. We got to a split in the road, and he assured me that turning left at the split would get me back to a main road that I knew and felt comfortable riding alone. I just didn't know how far that main road was. When I heard my phone go off with an incoming text, I knew it was my trooper friend responding, so I pulled off the road and texted him back:
Just want someone to know where I am. Did a group bike ride but got separated. Am now alone in [state] on [name of road], hopefully heading toward [main road]. From there I will go south to my car, which is parked in [trendy neighborhood]. Just want to let someone know.
(Note that I didn't send that text to D because (a) he just moved here 9 months ago from 3,000 miles away and would not know where I was or how to get to me, and (b) I didn't want him to panic.)
About 10-12 minutes later, I made it to the main road. Thank goodness! I was still WAY north of where I should have been, so I hustled along to get back to my car. Luckily it was the longest day of the year! :) As I got back into my home state, I saw a police car go by and then turn on its lights. I stopped at a red light, and the police car made a U-turn back toward me. It was my trooper friend! He came out to find me!!!! What a great friend. I didn't need help, but it was such a relief to know that it was there if I had needed it. Thank you, W!
I stopped to talk to him for a few minutes and explained my earlier mysterious text about the license plate number. I really hope he goes after the guy(s). And yes, I will press charges against them. F*ckers.
All in all, I made it back to my car unharmed, but there were definitely some scary moments last night. I'm not sure if I'll go back to the group ride next week. If Coach tells me to do it, I will. But I'm not sure I'd choose to do it otherwise.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Race Report
SHORT VERSION:
I am old and slow.
The End
LONG VERSION:
This was a tune-up race, a day just to see where I am so far in my training and what I need to work on. Still, I wanted to do well and especially wanted to improve over my performance in the same race last year.
Swim - I felt pretty good in the water, which is HUGE progress over all of last year's races when I was prone to panic attacks. In fact, I purposely tried to create anxiety during the swim so that I could learn to persevere through it. It worked; I felt comfortable the whole time I was out there. I didn't push myself as hard as I could have, however, which will be obvious when you see my times...
2010 = 10:03
2011 = 10:02
WTF????????
Bike - This is where I really wanted to see improvement. I've been biking more than ever before and feeling really good on my bike. I know I'm not the fastest girl, but I went in feeling fairly confident that I'd be a minute or two faster than last year. Ummm, not so much.
2010 = 38:27 (18.7 mph)
2011 = 37:49 (19 mph)
Not the improvement I was hoping for.
Run - I knew I'd be slower than last year. I just knew I didn't have the same leg speed I had a year ago.
2010 = 24:13 (7:49 pace)
2011 = 25:13 (8:07 pace)
(Truthfully, I'm happy I did that well. I thought I'd be closer to 26 minutes... or worse!)
Overall -
2010 = 1:15:40
2011 = 1:15:37
Three lousy seconds faster than last year. Really? Three freaking seconds?? Not even close to what I wanted to achieve on Saturday.
Sorry if this seems whiney. I'm disappointed but not devastated. It wasn't an A race, so I'm OK with what went down... I was just hoping for more. Or, more accurately, less. :)
I am old and slow.
The End
LONG VERSION:
This was a tune-up race, a day just to see where I am so far in my training and what I need to work on. Still, I wanted to do well and especially wanted to improve over my performance in the same race last year.
Swim - I felt pretty good in the water, which is HUGE progress over all of last year's races when I was prone to panic attacks. In fact, I purposely tried to create anxiety during the swim so that I could learn to persevere through it. It worked; I felt comfortable the whole time I was out there. I didn't push myself as hard as I could have, however, which will be obvious when you see my times...
2010 = 10:03
2011 = 10:02
WTF????????
Bike - This is where I really wanted to see improvement. I've been biking more than ever before and feeling really good on my bike. I know I'm not the fastest girl, but I went in feeling fairly confident that I'd be a minute or two faster than last year. Ummm, not so much.
2010 = 38:27 (18.7 mph)
2011 = 37:49 (19 mph)
Not the improvement I was hoping for.
Run - I knew I'd be slower than last year. I just knew I didn't have the same leg speed I had a year ago.
2010 = 24:13 (7:49 pace)
2011 = 25:13 (8:07 pace)
(Truthfully, I'm happy I did that well. I thought I'd be closer to 26 minutes... or worse!)
Overall -
2010 = 1:15:40
2011 = 1:15:37
Three lousy seconds faster than last year. Really? Three freaking seconds?? Not even close to what I wanted to achieve on Saturday.
Sorry if this seems whiney. I'm disappointed but not devastated. It wasn't an A race, so I'm OK with what went down... I was just hoping for more. Or, more accurately, less. :)
Friday, June 17, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
The checklist
- Despite good training so far, suddenly feeling unprepared and anxious. Check.
- Planning my outfit and then second guessing which tri top I should wear. Check.
- Wondering where my What To Pack For A Triathlon checklist is. Check.
- Drinking as much water as possible. Check.
- Questioning my decision to wear new socks in the race. Check.
- Knowing I need to eat healthy foods but craving crap because I've been SO good for SO long. Check.
- Related to above, wondering when it's too early to start carb-loading. Check.
- Obsessively checking Saturday's weather forecast. Check.
Yup. It's race week!
- Planning my outfit and then second guessing which tri top I should wear. Check.
- Wondering where my What To Pack For A Triathlon checklist is. Check.
- Drinking as much water as possible. Check.
- Questioning my decision to wear new socks in the race. Check.
- Knowing I need to eat healthy foods but craving crap because I've been SO good for SO long. Check.
- Related to above, wondering when it's too early to start carb-loading. Check.
- Obsessively checking Saturday's weather forecast. Check.
Yup. It's race week!
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
The Dalai Lama's 18 Rules for Living
I'm sure most of us have seen this before, but it's worth repeating. Enjoy.
1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
2. When you lose, don’t lose the lesson.
3. Follow the three Rs:
- Respect for self
- Respect for others
- Responsibility for all your actions.
4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.
5. Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.
6. Don’t let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
7. When you realize you’ve made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
8. Spend some time alone every day.
9. Open your arms to change, but don’t let go of your values.
10. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
11. Live a good, honourable life. Then when you get older and think back, you’ll be able to enjoy it a second time.
12. A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.
13. In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don’t bring up the past.
14. Share your knowledge. It’s a way to achieve immortality.
15. Be gentle with the earth.
16. Once a year, go someplace you’ve never been before.
17. Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.
18. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.
1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
2. When you lose, don’t lose the lesson.
3. Follow the three Rs:
- Respect for self
- Respect for others
- Responsibility for all your actions.
4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.
5. Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.
6. Don’t let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
7. When you realize you’ve made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
8. Spend some time alone every day.
9. Open your arms to change, but don’t let go of your values.
10. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
11. Live a good, honourable life. Then when you get older and think back, you’ll be able to enjoy it a second time.
12. A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.
13. In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don’t bring up the past.
14. Share your knowledge. It’s a way to achieve immortality.
15. Be gentle with the earth.
16. Once a year, go someplace you’ve never been before.
17. Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.
18. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Random cuteness on a Tuesday
Mikka lounging on the cedar chest in the bedroom.
Maximus in the bathroom window.
Guess which two dogs got a bath last week? :)
Maximus in the bathroom window.
Guess which two dogs got a bath last week? :)
Monday, June 13, 2011
This one is just too good to not post
"He who warned, uh, the British that they weren't gonna be takin' away our arms, uh, by ringing those bells, and um, makin' sure as he's riding his horse through town to send those warning shots and bells that we were going to be sure and we were going to be free, and we were going to be armed." ~ Sarah Palin, totally misinterpreting the purpose of Paul Revere's midnight ride
Friday, June 10, 2011
This is my foot
With an ice bag on it.
On my desk. At work.
Because it's throbbing so badly that I finally decided to look at it, and when I did I saw that it's not only throbbing and painful but also swollen.
Why is it throbbing and swollen? Because this morning I turned quickly to reach for something and slammed my foot into the bike trainer, which was folded neatly and waiting to be taken down to the basement. I saw stars immediately but kept walking on it (I had memories of my coach yelling "Walk it off!" from my many volleyball injuries floating in my head). I figured I was fine if I could walk.
But hours later, the pain has not subsided.
I am not pleased.
MONDAY MORNING UPDATE:
My foot is still swollen, but the pain is all but gone. However... on Saturday the screen door slammed into my heel as I tried to get my bike in the house. Yes, the same foot. Sheesh.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
This question is for everyone, not just my runner/triathlete friends
This morning I did a track workout. While I was out there (in 97% humidity, ugh!), I remembered that a few years ago track workouts were my absolute favorite. When I was doing them weekly and having success nailing my paces, I loved them. (I also hated them, because they are FREAKING HARD, but I loved them at the same time. Weird, I know.)
That made me wonder what everyone else considers to be their favorite workout. Be specific... Is it a particular lift, like squats or walking lunges? Is it a swim set or a run mileage or running route? A Zumba class with a favorite instructor?
I have lots of favorites.
FAVORITE CLASS TO TEACH
After all these years, it's probably still step. I teach an advanced choreography class, and my core group has been with me for YEARS. Step was the first thing I learned to teach, 18 years ago when I first got certified. And it's still my favorite.
FAVORITE CLASS TO TAKE
Advanced step. :) Search for Calvin Wiley, Rob Glick, or Marcus Irwin on youtube to see what I mean by advanced. Swoon!
FAVORITE LIFT
I have two: dips and lateral delt raises. Oh, and squats. And curtsey lunges. And walking lunges. Crap, I love 'em all!
FAVORITE TRACK WORKOUT
This morning's was actually fun: 12 x 200. Love me some 200s!
FAVORITE TRIATHLON WORKOUT
My crazy ass brick workout, where I bounce back and forth between short but intense intervals on the bike trainer (15-20 minutes) and short but intense runs around my neighborhood (I have a 1.08 mile route that I use for this workout) for an hour plus. Love, love, love that crazy ass workout. AND I get to do it this week!
So what are your favorites? Share!
That made me wonder what everyone else considers to be their favorite workout. Be specific... Is it a particular lift, like squats or walking lunges? Is it a swim set or a run mileage or running route? A Zumba class with a favorite instructor?
I have lots of favorites.
FAVORITE CLASS TO TEACH
After all these years, it's probably still step. I teach an advanced choreography class, and my core group has been with me for YEARS. Step was the first thing I learned to teach, 18 years ago when I first got certified. And it's still my favorite.
FAVORITE CLASS TO TAKE
Advanced step. :) Search for Calvin Wiley, Rob Glick, or Marcus Irwin on youtube to see what I mean by advanced. Swoon!
FAVORITE LIFT
I have two: dips and lateral delt raises. Oh, and squats. And curtsey lunges. And walking lunges. Crap, I love 'em all!
FAVORITE TRACK WORKOUT
This morning's was actually fun: 12 x 200. Love me some 200s!
FAVORITE TRIATHLON WORKOUT
My crazy ass brick workout, where I bounce back and forth between short but intense intervals on the bike trainer (15-20 minutes) and short but intense runs around my neighborhood (I have a 1.08 mile route that I use for this workout) for an hour plus. Love, love, love that crazy ass workout. AND I get to do it this week!
So what are your favorites? Share!
Friday, June 3, 2011
Race pic
Unfortunately, I can't lift this off their website without purchasing it, but I can link to it. Not a bad pic. This was taken right before the Mile 10 marker (after the fall and both potty breaks).
My top is actually a salmon color, but my profuse sweating makes it look neon orange. Not a bad thing, as D pointed out. After all, it now looks Flyer orange!
If you look closely, you can see the road rash on my legs. I guess it's good that it's not more prominent.
My top is actually a salmon color, but my profuse sweating makes it look neon orange. Not a bad thing, as D pointed out. After all, it now looks Flyer orange!
If you look closely, you can see the road rash on my legs. I guess it's good that it's not more prominent.
One bad day
That's all it takes, apparently. One bad eating day, and my gut is back.
Yesterday, for some inexplicable reason, I craved McDonalds. I almost never crave fast food. It's just not that appealing to me (except McDonalds apple pies, which are the BOMB). We didn't grow up having it, so maybe that's why I didn't acquire a taste for it.
Don't get me wrong. I find McDonalds french fries as addictive as the next person. All that salty goodness... mmm.... But greasy burgers and salty fries are not typically what I crave when I have a craving. No, friends, chocolate is what I crave.
Yesterday, however, I had to have those fries. I'd had a very small, very unsatisfying, very overpriced salad for lunch, and 2 hours later I was hungry again. So off to the drive-through I went. At first I planned to just get the fries, but I talked myself into a hamburger too. And 2 apple pies, because I simply cannot drive by that window without buying apple pie.
They were good. All of them. They were the smallest possible portions I could have consumed, but they opened the floodgates. When I got back to my office, I also had Gobstoppers and 2 mini (snack size) candy bars (one Snickers, one Milky Way). I'd also already eaten the aforementioned salad, a yogurt, a banana, cereal, a Mojo bar, and 6-7 jelly beans.
Is it any wonder my stomach is a wreck today? I'm bloated, I look like I regained whatever poundage I'd lost, and I feel like crap.
So not worth it.
Yesterday, for some inexplicable reason, I craved McDonalds. I almost never crave fast food. It's just not that appealing to me (except McDonalds apple pies, which are the BOMB). We didn't grow up having it, so maybe that's why I didn't acquire a taste for it.
Don't get me wrong. I find McDonalds french fries as addictive as the next person. All that salty goodness... mmm.... But greasy burgers and salty fries are not typically what I crave when I have a craving. No, friends, chocolate is what I crave.
Yesterday, however, I had to have those fries. I'd had a very small, very unsatisfying, very overpriced salad for lunch, and 2 hours later I was hungry again. So off to the drive-through I went. At first I planned to just get the fries, but I talked myself into a hamburger too. And 2 apple pies, because I simply cannot drive by that window without buying apple pie.
They were good. All of them. They were the smallest possible portions I could have consumed, but they opened the floodgates. When I got back to my office, I also had Gobstoppers and 2 mini (snack size) candy bars (one Snickers, one Milky Way). I'd also already eaten the aforementioned salad, a yogurt, a banana, cereal, a Mojo bar, and 6-7 jelly beans.
Is it any wonder my stomach is a wreck today? I'm bloated, I look like I regained whatever poundage I'd lost, and I feel like crap.
So not worth it.
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