And do you remember how I said I wasn't going to do any stupid diet thing? If all I'm going to do is pout about my feet, I just might actually have to do the 'diet' thing.
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Showing posts with label Ragnar. Show all posts
Ballerina Feet
You may be wondering where are all the updates about Phase 3. Well, there aren't any. I broke my toe last Sunday night (10/24) and I've done nothing but pout about it since. I mean really.....how many freaking injuries do my feet need?!?!?
And do you remember how I said I wasn't going to do any stupid diet thing? If all I'm going to do is pout about my feet, I just might actually have to do the 'diet' thing.
And do you remember how I said I wasn't going to do any stupid diet thing? If all I'm going to do is pout about my feet, I just might actually have to do the 'diet' thing.
Joy Ride
I've been a bit moody the last few weeks. I wasn't really sure what it was, but I might have figured it out last night on my bike ride. I think it's because I've been in a constant state of 'not-really-all-that-great'.
I mountain bike and I basically battle it out for not-last-place every race. I have yet to have a race where I'm middle of the pack, let alone close to first. I raced Ragnar. Our team's only expectations were to survive. We knew we weren't going to win our division (most of us probably don't even know what division we were in) and we weren't exactly the most creative/spirited team - although we did get a lot of props for the tutus.
So I've been working my ass off all spring and summer to be 'not-really-all-that-great'. It sucks. I want to feel like I can do anything. I want to feel strong and lean. I want to feel powerful and graceful at the same time. I want to be proud of myself. And I get it....I *get* that just getting out there is great and that I have a lot to be proud of and I am strong and graceful. BUT...I want more. I want to be good...no, I want to be great. I want to be great at...something.
Last night we went mountain biking. We went to our 'home' course. We left the two younger kids at home, they were tired. It was just Nathan, The Social Guy, and Me. The plan was; I was going to ride the whole trail once, and the two boys would ride the whole trail, plus an additional hard loop. We pulled up to the trail and when we started to get our gear on, The Social Guy realized he didn't bring his biking shoes. He can't go biking without his biking shoes. We decided that Nathan and I would still bike, but just shorten our ride. Nathan would do the whole trail and I would do the medium loop twice.
OH MY GOD....I had one of the best rides of my life. The trail was just challenging enough to keep my interested and I flew like a mother fucker. I felt I had wings. I just glided along the trail, up and down the hills, over rocks and between the trees. No one passed me. I got out to the clearing at the end of my first loop and tears streamed down my face. THIS IS WHAT IT'S SUPPOSED TO FEEL LIKE! I went for a second lap and again, had the time of my life. I was not only good last night on the trail, I was great.
This is me, after my ride. It's a pretty bad picture, but I can't be great at everything :)
I mountain bike and I basically battle it out for not-last-place every race. I have yet to have a race where I'm middle of the pack, let alone close to first. I raced Ragnar. Our team's only expectations were to survive. We knew we weren't going to win our division (most of us probably don't even know what division we were in) and we weren't exactly the most creative/spirited team - although we did get a lot of props for the tutus.
So I've been working my ass off all spring and summer to be 'not-really-all-that-great'. It sucks. I want to feel like I can do anything. I want to feel strong and lean. I want to feel powerful and graceful at the same time. I want to be proud of myself. And I get it....I *get* that just getting out there is great and that I have a lot to be proud of and I am strong and graceful. BUT...I want more. I want to be good...no, I want to be great. I want to be great at...something.
Last night we went mountain biking. We went to our 'home' course. We left the two younger kids at home, they were tired. It was just Nathan, The Social Guy, and Me. The plan was; I was going to ride the whole trail once, and the two boys would ride the whole trail, plus an additional hard loop. We pulled up to the trail and when we started to get our gear on, The Social Guy realized he didn't bring his biking shoes. He can't go biking without his biking shoes. We decided that Nathan and I would still bike, but just shorten our ride. Nathan would do the whole trail and I would do the medium loop twice.
OH MY GOD....I had one of the best rides of my life. The trail was just challenging enough to keep my interested and I flew like a mother fucker. I felt I had wings. I just glided along the trail, up and down the hills, over rocks and between the trees. No one passed me. I got out to the clearing at the end of my first loop and tears streamed down my face. THIS IS WHAT IT'S SUPPOSED TO FEEL LIKE! I went for a second lap and again, had the time of my life. I was not only good last night on the trail, I was great.
This is me, after my ride. It's a pretty bad picture, but I can't be great at everything :)
Bionical Me
I started my *official* Ragnar training this week. The training schedule lists that I would run for 15 minutes at a time, three times a week. My first run went just fine. It was slow and I was unhappy about that, but I did it. My second run of the week was yesterday morning. It started out great. I did a warm-up walk for five minutes and then the plan was to pick up the pace for the next fifteen.
I felt good for about the first five minutes and then the whole "Why am I doing this? This is hard!" kind of stuff started running laps in my brain. I looked at my Garmin to check the time...I had run for about eight minutes. Awesome! I am half way done! I struggled up a long, but honestly not-big-at-all hill. I checked the time again. It read about a minute after I checked the last time. Weird. This really sucks. I vowed to not check it again until I got to the corner. I dragged my arse to the corner and looked again. I don't even know what the fuck it said. All I know is that I wasn't even close to my fifteen minutes...what the fuck. I quit running. I started to walk. I was pissed. How could it take me *that* long to run all the way here?!?!
On further examination of my Garmin, it would seem as though my bionic left boob hit one of the display buttons AND the start/stop button while I was running...hmph.
I felt good for about the first five minutes and then the whole "Why am I doing this? This is hard!" kind of stuff started running laps in my brain. I looked at my Garmin to check the time...I had run for about eight minutes. Awesome! I am half way done! I struggled up a long, but honestly not-big-at-all hill. I checked the time again. It read about a minute after I checked the last time. Weird. This really sucks. I vowed to not check it again until I got to the corner. I dragged my arse to the corner and looked again. I don't even know what the fuck it said. All I know is that I wasn't even close to my fifteen minutes...what the fuck. I quit running. I started to walk. I was pissed. How could it take me *that* long to run all the way here?!?!
On further examination of my Garmin, it would seem as though my bionic left boob hit one of the display buttons AND the start/stop button while I was running...hmph.
Mother Freakin' Pissed
Official training for the Ragnar Relay begins next week. The Ragnar website gives a pretty good training schedule for 'one' to follow. Here's the deal though. I need to be running for 15 minutes at a time, three times a week. Now, I have been doing a lot of exercising, but I haven't been really doing much running. I'm afraid to. I weigh so much right now. I don't want to pull something in my knee, or twist my ankle, or strain something in my gut. I want to lose weight. I want to be fit and active.
I made a deal with myself that I would run (okay, it's really only a jog) in five minute intervals. I would do it three times during my walk. I would still be running the fifteen minutes, just not all at once yet. As I started out my first five minute interval I got pissed.
I'm pissed off that I'm not running the half marathon in the Get In Gear this year (I don't even know if I will be ready to run *anything* for that race.) I'm pissed that I gained forty fucking pounds! I'M MAD THAT I WAS SO MEAN AND BAD TO MY BODY! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!?! I'M PISSED OFF! I HATE NOT FEELING STRONG WHEN I RUN! I HATE LOOKING AT THE WATCH, HOPING MY FIVE MINUTES ARE UP SOON! I DON'T LIKE TRYING TO FIT IN SEVERAL WORKOUTS IN ONE DAY WITHOUT MY BODY SEIZING UP ON ME! I DON'T ENJOY LOOKING LIKE I AM SIX MONTHS PREGNANT! I know my strong body, who is hiding under this layer of fat, is in there. I want her back now.
The last of the five minute intervals was the hardest. I was tired. I was spent. I stopped running. I walked. Then a little voice started screaming in my ear. "Is this hard?" she said. "Yeah, it's fucking hard. It's a whole lot harder then sitting on the couch, surfing the internet all day, chatting to your friends. BUT...is it the hardest thing you have ever done?"
"NO, this is not the hardest thing I have ever done." I said back. And with tears down my face I picked up the pace and finished my last five minute run of the day.
I made a deal with myself that I would run (okay, it's really only a jog) in five minute intervals. I would do it three times during my walk. I would still be running the fifteen minutes, just not all at once yet. As I started out my first five minute interval I got pissed.
I'm pissed off that I'm not running the half marathon in the Get In Gear this year (I don't even know if I will be ready to run *anything* for that race.) I'm pissed that I gained forty fucking pounds! I'M MAD THAT I WAS SO MEAN AND BAD TO MY BODY! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!?! I'M PISSED OFF! I HATE NOT FEELING STRONG WHEN I RUN! I HATE LOOKING AT THE WATCH, HOPING MY FIVE MINUTES ARE UP SOON! I DON'T LIKE TRYING TO FIT IN SEVERAL WORKOUTS IN ONE DAY WITHOUT MY BODY SEIZING UP ON ME! I DON'T ENJOY LOOKING LIKE I AM SIX MONTHS PREGNANT! I know my strong body, who is hiding under this layer of fat, is in there. I want her back now.
The last of the five minute intervals was the hardest. I was tired. I was spent. I stopped running. I walked. Then a little voice started screaming in my ear. "Is this hard?" she said. "Yeah, it's fucking hard. It's a whole lot harder then sitting on the couch, surfing the internet all day, chatting to your friends. BUT...is it the hardest thing you have ever done?"
"NO, this is not the hardest thing I have ever done." I said back. And with tears down my face I picked up the pace and finished my last five minute run of the day.
Mother Freakin' Training
I started 'Training' this week. Training includes lots of exercise, good/whole foods (but at a limited caloric intake), very very little alcohol, and limited caffeine. Why am I doing all this?
It's to run the Ragnar Relay:
Teams of 12 running along the world-famous Mississippi River as we rock out, enjoy the wacky participant costumes [note to self: add polish my tiara to my to-do list] , and make life-long friends with teammates and competitors. The party runs along the Great River Road starting in Winona, MN cutting into Wisconsin and ending in Minneapolis, MN.
And I think it sounds like a mother freaking kick ass thing to do!
It's to run the Ragnar Relay:
Teams of 12 running along the world-famous Mississippi River as we rock out, enjoy the wacky participant costumes [note to self: add polish my tiara to my to-do list] , and make life-long friends with teammates and competitors. The party runs along the Great River Road starting in Winona, MN cutting into Wisconsin and ending in Minneapolis, MN.
And I think it sounds like a mother freaking kick ass thing to do!
