well folks.. i knew it would happen. it was only a matter of time. but somehow i was.. am.. still surprised.

i've... been found.

rugby boy, as i think i've mentioned in a previous post or two... finally did what almost every girl i know does from the beginning and...

googled me.

son of a bitch!

unfortunately for me, my name and my blog are more or less one and the same, so... little miss runner pants popped up and....

he read.

and read.

and read.

and is probably STILL reading, so... hi RugbyBoy! what's up!?

*ahem*
anyway.

i don't even know what to say.
or write about.

a previous post or three ago i blabbered about being single vs. not and yeah.. that didn't seem to go over so well.

um.
oops?

the "i have a blog" conversation was something i used to actually almost stress about.. back in the major Runner Pants days (of which have mostly passed).. but i always managed to scoot out of my relationship before i ever had to broach the subject so..

here i am.

here we are.

i feel like i no longer have a private.... "private"... little corner of the blog-o-sphere to come rant and rave and make no sense in!!

.... it might be time to move on. close up shop, and start anew.

i'm just not sure yet.

but man i'd really rather be lost than found.

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today is national ride your bike to work day, and here in austin, its done up right.

several spots across town offered free breakfast tacos, free fruit, free coffee and just free junk, in an effort to further entice people to break out their bikes and pedal their way in.. and let me tell you something...

it worked!!!

last night i pumped up, lubed up, and gave myself a pre-ride high five for even just thinking about joining the masses today.

and this morning... i climbed aboard.. and rode on in.

that easy. simple as that.

unfortunately for me.. my entire ride to work is downhill. its a piece of cake! i breezed in, barely broke a sweat, and thought to myself.. why am i not doing this everyday!?!

... and then i found out.

the ride home from work, people, is entirely UP.HILL.

like not a couple steep ones.... not a few rollers you gotta climb your way through.... its ENTIRELY one LONG climb.

and i wanted to die.

my quads were burning, my lungs ached, and i was barely moving.

now, granted... i had my laptop, shoes and change of clothes in my backpack, but GAW-DAMN when did 5 miles get so tough!!?!

i am completely out of cycling shape, and i'm paying for it now.

at work i had the brilliant idea to plan a couple hour ride with some friends, so at 6.. off we go. into the texas heat and hill country uh... hills.

on my havent-ridden-in-3-months-ass that can hardly handle a speed bump, much less a half mile climb every other mile along the way.

WHAT WAS I THINKING!! and what is WRONG with me!?! how have i let myself get this far gone!!?!

i so miss cycling. i really really do. and while i love crossfit and am still oh so very committed to my goals where thats concerned...

i'm out of cycling shape... and i think its high time i got back in!

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"it seemed to me that the desire to get married - which, I regret to say, I believe is basic and primal in women - is followed almost immediately by an equally basic and primal urge, which is to be single again"
-- Nora Ephron.

(oh dear god no, i'm not getting married. lets just clear that up right now.)

however... as soon as i get into a relationship... like IN IT... like two months in...

all i see around me are the hot single available men that i could be with, but can't now, because i'm IN IT.

my social calendar fills up with girls nights.. dancing... getting hit on by hot.. single.. men.. and my eyes bug outta my head with where the hell were all of you three months ago, when i was on the PROWL!!?!

... but then i swear to sweet baby jesus, the second i actually am single --- they all disappear again.

what is WITH that!?!

all i wanted for the longest time was a ridiculously good looking, fun, active guy to wrap his arms around me at the end of the day -- and now that thats what i have...

i can't stop meeting everyone ELSE!

right as its about to be cute summer dresses and tank tops and pool parties i decide to go all ga-ga for some guy, spend all my nights and days drooling over him, only to roll over one morning and be freaked out by all i'm missing out on!

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!?!!

and we all know my tendency to super bolt after getting about 6-8 weeks in. i'm like the dating version of the runaway bride and its all i can do right now to get past the two month mark without peeing my pants from fear that my whole world as i know it will come crashing down around me if i let myself actually cross that line into...

"we".

ugh...
"we". "us". "our"

the most feared words in my vocabulary.

but talk to me a few months ago?!

.... it's all i ever wanted.

*sigh*

this is me right now. and it always has been.

no matter what else about me ever changes... it seems like this just never really does!!

AUGH!
i drive myself nuts.

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i did it!!

i strung THREE -- count them ONE. TWO. THREE. double unders together.

IN A ROW!

me! three!

jump jump DOUBLE UNDER jump jump DOUBLE UNDER jump jump DOUBLE UNDER.

it went exactly like that

I DID IT!

i'm a stud.
i'm a hoss.

i'm a bad ass.

... thats all you ever really need to know.

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did you know there are three heads to the tricep muscle -- in your arm!? (in case you weren't aware.. where that was. ... ??!)

*ahem*

there are.
there are THREE.

i didn't know that until today.
i just found out.

wanna know why?

because my crossfit coach is undoubtedly TRYING TO KILL ME, and has me doing all this "extra work" after class.

and today, i thought i ripped my "above-the-elbow-area" part of my arm off.

ripped. like... RIPPED. no longer one piece. big fat tear through the arm.

thats more or less what it felt like.

post WoD i was tasked to do 3 sets of 8 ring pull-ups... (ring pull ups. as in absolutely impossible to do unless you're hans solo or some sort of 9 year old gymnastically advanced russian kid)... and by...

oh.... number TWO... of my FIRST SET!!?!

i wanted to cry.

or at least alert the paramedics.
because there was definitely SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY ARMS.

i felt like the appropriate action to take was probably swearing a lot. so i did that. and then looked at coach with pleading eyes that said didn't you really just mean one set of two!?! --

bastard wasn't buying it. "get up there, girl"

oh yeah?! well @#%$ YOU TOO!

afterwards, feeling completely defeated, i approached him with my best "oooooooooowww" face, pointed at the -- to my knowledge -- muscle-less (and probably previously so) area about two inches up from my elbow and stated with certainty..

"i injured my here part" (whilst pointing to arm.)

coach J laughed... LAUGHED at me. the nerve.... "your tricep?!"

no. dummy. my tricep is HERE (pointing to obvious tricep area).

coach grabbed my arm, turned it over, and informed me that no... you have three heads to the tricep muscle... one here... "yup".

one here... "ouch! stop. got it".

and one H---,i."SON OF A BITCH THATS WHERE IT HURTS!! -- stop friggin POKIN me!!"

so yeah. one there.. he said as he snickered.

so... thats what you have.
you have three heads to your tricep muscle.

everyone.

even ME!

.... who knew?!

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today's WoD

5 back squat (185#/115#)
10 KB clean and press (20kg/12kg)
15 push ups (chest to floor)
10 box jumps
5 snatch/overhead squat (95#/55#)

my final time: 23:29

on my third round coachD had me completing at least 3 snatch/OHS in a row, which... sucked... but was awesome.. but basically means i could've done that from the beginning!

so clearly i need to work on going hard from the BEGINNING. i'm always ratcheting it up mid-workout.

ugh.
live and learn.

however my push ups are getting noticeably better which thrills me to no end.

anyway.. exhaustion has set in, so i leave you with today's video of a completed snatch to OHS.

enjoy!

snatch to OHS from alejandra cornelius on Vimeo.

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well...
week one of my specialized CF training is done and my overall feeling about it all is pretty much,

um..

O.W.

are you friggin kidding me?! i had no idea how hard this was going to be.

i mean i knew... but i didn't KNOW!!!

last week i did more hang cleaning, more push press, more dip drive.. than i think i've done in the last few months combined.

which is GREAT! awesome, when you think about it... but it also made me oh. so. very. sore.

my traps hurt to the touch. washing my hair got to be a tiring ordeal, and if i have to climb the rope one gawd-damned more time (which i do. four times. everyday.) i think i might just punch someone.

really though. like.. PUNCH!

thank GOD i get the weekends to rest, is all i gotta say. because even then, i was still tired.

yesterday's WoD was a bit of a high.. bit of a low.

max back squat --
5 rounds, 3 reps each.

the last time we did this.. about a month ago... we did 7 rounds of 3 each, and i ended with a 135# PR that i remember really struggling with. so yesterday's goal was to get me up a notch.

which we... sorta did.

round 1 -- 120# -- damn. this is heavy.
round 2 -- 125# -- whoa! not so bad! --- i rule.
round 3 -- 130# -- i continue to rule. however admittedly @#%$^. this is heavy.

round 4 -- 135# -- yeahhh. and i'm going to add more weight to this how!!?

round 5 -- 140# --

*sigh*

the first rep went off fine. i hovered a few inches from the bottom for longer than one would like to do, and more or less though my quads were going to violently explode, but i made it.

and then the second rep...

*ahem*

not. so. much.

we will call that a FAIL.

so on the one hand, i got my max back squat PR up, but technically failed in terms of the WoD.

*sigh*
oh well.

i'm definitely getting stronger, and am moving in the right direction, but damn kids... this training to compete thing -- its gunna take a LOT of time and some SERIOUS commitment. of which i'm just now starting to wrap my mind around.

*gulp*

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