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those of you that have been reading this blog since the beginning might be the only ones to truly appreciate this next bit of news... but...
my run today!? i ran at a SEVEN!
SE. VEN.
seven!!
on the treadmill! me! seven!
and i didn't fall down, i didn't collapse and i didn't die!
i dunno folks, but i think i'm getting faster. i've never not died above a 6 before.
and that was a SEVEN!
no way!
i am not having a baby.
i am not anywhere near it.
i don't have a boyfriend.
i don't even have a crush.
i'm not living with anyone. i'm not getting over anyone. i'm definitely not engaged and..
real shocker here folks?
I'M NOT MARRIED.
i know right?
i'm like the only one.
cuz i counted.
and i really.... really am.
why am i telling you this?
because. BECAUSE. because in the last 9 days i have been the recipient of "i'm having a baby!!", "i got married" and "i'm engaged!!!".
and i'm a leetle sick of it.
so?
i did what any girl would do.
and spent a lot of money, on a REALLY great pair of boots.
so there.
HMPF!
in last weekend's hullabaloo i sorta forgot about the pants report, so today i'll sum up the last two weeks in numbers instead!
swim: 5400 yards
run: 16.14 miles
bike: 5:40 hours
yoga: 1.5 hours
crossfit: 2.5 hours
and...
ONE adventure race!!! which i executively decided counted as this weekend's long run/ride, since it took us just under 4 hours to complete!!
and, because its my blog and i brag whenever i can...
i thought i'd just go ahead and mention that..
our team... was the only all girl team to FINISH!!!! hollah!!
and.. just cuz we're all so stinkin' cute, here's another!
go us!
oooh. and because no pics = didn't happen...
orienteering. which it turns out i'm a freakin' professional at:
riding off for the mountain biking portion. first ever time on a mountain bike:
for future reference, it might behoove anyone planning on doing an adventure race to maybe get some mtn. biking experience in beforehand. while i don't typically like to think of myself as a girly girl... turns out i'm a bit of a sissy when it comes to looking down over a rocky/icey single track and hauling ass towards a ravine.
who knew?
and....
us all being dunzo with the dude who helped set this whole thing up:
and... that's all folks. bob's your uncle! er. something like that...
okay.. because i thought maybe some of you could take a peek at what i like and suggest new stuff i may not have heard yet... i give you...
my current top 5:
fidelity ... regina spektor
the underdog ... spoon
a-punk .. vampire weekend
many the miles ... sara bareilles
seven nation army ... the white stripes
my if there were more than 5 in my top 5:
big casino .... jimmy eat world
everyday is a holiday with you ... esthero
fake it ... seether
crazy mama ... jj cale
my not top 5 but i seriously listen to them all on repeat...:
bottle it up ... sara bareilles
i feel it all ... feist
anyone else but you... the moldy peaches (hee hee!)
crushcrushcrush ... paramore
good to sea ... pinback
gasoline ... seether
almost lover ... a fine frenzy
home ... marc broussard
don't you evah ... spoon
breathe me .. sia
on the radio ... regina spektor
(yeah yeah, its little top 40 here and there.... so sue me. i live in kansas city.. i'm not exactly at the forefront of the music scene!!!)
oh good... its getting "better"....
and, apparently, i'm severely losing my tan. gotta love the lighting in this place...
m'kay. so last week i took runner susan up on her sparta challenge and although i did forget to photograph my food a few times...
this is, roughly, what 5 or 6 days worth of food looks like for me.
so yeah...
first of all.. i do a lot of eating in the car. and my kitchen counter.
second.. i do a LOT of snacking (i pretty much eat ever 2-3 hours. because yes in fact... i am a pig.)
third... i didn't photograph EVERY single zone bar that went in my mouth.. hence some duplicate photos.
and, i definitely forgot all about picture taking when i went out.
... er... "out".
so... what's missing is...
Turkey Taco Tuesday (girls night)... where i ate like 3 turkey tacos, chips and salsa.
aaaand Mr. Goodcents Subs and Pasta...
where i ate, as i do at least once a week... a half tuna on wheat, no cheese, with lettuce, tomato, onion, pickles and banana peppers... and yes. i combo it up.
with cheetos and a coke!
other than that (and anything else i'm now forgetting. i'm sure there's something)... you're more or less looking at an average week.
so there ya go.
so.. several months ago, i was a crossfit stud.
stud.
i was master of the pull up, the push up, the box jump and the squat.
and when i say master?! i mean mas.tah.
no assistance on the pull up.
for real legit push ups to the mat.
squats that damn near everyone envied.. and box jumps?
i was the ONLY girl on the 24" box.
on.ly.
however, in the 4-5 months that i took off from the gym?!
well....
some things have changed.
i'm back to jumping pull ups, i'm back to gorgeous push-ups (on my knees) and...
i'm back to the 20" box.
(squats. well.. you've seen this ass. i can squat till the cows come home. that ain't EVAH gunna change.)
unfortunately for me... yesterday i was feeling spunky.
spunky enough to give the 24" box another go.
..... and then i missed.
now.. the picture's not in the greatest light. and.. it only happened yesterday so odds are it will get worse (for those of you saying.. "bah. that ain't no thang"...)
but i can assure you..... O.U.C.H.
and i know... weird right? how'd i land on my thigh.. (which.. by the way? GOOD GOD IN HEAVEN I HAVE GYNORMOUS THIGHS. ew. ew... and also ew.)
*ahem*
but so what happened was....
the first time i tried...!?! it was a go! total and complete domination of the box.
the second time though.... i sorta freaked..... mid.air.
and, somehow thought, in the middle of my jump that hey! i'll just straddle the box when i land! so...
yeah.
what i didn't take into account was the fact that, oh hey, hi! guess what!
I'M SHORT!
and these stubs for legs can't straddle something that tall and wide (shut up you pervs) and still HIT THE GROUND!
ha. um.
.... oops!
yeahhhh
*sigh*
anyway, folks... the whole main point of my story here... besides eat less carbs or you might end up with thighs the size of china... is...
if you're gunna jump on the big box, whatever you do....
don't miss.
hells yeah baby!
i just found out yesterday that this weekend is MLK! i luvs me sum MLK!
here's whats on tap...
swim. spin. run. crossfit. yoga. spin. watch ku kick mu's ass. crossfit. run. movie. birthday soiree. swim. yoga. run. movie.
and in that order too!
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAhoo!!
i want lasagna, a bear claw, french fries dipped in ranch, pizza with extra cheese and a tuna sandwich.
and a coke.
or maybe a strawberry shake.
OMG I'M HUNGRY. and i don't know why.
either i'm in full force PMS mode... without the random crying or snapping at friends... or i just have some cravings out the yin-yang and DAMMIT! i need to know!
having gone off the pill a few months ago for..... various reasons.... i now have to constantly wonder if my desire for caffeine, chocolate and pasta has to do with my increase in exercise or if it's because my fallopian tubes are about to eject an egg.
this is crap!
all i have to say is.... cross your fingers its pms, cuz as every good woman knows....
pms eating DOESN'T COUNT!
so... as mentioned earlier in the week, this marked my
first ever tues/thurs spin class held by KCM and my
butt bones are still sore enough to tell the tale.
here are how the numbers stack up...
spinning = 3.5 hours
running = 6 miles
swimming = 2550 yds
crossfit = 45 minutes
yoga = 90 minutes
total ~ 8 hours.
on the spinning front...
um. yeah. it might be a very long time before i
can keep up with the 80+ people in my spin class. as
the pictures demonstrated i am friends with some
seriously fit people.
its kicking my a$$.
swimming is swimming. i pulled my fastest ever 100 to
date and then wanted to cry when i thought about
trying to hold that for another 1+ mile. suck.
crossfit and running... they're the one-two punch that
i just struggle to survive. wednesday night after an
extremely intense workout i bailed on the night's run.
which brings me to this upcoming week...
the one thing i can't do is let that become habit. if
something gets dropped, it can't be my run. crossfit
is my own add in... i have to remember that and train
accordingly.
lesson learned.
two down.. 22 weeks to go!
i kid you not.
this week was our first week of two-day-a-week spin class and i. almost. died.
i was so tired at one point i seriously think i shed a tear. i could not go on. we did a 30:00 interval that included entiredly too f*cking much climbing and i wanted to punch someone.
its kicking my ass.
however, its also making my ass noticeably smaller, so i suppose it is a good thing.
that being said, for those of you in Kansas City who are in training, own a bike, and aren't in this class i have one word for you...
W-H-Y-?!
*sigh*
if i wasn't laughing so hard out of complete shock and horror, i would no doubt be shedding a tear.
this is going to take four months to grow out.
i look like hilary clinton's less attractive (albeit younger) sister.
with black hair.
and a tan.
f*ck scissors. i'm officially growing my hair out....
AGAIN!
on the upside i've sworn off of men and will be working out everyday until this summer, so maybe it just wont matter?! i'll wear lots of hats and become a fitness recluse.
it'll be fine.
*sigh*
F*CK!
5:15am ALARM ---- roll over-- no... hit snooze.
5:24am ALARM ---- roll over-- nnnno... hit snooze.
5:33am ALARM --- roll over-- f*ck. what time is it?..(5:33).. no... hit snooze.
5:24am ALARM --- roll over-- uuuuuuuugh. out of bed. get out of bed.... hit snooze.
5:51am ALARM --- roll over-- what do i have to do today? i'm not working out this morning. this is stupid. no... hit snooze.
6:00am ALARM --- roll over--.. m'kay. what will i wear today? what do i have that's clean?... hit snooze.
6:09am ALARM --- roll over-- ok i have to get up. i'm getting up right now. right this second.... hit snooze.
6:18am ALARM --- roll over-- f*ck. f*ck. f*ck. f*ck. get out of bed. GET UP..... no... hit snooze.
6:27am ALARM --- roll over--6:30. i will get up at 6:30. i will get up at 6:30. just 3 more minutes.... hit snooze.
6:36am ALARM --- roll over--DAMMIT. ow. i'm sore.... hit snooze. fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck... turn alarm off. get out of bed.
this sucks. i gotta learn to get out of bed.
aaaand, that about sums up how my morning went today.
how was yours?!!?!
omg what the hell.
there is something wrong with me.
this morning after way too many laps of the one-armed drill, my body completely took over. my mind was no where near the pool.
for whatever reason, for the remainder of my swim, every time i took a breath on my left side, i paddled twice with my left arm.
just... just purely on reflex.
i was like some kind of defective robot. my fourth, fifth, sometimes sixth stroke were all with my left.
what is WRONG with me?! i cannot form some sort of odd one-sided swim habit. i'll literally be stuck out in a lake somewhere swimming in circles.
what in the hell!?!
make this go away!
alright folks... week one of the new year is in the books. and.. because HIM training is no joke and someone's gotta hold me accountable...
i'm following in bold's footsteps and recounting my week in numbers.
and here they are:
spinning... 3 hrs.
running... 6 miles
swimming... 1250 yds
crossfit... 20 minutes
i know i know... kinda weak. at least compared to my fellow athletes, but let me assure you... o.u.c.h.
this body is NOT used to logging that much leg time. or arm time. or really just movement at all.
i used my paddles in thursday's swim for the first time and hi. someone should have mentioned how sore those things will make you.
BUT... i finished. i got it done, and although i've got quite a bit of work ahead of me, i'm glad to be able to check it all off my list and move on to what's up next.
January 7th?! ... 23 weeks to go!
ORANGE BOWL
UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS 24
virginia tech 21
hell yeah bitches!
kinda takes the sting outta turning 28!
my entire HIM training is f*cked.
and its only day three.
let me lay out the timeline here, folks:
plan of action
wednesday
6pm -- crossfit
7pm -- 3 mile run
thursday
6am -- swim 1450
6pm -- spin 1HR
what actually happened
wednesday
6pm -- crossfit
6:15pm -- ooooh god. my stomach
6:30pm -- stomach. stomach. stomach. i gotta find a bathroom.
6:50pm -- OMG bathroom. OMG bathroom.
7pm -- butt EXPLOSION.
8pm -- maybe if i start feeling better, i can still go run?
8:30 pm -- oh god. maybe not. i'll run tomorrow.
thursday
6am -- running sucks.
6:30am -- aaaand, now i get to swim.
6:35am -- *stick foot in pool, about to jump in* SON OF A BITCH! THE POOL HEATER'S NOT WORKING!
6:37am -- i can do this. i can do this. i can do this.
6:38am -- *sit on edge of pool, sticking both legs in* NOT DOING THIS! NOT DOING THIS! NOT DOING THIS!
6:40am -- #&%$ this is NOT going well.
afterwards i promptly took a shower, got to work, and decided instead i'd just head home early.
i can go home, grab my bike... find a different pool, swim, and then head to spin. right.
because its my first week back in training... throwing in my first 3-a-day?!
why not?
well folks, January 1 is upon us. and after spending some time looking back on the old, i think its high time to bring in the new.
i don't have any resolutions to report. no major changes in my daily life, no habits to kill or hobbies to pick up... all i have is a new and unwavering commitment to myself. to demand the best of me, for me, and to stop letting anything less be enough to get by.
be it my job, my relationships, my nutrition.. my life.. today is the day i stand up for me.
today is the day that starts my new year.