verbicide: (triathlon)
Parts of it sucked. Parts of it ruled. But whatever it was, for better or for worse,

I am a triathlete.

(Rawr.)
verbicide: (triathlon)
Today has been insanely busy. Between getting ready for the Danskin tomorrow, hanging out with Sarah's lovely family, and preparing some food-to-share at Ellie's post-Danskin BBQ tomorrow, I have effectively managed to not think about the actual task at hand.

Woke up early, met Judy, Jeanne, Ellie and her friend Amy and drove to race registration. It was a zoo. Enormous queues, which happily moved fast enough. It was still, strangely, a shock to see my actual name on the race list and find my race number. I was completely mute because it was so damn frighteningly real. We got our numbers inked on us, picked up our race packages (including a lot of goodie bags from Group Health, Fitness, etc.). I bought a tee-shirt and the whole process took a lot longer than I had foolishly underestimated. But eventually we left and grabbed a quick bite to eat before picking up the bikes from Judy's house and taking them down to the race grounds. It was a little chilling crossing the gate that read, "Athletes Only." I kept thinking someone was going to pull me out and say, "Excuse me, you do NOT belong."

But we parked our bikes, and they walked me around to show me where the buoys were, where the various starts/finishes were. I managed to neither cry nor throw up. Yay for compartmentalizing.

Then Judy drove me back to her house, I got in my car and went to meet Sarah's mom and sister. Poor Sarah had to actually work today, so I picked them up and we went to the mall to grab some food and they helped me pick out some gifts for my friends. I wanted to get them something to thank them for the months and months of inexhaustible encouragement and support they've given so generously. I picked out 5 silver bracelets (for Judy, Kim, Jeanne, and Ellie and one for myself, so we could all have it to remember this by). Something Silver does a very nice job of gift-wrapping, so that was one less thing to worry about. It was very nice to have Deb and Em along. It made the task much more fun. We stopped by Papyrus for cards, a quick stop to gawk at the overpriced, fascinating merchandise at Twist, and by then it was time to go pick up Sarah.

We set out for Capitol Hill to feed Brutus and Buffy. I ran in to feed them, and ran out to take us to see March of the Penguins. Unbelievably cute. Also, I'm very glad I am not a penguin. After the movie, we went back to Jeff's to give the kitties round-two of their meal and hung out there for a bit before round-three (they need to eat in stages for reasons that I don't have the energy to explain). It was nice to hang out and play with the lovely creatures and then I drove the group back to Sarah's where we happily found the cell phone I thought I'd lost earlier in the day.

Finally, I stopped at QFC and got all the ingredients I needed, but forgot celery. Bah, will pick up post race tomorrow. Then home to boil potatoes and eggs for potato salad, and to fill pie shells with ice cream (for, obviously, ice cream pies tomorrow: mocha almond fudge and strawberry).

I know I should have had a low-key evening and have gone to bed at 10. But I think the frenetic energy is keeping me from thinking about the part where I actually do the damn triathlon tomorrow. I'm going to finish this off and then go to bed, it's an early morning tomorrow, Ellie is going to pick me up at 7. I've got my bag packed, my clothes laid out. Everything's ready and goddammit, I am not going to throw up.

I have to admit, being at the registration place today was so...surreal. There I was, surrounded by a sea of amazingly fit women (...one of these things is not like the other). I started to feel so inadequate in comparison. And then I saw a group of women wearing matching pink tee-shirts, which read:

"The miracle isn't that I finished...The miracle is that I had the courage to start." --John Bingham

I think in the end, what I hope to get from this experience is the ability to accept my flaws as a part of being human. And to learn that self-improvement doesn't have to involve self-abuse.

mmm tired

Aug. 20th, 2005 12:46 am
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Jeff's reaction to the basket was adorable. He was so surprised and it really made my day to see his reaction. I love that bear.

We hugged and set off for our weekends.

I drove over to Sarah's and waited. She arrived, then her mom and Em arrived. There was much dancing. We toasted Em's arrival to Seattle and college life with chocolate. There was much chatting and joking and ahhhhhh they are fantastic. We tried to figure out a place for dinner and eventually landed at Sahara in the U-District. SO GOOD.

We had a long, leisurely dinner. Much fabulous food was consumed. Then back to my place to lounge about and watch a movie.

I've got to get up reasonably early tomorrow to be at Judy's by 9:30. We're registering and taking the bikes in and... ahhh. Then I think we're having breakfast and I hope to head over to Queen Anne to hang out with Deb and Em while Sarah unfortunately has to do a bit of work. We're going to try to see March of the Penguins, which looks unbelievably cute. And then I will head over to feed Brutus and Buffy and give them much love. I definitely need to stay distracted so I don't actually have a heart attack before the triathlon.

Shoot. I should go to sleep already. Big weekend ahead.

mmph

Aug. 18th, 2005 08:37 am
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This week is going by so fast. I can't believe it's already Thursday. I mean, the week just started, like, 2 seconds ago. Part of me is glad, because you know, weekend, whee! But this is the triathlon weekend, so I'm damn nervous, too. Nervous, excited, apprehensive.

I'd originally thought Saturday was the triathlon, but it turns out it is actually on Sunday. Saturday we'll get up early (feh), register, park our bikes at the designated area, and then go out for breakfast. Then, I think I'm done for the day. Judy & co. are off to see this Hawaiian band play, but I think I'm going to run errands and come home early. I am going to make some food for Ellen's post-triathlon bbq, so that'll be a good time to do it. I also get to go play with the mighty Brutus and the fabulously bitchy Buffy.

Sunday morning is going to come too soon. Our group starts at 9am. It takes awhile to complete the whole thing, because you're waiting to do things in heats and then you have to move from location to location. The whole thing will take anywhere from 3-4 hours. Once it's over, we'll go to our respective homes, shower, and then meet at Ellie's bbq. Depending on what time that ends, we may go see Wedding Crashers.

And since it's on Sunday, I've decided to take Monday off. I even rescheduled my meeting with a mortgage broker so I can have the day to chill.

Shit, I need to get my legs waxed today or tomorrow. Must call Habitude. It's probably too late to book with Sonia, but too late to be picky.

There are so many things on the horizon that I want to do:

- reformat my damn computer, because it's been very cranky for awhile now
- buy a second hd and install linux
- buy a second hd and hack my tivo to get more space
- filing cabinet and filing (urgh)
- start quilting again
- finish the damn scarf I started for myself
- small detail of finding/buying a condo
- spend more time with French
- buy some weights for home and lift 2-3 times a week
- start walking Greenlake again regularly
- return a jacket to macy's and a pair of shoes to Nordstrom
- buy the Firefly comics because they apparently will be relevant to the movie

But for now, I just need to get to work on time. Gah.

yay sleep

Aug. 14th, 2005 09:10 am
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Sleeping in is one of the great luxuries in life. I woke up yesterday, sans hangover, and spent the first part of the day lounging around, watching Scrubs and playing with Hobbes. But 2:30 came all too quickly and I grabbed my helmet and left for Jeanne's. I got there early and went upstairs to be licked to death by her little doggie, Lexi. Jeanne is a stud. She's training for the Seattle Marathon and had done a 13-mile run that morning.

We left for the Lake Washington area shortly after. They close off the roads to cars near Seward Park on some weekends, and this was one of them. It's very near the actual route we'll be riding next weekend. Judy called shortly after we left and said, "It's hotter than we'd hoped. Do you still want to ride today?" And it flummoxed me, because well, this is the last weekend before the triathlon. Weather be damned, I need the practice.

We met at one of the beaches (can't remember which one) and got started. And it was... it was really okay. The path we cycled was very shady, with the rare pockets of direct sun. We rode to Seward park and looped around once. Decided not to loop around a second time, and rode back to the cars. The ride went very well. The bike is still lower than optimal. I have trouble maintaining my balance when it's higher, but unfortunately this way my legs cramp up a bit, because they're not getting a full range of extension. So I need to hop off every 4 miles or so and kick my legs out and hop back on. But really, I have to stop a lot less than I used to, and for just a few seconds. It was a very pretty day in the shade, looking out over Lake Washington. I even smiled instead of grimacing in terror the entire time.

So that was 10 miles. We could have done 12. But I know I can do it, and it'll be harder, but I just didn't feel like being especially wiped out. I wanted a nice, pleasant ride before next week. It'll be hard, but I feel reasonably confident that I'm ready for it.

Judy marveled over what a difference the shade made for me. I told her that it is amazing. I really wither in the sun. She said she never realized how much I hated it. That she hadn't really heard me rail against it before. I said that it was because when we lived in California, it really didn't affect my life like this. I wasn't training outside all the time. The Danskin is early in the morning, so we should be done before the day really heats up. Whew.

Afterwards, we drove to Judy's to drop off the bikes and then to dinner. Really good burgers at The Deluxe on Capitol Hill. And then Jeanne drove me back to her place. My car was acting weirdly. Suddenly the A/C wasn't working, the fan wouldn't turn on at all and the brake light was on, even though it was definitely off. I started worrying about the logistics of getting it to my mechanic, etc. But then when I got home, I turned it off and on again, and all functions were restored. WEIRD. I don't need my car to break down.

Ellie's about to pick me up to go do the swim. Judy commented yesterday that I compartmentalize things very well. Because I am shit-scared about this, but you can't really tell. During yesterday's ride, we overheard some parent shriek at their kids not to 'touch that, and move away!" Why? "Because that's duck feces!" Oh goody. Repulsive. Hopefully I'll just do this with some dignity instead of crying like a little girl about it. Chuck is coming out with his canoe and the water's choppier so I'm a little nervous, but I feel pretty confident about my swimming and I've been in the ocean when it's mildly rough, and I do fine. I think it's going to take longer than it did in Kim's lake, though. And I'm trying to tell myself that there's no shame in needing one of the giant water noodles for support if I get tired.
verbicide: (me and hobbsie)
Yesterday was fabulous. It had started out rather unpromising. I'd had a bad headache and not enough sleep. I mean, as a work day it was pretty normal. But I got to have lunch with Ellie. Which, can I say...it's so silly, but I was seized with this weird 'noooooooooo' feeling because yes, it meant I would not be having lunch with Jeff. But I was very, very excited to see Ellie, especially since I haven't seen her in a month almost.

While waiting for her outside her office, I got a call from the delectable [livejournal.com profile] dtaylor. And once I realized who it was, I went completely shrill with excitement, but then had to get off the phone because I was double-parked and Ellen had just leaped into my car. We drove to a Persian place near Safeco Stadium and the chicken kebabs were particularly good.

Something bad had happened on 99, so traffic had spilled over onto the streets and there was a lot of not-moving. Lunch took a bit longer than I'd expected, so I raced back in to deal with some pressing work.

Then I realized that I could, ya know, actually call Dawn back. Giddy as a schoolgirl, I dialed her number. And we chaaaaaaatted! *beam* I would listen to her brilliant comments and then my mouth would open and close (fishlike) as I tried to think of something smart to say. But instead I did what I do best. I squee'd. It was very, very exciting. There was talk of a visit (ooo) and we eventually had to get back to work, or some approximation of it.

It's so funny, Dawn referred to my life as a carnival. I'm self-absorbed enough to be fascinatedly nonplussed. I never.. I mean. I think of my life as fairly uneventful. I mean, I like it. Busy, sometimes. But not like Judy's. But, hrm. And then I sat there thinking about what my life looks like to other people. Sarah always laughs at me because I never think of people thinking about me or having an opinion about me. And when I find out they do, it completely startles me for some reason. But then, I startle very easily.

I don't normally troll for comments, and perhaps I'll do a poll (because I want to make it easier for you, beloved friendslisters). Hrm. But um, comment if you would uh, like to. Yeah, okay. I have no idea what I'm asking. My big brother would just say I have poor time management skills. And then I would maturely respond by punching him.

So. Anyway. And then there was a lot more babbling. )
verbicide: (pensive)
Tomorrow is going to be a busy day. So, I should go to bed now. And I will.

Sarah bullied me into actually doing my French homework (instead of complaining about it). And I think I'm ready to tuck into bed with The Subtle Knife. It's getting interesting again.

Activit├ęs pour demain:

- Wake up and post an update on [livejournal.com profile] nikkinewsnet
- Work (I turned in my case study draft, whee!)
- French class from 5-630 PM
- Dinner with Judy at 6:45 PM
- Come home and try to fall asleep, even though hanging out with Judy makes me very, very hyper

Really, it's a busy week ahead. And since the triathlon is actually weekend after next, I need to bust some serious ass these next two weeks. Going to bed early is going to be important. So I should do that NOW.

Going off the diet (AGAIN *grrr*) has had repercussions. 4lbs up. It was all that pie. Mowr. I would give an internal organ to get back the traction I had last year. You'd think all the training I've done this year would have helped. But see above re: pie. No more pie. EVER. Why is it so freaking hard? I know this is just party bloat, and it'll be gone by next week. But I feel like every week just yo-yos between the same 5lbs. And it just doesn't motivate the way real weight loss does. I know I need to point things out. I know I need to buy some reasonable groceries.

And I mean to, but either things are frantically busy or I'm frantically relaxing from all the franticness. It's stupid and it's lame, but there you have it. I have to sit here and admit, "Okay, I'm climbing back on the wagon." Because, really. What alternative is there? I'd like to still be able to climb a flight of stairs at 40.

I really need to find time to go to the goddamn grocery store. Maybe tomorow after dinner with Judy.
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Wow. It's remarkable how fast I can get dressed when I don't mess around. My eyes haven't even focused yet, and I'm ready to go. Hobbsie is even fed.

I left work to meet with Alexis. I was a little tired, but ready for our session. Especially since I'd missed it last week. I've only missed once before, and that was during the hoopla of Amy's wedding. So I was glad to see her, but I didn't think it was going to be a big deal.

Wow, did I suck.

I don't know if it was missing one week, or the heat, or what. But I could barely lift my arms. It was puzzling and frustrating. Last week I was doing 65lbs easy on the lat pulls, three full sets. This time we had to do a drop set on the second one in. I was struggling to do lateral raises at the 7lbs I was doing last time. We had to actually drop it down to 5lbs, and then 4lbs. It was so perplexing. And we didn't even get through everything, because it was taking longer. Alexis finally said, "When did you last eat?" and I blinked at her and said, "Lunch. 11:30ish." And she said, "Well DUH. That was like seven hours ago!" I really didn't think that was it, exactly. I normally don't eat dinner or snack before meeting her. Though I normally have chicken or beef at lunch, but I'd just had mac 'n cheese.

Well, whatever it was, it sucked. I had considered dropping weight-lifting until after the triathlon, because I wanted to focus on cardio. But crap, if missing one session is going to knock me on my ass, then no.

I'd gotten to this nice part, where I wasn't so blisteringly sore after our workouts, but my shoulders are quite owied today. Also, I made the mistake of letting Alexis know what my two most hated routines were. So when we got to the end, and only had time for one more superset, she said, "Okay! Lunges and triceps!" GOD. For an exceptionally beautiful, young woman, she sure is cruel.

On the positive side, I finally have French and Alexis locked into set days of the week. French on Tuesdays, Alexis on Wednesdays. It makes it easier for me, since I am both a creature of habit, and it just makes better sense. I used to do both of these things on Saturdays, back to back and it was a tough schedule to maintain. Particularly, it's nice having French during the week. Gives me a much better chance of doing my homework before the lesson.

Sarah had met me at my gym, to try it out and just for convenience. One very exciting outcome of this was, she (lover of the elliptical machine), tried the ones at my gym and pronounced them EVIL. So it's not just me. My body is not just defective. Those machines do make your feet numb and hurt hurt hurt. Not that I was glad she was in pain, but I was very happy it wasn't just me. Now I need to go try the ones at her gym and see if I'm still in agony (in which case my body will be pronounced defective.)

We went to Fred Meyer to return the frames. Even though I'd made a point of keeping the receipt, I couldn't find it. Mrrrh. So I took a price hit on the return. But I couldn't face the prospect of taking them back to the car and having to deal with them again. I did, however, forget to buy Scrabble. So I either have to go buy it today or beg Ellie and Jeff for their copy.

By then the concept of cooking was too tragic to consider. So we went to the Hi Life. I was relatively good. Had grilled chicken and a spinach salad. Then Sarah and I split their glorious and simple sundae of vanilla ice cream, great hot fudge, and Spanish peanuts. God that's good. And since we split it, it's um, not that bad.

RAWR

Jul. 28th, 2005 08:01 pm
verbicide: (triathlon)
Did 10 miles on the bike today. Only two more needed for the triathlon. Saturday, we ride 12 and swim the half-mile and see how I do.

I'm fucking exhausted, but not from the bike ride. Just from nonstop busy weeks and weekends. Outside of Alexis, I'm not doing any training next week. And I really need to start getting 8 hours of sleep at night. For at least a couple of weeks. Because, goddamn.
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Judy recovered in time last night, so Jeff the Magnificent was off the hook for cycling.

While I'm not quite ready for the Tour de France, I'll admit that improvements are being made. Faster than I expected them (much faster than my skill level did in Amanda's class, ugh). We raised the seat, so my legs are able to extend more. And we just ...biked. We went twice as far as last time. From 65th/Sandpoint to about 145th. I know it's not much, but it was just nice to see an improvement. It was nearly 6 miles, which was my goal. I was worn out towards the end.

Judy had her bike tuned up and there were some small differences. The pedals were smaller and my foot would occasionally slip. The higher seat meant that the shock absorber thingie in the back kept creaking.

But I think the valuable lesson I learn better and better with each ride is that the slightest fumble isn't going to send me careening off the bike. I've been working on loosening my grip so my hands don't go numb. I try not to scrunch my shoulders down. Also, I don't have to pedal madly. I can coast and let my legs rest.

It was a really good ride. And there's something so satisfying about accomplishing each babystep of your goal.

We next ride on Saturday. And I'm also to practice lake swimming (WHINE).

I just keep reminding myself that the day of race really brings out mad surges of adrenaline. And even if I don't bike the 12 miles before the triathlon, it's okay. My goal is to have 10 miles down. I'm pretty comfortable on the bike. Even though I look like a fumbling idiot--I have absolutely no grace with this, yet. But now it's just building up endurance.

And last night, my legs were already sore from Alexis (and her Lunge Routine from HELL).

Anyhow. Progress is being made and I feel less dramatized than before. Though I'm sure I'll lapse into despondent hysteria many times before the actual race.

Judy is a wonderful cheerleader. She told me last night that our friend Kim's goal (on her first triathlon) was just to not be carried off on a stretcher. I think that's a good goal to have. I'm not trying to win prizes here, I just want to finish with some dignity. Okay, make that: I just want to finish.

sheesh

Jul. 21st, 2005 08:21 am
verbicide: (amused)
Conversation in my hall this morning.

Me (sternly): Kitties should be seen and not heard!
Hobbsie: MAOWR!

He's a very helpful cat, you know. Always willing to lead the way to the food dish in case I've forgotten since last night.

Also? I know I've gotten the perfect amount of sleep when I wake up perky at 7am. Sickening, but true.

And since I can't let a single post go by without babbling about training or the triathlon (Did you all know I was going to do one? I know I never, ever mention it, ever.) , a nice realization is that I'm less brutally sore after my workouts now. I'm aware of my muscles, and they're definitely fatigued. But there isn't the sudden inability to raise my arms. Next Wednesday will mark my 10th training session, which means the following session I'll buy another 10 sessions. Alexis was very cute about it. Because, I guess you never know if someone is going to continue on. I can't imagine not having my weekly sessions with her. I really look forward to them and it's been a great ...tether. Even if I slack off on cardio (I mean, not anymore because I can't avoid it with the swimming/cycling), I know I'll see her and it's a great check-in every week. Also? Love her. I didn't originally plan on doing this every week, but I'm definitely hooked now.

I also got to meet Alexis' husband Nikos yesterday. Absolutely adorable guy. He'd brought their black lab puppy, Cooper. He is the most freaking adorable animal I've ever seen. Soft and fluffy with big floppy ears. Makes me want to have a doggie SO BADLY. Cause omfg cute. I always thought I was a one-breed woman (German Shepherds) but wow. He was soooooooo cute!

I want a puppy. (I know, I know I can't have one, dammit. But waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant.)

I've also got massive condo-itch now. I don't have all the savings I'd like yet, but soon. And I emailed [livejournal.com profile] realrobert with a preliminary list of what I'd like, and what my price range is. Just to start getting a feel for if what I want is even possible in my price range. I'd like to buy conservatively this first time, and I think my needs are fairly simple. But we'll see. Maybe he'll write back and tell me I'm out of my mind.

I've once again decided to put off the couch-buying until I've moved. I vacillate on this constantly.

Okay, now I'm just rambling aimlessly. Must leave for work. I can't believe it's Thursday. This week has flown by!

mmmmsleep

Jul. 19th, 2005 08:32 am
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I was so incredibly worn out by the end of day yesterday. I was in bed by 7, asleep by 9. And except for a brief moment at 2am when I had to pee, I was out like a light the whole night through.

I came home. Made dinner (homemade tomato basil sauce and fresh ravioli), watched a bit of the Daily Show, and tucked into bed with Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix.

I'm still stubbornly determined to finish my re-read before starting on the new book and determined to avoid spoilers of any kind. I finally broke down yesterday and ripped open the Amazon packaging so I could gaze at it.

I wish I could stay in bed all day and just read. But nope. I have to get dressed and get out of the house in the next 10 minutes. Wah!

Also, the funny thing about exercise... when I'm doing it regularly (like every day, or every other day), the momentum carries me through. When my routine is disturbed for a weekend, it makes me want to run around shrieking HAHAHAHAHAAA NO MORE EXERCISE EVER AGAIN!!!! Or something. Stop/starting is so hard. I didn't swim over the weekend, there was no time. I didn't go to Amanda's last night, I had no energy. I'm meeting Alexis on Wednesday, that's a lock. I should go to Amanda's on Thursday. Swimming on Friday. Cycling on Saturday. Swimming on Sunday. And hopefully the routine will give me that momentum I need again.

I did, despite eating a mammoth steak on Saturday, manage to lose the 6lbs of party bloat I gained from Vegas. So there was much rejoicing.
verbicide: (triathlon)
Second round of cycling yesterday was awesome. I still need to work on my endurance (a lot), but there was less whimpering and I didn't have to get off the bike to cross roads at the end, or go over bumps. The Burke Gilman trail was very pretty. We just need to measure the distance so we have a realistic idea of how far we're going.

I met with Alexis tonight. It's been great to have someone else measure my progress as we go along. I mean, I know that when I started I was doing 37lbs on the lat pull, and now I'm doing 62lbs. So I know the numbers are going up, but I can't always see if I'm improving. God, is there ever a point where lunges aren't godawful? And is there any point at which my upper arms will not feel like quivering noodles?

I feel slightly manic about getting more cardio in. Judy's having her bike tuned this coming week, so we probably won't be able to ride again until next Thursday. So I'm going to try to catch Amanda's class on Monday. Then Alexis on Wednesday, cycling on Thursday, and swimming on Friday. I'm trying to find the best balance between working hard and working myself into the ground. I think last weekend's doubling-up really wore me out. But I figure at some point it's just got to get easier. I don't think I'm doing anything strenuous enough to hurt myself.

I'm also thinking about buying some free weights. It'd be nice to do some of the exercises at home, too.

I finally found some traction with my diet this week, too. I told Jeff that my goal is to aim for below allowed points. Just for a couple of weeks so I'm not straining against the max. I've managed that 3 days out of 4, and the only reason I blew it yesterday was because I didn't get a chance to grab dinner until 10pm and was fucking ravenous. With AP, it worked out, so I damn well better see a good loss on Monday. Need to get rid of the Vegas bloat.

I've started drinking water a bit more regularly, too. And I think I was getting dehydrated, so that's good. I wish I'd started aggressively training back in January, instead of moving so slowly. But live and learn. I was worried about missing swimming this weekend, but Stace's complex has a pool, so I'll be able to get two sessions in. Saturday night and Sunday morning.

I can't believe how fucking fast the past couple of months have gone.
verbicide: (glum)
Details about the bike ride, and Amy's wedding still to come.

I am so fucking tired right now. I just got home. Groceries are still in the hall. I feel like a five-year old on the verge of a tantrum.

I have to deal with the fact that I am very, very old and no longer able to treat my body like shit and give it 4 hours of sleep before a busy work day. Especially after hard-core training and limited sleep over the weekend.

[livejournal.com profile] pinkminx got in fine last night. She is glorious. She is sublime. I love her! She is not allowed to go home. It's amazing how meeting years-old friends from the net can be so perfect. There was no period of adjustment. It's the reward you get for being yourself online, and finding people who are similarly inclined.

God, this turned out long. )

aieeee!!

Jul. 9th, 2005 11:28 am
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Just got back from a great catch-up breakfast with Judy at Portage Bay Cafe. David, a student at Judy's clinic, worships this place. So we decided to try it out and it was pretty damn good.

We took turns talking about Amy's wedding and Judy's trip to the Olympic Peninsula.

And then the conversation took a frightening turn. Judy pointed out that since the weather was nice, we were definitely going biking today. I haven't been on a bike since I was a kid. They terrify me. I like being in control of my own arms and legs and I'm not a fan of falling or crashing into things. Also, I'm a total klutz.

But the triathlon is around the corner. And one of the 'tri' is biking.

Excuse me for a sec. )

So I need to go and just do it.

I'm also meeting Alexis at noon to get in another round of lifting. I can tell that I have new muscles that work because yesterday's swim was a piece of cake. I need to count laps (the triathlon is half a mile = 17 laps). I failed to count yesterday. But it was lovely getting back in the pool. Swimming feels so effortless to me. I'm going to go twice a week, Friday nights and Sunday mornings.

Shit. I need to get my stuff together and get out the door. Also, I need to pee. But you probably didn't need to know that.

lalala

Jul. 6th, 2005 10:16 pm
verbicide: (pensive)
It would be awfully nice if, since I babble as obnoxiously as she does, I could have Lorelei Gilmore's body. While eating the diet she and Rory claim to eat.

Between getting sick last week and heading to Vegas, I'd missed a session with Alexis. We caught up last night and she ground my ass to the floor. After missing one session, I was worried that...all the previous effort would go to waste. But I was lifting the same, if not higher weights. And I managed to do three full sets on the evil, hateful lunges, instead of three shorts. Motherfucker it hurt. And today. my arms are in hell. But it's a good kind of hell.

I'm freaking out because the triathlon is around the corner. Just two months left for hardcore training. Judy, Ellen and I are going to start swimming this Friday. And maybe on Sunday mornings. To make up for the missed session, I'm meeting Alexis on Saturday, too. Then I'm supposed to go biking Saturday afternoon.

I really need to ramp up the cardio. I was doing so well on it, then it just petered off when I started the circuit training. So tomorrow I go back to Amanda's class. Mowr. I will suck. A lot. But it'll be good for me.


And jesus christ on a pogo-stick, the Britney Spears Curious ad makes me roll my eyes until they hurt.

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