Annnnnnd I'm back. This week has been fabulous. like straight up one of my favorite weeks in the history of working out. I couldn't be happier with it.
This week has been somewhat crossfit theme, well maybe not crossfit but more crossfit/Olympic style(?)/ lifts... cleans, snatches, deadlifts and overhead squats. What I'm about to say will most likely shock the world, or my 3 faithful readers...but overhead squats were my favorite I think. Did you feel that too? the earth just tilted. I also like snatches and cleans. Nessie takes a tumble (that's what I say when I fall, scientists refer to it as an earthquake) happened today during some of the overhead squats but whatever. Not the first time and most likely not the last as my balance rivals that of a just learning to walk toddler.
My hamstrings are sore as all get out, and my traps are too but I'm actually pretty happy with that. There's a crossfit class starting April 1st... yeahhhhhhh. I miss it but I think I still hesitate too much. I really, really, really like it... I just get nervous about throwing weight up towards my face. I think it would be weird if I didn't but sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I was born without the fear gene/the part of my brain that registers fear because mine seems to be in overdrive. I won't fly because I'm scared of heights, cruise ships are going down left and right like the titanic part 2, I can't swim, I'm scared of sharks and I'm pretty sure North Korea is planning to kill us all and I have no way out of the U.S. as you can't drive to Germany. I've decided Germany will be my new home. Russia is too cold and I'm not skinny enough, I don't like Asian food, nor do I know what language they speak, China is just a no as they don't like girls and I think they have a 2 baby per family limit and I don't like communism, and I think Australia is too hot and I hear kangaroos aren't as friendly as they look except also I hear you weight less near the equator...this would be a good time to figure out if Australia is even near the equator. I don't know. I'm not good at geography, among other things. This is what goes through my mind.
Anyways, tomorrow I'm supposed to try bikram yoga with Jennifer. I'm pretty nervous about all of that but Jennifer assured me no one will put their hands on me like the instructor at the Y did. I make that sound so violent, but she just touched my face while I had my eyes closed and if you've known me for any length of time, you know I don't like having my faced touched or closing my eyes when people are around. Also. Darin and I were talking about baking today and seeing as I can bake some pretty tasty stuff, now all I want to do is go make a bunch of stuff. Bad news is, I can't eat it...well. I can but I shouldn't. I did learn a trick watching food network though, when I make lemon blueberry cupcakes, if you coat the blueberries in a little flour, they won't all sink to the bottom. Thanks for that, Paula Deen. Who, also by the way makes deep friend pecan pie. Um hello type 2 diabeetus but I bet that is basically the tastiest pie you'd ever put in your mouth.
I really don't know how I get on these subjects. This post is full of things you don't need to know but if you're reading this for fountain of information I spew out weekly you're desperate. Very, very desperate.
Anyways. Depending on yoga, I may run tomorrow afternoon or Sunday...I'm kinda scared to commit to running after yoga though.
Okay. That's all I have to ramble about for now. Thanks for wasting your time reading this blog. Oh, and I just realized that if you don't have an iPhone, all you see at the end of my blog is a little box. Well, it's supposed to be a peace sign. So if you don't have an iPhone, just imagine it's there.✌
Friday, March 29, 2013
Monday, March 25, 2013
Surprise(s)!
Show of hands, who completely forgets how to do a squat? Oh. No one, you say?Well that's where you would be wrong my friend. For a good 3-4 minutes today, if you had a gun to my head and told me to a squat or eat a bullet, I would have (not by choice, actually) been killed. Other than that, and busting myself in the chin with a bar because obviously I lost a few billion brain cells this weekend, today was actually really fun for me.
I had mentioned possibly returning to crossfit, because for some reason I miss it. I don't know why, really. It's basically everything I hate in one warehouse/garage looking gym. But I don't hate it, at all and that kinda blows my mind. So today, we did cleans and thrusters and I was pleased. I generally hate surprises, but this was a good one. I really like lifting weights. It's weird to me that working out has become something I look forward to all day. It's not a punishment for what you've eaten. Which is what I kinda thought of it as for a while. It's fun, especially when you surprise yourself with what you can do. It doesn't happen to me often though. Before we did the cleans, Darin started talking about motion and velocity and all things physics that I don't understand. All I know is that you hurl a weighted bar up explosively toward your face using your legs to drive it upwards and hope for the best haha just kidding about that part. I really don't know what happened during the thruster part. Especially when I busted myself in the chin. That was a bad surprise haha. A thruster is basically a front squat and you press the bar overhead at the top. Sounds simple because it kind of is. Then we did some planks. I didn't miss them, in case anyone was wondering. While I was doing a high plank, Taz kept sniffing my hair, which made me laugh. Apparently Dove hair products smell good to canines, especially cute ones.
Speaking of hoping for the best, I ran on Saturday and almost died on the treadmill. It was rough. I generally look forward to running because it's a new challenge and it's something for a while, I couldn't even do at all. Embarrassingly enough, walking through the mall would wind me. Like, I would want to sit down. It makes me really sad, but those days are gone, never to return. ever. Anyways, back to the present, I wasn't super excited about it on Saturday but decided to do it anyways and about eh, round 8 I was OVER the whole situation. I felt like I couldn't catch my breath at all, I was wheezing loud enough for Helen Keller herself to hear me and my stupid polar HRM wasn't working, AGAIN. I have asthma that generally doesn't require an inhaler and by that I mean I don't use one. I let nature take its course which is why I've had this nasty cough for a while. I'm really not as stubborn as that sounds. Oh wait, yes I am. but running seems to bring out the wheezer in me. I just haaaaaate inhalers, they're so gross and I'd look like a 6th grade trumpet player with one. I'm really, really hoping this resolves itself. Soon. I'm also hoping tomorrows running and rolling session goes better than Saturdays. That being said, I still hate that damn foam roller. I can tell a tiny bit of difference on the pain scale. On scale of 1-to-actively being mauled by a bear, I'm at a solid hot knife to the knee aka a 6.8. I make up the scale, so I make up the number accordingly.
I question a lot of stuff and have a lot of questions, but you know what? There's not been one single time I've questioned if the decision to work with Darin was a good one. I met him at such a crucial time in my life. I had/have big changes to make and I swear I couldn't have found a better trainer more suited for me if I had interviewed half of North America. I mean, really. Not that I ever questioned him listening to me before, but the fact that he brought in some crossfit type stuff in to our session is kinda like a middle ground situation. I know he isn't the biggest fan of it for safety reasons, but maybe in a controlled one-on-one environment (see what I did there?) we can make it work.
My legs are tired, as is the rest of me. So with all of that heart warming crap out of my system, I'm off to take a shower.
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I had mentioned possibly returning to crossfit, because for some reason I miss it. I don't know why, really. It's basically everything I hate in one warehouse/garage looking gym. But I don't hate it, at all and that kinda blows my mind. So today, we did cleans and thrusters and I was pleased. I generally hate surprises, but this was a good one. I really like lifting weights. It's weird to me that working out has become something I look forward to all day. It's not a punishment for what you've eaten. Which is what I kinda thought of it as for a while. It's fun, especially when you surprise yourself with what you can do. It doesn't happen to me often though. Before we did the cleans, Darin started talking about motion and velocity and all things physics that I don't understand. All I know is that you hurl a weighted bar up explosively toward your face using your legs to drive it upwards and hope for the best haha just kidding about that part. I really don't know what happened during the thruster part. Especially when I busted myself in the chin. That was a bad surprise haha. A thruster is basically a front squat and you press the bar overhead at the top. Sounds simple because it kind of is. Then we did some planks. I didn't miss them, in case anyone was wondering. While I was doing a high plank, Taz kept sniffing my hair, which made me laugh. Apparently Dove hair products smell good to canines, especially cute ones.
Speaking of hoping for the best, I ran on Saturday and almost died on the treadmill. It was rough. I generally look forward to running because it's a new challenge and it's something for a while, I couldn't even do at all. Embarrassingly enough, walking through the mall would wind me. Like, I would want to sit down. It makes me really sad, but those days are gone, never to return. ever. Anyways, back to the present, I wasn't super excited about it on Saturday but decided to do it anyways and about eh, round 8 I was OVER the whole situation. I felt like I couldn't catch my breath at all, I was wheezing loud enough for Helen Keller herself to hear me and my stupid polar HRM wasn't working, AGAIN. I have asthma that generally doesn't require an inhaler and by that I mean I don't use one. I let nature take its course which is why I've had this nasty cough for a while. I'm really not as stubborn as that sounds. Oh wait, yes I am. but running seems to bring out the wheezer in me. I just haaaaaate inhalers, they're so gross and I'd look like a 6th grade trumpet player with one. I'm really, really hoping this resolves itself. Soon. I'm also hoping tomorrows running and rolling session goes better than Saturdays. That being said, I still hate that damn foam roller. I can tell a tiny bit of difference on the pain scale. On scale of 1-to-actively being mauled by a bear, I'm at a solid hot knife to the knee aka a 6.8. I make up the scale, so I make up the number accordingly.
I question a lot of stuff and have a lot of questions, but you know what? There's not been one single time I've questioned if the decision to work with Darin was a good one. I met him at such a crucial time in my life. I had/have big changes to make and I swear I couldn't have found a better trainer more suited for me if I had interviewed half of North America. I mean, really. Not that I ever questioned him listening to me before, but the fact that he brought in some crossfit type stuff in to our session is kinda like a middle ground situation. I know he isn't the biggest fan of it for safety reasons, but maybe in a controlled one-on-one environment (see what I did there?) we can make it work.
My legs are tired, as is the rest of me. So with all of that heart warming crap out of my system, I'm off to take a shower.
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Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Running and Rolling.
I'm baaaaack! I didn't go anywhere. I've just been busy trying to finally finish "gone girl" (AMAZING book by the way) and you know, survive and lose weight in the process.
I've been keeping up with my running plan at least 3 times a week and it may be too soon to say this but I can kinda tell a difference. Like, I know I've only been doing this/running for about 2 weeks but the first 2 rounds of running aren't that bad. I'm not really gasping for air or wishing it was over haha. I go through this thing when I run, my interval timer says "X rounds to go" but unfortunately I figured out fairly quickly that 0 is a round, and when it says "0 rounds to go" that means you're ON your last one, not that you've already done it. Anyways, like when the timer says "5 rounds to go" and I'm getting tired, I start thinking stuff like "well. maybe you can stop at 2 rounds to go" then by the time it's 2 rounds, I tell myself I can do anything for 5 more minutes. It's a weird cycle but it's inevitable. And here's where I get sassy. I wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiish I could lie and not feel bad about it. I'm supposed to foam roll my right leg (the one that's giving me problems) after I run and I would literally rather someone punch me in the face. It's seriously painful and I've read some stuff online and Darin has said the more you do it, the less it hurts but here's the sass. I don't want to fucking do it until it doesn't hurt because when will that be? it feels like around the fifth of never. Here's an idea. How about not doing it all and avoiding that pain all together? that would be the smart thing. And I know what most of you are thinking. Well, you could but then your leg would still hurt. Yeah. Either way it hurts. Lucky me. I'm thiiiiiiis close to saying forget it. Forget trying to fix my leg and my ankle and I'll just move on with life as normal. But here's the thing. I really, really want to do the color run. I know I'm dramatic but I really do dread getting off the treadmill when I run because I know what fresh hell is waiting for me on the black mats at the Y. On a 1-10 scale, we're at a solid that fucking hurts. aka an 8. I complain and be dramatic but where will I be tomorrow around 5? running and rolling. this is my life. I whine and complain about everything but I do trust Darin's professional opinion enough to do what he says.
Also. Here's the thing. Slow really isn't part of me. I can be a lot of things. Stubborn, rude, impatient, snarky, a fast talker, straight up drama, etc. Slow is just not one of those things. I was supposed to do some squats "nice and slow" today versus my usual, I think the word would be ballistic, style...thank you crossfit for encouraging that. I really didn't mind the squats THAT much...just the whole slow part. I like to get shit done and move on.
I'm thinking tomorrow morning's hair straightening sesh may not happen due to for seeable limited shoulder mobility. Shoulder presses, slams, cleans and presses, 45 degree pulls, slams and these weird things with a resistance band and a close grip handle. Shoulders sufficiently destroyed. They feel heavy now, like I don't even want to pick up my water to drink haha. at the end of today's session, we were doing some assisted torture, uh I mean stretching, and Darin's cute as hell dog came over and basically laid down on me. Seriously. You can't think about the pulling of your muscles when you have the sweetest dog in the world looking at you all "pet me!"...well timed distraction. Seriously though. Darin hit the dog jackpot because that little fella is cute as can be and sweet as all get out. #seriouslyjealous
Also I'm like 98% sure it was "drive like a jackass" day in Asheville. I WISH I had a horn counter for today because I know for a fact I used it at least 15 times in about an hours worth of driving. So for the sake of avoiding my horn fueled wrath, here are 5 tips to keep you safe.
#1. There's a magical lever left of your steering column that has a really sweet function that lets other drivers know where you intend to turn or changes lanes. IT'S NOT AN OPTIONAL UPGRADE ON YOUR CAR. that means you better damn well use it. And let me say, when we do use it, let's also make sure we return the lever to starting position so we don't drive the next 40 minutes making people behind us think we're going to turn when in fact, we have no intention of doing so.
#2. How about we DON'T start slowing down 5 miles before our turn? really. I get that your brakes may be sketchy and it's cool to give yourself some distance but you don't need 500 feet. A friggen tractor tailor doesn't need 500 feet. So no, little Honda civic, I know you don't. You're just an idiot.
#3. If there's a sign that says "right lane closed", It means THE RIGHT LANE IS CLOSED. Nothing makes me more angry than people who like to drive to the flashing sign where you literally can't go any further and want to get over. Suck it. You could have done like the rest of us and gotten over a mile earlier and avoided this catastrophe.
#4. When the light turns green. Go. I don't know about ya'll but I've never seen a green light change shades of green. From lime green to hunter green to forest green. No. It doesn't happen SO MOVE ALONG.
#5. On that same note, yellow lights mean go faster. Not anticipate the hint of a yellow light and start slowing down 900 feet before and then give me a dirty look when you get the horn. You're lucky that's all you got, compadre.
#5b. The phrase "no cop, no stop" applies to stop signs in the middle of nowhere. If you can see there's nothing and no one around, there is no need to come to a complete stop and count to 94 before moving on. Treat it more like a yield, to be on the safe side.
Anywho. My ankle is swollen up again. I'm not sure why...it doesn't hurt so I'm not really worried about it. Some ice usually does the trick. So I'm off to find an ice pack.
later, ya'll! :)✌
I've been keeping up with my running plan at least 3 times a week and it may be too soon to say this but I can kinda tell a difference. Like, I know I've only been doing this/running for about 2 weeks but the first 2 rounds of running aren't that bad. I'm not really gasping for air or wishing it was over haha. I go through this thing when I run, my interval timer says "X rounds to go" but unfortunately I figured out fairly quickly that 0 is a round, and when it says "0 rounds to go" that means you're ON your last one, not that you've already done it. Anyways, like when the timer says "5 rounds to go" and I'm getting tired, I start thinking stuff like "well. maybe you can stop at 2 rounds to go" then by the time it's 2 rounds, I tell myself I can do anything for 5 more minutes. It's a weird cycle but it's inevitable. And here's where I get sassy. I wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiish I could lie and not feel bad about it. I'm supposed to foam roll my right leg (the one that's giving me problems) after I run and I would literally rather someone punch me in the face. It's seriously painful and I've read some stuff online and Darin has said the more you do it, the less it hurts but here's the sass. I don't want to fucking do it until it doesn't hurt because when will that be? it feels like around the fifth of never. Here's an idea. How about not doing it all and avoiding that pain all together? that would be the smart thing. And I know what most of you are thinking. Well, you could but then your leg would still hurt. Yeah. Either way it hurts. Lucky me. I'm thiiiiiiis close to saying forget it. Forget trying to fix my leg and my ankle and I'll just move on with life as normal. But here's the thing. I really, really want to do the color run. I know I'm dramatic but I really do dread getting off the treadmill when I run because I know what fresh hell is waiting for me on the black mats at the Y. On a 1-10 scale, we're at a solid that fucking hurts. aka an 8. I complain and be dramatic but where will I be tomorrow around 5? running and rolling. this is my life. I whine and complain about everything but I do trust Darin's professional opinion enough to do what he says.
Also. Here's the thing. Slow really isn't part of me. I can be a lot of things. Stubborn, rude, impatient, snarky, a fast talker, straight up drama, etc. Slow is just not one of those things. I was supposed to do some squats "nice and slow" today versus my usual, I think the word would be ballistic, style...thank you crossfit for encouraging that. I really didn't mind the squats THAT much...just the whole slow part. I like to get shit done and move on.
I'm thinking tomorrow morning's hair straightening sesh may not happen due to for seeable limited shoulder mobility. Shoulder presses, slams, cleans and presses, 45 degree pulls, slams and these weird things with a resistance band and a close grip handle. Shoulders sufficiently destroyed. They feel heavy now, like I don't even want to pick up my water to drink haha. at the end of today's session, we were doing some assisted torture, uh I mean stretching, and Darin's cute as hell dog came over and basically laid down on me. Seriously. You can't think about the pulling of your muscles when you have the sweetest dog in the world looking at you all "pet me!"...well timed distraction. Seriously though. Darin hit the dog jackpot because that little fella is cute as can be and sweet as all get out. #seriouslyjealous
Also I'm like 98% sure it was "drive like a jackass" day in Asheville. I WISH I had a horn counter for today because I know for a fact I used it at least 15 times in about an hours worth of driving. So for the sake of avoiding my horn fueled wrath, here are 5 tips to keep you safe.
#1. There's a magical lever left of your steering column that has a really sweet function that lets other drivers know where you intend to turn or changes lanes. IT'S NOT AN OPTIONAL UPGRADE ON YOUR CAR. that means you better damn well use it. And let me say, when we do use it, let's also make sure we return the lever to starting position so we don't drive the next 40 minutes making people behind us think we're going to turn when in fact, we have no intention of doing so.
#2. How about we DON'T start slowing down 5 miles before our turn? really. I get that your brakes may be sketchy and it's cool to give yourself some distance but you don't need 500 feet. A friggen tractor tailor doesn't need 500 feet. So no, little Honda civic, I know you don't. You're just an idiot.
#3. If there's a sign that says "right lane closed", It means THE RIGHT LANE IS CLOSED. Nothing makes me more angry than people who like to drive to the flashing sign where you literally can't go any further and want to get over. Suck it. You could have done like the rest of us and gotten over a mile earlier and avoided this catastrophe.
#4. When the light turns green. Go. I don't know about ya'll but I've never seen a green light change shades of green. From lime green to hunter green to forest green. No. It doesn't happen SO MOVE ALONG.
#5. On that same note, yellow lights mean go faster. Not anticipate the hint of a yellow light and start slowing down 900 feet before and then give me a dirty look when you get the horn. You're lucky that's all you got, compadre.
#5b. The phrase "no cop, no stop" applies to stop signs in the middle of nowhere. If you can see there's nothing and no one around, there is no need to come to a complete stop and count to 94 before moving on. Treat it more like a yield, to be on the safe side.
Anywho. My ankle is swollen up again. I'm not sure why...it doesn't hurt so I'm not really worried about it. Some ice usually does the trick. So I'm off to find an ice pack.
later, ya'll! :)✌
Friday, March 15, 2013
Dream big.
This week has been so. long. like, hands down the longest week of my life.
I will prologue this blog by saying this. Foam rollers are Satan's handiwork and hands down the worst way to begin and end a personal training session, or anything really. It fucking hurts, just so there is no confusion on how I feel on the situation. I have a pretty good poker face but there are 2 occasions in which I don't really care what my face looks like. On the foam roller and running on the treadmill. however, I will be an adult and concede there are benefits like I'm generally less sore/not sore as long. but god, at what cost? It feels a lot like what I imagine laying down on a hot knife to feel like. a little drama to start this post off is just what I've been missing. but really. My legs hurt something awful, but fortunately for me, Darin either forgot or we didn't have that on the menu for today. Either way, I'm not complaining (about that).
I'm gonna complain about my ankle. I know hindsight is 20/20 but I really should have gone to physical therapy. It's swollen right now, it kinda looks like I have a baseball in the side of it. And on Wednesday we did these weird things at the end and now I have a weird awareness of a muscle I haven't felt in a while in my right leg. I really could punch myself in the face for not going to PT when I was 17. Really. Now I'm worried it's never going to get better. Speaking of. My hands are really calloused and I should probably stop picking at them.
My legs hurt something awful. My hamstrings to be specific, and my arms feel super shaky as I type out this masterpiece. And by something awful I mean they really do hurt and I don't mean my baby muscles are sore. I mean it's like a deep this isn't going to get better by tomorrow kinda sore. Dead lifts, squats, Romanian deads, incline presses, bicep curls, hulks, pull downs and this weird rows that I think he made up were on the menu for today and I'm tired as hell. My PLAN for today was to be up at 5am, and be at the YWCA by 5:30 buuut sometimes I don't get out of my bed as quickly as I probably should and it was more like 5:50 when I got on the treadmill....whatever though, my favorite treadmill that has a place for your ipod/iPhone that holds it in place and has a little mini fan on it was free (actually everything was open because I was the only one in the gym) so I started with session 2 of the plan Darin wrote for me. I'm really "training" for a 5k run. What?! Is this real life? I guess so. I know what some people might think. "Whoa dream big sea biscuit!" (That's what I would say to myself) but it's kinda a big deal because I've never done anything like this before. I don't know. It's incredibly scary for me to say you know what, I'm gonna follow this plan as written and hope for the best. If it doesn't work I'm just screwed as far as race day. But if it does work then I can cross this off my bucket list. Maybe I think too much in to things. This morning I probably would have gotten started quicker but I have this weird rule/lovable quirk that I can't start on anything but an even number. Like I won't start running at the 35 second mark. It has to be a 36 or whenever the appointed time is. I have lots of weird things I do. Like if I get an app on my iPhone, I have to delete an app. I dont eat hot foods at night and I can only start running on an even number. Also I love fruit loops. I also have this really bad habit of playing around with speeds, times, inclines and such especially with the couch to 5k.....I haven't with this plan (yet) because Darin specifically said not to...here's to hoping my resolve to just do what's on the plan continues.
I feel like I've been kinda quiet lately. I'm really just tired and more keep to myself when I have a lot on my mind. I know it doesn't sound like it when I write these blogs though haha.
Anyways, I never have actual plans for the weekend. Except this weekend I'm building a roller coaster in my back yard. Just kidding. I'm picking up a few hours of overtime at work, then running and at some point this weekend I really want to try a yoga class at the yoga center in Woodfin...but I'm real nervous. Whatever though, that's really all I can think of to complain about at the moment. I would leave you all with a super inappropriate joke but well, I can't ever be sure who reads this and I don't need to get slaughtered for my mouth...we all know my snark WILL eventually be the death of me, but no need to rush the process :)
I will prologue this blog by saying this. Foam rollers are Satan's handiwork and hands down the worst way to begin and end a personal training session, or anything really. It fucking hurts, just so there is no confusion on how I feel on the situation. I have a pretty good poker face but there are 2 occasions in which I don't really care what my face looks like. On the foam roller and running on the treadmill. however, I will be an adult and concede there are benefits like I'm generally less sore/not sore as long. but god, at what cost? It feels a lot like what I imagine laying down on a hot knife to feel like. a little drama to start this post off is just what I've been missing. but really. My legs hurt something awful, but fortunately for me, Darin either forgot or we didn't have that on the menu for today. Either way, I'm not complaining (about that).
I'm gonna complain about my ankle. I know hindsight is 20/20 but I really should have gone to physical therapy. It's swollen right now, it kinda looks like I have a baseball in the side of it. And on Wednesday we did these weird things at the end and now I have a weird awareness of a muscle I haven't felt in a while in my right leg. I really could punch myself in the face for not going to PT when I was 17. Really. Now I'm worried it's never going to get better. Speaking of. My hands are really calloused and I should probably stop picking at them.
My legs hurt something awful. My hamstrings to be specific, and my arms feel super shaky as I type out this masterpiece. And by something awful I mean they really do hurt and I don't mean my baby muscles are sore. I mean it's like a deep this isn't going to get better by tomorrow kinda sore. Dead lifts, squats, Romanian deads, incline presses, bicep curls, hulks, pull downs and this weird rows that I think he made up were on the menu for today and I'm tired as hell. My PLAN for today was to be up at 5am, and be at the YWCA by 5:30 buuut sometimes I don't get out of my bed as quickly as I probably should and it was more like 5:50 when I got on the treadmill....whatever though, my favorite treadmill that has a place for your ipod/iPhone that holds it in place and has a little mini fan on it was free (actually everything was open because I was the only one in the gym) so I started with session 2 of the plan Darin wrote for me. I'm really "training" for a 5k run. What?! Is this real life? I guess so. I know what some people might think. "Whoa dream big sea biscuit!" (That's what I would say to myself) but it's kinda a big deal because I've never done anything like this before. I don't know. It's incredibly scary for me to say you know what, I'm gonna follow this plan as written and hope for the best. If it doesn't work I'm just screwed as far as race day. But if it does work then I can cross this off my bucket list. Maybe I think too much in to things. This morning I probably would have gotten started quicker but I have this weird rule/lovable quirk that I can't start on anything but an even number. Like I won't start running at the 35 second mark. It has to be a 36 or whenever the appointed time is. I have lots of weird things I do. Like if I get an app on my iPhone, I have to delete an app. I dont eat hot foods at night and I can only start running on an even number. Also I love fruit loops. I also have this really bad habit of playing around with speeds, times, inclines and such especially with the couch to 5k.....I haven't with this plan (yet) because Darin specifically said not to...here's to hoping my resolve to just do what's on the plan continues.
I feel like I've been kinda quiet lately. I'm really just tired and more keep to myself when I have a lot on my mind. I know it doesn't sound like it when I write these blogs though haha.
Anyways, I never have actual plans for the weekend. Except this weekend I'm building a roller coaster in my back yard. Just kidding. I'm picking up a few hours of overtime at work, then running and at some point this weekend I really want to try a yoga class at the yoga center in Woodfin...but I'm real nervous. Whatever though, that's really all I can think of to complain about at the moment. I would leave you all with a super inappropriate joke but well, I can't ever be sure who reads this and I don't need to get slaughtered for my mouth...we all know my snark WILL eventually be the death of me, but no need to rush the process :)
Monday, March 11, 2013
Riddle me this.
So here's the thing. According to the scale just a few minutes ago....I'm down a pound and some change. WHICH, I'm not retarded, I know weighing yourself in the evening isn't the best idea, but I get curious a few times a day. Let's not judge, but I'm hoping the same holds true tomorrow morning. My short term homework is to start eating 2 tablespoons of peanut butter twice a day, which sounded great. This morning was fine, but this afternoon I just wasn't interested. I had a rice cake before I worked out today though. I say that like rice cakes are full of nutrients and that just fixes everything. I do love rice cakes though.
Also. I'm kinda committed to this whole color run thing since now Darin is involved and I pre-registered. eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek. That's where I would insert a "wtf is wrong with me?!" face. But seriously. Riddle me this. I've never really been able to run a mile without stopping so why would I decide to try and run 3? I'm kinda not sure how this is gonna work. I'm taking comfort in the fact that it's not until mid-October. I did c25k on Saturday and Sunday but it's not really working for me. First of all, I'm really bad to experiment with the incline and speed...which I'm not super sure you're supposed to do. I'm really just using the timer. I thought I was going to meet my maker Sunday night though, and now my leg hurts which is another story and problem in and of itself and I think we all know I'm a worrier, so in my irrational mind I'm fairly sure my ankle is never going to do what it's supposed to. Long story short, I broke my ankle something awful when I was 17 and I had a walking cast that forced me to turn my foot in a weird direction to walk. Then in all my infinite 17 year old wisdom, I just didn't go to physical therapy because I can be as stubborn as a 2 headed mule and now I have reason to believe that because my foot is turned out when I walk, that's causing my leg to hurt when I "run"... yeaaaa poor teenage decisions! I'd love to talk to me as a 17 year old. I can only imagine what kind of fun I was to deal with.
Anyways, more riddles, my mind is still kinda blown that the incline press and push ups are similar movements. Since when?! Probably since forever...but now that I think about it, I don't really know how that didn't click...but let's be clear, incline presses are always superior to push ups. There were incline presses, step ups, slams, toe taps and stretching galore today.
I've also thought about taking up yoga once or twice a week. Asheville Community Yoga is actually pretty close to my house (and by that I mean not completely in Asheville) and they have beginner classes every day. I'm just not sure how beginner, beginner is...and I get nervous about going to new places. It's a thought though and I feel like it would benefit me in more ways than 1. But we'll see.
Let's talk about my shopping spree this weekend, too. Not only did I buy 2 pairs of running shorts, I got a pair of pants at old navy....straight off the shelf. Which. I won't embarrass myself by announcing what size they were, but I can't tell you (and I know it's been 8 years) the last time that I've been able to walk in a store, pick a pair of pants up and they fit. Like they're supposed to, and they actually look decent. I picked up this particular pair to see how close I was to being able to fit in another size and I didn't expect them to fit. So I was REALLY shocked when I buttoned them. I also haven't worn in a pair of shorts in about 8 years...and I just wore them to the gym so it's nothing huge but it was different. It was a weekend of progress.
I never realize how much I have going on until I sit down and write it out haha. Also I'm not sure why but it's taking me progressively longer to get ready in the mornings. Like you all needed to know that. Anyways, after all that rambling I'm going to need some dinner. So there you have it, another installment of this girl needs to stop blogging comes to a close.✌
Also. I'm kinda committed to this whole color run thing since now Darin is involved and I pre-registered. eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek. That's where I would insert a "wtf is wrong with me?!" face. But seriously. Riddle me this. I've never really been able to run a mile without stopping so why would I decide to try and run 3? I'm kinda not sure how this is gonna work. I'm taking comfort in the fact that it's not until mid-October. I did c25k on Saturday and Sunday but it's not really working for me. First of all, I'm really bad to experiment with the incline and speed...which I'm not super sure you're supposed to do. I'm really just using the timer. I thought I was going to meet my maker Sunday night though, and now my leg hurts which is another story and problem in and of itself and I think we all know I'm a worrier, so in my irrational mind I'm fairly sure my ankle is never going to do what it's supposed to. Long story short, I broke my ankle something awful when I was 17 and I had a walking cast that forced me to turn my foot in a weird direction to walk. Then in all my infinite 17 year old wisdom, I just didn't go to physical therapy because I can be as stubborn as a 2 headed mule and now I have reason to believe that because my foot is turned out when I walk, that's causing my leg to hurt when I "run"... yeaaaa poor teenage decisions! I'd love to talk to me as a 17 year old. I can only imagine what kind of fun I was to deal with.
Anyways, more riddles, my mind is still kinda blown that the incline press and push ups are similar movements. Since when?! Probably since forever...but now that I think about it, I don't really know how that didn't click...but let's be clear, incline presses are always superior to push ups. There were incline presses, step ups, slams, toe taps and stretching galore today.
I've also thought about taking up yoga once or twice a week. Asheville Community Yoga is actually pretty close to my house (and by that I mean not completely in Asheville) and they have beginner classes every day. I'm just not sure how beginner, beginner is...and I get nervous about going to new places. It's a thought though and I feel like it would benefit me in more ways than 1. But we'll see.
Let's talk about my shopping spree this weekend, too. Not only did I buy 2 pairs of running shorts, I got a pair of pants at old navy....straight off the shelf. Which. I won't embarrass myself by announcing what size they were, but I can't tell you (and I know it's been 8 years) the last time that I've been able to walk in a store, pick a pair of pants up and they fit. Like they're supposed to, and they actually look decent. I picked up this particular pair to see how close I was to being able to fit in another size and I didn't expect them to fit. So I was REALLY shocked when I buttoned them. I also haven't worn in a pair of shorts in about 8 years...and I just wore them to the gym so it's nothing huge but it was different. It was a weekend of progress.
I never realize how much I have going on until I sit down and write it out haha. Also I'm not sure why but it's taking me progressively longer to get ready in the mornings. Like you all needed to know that. Anyways, after all that rambling I'm going to need some dinner. So there you have it, another installment of this girl needs to stop blogging comes to a close.✌
Friday, March 8, 2013
Peanut butter, shorts and scales.
when we last left off, I was being a sad sally and hating life. Not a ton has changed except now I have somewhat of a plan. To get my calorie count up with minimal complaining on my end, temporarily I will be eating 2 tablespoons of peanut butter twice a day. yesss. I'm already planning on what kind I want to eat haha. I also decided that since I'm a weirdo and I honestly dont FEEL like I've changed that much, I should do something to prove to myself that I have, also while setting a new....well, I don't like the word "goal" because I'm weird, surprise, we'll go with the word idea... the color run in October, and then next year... a tough mudder. what? I don't know though. It looks, well....er...tough for lack of a better word. You can do a 10 or 12 mile, and they have all kinds of INSANE obstacles but I think it would be a good thing to shoot for. BUT, I'm going to try a 5k first before committing to the tough mudder. Speaking of trying....tomorrow I'm either going to do C25K and then "Kundalini yoga" or do a spin class in the morning. I'm not sure which. I also saw a thing on instagram that said "find joy in the journey", which I liked. Sometimes you just have to take a deep breath and suck it up. I eventually will get to where I need to be, it just may not be as fast as I'd like. But there's no sense in wasting today and not being happy until I get to where I "need" (want) to be. Who says happiness will be automatic when I do see a certain number on the scale? I refuse to waste the next year of my life wishing for the future.
Today's workout was fabulous, sans the push ups. All we do is push ups. I'm kinda not sure if I should even mention the next part but whatever. I haven't done a single squat in the past 3 sessions. HALLELUJAH. I honestly can't even tell you how happy that makes me. Well, those of you who read this work of pure genius on a regular basis, know how much I hate them. But I'm thinking this short reprieve, however short it may be, may have taken the hate scale down a few notches from a solid "fuck this" to a "I would rather slit my wrist superficially"...maybe. Today was a lot of back stuff and pull downs and some hulks. This may be off topic but I've considered taking some legit progress pictures....because I don't really have any....of any kind. Mostly because I'd rather go to the dentist than have my picture taken...but I'd also like to be able to see any changes that happen month to month...ahhhh. I suck at decisions and commitments...which. Darin suggested/encouraged me to go ahead and register for the color run. But what if I decide I don't want to do it? what If no one does it with me? I can't go to Charlotte alone. I'm just a baby. Just kidding I'm 23. But really. What if I can't run 3 miles in 7 months? what if I don't like running on a regular basis? you can't bike the color run. Toooooo much to think about. Um also right now my iPod thinks I want to get married because it's played about 5 songs about getting married and having babies. Just in case ya'll were wondering what I'm listening to right now. "Marry me" by Train is playing. Well. Not anymore thanks to the wondrous invention of the "next" button.
Also. Today was the first time in roughly 8 years that I bought a pair of shorts. 2 pairs, actually. Running shorts. One pair from old gravy(navy) and one pair from tarjay(target). I was elated that I not only fit in them, but they were functional. Like I did a squat and some high knees in the dressing room to see if they were going to be worth it annnnnnnd they were. My legs still look like the hood of a white Ford truck after a hail storm, but I'm just going to the gym, not the prom. So, I'm cool with it...for now. I haven't worn shorts in public in, like I said, about 8 years so I will most likely bring a back up pair of crops/yoga pants. Always have an out. That's my motto. That and never take your pants off in an uncomfortable situation but that's another story for another day.
Well, that's all I have for today. The scale still hasn't moved, but it will. Soon. I can feel it. Even if I have to move it myself. Out the bathroom window or with a Louisville slugger. Either way. Something will happen this weekend. stay tuned for pictures on instagram....also, if you're a loser and not following me, well, let's do something about that. @VKFreeman!
p.s. GO WATCH TWILIGHT, DARIN. seriously.
Today's workout was fabulous, sans the push ups. All we do is push ups. I'm kinda not sure if I should even mention the next part but whatever. I haven't done a single squat in the past 3 sessions. HALLELUJAH. I honestly can't even tell you how happy that makes me. Well, those of you who read this work of pure genius on a regular basis, know how much I hate them. But I'm thinking this short reprieve, however short it may be, may have taken the hate scale down a few notches from a solid "fuck this" to a "I would rather slit my wrist superficially"...maybe. Today was a lot of back stuff and pull downs and some hulks. This may be off topic but I've considered taking some legit progress pictures....because I don't really have any....of any kind. Mostly because I'd rather go to the dentist than have my picture taken...but I'd also like to be able to see any changes that happen month to month...ahhhh. I suck at decisions and commitments...which. Darin suggested/encouraged me to go ahead and register for the color run. But what if I decide I don't want to do it? what If no one does it with me? I can't go to Charlotte alone. I'm just a baby. Just kidding I'm 23. But really. What if I can't run 3 miles in 7 months? what if I don't like running on a regular basis? you can't bike the color run. Toooooo much to think about. Um also right now my iPod thinks I want to get married because it's played about 5 songs about getting married and having babies. Just in case ya'll were wondering what I'm listening to right now. "Marry me" by Train is playing. Well. Not anymore thanks to the wondrous invention of the "next" button.
Also. Today was the first time in roughly 8 years that I bought a pair of shorts. 2 pairs, actually. Running shorts. One pair from old gravy(navy) and one pair from tarjay(target). I was elated that I not only fit in them, but they were functional. Like I did a squat and some high knees in the dressing room to see if they were going to be worth it annnnnnnd they were. My legs still look like the hood of a white Ford truck after a hail storm, but I'm just going to the gym, not the prom. So, I'm cool with it...for now. I haven't worn shorts in public in, like I said, about 8 years so I will most likely bring a back up pair of crops/yoga pants. Always have an out. That's my motto. That and never take your pants off in an uncomfortable situation but that's another story for another day.
Well, that's all I have for today. The scale still hasn't moved, but it will. Soon. I can feel it. Even if I have to move it myself. Out the bathroom window or with a Louisville slugger. Either way. Something will happen this weekend. stay tuned for pictures on instagram....also, if you're a loser and not following me, well, let's do something about that. @VKFreeman!
p.s. GO WATCH TWILIGHT, DARIN. seriously.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Once upon a scale.
Weirdly enough, I've had writers block the past like week. I've sat down to blog a few times and it just hasn't worked. As I've said many times before, sometimes this sucks. Well, more than sometimes. I'm tired as all get out most days and I feel like I suck at all of this. Like there are things I like to do, some things I don't mind to do, and some things I would rather slam my head in a car door repeatedly than do (i.e. squats and push ups). Right now, at the moment I'm pretty close to just saying forget it all, I quit. Darin asked me today on a 1-10 scale how tired I was. Well, currently we're at a solid 87. For the past 9 days (including today) I've done some form of exercise for at least 45 minutes or more, and I've not been knocking back a dozen krispy kreme doughnuts and washing it down with a mountain dew for breakfast (though that does sound delicious) and yet the scale hasn't moved 1 pound in either direction. Yes. I know muscle weighs more than fat. Yes. I know that the scale isn't the be all end all. Yes. I know that how I feel is more important than a number but at this moment in time that number is directly tied into my emotional well being. I'm nothing if not honest and I know that I'm not the only person with such an unhealthy relationship with the scale. So let's all put on our shocked faces that I'm pissed that I feel like I'm doing everything right or as close to "right" as I possibly can and this formula doesn't work anymore. As of this morning, I've lost 73 pounds. Which is great, but I have more to lose and more to do and I'm ready to get this shit show that is my life going again.
I'm thinking tomorrow actually be a forced rest day as all of me won't be in working order. My legs are kiiiiiiillllllllliiiiiiiinnnnggggg meeeeeee. All of my legs and I feel like after today my upper body may follow suit. My shoulder blade muscles already feel kinda iffy. On the bright side of today I only had to do 2 sets of push ups in a little merry go round of seated rows and cleans and presses, the third go round we changed to the incline press which is kind of my jam because it doesn't involve me pushing up my elephant like physique off the smith machine. My left hip/ish/area is killing me right now. It kinda spazzed up during the hulks or what other people call cable flys. I need a new body. This one has given me enough problems. Darin gave me the option/suggested trying the foam roller, and in hindsight I probably should have. Except given the choice every single time I will turn it down. That shit is painful and it really should be considered cruel and unsual punishment. Except every single time I have felt better by the next day. insert heavy sigh here.
In other news. I think I'm gonna do the color run in Charlotte in October. That gives me 7 months to get it together and be able to run 3 miles. I'm thinking if I actually pay the registration fee now (it's only 40$ which is pretty cheap) then that should be motivation. My plan is to do couch to 5k (seriously not just on the days I feel like it) on the treadmill and then during the summer move it outside and if I'm feeling ambitious, throwing in a few hills just in case. If anyone wants to join me, it's like mid-October I think, and there are 3 different starting times though I think the latest one is at like 9 am aka really early.
well, that's all I have for now. It's apparently supposed to snow a ton in Madison County (f.m.l) so I'll be off tomorrow and probably make up for it Saturday. But right now a day off from everything doesn't sound so bad. We'll see though.
I'm thinking tomorrow actually be a forced rest day as all of me won't be in working order. My legs are kiiiiiiillllllllliiiiiiiinnnnggggg meeeeeee. All of my legs and I feel like after today my upper body may follow suit. My shoulder blade muscles already feel kinda iffy. On the bright side of today I only had to do 2 sets of push ups in a little merry go round of seated rows and cleans and presses, the third go round we changed to the incline press which is kind of my jam because it doesn't involve me pushing up my elephant like physique off the smith machine. My left hip/ish/area is killing me right now. It kinda spazzed up during the hulks or what other people call cable flys. I need a new body. This one has given me enough problems. Darin gave me the option/suggested trying the foam roller, and in hindsight I probably should have. Except given the choice every single time I will turn it down. That shit is painful and it really should be considered cruel and unsual punishment. Except every single time I have felt better by the next day. insert heavy sigh here.
In other news. I think I'm gonna do the color run in Charlotte in October. That gives me 7 months to get it together and be able to run 3 miles. I'm thinking if I actually pay the registration fee now (it's only 40$ which is pretty cheap) then that should be motivation. My plan is to do couch to 5k (seriously not just on the days I feel like it) on the treadmill and then during the summer move it outside and if I'm feeling ambitious, throwing in a few hills just in case. If anyone wants to join me, it's like mid-October I think, and there are 3 different starting times though I think the latest one is at like 9 am aka really early.
well, that's all I have for now. It's apparently supposed to snow a ton in Madison County (f.m.l) so I'll be off tomorrow and probably make up for it Saturday. But right now a day off from everything doesn't sound so bad. We'll see though.
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