Monday, October 1, 2012

Running in the Rain

Although I am still a slacker blogger, I am still here and I am still working.  Except last week.  Last week was a bad workout week.  So I knew I was in desperate need of a good run.

The rain was coming in.  I knew that much, but I also had a Facebook message from Coach Dan telling us that if it was race day, we would show up so we shouldn't let a little rain scare us.  I messaged him back that I would be there.

At 5 am, I woke up to a dark house.  The electricity had gone out although there was no rain yet.  I drove across town as it started to drizzle.  We had definitely run in worse.  Kelly suggested running later, but I was already there and she was on her way, and our group member Paula was waiting for us too.  We took off, modifying our course so that we could make it back more quickly if we needed to.  

The run was good, and mainly the rain stayed at bay.  It was just kind of damp and the lightning was far off in the distance.   I felt really good, and I was determined to make the most of the time we had.

It wasn't long, around mile three, that the lightning was suddenly very close.  We made a u-turn to head back to the beginning.  And then it started to rain harder.  By the time we got back to the parking lot of the professional building, it was really raining.  There was a steady stream of water dripping from my visor.  But this feeling came over me, and I felt great!

I felt strong.  I felt brave.  That rain was my saboteur.  It was coming down on me like every negative thought that weighs on me every day, but I was running through it.  I was not going to stop.  I know it doesn't matter if the rain wants to defeat me, because I will not be defeated.

The last mile was our fastest.  And I hope to carry that feeling with me for a while and call upon it when I have a bad run day.

Because even if I have a bad run day, I'm still a winner.  

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Cool Runnings

It was not a good exercise week.  Sunday we were out of town enjoying the day with my daughter and her boyfriend and my sister's family in Austin.  We had a great day, but that means no Zumba.  Monday was a holiday which we spent with our dear friends which means no 30 in 30 (or circuit training as it's now called.)

Tuesday, I went to kickboxing.  With Stephanie.  I don't really like her classes, but if I want kickboxing, this is my option.  So I went.

I was disappointed that we didn't have the bags to kick and punch, but I'll give it a couple of wees before I say anything.  We started out, and she was a little better than normal.  She actually gave a little instruction and gave us clues as to what was coming up next.  It wasn't too bad.  We started with punches and then moved on to some combinations.  Things were going well and then all of a sudden out of nowhere she says, "This is as basic as it gets, people.  I can't make it any easier than this."  And I was all 'what the hell?'  No one was complaining. No one said anything, and I didn't see anyone pooping out or giving up, so I have no idea why she felt the need to say something like that.  She is hard core.  I know that, but I thought the comment was unnecessary.  She went on to say that this wasn't advanced kickboxing and if she made it too hard people would complain.   I don't know what difference that makes because I know people complain about her all the time, but it doesn't seem to matter.  She still has a million classes.

Anyway.  She added in planks and sit ups at the end, and she was quite encouraging, telling us to get back up if we dropped down during the plank.  She picked on someone and told us that she would only pick on us if she knew us.  It will remain to be seen if we ever have this type of relationship.  I still just don't understand her.

Saturday, I ran.  Kelly was out of town, but we have new members to our group, so I still had Paula and Lisa to run with.  Paula is more my speed, but I've never actually run with Lisa because she is faster.  I wasn't sure what to expect, but I was up and out the door at 5:30 to find out. 

The entire group was starting at the same time.  We were all to run  for 90 minutes so we would return back at the same time regardless of what our pace was.  That was a kind of neat idea.  The three of us took off last.  It was humid and there was no breeze.  None!  It was a good run at a decent pace, and we just got to know each other a little bit.  After 45 minutes, we turned around to head back; and it wasn't until that that we had a breeze.  It was nice! 

We all did make it back around the same time, just in time for core work. (yuck!)  I actually would have rather ran another couple of miles than do core work, but that's probably the problem and reason why I still struggle with planks. 

We have a cool front coming in.  This morning, it was 80 degrees and we had our front door open for a little while this morning.  This week, it's supposed to be 65 in the mornings, and it would be perfect to get out and run in the nice cool weather.   Cool runs.  That's what I miss. 

I hope to get some in this week.

Sunday, September 2, 2012

100 Minutes of Relief

Well, almost 100 minutes.

The first week of school is over.  While my little one and my oldest had a great first week of 3rd grade and 4th year of college, the administrative side of public school was nuts. It was a very stressful week.  Combine that with not enough sleep and not enough exercise, it made for a very irritable me.   I could feel knots in my upper back, and my head hurt.  I just wanted to lay on the couch and close my eyes.

To be honest, all I wanted was to relax and have my husband make me a drink, but I was supposed to get up in the morning for our group run.  We were scheduled to run for 100 minutes starting at 6 am.  And I didn't want to run.  I called Kelly to make sure she was going to be there, and she was; but she was as excited about it as I was.  Somehow, we decided to go ahead and run tonight instead.

She got to my house at 7:30, and it was still very hot.  Hot and muggy.  As I walked outside to meet her, and almost immediately, I started spewing the stress of the week.  I was in such a bad mood, and as I was talking, I knew at that point that this run is exactly what I needed.  I needed this girl time with Kelly on a long run.

As we took off, I kept talking.  Running and talking and with every step I was getting more and more sweaty.  And it was if every drop of sweat was releasing tension and the toxic attitude was dissipating.  Then it was Kelly's turn.  We spent the first hour releasing all the negative from the week.

When we got back to my house, we were at 90 minutes; and we went ahead and stopped.  It was a great run, and it was exactly what I needed.

I don't know why it still surprises me that when exercise is the last thing I want to do, I feel the best after I do it anyway.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012


The rec center has come out with its new fall schedule.  30 in 30 is now called Circuit Training, Friday night Zumba is gone, and they added the kickboxing class that I was hoping for.  Although when I put in my request, I said "Kickboxing without Stephanie" and the class they offered is taught by Stephanie. 

Oh well.  Gotta take what you can get.

So for the last week, I went to my 30 in 30 class; but Julie the torturer wasn't there.  Instead it was Jason, and I worried what was ahead.  Turns out I had reason to worry because one of our stations was frog jumps.  He demonstrated and he really did resemble frog with tremendous leaps that seemed effortless.  I knew this would not be the case for me.

I took that station first since it was the one I was dreading the most.  Jason liked that.  So I got into position.  He hollered "Go!" and I jumped.  Well, I did what was my equivalent to a jump.  I swear I can't jump to save my life.  One time Julie had us jumping up and down on a step for one of the stations, and I almost ate it on my first jump.  I ended up having to step up and down instead.  So here I am trying to frog jump across the floor.  Jason could make it across the room in 4 jumps.  I took me 10.  Or maybe 11.  I didn't get any better at them in the four circuits that we did, but I did get faster I think.   I never did fall, but with the other stations, my legs felt like jello.  So did my arms for that matter, which really makes me wonder why I'm not as sore as usual today.  Not that that's a bad thing, but it does make me go "hmmmm...."

Tonight I'm meeting Kelly and Shana to run over that damn Bailey bridge.  I think I'm only going to run 2 miles because my IT band is acting up.  That's not good.  A visit to the chiropractor might be in order, but then I'll have to tell him that I've been frog jumping.  

I wonder what he'll say about that.  I wonder if I'll ever be able to jump.  I'm not sure if it's physical or mental.  If it's mental, I just have to keep telling myself, "Be the frog!  Be the frog!  Be the frog!"

Saturday, August 25, 2012

If You're Sexy and You Know It...

...go to Zumba!!

I do love Zumba; and I was looking around the room last Friday, I could tell a lot of other girls do too!

Sometimes at a class, you hit a groove, and you just really feel good.  You can kind of let yourself go and have a lot of fun.  I was having this kind of night, imagining myself shrinking with every shake of my hip.  It was about half way through class that I started noticing everyone else. 

The classes are always very diverse.  There women (and the occasional man) of all shapes and sizes, different levels of fitness, and some more attractive than others.

In this class, however, we were all fit, and sexy as hell!

There was one girl; I don't know her.  She's in the larger category, like me.  She's nothing spectacular to look at (also like me).  But I watched her for a moment in the middle of class.  She never stopped smiling.  She shook her hips and moved her body like she was in a night club.  Then I noticed another woman .  She was older, and she couldn't find a beat to save her life.  But she never stopped trying, and she never stopped moving.  She was having a blast; you could tell by looking at her.  Everyone in there was smiling.

I've been very discouraged lately about my lack of weight loss.  But I felt a kinship on this night with these women that I don't even really know.  We are women.  And we are beautiful.  And we are sexy.

And we know it.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Evil Planks

Although I told myself I would get back on track from my tri-less depression, Sunday gave way to school clothes shopping; and I missed Zumba.

But Monday, I was ready to go. 

Sort of.

I woke up a little bit late.  But I stuck with my plan, and just altered it.  I had planned on getting up to do circuit training before swimming. So I just had to shorten both.  I ran through my circuit only once and then went to the pool for some laps.  Bascially, I only had 20 minutes of each, but it was better than nothing.

The weird part was I kept thinking about sharks.  I know there's no sharks in the rec center pool, but I couldn't shake this irrational fear.  Of sharks.  I don't know what that's all about, but I know it was ridiculous.  Maybe it was because the pool was so empty and I was in the lane closest to the diving well.  Who knows. 

Later that evening I was ready for the 30 in 30 class.  Although I don't always know what the class holds, I always know it's going to be a good workout. 

Today, Julie had 5 stations for us.  One of them was planks where we were warned not to put our knees down.  We had 30 seconds at each station with 10 second transitions.  I started with the planks because I hate them so, and I wanted to start it off strong and get it out of the way, and I chose the plank of my hands rather than my elbows.  Turns out that our 30 second bell had a 10 second warning.  So when the bell dinged, several things happened at once.  I dropped my knees.  Julie yelled "10 seconds!" and I looked up and  saw her giving me the exasperated evil eye with the head tilt.  I realized my mistake and said, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" and got back into position. 

Nice recovery.

After round 2, we had a 30 second water break.  Things were going great until the third round.  Julie put weights on my back as I held my plank.  That was tough.  My arms were shaking and I saw the first drop of sweat hit the mat.  But I held it.

Next round.  She was there again with the weights.  And I struggled.  But I held it.

By now, I'm beet red; and the 30 second water break went all too fast. 

Round 5.  She asks, "Are you ready?"  I told her, "My next blog post is going to be called 'Julie is the Devil!'

She laughed.  "Okay!  Just don't put it on the class review!" she said.

Then she added more weight.  I had thought that I would do the next round on my elbows because my arms were feeling the effects of the previous planks and the other exercises.  But as I was in position with the weight pressing down on me, I didn't think I was going to be able to hold it.  I could feel my middle coming closer to the mat, and I hollered out, "I fallling!"  I grunted my way through the last few seconds, and I collapsed when I heard the bell.

On to the next stations trying to forget that I had one more plank to do.  I dreaded it.  I didn't want to do it, but what was the alternative? 

I got into position, again on my elbows.  The bell went off, and Julie put the weights on my back.  It was much heavier this time.  So heavy.  I started to grunt.  Where was the 10 second bell?  I screamed, "Where's the bell!???" and it finally went off.  I had 10 more seconds to go.  I heard Julie say, "You can do it for 10 more seconds!" and I started screaming.  Screaming to push past the will to stop, fighting against every fiber of my being that wanted just to lay down.  It was the longest 10 seconds ever.

Finally the buzzer went off and I dropped.  I felt the weights come off my back, and she said to go take it out on the ropes which was the next exercise.  I left that mat in tears.  Luckily no one could see them because my face was so red and sweaty, but they were there. They were there because it was hard.  They were there because I wanted to quit.  And they were there because I didn't. 

I found out later that the first set of weights was 10 pounds, the second was 17.5, and that last one was 25.   25 extra pounds! 

No one mentioned my screaming.  Probably because they understood it.  At least that's what I'll tell myself.  You have to scream at evil.  It makes it go away.

More Bridge Running

Saturday, August 4

I got kind of down this week about not being able to do the tri.  I let it affect me, and I slept in most days instead of getting up and going to the gym.  As I lay in bed on Thursday, I heard the voice say, "You get one more day.  That's it." 

I debated on going to Zumba on Friday, but I wanted to be fresh for my run on Saturday. 

As I got to the school where we were meeting, the full marathon groups were already running.  I parked and got closer to the track, andI could see my fellow road runners getting ready to run; and I met some of our new group members.  Kelly and I will not be alone anymore.  We have four new peeps in our group.  We are not Group 6 anymore either; we are Half Group A.  This morning though, we were a total of four, and we took off together.

The run was good.  My Garmin was dead, but Kelly's wasn't.  For the first half mile we stayed together, but then the other two pulled ahead of us.  I know Kelly could have kept up with them, too; but she stuck with me like she always does.  And it's not that I couldn't hang; I just know how to pace myself.  I knew that if I had to run for 80 minutes back and forth over that bridge, that I had to hold back in order to maintain.  With the pace we were assigned and then accounting for the heat like Coach always tells us to, I think we were right on target. 

Sure enough, we ended up catching up with them at the mile marker at mile 2.  So again, we took off together, and then they were ahead of us again.  But by the time we were at the next mile marker, we were passing them up.   We had 15 minutes left, so we made our way back to the school, and yet others were going back toward the bridge for another pass.  They have such awesome paces, they could do that and make it back by 7 for core exercises.

The core work was good.  I am getting better at holding planks, just not the side planks.  I hate them all.  But the other exercises aren't all that bad.  I'm going to have my little one do them with me in the evenings.  Maybe we can get stronger together. 

Monday, July 30, 2012

Bad Tri News

Most of the time, when there's something I want to accomplish, it's only me that gets in my way.  My negative thoughts, my arguments with myself, etc.  This time, it's life getting in my way.

I will not be able to do the Tri Girl Sprint Triathlon.

Between my iPhone falling into the water, our lawmower dying, and numerous other factors, I cannot sign up for the tri.  I am ready.  At least I think I am; the open water is the only real issue.  It still scares me, and it is still a fear I will face.  Just not in two weeks.

There are other triathlons, and I'll keep searching for one.  But races are expensive, and if I can only afford to do one race before the year is up, it is going to be the Warrior Dash.

I am not giving up.  I've trained too hard to give up on it.  It's only postponed.  I am not happy about it, but it is what it is; and I have to keep moving forward. 

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Running for the Hills

Today was supposed to be the first official run with the group.  We were to run 4 miles back and forth over the Bailey road bridge.

I love that bridge.


Unfortunately and fortunately, my husband had to work this Saturday.  Yea, because extra work pay is awesome, boo because I would miss my run.  Luckily, the awesome Kelly decided to skip the Saturday run so she could run with me on Friday.

We agreed to meet at the rec center, because if we didn't it would be way to easy to justify not running the hills.  As we took off, we were trying to remember the directions from last year.  Things are a little different this year, but as I was telling Kelly, I had been running more at this time last year than I am now.  Going back to last year's start schedule was probably a good idea. 

As we took off over the hill the first time, we got cat-called by some yahoo driving by.  We took it and started singing something like "Sexy and I Know It" and kept going.  Mile 2 and bridge pass 2 was a little harder.  I think it's a longer distance on the incline making it a little more difficult.  Not to mention it is so freaking hot; you could feel the heat radiating off of the sidewalk.  The second pass was not fun.  Finally we made it the top and finished up mile two.

As much fun as we were having and as great as the converation was, all I could think heading for pass number 3 was "I don't want to do this anymore."  And I said it out loud.  Kelly just laughed and we kept going.  Literally, as we were at the top of the bridge I looked off the side and a train passed at that exact moment.  It scared the crap out of me!  I must have been so lost in the thought of getting to the top that I didn't hear it coming.  Talk about timing.  Geez!

On the way down, we were met by another cat call.  Kelly was all, "I know!  We're hot!"  And I said, "Ya!  In more ways than one!"  And we laughed more. 

I have never not wanted to do a 4th mile than this last hill.  On the way up the hill, we got another cat call preceeded by a honk.  Again, it scared me!  At this point it is dark, and I really don't think these people realize how scary it can be running on this bridge at night.  Otherwise, you wouldn't honk!  We decided that we needed one more cat call that way there would be one for each mile.  As we were getting closer to the rec center, we knew we weren't going to get it. I told Kelly to flash the next oncoming car, but she said no.  I can't imagine what the big deal was.  Geez!

It was a tough 4 miles, but it was a good 4 miles.  I was sorry we wouldn't be running with the group, but I really enjoyed it anyway. 

The only bad thing is I felt that pain in the side of the back of my knee, and if I'm remembering correctly this is an IT band issue, which is not good.  After I log off here, I'm going to look it up and see what I can do to work on it before it's a problem. 

I can't have anything stop me from running the hills.

My iPhone

There are consquences for not exercising. 

My week started with an out-of-town trip for a conference.   It was only for a couple of days, but I purposely chose not to take my work-out clothes or my shoes.  I figured I would take the break and just relax while I could.


Monday after the conference, I was going to go take a quick dip into the pool (instead of running on the treadmill) and then go read by the creek for a while.  So what happens?  I dropped my phone into the pool.  It was completely submerged and drowning.  I got it out as quickly as I could and dried it off, but it started buzzing and wouldn't stop.  You could see water behind the screen and nothing I did was helping.

I quickly went back up to my hotel room to get dressed so I could go to Wal-Mart to get a bag of rice.  Because that's what you hear.  Stick it in a bag of rice. 

Now, 5 days later, it is dried out, but I can't get it started.  I can hook it up and go through the restore process, but then it immediately says I have to restore it again.  I think it's a gonner.  And it makes me really sad.  Because if I would have exercised instead of trying to relax by the pool, I wouldn't have dropped my cell phone into the water.

Consequences.  I am suffering them.

Thursday was Spin class, which was good, but I think I could have pushed a little harder.  It just gets kind of boring doing the same thing.  I have to push myself and just remember to be glad that I have a cycling class I can go to.  If I would have thought about it, I should have gotten some swimming in as well, because YET AGAIN the natatorium is closing for another swim meet.  Until Tuesday!!

And I still have no iPhone.

Monday, July 23, 2012

Long Course Sunday

Finally, FINALLY, I was able to get to take advantage of one of the long course Sundays at the natatorium.  Once a month, they set up the competition pool in 50 meter lanes.  I was afraid that once I got there, the lanes would be full because everyone waits on this one Sunday a month.  Fortunately, there were two lanes open; but the lanes that were open were marked as "Fast Lane Only."

Oh well.

I wasn't about to miss it just because the only lanes that were open were fast lanes.  It just goes to show you that most people are probably slow and they should have more slow lanes.  There were two fast lanes open, so I thought I would take the second one which was one lane away from the ladder, that way if another swimmer came, they could have the lane closest to the edge and they wouldn't have to go under any ropes.  I turned my back to climb down the ladder, and when I turned around, there was a woman sitting in my lane.  She wasn't there one second, and she was there the next.  I thought she was rather sneaky.  But it didn't matter, because I was all too happy to take the edge lane.  It was very wide and I would have plenty of room.  It reminded me of that episode of Seinfeld where Kramer painted lines on the freeway to make the lanes wider and Elaine was all, "Wide lanes!  It's so luxurious!"

So I set off for my swim thinking of Seinfeld and taking breaths every five strokes.  Once I finished the first 100 meters, I realized I was not going to be able to keep this up, so I changed my breathing to taking a breath every 3 strokes.  That made a big difference, but it's also very thought consuming; and I had to give up thoughts of Seinfeld or anything else for that matter.  If my mind strayed, I would end up missing a breath and twice I got water in my nose.  That was fun. 

It was much easier keeping count of laps with the 50 meters.  I always seem to lose count when I'm swimming in 25 yard increments, but maybe it's also because I am taking breaths every 5 strokes and my mind can wander a little more. 

I was happy to find that I could swim the distance with ease.  I swam 1000 meters before getting out, but I could have kept going.  I was out of time though because I had to leave town for a conference.  I felt great getting out, but I found once I got to the table to put on my shoes and get my keys, I felt a little shaky.  I'm not sure what that was all about, but I'm hoping it's because I hadn't eaten lunch.  That won't be the case the day of the tri.  I even spoke to a woman who makes herself a sandwhich for after her swim and before the bike.  I thought that was intersting.  But feeling shaky, I'm thinking I should have something at my station, just in case.

I left town at 3:30, which should have put me at my hotel by 9:30.  Instead, I decided to take long-course Sunday to a whole new level by taking a wrong turn.  By the time I realized it, I was at least 40 miles off course, and I had to back track.   I added about an hour and a half to my trip.  Awesome.

Next time I won't take long-course so literally.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Magic Mile Sans Magic

I just mentioned hat the mean girls are staying away, but I am fighting them off tonight.  Today, we had our magic mile.  The best magic mile time I've had was 12:18, and I haven't been able to reach that again since.  Today my magic mile time was 13:15; a whole minute slower than my best.

It's a time I can be proud of, but at the same time, I am dissappointed in myself.  I think I should have done better.  I think I could have pushed a little more. 

But even some of our best runners didn't beat their best time.  Even some of the ones who have been working nonstop and doing the speedwork didn't improve on their time, so maybe it was just something in the air.

After everyone finished their mile, we had a group meeting to discuss core exercises.  Coach Ric called me out to tell my story.  He was hoping that I could encourage some of  the new runners and let them know that they can start where ever they are.  New to running, slow at running, whatever the case may be, it is possible.  It was pretty cool, and I was honored that he chose me.  The group gave me nice applause when I was finished and I got some high fives on the way back to my mat. 

You know what?  Mean girls are gone.  I think I just needed a recap of the morning.

It may have been a not-so-magic-mile, but there is something magical about the Pearland Area Road Runners.  I am a lucky girl.


I realize that I have not been posting, but I have been exercising.  I am loving the summer because I have the mornings.  I don't have to wake anyone up and them ready, so I am up and out the door hopefully by 5:15 so I can get to the gym. 

So Monday and Wednesday, I swim.  Tuesday and Thursday, I spin.  And then there's always time in the evening for other workouts.  There's the dreaded 30 in 30 class and Zumba, and I've even made it to Lydia's strength toning a couple of times.  And I got a run in here and there.

I did oversleep a couple of mornings and then I had to miss because of birthdays and then there was the time I was just too tired and sore; but overall, I've been doing pretty well averaging 2-3 hours a day 4 days a week.  And then Zumba on Sundays.

My bike got a flat, so I finally got a new tube for it.  I took it for a spin with my little one and our little neighbor girl.  I didn't change into "appropriate clothes; I just wore my flip flops and went without my helmet.  We went around the neighborhood and finally saw those bunnies.  We rode around for at least an hour and it was so much fun.  So I figured it out. 

I hate the helmet. 

I knew I hated the helmet, but now I know I really hate the helmet.  It really diminishes the little enjoyment I have while on the bike.  But it's a necessary and required evil, so I'll have to get used to it. 

Spin class has been okay.  The week of the 4th, we had a sub and it was awesome.  It was a real Spin class.  When Jason got back the following week, I guess he had heard that we were ranting and raving about how awesome the week without him was, so he said he was going to step it up a notch.  And he did, but it still wasn't quite the same. 

The following Thursday while we were warming up, someone brought up the closures at the natatorium.  A discussion followed which could have taken forever, so I shouted out, "Okay then!  Let's get to work!"  Jason looked at me and said, "What?"  I was all, "We're 20 minutes in!  Let's go!"  And then I felt bad because I wasn't trying to tell him how to run the class, it's just that complaints can go on forever.  I just didn't want to sit there and cycle for another 20 minutes which can happen if he were to get tangled up in a discussion about something that he has no control over. 

Jason said he was just warming up the legs, and we would be working really hard for the next 30 minutes.  And he did.  It still wasn't quite up to par with a real spin class, but it was better.  He didn't give us as much recovery time and we were out of our seats more.  It was good.  Hopefully, he'll keep building on this, but judging from the last few classes, it seems like we are in a routine.

Most workouts have been really good.  I can feel more definition in my arms, and I think it's probably from swimming, but I'm sure the 30 in 30 and strength toning is helping too.  So although I have not been MIA from my exercising, something else has.  The mean girl voices are staying at bay.  I haven't heard much from them lately, and I can't say that I miss them.  With this being said, I was at the pool with my little one; and I was watching her jump off the diving board.  I noticed this woman swimming in one of the lanes, and she was moving very slowly.  I watched her and I happily thought, "I am so not that slow!"  I swear she was like molasses moving through the water.  Now, I wasn't dogging her; she was graceful and she had a nice rhythm going.  But since I am used to being the weakest link or the slowest in the group, I was happy to see that someone could possibly be slower. 

So I timed her.  I realize that I am potentially stalking her at this point, but I watched the clock from the time she left the wall, and I timed her.

And when she swam 25 yards, she was swimming at my exact pace.

And it hit me.  I am molasses in the water.

Whatever.  I read that swimming 425 yards in 12 minutes is "good" for my age group, so I'm sticking with that.

Next up is the magic mile with my fellow Road Runners.  Yuck.  But like the helmet, it is a necessary evil.  So I'll make do.

Friday, July 20, 2012

Road Runners Unite

July 14, 2012

It's official.  Marathon training has started again.  The Pearland Area Road Runners had our kick-off meeing this Saturday.  There was no official run scheduled, so Kelly and I ran to the park to get there.  It was muggy out since it had been raining all week, but the rain was good enough to stay away so we could get there without being wet.  Rather, we got there without being wet because of the rain.  Sweat was another story.  After the meeting we ran back to my house for a good two mile run.  It's a start.

It was great seeing everyone again, and there were lots of new faces.  Coach Ric gave us a run down of what was to come, and he even called out me and Kelly for being inspirational.  It was really nice.  He even mentioned us again and told everyone that I hadn't even done a 5K when I joined and how many of us were out there when I did my first half.  It warmed my heart. 

So I have to admit, last year it was all new and exciting and I looked forward to getting up most of those Saturdays and going for a run and reaching a new record.  Right now, all I'm thinking about is all those early Saturday mornings and basically losing your Friday night because you have to get up for your run in the morning.  It seems like it will be more of a committment this season, but it's one that I will make.  I know how good it feels now.

Coach Dan will be coaching us halfers.  It's 5 months til the Run Girl half. 

Let the games begin.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Open Waters!

Early July

It has been such a long time since my last post.  I blame the holiday.  I did slack off of the exercise that week as well.  We went out of town with Tiffany and her family for a couple of days and enjoyed swimming in the Colorado river and relaxing with friends. 

Yes.  Swimming in the Colorado river!  This was huge, although truly it was more just treading water and not much swimming.  I have been afraid of natural waters for quite some time now, so it was a big deal as I got in.  It was freaky.  It smelled, and every once in a while you would feel this cold pocket of water going by your legs.  It gave me a slight panicky feeling. I stayed in although I did not put my face in the water at all and I mostly stayed right by the pier.  But I did it. 

The next day, Tiffany's father took us in a ski boat to let the kids go knee boarding and tubing.  It was quite fun to watch and even my little one gave it a try. 

After being in the boat watching for about an hour or so, I took a deep breath and decided to give it a try myself. 

Drew, Tiffany's son is quite the pro at this.  He was my coach.  He is telling me, "Get up on your knees!"  And I though, "OK!"

This is my trying to get up on my knees!
Ya!  Ain't gonna happen.
So instead of knee boarding, I belly boarded instead.  It was fun and I think I made it at least a mile before I let go.  But the awesome thing is, I let go in the middle of the river and I had to wait for the boat to come back and pick me up.  My face never did make it under the water, but I still think these two things combined are monumental as far as overcoming fears. 

I can't say that I got to the point where I was comfortable in the water, because the thought of river monsters is always in the back of my mind.

But maybe, just maybe, I will be able to make it though the swim portion of the tri.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Angry Birds

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Today was the YMCA Freedom Tri.  It takes place in the park right by my house, so Kelly and I set out to see what it's all about.  Actually Kelly already knows, but she's such a good friend, she was up at the crack of dawn to humor me. 

We had to walk to the park, since all of the road are blocked off.  We took the trail and considered ourselves lucky to make it there without being carried off by the mosquitoes.  As we approached the pool, I could see the splashes of the athletes.  There were people lined up all around the pool and people were entering every 10 seconds.  Some lanes were crowded and others seemed like there were larger gaps between swimmers.  We saw quite a few people bunched up and some passing others.  We saw a few collisions, and we saw a couple of people walking a bit for a portion of their swim.  It's scary, but not as scary as I pictured in my head.  But of course all of this is far from a lake swim.  Even though there were crowds in parts, it was controlled and not everyone was starting at the same time.  I think in a lake situation there would be larger crowds. 

We watched for a while then walked over to the transition area.  Again, not as scary as I thought.  Not crowded, just people going in as they exited the swim.   Some were rushing, others were moving at a quick pace, and some looked like they were more relaxed. 

I guess there's a rule that you can't get on your bike until you cross the time sensor thingy.  I saw a couple of people getting yelled at for that, so I guess I need to remember that.  It wouldn't be good for my fragile ego for some tri volunteer angry bird type to be yelling at me to get off my bike like I'm a newbie who doesn't know what the hell she's doing.  The good part about this though is that I got to see how people are starting at all different times.  In my head there was a huge crowd of bikes and it scared me to think of having to ride so close to other people, but this is far from the reality.  It's very sporadic, and there is lots of room between athletes.  I'm sure I'll still be passed, but the fear of being in a constant state of being passed is diminished a little. 

It was about this time it started to rain, so we made our way back to the pavilion where the athletes would finish.  It was raining so hard you could feel the drops on the opposite side of where the rain was coming down.  Then it started with the lightning and, I found out later, hail!  Nothing like biking and running in hail!  At least the swim portion was over with.

We hung out there for a bit until the rain subsided a bit, then we started the journey back to my house.  We had to go around the long way because part of the tri running course was the trail behind my house that we used to get to the park.  As we're walking you could feel little droplets of rain, and I thought we should call my husband to pick us up.  Then we saw more runners coming toward the park, and I thought 'how wimpy are we?'  We didn't want to walk home with little drops of moisture while these guys were already out riding 12 miles and running a 5K in it. 

So we sucked it up, and we walked home in the rain.  After all, we are Hard-Core Warrior Princesses!  Or at least we will be again soon. 

As we got closer to my house, Kelly saw a hawk with something in it's mouth.  It was pretty freaky and it landed in a tree at my neighbors house.  Then we heard all this squawking.  What was a meal for a bird and his family turned into a fight for whatever rodent was in his claws.  And then more bird sounds and more squawking.  It was a version of angry birds right over our heads, so we made our way inside before the demolition of fortresses began.

I'm really glad that I went.  I am still nervous about the tri, but at least some of my fears are put to rest.  The rest of the fears are ones that I will just have to conquer, even if it is on race day. 

BTW, this walk that I tried to get out of, is the only exercise I got in on this Sunday.  =(

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Last Swim Class

Thursday, June 28, 2012

I did not feel well today.  I have never heard of the ozone affecting throats, but apparently this is the case.  I thought I was getting sick; thank goodness I'm not.  Once I read up on it, it seems that the ozone levels can create problems for those with asthma.  I only have a problem with asmtha once every couple of years, so I guess this is it. 

It's just draining me, and I had no energy.  So again, I did not go to exercise this morning.  Then I fell asleep on the couch in the afternoon waking up only about an hour before my last swim class.  Talk about frustrating, I didn't want to miss it, but I really didn't feel like going either. 

But go I did, and I took my little one with me since Kelly was taking her kiddos along.  I ususally do not let her swim without me in the water with her, but Kelly's son was going and would keep an eye on them.  Since it's like a million degrees outside, letting her swim with them is a better option than keeping her indoors where she'd most likely only be watching tv. 

As I got into the very cold pool, I was so not happy.  And then I remembered that we were going to do our 12-minute swim today. 


Class hadn't started so I went ahead and got started on my warm up.  Turns out we only had a 100 yard warm up, so I was ready to go; although I was skeptical about the 12-minute swim.  I still felt like poo. 

But we started, and I was lucky enough to have my own lane.  It went well.  I started feeling much better and I just tried to stay steady and even while remembering everything I've learned this past month.  Our instructor (who's name is actually Mikey, not Tim) was there encouraging us while counting our laps.  Kelly was on the other side of the bulkhead so I couldn't see her, but maybe that wasn't a bad thing.  This was my swim.  I focused on keeping my heart rate down and just kept swimming.

When it was all said and done, I had swam 400 yards in the 12 minutes.  I had honestly thought I would be able to swim more, that I would have improved much more than 75 yards, but that's ok.  The 325 was so awful and scattered.  There were lots of breaks and no consistency.  This 400 was steady.  It felt good, and I wasn't depleted when it was over.  Plus, my lung capacity is a little dimished and I didn't feel my best, so 400 yards was great.  Kelly also improved 75 yards, finishing with 500 yards for her 12 minutes. 

After a 200 yard cool down, we started our drills.  I found myself not even needing the whole break before I was ready to take off again.

The rest of the class went like this:
6X25 drills
50 spring
100 drills
6X25 drills
100 drills
50 backstroke
200 cooldown

That brought my daily total to 1500 yards.  That's .85 of a mile!  And I wasn't wiped out!  Next step is to come to one of the long-course Sundays at the rec center.  This is where they set up the pool with the 50 meter lanes rather than the 25 yards.  It's time to see how I do without coming to a wall quite so often. 

Of course all of this is not swimming in a lake, (shudder) but it is progress.

After class was over, our kiddos wanted to jump off the diving board.  I watched as they jumped, and I was glad I brought her.  I'm going to hate going back to work next week.  It's been fun hanging out with her all week.

Half Week Wrap Up

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

I've been off this week, and I have loved it.  Monday and Tuesday, while my soon-to-be-third-grader goes to art camp, I took off to the rec center for morning Zumba classes.  I don't get to partake in these very often, so it was a lot of fun getting a mid-morning work out in.  It's perfect.  Her camp is 2 hours, and the classes are right in the middle of it.

Monday night, I went to the 30 in 30 class.  I was actually early this time, and there was one lady there waiting.  I asked her if she was waiting for the 30 in 30 class, and then I added, "or shoud I say 30 in Hell?" 

She just looked at me. 

I don't remember what she said, but I don't think she appreciated my sense of humor and only said something about it being a good workout.  Well duh!  Obviously it's a good workout otherwise I wouldn't equate it to hell and still be there!  Class started pretty quickly after that and there were only four of us in class.  Julie had us being out a mat and grab some weights.  After all my joking about hell and everything, I think she took it pretty easy on us.  Although I am sore.  It's two days later and I am still sore in my hamstrings.  It wasn't really like hell until she had us do burpees.  Those are truly torture, and I hate them.  I managed five in the length of time she gave us, which wasn't long.  But I don't think five is a good number, and I'll have to aspire to do more.

After that, I stayed for Zumba;  but I forgot my shoes.  Again.  So I only stayed for 45 minutes of it.  I left my running shoes on for the first 25 minutes.  Then I felt my knee kind of hurting so I took them off.  Another 15 minutes into class, and I almost fell.  I figured it was time to hang it up.  After all, I had already worked out for over two hours so it's not like the day was a lost cause. 

Tuesday morning was the same with a better Zumba workout, because it was Renae; and she is just so darn funny.  I haven't been making it to Saturday Zumba much because of the tri training, and now marathon training starts in July.  So I'm glad I got to indulge in her class.  And she encourages free style, so Tangila and I totally took advantage of that. 

After my little one's camp, we were supposed to go bowling, but since our friends were holding out until Thursday, we went swimming instead.  This was fun for me since she loves swimming in the diving end when it's open.  While she jumped, dived, and swam around, I treated water for the half hour.  It's not much, but it is exercise. 

Tuesday's swim class, as promised, we had our new instructor.  He had us do a 300 yard warm up, and I was actually pretty excited that I actually completed all 300 along with every one else.  Usually, I don't quite get 300 in before it's time to move on to something else.  After our warm up, he moved us to the activity pool which is at it's deepest 4.5 feet.  He roped off a section of the pool for us, and then he had us swim freestyle as he watched us.  It was really bizzare having the ground so close to me while swimming since all of our classes have taken place in the competition pool in at least 7' deep water. 

Kelly and I had the same issue with our stroke in that we needed to put our arms back in the water sooner to finish our stroke in the water.  Hard to explain, but we practiced that a few times as he watched us all.  Then he suggested the odd breathing as Meagan had because we need to learn to breath on both sides.  He also said we, especially Kelly, needed to use our legs more.  The reason he really called Kelly out more is because I was trying to remember everything else, I forgot that I was not really using my legs and I was kicking more than normal.  Then he called me out for not cupping my hands.  This was frustrating because that is one of the things I tell myself since the first day of class, but now that I was counting my breathing, concentrating on putting my arms back in the water, and kicking properly, I totally forgot to cup my hands. 

He demonstrated breast stroke again.  He had us swim with our heads above water and told us why we need to know that (so we can see where we are going in an open water swim and not get 100 yards off course as he has seen.)  He also told us that we should not do it often since it is extrememly energy taxing.  He told us about survival swimming, which is basically floating on your back until you calm down, work out your cramp, catch your breath, or whatever other emergency may come your way.  I know about the cramping especially since that has happened a few times to me in class. 

It was an awesome class.  We have him one more time on Thursday and then the class is over, which makes me sad.  He is awesome, and I can only imagine how much we could learn if we had more time. 

After class, Kelly and I went back to the competition pool for our optional assignment from Meagan.  It consisted of 100 yard elementary backstroke, 100 yards of breaststroke, 100 yards of something I couldn't remember so I just did freestyle and then 100 yards of cool-down freestyle. 

I think our total yardage for today was around 80 yards, maybe a little less.  It's hard to gauge with the small pool training.  Tomorrow morning I will not be exercising.  I am taking the morning off to have coffee with my friend, Dianne. 

And I will not feel guilty about it.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Friday Night Fever

Friday, June 22, 2012

The rec center is hosting a swim competition this weekend, which means the natatorium is closed.  Which is fine because I wouldn't have been able to go swimming early this morning anyway.  Not that I wanted to since I had basically just finished a swim class, but later in the day I found myself wanting to swim a few laps.  Weird.

In the evening was Zumba.  I've been to this class at least once before, and I wonder how successful a Friday night Zumba class will be.  Evidentlly, there are several of us who have no lives.  Luckily one of these is my friend Tangila.  Zumba takes place in the 2 adjoining activity rooms.  Usually Tangila stays to the far side whereas I stay pretty much in the second row in the center so I can see what the heck is going on with the instructor.  Today Tangila joined me on my side, and I think it made the class so much more fun.  I felt like I used to when I went to class. 

So I think the solution is to be with a friend.  If I'm on the other side of the room and can't see what's going on, there's always the option of breaking out into free style. 

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Spin and Swim

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Spin and Swim.  This will be my Tuesday/Thursday ritual for the rest of the month.  

It's taking some getting used to waking up at 5 am for early-morning workouts.  And by the time it's second nature, school will be back in session and they will be taken away from me once again.

I slowly got out of bed and made my way to the rec center for Spin class. I was dismayed that we were out of peanut butter, which is what I eat before early morning workouts; just a teaspoon, but we didn't even have that.  Luckily, I had a Luna bar, so I took a few bites of that on the way.

I decided that I will just be happy to have a class to go to and not concentrate on what he does and doesn't do or what music he plays.  As class really got started, I thought I would push myself with his instructions and really give it my all rather than doing the minimum with the tension.  When he said to add it, I did, more than I usually do.  I added it until I could barely keep the minimum of our rpms that he suggested.  It was tougher.  Then about half way through class, he had us come up out of our seats.  I was surprised and happy, because I had already come up a couple of times just to give my booty a rest.  That was the only time he did it, but I found it promising.  

I kept my end of the bargain with the tension, and I think I should have been doing that all along, rather than pacing myself for what may come.  Because I could have handled it, but I used the excuse that I was pacing myself as a cover for the fact that it's really about me hating adding tension.  And I'm only cheating myself.

After class, I thanked him for getting us up out of our saddles a little bit.  He admitted that it is brutal to be in the seat the whole time (which is what I suspected when he got up and walked around.)  He is easing us into it since it takes some getting used to, but in the weeks to come, he will be adding more challenging things and changing things up a bit.  


I was nervous about swim class because she said we'd be working on speed.  I really want to work on technique and not really worry about my speed, and I was going to talk to her about that.  

Turns out this is our last night with Meagan.  For the last week of class a guy named Tim will be taking over.  I think I'm going to like Tim.  According to Meagan, he over teaches.  For me, just starting out, I think over teaching will be a good thing.  

She had us do drills.  Different types of swimming followed by regular laps at different speeds.  When I was confused about something she was talking about (like a zipper stroke) Tim was all too ready to explain it to me.  Some of these things don't make sense to me.  Like the zipper thing.  I don't see how this is supposed to be beneficial since you are moving your arms against the water.  Turns out I was doing it wrong, and before I could ask questions, we were moving on to the next thing.  

Most of the laps were good.  I think the freestyle is going to be my strongest, since that is what we do the most of.   At one point, we had to swim 50 yards in a minute and a half.  You got to rest for what was left of your 90 seconds before taking off for the next 50.  This wasn't as bad as I thought as I had about 15 to 25 seconds of rest between sets.  I was worried about it, and I told her so.  I mentioned my ideas of technique vs. speed, and she explained herself.  There is a method to her madness.  She does watch me, but she is not seeing anything to critique me on.  That is good news, but I wonder if she is not watching me enough.  But that may be the critic in me.  All the drills and speed are meant to build endurance.  Even the speed work is meant to build stamina and confidence that will be needed in the tri.  Tim will be working with us next week on different strokes, and she told him that I would want to work on technique.

I think it's going to be a good week.  Kelly and I thanked her.  I know I learned a lot from her, and she's always at the natatorium, so she is there if I need her.

When all was said and done, I had swam 900 yards, and Kelly had swam 950.  Another half mile down.  Then I thought about it a different way.  I had swam the Half Ironman distance this week.  Granted I didn't do it in the 1 hour 15 minute time limit, but the distance is good enough for me.  Three weeks ago, I would have never thought I would swim half a mile in a single day; so this is a milestone to feel good about.

I'll take it.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

1000 Yards!

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Last night was one of those nights.  My youngest didn't feel well, and she couldn't lay down without getting sick.  I propped her up on the pillows on the couch, so basically she was sleeping sitting up.  Which means that I was sleeping sitting up.  At least until midnight which is when I carried her to bed hoping that the worst was over. 

Thankfully it was, but as 5 am rolled around, I was exhausted.  I managed to get myself up without too much arguing, but I was still late for Spin class.  However, Jason was helping a new girl, so they were only flat-roading.  I wasn't missing anything but a long warm up.  I am grateful to have a class again, but I wish it was more varied.  We did the same kind of stuff, adding tension, slowing pace, adding tension, maintaining pace, etc, etc, etc.  I kept wishing he would have us do some jumps or something, and I had to stand up on my own just to get out of my seat for a minute.  

I noticed he always gets up in the middle of class to walk around for a second.  He also stands up himself for a bit.  So why doesn't he consider that the rest of us need to get off our butts, too?  

When it was all said and done, I had logged in 14 miles.  That's not as much as usual, but I was late.  At least I burned enough calories to negate my breakfast.

Later was swim class.  I got to the rec center a little bit early because I wanted to check out this Zumba instructor that no one seems to like.  Everyone tells me I would recognize her because she used to be in class with us, but I didn't know her.  I saw Lydia waiting for her class to start, and I wished that I could just go to her class instead.  

Maybe I'm just a runner.  I do like going out for my runs, but I do not feel that way about cycling.  I don't even really like Spin, I just think it's a good workout and calorie burn.  And now that I'm adding swimming, I can't say that I am loving it; although I will consider that I just need to give it more time.

As I slumped over to the natatorium, I really didn't want to be there.  Especially since Kelly had texted me that she wasn't coming.  She wasn't feeling well.  I chose an empty lane and decided to swim a couple of laps before class started.  I swam 200 yards figuring I would swim the rest of my warm up with everyone else.  Sure enough, they all swam their 300 yard warm up while I swam another 150.

As I waited for our next set of instructions, she told me we would be doing a pyramid workout.  She had it all written down and it was something like this:

300 yards (slow/medium/fast)
200 yards (medium/fast)
100 yards (fast)
200 yards (medium/slow)
300 yards (slow/medium)
200 yards (cool down)

I just looked at her.

And I continued to look at her.

Finally I said, I'm just going to do what I can since I am a beginner.  
She said, "I keep forgetting that!" 
Then she wrote out a modified version of the pyramid just for me in which she basicallly halved everything.  As she was doing this, she told me how much she has seen me improve since day one.  She's noticed that I don't rest as often and my form is better.  For being a beginner, I was doing very well.  It was encouraging to hear her say this.  I told her my average 25 yard lap was 35 seconds, and she seemed pleased with that.  I also told her that I didn't think I had a "fast" pace for this workout, but she said any amount of difference was good and I should just push a little bit more on those laps.  

Okay.  I could try that.

I ignored what my classmates were doing and i just took off for my own swim.  I learned a lot on this swim.  I realized that I am getting better at this whole breathing thing.  I can now make it almost 50 yards before I start to feel winded. I also realized that if I use my legs too much, I can't quite make it the 50 yards without gasping by the end of it.  She had told me to break every 50, so this worked pretty well for me.  

When it came to doing my fast laps, I waited for the timer so I could pace myself.  My regular laps were still averaging 35 seconds, and I seriously doubted that I could do better than that and still make it back; but I was willing to give it a try.  I could push myself for 75 yards, and I could always slow down or rest more if I needed to.

So I pushed off.  I used my shoulders and arms as much as I could and barely moved my legs.  I tried to hurry.  When I got to the other side, the clock indicated 30 seconds!  I had shaved 5 seconds off my time.  So I took a second, and I tried it again.  This time the clock read 28 seconds!  7 seconds difference!  I was happy with that, and I told my teacher when she asked how I was doing.  She gave me a high five, and I found it kind of funny that this young girl's approval was making me so happy.  Toward the end of my workout, I used the paddle board for 50 yards.  I just had to catch my breath, and it gave me an excuse to practice my kicks.

I did my cool down, a 150 yard swim and another 50 yards using the kickboard again.  She wrote down on my paper that I had swam 800 yards including my warm up.  800 yards!  That didn't include the warm up I had done before everyone got there, so that brought my grand total up to 1000 yards!  

1000 yards equates to .56 miles!  No wonder why I was so tired!  After I realized this was my distance for the day, I didn't feel too bad about using the kickboard for 100 of those yards.  Maybe next time, I won't have to.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Monday without the Blues

Monday, June 18, 2012

There's nothing like waking up at 5 am to have an argument with yourself.  I know I need to get more swimming in, so I planned on going to the natatorium before work to get in a good half hour or so of swimming.  

But when I woke up, staying in bed and sleeping a little longer sounded like a better idea. The truth is I was intimidated.  I didn't want to go and swim with all those early-morning swimmers - the ones that know what they're doing - the ones that swim so effortlessly and glide through the water with ease.  I didn't want to worry about sharing a lane with a total stranger.  And most of all, I didn't want to get out there and possibly not do well and then feel bad about it the rest of the day.  

I didn't want to go.  I heard my voices telling me to get my a** out of bed.  They were telling me that I was going to have to get over these issues sooner or later and the tri is coming sooner rather than later.  Begrudgingly, I got out of bed and got ready to go.  

That's the short version, by the way.

Luckily, Monday morning must be the morning those swimmer stay in bed themselves, because it wasn't crowded at all.  As a matter of fact, there was only one guy in a medium speed lane.  I had two slow lanes all to myself, although I only used one.  ;)

I just did freestyle swim trying to concentrate on my breathing and my legs.  It's really so much to remember, but it's getting better.  I even tried to time myself, and it seems like my pace is about 35 seconds per 25 yards.  I don't know if that's good or not, but that's what it is.  It's good for me.  I did have to rest quite a bit, but as long as I could keep going, I was happy.  I lost count of my laps, but I think I swam about 450 yards.  The guy that was in the medium lane was going pretty fast, so I was going to check out what he was doing with his legs.  I waited for him to get to the side of the pool I was on, and then I went underwater.  At that point, he decided to do the breast stroke, so what he was doing with his legs was of no use to me.  And maybe that was lesson in not stalking swim moves of fellow swimmers.  

All in all, the morning was a success.  But then as evening came, it was time for something equally, if not more, vigorous.

It was time for 30 in 30.  This class is intense.  There were no stations today, just one exercise after another. Punches and jumps and planks.  OH MY! There was no break in between exercises.  I was literally dripping sweat within minutes.  DRIPPING!  I found myself wondering if I could hang for an entire hour.   I think the hardest thing was the plank push up things.  I don't really remember how to do them now because it's like post traumatic stress and my brain is blocking the memory of them, but the soreness in my arms and abs is a reminder that something did take place.

Next up was Zumba, which frankly was like one big cool down after that 30 in 30 class.  There were a couple of new songs, which is always (not) fun.  It makes me want to break out in free style dance since it's impossible to keep up with the new moves when it seems like the instructor doesn't know them either.  So that's what I did.  Just for a few moments, but my friend Tangila joined me.  After that I have to admit that I half-assed the rest of the class, but I just couldn't get into it.  Luckily, there was only 15 minutes of class left.  

All in all, I think it was a successful workout day.  I logged all my stuff into My Fitness Pal, and it said I would weigh like 20 pounds less in 5 weeks, but I know that My Fitness Pal lies, so I won't hold my breath.

At least not until it's time for me to swim again.

Good Mornings

Saturday, June 16, 2012

It's almost exactly a month until I start meeting with the Pearland Area Road Runners again, so when Kelly and I decided on a 3-mile run, I didn't worry about it too much.  We'll be logging in the miles soon enough.

The Texas weather is here, and I blame it completely for our time.  We were slow.  But it is still a good training run, and getting out there is still better than staying on the couch.    It was not a very eventful run, but it was a very enjoyable one.  I'm beginning to think the bunny family that lives on the corner has moved.  I have not seen any bunnies in a month.  But even though there was a lack of bunnies, there was not a lack of cyclists including a large group. I mentioned to Kelly that I'd seen them before.  They had passed me up a couple of weeks ago, just like every one else I see when I'm out.  Whether I'm running or cycling, and now even swimming, someone is always passing me up.

But I'm not beating myself up over it.  Because I had a great time running, even though our pace was not so hot.  We made it back in time for me to go to Zumba, so I did.  I left as is after changing my shoes.  I got to class and my face was still red and my shirt was still drenched in sweat.  So I was all bring on the music, because I was already warmed up.  

It was a good workout morning.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Skipping Class

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Life kind of got in the way this week.  And I have to admit I got in my own way this week.   Monday evening, my daughter was home for a couple of days, so I missed a workout.  Which would have been okay because I have spin and swim class on Tuesday; but then I stayed up too late watching the Spring Show video with her, and I didn't wake up for spin (which my friend Tammy has so lovingly called me out with her comment to this blog.)  I was all set for swim class, but then my Dad wanted to take us out to dinner, so I opted for that instead.  Then of course, Wednesdays are out because it's too busy.

From what I understand, I think I am glad I had to miss swim class.  She had them do these 50 yard sprints in which they had 1.5 minutes to complete.  If you finished before the 1.5 minutes, you got to rest before doing the next one.  They did this for way longer than I would have been able to hang, and I'm afraid this would have shattered my already-fragile confidence.

Since Tammy did call me out for not showing up to Spin class for two classes in a row, I knew I couldn't miss again.  I kind of thought that since I missed a couple of classes, Jason would be a little bit tougher.  But I think his style of class is just generally a little easier.  He likes to have us maintain 90 rpm's at different tension levels.   Then he'll have us maintain 90 with low tension, then we add more tension at slower speeds for short time periods and then speed back up again, etc, etc, etc.  It's kind of boring. Lots of sweat, but kind of boring.  To make it worse, he engages in conversation.  This is good and bad.  It's good because he talks to us about important stuff like nutrition, we get to know him, and it makes it personal.  It's bad because he gets too involved in off topics, and he loses control of the class.  If he's talking about random stuff, he's not instructing us.  And if we are all able to have random conversations then the workout must not be challenging enough, and we're not concentrating on what we're doing.  There has to be a balance. I hope we find one.  

Which brings us to Thursday night.  I tried to get to the rec center a little bit early to get a couple of laps in, but I only made it early enough for a couple of laps before my fellow classmates were showing up.  I'm beginning to think my swim teacher really doesn't know what she's doing.  I mean, I think she's a great swim teacher, but she has never done a triathlon before.  She has guarded several, but she has never participated in one.  And her teaching is very scattered, and it seems like we should be concentrating on technique.  Apparently, the guy in our class brought this up Tuesday, so I didn't have to. It makes it better that someone that actually knows what he's doing would say such things and it's not just me talking out of my behind.  Because most of the time I don't really know if I know what I'm talking about.  

My friend Tammy is a great swimmer, and she told me I should be proud of the 325 yards in 12 minutes.  That's actually a pretty good place to be with no training, so I was trying to hang on to her comments as I started swimming.  

We did a few different drills.  One of which I was rolling my eyes because it looked ridiculous.  Luckily the pros in the class did it first because she changed it when she realized what she had instructed us wrong.  But basically, we were kind of on our side swimming with one arm up in position like you are about to put it back in the water.  You swim on that side until you need a breath and then you switch.  I doubt that makes any sense, but it is important, because something clicked in these 100 yards of this kind of swimming.  Breathing was a little easier, and I didn't feel so winded.  I enjoyed those 100 yards.  

Time ran out pretty quickly after that but even the freestyle cool down we did at the end seemed a little better.  I still have so much to learn.  The thought of swimming in Lake Houston still scares the crap out of me, but scared is okay.  Scared is better than terrified.  I'm sure the pendulum will swing back to terrified before the tri comes, but today was what I needed to get a little of that gumption back.  And hopefully one day the pendulum will only swing between nervousness and confidence. We'll see.  

Of course, I still have to think about biking after the swim.  

Ok...  Back to terrified!!