This is how I feel right now. I was all set to add a little piece to my earlier post today about how I thought I'd solved my tummy troubles. And in that moment, my tummy informed me that I was wrong.
Blah,
the CilleyGirl
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Days 31 & 32: The start of bellydance and my first bonk
Ah, Day 31. The first session of my Bellydance II class. I am feeling it. It's funny, most people (primarily annoyingly athletic people) just laugh when I say that bellydancing is a great workout. Y'all, if you don't believe me, do this: Stand up straight, shoulders back. Pull in your abs as you tuck your pelvis under (aka, tuck your butt). Slightly bend your knees so that you are about four inches down (while standing up straight with your shoulders back, abs pulled in and pelvis tucked under). Now, stay like that for five minutes.
Are your thighs dying yet? If you're really not feeling it, put your arms straight out and hold it. Or better yet, put them over your head so that your palms meet. Five minutes.
Now walk while pulling up first your right hip and then your left hip. Faster! And you better still be standing up straight keeping those arms in position with your abs pulled in and your pelvis tucked under AND your knees slightly bent. I dare you.
I've been more out of breath and sweating harder from dancing for five minutes than most times when I run. I may be slow, but I'm packing 50 extra pounds with a lot of it up top so I do breathe heavy and sweat when I run. You should see the sweat stains on my hat. It's sort of gross in a kind of awesome way. Bellydancing works your legs (particularly your quads and your calves), your bum and your abs. You also need to have decent strength in your arms and shoulders.
I did realize that all my running has strengthened my core so much until I was doing torso exercises last night. I looked like a snake sliding side to side.
On to Day 32, a running day. Forty-five minutes this morning and I ran every damn minute. I also hit my first bonk. I'm so proud.
It was cold this morning (it's still only 55 degrees heading into the afternoon) but thankfully not raining. It had been overnight and it did again this morning so it was damp. I definitely need a headband for over my ears. As usual, I did a lot of mental work to start out when my mind and body were clamoring with "let's stop and walk now." I had forgotten that my iPod was glitchy on Monday; Chip, the voice in my Nike+ that lets me now how long or far I've been running and my pace wasn't working. I had to reboot the thing over the weekend and I'm guessing that was the cause of the problem. I decided to switch to the female voice, which I don't like, in an effort to reset it so it would talk to me. She told me I was beginning my workout when I hit the button, so I thought it was working. I would be wrong.
I used to do the Galloway method of walking for X minutes then running for X minutes. But I rapidly came to hate having to check my watch all the time. A minute feels like forever when you're watching the clock. I got the Nike+ which unfortunately doesn't chirp off the minutes (I'm not ready to buy a Garmin yet) but does tell me where I'm at (time or distance) at certain intervals plus my pace. (Unfortunately it does it in kilometers when I'm doing a K distance race, but that's another gripe for another time.) I've stopped wearing a watch when I run unless there's somewhere I have to be at a certain time. I've apparently come to rely on my Nike+ for mental cues.
Worst yet, it wasn't telling me the pace I was running at. Usually you push a button and the display pops up plus Chip tells you the info. So I had to push different buttons but so that in addition to the display coming up it would skip a song or go back or change the volume or what have you. Growl, snarl, etc.
My iPod did save me when I bonked, which came at 37 minutes and some odd seconds, and even before that when I was constantly checking my time. (I bonked because I didn't eat my usual granola bar before heading to the track.) I had reloaded my iPod over the weekend and as opposed to Monday it hit on a lot of the new stuff I added. When I bonked, just a few seconds later the lady came on to tell me I had four minutes left to go. I thought "Yay! She'll count down the four minutes and congratulate me when I'm done", like it supposed to. And then the theme to Josie and the Pussycats came on. It was fabulous. The lady said I had three minutes to go, and the theme song from Ally McBeal came on. I knew I would be able to run out the time. The lady said two minutes. I was enthuastically mouthing the words to the Ally McBeal song. I calculated I would finish at exactly my starting point. That was cool. I would do this.
And then the song ended. And the lady didn't say anything. And I was still running. Y'all, bitch didn't tell me when to stop! Bitch squared! It was 19 SECONDS after 45 minutes that I stopped. Evil iPod lady!!
I showed her. I rebooted that sucker when I got home and switched it back to Chip. Chip better come through for me tomorrow, I'm telling you.
The bonk was odd. I've never hit that wall before when my mind was going great but my body went, no, we'll be stopping now. I've stopped because my brain talked me into it, and I've stopped from serious pain (when I tied my shoes too tight). Not this. It was literally like hitting a wall. Tomorrow I will be having a granola bar pre-run.
By the way, have you noticed that Clif Shot Bloks have a "cut here" at the top of the packaging? I took a pack to work today, predicting (correctly) the headache I would have after I ran. What genius thought up this packaging? Who the hell carries scissors with them on a run?
A mystery to ponder on my next run, I guess. Get ready, Chip!
Cheers,
the CilleyGirl
Are your thighs dying yet? If you're really not feeling it, put your arms straight out and hold it. Or better yet, put them over your head so that your palms meet. Five minutes.
Now walk while pulling up first your right hip and then your left hip. Faster! And you better still be standing up straight keeping those arms in position with your abs pulled in and your pelvis tucked under AND your knees slightly bent. I dare you.
I've been more out of breath and sweating harder from dancing for five minutes than most times when I run. I may be slow, but I'm packing 50 extra pounds with a lot of it up top so I do breathe heavy and sweat when I run. You should see the sweat stains on my hat. It's sort of gross in a kind of awesome way. Bellydancing works your legs (particularly your quads and your calves), your bum and your abs. You also need to have decent strength in your arms and shoulders.
I did realize that all my running has strengthened my core so much until I was doing torso exercises last night. I looked like a snake sliding side to side.
On to Day 32, a running day. Forty-five minutes this morning and I ran every damn minute. I also hit my first bonk. I'm so proud.
It was cold this morning (it's still only 55 degrees heading into the afternoon) but thankfully not raining. It had been overnight and it did again this morning so it was damp. I definitely need a headband for over my ears. As usual, I did a lot of mental work to start out when my mind and body were clamoring with "let's stop and walk now." I had forgotten that my iPod was glitchy on Monday; Chip, the voice in my Nike+ that lets me now how long or far I've been running and my pace wasn't working. I had to reboot the thing over the weekend and I'm guessing that was the cause of the problem. I decided to switch to the female voice, which I don't like, in an effort to reset it so it would talk to me. She told me I was beginning my workout when I hit the button, so I thought it was working. I would be wrong.
I used to do the Galloway method of walking for X minutes then running for X minutes. But I rapidly came to hate having to check my watch all the time. A minute feels like forever when you're watching the clock. I got the Nike+ which unfortunately doesn't chirp off the minutes (I'm not ready to buy a Garmin yet) but does tell me where I'm at (time or distance) at certain intervals plus my pace. (Unfortunately it does it in kilometers when I'm doing a K distance race, but that's another gripe for another time.) I've stopped wearing a watch when I run unless there's somewhere I have to be at a certain time. I've apparently come to rely on my Nike+ for mental cues.
Worst yet, it wasn't telling me the pace I was running at. Usually you push a button and the display pops up plus Chip tells you the info. So I had to push different buttons but so that in addition to the display coming up it would skip a song or go back or change the volume or what have you. Growl, snarl, etc.
My iPod did save me when I bonked, which came at 37 minutes and some odd seconds, and even before that when I was constantly checking my time. (I bonked because I didn't eat my usual granola bar before heading to the track.) I had reloaded my iPod over the weekend and as opposed to Monday it hit on a lot of the new stuff I added. When I bonked, just a few seconds later the lady came on to tell me I had four minutes left to go. I thought "Yay! She'll count down the four minutes and congratulate me when I'm done", like it supposed to. And then the theme to Josie and the Pussycats came on. It was fabulous. The lady said I had three minutes to go, and the theme song from Ally McBeal came on. I knew I would be able to run out the time. The lady said two minutes. I was enthuastically mouthing the words to the Ally McBeal song. I calculated I would finish at exactly my starting point. That was cool. I would do this.
And then the song ended. And the lady didn't say anything. And I was still running. Y'all, bitch didn't tell me when to stop! Bitch squared! It was 19 SECONDS after 45 minutes that I stopped. Evil iPod lady!!
I showed her. I rebooted that sucker when I got home and switched it back to Chip. Chip better come through for me tomorrow, I'm telling you.
The bonk was odd. I've never hit that wall before when my mind was going great but my body went, no, we'll be stopping now. I've stopped because my brain talked me into it, and I've stopped from serious pain (when I tied my shoes too tight). Not this. It was literally like hitting a wall. Tomorrow I will be having a granola bar pre-run.
By the way, have you noticed that Clif Shot Bloks have a "cut here" at the top of the packaging? I took a pack to work today, predicting (correctly) the headache I would have after I ran. What genius thought up this packaging? Who the hell carries scissors with them on a run?
A mystery to ponder on my next run, I guess. Get ready, Chip!
Cheers,
the CilleyGirl
Monday, September 28, 2009
Day 30: Who put the ram in the ramalamadingdong?
I don't know what it means either. But there you go.
Day 30. Redemption! My alarm went off at o'dark thirty this morning and although I couldn't remember why I was supposed to be getting up, I did get up and I ran. Around and around and around I ran. Without stopping. Yee haw! Made up for that crappy run on Saturday. I ended up running 5K, coincidentally. Kind of cool, no? New pants were awesome, new socks did the job. I think I need some ear warmer thingies though.
Now I'm sitting here thinking about how annoyingly inconvenient eating is (I've got things to do, I don't have time for all this "cooking" and "shopping" and "eating" thing) and whether I should e-mail my aforementioned evil junior high PE teacher. Who is at the same junior high.
Hmmm....
Cheers,
the CilleyGirl
Day 30. Redemption! My alarm went off at o'dark thirty this morning and although I couldn't remember why I was supposed to be getting up, I did get up and I ran. Around and around and around I ran. Without stopping. Yee haw! Made up for that crappy run on Saturday. I ended up running 5K, coincidentally. Kind of cool, no? New pants were awesome, new socks did the job. I think I need some ear warmer thingies though.
Now I'm sitting here thinking about how annoyingly inconvenient eating is (I've got things to do, I don't have time for all this "cooking" and "shopping" and "eating" thing) and whether I should e-mail my aforementioned evil junior high PE teacher. Who is at the same junior high.
Hmmm....
Cheers,
the CilleyGirl
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Days 28 & 29: Phobias suck! But I have new pants!
Day 28: I did my 60 minute run on Saturday and felt like nothing went right. First, I had a difficult time finding where I was going. On the Thomas Guide, there were no roads that actually went to the park where the trailhead was supposed to be. I ended up on all these residential grave roads. Finally found a park entrance. Then, the trail branched off right where I was getting on. Another runner stopped and didn't know which trail to take either. We both decided to go right. Wrong! It probably eventually would have merged back up with the main (paved) trail, but after ending up behind a tennis club I decided to turn around. Then I couldn't get back into my rhythm. I hate that. I finally started to find my pace when BOOM: a bridge.
See, one of the main challenges I face in being a runner (besides having major breastage, being 50 lbs or so overweight, etc.) is that I am afraid of heights. Phobic about heights. Which, if you do not have a phobia, sounds like no problem to you. To the person who has the phobia, you would be WRONG. Over about eight feet, my acrophobia kicks in. Part of the time, it is manageable. Desensitization, such as driving many times over the same bridge, helps. If I can walk right down the middle of whatever it is, that helps. If the height is on my right, that helps. If the height is expected, that helps. I could go on and on, because there are about two dozen variables that all go into whether I can shove the phobia down far enough to function or whether I will freeze. I also have vertigo, which makes me feel like I'm falling. Every see Jimmy Stewart in Vertigo? Where the ground zooms back and forth towards him? It's a lot like that. Combining a sensation of falling with a fear of falling is not fun.
On the path, there was a bridge. Maybe 15 feet tall. It's hot, it's sunny, it's wide open, I'm a little dizzy from the heat and the run. Just not a bridge I wanted to cross. I waited until no one was coming either direction, and then I ran down the middle of it, fighting down panic all the way. But I made it. Yay for me. Then a minute or two later, another bridge. This one is the same width, which was doable, but longer and with this narrow rails that formed an arch above the bridge. It's maybe 18-20 feet above the highway and it's all very open around it. The latter gives the feeling that there are no railings. At the same time, the narrow arch of the railings made it feel more like one of those suspension bridges in Indiana Jones. I couldn't step a foot on to it. I had to turn around. (And back over the other freakin' bridge, dammit.)
I still had quite a while to go on my run so I headed the other way past where I'd started. And found the official trailhead with a parking lot (I was on the side of a tiny dead-end street) and bathrooms. Realized I'd driven right past the damn thing when I was looking for the park. Oh well, next time I'll know. The rest of the run for that part of the path was fairly close to a busy road. Little too much exhaust for the weather. Overall, I think I ran less than five minutes out of the whole 60. Sometimes you just have an off day, you know?
The corpses littering the path this time were caterpillars instead of slugs. Those cute orange and black fuzzy ones. Of course, they could be voracious plant predators for all I know. They're still cute. Even when squished.
Day 29: Was a rest day. Time to put the memory of yesterday's crappy run behind me. It's also the start of Week 5. All right!! To celebrate, I did a lot of things well, like sleeping in til noon, eating much too big of a breakfast, and not showering until nearly 4 PM. So, not celebrating so much as being lazy ;) I finally got cleaned up and went off to look for some cold weather pants, since the forecast tells me it will be about 50 degrees tomorrow morning. Brrr. Reminds me, I should pull out some gloves for tomorrow.
Anyhow, I ended up with this fabulous pair of running pants from Mizuno that the running store guy steered me to. They are Mizuno Breathe Thermo Pants. He said they get warmer when they get wet. That sounded fabulous to me. Even better, they fit like my favorite tech shirt feels: snug but not clingy, kind of slidy over your body, warm but breathable. They are hanging on the treadmill drying right now. I also picked up a new Moving Comfort Maia bra, my favorite sports bra, and two pairs of socks. One is my favorite SmartWool sock (ultra light cushion micro PhD running sock in a footie length) and WrightSock cushioned DLX double layer sock. I haven't tried that one before and am concerned that double layers will bunch up. I might try those just out and about before I try them running.
I've been keeping track of my weekly mileage and here's where I am right now:
Week 1 - 12.24 miles
Week 2 - 11.62 miles
Week 3 - 14.24 miles
Week 4 - 14.47 miles
I was really hoping to get up 15.25 miles in week 4, but bad days last Sunday and this Saturday conspired against me. For Week 5, a 10% increase would put me right about at 16 miles so my goal is 15.5 miles. My long run next Saturday is for 90 minutes. I think I'll go back by the Sellwood to run that one. I should be able to do six miles on that one.
Almost forgot -- I ordered a RoadID bracelet last week and as my "thank you" I get to give a whopping one dollar coupon to all my friends. So, if you want to get your very own RoadID, leave me your e-mail in the comments and I will send you the details. It can be used for up to 20 people and is good through October 25. I won't get mine for at least another week, so I can't sing its praises or even know if they should be sung. Once I get it, I'll let you know.
Cheers,
the CilleyGirl
See, one of the main challenges I face in being a runner (besides having major breastage, being 50 lbs or so overweight, etc.) is that I am afraid of heights. Phobic about heights. Which, if you do not have a phobia, sounds like no problem to you. To the person who has the phobia, you would be WRONG. Over about eight feet, my acrophobia kicks in. Part of the time, it is manageable. Desensitization, such as driving many times over the same bridge, helps. If I can walk right down the middle of whatever it is, that helps. If the height is on my right, that helps. If the height is expected, that helps. I could go on and on, because there are about two dozen variables that all go into whether I can shove the phobia down far enough to function or whether I will freeze. I also have vertigo, which makes me feel like I'm falling. Every see Jimmy Stewart in Vertigo? Where the ground zooms back and forth towards him? It's a lot like that. Combining a sensation of falling with a fear of falling is not fun.
On the path, there was a bridge. Maybe 15 feet tall. It's hot, it's sunny, it's wide open, I'm a little dizzy from the heat and the run. Just not a bridge I wanted to cross. I waited until no one was coming either direction, and then I ran down the middle of it, fighting down panic all the way. But I made it. Yay for me. Then a minute or two later, another bridge. This one is the same width, which was doable, but longer and with this narrow rails that formed an arch above the bridge. It's maybe 18-20 feet above the highway and it's all very open around it. The latter gives the feeling that there are no railings. At the same time, the narrow arch of the railings made it feel more like one of those suspension bridges in Indiana Jones. I couldn't step a foot on to it. I had to turn around. (And back over the other freakin' bridge, dammit.)
I still had quite a while to go on my run so I headed the other way past where I'd started. And found the official trailhead with a parking lot (I was on the side of a tiny dead-end street) and bathrooms. Realized I'd driven right past the damn thing when I was looking for the park. Oh well, next time I'll know. The rest of the run for that part of the path was fairly close to a busy road. Little too much exhaust for the weather. Overall, I think I ran less than five minutes out of the whole 60. Sometimes you just have an off day, you know?
The corpses littering the path this time were caterpillars instead of slugs. Those cute orange and black fuzzy ones. Of course, they could be voracious plant predators for all I know. They're still cute. Even when squished.
Day 29: Was a rest day. Time to put the memory of yesterday's crappy run behind me. It's also the start of Week 5. All right!! To celebrate, I did a lot of things well, like sleeping in til noon, eating much too big of a breakfast, and not showering until nearly 4 PM. So, not celebrating so much as being lazy ;) I finally got cleaned up and went off to look for some cold weather pants, since the forecast tells me it will be about 50 degrees tomorrow morning. Brrr. Reminds me, I should pull out some gloves for tomorrow.
Anyhow, I ended up with this fabulous pair of running pants from Mizuno that the running store guy steered me to. They are Mizuno Breathe Thermo Pants. He said they get warmer when they get wet. That sounded fabulous to me. Even better, they fit like my favorite tech shirt feels: snug but not clingy, kind of slidy over your body, warm but breathable. They are hanging on the treadmill drying right now. I also picked up a new Moving Comfort Maia bra, my favorite sports bra, and two pairs of socks. One is my favorite SmartWool sock (ultra light cushion micro PhD running sock in a footie length) and WrightSock cushioned DLX double layer sock. I haven't tried that one before and am concerned that double layers will bunch up. I might try those just out and about before I try them running.
I've been keeping track of my weekly mileage and here's where I am right now:
Week 1 - 12.24 miles
Week 2 - 11.62 miles
Week 3 - 14.24 miles
Week 4 - 14.47 miles
I was really hoping to get up 15.25 miles in week 4, but bad days last Sunday and this Saturday conspired against me. For Week 5, a 10% increase would put me right about at 16 miles so my goal is 15.5 miles. My long run next Saturday is for 90 minutes. I think I'll go back by the Sellwood to run that one. I should be able to do six miles on that one.
Almost forgot -- I ordered a RoadID bracelet last week and as my "thank you" I get to give a whopping one dollar coupon to all my friends. So, if you want to get your very own RoadID, leave me your e-mail in the comments and I will send you the details. It can be used for up to 20 people and is good through October 25. I won't get mine for at least another week, so I can't sing its praises or even know if they should be sung. Once I get it, I'll let you know.
Cheers,
the CilleyGirl
Friday, September 25, 2009
Day 27: It's a big pants day!
But not in the usual manner. No, today is not the day where I needed to wear my big pants, it is a day where my usual pants (already in one size smaller, thanks to the torture of running) are much too big. I love that, don't you? Especially since I felt progressively more awful all day yesterday and consumed about 1,900 calories for dinner. It was very tasty; Round Table Hawaiian pizza and honey BBQ wings, the latter of which they gave me nearly twice what I ordered. The fact that I felt lousy didn't necessarily have to do with pizza and wings for dinner, it was more that I would have needed to cook at home and my head hurt too much. If I had had an entire healthy meal (I had maybe 1/3) in my fridge, ready to go, I would have had that. But I didn't. So neener.
My day yesterday started with my freezing my hipsies off in my morning run, and went downhill from there. My legs were stiff and achy and they just got more so as the day went on. My legs and particularly my feet were also swollen for some reason. Too much salt? I have no idea. But the pants I have on today felt like sausage casings yesterday, as did my shoes (I wore flip flops today even though it's a little chilly for it). A headache came on suddenly in the afternoon, flirting with migraine status fairly rapidly. My eyes were all gummy and tired from allergies. My glasses are too heavy, and when my sinuses ache the glasses are very annoying. Plus one of the earpieces is all funky and it makes a very tender spot behind my ear after a few hours. My low back went wonky and every time I went to pick something up it threatened to go out on me. I couldn't get warm, and my coworker had the heat up so high in her office the air conditioner kicked on. To top it all off, I have a freakin' spider bite on my left shoulder. It's right where the shoulder meets the arm so it is either stretched or compressed all day. And it is also right where the seam of a shirt rests (though thankfully not a bra strap; that would really suck). Oh, and I'm allergic to insect bites; if I itch them at all, they swell up horribly. Bastards.
Those wings, they were damn good. I ate them all as my CBS dog drooled. I didn't even give either of them any pizza bones.
As soon as I finished with dinner (and wiped up the dog drool) I put my legs up, which helped tremendously. I took off my glasses and watched blurry TV. I took the heavy-duty headache medicine and got a good night's sleep. I woke up feeling so much better (still with the damn spider bite though), mainly just some muscle stiffness in my legs. The day is already half way over, I'm having leftover pizza for lunch, and I am supposed to sush (we've decided "to sush" is a verb) with some friends tonight. I'm even having a good hair day.
Tomorrow is another 60 minute run. So far, the weather is supposed to be cloudy but dry and somewhat warm. I may even be looking forward to it!
Cheers,
the CilleyGirl
My day yesterday started with my freezing my hipsies off in my morning run, and went downhill from there. My legs were stiff and achy and they just got more so as the day went on. My legs and particularly my feet were also swollen for some reason. Too much salt? I have no idea. But the pants I have on today felt like sausage casings yesterday, as did my shoes (I wore flip flops today even though it's a little chilly for it). A headache came on suddenly in the afternoon, flirting with migraine status fairly rapidly. My eyes were all gummy and tired from allergies. My glasses are too heavy, and when my sinuses ache the glasses are very annoying. Plus one of the earpieces is all funky and it makes a very tender spot behind my ear after a few hours. My low back went wonky and every time I went to pick something up it threatened to go out on me. I couldn't get warm, and my coworker had the heat up so high in her office the air conditioner kicked on. To top it all off, I have a freakin' spider bite on my left shoulder. It's right where the shoulder meets the arm so it is either stretched or compressed all day. And it is also right where the seam of a shirt rests (though thankfully not a bra strap; that would really suck). Oh, and I'm allergic to insect bites; if I itch them at all, they swell up horribly. Bastards.
Those wings, they were damn good. I ate them all as my CBS dog drooled. I didn't even give either of them any pizza bones.
As soon as I finished with dinner (and wiped up the dog drool) I put my legs up, which helped tremendously. I took off my glasses and watched blurry TV. I took the heavy-duty headache medicine and got a good night's sleep. I woke up feeling so much better (still with the damn spider bite though), mainly just some muscle stiffness in my legs. The day is already half way over, I'm having leftover pizza for lunch, and I am supposed to sush (we've decided "to sush" is a verb) with some friends tonight. I'm even having a good hair day.
Tomorrow is another 60 minute run. So far, the weather is supposed to be cloudy but dry and somewhat warm. I may even be looking forward to it!
Cheers,
the CilleyGirl
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Day 26: I'd like new legs please. Bionic legs.
Almost through the end of Week 4, one-fifth of the way through the 20 week training program. Wow. I need a nap. And a massage. Or maybe a masseuse.
Hmm. Maybe I will get a massage this weekend. At the moment, that sounds fabulous.
It was butt-ass cold this morning. At 7:30 a.m. when I got back to the house, the temp read 56 degrees. 56 degrees!!! No wonder I was cold. I could not get my muscles completely warmed up, particularly at my hips. I guess I'll be shopping for some running tights soon. Maybe ones with a built-in masseuse. (there's a visual)
While I am running around and around and around los trackos, I think of all these things I want to write about. Which I promptly forget when I sit down to write the day's entry. Let's see. Cold, cold, cold. A few other crazy people on the track when I got there. More cold. I did a smidge over four miles this morning. I calculate I should have gotten in at least another quarter of a mile, but did I mention it was cold? Four miles right now isn't actually too bad. I was worrying about the upcoming increases in mileage and how I would ever get up even earlier than I am now to log those miles but now I'm certain I'll be able to do it in the same amount of time. I know I'm getting faster every time I'm out. Or maybe that's going farther? Either way, I'm usually walking less and running more. More so when my legs don't feel like meat popsicles.
Yesterday I signed up for my first 10K. It is put on by a new running group in the area. I did their inaugural run in the earlier in the year which actually was the worst race I've ever had. It was cold, I didn't have my inhaler, and I just could not get my rhythm. I'd like some redemption. Plus I like the course and I'm scheduled to run six miles on that day anyhow so it seemed perfect. They had a beautiful tech tee last time, but the women's sizes ran INCREDIBLY small. Like I could win any wet t-shirt contest I enter if I wore that thing. If I would wear it in public ever again. I ordered a size larger this time. Here's hoping, because I could really use another good tech tee.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention: I officially have 100 miles logged into my Nike+. Yay for me! I wish I could put the Nike+ Mini widget on here, but so far the code isn't supported by Blogger. Too bad, because now that I've hit 100 miles I get to pimp my Mini.
Tomorrow is a rest day, so I'm looking forward to an evening filled with new TV. My legs are rejoicing at the thought. Saturday I'll be back out at the Springwater Corridor Trail. I might take CBS dog with me. And then maybe a massage. For me, not the dog.
Stay strong, keep running (or whatever blows up your skirt),
the CilleyGirl
Hmm. Maybe I will get a massage this weekend. At the moment, that sounds fabulous.
It was butt-ass cold this morning. At 7:30 a.m. when I got back to the house, the temp read 56 degrees. 56 degrees!!! No wonder I was cold. I could not get my muscles completely warmed up, particularly at my hips. I guess I'll be shopping for some running tights soon. Maybe ones with a built-in masseuse. (there's a visual)
While I am running around and around and around los trackos, I think of all these things I want to write about. Which I promptly forget when I sit down to write the day's entry. Let's see. Cold, cold, cold. A few other crazy people on the track when I got there. More cold. I did a smidge over four miles this morning. I calculate I should have gotten in at least another quarter of a mile, but did I mention it was cold? Four miles right now isn't actually too bad. I was worrying about the upcoming increases in mileage and how I would ever get up even earlier than I am now to log those miles but now I'm certain I'll be able to do it in the same amount of time. I know I'm getting faster every time I'm out. Or maybe that's going farther? Either way, I'm usually walking less and running more. More so when my legs don't feel like meat popsicles.
Yesterday I signed up for my first 10K. It is put on by a new running group in the area. I did their inaugural run in the earlier in the year which actually was the worst race I've ever had. It was cold, I didn't have my inhaler, and I just could not get my rhythm. I'd like some redemption. Plus I like the course and I'm scheduled to run six miles on that day anyhow so it seemed perfect. They had a beautiful tech tee last time, but the women's sizes ran INCREDIBLY small. Like I could win any wet t-shirt contest I enter if I wore that thing. If I would wear it in public ever again. I ordered a size larger this time. Here's hoping, because I could really use another good tech tee.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention: I officially have 100 miles logged into my Nike+. Yay for me! I wish I could put the Nike+ Mini widget on here, but so far the code isn't supported by Blogger. Too bad, because now that I've hit 100 miles I get to pimp my Mini.
Tomorrow is a rest day, so I'm looking forward to an evening filled with new TV. My legs are rejoicing at the thought. Saturday I'll be back out at the Springwater Corridor Trail. I might take CBS dog with me. And then maybe a massage. For me, not the dog.
Stay strong, keep running (or whatever blows up your skirt),
the CilleyGirl
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
The Biggest Loser, week 2
Aww, you didn't think I'd forget, did you? Actually I did until I was looking at the guide last night. I was tired but I stayed up just for you. My three fans.
Okay, on with the show!
We open with a recap of last week's premiere. Alexandra's leaving and Julio's ass-hattedness. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
This week, if the 15 players lose a combined total of 150 lbs, no one goes home. Remember that week two is notorious for miniscule (relatively speaking) losses. Jillian and Bob are not thrilled about this development. Neither are the players.
I still really like Rudy. He's just an all-around nice guy. Meanwhile, Julio is an ass hat. Someone mentions how they take in 1,200 calories a day but are supposed to have 6,000 calories going out. Are you kidding me? Okay, I burned about 530 calories this morning for 3.79 miles. I would have to do more than ten times more than that to burn 6,000 calories. Yikes!
The contestants strategize how they will make this 150 lb goal. (ooh, there's a woodpecker outside my office window) Hey, Tracey lives! Everyone else thinks Julio is an ass hat too. Shay's milkshake is better than yours. I like Daniel too, he has a great attitude and I bet he'd be a great trainer. Since he's survived a week two last season, the players look to him for guidance. He says, don't expect much in week two. Some people may gain weight. I hope it's Julio.
Nutrition challenge. The cute Aussie chef from last season (he's hot, I can't be bothered with names) is back and he lectures about calories and stuff (hot, remember?). I'm also reading my ChiRunning book while watching. The players are quizzed on what they just learned. Hopefully they were paying more attention. If they get five out of eight questions right, they win a 15 lb advantage at weigh in. They win. Now they have to lose 135 lbs this week.
Group challenge! There are balance beams and rafts and water and odd looking life jackets. Everyone has to get out on the balance beam, and once they are all balancing then they can get onto the raft thingy. First and second rafts, they win a 5 lb advantage for each. Third raft is calls home, fourth raft is a 10 lb advantage and that happy feeling you get from working as a team. Each balance beam gets progressively more narrow. Any one falls off and the game is over for all. Everyone really wants calls home. I briefly wonder who Abby has to call. Long story short, everybody makes it. They can't wait to reach out and touch someone.
Flashes of family as they make the calls. Allen has a hot wife. Abby makes us all cry. Appropros of nothing, she reminds me of Goldie Hawn. I may have spelled some of that wrong. Danny tells of how he knew he needed to change when his little girl told him she wanted a big belly just like him. That reminds me of when I was growing up. My best friend was a big girl. I was skinny; people thought my mother never fed me (seriously). I wanted to be just like her so I ate a lot. This did not stand me well when puberty came knocking. Anyhow, back to the show. Sean's wife is pregnant and has found out they're having a girl. I hope Sean makes it to makeover week just so he can get a new haircut.
Beatings commence. Julio talking heads about how there is a rift in the house because he stayed and Alexandra left. Yeah, that and you're an ass hat. Every time he's on camera he's not doing diddly and everyone notices. Jillian wants Bob to kill Julio with workout. Bob is game.
Weigh-in. With the challenge wins, they have to lose a total of 115 lbs. Shay is with me in hoping that Julio gets a bad number. I'm hoping he gains weight. Rudy has a mole under his left moob that I hope he's had checked out because it doesn't look good. Except for the pink team, everyone pulls decent numbers for the second week. Even Julio unfortunately; he loses 19 lbs and blathers on about how he does all of his workouts secretly and that's why everyone thinks he's not doing anything. Whatever, ass hat. The contestants meet their 115 lb goal, and in fact lose a total of 155 lbs. No one is going home this week. Oh well. They've got Julio in their sights now.
Cheers,
the CilleyGirl
P.S. I've noticed I seem to get a lot of hits whenever I mention dog pee, so here you go: DOG PEE.
Okay, on with the show!
We open with a recap of last week's premiere. Alexandra's leaving and Julio's ass-hattedness. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
This week, if the 15 players lose a combined total of 150 lbs, no one goes home. Remember that week two is notorious for miniscule (relatively speaking) losses. Jillian and Bob are not thrilled about this development. Neither are the players.
I still really like Rudy. He's just an all-around nice guy. Meanwhile, Julio is an ass hat. Someone mentions how they take in 1,200 calories a day but are supposed to have 6,000 calories going out. Are you kidding me? Okay, I burned about 530 calories this morning for 3.79 miles. I would have to do more than ten times more than that to burn 6,000 calories. Yikes!
The contestants strategize how they will make this 150 lb goal. (ooh, there's a woodpecker outside my office window) Hey, Tracey lives! Everyone else thinks Julio is an ass hat too. Shay's milkshake is better than yours. I like Daniel too, he has a great attitude and I bet he'd be a great trainer. Since he's survived a week two last season, the players look to him for guidance. He says, don't expect much in week two. Some people may gain weight. I hope it's Julio.
Nutrition challenge. The cute Aussie chef from last season (he's hot, I can't be bothered with names) is back and he lectures about calories and stuff (hot, remember?). I'm also reading my ChiRunning book while watching. The players are quizzed on what they just learned. Hopefully they were paying more attention. If they get five out of eight questions right, they win a 15 lb advantage at weigh in. They win. Now they have to lose 135 lbs this week.
Group challenge! There are balance beams and rafts and water and odd looking life jackets. Everyone has to get out on the balance beam, and once they are all balancing then they can get onto the raft thingy. First and second rafts, they win a 5 lb advantage for each. Third raft is calls home, fourth raft is a 10 lb advantage and that happy feeling you get from working as a team. Each balance beam gets progressively more narrow. Any one falls off and the game is over for all. Everyone really wants calls home. I briefly wonder who Abby has to call. Long story short, everybody makes it. They can't wait to reach out and touch someone.
Flashes of family as they make the calls. Allen has a hot wife. Abby makes us all cry. Appropros of nothing, she reminds me of Goldie Hawn. I may have spelled some of that wrong. Danny tells of how he knew he needed to change when his little girl told him she wanted a big belly just like him. That reminds me of when I was growing up. My best friend was a big girl. I was skinny; people thought my mother never fed me (seriously). I wanted to be just like her so I ate a lot. This did not stand me well when puberty came knocking. Anyhow, back to the show. Sean's wife is pregnant and has found out they're having a girl. I hope Sean makes it to makeover week just so he can get a new haircut.
Beatings commence. Julio talking heads about how there is a rift in the house because he stayed and Alexandra left. Yeah, that and you're an ass hat. Every time he's on camera he's not doing diddly and everyone notices. Jillian wants Bob to kill Julio with workout. Bob is game.
Weigh-in. With the challenge wins, they have to lose a total of 115 lbs. Shay is with me in hoping that Julio gets a bad number. I'm hoping he gains weight. Rudy has a mole under his left moob that I hope he's had checked out because it doesn't look good. Except for the pink team, everyone pulls decent numbers for the second week. Even Julio unfortunately; he loses 19 lbs and blathers on about how he does all of his workouts secretly and that's why everyone thinks he's not doing anything. Whatever, ass hat. The contestants meet their 115 lb goal, and in fact lose a total of 155 lbs. No one is going home this week. Oh well. They've got Julio in their sights now.
Cheers,
the CilleyGirl
P.S. I've noticed I seem to get a lot of hits whenever I mention dog pee, so here you go: DOG PEE.
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