Friday, February 22, 2013
I should have done the Week 2: Day 1 workout for the 5K Your Way program today. I woke up at 5:30 with a sore throat and I decided sleep was more important. I do not regret that decision.
I was elected to my church's vestry last weekend, and this weekend is the vestry retreat. We will be at a local hotel tonight & tomorrow. My intent was to ride my bike to the hotel, but I suspect those plans have been derailed as well. If the only problem was my sore throat, I'd still do the ride. (I subscribe to the "listen to your body" theory: unless I have a fever or an illness that makes me wobbly on my feet, I'll still exercise. And although I'm tired, I'm not weary or wobbly.) Nope, it looks like the weather gets the credit this time around.
There's a high-wind warning posted for this afternoon. I live in a windy place, so "high wind warnings" usually mean "get the livestock in the barn, batten down the hatches, and head for the root cellar." NOAA is predicting 25-35 mph winds with 45-55 mph gusts at the time I would be riding to the hotel. The gusts are what concern me. I've been nearly blown off the trail before during my commutes. That wind might be too much for me, especially since I'd be toting a messenger bag.
But even as I write this, I cannot help myself: Imagine those winds as a tailwind. Wheeeeeee!
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
I just completed the first week of the 5K Your Way Rookie Runner program. According to the plan, I should double my run time next week, which is highly unlikely. I imagine I'll boost the amount of time I spend running by 25%. Given that, it's going to take longer than eight weeks to get me to running a 5K.
Notice that I wrote "running." I detest jogging. I used to do it, but it's pointless. When I jog, it really just looks like I'm shuffling my feet. The range of motion is so much shorter. It's entirely unscientific, but running seems better for my body than jogging does. True, I can't run for very long, but that will change. Also, I run with minimalist shoes. I believe they encourage running, because it's easier to use a forefoot strike when running as opposed to jogging.
To me, jogging is the equivalent of using lousy form to lift higher weights, rather than perfecting one's form and slowly building up to higher weights. Of course, this is my opinion, and that renders it highly suspect.
I have to add that I am completely okay with it taking me sixteen weeks to get to running a 5K as opposed to eight. I've a strong tendency to jump in too fast, overdo it, and then having to throttle back and allow my most recent over-use injury to heal. As much as I have to talk myself into exercising sometimes, I just as frequently have to remind myself to slow down when it's time to slow down. The older I get, the longer it takes to heal. You can call this "wisdom" if you want. I prefer to think of it as "occasionally is not an idiot."
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
I weigh myself every day. I do my best not to get too excited about sudden dips or too down about sudden increases. I tend to view the number on the scale the same way a person should view a stock price: ignore ups & downs, and monitor the moving average. And that's why I weigh myself every day. If the number keeps creeping up, I will catch it much sooner.
And continually creeping up is exactly what it's doing. No mystery here: I eat too much. And yes, I log what I eat. That's how I know I'm eating too much.
I drink tons of water, I rarely drink soda, I get up from my desk at least once an hour, I try to never let myself get really hungry, so I'm doing most things right. I just love to eat.
This is probably temporary. My husband's work schedule changed, so I'm getting up a little earlier (and therefore getting less sleep). We will both adapt. And I'm taking advantage of a relatively warm winter and commuting by bike & walking at lunch. But every day I talk myself out of, and then back into, doing these activities at least a couple of times. This despite the fact I have NEVER returned from a lunch time walk and thought, "I really wish I would have stayed at my desk and checked out I Can Haz Chzbrgr."
And so, I will go out and walk at lunch. I will ride my bike home into a 15-20 mph west wind. And maybe, just maybe, I will eat less than a thousand calories at dinner.
If that's the case, perhaps the number on the scale will drop a bit tomorrow, and I will try to not cast it as a great moral victory.
Wednesday, February 06, 2013
Good ride home today. The wind was 20-25 mph earlier in the afternoon, but it died down to next to nothing by the time I left work. The bike felt light and supple - that's such an amazing feeling. I think it's the closest thing a grown-up can get to the pure joy a child feels on a bicycle.
Using the foam roller on my right ITB did not hurt. Uncomfortable, yes, but that's quite an improvement. I'm usually whimpering & doing lamaze breathing while I work out that band.
And to cap it all off, the Hubs made me pizza for dinner. What a great way to end a day!
Tuesday, February 05, 2013
I'd every intention of riding my bike home last night. I even gave myself permission to skip my lunchtime walk because I knew I was going to ride home. Silly girl.
On my last trip into the office, my rear tire blew. Not a catastrophic blow out, just enough to spew green Slime. The Slime repaired itself, and the tire seemed to be holding enough air. (It felt like it was holding about 100 PSI.)
I usually run these tires at 140 PSI. I couldn't resist adding more air. So, I shot a little CO2 into the tube and proceeded to change into my bike clothes. I was putting on my booties when the tire blew again. This time, it was catastrophic. Defeated, I put my suit back on and drove home.
I have to drive home tonight (CSA pickup day), so there was no need to fix the tire last night. But I hope to ride home tomorrow night.
This most-recent blow out spells the end of my beloved Vittoria Zaffiros. I love Vittoria tires. They're durable as all get out. And I was able to get the Zaffiros in yellow, which matches the trim on my bike and my handlebar tape. (The now-retired Style Guy would be proud.) But I cannot (make that CANNOT) get the tires off the rim. I have to have the husband do it for me. I've never struggled so much to change a tube.
For now, I'm going back to a very soft & supple pair of Hutchison tires. They will not last very long, but at least if I get a flat, I won't have to call someone for a ride home. Nothing defeats a commuter like having to ask for a ride home.
And replacing tires is still cheaper than the tanks of gasoline I'm not buying.
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