Friday, February 28, 2014
First thing: no nose plugs. I could see the benefit immediately. It's easier to get your breathing down if you can exhale through your nose. The down side: Wow, it's weird when you're not used to it. Kathy, the swim coach, pointed out that I stopped "sniffing" about half way through the lesson. But man, did my sinuses hurt afterwards. They're really clean now, though.
Kathy was very complimentary. She said it's clear that I can swim: what I couldn't do it breathe. I'm glad to hear that. What it tells me is that if I keep working on this one, basic thing, I'm good to go. Kathy said that once I get comfortable with the breathing and that part of it becomes automatic, I'm going to get very good very fast. She said my form looks pretty good for someone who's never taken a swim lesson.
Kathy told me she doesn't think I need to buy a package of lessons. (I can pay for them one at a time, or I can buy a package of 6, 12, or 18 and save some money.) She recommended I get back in touch with her if I need more assistance, but she thinks I can get the basics down on my own.
She also said I'm "a natural athlete." No one has ever told me that before. I don't care if it was just good customer service, I'm keeping that close to my heart. I'm going to believe her. I am a natural athlete!
Okay, enough with the love fest: I ended feeling a little nauseous because of the amount of water I swallowed via my nose. And I felt really hungry, despite the fact I didn't work that hard. I stopped at Taco Bell (my one fast-food indulgence) and bought a fresco bean burrito with guacamole. 400 calories, and worth every one of those calories. And I'm proud of myself for only buying one. My head hurts a little bit from the chlorine in the water that made its way through my sinuses.
I'm not sure when I'll be able to get in the pool next. I'm looking forward to it!
Monday, February 24, 2014
I made the switch to Vibram Five Fingers shoes a little over year ago. One the most frequent questions I get is, "Aren't your feet cold?" The answer is often, "Yes, but it doesn't bother me anymore." A few people have rejected the idea of the shoes outright because of the cold. The people I know better, whom I know are willing to listen to me talk about why the cold doesn't bother me anymore, get the rest of the story.
I do not like cold feet. I have CPT - Congenital Popsicle Toes. I was born with cold feet. In the winter, the heat vents in my car are almost always pointed at my feet. I can live with cold air on the rest of my body, but my feet want warmth.
The VFF can be worn with socks, and when it's below 40°F, I'll wear the socks. Because water goes right through the shoes, I don't wear them when the ground is wet. (The socks are not enough to keep my toes warm when the shoes get wet.)
The bigger deal is that I came to a place of comfort with the cold. I don't enjoy it, but I learned it won't harm me in most circumstances. In most cases, it is merely uncomfortable. Discomfort is not pain. I am not so frail that mere discomfort will keep me in the house, away from the elements.
There are limits to this, but in most cases, I just get out there and do my workout. Today, I ran while it was windy and hailing. Yes, my hands were cold. My face was pretty cold, too. But I was in no danger of frostbite, and I was only outside for about a half-hour.
If the cold causes me pain, it is no longer a mere discomfort. When it is extremely cold, I stay within several blocks of the house or my office so that I can get back to warmth and safety quickly. I'm not nuts. I frequently find that while I am quite cold, it doesn't bother me.
I know this doesn't work for everyone. I do not have a neurological condition that makes working out in the cold impossible or even unwise. I am careful to keep parts that need to stay warm warm: I wear compression shorts if I'm running in cold weather, and I always have some sort of wind barrier on while riding in cold weather. I know how dangerous hypothermia is, and I have no intention of risking getting it. But for me, it works.
Now if I could convince my hot-house-flower of a husband that cold won't kill him...
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
I ate too much today - almost 2400 calories. Garmin thinks I burned 500 on my ride home. It's possible - it was a brutal ride.
There's a high wind warning. 35 mph winds. Gust to 45-50, I'd guess. Bad enough I didn't take my left hand (the windward side) off the drops for miles at a time. I had to weight that side of the handlebars to keep the bike heeled over into the wind. I got blown sideways a lot.
I'm pretty pleased with my 9.9 mph average on that ride. There were times I was at 5 mph. The last few miles, I had the wind at my back. I rode up Road 100 - where I frequently average 12 mph - at about 16 mph. Tough ride, but I'm proud of myself for sticking with it.
I stretched when I got home. Laying out on my BackWave, I felt my vertebrae snap, crackle, and pop. It felt gooooooood. I hope that means my back won't be as stiff in the morning.
I walked at lunch, which gave me a chance to stretch out my ankle. I'm anxious to get back to running, but I'm being patient. I want to let my back and ankle heal enough so that I don't re-injure them the next time I run. Oh, yeah, and patience is not my strong point.
Off to clean litter boxes, take a shower, and then to bed. Maybe I'll get a tailwind on my way to work tomorrow.
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Glad I got some seeds in the ground this weekend. 80% of the state is under some sort of weather warning:
Our weather warning is for high winds (of course): 25-35 mph wind, 35-45 mph gusts. And yeah, I'm still planning to ride my bike home from work. That which does not kill me makes me stronger.
Monday, February 17, 2014
I'm still frustrated that I can't run. Well, I *could* run, but I know that would just hurt, and set me back even further. So I'm choosing to not run for a few more days. More time on the bike!
We went out to breakfast last Saturday. I got the heart attack special: chicken-fried steak with gravy, grits, and eggs. I prefer yellow corn grits, but these were pretty good hominy grits. This morning, I fried up the leftover grits and tossed them with some bacon, then plopped a fried egg on top of the mess. Not quite a heart attack, but still pretty tasty.
I checked my average daily calorie intake over the last month. It's about 2200. That's higher than the 2000 I was aiming for, but it's a start. And I'm hopeful that it's working. My weight has been the same the past two days, and it's the least I've weighed in ten years. Before law school. Before getting married. I'm hopeful I can keep this going. I won't be surprised if my weight slides back up a little, but I'm confident I'm on the right track despite the recent detours.
As usual, I went into the weekend with a list of things I'd hoped to accomplish. Most of them have not yet been accomplished. Yesterday, the Hubs & I went for a walk in a nearby natural preserve. It's in a valley, and I'd hoped it would keep us out of the wind. It didn't, but at least we weren't getting the full force of the winds. Although it meant not checking anything off my "to-do" list, it was time well spent.
When we got home, we worked in the yard. I decided to take advantage of the relatively mild weather and the previous night's rain and plant. I planted lettuce, beets, peas, broccoli, spinach, and kohlrabi. They're all cool-loving plants, so they should be fine so long as we don't get any hard freezes. The seeds are old (from the past two seasons), so if they don't germinate I won't be too surprised. I always wait too long to get the cool-weather plants in the ground, so I figured it was worth a shot at getting them in the ground early. Again, nothing checked off the "to-do" list, but time well spent.
The goodies sitting out at coffee hour after church were divine. (We attend an Episcopal Church. Unlike Lutherans, coffee is not a sacrament to Episcopalians; coffee hour is, though.) There were several people I chatted with, which means we were there for a while ... which means I ended up eating a cookie and some nutty, gooey bar cookie. Maybe that's why we went for the walk....
Today, Cheeto, our 20-month old polydactyl mitted marmalade tabby, goes to the vet for his annual check-up and shots. The vet wants an fecal sample to test for parasites. This means I need to clean the litter boxes, then watch him until he uses one of them. Oh, the glamour! It also means I need to stick around the house until this task is accomplished. On the plus side, I may get some housework done.
And so, I should get off my rear end and get to work. I just wanted to log my feelings about my weight. I have a long ways to go, but I'm feeling good about this.
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