Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Last Sunday, two women at church asked me if I'd lost weight. I have, but more importantly, I was wearing pants that didn't give me a muffin top. But what struck me was that one of them, a woman about my age and shape, said, "I'm jealous."
Jealous? It's not as if I've done something that she isn't capable of. She's on my FB friend feed, so I'm sure she's seen how many workout-related status updates I've posted. Kim is at Tri-City Court Club. Kim ran. Kim rode her bike. Kim hiked Badger. Kim swam laps.
I know a lot of us get this kind of feedback from people: we somehow have discovered some miraculous truth and accomplished something the uninitiated cannot. Hardly. Ask what I ate yesterday - I can tell you. Ask me how many times I've run, swam, ridden, hiked, stretched, or strength trained this month - I can tell you.
Success is not an accident. While my bout of gastroenteritis two months ago gets some credit, the reason I didn't immediately regain the weight is that I made reasonable, healthy food choices instead of saying "I lost five pounds! Bring on the pizza and ice cream!" I still eat too much, but for the most part, I make good choices and keep my calories within a reasonable range. Some nights, I watch an hour of two of television; occasionally I splurge and watch three or four. But those nights are rare because I chose to do something different.
I give myself permission to skip workouts, but I don't do that very often, and I have to have a well-described reason for doing so (such as, I desperately need that extra thirty minutes of sleep, and that sleep will benefit me more than the run will). I've pushed through workouts I did not enjoy. I've ridden in 35-mph cross winds more than I care to describe. I've stared at the pool and wanted to cry because it was beating me. But day after day, I push myself. I work a little harder. I sacrifice the temporary comfort for long-term benefits (and big-assed bragging rights).
But here's what gets me: this woman is educated. Clearly she doesn't think she got her professional certification because she was lucky. Surely she's aware that it took hard work to get where she is today.
I wouldn't say any of this her, because that would be mean. But it saddens me that so many people continue to think there's some magic pill, some quick-fix, that will make them fit and healthy. There isn't. We all deserve to be healthy and fit, regardless of our shape and size. And that "secret" is already in us.
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
I'm riding home tonight. I had a meeting last night, so I didn't ride home. And because of the meeting, I didn't get quite enough sleep last night. I've been a little draggy all day, but I took myself to the gym at lunch for a quick swim.
This morning, I decided I would do a brick workout tonight instead of going to the gym for strength training. I've been slacking on the strength training, but at this point I think I need to spend more time on the activities. The ride will be easy. The swim and the run will not.
Next Sunday is Bloomsday, a 12K. Two weeks after that I'm doing a duathlon 5K/30K/5K. Between these two events, I'll know how ready my legs are for the triathon the first weekend in June. But I think I've only done one brick this year, so it's time to shock my legs back to reality.
But I'm really looking forward to this. It's 72°F outside with a barely-perceptible wind from the ENE. The ride home should be amazing. I'll run into the house, switch shoes, and then take off running. I'll be miserable at first, but after about a half-mile, I'll be glad I'm out there, running.
Oh, and that banana cream pie in the refrigerator? Yup, it's dinner.
Saturday, April 26, 2014
I ran a 5K this morning. It's sponsored by my gym, the Tri-Cities Court Club. I signed up a while back because it's right here in town, the entry fee was only $6, and I'd been slacking in training for the run portion of my upcoming triathlon. I was hopeful signing up for an event would re-instill some urgency to my training.
And then I forgot about it.
A few weeks ago, I saw it on the calendar and my eyes got big. It certainly did create a sense of urgency.
The route was a local multi-use path. It's relatively narrow (12', tops), so getting out of the start required some near ballet-like moves. I was quickly passed by the stroller-pushers. One of them got a mechanical soon after passing me; the other stroller-pusher left them for dead.
I ran for four straight minutes at first. I usually run between 2-3 minutes, then walk for :45-1:00. But given I'd just passed someone, I didn't want to immediately drop back to walking and make them pass me. It worked out, though. Several times I ran for three or more minutes, and cut my walk to :30-:45.
I finished in 33:50, which is better than my previous 5K. The best part about the event was my self-talk. My Inner Coach kept catching me slouching: Head up! Shoulders back! Hips under your shoulders! It's amazing what a difference good posture makes in how I feel when I run. Thank you, Inner Coach!
I took third place in my age group. Maybe there were only three women in my age group. Doesn't matter: there isn't an asterisk on the ribbon, and I am keeping it. DLF beats DNF, DNF beats DNS, and DNS sure as heck beats Never Got off The Couch!
Thursday, April 24, 2014
When I took my swim lesson, the coach told me to not roll and breath with every stroke. The thing is, my heart rate really goes up when I start using my arms. I can go more than a few breaths before I'm gasping for air. And then it hit me: it's okay to ignore Coach Kathy.
It's more efficient to breath every third stroke. But if your heart rate is so high that you cannot breath, it's unrealistic to do so. As my fitness level improves, then I can work on the number of strokes I can take before rolling up for a breath.
I'm comfortable breathing on either side, so I'm confident that I will be able to get to the point where I breath every third stroke. But it will take time.
Now, if only I could find a tri that will allow me to use fins and a kickboard during the swim...
I've been sneezy all more morning. This happened last week, too. I clearly need to remember to take a benadryl before a swim work out. (At least I hope that fixes it!)
Monday, April 21, 2014
Fitbit sends me a weekly email reviewing my previous week's stats. The most recent email including a notation that Wednesday was my least active day, complete with frowny face. So I took a look at last Wednesday.
7983 steps. That's not bad, Fitbit. The frowny face was a little over the top. So y'know what? Right back atcha!
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