One thing I can always count on with speed work – it will check my tail and put me into place.
Once again I was over zealous. For some reason I thought I could pull out 4 mile repeats at a 6:53. Really? Is that smart thinking since my previous mile repeats where at 7:08s? Did I really expect to cut :15 off each mile? I don't know where I came up with that insane idea, maybe I was still half asleep as I jumped on the treadmill. The worst part was that I did it on a damn treadmill....which means I knew exactly what I was doing with my speed. I made it through the first mile, took my 2 min float and blew up half way through the second. I think I was slightly possessed. I'm really expecting to do a sub 7 avg on the Jingle Bell 5k in December and will do whatever necessary to get me there. At least blowing up I know I gave it my all and where my limiters lie. Right now I need to allow my hamstrings to rest, they're still messed up. I also need to take baby steps and start my repeats shorter at 800s or do 1600s at a 7:03 pace and see how that pans out. Another attempt next week.
10 min warm up
1 x 1600 6:53
2 min float
1 x 800 3:28 – blow up
temp work fluctuating between 9:15s and 8:00s for another 1.5 miles
4.25 miles total with a max HR of 194
Inside the mind of Kat...enter at your own risk.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Volunteering
I have some free time on my hands and it needs to be filled with something productive. I can only drink so much :) So with that being said I've decided to volunteer but I'm not sure where I should spend my time. There are a few things close to my heart I'm thinking about but I'd also like to help in areas I'm less familiar with. So I'm coming to you, my friends who frequent or stumble across my blog...what matters to you? Please leave a comment and help me with my decision. Thanks!
Live and Learn
Give yourself enough recovery Kat! I need to know when to cut back just a bit.
Friday I woke up and felt like someone had slammed my body across a wall. Frick! I hurt everywhere, I hurt in places I didn't even know I could hurt. Damn cross-fit. The fact that I would moan every time I sat up or down was a good indicator to take the day off...so I did.
Saturday I woke up feeling the same muscle fatigue. Two days, really? The workout of the day was to ride a few loops around Sauvie with the Wildflower training group. Now, I could have easily just done the loops....but what fun would that be? Instead I opted to ride to Sauvie's, intending on doing the two loops and then riding back home. Note the word INTEND. I jumped on Cadence and was off. I rode out along 185th on to Springville Road. 2 miles in I started my 1000ft climb up to Skline. Nice little warm up I do say so myself. Rode Skyline out to Newberry and descended. Now, this was a BIG milestone for me. I have avoided descending most of the wets hills, I chicken out and take Cornell or Corneliues Pass as the grade is less intense. So a little background on Newberry, it's about 765ft in 2 miles, with a max grade point at 15.5%. I think going down by myself helped. I was able to talk out loud and calm my nerves. The first mile wasn't too bad. Hitting the second mile sucked serious ass. Out of all times for it to start raining, it had to be now. Not a little sprinkle either, it started down pouring. Awesome! Not so much. I had to stop and put my Gore jacket back on. I had told myself that if I needed to I could walk my bike down the descent. I think the rain was a blessing in disguise. There was no way I was going to walk and get even more soaked in the rain. On I descended, staying on my breaks. Lol, the last 800 ft were scary as can be. A couple sharp corners....hitting that max grade with leaves everywhere. My bike slide and drifted out as I calming started cursing ^%^%#$%#%^$%^%%$E$%$&*&*(&*(. But alas, I survived....and didn't fall. This is a huge step for me. Now I know I can go down a step curvy descent in the rain and slick leaves. This memory should help in future riding. It sucks how one bad ride can f^%$# up you up mentally for so long. Anywho, on I went to join the group at Sauvies. By the time everyone showed up and we were ready to ride the rain was at an all our downpour. Great! Misery loves company and I had 10-12 people out there embracing the beautiful Oregon weather with me. The plan was to do 2 loops, the first being easy and the second being an time trial. The thought of a time trial for me today was really a cruel joke. Energy was present but the muscular power was not. The first loop wasn't too bad. There was no "warm up" loop as I had done that on my ride out from my house, plus I had to start out with higher energy since it was rainy and I needed to get warm. As I rolled in from loop 1 to start loop 2 I hesitated. I went out too hard one loop 1, the headwind was strong, the rain was hard and I knew the 2nd loop was going to own my ass. Yet for some stupid reason I went out for another.....thankfully Steve joined me. The first few miles weren't so bad, then we turned and hit the phenomenal headwind accompanied by a down pour of rain. Occasionally. I would let out a loud moan and Steve would join in....yet these were not pleasure moans, they were moans of pure pain. I looked down at my power tap and I'm pushing 12 MPR, HR is at 178 and my power is a 225. You must be kidding! My hamstrings were on fire. Steve and I parted ways as he fell back and I struggled to maintain my power output. I slowly dipped down to 160....I had nothing left. I was completely drained. I bowed my head down into my aeros, and pedaled as hard as I could to keep my HR up high enough to keep my core warm. I was miserable and really hit an all time low. I just kept thinking this was all mental strength and I would turn this negative into a positive....and that's what got me back to the start point. Upon finishing I realized I still had to ride home.....WTF was I thinking? Steve saved the day and drove me home. Thanks friend, I owe ya one.
The rest of the day I pretty much spent on R & R. A nice little nap, lots of rolling the legs out with the stick, treated myself to a hair appointment and then toasted the night off with some friends at my favorite martini bar in NW, The Vault. I must say, I had two amazing martini's. One called a Macaroon, it had Armareto, Vodka and Godiva Chocolate with chocolate syrup swirled around the glass. Not sure what the other one was called but it was orange puree with bourbon and clove/cinnamon, very holiday-ish. The best part was catching up with some of my girlfriends that I haven't been able to see in some time. Love ya and miss you girls! Called the night to an end rather early, wanted a good night sleep and some solid recovery.
Sunday -
I awoke feeling much better. Legs are still sore but much better. I decided to join my friends for a 14 mile LSD run. I hadn't anticipated in running the whole 14, my thoughts were to do 10-12 and just turn back early. BUT running felt really good. It felt like I was flushing all that poisonous lactic build up out of my system. I decided to do the full out and back. Coming back I ended up getting separated from the group, we kind of each fell into our own paces and I ended up losing some of them. I'm not too familiar with NE Portland so I found myself bonking on the way back. My perception of distance was off and I waited too late to take my Power Gel. My hamstrings started to kick in with pain around mile 12. I think my legs went numb, although I could still feel the pain....maybe it was just me trying to block them out. After a detour or two off course I ended up finding my way back to Scott's house. Scott and Ilana were uber awesome and made us all a giant hash scramble. Great recovery food with great friends.
I got in a nice little nap this afternoon and now think it's time to finish my weekend cooking. I'm making a minestrone soup and a pumpkin brown rice pudding for the week.
Things I took from my training this weekend
*I need to learn how to easy back into training. It is not ok to take a week and half off and go all out as I did in the last few days. My body takes 1-2 days to recover from high intensity work. I know this yet didn't give it the break it needed. I was lucky I didn't injure myself. This will be something I will keep in mind when planning out my training calendar. High intensity days will be limited to 1-2 a week and will be spaced out. No more track night followed up by cross fit night. Not a good idea.
*I made a rather large step in overcoming my fear of descending. All in time baby, all in time.
*I will not ride my bike to any training workout if there is the slightest chance for rain. Dry clothes are a necessity.
*My Powertap is badass. My HR zones showed to be 40% race pace and 38% threshold....I was not able to maintain power output yet my HR was through the roof. Clear signs I'm overdoing it. Nice to have actual data to back it up.
*I have a whole lot of mental toughness. Now if I could just learn when to say no.
*Hot apple cider + baking soda and baking power makes one bad ass electrolyte drink on a cold day. I did what I had to since I was out off my Cliff Hot Apple Cider, which I highly recommend.
Friday I woke up and felt like someone had slammed my body across a wall. Frick! I hurt everywhere, I hurt in places I didn't even know I could hurt. Damn cross-fit. The fact that I would moan every time I sat up or down was a good indicator to take the day off...so I did.
Saturday I woke up feeling the same muscle fatigue. Two days, really? The workout of the day was to ride a few loops around Sauvie with the Wildflower training group. Now, I could have easily just done the loops....but what fun would that be? Instead I opted to ride to Sauvie's, intending on doing the two loops and then riding back home. Note the word INTEND. I jumped on Cadence and was off. I rode out along 185th on to Springville Road. 2 miles in I started my 1000ft climb up to Skline. Nice little warm up I do say so myself. Rode Skyline out to Newberry and descended. Now, this was a BIG milestone for me. I have avoided descending most of the wets hills, I chicken out and take Cornell or Corneliues Pass as the grade is less intense. So a little background on Newberry, it's about 765ft in 2 miles, with a max grade point at 15.5%. I think going down by myself helped. I was able to talk out loud and calm my nerves. The first mile wasn't too bad. Hitting the second mile sucked serious ass. Out of all times for it to start raining, it had to be now. Not a little sprinkle either, it started down pouring. Awesome! Not so much. I had to stop and put my Gore jacket back on. I had told myself that if I needed to I could walk my bike down the descent. I think the rain was a blessing in disguise. There was no way I was going to walk and get even more soaked in the rain. On I descended, staying on my breaks. Lol, the last 800 ft were scary as can be. A couple sharp corners....hitting that max grade with leaves everywhere. My bike slide and drifted out as I calming started cursing ^%^%#$%#%^$%^%%$E$%$&*&*(&*(. But alas, I survived....and didn't fall. This is a huge step for me. Now I know I can go down a step curvy descent in the rain and slick leaves. This memory should help in future riding. It sucks how one bad ride can f^%$# up you up mentally for so long. Anywho, on I went to join the group at Sauvies. By the time everyone showed up and we were ready to ride the rain was at an all our downpour. Great! Misery loves company and I had 10-12 people out there embracing the beautiful Oregon weather with me. The plan was to do 2 loops, the first being easy and the second being an time trial. The thought of a time trial for me today was really a cruel joke. Energy was present but the muscular power was not. The first loop wasn't too bad. There was no "warm up" loop as I had done that on my ride out from my house, plus I had to start out with higher energy since it was rainy and I needed to get warm. As I rolled in from loop 1 to start loop 2 I hesitated. I went out too hard one loop 1, the headwind was strong, the rain was hard and I knew the 2nd loop was going to own my ass. Yet for some stupid reason I went out for another.....thankfully Steve joined me. The first few miles weren't so bad, then we turned and hit the phenomenal headwind accompanied by a down pour of rain. Occasionally. I would let out a loud moan and Steve would join in....yet these were not pleasure moans, they were moans of pure pain. I looked down at my power tap and I'm pushing 12 MPR, HR is at 178 and my power is a 225. You must be kidding! My hamstrings were on fire. Steve and I parted ways as he fell back and I struggled to maintain my power output. I slowly dipped down to 160....I had nothing left. I was completely drained. I bowed my head down into my aeros, and pedaled as hard as I could to keep my HR up high enough to keep my core warm. I was miserable and really hit an all time low. I just kept thinking this was all mental strength and I would turn this negative into a positive....and that's what got me back to the start point. Upon finishing I realized I still had to ride home.....WTF was I thinking? Steve saved the day and drove me home. Thanks friend, I owe ya one.
The rest of the day I pretty much spent on R & R. A nice little nap, lots of rolling the legs out with the stick, treated myself to a hair appointment and then toasted the night off with some friends at my favorite martini bar in NW, The Vault. I must say, I had two amazing martini's. One called a Macaroon, it had Armareto, Vodka and Godiva Chocolate with chocolate syrup swirled around the glass. Not sure what the other one was called but it was orange puree with bourbon and clove/cinnamon, very holiday-ish. The best part was catching up with some of my girlfriends that I haven't been able to see in some time. Love ya and miss you girls! Called the night to an end rather early, wanted a good night sleep and some solid recovery.
Sunday -
I awoke feeling much better. Legs are still sore but much better. I decided to join my friends for a 14 mile LSD run. I hadn't anticipated in running the whole 14, my thoughts were to do 10-12 and just turn back early. BUT running felt really good. It felt like I was flushing all that poisonous lactic build up out of my system. I decided to do the full out and back. Coming back I ended up getting separated from the group, we kind of each fell into our own paces and I ended up losing some of them. I'm not too familiar with NE Portland so I found myself bonking on the way back. My perception of distance was off and I waited too late to take my Power Gel. My hamstrings started to kick in with pain around mile 12. I think my legs went numb, although I could still feel the pain....maybe it was just me trying to block them out. After a detour or two off course I ended up finding my way back to Scott's house. Scott and Ilana were uber awesome and made us all a giant hash scramble. Great recovery food with great friends.
I got in a nice little nap this afternoon and now think it's time to finish my weekend cooking. I'm making a minestrone soup and a pumpkin brown rice pudding for the week.
Things I took from my training this weekend
*I need to learn how to easy back into training. It is not ok to take a week and half off and go all out as I did in the last few days. My body takes 1-2 days to recover from high intensity work. I know this yet didn't give it the break it needed. I was lucky I didn't injure myself. This will be something I will keep in mind when planning out my training calendar. High intensity days will be limited to 1-2 a week and will be spaced out. No more track night followed up by cross fit night. Not a good idea.
*I made a rather large step in overcoming my fear of descending. All in time baby, all in time.
*I will not ride my bike to any training workout if there is the slightest chance for rain. Dry clothes are a necessity.
*My Powertap is badass. My HR zones showed to be 40% race pace and 38% threshold....I was not able to maintain power output yet my HR was through the roof. Clear signs I'm overdoing it. Nice to have actual data to back it up.
*I have a whole lot of mental toughness. Now if I could just learn when to say no.
*Hot apple cider + baking soda and baking power makes one bad ass electrolyte drink on a cold day. I did what I had to since I was out off my Cliff Hot Apple Cider, which I highly recommend.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Running through the concrete jungle
(Shannon and I post workout. Check out the sweat yo!)
of Irving park. Tonight was the first of a series of cross fit in the park. I've read about cross fit, I know it's about explosive power, I thought I was ready for the pain.....but really? I had no idea. We started with an explosive warmup. What qualifies a warm up as explosive? Getting my hr up to 175 in the first 2-3 minutes. This was the first WTF moment. Warm up consisted of 20 jumping jacks. 20 of these touch your toes cross overs, 20 jumping squats, 20 push ups where you go down, push up and the jump back up. Repeat all once. Then it was on to circuit training. Three different stations, 4 minutes each, repeat everything once. The first was an obstacle course we ran around and reversed direction every minute. Mind fuck for Kat. We weaved in and out of poles, jumped, leaped and crawled over 3-5 ft concrete walls. Banged my shin on one, already forming a nice sized bloody bruise. Ducked under a little person tunel/wall type thing, it was crazy. Then Jeff (Lucifer himself) said ok, now jump/hurdle with no hands! WTF? moment #2. I don't have giraffe legs, this was not happening. Especially since my tail was on fire from the track workout the previous day. Station # 2, bench work. 20 sets of dips, pushups, crunches and butt taps....repeat for 4 minutes. Ok, now the upper body is feeling it. Station # 3, more bench work, box/bench jumps or steps...over and over and over again. Completed each station twice. Then we moved down along the park for hill repeats, 6 to be exact, had to be careful not to slip and fall on the wet grass on leaves on the way down. next we were told to we needed a partner. Jon and I paired up. Then we were informed we had to give our partner a piggy back ride up the hill we just did repeats on. WTF?! moment #3. I really didn't think this was possible. Jon is not a huge man, but he is muscular and heavy....and well I'm the girl that her 50 year old mother move most of her boxes when she moved because she was so weak. I'm an endurance athlete not She-Ra for God's sake. So yea, not really feeling this one. But who I am not quit? Me? Never. Jon kindly carried me up the hill first and I took a deep breath in and returned the favor. That was hard, dude was somewhere over a buck seventy five and change. Upon cresting the hill my legs gave out and I fell to my knees, but alas, I made it! SPARTAN!!!!!!!! (that's for you Tif!) Running down that hill I've never felt so light. Finished the workout off with teaming up in groups of three while taking turns carrying one person down the field. 5 min cool down run. Cross fit was an hour long and over that time I managed a 167 avg Hr peaking at 193....awesome. I'm going to hurt tomorrow, a lot.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Getting anaerobic on that ass!
It's about fucking time!
Tonight I met up with the PDX tri group for the kick off to Wildflower training. Do I think it's a little soon to be training for a HIM again? Yes..... am I going to be taking this seriously? Well, not so much, for the next 2 months. I really just want some people to keep me company during my little torture sessions I like to put myself through. Misery love company, right? Is it really misery if I smile during the pain? Hmmmm, something to ponder. Anywho, my main goal for the next 2 months is short fast work with plenty of recovery in between and the occasional longer distance workout on the weekend just to make sure I don't loose all of my endurance. The plan tonight was to a 12 min time trial to figure out pacing. I got to the track 45 minutes early and start with a light warm up jog (gulp; yes I did say jog.....and you will only hear me refer to "jogging" as a warm up or a cool down. I am not a jogger, I am a RUNNER. enough with my little tangent......) accompanied by 1.5 miles of drills, a few strides, bounds, side strides, sprints and tail kickers. People started showing up so again I went for a (gulp) warm up cool down jog. Then we had to sit in the mind fucking cold for what seemed like an eternity to hear the Wildflower rundown, followed up by the track workout. I understand it needed to be done...but for the love of God, it was COLD! Paul and I started hopping around just to keep core temp up. I was over come with joy when we were told we could start....and that was short lived. Check it, so I wore my new CW-X compression PreformX tights and I have to say they are officially BAD ASS. My legs felt phenomenal! I ALWAYS and I do mean ALWAYS experience some kind of leg discomfort during run drills or speed work/sprints/repeats. Not tonight, my legs felt amazing, envision the road runner, yea that was me. Ok, maybe not but that little bad boy was sure running through my head as I was running. On the flip side, they kept sliding down around my waist. It didn't feel like they were too big. They were compressive around my legs and my damn tummy felt like I was a sausage in a casing = not a good thing, yet slippage was happening. I'll have to talk to my boss and see if I need to go down another size or maybe try another version of the tight. Regardless, I will find a fit and will be using these at during all of my speed work. Again, BAD ASS. Ok back on to the run.....legs felt good, fast and quick. I looked down at my HR and I was rockin 188 1/2 mile in. Ugh, I haven't been this high since the marathon. The good feeling lasted a mile in....then my chest started to hurt. My lungs were on fire and it felt like my blood was pumping so hard it was going to bust a vein and spew everywhere. What a sight that would be! But that never happen, just felt like it. The last loop hurt the worst, again this is all cardio pain, and probably due to taking a month off from any kind of anaerobic threshold work. FUCK! My tummy was churning, my lungs where on fire, I couldn't breath...luckily I didn't have any food in me or it would have sprayed my territory on the track. I finished 2790m in 12 minutes with an ending HR of 196. Which puts me at a 6:55. I'm really happy with anything sub 7 but know I have some hard work to do to hold that pace for a 5k. I really want to go fast......I love running fast. I have the glorious runners high. I can not wait for more track!
I finished the night off with sushi with a friend......good times :)
Oh yea, big ups to moms. Thanks for the apple cider vinegar/water trick. No more acid reflux during anaerobic work! Woot! Woot! Now, if you can just stop my nose from running/sneezing and my lungs from burning :) Love ya.
Tonight I met up with the PDX tri group for the kick off to Wildflower training. Do I think it's a little soon to be training for a HIM again? Yes..... am I going to be taking this seriously? Well, not so much, for the next 2 months. I really just want some people to keep me company during my little torture sessions I like to put myself through. Misery love company, right? Is it really misery if I smile during the pain? Hmmmm, something to ponder. Anywho, my main goal for the next 2 months is short fast work with plenty of recovery in between and the occasional longer distance workout on the weekend just to make sure I don't loose all of my endurance. The plan tonight was to a 12 min time trial to figure out pacing. I got to the track 45 minutes early and start with a light warm up jog (gulp; yes I did say jog.....and you will only hear me refer to "jogging" as a warm up or a cool down. I am not a jogger, I am a RUNNER. enough with my little tangent......) accompanied by 1.5 miles of drills, a few strides, bounds, side strides, sprints and tail kickers. People started showing up so again I went for a (gulp) warm up cool down jog. Then we had to sit in the mind fucking cold for what seemed like an eternity to hear the Wildflower rundown, followed up by the track workout. I understand it needed to be done...but for the love of God, it was COLD! Paul and I started hopping around just to keep core temp up. I was over come with joy when we were told we could start....and that was short lived. Check it, so I wore my new CW-X compression PreformX tights and I have to say they are officially BAD ASS. My legs felt phenomenal! I ALWAYS and I do mean ALWAYS experience some kind of leg discomfort during run drills or speed work/sprints/repeats. Not tonight, my legs felt amazing, envision the road runner, yea that was me. Ok, maybe not but that little bad boy was sure running through my head as I was running. On the flip side, they kept sliding down around my waist. It didn't feel like they were too big. They were compressive around my legs and my damn tummy felt like I was a sausage in a casing = not a good thing, yet slippage was happening. I'll have to talk to my boss and see if I need to go down another size or maybe try another version of the tight. Regardless, I will find a fit and will be using these at during all of my speed work. Again, BAD ASS. Ok back on to the run.....legs felt good, fast and quick. I looked down at my HR and I was rockin 188 1/2 mile in. Ugh, I haven't been this high since the marathon. The good feeling lasted a mile in....then my chest started to hurt. My lungs were on fire and it felt like my blood was pumping so hard it was going to bust a vein and spew everywhere. What a sight that would be! But that never happen, just felt like it. The last loop hurt the worst, again this is all cardio pain, and probably due to taking a month off from any kind of anaerobic threshold work. FUCK! My tummy was churning, my lungs where on fire, I couldn't breath...luckily I didn't have any food in me or it would have sprayed my territory on the track. I finished 2790m in 12 minutes with an ending HR of 196. Which puts me at a 6:55. I'm really happy with anything sub 7 but know I have some hard work to do to hold that pace for a 5k. I really want to go fast......I love running fast. I have the glorious runners high. I can not wait for more track!
I finished the night off with sushi with a friend......good times :)
Oh yea, big ups to moms. Thanks for the apple cider vinegar/water trick. No more acid reflux during anaerobic work! Woot! Woot! Now, if you can just stop my nose from running/sneezing and my lungs from burning :) Love ya.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Home Sweet Home
alas...I am complete again. Tonight I completed the painting, everything is unpacked, uncluttered, clean and in place. I even had time to ignite my first fire and finish cooking a chicken and brown rice soup. I feel whole again, this is a very good feeling.
Let me disclose a little secret. At work I have fallen in love.... ..... with 2 things at one time. First off is the espresso machine. Everyday I walk into work and am greeted with the rich bold aroma of freshly brewed espresso. The complex elixir comforts my pallet and soothes my insides, jacking me up for a quarter of my day. I am truly spoiled with this little device and am known for returning for seconds and possibly thirds. I've tried to conceive some kind of device to insert to in my bloodstream but with the pressure build up from brewing I'm afraid I'll blow a vein... are there any volunteers willing to test my idea? The other appliance I am head over heels with is the toaster oven. Whoever created this magnificent machine should get a frickening medal. They make the perfect grilled sandwiches, quesadillas, pizzas. Not to mention toasted cheese over soups. I'm so with the grilled cheese comfort. Have I mentioned how awesome my boss is for having these appliances available? Do I have to choose which I love more? Can I have my grilled cheese and caffeine of the Gods as well? Fo shizzle.
It's time to start building my base power season. I need to build a 1-2 month training schedule to focus on cycling power, track drills, 800m, 1600m & hill run repeats. I need to hook up with a few bad ass swimmers and get my stroke corrected before yardage picks up. I'm also planning on doing some crazy kind of cross fit in the park one night a week. That should provide some good, dirty, knock me on my ass fun. I'm excited and looking forward to the next few weeks. It's going to be hard to fill the missing space in my heart for the endurance I've come to comfort and love but then again. I'm the sick and I am lusting for the pain from anaerobic threshold. There will be vomit involved in the next few weeks....and it will not be alcohol induced.
Tomorrow I get to do a 20 min time trial run for pacing purposes. This should be interesting since I haven't done jack shit in over a week and a half. I've got a new pair of CW-X compression tights I'm excited to rock. We'll see if they work as well as they advertise.
Let me disclose a little secret. At work I have fallen in love.... ..... with 2 things at one time. First off is the espresso machine. Everyday I walk into work and am greeted with the rich bold aroma of freshly brewed espresso. The complex elixir comforts my pallet and soothes my insides, jacking me up for a quarter of my day. I am truly spoiled with this little device and am known for returning for seconds and possibly thirds. I've tried to conceive some kind of device to insert to in my bloodstream but with the pressure build up from brewing I'm afraid I'll blow a vein... are there any volunteers willing to test my idea? The other appliance I am head over heels with is the toaster oven. Whoever created this magnificent machine should get a frickening medal. They make the perfect grilled sandwiches, quesadillas, pizzas. Not to mention toasted cheese over soups. I'm so with the grilled cheese comfort. Have I mentioned how awesome my boss is for having these appliances available? Do I have to choose which I love more? Can I have my grilled cheese and caffeine of the Gods as well? Fo shizzle.
It's time to start building my base power season. I need to build a 1-2 month training schedule to focus on cycling power, track drills, 800m, 1600m & hill run repeats. I need to hook up with a few bad ass swimmers and get my stroke corrected before yardage picks up. I'm also planning on doing some crazy kind of cross fit in the park one night a week. That should provide some good, dirty, knock me on my ass fun. I'm excited and looking forward to the next few weeks. It's going to be hard to fill the missing space in my heart for the endurance I've come to comfort and love but then again. I'm the sick and I am lusting for the pain from anaerobic threshold. There will be vomit involved in the next few weeks....and it will not be alcohol induced.
Tomorrow I get to do a 20 min time trial run for pacing purposes. This should be interesting since I haven't done jack shit in over a week and a half. I've got a new pair of CW-X compression tights I'm excited to rock. We'll see if they work as well as they advertise.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Writer's block
Who would ever think that I would come to a point of nothing to write or say? Well actually I have plenty to say but I also know when to bite my tongue or tape my fingers. Some things are just better left unsaid....so there it is. I have a lot of things on my mind; things I find unmoral and disrespectful, things I can't stop laughing my ass off, things that I desire for but have a conflict of interest in. Sometimes I just wish my head would STFU up and act/do and not think.
I'm finally moved into my new place, and about 90% unpacked. I'm hoping tomorrow I'll have enough time to seal the deal.
I can't wait to break in my new home and be able to sleep sound again. I hate sleeping in new places, it takes forever for me to find a comfort zone. I'm really hoping my satin sheets and heated mattress will help expedite things. Satin sheets are so practical yet impractical. For one, I hate sleeping on them, I'm guaranteed to slide out of bed one out of seven nights. Those are not good odds. Yet once it starts getting cold I utilize them. Satin is non breathable fabric and helps retain body heat, that's what an anaemic girl who wakes up with a cold nose every night needs. The heated mattress pad on the other hand is a godsend. Thanks for the past x-mas present mom, probably one of the most useful things you've ever given me.
I've taken a week off of training, cooking, or organized anything. Some say this needs to be done, I have other thoughts on that matter. My nutrition has gone south as Halloween I drank myself into an early grave only to climb out with a phat ass cheeseburger and pizza the next day. I think I'm going to take this week rather light, get things settled in at home and spend any free time I might have getting my nutrition back on track with home made dishes. I really despise eating out. I mean really, why pay for over priced, unhealthy food when I can make something much more flavorful and beneficial at home. It just takes time and since it's a high priority for me I'll make it work.
Again, I needed another weekend from the weekend. Moving after drinking all night and 2 hours of sleep is a tornado of hell. I feel sorry for my mother who was generous enough to put up with me. Lol, she made a funny comment during our our mini cardiac arrest burger feasting session "I'd deal with you hung over and sleep deprived any day over being hungry." I'm I really that vicious when I need to eat? Apparently so.
I guess I didn't have writers block after all. Thanks for listening :)
I'm finally moved into my new place, and about 90% unpacked. I'm hoping tomorrow I'll have enough time to seal the deal.
I can't wait to break in my new home and be able to sleep sound again. I hate sleeping in new places, it takes forever for me to find a comfort zone. I'm really hoping my satin sheets and heated mattress will help expedite things. Satin sheets are so practical yet impractical. For one, I hate sleeping on them, I'm guaranteed to slide out of bed one out of seven nights. Those are not good odds. Yet once it starts getting cold I utilize them. Satin is non breathable fabric and helps retain body heat, that's what an anaemic girl who wakes up with a cold nose every night needs. The heated mattress pad on the other hand is a godsend. Thanks for the past x-mas present mom, probably one of the most useful things you've ever given me.
I've taken a week off of training, cooking, or organized anything. Some say this needs to be done, I have other thoughts on that matter. My nutrition has gone south as Halloween I drank myself into an early grave only to climb out with a phat ass cheeseburger and pizza the next day. I think I'm going to take this week rather light, get things settled in at home and spend any free time I might have getting my nutrition back on track with home made dishes. I really despise eating out. I mean really, why pay for over priced, unhealthy food when I can make something much more flavorful and beneficial at home. It just takes time and since it's a high priority for me I'll make it work.
Again, I needed another weekend from the weekend. Moving after drinking all night and 2 hours of sleep is a tornado of hell. I feel sorry for my mother who was generous enough to put up with me. Lol, she made a funny comment during our our mini cardiac arrest burger feasting session "I'd deal with you hung over and sleep deprived any day over being hungry." I'm I really that vicious when I need to eat? Apparently so.
I guess I didn't have writers block after all. Thanks for listening :)
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