Monthly Archives: June 2011

Made it!

Ran 21.1km on Saturday morning and lived to tell!  Long story short…1:57 and 7th place overall.  So not my worst, but certainly not my best.

Full race re-cap coming soon…

Stolen AND crappy

(Above photo is the only race pic from (stupid) ASI…find out why in the race re-cap) **CLIFFHANGER!!**

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Ode to Eduardo

Linny and I are THE luckiest gals in the world to have a fella like Eduardo for a dad.

Eddy, Eduardo, Pops, Dad…

Thanks for your funny side, your silly side, your loving and thoughtful side.  Your advice and compassion.  For patience and prayers.  For loving us unconditionally.  For saying no when you had to.  For creating memories filled with love and laughter.  For teaming up with Mom to build an amazing family.  Thanks for being you.

Happy, happy Father’s Day!  You deserve a parade.  Or at least some “croquignole à la cannelles”.

Da Man

Running Coach

Ed's Big Day

SuperDad!

Team Awesome

Father of the bride

Happy Father's Day! xo

Swass…it’s a good thing.

Soooo, tomorrow is the big day.  Huzzah!  I’m having a bit of love/hate with this race…part of me is hoping that daylight never comes because I am oh-so not ready and then a bigger, antsier, more unglued part of me is ready to just get it over with.  So I can stop stressing about it.  And limp around. And make Muffin fetch me snacks.  Yeah, let’s do this already.

Don't leave me hanging...like a giant bloggy nerd.

Because this…

…plus this…

Literally, lame workouts

**the longest run that I have eeked out in about 4 weeks is a whopping 14km.  You could say that I’ve been “tapering” a bit…**

…and a little sprinkle of this…

Perfectly pleasant, but I'll use it as another excuse.

…is a perfect recipe for a disaster.  I’ll let you know how it goes, unless #crappyrunnergirldies starts trending first.  Either way, you’ll know the end of this fairytale.

(Editor’s note: the above workout calendar only tracks running.  My numerous other athletic pursuits, such as: ironman racing, bull riding and mountain climbing are not represented.  Just so you don’t think that I’m a total hobo)

So clearly I’m not running…what have I been doing?  Well, hot yoga for one!  I was such a snappy little thriftster that I nabbed a WagJag deal for Hot Yoga Peterborough. (Actually Dudes talked me into it, but whatevs)  So for a mere $40, I have unlimited opportunity to bend, twist, slip and sweat…all month long.  Huzzah, again!

And I would love to tell a tale of the horror, the miserable torture, the smelly hipsters…but to be honest, I like it.

**crickets**

Yep.  The girl who honestly had to move to the back of the room during step class so I didn’t distract the instructor.  The girl who left after one song of BodyJam, when she caught a glimpse of flailing, gaspy, desperate girl in the mirror and realized it was her.  The gal who managed to kick herself in Combat.

Maybe I like it because I have never done yoga before and didn’t realize my potential to be an overnight success in coordination and zen-like practice?

**crickets**

Or maybe it’s a lovely change of pace from spin class, weights and running.  That’s more like it.  The lastly, it’s definitely because of this gal.

The lovely Laura

Laura is the head cheese and all-round faboo gal.  She has somehow managed to get me through MORE THAN ONE CLASS in one piece.  Not easy.  I thought I would have got the official ban after about 10 minutes of my groaning and excessive (seriously excessive) sweating…but nope, Laura is still graciously guiding Dudes and I through all kinds of cray-cray moves.  So if you haven’t tried it…newbie or not, head on down.  Like today.  Get your sweat on.  You’ll feel looser and goose-ier than ever (like even more than that crazy summer between first and second year…wait, what?  Nevermind).

My tips to ‘success’ (a bit generous there):

1) don’t look in the mirror and don’t catch your friend’s eye in the mirror.  Fits of giggles may ensue because you both look like drippy heaps of awkward (and there is no way I can “Oooohm” knowing that Dudes can hear me).

2) Let go.  Get over yourself and just try it.  Then take a breath and try it again.

3) Don’t mutter under your breath “I smell like a hockey player” because denial is key.

4) Don’t have tacos for lunch.

Dudes takes it super seriously

The adorable mascot

Post-schweat fest

Check out Hot Yoga Peterborough – deals galore and many classes to choose from!

I’m off to finish my race prep which includes nail biting turned lip chewing turned wine drinking turned horse tranquilizer snorting.  And before I know, it’ll be go time!

PS – did I mention that Muffin tormented me tonight by having a delicious El Camino burrito for dinner?  Rat bastard.  I had to refuse in an effort to avoid this tomorrow (a nice visual before you head to bed)…

I heart BURRITOS!

Food for thought…shut up and run!

Now this is motivational stuff…from the hi-larious Shut up and Run!

My fave parts:

On excuses…“Or maybe, for just a minute, you stopped caring and lost sight of your goal.”

On why it matters… “The thing is, no one really cares but you. Sure your friends and husband and parents want you to meet your goals, to get in shape, whatever. But when push comes to shove, it is you who has the most invested. “

On talking yourself into it: “I am never sorry I did it. Never.”

So if you are needing a boost, pop by Shut Up and Run! for some inspiration.

And PS – I promise that I will eventually start writing my own material again (vs. uploading funny pictures or shamelessly stealing other people’s ideas).  And bonus: it’s taper week and my leg sucks eggs, so I have lotsa time to sit and ice and write.  Promise.

Only a couple more days until the Wellington Women’s Half…and did I mention that I have a Forrest Gump-y leg?  I’m expecting a PW (personal worst) this weekend and I’m ok with that.  Mostly because I can still justify an all-you-can-shove buffet afterward – whether I limp or, let’s be serious, crawl over that finish line.  Thank goodness for knee pads…and stretchy, elastic waistband pants.

Motivation montage

Just in case you are having a week like me…

i-usually-look-like-a-moron-anyway-but-you-know-what-i-mean

Mostly because I'm being paid to be there

Effffffff.

And, for some real motivation…

Yeah, you got me.

I’m off to hot yoga, so stay tuned for a recap!  Spoiler alert: this won’t be pretty.

My confession

I really didn’t want to blog this.  I didn’t even want to say it out loud, let alone write it down.  It just makes it too real.  The truth is…

My leg kind of hurts.

There I said it.  I’ve been trying to ignore that familiar dull, achy feeling in my quad for awhile now, but just like anything (e.g. using hand-held mirrors instead of full length or wearing a hat instead of addressing your elephant-in-the-room roots), ignoring it won’t make it go away.

And because I learn from past experiences (guys who wear sunglasses indoors = douche) I’m not going to push my poor, fragile leggers too far.   Having been benched before – for months – after “pushing” through the same dull, ache, I know that I would rather cut back a bit now vs. be out for an extended amount of time.  Good news is that I’m still running, just not as far as often.  My weeks are looking more like 10-12k twice a week, with a 16-18kish run on the weekend.   Also a lot more of this…

Instrument of evil (aka the foam roller of doom)

Implementing said devil tool (note the pained expression...not normal)

and this…

My hero, the hot tub

and even a little of this…

Everyone is super impressed

(Well, kind of.  We did start hot yoga this week…and lived to tell!  Stay tuned…)  This is more like me though…

Seriously.

I’m hoping my little trifecta of relief will keep me on the road…especially because…wait for it…I’M ACTUALLY REGISTERED FOR A FREAKING RACE!!  Whaa, whaa??  Who am I?  I know!

After totally ditching my previously “planned” races, I found this little gem of an event and I’m not completely dreading all eager-beaver for it.  It’s the Wellington Women’s Half-Marathon and I’m running it!  Or perhaps limping it…but by nachos-man, I’ll be there!  Wine, chocolate and handsome men?

You had me at wine, race director…you had me at wine.

It’s my first ever sexist “must have boobs…and not the man-kind” race and I think it’s going to be super fun.  No awards (finally, I can just blend in with the normal people…no pictures, please) and “It’s a girl thing!” as the slogan…well, snap girl, I’m in there like swimwear. The other beautiful thing…it’s on a Saturday!  As in NOT Sunday morning!  As in it won’t interfere with my Saturday evening social butterflying!  Seriously, it’s like they know me.

So the plan of attack is to run-to-maintain and avoid any humungo runs for the next 3 weeks.  That way the ol’ quad will be up for the race and I can push hard and finish strong.

This better be a PB

On another note, this new development is seriously getting in the way of my “1000km by July” goal.  But as I mentioned, I’d rather cut back a bit, get better and then get back on track rather than push it and NEVER reach 1000k, let alone 2011km.  Gasp, choke…all of this blogging for nothing?!  I wouldn’t do that to all of you…waiting with bated breath, popcorn at the ready, hanging on to my every word to see WHETHER OR NOT I’LL MAKE IT?!?!

Welp, it’s gonna be a touch n’ go nail biter, that I can guarantee.  Until then, I’ll just keep fueling for runs that may or may not happen.

Like you've never done that.

The UN-training plan

Things are going swimmingly with my un-training plan.  I’m 0 for 2 and it’s not looking too good for the remaining line-up…

How to make plans and break 'em

But c’mon…RAIN!?!…MAY 2-4!?!…I’m sorry, but those are conditions that I just can’t deal with.  Which would strongly suggest that the other races will be demoted on my priority list as well.

July 30th Duathlon…another long weekend.  Sooo, yeah no.

August 20th 30k…wedding the night before.  Seriously.  NEVER going to happen.

September 3rd…you guessed it…long weekend. Which are clearly ALL ear-marked for binge drinking and chips-ahoy snorting.  I mean really, that red wine isn’t going to puke itself up while I’m off racing around.

Priorities people.  I got ’em.