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Monday, January 4, 2010

The First "Really" Week of Training

As CM said, do exactly the opposite of what you did before. This morning, I got up at 4:50, ate a banana, went to my basement and worked out. I did my running per CM's training plan and attempted to get through the strength program twice. I was almost successful. I got super nauseous and weak half way through my second interval of strength training. So I went upstairs, ate some dry cereal and drank some apple juice and waited. Then the chills started.

The husband's been fighting strep throat since NYE. We canceled our party and stayed in bed. Perhaps I should have stayed in a different bed. I'm really hoping this doesn't become strep in my first week. That said, he felt way worse than I do today, plus I've been popping a load of Cold FX - let's see if it worked.

My sister and her brood were here over the weekend - B, the five year old, played this 'game' where she would stand in front of us and declare a winner. Actually, she'd just nominate one the "the winner" and then pull the winner up 'on stage' to congratulate him/her. We didn't win anything, except the jeers of the 'audience', namely, K & S. B would then state, "And now it's time for me to announce the Really Winner", and she'd pick one of my cats (who were not impressed - just sayin').

B's story has nothing to do with running or the Bermuda Triangle, but it did give me a funny title for the post. So there.


Monday, December 28, 2009

2010: The year of tiger racing to Bermuda.

Weight: Might start with a '2'. I really don't want to verify.
Today's activities: Nazi trainer came over and kicked my butt
Mood: Holy Crap
I'm a fatty. I weigh more right now than my husband does and that freaks me out because he has a beer belly. My knee hurts most days and my lower back is enveloped in what I like to call a 'belt of pain and suffering'. My chiro finds me charming and a little whine-y.

Some days, I've cried because of the state of my body. I used to be fit. Five years ago, I could run 5Kms like it was nothing. Now I can't make it up a flight of stairs without stopping. I'm beautiful, but I'm gross. And jiggly.

Next year is my 20 year reunion. And I'm freaked. I was the jock at school - in shape, on all the sports teams and always thrived when I was sweating under pressure. When I finished school, I traveled around the world. But I always wanted my own home. So I stopped and over the last five years, I've stopped travelling, found a home, a husband, furniture for said home, two very bad cats (Christmas Day Catnip disaster - a story for another time), and lots of really good, caring friends. When I stopped traveling, I stopped moving. It fell off my radar - I preferred the company of my husband to my headphones and a gym.

So I've committed to my friends to run this Bermuda Triangle Challenge in Jan of 2011 (yep, a year away). This freaking race is over three days in Bermuda; the first day is a 1 mile race (check - no problem). The second day is a 10km (okay, that's going to take some practice) and the third day is a half marathon (awesome - this is sounding better every minute). Oh ya, i'm sarcastic. This blog is going to be my outlet to complain, cry and sometimes brag about what I'm doing. Hopefully you'll find it entertaining, and hopefully a little bit inspirational.

My friend, Lily suggested we do this instead of going to our high school reunion. it's her fault ;) really.

I enlisted the help from my friend, CM, a crazy tri-athlete to help me. Little did I know how seriously CM would take this. In one day, I had a year's worth of races and little build ups plus she made me sign a contract. Apparently she's had enough of my crap. thank god. someone had to call me on my BS. She also made me tell everyone (She's figured out over the years that I do not like to fail in front of my peers). Jerk.

So now everyone knows and I can't let myself fail. AWESOME. Wish me luck.
oh and CM seems to think that Oprah will want to know about this, or even Ellen. We'll see - we'll let them fight over me when the time comes... (rolling my eyes)...

First day down. Waiting to see what's in store from CM tomorrow.