I had to give my husband a shout-out, because I am pretty sure he's the only person who is still subscribed to this blog, since I haven't updated since two summers ago. Oops.
Since I last posted, we've moved to Texas, and I gained a bunch of weight. I also cut all my hair off. Sigh. I think on the day of the triathlon, I weighed round about 200, maybe a little less. Now I probably weigh about 220. SWEET TEA IS GOOD, OK?? And Sonic will serve you 44 ounces of it for like a dollar if you go at the right time of day.
My most recent accomplishment was polishing off a jar of Nutella in one week. Yeah. It was like a compulsion. It was in the house, so I had to eat it. I was actually relieved when I took the last bite and threw the container in the trash. Mental Jennifer is mental.
In true JenontheRun fashion, I have a plan! Yesterday, while utilizing my time at work to the best of my abilities, I registered for the Zooma Austin Women's (even though men are allowed, which I think is lame, since it's billed as a women's race) Half Marathon http://www.zoomarun.com/austin.
There are 133 days until race day. I'm not tooootally out of shape, but I do weigh 220 pounds, so there's that. I did a fitness boot camp a couple months ago and was able to run a mile in 12:47, but I haven't run since then. I take that back. I've run twice.
Suffice it to say, I have not been doing a stellar job. Stay tuned to this blog to see how it turns out. Will Jennifer successfully run the half marathon in March 2010? Will Jennifer become the next contestant on the Biggest Loser? Will Jennifer drown in a vat of sweet tea?
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Two steps forward, three steps back...
Oh, man. I fell off the wagon *hard* after the triathlon last month. As I sit at my desk right now, I am wishing I could have worn sweats to work today, which tells me I have definitely gained weight. ::sigh:: I need to get back to it, dangit! I didn't put in all that hard work just so the lazy monster could come in and take back over.
Stupid lazy monster. It lives in me in a big way. So does the eating crappy food m
onster. The past two weeks have been pretty bad; Vegas last weekend (see: probably not sober picture), and lunch at work the past two days, and two cups of corn chowder on Tuesday night. Kill me. :(
onster. The past two weeks have been pretty bad; Vegas last weekend (see: probably not sober picture), and lunch at work the past two days, and two cups of corn chowder on Tuesday night. Kill me. :(I feel pretty disgusting. How do I get back on track and stop feeling like this? Step one is not eating either of the items I made for the two potlucks I am attending today. O_o Potlucks are cruel for the fat girl trying to lose weight. Cruel, I say!
Confession: I have not ridden my bike since the triathlon. There, I said it. ::hangs head::
My next triathlon is coming up really soon-in October. I know I have lost some amount of physical fitness, but I don't think it's too late to pull it together in time for the triathlon. No more screwing around, though.
If you see me eating something, slap it out of my hand. For pete's sake, I had Coldstone the other night.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
I am a triathlete... so now what?
Because I am sometimes a little slow on the uptake, I didn't realize until today how much of a toll not working out has taken on my mental state. My husband was out of town for most of the week, leaving me to tend to the boys, so I didn't get to work out at all until yesterday.
I swear it was the best run ever.
I've just had this cloud hanging over me since maybe last Tuesday or so. Worried, stressed, FAT, just all-around not great. Though I did manage to lose a couple of pounds while David was gone, so that was good, especially since I was up two pounds the day after the triathlon. I almost had a heart attack when I stepped on the scale that day. Wha? WHY? I am blaming water-retention. Ya? I mean, I didn't go out and eat my weight in ice cream right after the tri. So anyway.
I've been entertaining some pre
tty lofty ideas with regard to my future as a triathlizer. We're considering a move to Austin, TX within the next several months. I am not going to name it, but there is a certain triathlon that takes place in Austin during October of each year.
I'm thinking 2010 would be my year to do the race that shall not be named.
I'm going to begin following a much more, um, ambitious training program starting tomorrow. I've got a lot of weight to lose, and I don't want to waste energy carrying all this extra weight. So if you see me out at Coldstone or something, slap whatever I am eating out of my hand. Ignore the tears I will shed as I watch my sweet cream with peanut butter cups melt on the floor. I'll be ok.
I went to a birthday party for the son and daughter of my former college roomate (did you follow that?) yesterday, and I rocked my "Tri Mom" visor. Most people probably were wondering, "Um, she wants us to try her?" But I still thought it was cool. haha Don't mind the bra straps.
Tomorrow is a swim workout, possibly a run in the morning if I can drag ass out of bed early enough. The husband has a PFT in two weeks, so I need to make sure I don't hog all of the available workout time like I have over the past three months.
I have officially selected my next triathlon: The Subaru Women's Triathlon. It's a sprint distance. I am going to try to find an Olympic distance one to do after that. And I am definitely going to do the End of the Summer 4-Miler in August. I did it last year while training for the Carlsbad Half Marathon; it was a good run. Hopefully this year I will be faster. I'll be hopefully 30-35 pounds lighter by then than I was last August.
I swear it was the best run ever.
I've just had this cloud hanging over me since maybe last Tuesday or so. Worried, stressed, FAT, just all-around not great. Though I did manage to lose a couple of pounds while David was gone, so that was good, especially since I was up two pounds the day after the triathlon. I almost had a heart attack when I stepped on the scale that day. Wha? WHY? I am blaming water-retention. Ya? I mean, I didn't go out and eat my weight in ice cream right after the tri. So anyway.
I've been entertaining some pre
tty lofty ideas with regard to my future as a triathlizer. We're considering a move to Austin, TX within the next several months. I am not going to name it, but there is a certain triathlon that takes place in Austin during October of each year.I'm thinking 2010 would be my year to do the race that shall not be named.
I'm going to begin following a much more, um, ambitious training program starting tomorrow. I've got a lot of weight to lose, and I don't want to waste energy carrying all this extra weight. So if you see me out at Coldstone or something, slap whatever I am eating out of my hand. Ignore the tears I will shed as I watch my sweet cream with peanut butter cups melt on the floor. I'll be ok.
I went to a birthday party for the son and daughter of my former college roomate (did you follow that?) yesterday, and I rocked my "Tri Mom" visor. Most people probably were wondering, "Um, she wants us to try her?" But I still thought it was cool. haha Don't mind the bra straps.Tomorrow is a swim workout, possibly a run in the morning if I can drag ass out of bed early enough. The husband has a PFT in two weeks, so I need to make sure I don't hog all of the available workout time like I have over the past three months.
I have officially selected my next triathlon: The Subaru Women's Triathlon. It's a sprint distance. I am going to try to find an Olympic distance one to do after that. And I am definitely going to do the End of the Summer 4-Miler in August. I did it last year while training for the Carlsbad Half Marathon; it was a good run. Hopefully this year I will be faster. I'll be hopefully 30-35 pounds lighter by then than I was last August.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Triathlon Split times are up
Swim: 0:30:01
T-1: 0:03:38
Bike: 1:07:23
T-2: 0:02:03
Run: 0:45:34
Overall: 2:28:39
You know what? Not bad. I'll take it.
T-1: 0:03:38
Bike: 1:07:23
T-2: 0:02:03
Run: 0:45:34
Overall: 2:28:39
You know what? Not bad. I'll take it.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Carlsbad Triathlon Race Report!
Sooo... I did a little triathlon yesterday. :) I don't know where to start!
The night before: I made poppy seed chicken for dinner, because I was tired of pasta and rice has similar amounts of carbohydrates per serving to pasta. I set up a pseudo-transition area in my bedroom and then packed everything in color-coded Chico Bags (love them) and stuffed it all into my transition bag. I got to bed around 9, and then kept thinking of things I needed to do, but I was officially in bed by 9:50, after some, um, pre-race gastrointestinal issues.
Race Day: I was up and at 'em at 450, and out the door by 515. I got to the race site at 537, thanks to my Nascar-like driving skills. Super-early, but I am so glad I got there when I did. I found a parking spot a block and-a-half from the transition area. As I was getting my gear out of the Beetle, Margaret showed up and snagged a spot right across the street from me. More awesomeness.
As we headed over to the not-yet-open transition area, there were about 15 people in line. I thought, "wow, those are the crazy ones." Um. Then I got in line behind them, thus becoming one of them. Good times. The pay-off for getting there before the sun was awake is that we got great spots in the transition area.
They had the Athenas in the same area as the 40 and ups. Women kept coming up to me and saying, "NO WAY are you over forty!" Me: "No, no. Just fat." At first I just explained that I was in the athena group, but no one knew what that was, so I started being more, um, descriptive about it.
Since we got there so early, we had nearly
two hours before our waves took off. We went through the porta-john line a couple of times for fun. Margaret and I cruised around, checked out the water temp (cold!) and bounced back and forth between her transition area and mine. We met a woman who was making the Carlsbad Triathlon her comeback-her first triathlon in four years. She had recently beaten breast cancer. It's a good thing I didn't just cry right there, 'cause I almost did. I saw her afterward and we exchanged "good jobs" and all that good stuff. She had an Ironman tattoo. Ironman tattoos on women are hot.
As if by magic, it was all of a sudden time to head to the start. Maybe later. Margaret and I went back and forth on a very important issue: wear our pants to the starting line and risk losing them, or bare all and walk down the beach in our bathing suits. My love for my black fleece pants surpassed my modesty, so made the walk in my suit. David showed up around that
time, but could only stand up on top of the bluff, so there are several horrible pictures of me from behind that will never, ever see the light of day. Actually, they're on Flickr, if you're in a stalking mood, but I am not going to post them here. I realized that I forgot to take off my ring, so I ran up the stairs to give it to David. While I was running up, I was trying to dig it out of my sports bra pocket, so my hand was all up in my boobs. One guy was looking at me funny, so I said, "Excuse me, I'm trying to get my wedding ring out," and he laughed. Anyway.
Short bus moment of the morning: I thought Marg's wave was about to go off, so I screamed out, "GO MARGAREEETTTTTT!" And then the wave in front of hers started. oops. She was only about ten feet in front of me, which made the screaming more awesome.
The swim: Ok, so for those of you playing along at home, you may remember that I had been sick all week. Sore throat and
cough, fun stuff. The moment I was all the way in the water, my chest constricted and the wheezing began. I struggled to catch my breath during the entire swim. It really sucked. I don't know my time yet, but I imagine I was at least ten minutes slower than normal due to all breaststroking I had to do. Once I rounded the first buoy, I remembered that I am a fast backstroker, so I flipped over and did that for awhile, and managed to pass a few people and catch up to a few more people. About halfway through, I finally got my breathing under control and was able to do freestyle. I caught a few more people that way. Gladly, I was not the last person out of the water. I have a very fragile self-esteem.
As I got out of the water, I had a little case of the woozies, but nothing too bad. I honestly don't even remember what I was thinking. Probably mostly relief that the swim was over and that I was now able to participate in activities that didn't require me to put my face in water. And why is this sand so damn hard to run through? Do those lifeguards think I am fat? Seriously, what is with this sand?
The Bike: And then I was on my bike! As I was in the transition area, it all felt so surreal. I don't feel like I was thinking, I was just following my plan and doing what I needed to do to get out of there and on my bike. I made the choice to leave my heart rate monitor, because what I
was mostly concerned about was being able to keep track of times, and the watch part was already mounted on my bike. I stuffed part of a Clif Bar under my bra strap and I was off.
I was by myself a lot during the bike, but I managed to catch five or six people, which was cool. There was a woman in front of me on a mountain bike who kept alternating between all-out sprinting and omg slow riding. It was killing me to be behind her. We played tag for awhile, but I didn't manage to leave her behind for good until the second lap. She probably ended up passing me on the run, but I was glad she wasn't in front of me anymore on the bike.
As I approached the turnaround on the first lap, my bike refused to shift out of the large chain ring. Problem! I rode about a mile and-a-half feeling a little helpless. I was resigning myself to a crappy bike ride, when BAM! Someone actually read-ended me! WTF? I cried out and kind of braced myself for what would surely be a horrible fall, but it never came. The woman who hit me apologized profusely, saying she had looked down for a second and didn't see me. Then she left
me behind. Proof that God can show up wherever he wants: the rear-ending fixed my bike! I was about to have a celebration right there on the side of the road. Instead, I concentrated on catching the people I could see in front of me. Then the bike was over! A couple of co-workers and my husband were there, cheering, which was great.
On the bike, I passed an 85 year-old man. I wanted to say something, but I didn't even know what to say, I was so overcome by his awesomeness. I should have said something. I stared, instead.
The bike-ro-run transition was more mindless plan-following. I took the water bottle off of my bike because I hadn'tdrank drunk imbibed very much on the bike, and I also wanted to have a gel.
The run: Ow! I'm not a fast runner, so I didn't expect to be blazing out of the transition area, but I was pretty slow. My calves started cramping up immediately, which told me I should have grabbed a banana instead of a gel. I run/walked the first half-mile. Once I got up to street level (the first part was on a paved path along the sand), I brained my way through the pain and found a pace. It helped that the San Diego Tri Club was right at the top of that little hill. They didn't know who I was, but they cheered me like they did. Thanks, guys. :)
I passed the finish line around mile one. David was there to tell me that I was 1/3 of the way
done. Not so helpful, but he meant well. haha I'm not gonna lie: the run was really slow. Probably half of the people I passed on the bike passed me on the run.
Once I got to the turnaround, the finish line, although still a mile away, was visible. That kept me going. The voices in my head were warring the whole time. "Waallkk!" "No. You can see the finish line. Keep going!" etc, etc. I am proud to say that I didn't walk (you know, except for that part at the beginning). As I approached the finish line, I curse the race directors for the uphill finish. MEAN! But, hey, there's the finish line! Approaching the finish, I felt the same way I felt running on the sand after the swim. Is it getting any closer? It doesn't seem like it's getting closer. OMG, is that chafing I feel? Crap. Seriously, where is the damn finish line?
And then I was there! And I was a triathlete. And now I am crying a little. :')
In case you're wondering: there will definitely be more triathlons in my future. I am looking forward to improving and losing more weight and having more fun. It's gonna be awesome.
You can do it, too, ok? I promise you can.
The night before: I made poppy seed chicken for dinner, because I was tired of pasta and rice has similar amounts of carbohydrates per serving to pasta. I set up a pseudo-transition area in my bedroom and then packed everything in color-coded Chico Bags (love them) and stuffed it all into my transition bag. I got to bed around 9, and then kept thinking of things I needed to do, but I was officially in bed by 9:50, after some, um, pre-race gastrointestinal issues.
Race Day: I was up and at 'em at 450, and out the door by 515. I got to the race site at 537, thanks to my Nascar-like driving skills. Super-early, but I am so glad I got there when I did. I found a parking spot a block and-a-half from the transition area. As I was getting my gear out of the Beetle, Margaret showed up and snagged a spot right across the street from me. More awesomeness.
As we headed over to the not-yet-open transition area, there were about 15 people in line. I thought, "wow, those are the crazy ones." Um. Then I got in line behind them, thus becoming one of them. Good times. The pay-off for getting there before the sun was awake is that we got great spots in the transition area.
They had the Athenas in the same area as the 40 and ups. Women kept coming up to me and saying, "NO WAY are you over forty!" Me: "No, no. Just fat." At first I just explained that I was in the athena group, but no one knew what that was, so I started being more, um, descriptive about it.
Since we got there so early, we had nearly
two hours before our waves took off. We went through the porta-john line a couple of times for fun. Margaret and I cruised around, checked out the water temp (cold!) and bounced back and forth between her transition area and mine. We met a woman who was making the Carlsbad Triathlon her comeback-her first triathlon in four years. She had recently beaten breast cancer. It's a good thing I didn't just cry right there, 'cause I almost did. I saw her afterward and we exchanged "good jobs" and all that good stuff. She had an Ironman tattoo. Ironman tattoos on women are hot.As if by magic, it was all of a sudden time to head to the start. Maybe later. Margaret and I went back and forth on a very important issue: wear our pants to the starting line and risk losing them, or bare all and walk down the beach in our bathing suits. My love for my black fleece pants surpassed my modesty, so made the walk in my suit. David showed up around that
time, but could only stand up on top of the bluff, so there are several horrible pictures of me from behind that will never, ever see the light of day. Actually, they're on Flickr, if you're in a stalking mood, but I am not going to post them here. I realized that I forgot to take off my ring, so I ran up the stairs to give it to David. While I was running up, I was trying to dig it out of my sports bra pocket, so my hand was all up in my boobs. One guy was looking at me funny, so I said, "Excuse me, I'm trying to get my wedding ring out," and he laughed. Anyway.Short bus moment of the morning: I thought Marg's wave was about to go off, so I screamed out, "GO MARGAREEETTTTTT!" And then the wave in front of hers started. oops. She was only about ten feet in front of me, which made the screaming more awesome.
The swim: Ok, so for those of you playing along at home, you may remember that I had been sick all week. Sore throat and
cough, fun stuff. The moment I was all the way in the water, my chest constricted and the wheezing began. I struggled to catch my breath during the entire swim. It really sucked. I don't know my time yet, but I imagine I was at least ten minutes slower than normal due to all breaststroking I had to do. Once I rounded the first buoy, I remembered that I am a fast backstroker, so I flipped over and did that for awhile, and managed to pass a few people and catch up to a few more people. About halfway through, I finally got my breathing under control and was able to do freestyle. I caught a few more people that way. Gladly, I was not the last person out of the water. I have a very fragile self-esteem.As I got out of the water, I had a little case of the woozies, but nothing too bad. I honestly don't even remember what I was thinking. Probably mostly relief that the swim was over and that I was now able to participate in activities that didn't require me to put my face in water. And why is this sand so damn hard to run through? Do those lifeguards think I am fat? Seriously, what is with this sand?
The Bike: And then I was on my bike! As I was in the transition area, it all felt so surreal. I don't feel like I was thinking, I was just following my plan and doing what I needed to do to get out of there and on my bike. I made the choice to leave my heart rate monitor, because what I
was mostly concerned about was being able to keep track of times, and the watch part was already mounted on my bike. I stuffed part of a Clif Bar under my bra strap and I was off.I was by myself a lot during the bike, but I managed to catch five or six people, which was cool. There was a woman in front of me on a mountain bike who kept alternating between all-out sprinting and omg slow riding. It was killing me to be behind her. We played tag for awhile, but I didn't manage to leave her behind for good until the second lap. She probably ended up passing me on the run, but I was glad she wasn't in front of me anymore on the bike.
As I approached the turnaround on the first lap, my bike refused to shift out of the large chain ring. Problem! I rode about a mile and-a-half feeling a little helpless. I was resigning myself to a crappy bike ride, when BAM! Someone actually read-ended me! WTF? I cried out and kind of braced myself for what would surely be a horrible fall, but it never came. The woman who hit me apologized profusely, saying she had looked down for a second and didn't see me. Then she left
me behind. Proof that God can show up wherever he wants: the rear-ending fixed my bike! I was about to have a celebration right there on the side of the road. Instead, I concentrated on catching the people I could see in front of me. Then the bike was over! A couple of co-workers and my husband were there, cheering, which was great.On the bike, I passed an 85 year-old man. I wanted to say something, but I didn't even know what to say, I was so overcome by his awesomeness. I should have said something. I stared, instead.
The bike-ro-run transition was more mindless plan-following. I took the water bottle off of my bike because I hadn't
The run: Ow! I'm not a fast runner, so I didn't expect to be blazing out of the transition area, but I was pretty slow. My calves started cramping up immediately, which told me I should have grabbed a banana instead of a gel. I run/walked the first half-mile. Once I got up to street level (the first part was on a paved path along the sand), I brained my way through the pain and found a pace. It helped that the San Diego Tri Club was right at the top of that little hill. They didn't know who I was, but they cheered me like they did. Thanks, guys. :)
I passed the finish line around mile one. David was there to tell me that I was 1/3 of the way
done. Not so helpful, but he meant well. haha I'm not gonna lie: the run was really slow. Probably half of the people I passed on the bike passed me on the run.Once I got to the turnaround, the finish line, although still a mile away, was visible. That kept me going. The voices in my head were warring the whole time. "Waallkk!" "No. You can see the finish line. Keep going!" etc, etc. I am proud to say that I didn't walk (you know, except for that part at the beginning). As I approached the finish line, I curse the race directors for the uphill finish. MEAN! But, hey, there's the finish line! Approaching the finish, I felt the same way I felt running on the sand after the swim. Is it getting any closer? It doesn't seem like it's getting closer. OMG, is that chafing I feel? Crap. Seriously, where is the damn finish line?
And then I was there! And I was a triathlete. And now I am crying a little. :')In case you're wondering: there will definitely be more triathlons in my future. I am looking forward to improving and losing more weight and having more fun. It's gonna be awesome.
You can do it, too, ok? I promise you can.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Two Steps Forward, Three Steps Back
Man, did I ever fall off the wagon over the Independence Day weekend. :/ I had been doing so well, and I suppose what I ate wasn't horrible, but it certainly wasn't exemplary eating.
When I mess up with eating like that, I tend to be way harder on myself than is probably necessary. I'm very gloom and doom, you know? I had pizza at Costco on Saturday. Not even an entire piece, but I am still kicking myself. I also made ice cream two times over the weekend, and of course I ate some of that. Oh, and brownies. Phew. I feel like I just confessed. It could have been worse.
I worked out on Thursday, took Friday off, worked out Saturday, and took Sunday off. I am afraid to weigh myself. I need to stop it! It is hard to make myself understand that one weekend of questionable eating is not going to undo all of the hard work I have put in, however crappy I feel afterward. It does remind me that junk food is not the stuff of which successful athletic performance is made. So anyway.
On the heels of that weekend and all of my self-doubting, my triathlon outfit came today. Oh, man. The shorts give new meaning to the term "muffin top." Wedding cake top? The only way I look ok from the front is when I pull the shorts up to "mom jean" height, but then terms like "camel toe" come to mind. I bought my tight tri outfit, and now I must run uncomfortably in it. Ug. It's so cute, though! Until I put it on.
All in good time, right? All in good time. Five months ago, the outfit probably wouldn't have fit me at all. Just because I don't look good in a tight outfit made entirely of shiny spandex, doesn't mean I haven't made any progress at all. It sure feels that way, but I know it's not true.
Race day is Sunday. I'll be there and I'll be ready. I just need to get past this little mind game I've got going on.
When I mess up with eating like that, I tend to be way harder on myself than is probably necessary. I'm very gloom and doom, you know? I had pizza at Costco on Saturday. Not even an entire piece, but I am still kicking myself. I also made ice cream two times over the weekend, and of course I ate some of that. Oh, and brownies. Phew. I feel like I just confessed. It could have been worse.
I worked out on Thursday, took Friday off, worked out Saturday, and took Sunday off. I am afraid to weigh myself. I need to stop it! It is hard to make myself understand that one weekend of questionable eating is not going to undo all of the hard work I have put in, however crappy I feel afterward. It does remind me that junk food is not the stuff of which successful athletic performance is made. So anyway.
On the heels of that weekend and all of my self-doubting, my triathlon outfit came today. Oh, man. The shorts give new meaning to the term "muffin top." Wedding cake top? The only way I look ok from the front is when I pull the shorts up to "mom jean" height, but then terms like "camel toe" come to mind. I bought my tight tri outfit, and now I must run uncomfortably in it. Ug. It's so cute, though! Until I put it on.
All in good time, right? All in good time. Five months ago, the outfit probably wouldn't have fit me at all. Just because I don't look good in a tight outfit made entirely of shiny spandex, doesn't mean I haven't made any progress at all. It sure feels that way, but I know it's not true.
Race day is Sunday. I'll be there and I'll be ready. I just need to get past this little mind game I've got going on.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Braveheart Brick Session
I came thisclose to missing the Braveheart brick session today, due to plain ol' laziness. I arrived late, so there weren't any of the loaner trainers left, so I ended up doing the bike intervals up and down E. Mission Bay Drive.
The workout:
Ten minute warm-up jog (most of which I missed), followed by a five minute warm-up spin
The bike intervals this time were nine minutes long. Two minutes race-pace, one minute in a hard gear, lather, rinse, repeat.
After the bike interval, we ran the course that was laid out. I ran less, but everyone else ran three-1/4 mile laps the first set, then 2 laps, then one lap for the last set.
Leslie and her husband Simon (of Braveheart Fitness Coaching) are SO nice and helpful and encouraging. Simon brought his tools today so he could take a look at my gears, becaus
e a couple were making noises, and the chain popped off a couple of times last week. He didn't end up needing to do anything, but it was really cool that he remembered to bring his tools to help me. :)
Tomorrow I am going to run three miles, Saturday I should do a swim workout, then begins the taper. I have gone from having panic attacks to being almost pretty sure I can do it. I know I can do it. It is going to be great. DFL or not. :)
Happy Independence Day, everyone!
The workout:
Ten minute warm-up jog (most of which I missed), followed by a five minute warm-up spin
The bike intervals this time were nine minutes long. Two minutes race-pace, one minute in a hard gear, lather, rinse, repeat.
After the bike interval, we ran the course that was laid out. I ran less, but everyone else ran three-1/4 mile laps the first set, then 2 laps, then one lap for the last set.
Leslie and her husband Simon (of Braveheart Fitness Coaching) are SO nice and helpful and encouraging. Simon brought his tools today so he could take a look at my gears, becaus
e a couple were making noises, and the chain popped off a couple of times last week. He didn't end up needing to do anything, but it was really cool that he remembered to bring his tools to help me. :)Tomorrow I am going to run three miles, Saturday I should do a swim workout, then begins the taper. I have gone from having panic attacks to being almost pretty sure I can do it. I know I can do it. It is going to be great. DFL or not. :)
Happy Independence Day, everyone!
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