Thursday, July 31, 2008
Anyway, all ranting aside, this was a great workout. We did an out-and-back swim that totaled at 1 mile. We paused (but not for too long) at the 1/4 mile out-bound buoy to let the group collect, at which point Rocky (fearless, fat-free, very tan Ironman triathlete) pointed at me and said "You'll lead the group to the 1/2 mile buoy and I'll bring up the rear." D and I arrived first to the 1/4 mile buoy and I'm sure of the two of us I was picked because I was wearing a wetsuit and my super cool pink pirate swim cap while D was wearing her sad ol' swim suit. (D is of course a stronger swimmer than I, so I consider this further proof that if you are willing to spend the money in tri, you can buy a look of proficiency beyond your actual skill set.)
I am, no joke, a piss poor sighter. I'm really working on it, but I'm not there yet, and Danielle knows this. Bobbing around, 1/4 mile from land, D and I both started laughing at the prospect of my zig-zag approach to open water swimming leading a group anywhere. Mercifully, D did not blurt out my failings, but tidily took the lead a few yards into the second leg. So I got to work on my sighting, but without the pressure of being the lead dog.
As it turns out, a lot of people had trouble sighting on the second buoy. I was getting very discouraged. It felt like that damn little white think off in the distance wasn't getting any bigger. Seriously, no exaggeration, I felt like maybe by the time we reached the buoy we might be in Kenmore. After my concerns started nagging me I started sighting more frequently, and at one pint Rocky (fearless leader) pulled up alongside and said: "Where is that buoy?" I pointed it out and said, "It's there, straight ahead, but I swear it's not getting any bigger." "Just keep focusing on your form," he said, " and it will be here before you know it."
We swam a bit more and then D stopped and turned back at me: "I can't find the buoy." It's right there, I said, pointing at the distant white thing that still seemed interminably far away. "I still don't see it," said D. At this point Rocky came swimming up. "There it is!" he said, "You made it!" pointing at the buoy. The buoy he was pointing at was probably 5 yards away. It was a buoy I hadn't seen the entire swim. As it turns out, I had been sighting on a very large white building located on the opposite shore several miles away. No wonder it never seemed to be getting any closer!
I just had to laugh. It's really a miracle I didn't swim in a circle. Nonetheless, I do believe I was heading relatively straight towards that building the entire time. After regrouping at the 1/2 mile mark, we headed off back to shore, and I got so distracted working on stroke mechanics "catch-up; high-elbow/catch-up; high-elbow" that I sighted to the far side of the swimming area, not the little cove around the corner where we were actually exiting. So I lost a bit of time on the exit, but was more or less on pace with D. She had the good sense to wear a watch, so I know we were at about 16:30 for each 1/2 mile split. 33 minute mile in open water - not too bad.
We only had about 15 minutes once we got out of the water and onto our bikes, so we did hill repeats. My bike was soaking wet, but luckily the rain had stopped for a while. We did three moderate hill climbs, staying in the saddle the whole ride but gearing down (or is it up? whichever way makes it harder to push the peddles) on each repeat and attempting to maintain our original cadence. Something clicked on this and I felt good. I started off towards the back, but by the end of the third repeat I had lapped several people. Must have been that work with Ian - hill shock therapy!
All in all, a great workout!
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
So I checked in at the Crossfit Main Site and what could the WOD be? Oh, a nice easy 15K run. Uh, yeah, that's just shy of 9.5 miles, and about 4 miles longer than anything I've done before. But I decide this fairly unusual WOD is a sign from the fitness gods that I need a good, solid, self-inflicted ass whuppin'. So I drop my kiddo off at school, leave my car at her school (I know I have to be back to pick her up in three hours, and being carless basically guarantees that I will finish the miles, taxi's being few and far between in my town) and head out.
Before I left to drop my daughter off, I'd jotted off a quick route on mapmyrun.com that came in at 10 miles/16.1 K. I couldn't figure out a clean way to shave 1 K off the map, and needed to get going, so I took a long look at the map (didn't print it) and went with what I had.
The first 2 miles felt good. I was really working on my Pose running technique, and during a few of the earlier, gentle downhills I really connected with what it should feel like (feet just moving up and down; no particular work to make forward momentum happen). I kept consciously engaging my transversus abdominis and rolling my shoulders back and down. When I did this I felt like it was a lot easier to get a proper lean from the ankle, which felt like a leading with the chest more than a lean, but certainly made it easier to keep momentum going and foot striking under my center of gravity.
At around mile 1 I started making a plan for walking breaks. I planned on a one minute walk break for every 10 minutes of running, and kept this going for more or less the first 4 miles. At mile five, the walk breaks became more frequent, but I was back in more familiar territory. I had the Gu I brought, which seemed to help, but my renewed pep was thwarted when a very cute, small white dog started following me.
The dog was clearly well taken care of, but a quick glance at his collar revealed him to be about 5 blocks from home. Well, maybe I was just looking for an excuse to take a break, but the next 25 minutes was me wandering around this neighborhood, 20# dog in arms, looking for his house. After a consult with a neighbor, I was eventually pointed to the the right house, and returned the dog back to his not-quite-as-grateful-as-I-hoped neighbor. This caused me to change my route slightly, but after a 25 minute rest (walking up and down hills holding a dog was my rest) I was back on target, and quickly reconnected with my planned route.
Mile 6 was a flat chunk of road I run fairly regularly, so it felt really good, but mile 7 turned straight vertical and stayed that way for about 1.5 miles. I got a brief flat reprieve at around mile 8.5, but by mile 9 the hills were back. The last couple miles were a total mix: on the bad side, lots of breaks that happened because my body just...stopped...for...a...minute, and an unexpected hill at the end that made me curse quite loudly and fight back a tear, but I plodded up it in slo-mo. On the good side, I told myself to finish strong and I did, kicking it up to a respectable clip for the last .5 mile.
So I finished. My clock time was 2:33, which is approximately an hour longer than I'd like, but when you factor out the 25 minute dog return and factor in that I ended up doing 11.38 miles (18.31 K), I figure my actual run time is closer to 130 minute, or about 11.5 minutes per mile. By the way, how did I end up putting in that extra 3K, you might wonder? Well, I made an unplanned turn early in my run when I felt all fresh and shit, and ended up connecting up with one of my cross streets further down the road than I'd planned. That added some distance, as did the adjustment I made to my route do to the doggy-go-round. So when I re-drew my route after I got home, I was shocked to discover I worked a bit harder than I needed to.
All things considered, I don't feel too bad for this one. I'm tired, but not dead, and I definitely think I did the right thing taking it slow with the pace. Those knee joints don't just grow on trees, ya know. And I really don't want a repeat of "Erica goes too hard and makes herself sick." More like, "Erica goes just hard enough to make herself a better runner." Now speed work will come with intervals! Ha! Get some, go again!
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Here's how last week has looked:
Monday: recovery day from bike ride; promptly got sick
Wednesday: Crossfit WOD (push jerk); sick
Friday: Crossfit Personal Training Session (~60 minutes of swings, deadlifts & presses); still sick. Had to pause mid-way through an 8 min max round WOD, and the trainer must have thought I was going to pass out, because he switched out my 35# kettlebell for a 24#er when I wasn't looking. I think the 4 days of minimal eating really caught up with me as soon as I attempted exertion for any sustained amount of time.
Sat: sick; but starting to feel better. Ate today.
Sun: Swim Clinic (60 minute). Felt better after clinic; decided the time was right to start easing back into my training.
Mon: When I say easing back, I mean easy, damnit. Did a ~30 min bike ride (some hill work) + 90 minute walk
Tuesday (today): 1 mile open water swim in the heaviest swells I've ever dealt with. Did 125 yd repeats, building like this: 125; 125; 250; 250; 375; 125; 250 + several back and forths for sighting drills that added at least another 100 yds. Total = 1600
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Push jerk 3-3-3-3-3 reps
Post loads to comments.Warmed up with 8 reps @ bar
65 x 3
75 x 3
85 x 3
95 x 3
105 x 2 (failed at rep 3)
105 x 3
110 x 1
110 x 1
110 x 1
I think I really am getting sick. On Monday I thought I was just whipped from the bike ride, but now I think I've got a low grade flu. I'm having really bad stomach pain and heartburn, I don't want to eat and when I do food tastes weird. Weird. I'm just trying to rest so I can get back on the program asap. I hate unplanned tapering. :(
Monday, July 21, 2008
So a bit of background: Ian and I have known each other for roughly ever. I'm pretty sure he came to my first grade birthday, and we went through those awkward years called middle school as pretty good friends. But life, as it does, rolls on, and for the past several years I've been busy, being a mom and growing a business. Meanwhile, Ian's been growing his own very successful career and has kept himself incredibly busy. The upshot is that it had been quite a few years since we'd really connected or had anything beyond our childhood memories to talk about. But I do remember one phone call about 3 years ago, when I told Ian I was just starting to take a Pilates class at the rec center and he said he'd purchased a bike and was getting into bike commuting.
So fast forward 3 years and Ian's become quite an accomplished long-distance cyclist with the absolute ideal strength:weight ratio for hill climbing. He tackled STP in one day and said it was, you know, not too bad, and now he's thinking about taking on the Paris-Brest-Paris. Meanwhile, I'm surprising myself at how much I'm enjoying the constant challenge of crossfit and triathlon. So after our ride yesterday at lunch we talked a little about our rapidly approaching 30th birthday's, and how that landmark year is a bit easier to swallow since we're both in absolutely the best shape of our lives.
It got me thinking: neither of us were exactly athletic in our youth. I leaned towards chunky and hedonistic and Ian, though always extremely lean, didn't have the same long-distance wireyness that he now displays. What compels a couple of book worms to make a physical challenge such an important and (dare I say) cherished part of their lives?
I think for me (and I make it a rule never to speak for Ian) the answer comes in part from having never been an athlete. I never defined myself through athleticism or physical achievements in my youth, focusing instead on academic successes. So my foray into fitness was quite tentative at first. I wasn't "diving back into" something I did in High School. I was dipping my big toe into waters that were a bit foreign, a bit scary (the water analogy in my case is quite apt: swimming terrified me).
But overcoming that fear and working for success in something totally new filled me with a kind of pride that the academic success of my youth just didn't. I was expected to do well in school. It was assumed, and when I did, the success wasn't a particularly big deal. Which is not to say that I didn't occasionally work very hard in school; just that the outcome of that work was never particularly surprising or, to be frank, gratifying.
I remember a particularly challenging spin class. I had pushed myself pretty hard through hill intervals and glanced over at the mirrored wall. I was dripping sweat, half stripped-down to my sports bra, and grinning like a maniac. I just kept thinking - I can't believe I can do this! I can't believe my body can do this. I was ludicrously happy to be able to push my body in a spin class because I knew there was a time my mind would have abandoned the challenge.
I have found, as I grow in my fitness that I continue to run up against things that scare me-- swimming, particularly in a lake or open water situation, terrified me. Overcoming those fears has has a physical but also mental consequence. I now look at almost all any physical skills and think, "you know, with enough time....the right training....I could DO that," instead of, "Who DOES that?" And at the end of the day, it's just really, really fun to keep learning.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
All of my rides thus far have been on flat and fast paved trail rides that top out at around 25 miles, because I pull my kiddo in a trailer behind me when I ride. The trail means no cars, which is an important safety consideration I just won't compromise on when I have my child behind me. The flat is important because with the extra 70 pounds of weight to pull, every tiny uphill gets me up out of the saddle and just brutalizes me.
So I avoid hills and cars, and consequently am not comfortable with either.
Today was the day to push past that, and I knew that only way to get comfortable riding in traffic and push my legs past their comfort zone was to get onto the road, so I went out without the trailer or the kiddo. Luckily, I had a very knowledgeable guide in my friend Ian, who led me through unfamiliar territory and doled out a fair number of bike riding tips along the way.
We met up at the U Village and started off on the Burke-Gilman (familiar territory for any Seattle cyclist), following it north until it transparently joined the Sammamish River Trail (my home turf and definitely the most comfortable portion of the ride for me) at the North end of Lake Washington (paused at Log Boom Park to pee. I mean, ahem, for a comfort stop). At the end of the SRT in Marymoor park we turned south and followed East Lake Sammamish Pkwy along the east side of Lake Sammamish (duh) to Issaquah, where we made our first longer stop, pausing to get a cup of coffee at a little cafe.
At this point the terrain had been pretty non-intimidating: relatively gentle rolling hills, wide shoulders and few cars. In Issaquah the roads got a lot more crowded, and there was a lot more stopping and starting at red lights (a great chance for me to work on clipping and unclipping, but very nearly humiliating on several occasions when I almost fell. But not quite. Ian was really cool through all this traffic, and had me go ahead of him for my safety but yelled out turns, lane changes and such info as I needed to navigate the unfamiliar area.
Once we were safely past the bulk of the town traffic, Ian took the lead again and let us through the wandering residential neighborhoods of lower Cougar Mountain. After some time, we crossed NE 150th and rode SE 36th (a long smooth wonderful downhill) along I-90 to the I-90 trail.
The first part of I-90 heading west was a short-and-steep hill, then a clear and defined path onto Mercer Island. Now, I'm sure once you've ridden I-90 a few times, it becomes totally obvious where the trail is and where one should go, but I would have been lost (literally) without Ian around Mercer Island. It's possible Ian was leading us through a bit more of a residential route than the official trail runs (I honestly don't know) but I was surprised that the trail across Mercer Island seems to be just a road ride without any specific "trail" markings.
Once we were back onto the I-90 bridge, the ride was flat but I found it surprisingly intimidating to ride so close to the water. I knew there was no way I could crash into the lake (there is a fence, after all) but that doesn't mean I didn't have nightmare visions of somehow losing control, catching my front tire between the partition bars and flipping over that fence. The entire bridge portion I was telling myself "just go straight, just go straight, just go straight...."
The end of the I-90 trail off the bridge is a series of short but progressively steeper inclines. There's a mild uphill that (to my tired legs) seemed to go on forever, but was probably only 100 yards or so, then a few series of steeper switchbacks that further burned my quads. Then, with no momentum at all, you turn off the trail and up a vertical cliff of a road. I was in my absolute lowest, granniest gear and made it about half-way up this short incline when I almost fell over and had to bail out and walk my bike up the rest of the hill. I think if I could have gotten a good stand on it, the road wouldn't have been so bad, but I just couldn't stand. When I tried my thighs shook and I fell back into the saddle.
From the top of the hill was a nice series of downhills into Lechi and onto Lake Washington Blvd. This is an area where bikes out-number cars, and most of the cars have loaded bike racks on them anyway, so it's a pretty comfortable area to deal with traffic. Despite the bike friendly and scenic location, I was pretty burned at this point--it was mile 50--and I asked Ian what the end game looked like. I fully expected him to say we had another 20 miles to go (how the geography on that would work out, I do not know), so when he said it was about 5 miles to the end, it was like I had received a personal benediction from the pope. (Ian, that simile's for you.)
From Lake Washington we ascended up a few moderate hills and switchbacks, but the knowledge that the end was in sight made them easier. We joined up with the Lake Washington Loop, a well signed jaunt through residential back roads that kicked us out at the NW end of the Arboretum. We merged onto Mountlake, took an overpass up to the Burke-Gilman, and were back at my car in no time.
All in all, a great first half-century. Ian was a great ride leader, and was really classy about not mocking me when I almost fell over or slowed to 8 and 9 mph on the hills while he was rocking them out at 13 and 14 mph.
I wonder if I could do 100.... ;)
Saturday, July 19, 2008
The water was warm, and of the 8 or so people attending, 3 were wearing swimsuits (including D, who really needs a littler suit) and the rest wore wetsuits, so it was about even. The swim leader pointed downshore and said we were going to swim out that way until 7:35, then turn back. So we did. I swam like a pinball; my sighting is so bad I bumbed D several times as we were swimming abreast, and on the return trip I swam into another guy. Sighting is tough for me; I need to get in the pool and work on integrating sighting more fluidly into my stroke. As it is, I feel like I have to choose between a nice rhythmic stroke I can relax into and...um...knowing where I'm going. Bad choice to have to make.
But all in all I felt okay. Not real panicky, though I did switch to an every-two-stroke breathing cycle. I think that was another reason I kept pulling to the side. I got out of the water third or fourth...maybe a minute behind the first person, so a mid-pack finish but one I'm totally happy with at this point.
The soreness of my shoulders and lats after the workout tells me I was inefficient in my stroke and was trying to use my arms to muscle through the intimidation of the open water. Things to work on: sighting; complete body rotation in the water, even with a wetsuit on; follow-through of the stroke; sighting; keeping up a nice mellow two-beat kick even with the wetsuit on; rhythmic breathing incorporated into sighting. And, oh, did I mention sighting?
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Needed to get the drivers side mirror on my car fixed; also needed to be at the optometrist (inside Costco) for an exam and new contacts. The car place and Costco were about 2.5 miles apart, so I dropped off my car and ran to my optometry appointment.
Running back to the car wasn't so fun: there were a lot more cars along Aurora; it had warmed up; and most significantly I had my pupils dialated for the eye exam. I ran out of Costco (hadn't thought to bring sun glasses) and the first white car I saw was like staring directly at the sun. Before the pain of retinal burn forced me to shield my eyes, it was kinda trippy walking around the parking lot feeling like my brain was about 3 F-Stops overexposed.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Deadlift 5-5-5-5-5 reps
I'm not doing these right. Not stable enough. Lauren gave me some awesome pointers, but I have yet to implement her advice on heavyish loads. This is a tough exercise for me, especially trying to pull from the floor with tight hamstrings. Need to work on it, though: there's hardly a lift that's more universally applicable. I mean, we need to pick things up off the ground all the time, right?No cardio yet, hoping to get in a PM run.
Update: I definitely did those deadlifts W-R-O-N-G. Lower back is all sore today, and hamstrings are tight but comfortable...as if to say, "hah hah, you lifted 165 pounds with stabilizer muscles and totally let me off the hook." Bastards.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
AM: Crossfit WOD for Monday 080714
Four rounds for time of:
Run 400 meters
Total Time: About 16 minutes. Would like to see this at about 13 minutes. Ran in my spanky new track shoes for the first time, and man were they great. Kept me up on my toes: the first 50 or 100 meters it felt like I was flying. Then I got a little tired, and as I came down off the front of my toes a bit, their awesomeness lessened but didn't totally go away.PM: Crossfit WOD for Sunday 080713
PM: Crossfit WOD for Sunday 080713
15 Handstand push-ups
1 L Pull-up
13 Handstand push-ups
3 L Pull-ups
11 Handstand push-ups
5 L Pull-ups
9 Handstand push-ups
7 L Pull-ups
7 Handstand push-ups
9 L Pull-ups
5 Handstand push-ups
11 L Pull-ups
3 Handstand push-ups
13 L Pull-ups
1 Handstand push-up
15 L Pull-ups
For time.Subbed acute angle push-ups with my shins against a smith bar racked high.
Subbed Chin-Ups with feet in L position against smith rar. Grip was tough: my hands weren't around a bar, but around the wide rectangular metal frame of the smith machine, so it was a bit like holding onto a piece of 4x4 lumber.
Total Time: Dunno; felt like maybe 10 or 12 minutes with the mod's. Not too long. I attempted this as Rx and it would have taken me all freakin day. I am not in love with Xfit WODs that are composed entirely of things I cannot do at all, or can only do one of when I'm feeling really fresh and chipper. But I still love you, Crossfit! Kisses!
So here's mine:
101 Things About Me (as of July 15, 2008)
1. I wake up every morning to a caramel soy latte on the bedside table, made by my husband. God I'm lucky.
2. I really do think my daughter is the smartest, most amazing child to have ever lived. God I'm lucky.
3. I am not planning on having another child.
4. I think about having another child, and reserve the right to change my mind about #3.
5. I stopped eating meat and dairy after I read The China Study.
6. Going sorta-vegan was purely a health decision. I do not have an inherent ethical problem with the eating of animals.
7. I have a lot of ethical problems with factory farming and how animals in the U.S. are raised for food. A lot.
8. I still eat a lot of seafood and, very, very occasionally, lamb or duck. I really am the world's worst vegan.
9. For nutritional purposes, I overlook dairy if it's in desserts.
10. For nutritional purposes, I overlook dairy if it's in Indian food.
11. Cutting out cheese and milk wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, but I really miss yogurt.
12. Even though I'm a good mom, I feel really guilty for the amount of time I spend on "me" things: my business, fitness, garden, training, etc...
13. My husband helps out a lot around the house but is not allowed to do laundry except for towels and his underwear.
14. I weigh myself every day. I weigh 155 pounds, and have for over a year.
15. At my heaviest, I was over 260 pounds. But I was pregnant. Not counting my pregnancy, at my heaviest I was around 205 pounds.
16. It took me seven months to lose the first 40 pounds. It took weight training to lose the last ten.
17. When I started eating a plant-based diet, I lost 5 pounds from the increased fiber, if you get what I'm saying.
18. I'm a Chef. I went to culinary school and everything.
19. I currently work as a Personal Chef for several families in the Puget Sound area. This means that, within the limits of my clients preferences, I get to cook whatever strikes my fancy and be my own boss.
20. I love my job and my clients. They are all just awesome.
21. I do not specialize in vegetarian or vegan cooking. None of my clients are vegetarian. All love filet mignon with red wine reduction.
22. I have a six page questionnaire my clients fill out before I cook them anything. According to my survey, 70% of people will list mashed potatoes as their ultimate comfort food. The rest pick pizza.
23. I love pizza.
24. I believe half of all statistics are 100% meaningless.
25. I asked my daughter to describe me and she said, "Hugs and snuggles."
26. I love to garden and grow vegetables. One summer I would like to grow enough food to be self-sufficient. At least for a month. And not including wine.
27. I drink way too much coffee. 4 or 6 cups a day. I'm thinking of cutting back.
28. I recently completed my first triathlon. I freakin' loved it. Now I'm obsessed.
29. I do tend to get obsessed and throw myself into things.
30. I never forward on emails that promise good luck for forwarding or threaten bad luck for not forwarding. So far, it hasn't hurt.
31. I absolutely, positively believe I'm lucky.
32. Sometimes I will forward on really funny videos.
33. I think my abs and shoulders are my best physical attribute.
34. I never do crunches. I do a lot a shoulder presses.
34. I subscribe to Martha Stewart Living, Real Simple, Oxygen Magazine and the Crossfit Journal.
35. I never ever thought I would do a marathon, but now I'm thinking about training for one just so I can say I've done one.
36. I like to pretend I've won Powerball and design dream houses in places like Paris and Hawaii and Lake Como.
37. My husband and I have discussed starting an island commune with all our friends.
38. I am very concerned about the food children eat.
39. I believe that if a kid gets to harvest a vegetable, she will almost always eat it.
40. I make my S'more's with two squares of graham cracker, two uniformly toasted golden brown marshmallows and 1/4 of a Hershey Bar.
41. My husband uses 1/2 a Hershey Bar, which I think is excessive. My daughter has been known to use a full Hershey Bar, split into two, in lieu of graham crackers. I think this is genius.
42. I love camping, and not just for the S'mores.
43. At the beginning of 2008, I could not swim. I'm not exaggerating: 50 yards in a pool almost killed me.
44. I taught myself to swim from a book. For three months I didn't take a full stroke, I only did drills.
45. I now regularly swim a a half-mile to a mile for my swim workouts. And I really like it.
46. I would never have learned how to swim if my best friend hadn't goaded me into signing up for the Danskin Triathlon. She was right.
47. I graduated from college a month after I turned 19.
48. When I was 16, I lived in Japan for almost 4 months.
49. I traveled by myself to Tokyo, got homesick, saw the movie Pocahontas in the theater because it was the only film in English, and was the only person to laugh at the jokes.
50. Diabetes and obesity runs in my family.
51. I don't believe genetics is an excuse not to take care of myself.
52. I envy people who have a legitimately healthy relationship with food. Like the Italians.
53. I like to deep-clean my stove, organize things, and use the crevice tool on my vacuum.
54. I hate doing dishes, making the bed, and folding laundry.
55. When I was a kid I was in the local paper advertising a belly-flop contest at the local pool.
56. Almost every piece of art hanging in my house is something I painted.
57. I consider myself artistic.
58. I do not consider myself musical.
59. I don't have very many close friends.
60. I seem to know a lot of people.
61. I am really picky about my chocolate, but I love banana laffy taffy's.
62. We used to own three cats. On my daughter's fourth birthday, one of them passed away. We found him curled up by the front door. After a proper burial in the backyard, I asked my daughter if she was okay, and she said, "It's okay, mom, we have two more cats."
63. I wasn't sure what to make of that.
64. I am a Taurus, but do not drive one.
65. In the summer, I could live on Taco Del Mar Vegan Burritos, Spicy Tuna Rolls and cold beer.
66. In the winter, I could live on stew and roasted root vegetables and cioppino and tea.
67. I have traveled to Iceland, Russia, Norway, Sweden, UK, France, Germany, Italy, The Netherlands, Belgium, and Japan.
68. In 2003, My husband and I organized (and payed for!) a four month long adventure tour in South America. We were to fly into Quito (Equador), spend a week or so in the Galapagos Islands, then bus/hike/bike/fly/taxi along the Western-ish side of S. America until we got to Tiera del Fuego. From there we were heading north through the Patagonia region of Argentina, Uruguay and Paraguay to Sao Paulo, Brazil. Three days before we were to get our travel immunizations we found out I was pregnant, and had to cancel the trip.
69. I drag my husband into adventures and he's usually happy I do.
70. Cases in point: traveling through Europe; parenthood.
70. My best friend drags me into adventures and I'm usually happy she does.
71. Cases in point: I tried out for The Amazing Race because it was her dream to do so; doing a triathlon.
72: My child drags me into adventures and I'm very nearly always happy she does.
73: Case in point: running through sprinklers instead of weeding; going to the park instead of the grocery store.
74. I have every Billy Joel album ever released. Until he went classical. I don't have those.
75. Reading "Love and Logic" made me a better parent.
76. I'm pretty sure I'm the only person who will ever read this list.
77. I'm competitive. Mostly with myself, but not completely.
78. I live in the same town where I grew up.
79. I love reading.
80. I don't read nearly enough.
81. I consider myself a good friend.
82. I consider myself lucky to have the friends that I do.
83. Every ten years, whether we need it or not, I fight with my best friend.
84. I consider myself a good wife.
85. I consider myself blessed to have the husband that I do.
86. I fight with my husband, but it's not too often, and we usually fight fair.
87. I buy organic veggies but regular laundry detergent. That eco stuff doesn't work as well as Tide.
88. I consider myself somewhat of a sell-out for recently hiring a yard maintenance service to mow and edge and weed. But I think it might be the smartest thing I've ever spent money on.
89. I didn't have health insurance when I got pregnant.
90. Things that seemed very reasonable five years ago now seem really irresponsible.
91. I hate it when wives bitch about their husbands just to have something to bitch about.
92. Sometimes I bitch about my husband.
93. I think I could be a decent writer, but I don't have the discipline for it.
94. Sometimes when I am working out really hard, I smile because I'm so pleasantly surprised to have a body that can do whatever it is I'm doing.
95. I used to really really love barbecued brisket.
96. Part of me always will.
97. One day we took our daughter to a restaurant and she ordered mac & cheese. The server told her that the mac & cheese came with grapes, chips and an oreo. My daughter looked at the server and asked, "what's an oreo?" This was one of the proudest moments I've had as a parent.
98. There are 13 happy houseplants in my living room. People have said I have a green thumb, but I just think it's just easy to grow houseplants when you have a lot of south-facing windows.
99. My 30th birthday is about 10 months away. I'm sort-of looking forward to it.
100. I'm becoming more and more like my mother. But it's cool.
101. It's taken me an entire day to put this list together.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
In preparation for the Danskin, D and I attended the early morning tri and open water swim clinics put on by Mary Meyer Life Fitness. We first heard about MM early in our Tri adventure, when some more experienced tri-friends said "definitely go to these clinics." So we checked Mary Meyer herself out at a totally free REI seminar she gives on triathlon tips.
First of all, ANYONE in the Seattle area who is considering doing a tri for the first time should go to MM's free seminar. 1) It's free. 2) It's extremely helpful. 3) Tons of those newbie questions your a tiny bit afraid to ask (like, um, dude--what the hell do I wear?) get answered with awesome humor and candor. 4) You get exposed to Mary Meyer, who is so cool I am now sporting a major girl crush on her. 5) It's free.
After you go to the seminar you will very likely sign up for some of MM's clinics. D and I each bought the First Timer's Package: a punch-card good for one each of the Tri Clinic, Open Water Clinic and Pool Clinic, plus Two Clinics of Our Choice.
I will admit that the panicked need I felt to attend these clinics had faded somewhat since actually participating in the 5 Mile Lake Tri, but I was still exceited for the tips and tricks. So yesterday morning, at 'o-dark-thirty, I roused myself and put together my entire tri kit. All of it: wetsuit, hydration, bike, helmet, more pairs of shoes than I normally take on a European vacation...and swung by D's place to pick her up.
I don't know what it is about D. I think maybe she drove too fast past some Bayou swamp one time and a Voodoo practitioner cursed her tires forevermore. Or maybe it's that she habitually under-inflates. Dunno. In any event, in the past three weeks she's popped a bike tube and one of her car tires. So I get to D's place and as she's rolling her very nice, three-month-old bike out of her house to load onto my bike rack the side wall of her rear tire explodes. Note that she wasn't riding the bike, she was rolling it. For like 20 feet. We examined the tire and the side wall had a 3/8", triangle-shaped tear in it, like maybe a nail had snagged the tire and pulled a hunk back.
So we navigate our way along Lake Washington Blvd through the bicycling hoards starting their first few hours of the STP! (Go guys! You rock!) D says we should do the STP next year. Um, only if she makes amends to the Voodoo practitioner.
We get to the tri clinic and learn how to set up our transition area, then prepare for the swim. Speedy Reedy was there letting people trial wetsuits, and D wriggled into a full suit (and hated it!). We divided up into groups based on ability, and D and I self selected into the advanced group.
We waded out into the lake and swam two at a time towards our group's two swim instructors. When we reached her she gave us each a few words. My word was follow-through. After we had all completed our swim, the swim instructors went through the words. Those of us who had follow-through issues were told to make sure we completed our stroke by extending our hand all the way back to our hip. Apparently I was cutting my stroke off at the end. I think I was doing this because I am trying to concentrate on front-quadrant stroke mechanics, and after my arm gets past my shoulder I want to get it back up front as quickly as possible. But the reality is that cutting the stroke off is just shortening my "glide" time and increasing my stroke rate, both things I don't want. So it was a very helpful observation.
After our semi-individual swim assessment, we swam out to a floating pier and worked on group starts, rounding buoys and pacing. Then it was time to swim in and move to biking. I swam in until I was literally grabbing silt and sand at the bottom of the lake, then stood up. I was told I could have swam in 4 or 5 more feet. Shit! Okay, have to work on that.
Then the bike...oh the bike. Well, due to her flat tire, D was stuck with the beginners group for work on shifting, mounting, dismounting, etc. I strongly considered joining her because, although I am physically pretty solid on the bike, I shift the wrong way all the time and don't have a really solid feel for starts and stops. Other options were the intermediate group, with a flat ride, and the advanced group for hill climbing technique. I have flat's down (pedal!), so I was interested in either technique with beginners or hill climbing with advanced.
D told me to go ahead and go with the hill group, so I joined that group. As I rode up I said, "I don't know if I'm advanced yet, but I'd like to try the hill work." And then I fell over. Yup. I fell over, bike on top of me, right next to the hot Asian chick with the Cervelo P2. Mildly ego bruising. And knee bruising. It was the exact same thing that happened after the ride with my sister: I had my right foot out of my clips, ready to put my foot down as I stopped, and as I slowed my bike....slowly...tipped...to...the...left. The side where I was very much still clipped in and basically helpless. Lesson learned: unclip BOTH sides before I even begin to slow down.
A girl behind me did make me feel much better when, 30 seconds later, she also fell over. And we were the "advanced" group. Heh.
The ride itself wasn't much better. After describing our course, our bike leader took off. I was behind a gal in a green jersey. I followed her up Lk Wa Blvd, with other people following me, until it became clear that we were no longer following anyone but each other. Our leader was long gone, and we had missed a turn somewhere. Our second instructor, who had been bringing up the rear took us up a smallish hill, where we rejoined our original leader and half the intermediate group (apparently there was a convergence at some point). It was all very haphazard. So then original leader says, hey, we still have time to get in some hill work. Let's go back up Lk Wa Blvd and head up Madronna.
Then she takes off. Again! I'm determined to stay with her, but by a mile later it's her, a guy with a cool accent and strong riding skills, and me. When I glanced back there was nobody. I'm fairly sure we lost the rest of the group again. So Original Leader waits at a bend in the road and Accent Guy and I continue on. So now I'm following Accent Guy and it's just the two of us, and we eventually do go all the way up Madronna. I don't mind saying: that hill is a bitch. But I made it to the top, which amazes me, looking back on it. I even stayed seated for almost all of it.
And then we come down. A 10 minute up was about a 10 second down, and we get back to the MM Clinic a few minutes late. Everyone who wasn't totally ditched is already there. No one else did the hill. Mary Meyer, please take note...better communication and group management on the bike, please. When some people ride 22 mph native and some ride 13, the group can spread out pretty quick. And many of us don't know the neighborhood.
When I got back, I saw that D had managed to fall too. She got banged up pretty good, with a monster gash in the palm of her hand. Apparently they were practicing dismounts and she totally stole my moves and ended up with a bike on top of her.
Anyhow, the running portion of the clinic has started when I return from my almost solo bike excursion. We get an overview of proper running technique that sounds very familiar and off we go...a short little flat and then up (wait for it) Madronna Hill. I am really starting to hate this hill. The running doesn't take too long, but I do have the opportunity to talk to the run coach (who is very pleasantly not build like a typical runner: shorter, busier, nicely rounded) who confirms that she's giving people Chi Running technique. (Sidenote: Chi vs. Pose--still trying to figure out which one's for me. I like the whole detached leg feeling I get from Chi, but I also think working on my turnover ala Pose is key to getting my speed up.)
And then, that's that. There may have been some sort of Tri Clinic wrap-up for those people who stayed another 10 minutes; I don't know because for those who are also doing the Open Water Clinic, it was time to move 50 feet to the right and join that group.
The Open Water Clinic was like a sup-ed up version of the Tri Clinic's Swim section. It started with a lecture from Mary Meyer and some of the other coaches. Those who had already attended an Open Water Clinic could skip the lecture and get right to the swimming. The rest of us got an overview of swimming strokes and learned several ways to sight. We also learned how to modify our stroke if it was really choppy or wavy in the lake.
Then we repeated the 2x2 assessment drill, with D and I working rather concertedly to get Mary Meyer as our assessor. (I mentioned my girl crush, right? Don't judge! I'm not cyber stalking her or anything! I just want to be just like her when I grow up.) MM said "entry & follow-through" and later explained that I was continuing to cut off my stroke at the back (damnit!) and was also slapping the water as I came down, rather than cutting through it smoothly. She also said that those of us wearing wetsuits needed to be carful not to swim too flat, as the wetsuit wade it easy to stay really horizontal in the water. Interesting: I thought that it was maybe a good thing that the wetsuit cut down on my body roll, but now I know to keep a strong body rotation component in my stroke, even in a wetsuit. Great tip.
When we swam back to her after the tips, she said I looked very good, so I guess my attempts to slice into the water, put a bit more rotation into it, and reach down to my hip on my stroke made a difference. Yeah! And then we swam out to the floating dock and I was the first one there. Not that it's a race, but yeah--kinda it is a race. So I felt like I really did belong with the advanced swim group and that was a really great feeling.
Aftter some more skill work we all assembled back int he shallows for a 300 yd mock race. We were to swim along the swim area boundry, out to a buoy and back to shore. About half way through I ran into MM. Plowed right into her. She said my stroke looked good but I needed to sight more. Yes, I guess pile driving your would-be swim guru is a sign that one should look up more. Point taken, Mary. I didn't have to fight back panic, but I did have to switch to breathing every two strokes. Something about being out there: even if your not actually panicking, even if physically you're not working that hard, it's reassuring to breathe more often. It seems to be my pattern that I am really calm for about 100-150 yds into a race and then start to lose a bit of that cool. I am hoping that the MM Swim Workouts will help with this.
I came out of the water probably 7th or 8th of maybe 75 or 100 people who were doing the Open Water Clinic, so I felt pretty good about that. D, this time sans wetsuit, was just behind me, and within a few minutes most of the field was stripping off swim caps and making their way to the complementary Clif products and vitamin water. Mini Clif Bars are just the right size; Shot Blocks are like the bastard child of a jell-o shot and a no-doz, and I think I love them.
And then, after several coaches including MM congratulated us on getting out there and doing it, we wrapped up.
All in all, a very helpful session. I would rank the OW Clinic as a bit more helpful than the Tri clinic, but mostly because I already had one tri under my belt. For a total virgin, I think the Tri Clinic would really help lay out the details. I also think that in some ways the tri clinic was tougher than the actual tri. Not physically, of course, but in the sense that it was all the confusing parts without any of the smooth, "okay, now I pedal for an hour" parts that are pretty easy to get your head around and give you the mental time to rehearse your next move. I.e., "When I come into transition I will be totally unclipped, move to the side of the dismount area, and go!"
Strong points include the individual assessment within a large group environment, particularly with the swim. Also extremely good was MM's no-bullshit attitude and emphasis on mastering the head game of racing in general and open water swimming in particular. Direct quote: "If you get out there in the water and you start to panic--and we all do--you have two choices: get over it, or drown." She believes, as do I, that almost everybody can do more than they think they can, but sometimes they have to get out of their own freaking way and do it.
Very well done. I did find the cycling as noted to be a bit disorganized, and would have liked to have seen references/credit given to outside study sources such as the Chi Running they obviously style from. I will very likely take the open water clinic again and/or do an open water workout to continue to get comfortable in open water, but I feel like this was a great start.
Oh, by the way, the folks up the road at Triumph Multisport replaced Ds tire with some super heavy-duty almost unpoppable tire. Here's her hands after getting her tire off to take it into them:
Friday, July 11, 2008
So my not-quite-10K time trial came in at 1:01:25, and I'm pleased to say I did not foul: my first lap was 31 minutes (including a brief stop to chat with some obvious triathletes wriggling into wetsuits at the lake edge.) and I finished in just under 62 minutes. The 5.6 miles I ran is almost exactly 9K, actually, so scaling my time I would estimate my current 10K time to be 69 or 70 minutes.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Instead, I swam! Yeah, the pool is my friend again and it feels good to have gotten back in this past week. I warmed up for about 15 minutes, then swam 30 laps in 30 minutes. That's 1200 yards in 30 minutes. (My short-pool is only 20 yds long, so 40 yds per full lap.) 1200 yds in 30 minutes seems like a pretty easy pace, but towards the end I was pushing to make up time, so the last third of the swim was definitely quicker than the first.
After the swim, I met up with my friend Rosemary for a weight workout. She skipped out on the group class to come bang weights with me in the big boy room, and I'm so glad she did! It was really nice to work out with someone again, and RM is quite strong for a cardio junkie. ;)
I did have one "why the hell did I say that?" moments when RM and I were at one end of the weight room pausing between sets of walking lunges. There was a guy-middle age, in good shape--doing bicep curls by swinging his entire back, torso, shoulders and hips into the move. I'm talking about the type of lifting form only a Sports Medicine Doc with a lot of bills to pay could love. So I look up at RM and say "See that? Don't ever do that. He's lifting that weight with his dick. If I put him up against a wall and locked in his elbows he'd have to go down in weight." So I'm pretty sure he heard me, because he gave me a super dirty look. Was is the thing about dick-lifting?
Anyhow, here's what RM and I did:
Superset 12 x 3
Sumo Squat Jump
Superset 12 x 3
Walking Lunge 50 steps
Wide Leg DB Deadlift
Superset 12 x 3
Alternating Chest Press on Med Ball
Elevated Pushups (20 pushups per set)
Superset 12 x 4
Wood Chop Up Cable (2 sets per side)
Wood Chop Down Cable (2 sets per side)
Shoulder Out-and-Around 12 x 3
Bicep 21's 12 x 3
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Focused on running form and feel I'm making improvements (strides, if you will) but it's going to take consistent, diligent effort to get up to the place where I'm comfortable with a 10K. In training for the sprint tri, I did multiple workouts at 2 and 3 times race distance in the swim and on the bike. I never ran more than 5K, ever. Never did overdistance training, never pushed my boundries in running. Why? Um, I don't like running. I don't feel good at it. I feel like if I push myself really really hard fr a very long time I might still not feel good at it, and that nags at me.
But then I remind myself that I used to be unable to swim two laps. I taught myself to be comfortable in the water, learned how to swim, and now I really like it. If I can learn to like swimming and can feel confident and competent in that skill, then I can learn just about anything. Maybe even how to run.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Here's K-Lo. She was really great at bouldering, and showed me a few moves. Definitely a fun (and slightly scary) way to totally burn out your entire upper body.
Hanging on with all I had. K-Lo's lessons really helped, but by the time I started to figure out the mental side of it a tiny bit, the physical side was just done.
Less blurry pic of me on the same stretch of wall.
PM: 600 yd swim, then:
Crossfit WOD "Angie":
100 Pull-ups (Band Assisted; tore hand @ 85.)
100 Sit-ups (50 unanchored; 50 anchored)
100 Squats (butt to medball)
Just like the Fran from July 5, the thing that killed me here were the pullups. Okay, the pushups weren't great either, but the pullups are just so slow. And I even used a band assist! But hell, I did it and I have a benchmark now.
Monday, July 7, 2008
My comfort pace seems to be a bit over 2 minutes per 100. If I can get to the point where I can sustain a 2 minute/100 meter pace over a solid mile, so I'm swimming an open water mile in 32-35 minutes, I'll be very happy with that.
Crossfit WOD from Sunday 08/07/08:
155 pound Squat Clean and Jerk, 30 reps
The barbell goes from ground to overhead, passing through a front squat in which the crease of the hip passes below the height of the kneecap. The finish position is with the arms, hips and knees fully extended, arms overhead, with at least a portion of the ear visible in front of the arm. Dropping the barbell is acceptable.
65 pound Squat Clean and Jerk, 15 reps
75 pound Squat Clean and Jerk, 15 reps
Felt okay about this workout...it didn't kill me, so I think I modified the weight too low...will definitely try with 85 next time. I also feel like I'm not quite getting under the bar quickly enough. The drop to full squat was correct on maybe 10 reps. The rest I don't think I went deep enough.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
But unless you are literally a world class athlete or a woman in active preparation for a body building competition, there is very little reason to maintain a sub-16ish% body fat percentage (and for most of us, very little hope of that anyway). Josh says, and I'm paraphrasing here, that below about 17% body fat, most women will start to lose their "womanliness." This is where your personal ethicist come into play. I like a sporty, well muscled look on me and on women in general, but hold short of liking that ultra lean body builder look. I should note that I also don't really care for the willowy distance runner look, but that doesn't mean I don't covet the skills of both the body builder and the marathoner.
Whatever your personal ideal "look" is, once you've gotten down to a healthy, strong body composition and have maintained that for awhile, what's next? Unless you are going into competition, most women are not well served by trying to strip off every bit of body fat, but if you've caught the fitness bug you still want to keep pushing yourself.
And this is when it gets fun. When you're not thinking about how your diet and exercise will effect how you look and you start thinking in terms of what you can do with your body. Small successes build confidence and allow you to try things that you never imagined possible. My first small step into athleticism was a very intro-level pilates class at the rec center. Now I'm eagerly scanning MultiSport Washington for Sprint and International Distance Tris and even contemplating things I've sworn million times I'd never do: marathons, IM distance tris, long distance open water swimming....
In the gym my goals have changed too. I don't care if I ever weigh 150 pounds. Honestly, at this point I wouldn't want to lose the muscle mass to make it happen. I do know I want to be able to perform 10 strict pull-ups and 10 kip pull-ups. I'm working on single-arm push-ups and handstand push-up. I want to squat my body weight (155 lb.--I'm at a 135# squat, so this is definitely in sight) and deadlift 1.5x times my bodyweight. Way out there--way, way out on the horizon--I'm wondering if one day I might be able to do a single muscle up.
I don't always know what fitness or life obsession I'm going to fall into next, but I do know that when you start setting goals to push yourself instead of a goal to shrink yourself, fitness gets a hell of a lot more fun.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Kiddo Push-Ups: when I'm feeling really good I can get 4, maybe 5 of these before I collapse, so I often drop to my knees before my form totally goes to hell. Another great exercise to build strength slowly as your child grows. I used to be able to do 4 or 5 when my daughter was 5 or 10 pounds lighter, so even if my reps haven't increased my workload has.
Laundry Basket Bent Over Rows: Why not? Laundry just isn't that fun; might as well bang out a few bent-over rows while I'm moving baskets of dirties around. Jeans and wet towels are the heaviest, but this is still a pretty easy lift.
One Arm Countertop Push-Up: One of my "fun" fitness goals is a true one-armed push-up. I'm pretty far from achieving that, but over time I can get there. For now, I modify my working off a raised surface (smith bar at the gym; countertop at home). I adjust the workload with my distance from the surface and the spread of my feet: closer distances and wider stance is easier. Note my daughter doing her own pushups in the background! Awesome!
Countertop Tri Dips: The distance between countertops in my kitchen is perfect for tri dips, but any chair or bench would work as well. For the longest time, doing these made me feel like my shoulder was going to jump off my arm in protest, but I think I'm finally built up the stabilization strength to do them right.
In any order, perform the following three workouts:
Three rounds, 21-15- and 9 reps, for time of:
65 pound Thruster
Pull-ups (chest must hit the bar to count)
SubTotal Time: 18 minutes. This was sick. It almost killed me. The thrusters were fine; I could hip snap the bar up, and my final 9 were unbroken. The pullups were impossible. By the last nine I was resting 30 seconds at least between pull-up attempts to get ONE pull up. When I get my pullup ability together, so will my time for this Fran.
5 rounds for time of:
275 pound Deadlifts, 5 reps (185 pounds for women)
10 Burpees (with clap overhead while airborne)
SubTotal Time: DNF. DNS (Did not Start, actually). Not attempted; had friends over and ate chips and drank beer instead. Hell yeah I just said that. Will try to get this component in on Sunday.
Run 1.5 K on a road or track (Actual run: 1.65 km): 9:28
SubTotal Time: Not yet known.
Lower Body Around The House Exercises:
Kiddo Squats - Variation #1: On the shoulders. Great way to add a little more difficulty to an air squat. Also a good progressive exercise: as your kiddo grows, you get stronger! I'm up to a 48 lb. 4-year old here!
Kiddo Squats - Variation #2: Piggy back style. I think this is harder than on the shoulders, and a great indoor technique for gearing up for hiking/backpacking season.
Kiddo Walking Lunges: I love lunges. Excellent strength/power and shaping exercise. As you can see, my helper loves them too--because she gets to be really tall!
Sumo Squat Raise with Alternating Heel Raise: The video of this just looked a bit too--um--suggestive, especially when I actually brushed my teeth for demonstration purposes. Hubby exercised his veto power, so I'll add still pics asap. In the meantime, here's a description: hold a static Sumo Squat for two minutes, alternately raising one heel every 30 seconds (the SonicCare beeping will guide you). Do not raise out of squat when switching heels.
It turns out that nothing in the world makes you hold your core in while performing an exercise more than the knowledge that you are being filmed in a sport bra.
Friday, July 4, 2008
Dara Torres just made history. I just watched her take on the best female swimmers in the U.S. at the Omaha Olympic Trials and win--WIN!--the 100 meter free. Not bad for a retired mom. Okay, so she retired from a career of winning Olympic medals in swimming, but this chick is 41 and has a toddler.
I didn't get a picture quickly enough to get this up last weekend, but this is the card Bella made me after last Saturday's triathlon. She made this entirely on her own, without help or prompting, then gave it to me. I almost cried. Okay, maybe I did cry a little. I have one amazing kid.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
With a continuously running clock do one pull-up the first minute, two pull-ups the second minute, three pull-ups the third minute... continuing as long as you are able.
Use as many sets each minute as needed.
4 minutes completed, but I did this WOD completely wrong: I used an assist band and knocked out 1 the first minute, then just totally forgot what I was doing and did 8 the 2nd minute. Then I went back to 3 for the 3rd minute, and 4 for the 4th minute. Couldn't quite knock out 5 in the 5th minute. So, 4 minutes.Then, because, Crossfit or no, 16 pull-ups with an assist band does not a workout make, I did a mini circuit:
-65# Bench Press - 12
-Sumo Squat Box Jumps - 12
-95# Deadlift - 12
-22.5# Bent Over DB Row - 12
-45# Alternating DB Chest Press with Tabletop Leg Hold (22.5 #/arm) - 10
-GHD Sit-Ups -8
Cardio: Treadmill Intervals
3 rounds - 12 minutes total plus warm up/cool down
2 minutes @ 4 mph
2 minutes at 7.5-8 mph
Cardio note: I had some kind of running breakthrough today. My legs were moving so fast, but it felt like I was just doing knee-highs in place. I thought about leading with my knee, which really helped, and eventually I worked my way up to 8 mph, which is NUTS fast for me. Like the fastest I've ever gone. I'm interested to know how the treadmill experience will translate to the real world. It also helped to practice on a slight up grade--like 3%, because the strike at fore foot felt so much more natural.
Speaking of swimming, not a lot of it has been happening (okay, none) since the tri. But, I'm signed up for the Mary Meyer Swim Clinic so that should change soon. All fellow tri-virgins in the Seattle Area (or near virgins--ahem) I strongly recommend the Mary Meyer Free Tri Clinics held around town at the various REIs.
And just in case you're feeling too confident about your swimming and want to learn a new stroke....say sthe the racing frog-kick side stroke (can you make that up?), here's how the Navy-freaking-SEALS do it...and it's kinda strange.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Crossfit WOD as Originally rX:
Five Rounds for Time
135 pound Deadlift, 15 reps
135 pound Hang power clean, 12 reps
135 pound Front Squat, 9 reps
135 pound Push Jerk, 6 reps
Crossfit WOD as Actually Done:
Four Rounds for Barely Surviving
95 pound Deadlift, 15 reps
65 pound Hang power clean, 12 reps
95 pound Front Squat, 9 reps
65 pound Push Jerk, 6 reps
Wasn't going to do any weights do to my double up yesterday, but I walked in to the weight room for some stretching and there was a cool guy - Peter - doing the WOD. I had to jump in! Doing the WOD with someone else is so much better! It's amazing how much much harder I pushed myself with the camaraderie of a fellow crossfitter! Thanks for the workout, Peter! Hope to see you at the gym again!
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Shoulder press 1-1-1-1-1 reps @ 45-55-60-60-60
Push press 3-3-3-3-3 reps @ 45-65-70-85-85
Push Jerk 5-5-5-5-5 reps @ 50-55-65-75-85
Cardio: hi cadence spin - 40 minute
Mini-Circuit x 3 sets
-Pull-Ups (band assist as I fatigued) - 8 reps
-Deadlifts 115 lb. - 12 reps
-Gripper Plate Swings 35 lb. - 15 reps.
Squat-Go-Round w/ 45 # Bar x 3 sets
-Back Squat - 12 reps
-Front Squat - 12 reps
-Overhead Squat - 12 reps
Single Arm Row 25# - 1 rep
Cardio: Fun Swim with Kiddo - 15 minutes (not counting it for training purposes)