Today I am thanking all of you for your very generous support of my efforts. In all seriousness I have felt a huge wave of support and for that I thank you. Now which one of you likes to swim and looks sort of like me? he he he I am not sure if all of the support is the positive kind but I am a begger at the moment so I will not be a choser. I think I have two kinds of supporters: those that do these types of things and are giggling with glee that another poor soul has decended into the living hell they all frolick in. And those that know what sort of shape I am in and how high this mountain I am trying to climb really is and are just watching for the train wreck.
I don't care either way. I like attention no matter how it comes.
Some might say I am full of myself but I say "What else should I be full of ?"
If I am not for me who will be !
The internal dialoge I am fighting is my own unseen war against the negative self talk.
In my head are two mean monkeys. One the doughnut monkey who has appeared a little in my previous post. The second is the bigger badder monkey. Really it is better described as a gorilla named Smokey and he rattles around in my cage all the time. Smokey almost never shuts up, but when I am out stumbling down the road, or furiously pedalling to nowhere then I don't have anytime to listen to Smokey. Mostly because I am too concerned with not falling over and having some avian (Crow or Seagull) peck out my eyes and kidneys while I am still alive. That is a good thing.
I am also tired of wondering what I could be or might be capabale of. This is my chance to find out. If I get through this I am going to feel like IRON. "I AM IRON MAN" donnanonnanonna (heavy base guitar sound).
"Is he live or dead ? are there thoughts in his head" ...okay that was a little Ozzy Ozbourne for those that don't recognize it.
This is basically my way of saying I did not do much today. I did another day of Yoga and that makes 6 in a row.
It is funny how the adds change depending upon what I am talking about. He he he I just figured it out! I was wondering what prompted the Trojan add when I realized it must be all the talk about the Smith Tower looking like a specific part of the male anatomy. Damn Funny
So if I mentioned that Amanda told me Kathy told her your not a real runner until you have to poop in the woods I wonder what that will bring?
(Amanda wants it on record that she has yet to poop in the woods while running)
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
I am not Worthy
Today I walked the stairs (1200) and I continued my morning Yoga streak for the fifth day. Right now my legs are feeling like that time I tried to break a board over my thigh and it had a nail in it. Except this is time I feel it on the front of both legs and the side of my left leg. My shoulders and back are sore from that run and I am surprised it worked that area that much. I am trying to plan my routine and I am thinking about a spinning class once or twice a week, the stairs once or twice a week and a swim class once a week. I am a long way from there but it is easy to plan. Much harder when I actually have to do it. I did find an athletic club that has the spinning and swimming. I wonder if they would sponsor me? Hmmm I wonder who else might sponsor me. I am like that long long long shot at the horse races. I would only bet that I will finish not that I would be in the money. I will leave that to Jason (he he he like I have any choice) and Rik and the S.W.I.M. clan. Those athletes who at that level, that level being actual athletes and not wanna be’s. To those of you who can already do this. I idol all of you and I am not YET worthy. You are all far more masochistic then I can even imagine at this point. I have to build up my pain tolerance. The level of agony you can endure is inspirational to the point of delirium. A spectator in a wild insane moment of delirium at watching all of you cross the finish line might blurt out “Hey I want to do this.” At which point his loving wife might smile at him with a look like “Yeah right and your fences all have perfectly working gates.” At which point said spectator might become foolishly spiteful and say “I will do this next year” I will show her. Then extra foolishly said spectator in his wild delirium brought on by the electricity in the air might tell everyone he can that he is going to do it. Which proves the proverb “Fools Rush in” So I proved that much at least. But they don’t know that the last laugh will be mine because I am fooling myself more than anyone else. Ha! I am smart than I realize Ow.
Sunday No Run day
Ow is all I could think about today. I did manage to do some Yoga and I think I felt less ow after doing it. But man! Why do you people go do this repeatedly? I don’t know what is wrong with you something is very very WRONG with you! I am very sore and the idea that I would go out and do this again is insane. If I go run-walk for 2 miles next week would I get a different result? NO I wouldn’t. It will hurt just as much as this week. So explain to me again where the fun part is? The camaraderie I get but couldn’t we get that over a game of pool or a night of cards? I am thinking we could. Well I am seeing another level of my own foolishness because I am going to follow through with this. But when I am done at the finish line having my box of doughnuts I will be giving a lecture on other ways to have fun. You runner people need some new ideas and I think I can help. Sunday is rest day I did get 8 hours sleep last night which I heard is important to building muscle. I am planning on trying at least one night a weekend getting 8 hours since I do not get that during the week. I did buy a swim suit at REI that Amanda says will help (probably as good as the shoes helped). Now I only have that fun experience to look forward too. Well I believe if someone is crazy enough to tightrope walk between the World trade center towers at the top, then I am crazy enough to complete this Triathlon. I watched the documentary “Man on Wire” last night. Amanda had to leave because the guy annoyed her too much. This proves I am not the most foolish man ever. Just a really out of shape one.
Return of the Hate Ray.
Let me explain something before I begin. The Hate Ray is a term a friend of mine coined when we worked together on the “front lines” providing technical support. It refers to something that goes on in my face/ attitude when I get to do something I am really not enjoying and I can see no way out of it. What happens is I become like a Cylon warrior from the old Battle star Galatica television show. My eyes roll back into my skull and a red light roams from side to side across my forehead until it fixates on a target. Once it acquires a target what spews from my mouth is a combination of complaints and curses best described as a cross between Yosemite Sam and Sam Kinison with a touch of Terrets syndrome.
So Saturday I am going on my first run and I have my new sparkly shoes on “The Silver Streaks”. I check the time and it is 12:11 I wave to the wife and kids with a big smile and promise the dog I will take him next time. As I walk out to the starting point (which I decide should be at the end of my dead end road) mostly because I am not sure I can make it that far and how deflating would it be if Brian and Stephanie have to call Amanda because I have passed out from exhaustion less than 100 yards from my door. Or equally deflating would be to be out of breath right in front of their house and they would know how lame of a runner I am. So I walk out and I see them in their garden and I wave smiling because I made the right choice. I walk to the end of the road where I decided to start then I look at my shoes? Okay shoes let’s do it? Nothing happens. I think my shoes must be defective. These shoes are not going to do it for me? Lame I paid good money for these shoes! Fine I’ll do it myself then!
Off I go running down hill and I make it just a little ways (a block and a half) before I have to walk because I am so winded. The neighbor’s dog is barking at me and trotting towards me (at this point he probably sees me and thinks I look more like a wounded herd animal than a Triathlete in training). I reach the corner and begin to jog (a happy little Spring Bok frolicking thru the Savannah) oh this isn’t so bad I might be able to do this to that next telephone pole. After reaching the pole I am again heaving and winded and walking on starting to wonder why anyone in the world would keep doing this. I reach the corner and in front of me is a hill. What’s this? Just as I am getting tired this running thing is getting harder! This is pure punishment from the GODS above who have taken a personnel interest in me just like they did to the Greeks in the Odyssey.
On I run up the hill another couple telephone poles. Now this is getting bad, the woods are no longer pretty, and I am foaming at the mouth. I think here is when my eyes begin to roll back inside my skull and my HATE ray begins scanning for targets. Of course I am out in the pastoral countryside with nothing but nature to look at so I have no targets. I begin to feed on my own thoughts then fixate on how I got here and whom I should blame. I am running through my “Blame Storm” as I turn the corner again and jog another two telephone poles, reduced to walking again because of another tiny hill and I am so winded I can’t even spit right! I think of all of you who have ever said they enjoy this. All of you who ever told me it was fun. All of YOU who encouraged me to participate in this insane hellish activity. LIES! It was all LIES! Now I am marooned out here with no one to blame but my gullible self. AAAHHHHHHHH the horror of it all. I reach the top of the next hill and now the road goes down. Maybe I can? I am filled with renewed hope. I prance like a the young Spring Bok heading down the hill with a surge of energy. I can’t imagine going around twice or ever being able to run for a whole mile but for this brief down hill slope I am FREEEEEEEEE. I make it three telephone poles but I am sucking wind so bad they can probably here me at the ferry dock. I walk to the next corner and now I am on the street I started about two blocks from my dead end street. I try to run 50 yards and then I have to walk again. I reach the street home and what! What is am doing? I pass by and begin this entire mile circuit again. I am such a fool, what is my problem? Am I becoming a demon like these other people I know. As much as I hate it I really do want to cross the finish line before dark. I have this part of me that will not let me stop. I am wondering what my body will do before it internally combust.
2nd mile was a constant battle with my own self doubt and disbelief. It went something like this.
“You’ll never make it” but I kept going “You can’t run another step” but I hobble on looking like a wounded monkey from the “Watering hole special”.
“Your leg is going to come unhinged and fall off” I mange to make it the the next turn and around another corner.
“You chest will explode” walk a little more .“Your chest will implode” jog 30 yards with my legs screaming at me.
Make it in the front door at 12:51.
For today I have to be happy knowing this is the most running I have done is 28 years.
20 minute miles are probably not going to work. 60 minutes for the swim + 120 minutes for the Bike + 80 minutes for the run = 260 minutes which is 4 hours 20 minutes.
There is no light at the end of my tunnel.
So Saturday I am going on my first run and I have my new sparkly shoes on “The Silver Streaks”. I check the time and it is 12:11 I wave to the wife and kids with a big smile and promise the dog I will take him next time. As I walk out to the starting point (which I decide should be at the end of my dead end road) mostly because I am not sure I can make it that far and how deflating would it be if Brian and Stephanie have to call Amanda because I have passed out from exhaustion less than 100 yards from my door. Or equally deflating would be to be out of breath right in front of their house and they would know how lame of a runner I am. So I walk out and I see them in their garden and I wave smiling because I made the right choice. I walk to the end of the road where I decided to start then I look at my shoes? Okay shoes let’s do it? Nothing happens. I think my shoes must be defective. These shoes are not going to do it for me? Lame I paid good money for these shoes! Fine I’ll do it myself then!
Off I go running down hill and I make it just a little ways (a block and a half) before I have to walk because I am so winded. The neighbor’s dog is barking at me and trotting towards me (at this point he probably sees me and thinks I look more like a wounded herd animal than a Triathlete in training). I reach the corner and begin to jog (a happy little Spring Bok frolicking thru the Savannah) oh this isn’t so bad I might be able to do this to that next telephone pole. After reaching the pole I am again heaving and winded and walking on starting to wonder why anyone in the world would keep doing this. I reach the corner and in front of me is a hill. What’s this? Just as I am getting tired this running thing is getting harder! This is pure punishment from the GODS above who have taken a personnel interest in me just like they did to the Greeks in the Odyssey.
On I run up the hill another couple telephone poles. Now this is getting bad, the woods are no longer pretty, and I am foaming at the mouth. I think here is when my eyes begin to roll back inside my skull and my HATE ray begins scanning for targets. Of course I am out in the pastoral countryside with nothing but nature to look at so I have no targets. I begin to feed on my own thoughts then fixate on how I got here and whom I should blame. I am running through my “Blame Storm” as I turn the corner again and jog another two telephone poles, reduced to walking again because of another tiny hill and I am so winded I can’t even spit right! I think of all of you who have ever said they enjoy this. All of you who ever told me it was fun. All of YOU who encouraged me to participate in this insane hellish activity. LIES! It was all LIES! Now I am marooned out here with no one to blame but my gullible self. AAAHHHHHHHH the horror of it all. I reach the top of the next hill and now the road goes down. Maybe I can? I am filled with renewed hope. I prance like a the young Spring Bok heading down the hill with a surge of energy. I can’t imagine going around twice or ever being able to run for a whole mile but for this brief down hill slope I am FREEEEEEEEE. I make it three telephone poles but I am sucking wind so bad they can probably here me at the ferry dock. I walk to the next corner and now I am on the street I started about two blocks from my dead end street. I try to run 50 yards and then I have to walk again. I reach the street home and what! What is am doing? I pass by and begin this entire mile circuit again. I am such a fool, what is my problem? Am I becoming a demon like these other people I know. As much as I hate it I really do want to cross the finish line before dark. I have this part of me that will not let me stop. I am wondering what my body will do before it internally combust.
2nd mile was a constant battle with my own self doubt and disbelief. It went something like this.
“You’ll never make it” but I kept going “You can’t run another step” but I hobble on looking like a wounded monkey from the “Watering hole special”.
“Your leg is going to come unhinged and fall off” I mange to make it the the next turn and around another corner.
“You chest will explode” walk a little more .“Your chest will implode” jog 30 yards with my legs screaming at me.
Make it in the front door at 12:51.
For today I have to be happy knowing this is the most running I have done is 28 years.
20 minute miles are probably not going to work. 60 minutes for the swim + 120 minutes for the Bike + 80 minutes for the run = 260 minutes which is 4 hours 20 minutes.
There is no light at the end of my tunnel.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Am I Golem?
Why can’t doughnuts be a part of Triathlete training? I want my precious doughnuts, my one Ring. OOOOOooooooooooo my precious! We wants it, we takes it
One Doughnut to Rule them all (based upon the Tolkien poem)
Three Doughnuts for the Coffee-kings we all drive by.
Seven for the Tech-lords speaking a language all their own.
Nine for Average Men just walking by.
One for the Doughnut Lord on his dark throne.
In the Land of SeaTac where the deep fryers lie.
One doughnut to rule them all, One doughnut to find them.
One doughnut to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.
In the Land of SeaTac where the deep fryers lie.
Okay so maybe I am a little obsessed with these tasty treats? But gosh darn it Ma they sure are good.
I will walk extra steps today just to burn off the two I might have had today. I am not saying I did eat them and I am not saying I didn’t eat them. I am just saying that if you ate one right now it would probably taste sweet and yummy. For me if you ever saw the movie Night at the Museum. There is this one part that is identical to what goes on in my head as I walk from the train to my office. It sounds like this “DUMB DUMB WANTS YUM YUM! And it is so primal that I really can’t resist that internal command. Do you know how it feels? It is like my will power crumbles at that thought. Let me just tell you that if I was writing the Blog of how to go from Triathlete to CP then these little culinary jewels would be a very large part of it. Don’t you want a doughnut just reading this? Think of your favorite doughnut. Apple Fritter, White Cake, Maple Bar, Bear Claw, Raspberry filled, Old Fashioned, Cinnamon Twist MMMMmmmmmm good thought. I like that kind too.
ENOUGH! Seriously man get a hold of yourself!
I did my Yoga this morning and I did Stairs today but I would like to offer a comparison that I cannot help but make because I live with her. As a marker for what I will need to do to become a real Triathlete here is what my wonderful wife did this week:
Sunday – Ran Hills (est. 60 min)
Monday – Yoga 1.5 hours
Tuesday – Yoga 1 hour / Run 4 miles / Bike 14 miles
Wed – Swim 2 miles (60 min)
Thursday – Yoga 2 hours / Run 4 miles Friday - resting
Hmmm………….. here is what I have done in the same time frame.
Sunday – Bike 6.5 miles
Monday – Yoga (30 min) drove the car 60 miles (that made my arse sore)
Tuesday – where did that day go? Oh yeah the boys left it out back so I missed it.
Wed –Walk Stairs (30 min) / Picked Blackberry’s (don’t laugh lots of reaching involved)
Thursday - Yoga (30 min)
Friday -Yoga (30 min) / Stairs (30 min)
Okay SOOooooo I think we all can tell that I have some room to grow but that’s okay. I am okay with myself today. I am smart enough! I am good enough and gosh darn it people lick me…like me! (Well my dog licks me to show how much he likes me).
Anyway this weekend I will try to RUN for the first time which does not sound very fun. I guess I have put it off long enough. You do have to actually run in order to train for running. Yeah so I will let you know how that goes
One Doughnut to Rule them all (based upon the Tolkien poem)
Three Doughnuts for the Coffee-kings we all drive by.
Seven for the Tech-lords speaking a language all their own.
Nine for Average Men just walking by.
One for the Doughnut Lord on his dark throne.
In the Land of SeaTac where the deep fryers lie.
One doughnut to rule them all, One doughnut to find them.
One doughnut to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.
In the Land of SeaTac where the deep fryers lie.
Okay so maybe I am a little obsessed with these tasty treats? But gosh darn it Ma they sure are good.
I will walk extra steps today just to burn off the two I might have had today. I am not saying I did eat them and I am not saying I didn’t eat them. I am just saying that if you ate one right now it would probably taste sweet and yummy. For me if you ever saw the movie Night at the Museum. There is this one part that is identical to what goes on in my head as I walk from the train to my office. It sounds like this “DUMB DUMB WANTS YUM YUM! And it is so primal that I really can’t resist that internal command. Do you know how it feels? It is like my will power crumbles at that thought. Let me just tell you that if I was writing the Blog of how to go from Triathlete to CP then these little culinary jewels would be a very large part of it. Don’t you want a doughnut just reading this? Think of your favorite doughnut. Apple Fritter, White Cake, Maple Bar, Bear Claw, Raspberry filled, Old Fashioned, Cinnamon Twist MMMMmmmmmm good thought. I like that kind too.
ENOUGH! Seriously man get a hold of yourself!
I did my Yoga this morning and I did Stairs today but I would like to offer a comparison that I cannot help but make because I live with her. As a marker for what I will need to do to become a real Triathlete here is what my wonderful wife did this week:
Sunday – Ran Hills (est. 60 min)
Monday – Yoga 1.5 hours
Tuesday – Yoga 1 hour / Run 4 miles / Bike 14 miles
Wed – Swim 2 miles (60 min)
Thursday – Yoga 2 hours / Run 4 miles Friday - resting
Hmmm………….. here is what I have done in the same time frame.
Sunday – Bike 6.5 miles
Monday – Yoga (30 min) drove the car 60 miles (that made my arse sore)
Tuesday – where did that day go? Oh yeah the boys left it out back so I missed it.
Wed –Walk Stairs (30 min) / Picked Blackberry’s (don’t laugh lots of reaching involved)
Thursday - Yoga (30 min)
Friday -Yoga (30 min) / Stairs (30 min)
Okay SOOooooo I think we all can tell that I have some room to grow but that’s okay. I am okay with myself today. I am smart enough! I am good enough and gosh darn it people lick me…like me! (Well my dog licks me to show how much he likes me).
Anyway this weekend I will try to RUN for the first time which does not sound very fun. I guess I have put it off long enough. You do have to actually run in order to train for running. Yeah so I will let you know how that goes
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Little Victories
Wahoo I did it. I got up when the Hell spawn alarm went off and I did my personalized Yoga routine (thank you honey) for 30 minutes and then began my day. When I do exercise in the morning (all 4 times I have ever done it) I think work seems more like a part of the day instead of the entire day. I also find it easier to get the exercise done in the morning so I can proceed with my day. Which of course means I still dread exercise which also means I am still more CP than Big T.
Today I am sore in my feet and legs and I have a little Gout attack going on which pisses me off because I am taking daily meds for that. I hate taking daily meds. This blog may not seem that centered on exercise but give it time. I am working my way up to it. It is only day 19 and I have 346 days left. I am getting great response from friends and it totally motivates me to write more. Which in turn forces me to exercise in order to have something to write about. Which means ITS WORKING, I am completely fooling myself, man I am gullible and slow in the head. I am grateful that I am so foolable and I hope I remain so.
Today I am sore in my feet and legs and I have a little Gout attack going on which pisses me off because I am taking daily meds for that. I hate taking daily meds. This blog may not seem that centered on exercise but give it time. I am working my way up to it. It is only day 19 and I have 346 days left. I am getting great response from friends and it totally motivates me to write more. Which in turn forces me to exercise in order to have something to write about. Which means ITS WORKING, I am completely fooling myself, man I am gullible and slow in the head. I am grateful that I am so foolable and I hope I remain so.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Late Night gotta write
Wed
Okay this needs to be quick I am getting up early to do yoga in less than 6 hours.
Here is the Daily Yoga Routine
1. Sun Salutes (5 per side)
2. Warrior Series (optional if I have time)
3. Forward Bend
4. Triangle (I really really hate this pose)
5. From the back:
5.a. passive side to side then stay & twist
5.b. Active side to side (core which means I will hate it)
5.c.Bike (more core still hate it)
5.d.Boat (Core again and I still hate core)
6. Cobra
7. Cat & moving Cat
8 Pigeon or Thread the needle (optional)
9. Savasana with legs on the wall to help loosen hamstrings. (my hammy's are very tight)
I walked the steps today (Quest Field 40 steps times 28 times) and I really noticed when you are at the steps turn and look North into downtown and you will see the Smith Tower. I is obvious which on I am talking about because when you see it you will have to agree it resembles a mans penis. I mean really this building is so falic it unbelievable and yet there it is every time people leave the stadium they have to notice it. Don't worry it is a historic building so it will be there the next time you are at Quest Field. If I offended anyone I promise to not rant on about this in future post. But it is right there it is impossible not to see it.
Okay 10:28 which is way to late.
Okay this needs to be quick I am getting up early to do yoga in less than 6 hours.
Here is the Daily Yoga Routine
1. Sun Salutes (5 per side)
2. Warrior Series (optional if I have time)
3. Forward Bend
4. Triangle (I really really hate this pose)
5. From the back:
5.a. passive side to side then stay & twist
5.b. Active side to side (core which means I will hate it)
5.c.Bike (more core still hate it)
5.d.Boat (Core again and I still hate core)
6. Cobra
7. Cat & moving Cat
8 Pigeon or Thread the needle (optional)
9. Savasana with legs on the wall to help loosen hamstrings. (my hammy's are very tight)
I walked the steps today (Quest Field 40 steps times 28 times) and I really noticed when you are at the steps turn and look North into downtown and you will see the Smith Tower. I is obvious which on I am talking about because when you see it you will have to agree it resembles a mans penis. I mean really this building is so falic it unbelievable and yet there it is every time people leave the stadium they have to notice it. Don't worry it is a historic building so it will be there the next time you are at Quest Field. If I offended anyone I promise to not rant on about this in future post. But it is right there it is impossible not to see it.
Okay 10:28 which is way to late.
Tuesday & the Torture device
Tuesday is rest day because it is Boys night and well, that is good enough reason for me. I was going to get up and do Yoga at 4:00 am however that did not happen. I did set the alarm and successfully hit snooze 3 times and get up at 4:27. Nine minutes is my snooze button. Seems like a tortuous number that allows you to fall back asleep just enough to be twice as tired the next time you wake up. This creates the vicious snooze revenge cycle where each time one wakes up the evil hell spawned alarm needs to be whacked harder. Then you sleep for 9 more minutes and wake up and WHACK! As you drift to sleep you smile thinking how strong you are and that You are the master and the alarm is the machine. Until finally the alarm plays dirty and this time when it goes off. BEEP BEEP BEEP in the most annoying pitch ever you Whack IT but just as fast the wife Whacks you in the head. Now you are the odd man out and in a moment the chocolate lab sneak attacks with the happy stinky dog breath lick to the face catching you in mid yawn and you give in and give up and roll out of bed. On the way to the dog food you are considering which part of your body is more creaky when you meet little one in the hall "Can't find my baby". You send him to mommy's bed while you promise to find Blue baby. Okay so you slip into the room grab his baby which was right next to him before he came into the hall. You are trying not to wake his brother and of course your two hungry dogs follow you whacking the walls with their god blessed 100 pound tails. You make it out of the room, return to feeding the happy hairy beast who are so excited just because you got up they have to snort and wiggle into every piece of furniture on the way to the door. Finally you herd them outside (hold onto Lulu so she doesn't chase the rabbits) coral them into their yard, feed them and make it back to the room. Delivering Blue Baby to the young one in your bed when you notice the wife cuddles up to him no problem. She doesn't tell him to get up and go to work. They will sleep for another 3 to 3 and half hours. Good thing I'm not bitter I just blame it all on the alarm.
This was going to be a quick post he he he
This was going to be a quick post he he he
Monday Revalations
Leasson learned from Sunday’s bike ride: Eating is good before working out. However, a Corn Dog, Fries and a Funnel Cake is not so good before a 6 mile bike ride in the hot sun. The point I decided this was just after the Rolling Hill Rd. hill when my whole body began sweating. It was like when you have the flu (where your elbows and eyebrows sweat) and then the gliding down with the wind chilling that sweat adding to the light headedness and disorientation along comes the thought of hurling. With that thought the memory of all that good greasy food and I almost lost it.
Today I eliminated one of my “get out of Jail Free” cards by going and buying a pair of running shoes. We went to the shoe store (Super Jock and Jill) in Green lake where they made me run up and down the block like 5 times. That is supposed to help me feel the shoes for the right fit. My right fitting shoe would run the race for me. No matter how hard I looked they did not have a pair that would do the run for me. So I bought the next best thing “Silver Streak Sneakers!” They make them special for CP’s so they have lots of cushion and my feet don’t roll off the sides. The sales lady was helpful (except she was too happy about running) and I bought 3 pairs or new running socks that the sales lady called “tweeners” which is some special running lingo that I have yet to learn. All this running tired me out and I already asked Amanda to help my design a Yoga series for my daily practice. I could not back out of that and face the wrath of Yoga Teacher.
So we prepared a daily routine which will be
Sun Salutations
forward bends
Warrior Series (optional)
Triangle
Running wheels (this is not a real yoga move just Amanda's form of torturing me)
Twist
and some other s I can not remember off the top of my head.
The important thing to point ouit here is that I am Amazed at how my wife makes these moves look easy. Watching her do these things I think "Oh yeah I can do that no problem" Then I try to get into the position and halfway there I am stuck. My legs and arms are no longer willing to perform what my brain is trying to tell them to.
I also get easily distracted because Cobi has decided to help intruct me. The kid can do more of these than I can. My favorite move he made up is "BonkHeadasana"
Today I eliminated one of my “get out of Jail Free” cards by going and buying a pair of running shoes. We went to the shoe store (Super Jock and Jill) in Green lake where they made me run up and down the block like 5 times. That is supposed to help me feel the shoes for the right fit. My right fitting shoe would run the race for me. No matter how hard I looked they did not have a pair that would do the run for me. So I bought the next best thing “Silver Streak Sneakers!” They make them special for CP’s so they have lots of cushion and my feet don’t roll off the sides. The sales lady was helpful (except she was too happy about running) and I bought 3 pairs or new running socks that the sales lady called “tweeners” which is some special running lingo that I have yet to learn. All this running tired me out and I already asked Amanda to help my design a Yoga series for my daily practice. I could not back out of that and face the wrath of Yoga Teacher.
So we prepared a daily routine which will be
Sun Salutations
forward bends
Warrior Series (optional)
Triangle
Running wheels (this is not a real yoga move just Amanda's form of torturing me)
Twist
and some other s I can not remember off the top of my head.
The important thing to point ouit here is that I am Amazed at how my wife makes these moves look easy. Watching her do these things I think "Oh yeah I can do that no problem" Then I try to get into the position and halfway there I am stuck. My legs and arms are no longer willing to perform what my brain is trying to tell them to.
I also get easily distracted because Cobi has decided to help intruct me. The kid can do more of these than I can. My favorite move he made up is "BonkHeadasana"
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Where the rubber meets the road.
Today I trained on the bike which I have been saying is my “Strength”. Now I recognize that something can be your strength and you can still suck at it. It took me 38 minutes to ride 6 and half miles with only a couple small hills. My little goals were to pedal the entire time and not have to get off the bike. I did not think I could stay on the bike for the last hill which about 40 yards long and what I would call steep I did manage to stay on the hill and then after the top I began to not feel so good. A little light headed and sick to my stomach. The next small incline became a hold back the acid you sort of get in the back of you throat. Then I turned the corner and only had 100 yards to go. I wobbled the last flat road expecting to hurl at any moment just trying to get to the driveway and complete the ride. I made it half way up the drive way sure I flopped onto the grass AHHHHHH. The world stopped swaying and I felt a little better. Five minutes later I was able to stand.
I can not tell if I am just horribly out of shape or pushing myself to hard. Either way I did have this thought about halfway through “Exercise is hard” and then came the next great revelation “Exercise is tiring”. I think the biggest realization was “I like blogging about exercise a lot more than doing the exercise”.
As I talk about doing this Triathlon my excuses keep drying up and getting wiped away. I was talking with Julie (a friend I work with) on the train home Friday night and she told me of a pool that was downtown. She says the membership fee isn’t expensive. That killed my swimming is too expensive excuse (because Island Athletic charges too much). Then on Saturday I met up with a group of old friends and one of the first conversations I had is with Angela. We started talking about how much we both hate running and both have become non-smokers. She mentioned that even though she hates it she is working running into her daily life.
This sort of spontaneous meeting of people who are also transforming themselves by adding exercise is wiping away any excuse that “Nobody understands” or that “I am all alone” in my efforts to add exercise into a sedentary life.
I can not tell if I am just horribly out of shape or pushing myself to hard. Either way I did have this thought about halfway through “Exercise is hard” and then came the next great revelation “Exercise is tiring”. I think the biggest realization was “I like blogging about exercise a lot more than doing the exercise”.
As I talk about doing this Triathlon my excuses keep drying up and getting wiped away. I was talking with Julie (a friend I work with) on the train home Friday night and she told me of a pool that was downtown. She says the membership fee isn’t expensive. That killed my swimming is too expensive excuse (because Island Athletic charges too much). Then on Saturday I met up with a group of old friends and one of the first conversations I had is with Angela. We started talking about how much we both hate running and both have become non-smokers. She mentioned that even though she hates it she is working running into her daily life.
This sort of spontaneous meeting of people who are also transforming themselves by adding exercise is wiping away any excuse that “Nobody understands” or that “I am all alone” in my efforts to add exercise into a sedentary life.
Friday, August 14, 2009
A whole different level.
I was talking to my cousin who runs marathons. She is preparing for one in Portland and she is going to run 21 miles this weekend as practice. Shhh Now that is a whole other level! Wow is all I can say. Wow and good luck on your marathon you Iron Momma. I am dedicating this post to AWE of that whole other level.
AIM (April the Iron Momma) speaks to me about how when you add the extra 5 miles your legs become more tired. I look at her with wide eyes and nod my head (as if!) As if I have any idea what that is like? Someday. Someday I might have a little peek into that experience. When I run and train for this I only intend on running 4 miles. Not 4 miles and a little more. NO, 4 miles then sit down. That is my plan. At least for today while I am on the uphill side of the transition between Couch Potato and Triathlete. Maybe when I am a little more on the other side I will change that plan. But Not-a-now Anyway.
That makes me think if I were writing this blog for the transition the other way it would be a lot less work for me. Hmmmmm.... to transform from Triathlete to Couch Potato? I wouldn’t even need new shoes to make that transition. Ah but see there is the rub, I have to become a Triathlete BEFORE I can transform.
Amanda mentioned she read somewhere that you wear out your running shoes about every 6 months. Hmm I thought about that and realized I haven’t had new day to day shoes in about 2 years. Might be why my feet are sore after the stairs? Anyway I never think to myself “hey lets go shopping for shoes”. What I think of those types of things I think of “Hey lets go buy some wood.”” The result is I don’t buy new shoes unless my wife notices how worn out they are and smacks me upside the head saying “Buy some new Shoes.” Since the boys came along my wife does not really notice how I dress anymore. This is a fact that is sometimes good and sometimes bad. So if you see my haircut (I do them myself I posted the pictures on Face book to prove it) and some in the back is longer than the rest that would be because Amanda said “Looks great” while half dragging half carrying the two little gropers to the car sp we could only be slightly late.
I did walk the Quest field Stairmaster (30 times = 2000 stairs) today. I am hoping to work in some Yoga this weekend. I can hear the Elephant ears at the Island County fair calling me. They’re not doughnuts just deep fried dough with powdered sugar. Crap I guess they are close cousins to the doughnut: (
AIM (April the Iron Momma) speaks to me about how when you add the extra 5 miles your legs become more tired. I look at her with wide eyes and nod my head (as if!) As if I have any idea what that is like? Someday. Someday I might have a little peek into that experience. When I run and train for this I only intend on running 4 miles. Not 4 miles and a little more. NO, 4 miles then sit down. That is my plan. At least for today while I am on the uphill side of the transition between Couch Potato and Triathlete. Maybe when I am a little more on the other side I will change that plan. But Not-a-now Anyway.
That makes me think if I were writing this blog for the transition the other way it would be a lot less work for me. Hmmmmm.... to transform from Triathlete to Couch Potato? I wouldn’t even need new shoes to make that transition. Ah but see there is the rub, I have to become a Triathlete BEFORE I can transform.
Amanda mentioned she read somewhere that you wear out your running shoes about every 6 months. Hmm I thought about that and realized I haven’t had new day to day shoes in about 2 years. Might be why my feet are sore after the stairs? Anyway I never think to myself “hey lets go shopping for shoes”. What I think of those types of things I think of “Hey lets go buy some wood.”” The result is I don’t buy new shoes unless my wife notices how worn out they are and smacks me upside the head saying “Buy some new Shoes.” Since the boys came along my wife does not really notice how I dress anymore. This is a fact that is sometimes good and sometimes bad. So if you see my haircut (I do them myself I posted the pictures on Face book to prove it) and some in the back is longer than the rest that would be because Amanda said “Looks great” while half dragging half carrying the two little gropers to the car sp we could only be slightly late.
I did walk the Quest field Stairmaster (30 times = 2000 stairs) today. I am hoping to work in some Yoga this weekend. I can hear the Elephant ears at the Island County fair calling me. They’re not doughnuts just deep fried dough with powdered sugar. Crap I guess they are close cousins to the doughnut: (
Big City
As some of you may know I work in the Big Emerald City, and things are not always pretty in the big city. I mean my bother-in-law David who lives in the Big Apple might understand. I know my soon to be sister-in-law Kim who is from Chicago would definitely understand.
I am talking about the big city doughnut pushers who are always on the streets and you try to avoid them but sometimes you can’t help it. You just heading to work and you come face to face with one. What can you do? When someone like “Joey Bag o Doughnuts” is in your face and says buy this glazed doughnut and eat it or else! It is a scary experience. I am just trying to make it too work two blocks away and I am confronted with this every day.
I might be coming off the train and someone is like “Here is a maple bar. Just take it”.
Or on the sidewalk people yell at you “Hey! What’s the matter you don’t like this cinnamon doughnut? YOU TO GOOD TO eat this doughnut? “
“You think you’re better than this icy twist?” “Just have one little cake doughnut. One is not going to hurt you.”
This is what I bravely face ALONE every day. It’s a cold place, the heart of the Emerald City and if you don’t watch your back the Doughnut pushers will get to you. I know it has happened to me!
I know you might find this hard to believe but I have succumbed to the pressure (once or twice or three times). And where are the Police? They see it! They have to know it happens as they ride around on their bikes without ever stopping. They don’t want anyone to be able to ride bikes as well as they can! Think about it people ….they don’t care because they have a stake in it….They started the craze and now where all they? You don’t see the cops in the doughnut shops anymore these days. See! They created the problem by supporting these dens of temptation for years. Now that these places are firmly established and they are leaving the rest of us out on our own. Where are the police now, they’re at Starbucks and you watch soon there will be a Starbucks on every cor……HA! Now you see I am right.
So when I tell you that I just had to have that doughnut this morning well now you will understand. It’s so hard but someone has to walk these streets of temptation.
Oh yeah I think I will probable need to walk 4000 steps to burn off that one doughnut.
But it taste so good. Yummm I am leaving a little piece of frosting stuck in my goatee near the corner of my mouth. This is so I can have it later on and all I will have to do is whip out my tongue to the left and then yum yum.
Still about 97% CP and maybe 1% Triathlete with 2% undecided.
I am talking about the big city doughnut pushers who are always on the streets and you try to avoid them but sometimes you can’t help it. You just heading to work and you come face to face with one. What can you do? When someone like “Joey Bag o Doughnuts” is in your face and says buy this glazed doughnut and eat it or else! It is a scary experience. I am just trying to make it too work two blocks away and I am confronted with this every day.
I might be coming off the train and someone is like “Here is a maple bar. Just take it”.
Or on the sidewalk people yell at you “Hey! What’s the matter you don’t like this cinnamon doughnut? YOU TO GOOD TO eat this doughnut? “
“You think you’re better than this icy twist?” “Just have one little cake doughnut. One is not going to hurt you.”
This is what I bravely face ALONE every day. It’s a cold place, the heart of the Emerald City and if you don’t watch your back the Doughnut pushers will get to you. I know it has happened to me!
I know you might find this hard to believe but I have succumbed to the pressure (once or twice or three times). And where are the Police? They see it! They have to know it happens as they ride around on their bikes without ever stopping. They don’t want anyone to be able to ride bikes as well as they can! Think about it people ….they don’t care because they have a stake in it….They started the craze and now where all they? You don’t see the cops in the doughnut shops anymore these days. See! They created the problem by supporting these dens of temptation for years. Now that these places are firmly established and they are leaving the rest of us out on our own. Where are the police now, they’re at Starbucks and you watch soon there will be a Starbucks on every cor……HA! Now you see I am right.
So when I tell you that I just had to have that doughnut this morning well now you will understand. It’s so hard but someone has to walk these streets of temptation.
Oh yeah I think I will probable need to walk 4000 steps to burn off that one doughnut.
But it taste so good. Yummm I am leaving a little piece of frosting stuck in my goatee near the corner of my mouth. This is so I can have it later on and all I will have to do is whip out my tongue to the left and then yum yum.
Still about 97% CP and maybe 1% Triathlete with 2% undecided.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
This is absurd
I am referring to this definition of absurd = ludicrous: ridiculous because of being irrational, incongruous, or illogical.
The mind is a funny computer that spits out answers no matter how absurd the question is. So if I ask it “What will my times be when I succeed? Or, how will I feel when I cross the finish line? My mind will find an answer. The answer is not the important part. The question is the important part. The mind doesn’t care if the answer makes any logical sense. The mind is task oriented and once it has an answer it moves on to the next question. So I am practicing feeding my mind the right questions. Also my legs are sore and tired and my feet hurt (must be the shoes).
In addition to this mental reprogramming inside my head there is a war between two little men 1. Mr. Enthusiasm (call Mr. E) who says “Yeah go for it try something you have never tried!” “You can do it” and his rival 2. Mr. Sarcasm (call Mr. S) “If you fail at this you will look really stupid” “You are going to write this in public and let others see you efforts.” “Pah you’re only capable of what you have done before.”
Mr. E says “This is your life! The time is NOW! The only time we are alive is in the Present moment. Seize it Damn it!”
Mr. S says “smoking is easier, and you have always been good at that“
Mr. E says, “Let’s take Mr. S out to the woods and leave him there”
Mr. E and I are going to cross that finish line. I can write this book anyway I want to, it’s my book, and it’s my life. I can do this because I say I can.
Amanda did it.
Jason and Kathy did it.
Molly did it.
Val’s brother did it.
Aaron did it.
Candice and Sarah did it
Heather did it.
I can do it.
For me to do this is absurd. But it is also very possible and with the support of the poeple around me and lots of work I can do this.
The mind is a funny computer that spits out answers no matter how absurd the question is. So if I ask it “What will my times be when I succeed? Or, how will I feel when I cross the finish line? My mind will find an answer. The answer is not the important part. The question is the important part. The mind doesn’t care if the answer makes any logical sense. The mind is task oriented and once it has an answer it moves on to the next question. So I am practicing feeding my mind the right questions. Also my legs are sore and tired and my feet hurt (must be the shoes).
In addition to this mental reprogramming inside my head there is a war between two little men 1. Mr. Enthusiasm (call Mr. E) who says “Yeah go for it try something you have never tried!” “You can do it” and his rival 2. Mr. Sarcasm (call Mr. S) “If you fail at this you will look really stupid” “You are going to write this in public and let others see you efforts.” “Pah you’re only capable of what you have done before.”
Mr. E says “This is your life! The time is NOW! The only time we are alive is in the Present moment. Seize it Damn it!”
Mr. S says “smoking is easier, and you have always been good at that“
Mr. E says, “Let’s take Mr. S out to the woods and leave him there”
Mr. E and I are going to cross that finish line. I can write this book anyway I want to, it’s my book, and it’s my life. I can do this because I say I can.
Amanda did it.
Jason and Kathy did it.
Molly did it.
Val’s brother did it.
Aaron did it.
Candice and Sarah did it
Heather did it.
I can do it.
For me to do this is absurd. But it is also very possible and with the support of the poeple around me and lots of work I can do this.
Monday, August 10, 2009
ONE THOUSAND STEPS
I did 1120 steps today at lunch (old school stair master) in about 35 minutes. It felt great and I looked out North at the city from the top of the steps and I thought I wonder if this is helping? Some people tried to talk me into going to a master swim class which is pure insanity. I think Jackson and Jacobi swim better than me now. I wonder if I put a sign on my back during the swim portion that reads “SPEED BUMP” maybe people will not swim over me. I hear rumors that people do that and it is freaking me out. Has anyone noticed yet I am not so comfortable in the water, in fact one might say I have a fear of drowning. My wife thinks that’s all in my head and I respond Yes. Yes it is all in my head because that is where most fear lives. Why did I agree to do this again? Ooooooo I am having a minor panic attack at the thought of all these people swimming over me during the swim. All I can think of is if it happens I will find them after I get out and run over them on my Bike (even if they have already finished). Maybe a sign that says “student Swimmer” will work? I am going to try to fit more Yoga in tonight because I obviously need to find my “happy place”. (I touched every step). Amanda did the damn swim in 14 minutes and judging my level to hers means I will most likely do it in 140 minutes. I know I need to “visualize Success” and attract the me I want to be, and I do believe in the positive affirmations blah blah but that doesn’t mean I don’t freak out once in a while. Right now I am freaking out. Well once I get home the boys will SNAP me back to the present. They do that well.
Rested today
DAY 8:
Sunday I rested (as much as the boys would let me) and we went to the Mariners game where I alternated between carrying my two sons on my shoulders (40 pounders). Jackson was gripping my fore head so hard I was sweating and then he would try to “steer me” which after 10 minutes results in a skin burn something like that game you used to play called “Wanna see a Strawberry Patch?” If you don’t remember ask a friend they will most likely show you on your fore arm. (Trick is they rub your arm so hard it burns and looks red like a Strawberry). After we got home Jack wasn’t done with me we played wrestler on the front lawn. IT is fun and I taught him before each round to slap his head like John Candy did in the movie “Stripes” (the mud wrestling scene) only he does it on the back instead of the front. Being a dad is the best.
Sunday I rested (as much as the boys would let me) and we went to the Mariners game where I alternated between carrying my two sons on my shoulders (40 pounders). Jackson was gripping my fore head so hard I was sweating and then he would try to “steer me” which after 10 minutes results in a skin burn something like that game you used to play called “Wanna see a Strawberry Patch?” If you don’t remember ask a friend they will most likely show you on your fore arm. (Trick is they rub your arm so hard it burns and looks red like a Strawberry). After we got home Jack wasn’t done with me we played wrestler on the front lawn. IT is fun and I taught him before each round to slap his head like John Candy did in the movie “Stripes” (the mud wrestling scene) only he does it on the back instead of the front. Being a dad is the best.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
How Flexy am I now !
Quick answer: Not so Flexy. Today I did manage to 20 minutes of Yoga and felt a little better afterwards and for most of the day. Now my legs and butt are a little sore and I think I could use a massage.
Too bad I am not good friends with a maasuge therapist ....imagine if you were married to one....you might think you would get a massage out of it......Well PAH. That's all fantasy land.
Where was I before that digression, oh yeah I started Yoga and even though 20 minutes is not much it is better than nothing. I also stopped taking the Bus in the mornings, instead I walk and I am thinking about walking up hill next month. he he he "Baby steps into the kitchen" ("What about Bob" movie).
My goal is to wake up at 4:00 am and do 30 minutes of Yoga everyday, problem is that when I do any lying down poses at that time in the morning I end up going to sleep again. Unitl Mijo my chocolate lab starts licking my face because he wants me to get off the floor and feed him his breakfast. I know that is a horrible time of the day to try to fit Yoga in. I love my kids and with a 3 and a 4 year old having time in a normal day for is a rarity. Boys are BUSY!
Too bad I am not good friends with a maasuge therapist ....imagine if you were married to one....you might think you would get a massage out of it......Well PAH. That's all fantasy land.
Where was I before that digression, oh yeah I started Yoga and even though 20 minutes is not much it is better than nothing. I also stopped taking the Bus in the mornings, instead I walk and I am thinking about walking up hill next month. he he he "Baby steps into the kitchen" ("What about Bob" movie).
My goal is to wake up at 4:00 am and do 30 minutes of Yoga everyday, problem is that when I do any lying down poses at that time in the morning I end up going to sleep again. Unitl Mijo my chocolate lab starts licking my face because he wants me to get off the floor and feed him his breakfast. I know that is a horrible time of the day to try to fit Yoga in. I love my kids and with a 3 and a 4 year old having time in a normal day for is a rarity. Boys are BUSY!
Friday, August 7, 2009
The Eye of the Tiger
Day 6: Finally the days of my training are caught up to the days of my Blog, I am sure everyone was bothered by that. Today I actually exercised. I played Rocky on the steps of Seahawk Stadium today at lunch time. Well maybe mini-rocky because I walked instead of ran. I walked the 40 steps in front of Seahawk stadium 13 times = 520 stairs. Next time (maybe Monday) I will give myself more time and go for 1000 steps. My only rule is that I do not skip any steps. Why make this rule? No real idea it just came to me. Some ideas are good and some are not so good. Oooh my legs feel sore now that it has been a couple hours. Had a minor set back in the doughnut department this morning when I had one (Blueberry cake with glaze icing). I plan to start Yoga this weekend with some instruction from the best Yoga teacher in the World!
Still sitting on the couch
Day 5: I am a little more serious today. Today was dedicated to realizing I am really going to try this, not just talk about it or wish I could do it, but really do it with all my heart. This is scary to say “Hey I can not even come close to doing that today, but I want to learn how to do that. I am going to learn how to do that”.
How can I fail I have S.W.I.M. Inc. behind me; (pushing actually) not just me but all the men to join them. SWIM Inc. stands for the South Whidbey Iron Momma’s Incorporated. They are incorporated so they don’t have to be personally liable. These are the real puppet masters pulling the strings. I know the truth about their little conspiracy parties called “play dates”. At least I know I will not be doing this alone, I won’t name complete names (E_die and Don_ie) but other brave souls are willing to sacrifice themselves with me. Some again I won’t name complete names (J_son) have not committed and that is only because they fail to realize that resistence to S.W.I.M. INC is futile. All this blah blah and no exercise went to the Park for free concert instead and the band was good. Tillers Folly I think?
How can I fail I have S.W.I.M. Inc. behind me; (pushing actually) not just me but all the men to join them. SWIM Inc. stands for the South Whidbey Iron Momma’s Incorporated. They are incorporated so they don’t have to be personally liable. These are the real puppet masters pulling the strings. I know the truth about their little conspiracy parties called “play dates”. At least I know I will not be doing this alone, I won’t name complete names (E_die and Don_ie) but other brave souls are willing to sacrifice themselves with me. Some again I won’t name complete names (J_son) have not committed and that is only because they fail to realize that resistence to S.W.I.M. INC is futile. All this blah blah and no exercise went to the Park for free concert instead and the band was good. Tillers Folly I think?
Conspiracy ?
Day 4: Have you ever climbed the high dive ladder and when you reached the top said inside your head “What the hell am I doing here?” Or maybe stood up to give a speech and thought “AAAHHhhhhhhhh” I am paralyzed ! My only comfort is this insane event which is going to be hell is 361 days away. Now all of these evil little devils will begin to surround me telling me it is “fun” and “easy” and “no problem” Which if you ever go to hell you would expect from all the other tortured souls stuck there. They want to pull you into their fiery pits to join in their misery. Seriously people don’t forget I was there and I saw your faces 4 days ago when you all ran across that line. Not to mention you were ALL running and natural instinct tells me when all these people run away from something it is not a “fun” thing that I should go check out!
The Reality Smackdown
DAY TWO: I agreed to go on a run with Amanda and Lady luck intervened. Lady luck gave Amanda a hair appointment so we couldn't go running. Amanda also mentioned I don't have the correct shoes which means I can procrastinate the running for a little longer (the running part I am thinking is going to be something like hell).
DAY THREE: I went for a bike ride just to try Amanda's bike. It was a short bike ride (under 3 miles) and I almost did not make it back. It started well and then when I pushed it up this hill I began to learn the reality of how out of shape I am. At the last corner I began getting quesy in my stomach. 100 yards from the driveway my vision started to darken on the corners and dizzyness hit me. When I rolled up the driveway I felt so bad I almost fell off the bike and had to lay on the garage floor with my head on the cool concrete for about ten minutes. I realized something in hindsight, I did not really eat anything all day. I had to fast until 10:30 then had a coffee and bagel, then later had a handful of grapes and one of the last brownies left over, (they are healthy brownies because they have spinich in them). So lesson learned = If your going to exercise you might want to eat. I may be a little slow learning this but I will get there. I will cross that finish line (hopefully before dark).
DAY THREE: I went for a bike ride just to try Amanda's bike. It was a short bike ride (under 3 miles) and I almost did not make it back. It started well and then when I pushed it up this hill I began to learn the reality of how out of shape I am. At the last corner I began getting quesy in my stomach. 100 yards from the driveway my vision started to darken on the corners and dizzyness hit me. When I rolled up the driveway I felt so bad I almost fell off the bike and had to lay on the garage floor with my head on the cool concrete for about ten minutes. I realized something in hindsight, I did not really eat anything all day. I had to fast until 10:30 then had a coffee and bagel, then later had a handful of grapes and one of the last brownies left over, (they are healthy brownies because they have spinich in them). So lesson learned = If your going to exercise you might want to eat. I may be a little slow learning this but I will get there. I will cross that finish line (hopefully before dark).
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Fools Rush in
This post is after the day but I have to catch up so don't look at the date on the post just know it is day one.
Day one: Sunday what did I do for my training?
I thought about it a lot. I hate running (in fact I have traditionally up until 10 months ago prefered smoking over running). I tried to run on the treadmill for 5 minutes and struggled a lot. I cant swim well or far ( 2.5 miles at this point may as well be the english channel). I wonder if they will allow water wings? with all those yellow swim caps they may not notice. My biking is my strong suit, that one I think I can do some what. I used to do some Mountain Biking in San Diego 5 - 6 years ago.
I am 41 and have not been doing anything resembling exercise for about 9 months. My waist is around 36 but my belly measures 41 inches at the belly button. I get winded walking one flight of stairs. I currently weigh 214 pounds.
I talked with Amanda about how it was for her doing the swimming biking and running. Her descriptions tired me out so I decided todays training would involve giving up something. I should probably give up Potatoe Chips and Doughnuts. Okay I will give these two up for one year YES. Yes I have procrastinated the exercise one more day.
Day one: Sunday what did I do for my training?
I thought about it a lot. I hate running (in fact I have traditionally up until 10 months ago prefered smoking over running). I tried to run on the treadmill for 5 minutes and struggled a lot. I cant swim well or far ( 2.5 miles at this point may as well be the english channel). I wonder if they will allow water wings? with all those yellow swim caps they may not notice. My biking is my strong suit, that one I think I can do some what. I used to do some Mountain Biking in San Diego 5 - 6 years ago.
I am 41 and have not been doing anything resembling exercise for about 9 months. My waist is around 36 but my belly measures 41 inches at the belly button. I get winded walking one flight of stairs. I currently weigh 214 pounds.
I talked with Amanda about how it was for her doing the swimming biking and running. Her descriptions tired me out so I decided todays training would involve giving up something. I should probably give up Potatoe Chips and Doughnuts. Okay I will give these two up for one year YES. Yes I have procrastinated the exercise one more day.
Dangerous Wonderings
This is my journey from Couch Potato to Triathlete.
Over the next 365 days I am going to get myself ready and train to participate in the Whidbey Island Triathlon in 2010.
I watched all these people on Saturday participating in the Whidbey Island Triathlon and I wanted to be a part of it.
They made it look fun. So I told my wonderful wife (who had just impressed me by completing the Triathlon in 2 hours 15 minutes) that I would do it next year.
Once I realized the finality of that comment (no way Amanda lets me take that one back). I started racing my brain to come up with creative ways I could get myself to actually follow through. That led me to this! Yes this Blog is my brains answer to how to get me to actually go through with this dream of becoming a Triathlete at 42. I figure if I record it and make it into a story I might pretend it is someone else who has to exercise. See how I out smart my own brain by using my natural denial tendancy's against myself. I am smarter than myself. I will trick the lazy part of me into thinking it is only the blog part of me doing the exercise. So here we go! Wahoo !
Over the next 365 days I am going to get myself ready and train to participate in the Whidbey Island Triathlon in 2010.
I watched all these people on Saturday participating in the Whidbey Island Triathlon and I wanted to be a part of it.
They made it look fun. So I told my wonderful wife (who had just impressed me by completing the Triathlon in 2 hours 15 minutes) that I would do it next year.
Once I realized the finality of that comment (no way Amanda lets me take that one back). I started racing my brain to come up with creative ways I could get myself to actually follow through. That led me to this! Yes this Blog is my brains answer to how to get me to actually go through with this dream of becoming a Triathlete at 42. I figure if I record it and make it into a story I might pretend it is someone else who has to exercise. See how I out smart my own brain by using my natural denial tendancy's against myself. I am smarter than myself. I will trick the lazy part of me into thinking it is only the blog part of me doing the exercise. So here we go! Wahoo !
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