Tuesday, June 28, 2011

The Great Running Skirt Debate

There has been a lot of smack talk about wanting to "look cute" and wearing running skirts. People tend to think the two go hand-in-hand. People who want to look cute or wear skirts aren't real runners. My take?


I couldn't have explained the pro's of running skirts better than Go, Tracy, Go on her blog. For me, I like them because they don't ride up in the hooha area and hide the crotch sweat and/or swamp ass while out on a long run. As an added bonus you get a nice breeze up in the lady parts area. Winner!

I really don't give two shits about what I look like or if I am wearing a matching assemble on my run. My running "outfits" consists of only a select few items that I wear over and over again. If I happen to look *gasp* cute wearing one of my running skirts, then wooo-fucking-hooo. Although unintentional, I am happy someone thought I looked cute because I guarantee you that I am not feeling cute. But don't mistake me for not being a real runner. My swamp ass can prove it.

If you are against wearing a running skirt because you don't want to look cute (or they are too cutesy) or don't want people to think of you as a real runner then why are you running? Is what people are wearing really that important or is the attitude that pisses people off?

The latter, I get.

Listen, I've snarked on people for looking like they have just jumped off of a "Women's Running" magazine or on people who wear full make-up to a race, but here is the thing. If that is what makes them feel comfortable or confident in order to have a great race, then I need to shut the hell up. Face it. Running is a vanity sport. People want to feel good about themselves and we all display it in different ways. It is the attitude that separates the runners from the wanna-be's. Not the skirts.

People that don't put the work in, but strut around like a pretty little peacock and try not to break a sweat so their make-up doesn't run are the ones that need to have their asses kicked. But don't get them mixed up with the ones that are putting the time and effort in and just look fucking good doing it -- skirt or no skirt.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Hills Suck!

My feet hurt! And I have a big ass blister on my toe. Can I bitch any more? Yes. Yes, I can.

Last week's long run sucked so bad that there is no level of suckness that would describe it. But if there was it would one of the circles in Dante's Inferno.

We were to run 12 miles. By mile 5, I knew I wasn't going to make it. It would have to be 10 and that was if I was lucky. To make matters worse is that my water bottles had been stored in a drawer that held dryer sheets. Yep. Every sip tasted like I was sucking on a bounce dryer sheet. Ahhhhh...refreshing.

It was hot...so....hot. I do not do well in the heat and we were doing hills. Long, tortures hills up on the SU hill. Now, I work at the University and DRIVE the hills, not run. This was definitely a painful eye opener. Finally, my whining wore down my friends and we agreed to only do 10. Then one of my running gals dared suggest we run another monstrous hill on our way back to the cars. I turned into a five year old and had an absolute fit on Comstock Ave. There was foot stomping, swearing and quite possibly threats. No. There was definitely threats.

Seeing as I have the best running buds ever (or they fear me) we headed back to the cars minus the bitch slapping hill. However, there was a lot of walking the last mile. It was a demoralizing run.

Today, however, was a much better! It was a hell of a lot cooler, cloudy skies, and the course was flat as my chest. We ran 12 miles and the last mile sucked, but doesn't the last mile always suck on a long run? My feet hurt and I have a blister, but it was a good run. Finally! A good run.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Inspiring Women

During your training have you ever come across an opportunity to meet someone or see something that puts life in perspective? Makes you look at yourself and who you are?

This morning, I had the pleasure of meeting a woman that epitomizes the word courage and why I run, bike, swim and stay active. Because no matter what, the best thing we can do for our mental and physical being is to always challenge ourselves, but at the same time be compassionate, caring and realize that we are all in this together. Put the competitive crap aside and be part of something other than yourself.

I am training for the Iron Girl in August. The University I work for put together a team and I got sucked into it. There are about 70 women, but I've only met a handful of them. This week, I sent out a message about getting together to ride the 18 mile bike course. Out of 70 people only five people showed up today; the most awesome five people on the planet.

All of us were strangers in the beginning, but comrades by the end. Why? Because we all had one core value in common: No one gets left behind.

A woman in our little group is 61 and has brain cancer. She didn't have the greatest bike and was a little unsteady as she rode. We all agreed immediately that we would watch out for her, although she kept telling us not to worry, go ahead without me, I am fine. No. This group of strangers made a decision that her safety is more important than a workout and it worked out perfectly.

One of us would ride with her, while the others rode ahead to the next intersection. Wait. Take a short break. Then switch. Each of us got a good ride in, but was able to help "Sue" get what she needed to do.

It was so inspiring to ride with these women. They made me appreciate life and compassion.

Get out there. Appreciate what you have, not what you don't.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Spending money like I got it

This week I bought a new pair of clip shoes. WTH on the price of clips shoes!!! The lady at the cycle shop pulled out a pair with a $200 price tag! I was like those shoes better have jet engines on them for that freaking price. Then she said something that made me shut up:

"How much do you spend on your running shoes and how often do you replace them? These you will have for years."


However, I still refused to spend $200 bucks! Even if they lasted till the next Rapture, I couldn't bring myself to plunk down $200. Thankfully, I found a nice pair at a less than sphincter tightening price and I bought them. Before I left the store, I asked them if they could take the clips off my old pair and put them on the new pair. All I can say is thank you baby jesus I asked because the shoes I bought didn't fit the clips I had on my old shoes. The new pair only fit the BIG ass clips, which meant, I had the wrong pedals for the shoes I just bought.


You know what the asked me? If I wanted to buy new pedals to go with the shoes. Ummmmm...hell to the no. I just bought a new bike and replaced the pedals with clip pedals so I want a freaking shoe that will fit the pedals I already have!

Their argument. These clips/pedals will give you more power.

I. Don't. Care.

I am cheap AND I am not an elite athlete. All I want is to complete. Not compete.

They found me another pair of shoes. Best part. They were cheaper.

Tomorrow -- my first open swim. *sob*

Sunday, June 12, 2011

No Noodles!

I am nervous that I may not be training enough -- why do I feel that way? Because it is a struggle to get one ride in a week and when I do, it is only 8 miles. Running is down to 2-3 times a week (one run being long). Swimming about 2 times a week. Not. Enough.

I am struggling. One solution is to get up in the morning. Have to suck it up and get my ass out of bed. But I LOVE sleep. Seriously, I do believe I was a cat in a past life.

What is killing me is that I have a training plan laid out in front of me. However, the past 3 weeks have been difficult to follow due to life; animal emergencies, family and work events, etc. I have to make a mental effort to hit all my workouts (a.k.a. get my butt out of bed) this week.

There is one thing I am really happy about and it is my swimming. Today was the last day of the 8 week swim clinic. This clinic has helped me tremendously with my technique and speed. Still have a lot of work to do on the endurance. I have the same problem in the water that I do on land by starting out WAY to fast. Something I have to master before the Tri in August.

On the agenda this week is my first open water swim on Wednesday. Last week, I went out to volunteer and observe how everything went down. About 90 people showed up and they expect over hundred next week. To keep from shitting myself from fear, I kept telling myself this will be great training to swim with a hundred people thrashing around me, trying to kick me in the face. Good times.

During the swim, I'd noticed a few women coming in with noodles. You know the kind kids play with in pools. Found out that the lifeguards give them to people who are struggling.

Please, please, please. I don't want to get noodled next week.

Sunday, June 05, 2011

Blonde Moments

I am losing it, people. My brain is slowly turning into something you would see here.

Friday, I went to a surprise birthday party with the full intention with only staying an hour and being home by 7:30 p.m., because I was running a 10 miler the next morning. When I walked in there it was...an open bar. Shit. My second intention was to only have one drink. But every time my drink was empty another would magically appear in my hands. I knew it was time to go when I started doing the booty dance.

Next morning I drag my hungover ass out of bed and head to the parkway. My friend, Shannon, was not sympathetic to my cause and actually, I do believe, was amused by my pain, but she was great the entire run. Letting me stop (a lot) for water breaks. It didn't get really rough until mile 7. At that point the pounding on my head matched that of my feet hitting the pavement.

After the run, I went home to stuff my face, drink a gallon of water and take a 2 hour nap. Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh....naaaaaps.

Next day was my swim class that I have been taking for the past six weeks. But today, it was like it was the first class. Why? Because I showed up 30 motherfuc*ing minutes late. Why? Because I had it in my head it was at 9:30 a.m. I'VE BEEN TAKING THIS CLASS FOR SIX WEEKS. What is wrong with me?!

I stroll in and walk by the windows to the pool. See people in the pool and think "hey, I wonder what class that is" Insert blonde joke here. Head to the locker room and now I am getting the sense something is wrong. Where is everyone?! It hits me. That was MY class.

Now. There is NO way to go into class without everyone -- even the coach -- not noticing that you are 30 minutes late! Literally I slink in --eyes downcast -- tail tucked between my legs -- take my shirt off -- and high tail it to a lane. They were 30 minutes into class and working on something -- still don't know what. I jump in and start swimming like a mad woman with each stroke saying to myself -- idiot -- idiot-idiot and finally got in a nice rhythm. Who knew self- deprecating could be a training technique.

Here comes blonde moment #866 for the day. In the locker room I am standing there in my bra looking for my shirt. Where the hell is my shirt? Oh. I wore it out to the pool. It is sitting on the bench. S.H.I.T. Really?! What the hell is wrong with me.

I went home and went back to bed.

Saturday, June 04, 2011

Good News!

John is doing much better. The sparkle is back in his eyes and he is getting around on his own. No more having to take him out the front door to get to the backyard. He can go up and down the stairs on his own.

I have to admit I was very skeptical over the laser therapy, but a few of my friends had it done on their greyhounds with great success. It appears it is working wonders for John too. Waiting patiently for his first laser treatment

Kathy the tech getting everything ready - I get to wear the groovy glasses too