Friday, March 16, 2012

Getting There

I am getting better.

I am not apologizing for my pace, but it is hard. It is always right there on the tip of my tongue.

I am no longer saying -- "I run slow - 10/10:30 minute mile."

It feels awkward not to say something negative about my pace.  However, I am coming to realize (very slowly) that my pace is what it is. Would I like to be faster. Yes. Is it going to happen?  I don't think so. Maybe shave a few seconds off of here or there, but mostly it is what it is.

Something happened this week that made me realize that my activity level is really not the norm.  I was meeting with a student nutritionist and she asked me about how often I exercised.  I told her that on the weekends I do a long run of about 10 miles in the off season and longer in the summer for training.  The look on her face was one I  wish I could frame and keep on my wall.  It was of astonishment.  Like I was some sort of super woman.  It made me feel awesome.

I am thinking of trying to meet with her once a week.

This enlightenment will only last till May.  Until I start training with a group of people much faster and way more talented than I.  Sonofbitches.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Ah, Spring.  Busy, busy time of year.  Once graduation hits in May and campus becomes a ghost town, I will have a life again.  Until then I am just trying to keep my head above water.

Last night I attended a workshop on how to fix a bike flat.  Let's just say that if I ever get a flat in a race I am SCREWED. Getting the tire off is a BITCH!  Seriously. My mitts aren't strong enough, but after lots of swear words I got that bastard off. Bill from Advance Cyclery was a fantastic teacher.  He had us take our tube out and hand it to him so he can put a hole in it!!!!!!!  The look on our faces was priceless.  He showed us how to find the hole and patch it in a few different ways.  He gave us a brand new tube and showed us how to put the tire back together. Which brought on a whole other round of cursing.

Today I ran the Shamrock 4 mile race around Tipp Hill.  LOVE this race.  3200 of your closest craziest friends that wear every Irish thing they could get their hands on. Music along the course and Irish dancers. It is a race I like to do for a good time, not to crush a time or race.  Too much bobbing and weaving for me.  It was nice to just go out and enjoy the race because I didn't care about time.  Afterwards, a few friends and I hit a local pub, had a few beers.

Weirdness for this week was reading about a V Steam.  WTF?  Really?! Really.  I can honestly say this is something I will never do.  And I am okay with it.