For some reason, a lot of random thoughts and questions came to me this week while training (and recovering). Not to mention some VERY weird dreams involving everything from tidal waves to an English speaking pet baby T-Rex. Since this is my own personal writing space that I control among the Internets, I decided to share what goes on inside this head of mine.
I have a lot more patience for stretching, foam rolling, and core workouts now that I have discovered the podcast Serial. Thanks, Michael. I am currently on episode 10 and will not know what to do without my new addiction once I am finished. Are there any other podcasts out there that you would recommend?
GU tastes pretty bland and boring when you eat one while catching the aroma of bacon and fresh bread in the air. Why oh why do I choose running routes that pass by places that make me drool? Maybe what I should do is buy a bunch of that no-flavor GU and pretend I am eating a bunch of bacon. Or write GU a letter and suggest they work on a new maple bacon flavor with extra caffeine.
Gotta love that one song that is strategically placed in the middle of your playlist for a little pick-me-up during your run. Yesterday that song was Wake Me Up by Avicii. Very fitting, if you ask me. What are some other good “pick-me-up” songs?
For some reason I have a pretty foot and an ugly foot. Not ugly in that it is missing multiple toenails or growing fungus, but it is definitely drier, more calloused, and beat up. My left foot, on the other hand, looks as though it has a daily pedicure. Why is that?
When it comes to swimming, I have officially nicknamed myself the caboose. It’s ok to give yourself a nickname, right? Somebody has to be the caboose. My goal is to relieve myself of the nickname and pass the torch to someone else before my first half Ironman in May. Or, I could use this…
Juiced Perfume Lady? I think I’ll stick with Caboose.
I was watching the Bachelor this week and there was a woman who could do multiple (yes, multiple) pull-ups with a 25lb weight strapped to her feet. I can’t even do one pull-up to save my life. How does one even get there? Do you keep trying until one day you somehow magically make it over the bar? I don’t get it. Speaking of the Bachelor, is anyone else watching?
I’m teaching a class on motivation this term and am trying to figure out how to transition some of the topics into the blog without sounding to academic or formal. I’m used to writing in APA format and speaking in a more professional manner within the context of my job, and find it difficult at times to shift from “work” vocabulary to “normal” language. I prefer this blog to be easy reading and not a place where my career takes over.
I decided to invest more time and energy into becoming a better swimmer (and no longer being the caboose) by buying my own set of paddles and a pull buoy. I hear paddles can help with your stroke, but the thing is, I have never used them before and they showed up looking like some sort of tinker toy I would have to put together. Yes, I will go run or bike for hours, yet I am too lazy to spend five minutes figuring out how to put these things together. When it comes to laziness, mine is very specific. Is anyone else like this?
I have 12 hours of training on my schedule this week and my coach labels this a “preparation” week. This is both scary and exhilarating all at the same time. Preparation for what? The end of the world? A war? An Ironman? I guess we’ll find out.
Tomorrow evening there is a very, VERY important football game on between my Seattle Seahawks and the Carolina Panthers, and I will be on high alert for most of the day. Thank goodness I have to swim and bike in the morning – my low level of patience would otherwise destroy me. Go HAWKS!!!