Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery None but ourselves can free our minds Have no fear for atomic energy Cause none of them can stop the time How long shall they kill our prophets While we stand aside and look Some say it’s just a part of it We’ve got to fulfill the book
3:28 on 3/28
I have songs that are comfort songs in down times. This is one. Rest in peace, Joe.
Florida is seriously becoming infamous for letting COLD BLOODED MURDERERS walk the streets. 'Oh, you murdered your beautiful 2-year-old baby girl so you could party with your awesome friends? That's okay, we'll let cha go.' 'Hey dude, you shot that 17-year-old black boy because he looked "suspicious". Ahhh, it's no big deal. Have a great day. Wait Sir, you almost forgot your murder weapon. LOL. Here ya go.' WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE?
Hi! I’m still doing the triathlon thing. I don’t post about it much. Mostly because I’m lazy. And partly because I’ve had a crap time getting my workouts done. Last week I was sick…not terribly, but whatever. This week has been chaotic. Here’s the lesson I’ve learned: get the fuck up and do it in the morning. If I don’t run/bike/core/lift in the mornings, it ain’t getting done. Swimming has to be done at night so there’s no choice there and I was supposed to swim Monday but we were under a tornado warning and it was lightning and raining like crazy so the pool was closed. Tomorrow is another swim day and it WILL get done (but swimming is my favorite so it’s not hard to be motivated to do it).
Also: back to raw foods. I’ve been off the wagon nutrition wise for a while. All that hard work I’m seldom putting in isn’t going to matter if I can’t get that shit straight too. No, PJ, you don’t need to go to McDonald’s for a cookie and a coke. I went to the health food store today and I got a spinach/orange juice and DAMN it was so good. I miss my daily green juice and I miss eating raw foods. I doubt I’ll ever be 100%, but I really do love the raw food thing. It feels good. It’s sounds hokey and hippie and whatever but dude…living food has a different vibe than dead food. I got my greens and I got my juicer out and first thing in the am, I’m hitting the green juice. YUM!
Hopefully, I’m only two weeks out from getting my bike. The guy at the LBS (and by local bike shop, I mean the bike shop 75 miles from me) is helping me out and hunting up something good for me. I’m jacked up about it. I’m ready to get off the spin bike and on the road.
I’m volunteering with our Team Tri at the end of the month, and watching a tri in May that’s at the same venue as the one I’m doing in August. I’m hoping to really scope the courses out while I’m there. There’s a good chance I’ll be racing in June/July too depending on how training goes the next few weeks. I’m happy. For the first time in my life, I’m doing stuff instead of talking about it. I have a LONG way to go, but I’m getting there.
Let me preface this by saying I was terrified. I almost skipped it. I tried to come up with reasons not to go, but in the end I showed up. As I sat in the parking lot and watched all the skinny triathletes go in I literally had a panic attack and almost left. There were tears rolling down my eyes when my coach pulled in to the space next to me. Dammit. Couldn’t get out of it.
I went in and and just kinda stood there. I stripped down (my suit was under my shorts and tshirt and struggled with my swim cap but I got it on. I went to down the remedial swimmers end of the pool and took off. I was pretty bad. Tim, one of the coaches really helped me out today. He gave me some tools and some tips to help get me started. I feel like I learned so much today. And I was terrible. I made the comment about being a fat old lady and he told me that I only get to do it once, because there’s a warrior inside. And that’s the kind of thing I needed to hear. That’s why I went with coaches and a team. Sometimes, I need reminders. For a first time, it wasn’t nearly as scary as I had made it out to be in my head. I have a long way to go. I basically have to learn how to swim the right way all over again. And I have to learn to breathe. I have this terrible habit of getting a big breath, holding it as long as I can, and then gasping for air midway at the pool and not being able to getting a breath. Instead, I should be breathing as I go. Exhaling as I swim and popping up for a breath when I need one, but I shouldn’t be gasping. So I have some stuff to work on this next two weeks until I can get back up to a group swim.
The suck thing is, my pool is closed this week for spring break. But I can work on breathing techniques outside the pool. When I did aikido, I learned to breathe. Somewhere along the way, I’ve forgotten. So I need to learn again. Overall, it was an awesome day. Tim told me that they have lots and lots of people that tell them they want to do a triathlon and those people never show up. He said, I showed up all the way from Stephenville so I’m way ahead of all those others that don’t even show up. It’s a good place to start. I’m excited. I’m in the right place, with the coaches.