Miles Ran: 2.5 (!!!!!!!!!)
Meters Swam: 300
Distance Biked: 0
As you can see, I ran two and a half miles today!! For most people thats not a big deal, but for me it felt like a huge achievement. I told myself I would run/walk for 30 minutes no matter what and see how far I went. I covered the screen on the treadmill with a towel and just hit it. So at least now I know I can do it. I know Ill be exhausted after biking 12 miles, but I know i can walk 3 miles without much effort.
On a side note, we are still waiting from a letter from Emory. Sonny went with his mom yesterday to the campus to talk to the chairman of the Anesthesiology department and the assistant to someone who is on the admissions committee. He said he wants me to open the letter when it comes, which I am excited about. We have been praying pretty hard for an acceptance from Emory. I hope the Lord thinks that it would be as good for us as we do... guess we'll see...
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
The Big Green Monster
I am jealous. I think I might have broken a commandment today. I had a terrible day, and then to cap it off I walk into the bike store where Sonny is picking out his graduation present to see his name on the most beautiful Cannondale I have ever seen. White, sleek, and shiny-- it makes my second-hand Giant look like a rusty tricycle.
And guess what else? He offered to give me his old helmet. AND he wants to take the seat off MY BIKE because its better than his. I love him but I want to strangle him. Seriously.
And guess what else? He offered to give me his old helmet. AND he wants to take the seat off MY BIKE because its better than his. I love him but I want to strangle him. Seriously.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Training Log
Ran: 1.2 miles
Biked: 0
Swam: 10 laps (500 meters)
Highlight of my week: Bought my road bike!
I am officially registered for my very first triathlon!! Here is the link: http://www.gamultisports.com/turtlecrawl.html in case you want to check it out. We are swimming in the ocean, and running and biking a course that is parallel to the ocean. Despite this good news and giving me a renewed focus on my goal, today sucked.
We got up this morning at 4:50. I wasnt sleepy, but my body felt drained. Yesterday in spin class I had an asthma attack after our 15 minute hill and had to run out of the room and fight the nausea. I know Im not pregnant, but I cant explain all this fatigue. My inhaler was low, and I replaced it today--hopefully I will be back on track tommorrow. So, back to today. I got dressed and we went to the gym. I stretched, did a few arm weight exercises and got on the treadmill to try to run. I felt like crap. I was so discouraged. I was tired and angry at myself for being tired and not being able to do much of anything. After that miserable mile, I did some sit ups in the weight room and we went to the pool. I sat on the bench by the edge of the pool and was so overcome by discouragement I didnt want to move. In the locker room as I changed into my swimsuit I kept thinking to myself "I cant do this. Ill never be able to do this. What have I gotten myself in to?". This same defeatist mantra hung over my head as I sat by the edge of the pool and contemplated quitting. I tugged my goggles over my head and plopped into the lane Sonny was in. He noticed my expression and asked me what was wrong. Hot tears pricked my eyes as I shared with him my sentiments. He reassured me in his simple way, telling me that yes, I could do this and no I wasnt going to drown, nor would I collapse just before the finish line in a sweaty dehydrated dead heap. While his words were not profound or sugary, he helped me get through that moment. I dried my eyes as best I could with my wet chlorinated hands and exhaled into the first stroke. While I felt like a failure still, it helped that he supports me and motivated me to at least finish my workout.
I dont expect to win, I expect to come in just behind the octogenarians pushing their sporty walkers across the finish line. But at least I would finish. My biggest fear is that I will hit my ever-present "wall" and not be able to go on...that I will be a failure. I have never done anything this cool in my life (there are no pictures of the time my academic team came in second in our district in high school or the $500 scholarship I won from my team winning the county Envirothon--I am such a nerd). The only trophy I ever earned was from my youth bowling leage: I got the trophy because my teammates were amazing bowlers and I was terrible: their skill + my huge handicap= Champions.My parents were so excited when they heard that I was going through with this that they have planned to drive up for the weekend. What if I disapoint them? What if I fail like when I couldnt break the board during my belt test in Tae Kwon Do (and my tiny little sister, who is five years younger, could?) ?
See? Im pathetic...
I know this post is dark. I'm grateful for my husband and his unfailing support and even his harsher words that get my lazy ass to do things I dont want to do. Here's hoping I can do this...
Biked: 0
Swam: 10 laps (500 meters)
Highlight of my week: Bought my road bike!
I am officially registered for my very first triathlon!! Here is the link: http://www.gamultisports.com/turtlecrawl.html in case you want to check it out. We are swimming in the ocean, and running and biking a course that is parallel to the ocean. Despite this good news and giving me a renewed focus on my goal, today sucked.
We got up this morning at 4:50. I wasnt sleepy, but my body felt drained. Yesterday in spin class I had an asthma attack after our 15 minute hill and had to run out of the room and fight the nausea. I know Im not pregnant, but I cant explain all this fatigue. My inhaler was low, and I replaced it today--hopefully I will be back on track tommorrow. So, back to today. I got dressed and we went to the gym. I stretched, did a few arm weight exercises and got on the treadmill to try to run. I felt like crap. I was so discouraged. I was tired and angry at myself for being tired and not being able to do much of anything. After that miserable mile, I did some sit ups in the weight room and we went to the pool. I sat on the bench by the edge of the pool and was so overcome by discouragement I didnt want to move. In the locker room as I changed into my swimsuit I kept thinking to myself "I cant do this. Ill never be able to do this. What have I gotten myself in to?". This same defeatist mantra hung over my head as I sat by the edge of the pool and contemplated quitting. I tugged my goggles over my head and plopped into the lane Sonny was in. He noticed my expression and asked me what was wrong. Hot tears pricked my eyes as I shared with him my sentiments. He reassured me in his simple way, telling me that yes, I could do this and no I wasnt going to drown, nor would I collapse just before the finish line in a sweaty dehydrated dead heap. While his words were not profound or sugary, he helped me get through that moment. I dried my eyes as best I could with my wet chlorinated hands and exhaled into the first stroke. While I felt like a failure still, it helped that he supports me and motivated me to at least finish my workout.
I dont expect to win, I expect to come in just behind the octogenarians pushing their sporty walkers across the finish line. But at least I would finish. My biggest fear is that I will hit my ever-present "wall" and not be able to go on...that I will be a failure. I have never done anything this cool in my life (there are no pictures of the time my academic team came in second in our district in high school or the $500 scholarship I won from my team winning the county Envirothon--I am such a nerd). The only trophy I ever earned was from my youth bowling leage: I got the trophy because my teammates were amazing bowlers and I was terrible: their skill + my huge handicap= Champions.My parents were so excited when they heard that I was going through with this that they have planned to drive up for the weekend. What if I disapoint them? What if I fail like when I couldnt break the board during my belt test in Tae Kwon Do (and my tiny little sister, who is five years younger, could?) ?
See? Im pathetic...
I know this post is dark. I'm grateful for my husband and his unfailing support and even his harsher words that get my lazy ass to do things I dont want to do. Here's hoping I can do this...
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