Cycling…6 Month Update

LeAnn and Stacey16 October 2014

Wow.  It’s been 6 months since my last post.  Guess I’ve been busy.  Or uninterested.

In the last six months, I’ve lifted weights (once a week), done yoga (after running on Saturdays), run (a ton), and ridden (ridden?) a fair bit.  Do I do anything else?  I don’t think so.  See (two different) nutritionists, each once a week.  Get a weekly massage.  See the foot guy every other week.  See the acupuncturist on the weeks I don’t see the foot guy.

I haven’t been swimming all summer.  In part, I think, because swimming in the late afternoon in the summer is like being in a toilet.  Literally.  Although I do like moving through the water.  Interesting to see if I swim more this winter.

I feel like my training regimen is remarkably limited…probably not.  Just what I feel.  What else could I be doing?  Spinning?  No, I don’t really like being indoors on a bike.  Mat pilates or yoga.  Maybe.  Yoga is super early on Saturday evenings (6 PM).  Mat pilates is super early on Sunday  mornings — which I’m probably not going to get up for in the winter.  Zumba (my coach, Mr. “I Don’t Dance” is taking Zumba).  Maybe, if at a convenient time.

Michele LeAnn Alicia

But I am compelled to re-engage because Sunday I participated in the Long Beach Marathon Bike Tour.  My first cycling event.  It was surprizingly scary and hard.

Scary because it starts at 6 AM, in the complete dark (street lights and such are on).  And scary because there are like 3,000 riders — probably only 1,000 interacted with me — but there are people zooming past in the dark and on hairpin turns.

Hard because it was hard.  I rode with Michele (light years better that me) and Alicia (sound waves better than me).  They rode together and chatted while I followed closely behind (a lot of the way) and tried to keep up (the rest of the way).  About mile 11 of a 20-mile ride I fell significantly behind and had to really work to catch up.  About mile 17 they rode off and I finished up alone.  As I was riding along there at the end, I was thinking “this is not fun”.  There’s nothing fun about being buzzed on both sides by people MUCH faster/better than me or about riding in the dark on an unknown course with hairpin turns.  There was really not much fun in working so hard for an hour plus.  I’m not sure a bigger (longer) cycling event would be fun.

When I was changing clothes — from cycling gear to work gear for the rest of the day — my hair was soaked from the scalp to the dripping off the ends…12-15 inches of soaking wet.  (You don’t know you’re sweating on the bike like you do when running, because your clothes are wicking sweat away from the skin and the wind is drying it off.)

I really like cycling.  I’m clearly improving (from having never been on a bike, to riding 20+ miles clipped in).  But the work to get better — really?

Carlos on a BikeCarlos Romero is one of my inspirations in life right now.  And he’s a dauntingly fabulous cyclist.  But there’s nothing appealing to me about this picture.  This is probably how he gets better.  But really.  Riding looking at a wall (maybe listening to music, I cannot tell — I could be listening to an audio book), with a fan blowing on you, feet a blur.  (Fire extinguisher ready in case his feet catch fire.)  Doesn’t look like fun to me.

On the other hand, I am voluntarily going to run 5 hours this weekend.  Most people cannot imagine doing that.  I cannot imagine doing it.  I just do it.

As my “A” race approaches (French Riviera Marathon — Nice to Caan (France) on November 9th), I am peaking and getting ready to taper.  I am grateful for the generous support from the universe — a great number of people have contributed to my success this season.  Without naming all those peep (because I’ll forget someone) let me just say a heartfelt THANK YOU.  I am humbled.

Asian GirlsPicture of three Asian girls.  The Asians look for me for this picture.  (I do crack myself up.)

LeAnn and StevePicture of an amazing work team.  I am extraordinarily lucky.

 

 

 

Gratitude…and a Bad Day

IMG_3762Wednesday, 23 April 2014

This is a post full of babies, trees, sky, and leaves.  Because, the Universe is generous to me.

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I had a bad day at work.  I hardly ever talk about work because it’s so great.  But today there was a reorganization and I don’t like what happened.  (Although I am rarely right at first blush on these things.  And I will be MUCH better tomorrow; a night’s sleep helps a lot.)

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And somebody (accidentally, I’m sure) took my car key at the gym, so I had to take a cab back and forth to get a key from my house and then back to the car.  (I could have ridden, but it was rush hour and all the streets to get there were busy.)  So there was a (admittedly) little unexpected outlay of cash.

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And then, I had to go to a group meeting where I was expecting to have to pay $400+ for a year’s membership.  And I was trying to decide if it’s worth that much money to me…recognizing as I tried to think about it that today is NOT a good day for me to be making that decision.

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And I didn’t want to go to the meeting (part of the “worth it” conversation in my head).  The meeting starts at 7:15, it doesn’t get over until 8:15 or so, I don’t get home until about 8:45 or so.  Do I want to commit to being out every Wednesday night?

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But when I got to the meeting I am, for unexplainable reasons, paid up through the middle of May.  No decision required this evening.

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So, even tho’ it was a pretty stinky day.  In the end, I got the relief that I needed to think more clearly about all this later.

The End.

 

 

Training Under Way

IMG_0896[1]Thursday, 11 April 2014

Last week I did a baseline run with my running coach and it was GREAT for a first run of the season.  It was also great for a couple of things that did not happen…I did not have to stop and pee 1/2 way through the run, and I ran the whole thing.  (Having a professional coach and pooping out during a training session is probably one life’s most embarrassing moments…not to mention a waste of time and money for both runner and coach.)

Today I did a TERRIBLE run with that same coach.  I had to stop TWICE for the bathroom.  And I pooped out (bad choice of words) in between those two stops.  I said at the end, “I’d feel better if you yelled at me.”  He said not all training days can be the best day.  Diplomatic, no?  Such a waste of his time.  So embarrassing.

Everything was the same — same shoes, same clothes, same time of day, etc.  I don’t know what to say.  Run more, I guess.

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I certainly have to run longer between now and the 27th, when I have a leg of the Big Sur Marathon Relay to support.  My 5-mile leg of the relay ends 2 miles from the bridge in the picture.  But I’m going to continue on with my good friend Brian to run over this bridge at which point I’ll stop or continue or whatever.

French Riveria

In scheduling news, I did not get into the NYC Marathon.  I decided not to go to Berlin.  So, my “A” race this year will be the French Riveria Marathon on November 9th.  Nice to Caan, along the Mediterranean.  It’s completely flat except one big up hill and down hill in the middle of the course.  My official goal is 5:59:59.  I want to be thoughtful in races between now then (I said I’d run 14 races to be like Monica, and maybe I will, but maybe I won’t).  I don’t need to run every thing that comes along.  And I want to run them when I’m ready.

It’s interesting coming back from an injury.  I, at least, want to be thoughtful about what I’m doing.  I’d like to do all these things — running, swimming, now cycling — for years and  years more.  And I don’t need to do any one thing to the exclusion of others.  So, I want to build running mileage knowing that I’m probably never going to try and go as far for as long as I did between 2012 and 2013.  And taking a break between big races.  And thinking about races coming up.  Starting with Big Sur.

 

 

Ideal Weight…What ever my license says

Jean LucTuesday, 18 March 2014

Yes I am a pirate.  And a Trekkie.  (This is funny only if you are a Parrotthead.)

Always be yourself, unless you can be a pirate.  Then always be a pirate.

Today I weigh what it says on my drivers license.

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The day I filled out my drivers license form (11/09/09), I weighed 150 pounds, which I’m delighted to weigh again, today.  It’s been 5 years, 2 months, and 26 days since the scale showed me that number.  The last time was on my b-day in 2009.  I was recovering from major surgery and hadn’t eaten much of anything for about a week.

Today, I am at my goal weight.  Somebody alert Weight Watchers…they’ve been waiting a long time to hear that.

I have a friend who is a paramedic in Sanger, CA.  He tells me that when people are on the gurney being taking to the hospital they LIE to the paramedics about their weight.  This friend tells me paramedics can guess a person’s weight within about 5 lbs.

At this weight I don’t lie.  I say the number a lot.  Because I don’t weigh 110.  Or 125.  Which is what women in our society are supposed to weigh.  Or 135, which is the maximum number I should weigh, according to the charts.  Although I think that I may be officially obese, weighing 15 pounds over some old white guy’s “ideal” weight for me.  (Where’s the calculator…11% over my pre-assigned maximum ideal weight…probably not obese, just overweight.)

I’d like to thank the Academy.  I’d like to thank the UCI Weight Management Program for providing the program that helped me get to my goal originally, a maintenance system that helped me manage my health, and the program that brought me back down to goal.  I’d like to thank Carlos Romero, who’s Ironman effort last year got me off the dime of “wishing” and moved me into action.  And me.  Thank you to me for doing the work to get here.

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I have a bunch of goals this year and I’ve already completed two of them — lose 19 pounds and try cycling — and it’s only March!!  Those were actually the two hardest goals…the rest require work but will flow naturally as the year moves along.  Tomorrow I start working on my #2 and #3 goals for the year:  (2) keep the weight off and (3) balance training fueling and weight management.

Training:  Running, 2 miles

The LA Marathon is tomorrow…

IMG_0063 Saturday, 8 March 2014

Today is the day before the LA Marathon.  This is a picture of the LA Convention Center, where the expo for the event is held.

In 2008 I ran my first long distance race — 1/2 of the LA Marathon.  The reason my personal trainer (who is a GOD) is not my running coach is that he isn’t and wasn’t plugged into running enough to know there are 8-zillion half marathons every year, I didn’t need to run half of a full marathon.  But that was then.

On this same day — the day before the marathon in 2008 — I went to the expo — a huge trade show for runners.  It was not unlike Dorothy walking into The Emerald City.  There was so much to see and do.  It was the first time I even knew such a thing existed. Such extravaganzas probably exist in every field of “hobby” interest, but we don’t know about them if we’re not in the hobby.  (When I was in grade school my best friend and her family were totally enmeshed in some kind of junior soldier thing.  I went to lots of marching demonstrations with her.  I obviously don’t remember what it was called.  And I never did anything like it outside of that experience.)

Walking into the LA Convention Center today – knowledgeable of what I would find and who would likely be there – I was reminded of my first full-of-wonder visit.  What a great moment.

And the next day (tomorrow) was the day of the 2008 LA Marathon.  It was the longest run of my life!  That year the marathon started at Universal Studios, ran past the Hollywood Bowl, ran thought a bunch of other neighborhoods, and then ran by the Coliseum, which is where I stopped — at the water stop at Mile 14.  They played Randy Newman at the start.  We ran up a hill and then down a hill on Highland, right past the front of the Hollywood Bowl — I never to go the Bowl without remembering how wonderful it was to RUN past it on foot.  It was a perfect day.

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Two years later, in 2010, I ran the full Marathon on a new course — Stadium to the Sea.  We started in Dodger Stadium and ran to Santa Monica over a course that rambles all over LA.  Standing at the start I was again facing the longest run of my life!  What would happen?  Could I finish?  Would I finish?  I was scared – really, seriously scared.

And then, I finished a marathon.  What am amazing thing.

Tomorrow a new tide of humanity will take on the challenge.  What a great undertaking.

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My Butt is Smaller

kim Friday, 28 February 2014

OK, I know virtually nothing about Kim Kardashian (including how to spell her name, which I’m copying from the google search).  I am also the least media connected human you know, so the fact I even know Kim’s name is pretty astounding (and I really only know it because Jimmy Buffett includes a crack about her butt in a song).

But how ENORMOUSLY  freeing would it be to grow up in a time in which her body shape is OK.  And maybe even to be emulated.  (Did you know Kim is 5’3″,same as me?)

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This is who I grew up wanting to emulate.  Putting aside the fact that she’s at least 5 inches taller than me and can sing, what chance did I have?  Seriously

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Anyway, that’s a long introduction to say that I’ve hit the weight at which random men make random (friendly) comments to me while waiting in line at Starbucks.  It’s happened every time I’ve been in Starbucks to purchase product in the last week.  The guy behind me, without seeing my face or having a clue how old/young I might be makes a friendly, weather-type comment to me while we wait.

Even with Kim and her bulk in the news, and the general expanding waistlines of American society, Americans are, in general, hugely discriminatory over weight.  I know that.  I’ve experienced it before.  But it’s still an interesting day when you drop below the discrimination line.  (The markers going the other way aren’t as noticeable.)

Cycling Downhill

cycling Thursday, 27 February 2014

I’ve been riding a road bike (what regular humans would call “a 10-speed bike”, a vastly less technical version of the kind of bike Lance Armstrong rode) for a month or so.  I’ve probably been on 6 or 7 rides.

I wear a helmet and very cool riding gloves.  I have a cycling jersey.  I have cycling pants (built-in padding in the butt and crotch to protect delicate butt parts from the hard seat).  I wear special bicycle riding shoes that “clip” (lock)  into the pedals.  (Gratuitous sentence to prove I am super hip.)

I fall over almost every time I ride.  Not exactly every time I stop.  But usually once a ride while stopped.  While I’m laying on the ground, someone on a bike almost always rides by and asks “are you alright?”  I always say “Yes.  Just a beginner.”

The last two times I’ve gotten on the bike I have been surprized at how much more comfortable I am on the bike.  Everything about it it vastly easier — including shifting gears — that it was a month ago.

Today I went for a bike ride that included uphill and downhill.  Riding uphill can be hard work.  Riding downhill can be crazy scary.

Today I was going down hill at god knows how many miles an hour — maybe 15 or faster — almost outside myself thinking “is this really fun?  Do I need to be doing this?”  I was (literally) locked onto a tool that weighs about 15 pounds (it’s made of carbon fiber) on wheels maybe 1″ wide.  (I’m sure that’s wider than they really are).  Wondering if it was fun.  The ratio of scared to fun was pretty high in the wrong direction.

I get, after just this little time, how wondrously fun this cycling thing can be. Almost every ride is lovely.  And I totally get the value of being able to go up and down hills (like if you were touring the country side in, say, Italy, where I will be in November).  And if you’re going to do that, there are going to be hills up and down.

The explanation I got today is that you have to be able to go fast downhill (don’t scream, don’t ride the brakes) so that you don’t get dropped from group rides for slowing down/holding up the group.  Humm.  Maybe that’s the wrong group?

I am hopeful that in another month it won’t be so scary.