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Monday, April 23, 2012

I Live To Tell the Tale

I survived yesterday's Off-Road Duathlon. I can safely safe I will NEVER do one of those again. You know sometimes when you complete a race or childbirth or something way out of your comfort zone, you get that euphoric feeling where you think "I could totally do that again." My exact words crossing the finish line were "Never fucking again."

At least the weather cooperated. It was drizzly but the trails were dry. But I think the original forecast scared off the novices like myself. The race was mostly made up of hard core racers with crazy nice bikes and full spandex suits. I will never be part of that club.
My primary goals for this race were to 1) Finish 2) Not injure anyone 3) Not injure myself
I did what I set out to accomplish.

So this shit was truly OFF ROAD. According to the website and the coordinators, it was a pretty easy course. Um, there were a shit ton of rocks and at least 4 places you had to walk your bike because it was so treacherous. Really the worst part was that you had to do the loop a total of 6 times. So you knew what you were in for. I would have much rather not known what was ahead.

A couple of highlights: Setting my bike up in the coral, I knocked over the guy next to me's bike. 5 minutes later while stretching I back kicked it over again. He didn't like me. I don't feel too bad though because my friend, Jenn, knocked over a whole coral of bikes later on. Then at one point in the bike, after a succession of "On your lefts" I just tipped over to the right to avoid the onslaught of crazy's and a huge fucking boulder. It was a soft landing.

Anyhow, I finished it. I wasn't the last one to cross the finish line. Whatever if the person behind me was a 12 year old kid. Don't judge. And I did beat the 2 hour limit by about 40 minutes.

At least today's CrossFit workout (in the pouring rain) won't be too challenging:
Del
25 Burpees
400 m run with a (20,14) pound medicine ball.
25 Weighted pull-ups with a (20,15) pound dumbbell
400m run with a (20,14) pound medicine ball
25 Handstand push-ups
400 m run with a (20,14) pound medicine ball
25 Chest-to-bar pull-ups
400 m run with a (20,14) pound medicine ball
25 Burpees

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My "Enough Talking/More Doing" List

Consume smaller amount of new goods. Before buying something new, look at 2nd hand stores and craigslist, freecycle, eBay, etc.
Create a 'workshop' in the house
Eat more organic/natural foods and less processed foods. DONE: Thanks to garden and bday gift of Boston Organics.
Find a way to work in tropical location for the month of January
Go back to St. John. DONE. UPDATE: Try and get back to St. John every 2.5 years.
Go on one girls weekend a year
Grow a successful garden. DONE. Semi-successful home and community garden.
Lose the last baby lbs. DONE. UPDATED: Keep off baby lbs.
Run a 5K. DONE. UPDATE: Run a 5K every year.
Take a photo composition class
Try something new every month.
Wear more sunscreen this summer. DONE- wore 30 mostly all summer.

Non-Facebook 25ish Things

When I was 20, I traveled to Grenada in the West Indies. I didn't know where exactly it was until I saw a map in the airport.
To date, I've had 7 surgeries- 4 knee, 1 back, 1 wisdom teeth, 1 c-section. Fortunately and unfortunately I enjoy painkillers.
On my wedding day, a black cat crossed our path and hung around for photos. Is that a bad omen?
My daughter is named (her middle name) after my sister. My nephew is named after me. That makes me smile.
My husband and daughter are tall, thin, and have curly hair. Sufficed to say, I am the complete opposite.
I've never been pulled over. I've now cursed myself. UPDATE: I was pulled over for speeding on 4/22. Got off with just a warning. Thank you, kind officer.
I've been to Crackow, Poland. Its just as grey as you picture it.
My baby is 1/4 Polish/Russian Jew, 1/4 Azorean Portuguese, 1/4 Ecuadorian, 1/16 Frech Canadian, 1/16 Scottish, 1/16 Irish, and 1/16 British (I think).
I've been in therapy on and off for about 10 years. I am currently 'on.'
I've always been afraid of traveling to the moon. I know, its irrational, but for some reason, I've always imagined that travel to the moon would become normal in my lifetime and I'd be pressured to go and that scares me to no end. That scene from Apollo 13 where they're in the space shuttle and see the face of the moon for the first time terrifies me.
I'm a Cancer so I hold a sick grudge. Its not a good personality trait.
My parents divorced when I was 11. I haven't seen/talked to my father in 15 years. That's a longer story for a longer day.
I was at Disney World when I was 13, I saw Nitro and Gemini from American Gladiators.
I have an unhealthy relationship with peanut butter. It is banned from my house.
I hate scary movies and roller coasters. I hate everything that makes my heart stop... its really just taking precious moments off the end of my life.
I get a rush out of condensing things. Like putting things into smaller tuppeware containers. Its odd, I know.
I don't own an iPod. I don't know how to download music. I don't have a Facebook profile. I'm surprised Blogger allowed me to have a Blog.
I can't really remember many details of my childhood. The one that I do remember happened when I was in the 1st grade. A girl across from me at the lunch table was playing with a packet of tartar sauce. It exploded like a cannon and shot into my butt-long hair. Have you ever tried to wipe tartar sauce out of your hair? It leaves its essence behind.
I can eat an entire cheese pizza without batting an eyelash. I'm both proud and ashamed of that fact.
I am really adept at catching things w/ one hand. 2 hands is another story.
I am NOT an animal person. Recently my husband told me, completely deadpan, that he would have re-considered marrying me if I was truly an animal person. Guess I lucked out.
I am named after my paternal great-grandmother.
5 years ago, when my sister was 27, she battled and beat breast cancer. She's my hero.
1 week after college graduation, I traveled with my husband (then boyfriend) to Thailand for a month.

Monday, April 23, 2012

I Live To Tell the Tale

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