Last week was a recovery week. Allegedly. Oh, to be back in the days where I didn’t workout so many hours each week.
Monday – Choir rehearsal! It’s lovely to be back.
Tuesday – 7 mile run. This one was tough. I hadn’t gotten a ton of sleep the night before and just wasn’t in the mood. But I got it done just the same. I’ve found that I frequently don’t want to do my Tuesday night runs, but I always feel better for doing them.
Wednesday – Bike trainer workout. I have got to work on getting my RPMs up. I’m pretty decent at powering through, but I’m terrible at spinning fast. Practice, practice, practice.
Thursday – Team Fight swim. Love this. Lots of sprints and my body still isn’t used to being back in the pool, but it’s so good to be back.
Friday – 45 minute run. My quads were so tired today. Coach told me to stop whining. She’s mean.
Saturday – Rest Day. I should start lifting weights again. And yet I did not.
Sunday – 12 mile “easy” run. Somehow, I did this almost as fast as last week’s paced run. I guess all this work really is making me faster.
This is actually what my planner says for tonight’s workout.
I cannot tell you how much I mentally hate mid-week speed workouts. Physically, they feel awesome. But staring down that workout, knowing that I’m sleep deprived from Monday’s choir rehearsal and tired from work… it’s tough to convince myself to go.
But it’s worth it. I’ve seen so much speed improvement over the past few months. Sure, I’m still not fast by anyone’s standards, but I’m definitely seeing results and that’s the key. I’m not trying to be better than anyone else. I’m just trying to be the best that I can.
So think of me tonight while I slog away on the treadmill for many, many miles.
Maybe for a recovery drink, I will have another kale smoothie with peach schnapps. It’s surprisingly delicious.
When I set my race schedule for 2015, I remember thinking “Oh, I have so much time to train for all of these races. And yet the races are coming faster than I thought.
Cherry Blossom is in under 3 weeks. Two more weeks of training and a nice taper to get me ready. I’m excited about this race. I don’t have a PR in me (my 10 mile PR is from before my heartrate issues were diagnosed and I don’t know that I’ll ever get back to it), but I’m hoping for a really strong race.
My first triathlon of the season is in 7 weeks. This kind of terrifies me more than it should. It’s “only” a sprint, but it’s going to be my first open water swim of the season, and that never goes well for me. I’m hoping to get a chance to get into the water at a practice somewhere in the weeks before. But when you’re looking at early may, open water swimming is a bit limited.
And then it’s 12 weeks until my big race of the season, Challenge Williamsburg. I’m doing the olympic distance, and I’m confident I can be ready for that one. 12 weeks is a long time, right?
Oh wait, I was just talking about how time flies. Fingers crossed, I guess.
GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS?
It’s this girl’s birthday!
That’s right, today is my baby sister’s birthday. So I thought I would tell the whole internet (because the whole internet reads my blog.)
See, her fashion sense has stayed pretty awesome.
Happy birthday, Caitlin. Go do something wild today. Wear roller skates and sunglasses in the house.
This guy has a nice thigh gap.
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Yesterday, I had to explain to someone what a thigh gap was. This poor father of a young teenaged girl had overheard her saying that she was hitting the gym to work on her thigh gap. And he was confused and concerned.
I will be honest, I do not understand the obsession with the thigh gap. Okay, so it’s more attractive if your thighs do not touch. Fine, whatever. I’m pretty sure my thighs have always touched. I mean, there may have been a growth spurt somewhere in my life where they didn’t, but for the most part, my thighs have been very close friends. I am so glad corduroy pants aren’t in right now. Anyone else remember that sound?
I’m also pretty sure that no matter how much weight I lose, my thighs will always touch. It’s a function of how I’m shaped. And the same is true for a lot of women. It has to do with hips and bones and other anatomical things that I don’t know a lot about. And there are women who will always have a thigh gap because of how they’re built.
I have seen photos online where people are clearly photoshopping their legs so that they give themselves a gap between their thighs or they stand so that it looks like their thighs naturally don’t touch. Seriously? Why is this a thing?
So this dad is now worried that his daughter is obsessing over something she can’t control. My suggestion was just to keep an eye on her. Nothing wrong with a teen going to the gym to workout. Nothing wrong with working on your leg muscles. In fact, I should do more to strengthen my inner and outer thighs to help with knee stability. But if it starts to become an obsession, that’s maybe when it’s time to start asking questions.
Adults do it too. Obsess over whether their thighs touch and how to make them not touch. No matter what I do, my thighs are always going to be the bestest of friends. And I just have to accept that. Accept what you can’t change and change what you can. And don’t let what is popular determine your self worth. Who knows, next year we might be obsessed with pointy elbows or perfectly straight fingers. Trends are weird.