COMMUTE 2 miles a day, in/out of FoPa to work and back. That's it.
So nothing to say except all the shit that rolls around in my head. Friday got a fucking delish burger with bacon and cheddar thanks to LA, then on Saturday STEAK with same, and JFC I'm going back to my carnivore ways. Because I actually enjoy this food, it's good, and so the fuck what if it's not good for me?
Worked all through the weekend, long time course on Saturday and more on Sunday.
But also on Sunday I visited a gym in Soulard to learn more about personal training/boot camp classes they offer. I was all ready to sign on until I learned it's a yearly membership, at $167 a month for 3 visits a week. Any combination of 3 boot camp or 'rent the gym' options. Yikes. Let's do the math: $2000! Plus the $50 set-up fee. No way, and I said I can't do that without knowing if my heart and hip can handle. Monthly not available, but he offered 3 months at $200/month. That would get me through the year, seemed good!
I went to the class Monday and my first question was - what if this sets off the injury, can I delay the 'start date'. Answer seemed to be "no". WTF. So I got a workout last night, a Legs Day, haha, sort of as a test without payment.
It was just me and one other younger woman, who didn't seem anything much like me. She's been going there 2-3 months and ah...how to say....it doesn't show. We went through the routine, a WU then stations of deadlifts, squats, single leg squats, etc, and sprints on a stationary bike. The belt squats were on this ARX machine that provides a constant and controllable pressure against which the user does work against. I tested it Sunday, it's odd but learn-able. I watched the other woman go through her reps so I could learn, watched her numbers. I didn't which numbers mattered so I stored them all in my head. My turn, and I was double her "intensity". The units are kinda vague. The PT guy said it's a strong squat, even though for me it felt odd and weak. I moved steady through the other stations -- a band-based deadlift squat, a TRX single leg squat, a banded hip flexor thing -- and I was focused on form and counting and the PT would try to talk and I was to into it to reply. He noted that I don't talk when working,...ah....that's the idea?! But I hear him talking to the other woman, who was complaining about how hard this was and how tired and how hot and how sweaty and oh for fucking christ's sake THAT'S THE GODDAMN IDEA so Stop Your Bitching.
Hmmm....
By the time I was done, my legs were shaky. I ended on the single leg squats and I used the little white chair as little as possible. It brought back hip PT memories, doing squats and lunges. I left with a rush of happy-dopamine and post workout wonderfuls. The just-past-new moon was a sliver in the west sky. I watered plants (as per SO) and enjoyed a quiet calm night.
This was also my first day of October Opt Out -- no news or nextdoor at all, minimal surfing to what's needed -- and it felt good. Also first day no M! I'm now 100 days of the Devil habit broken. So much to feel good about.
But my sleep has been bad the last few nights, why, I dunno. But I need the diphenhydramine to fall asleep and even then it's a slow process. But as I lay there in my pillow pile I could feel my right hip injury talking, quiet, but there. And some mild chest pain, a low dull ache at the sternum. Now that could be just muscular, activated some chest muscles in the TRX reverse planks in the WU? The hip pain though -- as before a sharp and defined pain. Not intense, but there. I meditated on these, listening. Injuries, tweaks, issues, or nothings?
That's what kept me up last night.
Monday, September 30, 2019
Thursday, September 26, 2019
TV knows, and he seems good about it
Weds and Thurs each, COMMUTE 2.0 miles
2.0 miles. Not 2 miles. 2.0.
I should measure it, because I'm typing in a guess of distance, and if it's a guess then why include the tenth? haha.
Talked to TV yesterday about the last few days of frustrations, he's pretty blunt (and made me bring my crutches to lunch) and I think he would have told me if I was being crazy about all this. Or if I was crazy in what and how I do. So I felt much better after spilling this to him.
Then on Thursday I didn't bring my crutches to the mouse house, and whether it was at all connected I can't say but the bone ached while we were working there. Mild, not pain. Just aware of it.
Still haven't made it to the pool. Still not doing any strength training.
Oh yesterday I was doing more reading on this type and location of fracture. Read it was cortical bone (in conflict with something else I've read, whatever), and that the lack muscular strength can lead to these fractures. Dr L did say this months ago -- that once my muscles fail the joints will take the load. I think this was right after the Dark2Dawn, when he said 30 miles was my "load limit". Not that I ever doubted him, my point is that I'm putting pieces together for myself. To figure out why this happened and what to do about it next year.
Dr R in next door lab is prepping for his December marathon. He's doing Maffetone HR training, found some stuff I want to follow up and read. Every time I get injured I see an opportunity to "do it right" and "follow the plan" and build the machine and engine as I should for a great season.
I just don't have the self control to do it, haha!
2.0 miles. Not 2 miles. 2.0.
I should measure it, because I'm typing in a guess of distance, and if it's a guess then why include the tenth? haha.
Talked to TV yesterday about the last few days of frustrations, he's pretty blunt (and made me bring my crutches to lunch) and I think he would have told me if I was being crazy about all this. Or if I was crazy in what and how I do. So I felt much better after spilling this to him.
Then on Thursday I didn't bring my crutches to the mouse house, and whether it was at all connected I can't say but the bone ached while we were working there. Mild, not pain. Just aware of it.
Still haven't made it to the pool. Still not doing any strength training.
Oh yesterday I was doing more reading on this type and location of fracture. Read it was cortical bone (in conflict with something else I've read, whatever), and that the lack muscular strength can lead to these fractures. Dr L did say this months ago -- that once my muscles fail the joints will take the load. I think this was right after the Dark2Dawn, when he said 30 miles was my "load limit". Not that I ever doubted him, my point is that I'm putting pieces together for myself. To figure out why this happened and what to do about it next year.
Dr R in next door lab is prepping for his December marathon. He's doing Maffetone HR training, found some stuff I want to follow up and read. Every time I get injured I see an opportunity to "do it right" and "follow the plan" and build the machine and engine as I should for a great season.
I just don't have the self control to do it, haha!
Tuesday, September 24, 2019
Fuck 'em still. They don't know.
COMMUTE 2 miles
SWIM?
Thinking on a swim later today! Was gonna go this morning, but had my Equinox butterfly and three more chrysalides to keep an eye on. When I left for work, I was still waiting for anything to happen. Hopefully when I get home all will be well, and my babies will be happily fluttering about and feeding for their trip to the winterlands.
Yes, thinking on swimming. I have the training plan book for swimmers. The "general fitness plan" is about 12 weeks and too vague for me. The 15-week Sprint distance plan has 2-3 swims a week and might be too 'speedy-focused' for my level but the distances and schedule are a good place to start.
And speaking of places to start, just get to the fucking pool!
Before leaving work yesterday I mapped out my Pathology Progress Return to Running plan, assuming a start in first week of November. If I start then, I can do a comfortable ramp in to 2010 Hennepin 100. This means I have to dedicate from now until them -- keep moving but let bone heal, get strong, and be patient.
Yesterday's unfavorable interaction with the orthopedics dr still bothers me. On yesterday's evening walk with the doggie I realized what I said that tipped her into thinking this was a pathology -- that I did the Monday morning bike ride knowing it wasn't good for me. Was that it? This kinda bothers me - that she'd think my hobby and favorite thing to do is a pathology that needs treatment. I have almost 10 years of blog posts here, were she to read it would she see problems and still think the same?
I love to challenge myself. I'm good at endurance sports. It's my vacation to go to a race. It wakes me up, it puts me to sleep, it encourages good eating and mindful body care. How is that a pathology?
How is that wrong?
SWIM?
Thinking on a swim later today! Was gonna go this morning, but had my Equinox butterfly and three more chrysalides to keep an eye on. When I left for work, I was still waiting for anything to happen. Hopefully when I get home all will be well, and my babies will be happily fluttering about and feeding for their trip to the winterlands.
Yes, thinking on swimming. I have the training plan book for swimmers. The "general fitness plan" is about 12 weeks and too vague for me. The 15-week Sprint distance plan has 2-3 swims a week and might be too 'speedy-focused' for my level but the distances and schedule are a good place to start.
And speaking of places to start, just get to the fucking pool!
Before leaving work yesterday I mapped out my Pathology Progress Return to Running plan, assuming a start in first week of November. If I start then, I can do a comfortable ramp in to 2010 Hennepin 100. This means I have to dedicate from now until them -- keep moving but let bone heal, get strong, and be patient.
Yesterday's unfavorable interaction with the orthopedics dr still bothers me. On yesterday's evening walk with the doggie I realized what I said that tipped her into thinking this was a pathology -- that I did the Monday morning bike ride knowing it wasn't good for me. Was that it? This kinda bothers me - that she'd think my hobby and favorite thing to do is a pathology that needs treatment. I have almost 10 years of blog posts here, were she to read it would she see problems and still think the same?
I love to challenge myself. I'm good at endurance sports. It's my vacation to go to a race. It wakes me up, it puts me to sleep, it encourages good eating and mindful body care. How is that a pathology?
How is that wrong?
Monday, September 23, 2019
Fuck 'em. What do they know?
BIKE 20 miles in 1:23-ish, 3x TGP with BE
COMMUTE 2 miles
Fall equinox today at 2:50am! And I started it out with a bike ride, yeah I know they said not to ride a bike, but like the title of the post says. Fuck em. All of them.
The bike was slow and cautious, a 19:43 for the first loop in the dark (sunrise 6:49am). We improved to 18:03 and 16:57 for the second and third loops.
BE described the Cap Ex Tri capabilities exercise and gave a race report. I talked a bit on the hip recovery but when it went into "why not try swimming" and "what about weight training" I checked out. I totally agree, but I don't find those enjoyable and I'm already in a pissy mood. Why add to it?
While I'm waiting for the Connect program to transfer my ride to Training Peaks, I see October 1st in the calendar. Ugh.
It was too dark to look at the HR. Besides I don't care.
Next up a pretty girl born this morning! This is a chrysalis that I broke off the cremaster, and I could only hope that the internets weren't lying when they said it would be OK. She was. Born during my shower and I captured in on the old iphone with a time lapse video. She was prepping on the deck when I left this morning. There were 4-5 adults fluttering around the yard, and I found another teeny caterpillar, who didn't look too good. It's in my "nursery" and I'll do what I can. I think I have 12-ish caterpillars and 8 chrysalides currently. Long way to go for these guys to fly, so they'd better hurry up and butterfly.
Then a follow up appointment at the orthopedics clinic. I spend the time waiting in the room thinking that I might bike more often, given that today's ride didn't seem to cause much pain at all. She comes in, and it's immediately Problem This and Problem That. I explain the 2014 fall-out of stress and nutrition. I'd rather see the MRI images (and when I ask, I get to -- the bone is WHITE, as in not good) but then she just gets back to my nutrition, my "over training", and how I should see a sports psychologist to investigate why I feel the need to train so much.
WHAT THE FUCK. I enjoy training. I like to challenge myself. (she doesn't know about this year's race goals). I like the social aspect. I get out into nature.
To her this is a pathology. So I'm done with her on this. She doesn't get it. She said I should talk to Avery because he'll understand. LOL, yup he will.
COMMUTE 2 miles
Fall equinox today at 2:50am! And I started it out with a bike ride, yeah I know they said not to ride a bike, but like the title of the post says. Fuck em. All of them.
The bike was slow and cautious, a 19:43 for the first loop in the dark (sunrise 6:49am). We improved to 18:03 and 16:57 for the second and third loops.
BE described the Cap Ex Tri capabilities exercise and gave a race report. I talked a bit on the hip recovery but when it went into "why not try swimming" and "what about weight training" I checked out. I totally agree, but I don't find those enjoyable and I'm already in a pissy mood. Why add to it?
While I'm waiting for the Connect program to transfer my ride to Training Peaks, I see October 1st in the calendar. Ugh.
It was too dark to look at the HR. Besides I don't care.
Next up a pretty girl born this morning! This is a chrysalis that I broke off the cremaster, and I could only hope that the internets weren't lying when they said it would be OK. She was. Born during my shower and I captured in on the old iphone with a time lapse video. She was prepping on the deck when I left this morning. There were 4-5 adults fluttering around the yard, and I found another teeny caterpillar, who didn't look too good. It's in my "nursery" and I'll do what I can. I think I have 12-ish caterpillars and 8 chrysalides currently. Long way to go for these guys to fly, so they'd better hurry up and butterfly.
Then a follow up appointment at the orthopedics clinic. I spend the time waiting in the room thinking that I might bike more often, given that today's ride didn't seem to cause much pain at all. She comes in, and it's immediately Problem This and Problem That. I explain the 2014 fall-out of stress and nutrition. I'd rather see the MRI images (and when I ask, I get to -- the bone is WHITE, as in not good) but then she just gets back to my nutrition, my "over training", and how I should see a sports psychologist to investigate why I feel the need to train so much.
WHAT THE FUCK. I enjoy training. I like to challenge myself. (she doesn't know about this year's race goals). I like the social aspect. I get out into nature.
To her this is a pathology. So I'm done with her on this. She doesn't get it. She said I should talk to Avery because he'll understand. LOL, yup he will.
Equinox butterfly, go girl go!!
This is my girl born yesterday. I left for work and she was chilling on the back deck. I came home and found her still on the back deck. Flopped down by the door and not taking flight. I nursed her all evening, and as per SO suggestion brought her indoors overnight for shelter. When I set her back out this morning, as close to the sun as I could get, she still didn't look ready to go.
So many parallels.
Sunday, September 22, 2019
Was supposed to be camping this weekend
FUCKING NOTHING
UGH. It was also supposed to rain all weekend, but no rain until now on Sunday afternoon. Fucking hell.
Yesterday was a do-nothing-shit day, went for groceries and hung around the house. In good news I was plucking 8-10 fat caterpillars and watching a pretty newborn girl get her wings. In bad news I did nothing-shit.
I've discovered ginger ale and have consumed probably too much of it already. I bought a 2L bottle Friday morning and it was gone by 2pm. Bought another! And cans! Is part of my low energy due to dehydration? I'm not drinking as much lately. Usually I do 4-5L from my camelbak bottle, lately only 2-3.
Who cares. Ginger ale is yummy.
Yesterday was zero on the crutches and this morning before I was even out of bed my right hip hurt. Not at the stress fracture site, but out at what I'd call the trochanter region. WTF. Tomorrow I have a follow up with the Dr at the orthopedics facility and I have to confess that I'm still having pain (although MUCH improved), still walking and biking some, and what the hell would she care?
And I've been watching the Game of Thrones Battle of the Bastards episode. Three times here in just the last few days! I'm seeing parallels in my life right now -- facing the enemy cavalry, swarmed by the horses and swords of the enemy, a pile-up of the dead and dying, the squeeze-in by the shields, and the suffocation. Still fighting M, losing against M.
UGH. It was also supposed to rain all weekend, but no rain until now on Sunday afternoon. Fucking hell.
Yesterday was a do-nothing-shit day, went for groceries and hung around the house. In good news I was plucking 8-10 fat caterpillars and watching a pretty newborn girl get her wings. In bad news I did nothing-shit.
I've discovered ginger ale and have consumed probably too much of it already. I bought a 2L bottle Friday morning and it was gone by 2pm. Bought another! And cans! Is part of my low energy due to dehydration? I'm not drinking as much lately. Usually I do 4-5L from my camelbak bottle, lately only 2-3.
Who cares. Ginger ale is yummy.
Yesterday was zero on the crutches and this morning before I was even out of bed my right hip hurt. Not at the stress fracture site, but out at what I'd call the trochanter region. WTF. Tomorrow I have a follow up with the Dr at the orthopedics facility and I have to confess that I'm still having pain (although MUCH improved), still walking and biking some, and what the hell would she care?
And I've been watching the Game of Thrones Battle of the Bastards episode. Three times here in just the last few days! I'm seeing parallels in my life right now -- facing the enemy cavalry, swarmed by the horses and swords of the enemy, a pile-up of the dead and dying, the squeeze-in by the shields, and the suffocation. Still fighting M, losing against M.
Friday, September 20, 2019
Morning crack that healed by afternoon
COMMUTE 3.5 miles, again parking at FPVC
Usually I'm unhappy when my parking slots close, but this time I'm enjoying the extra mileage. However small it may be of an increase in mileage.
And thankfully it's not too far because I still don't have the energy for much more. I'm still worn out quickly, even by this little 1-1.5 mile ride in! Talking with coworker AH, this is probably a symptom of a depression I'm going through. I'm mentally fuzzed, not sleeping, messed up, craving odd things (see below), not interested, and have no energy. It's like over-training fatigue without the satisfaction of being over-trained.
Last night I was craving ginger. And of all things, soda. What?! So I combined the two and got some ginger ale this morning. I still had the craving so I figured it wasn't a whim. Yummy! I drank the entire 2L bottle this morning!
I think my mental low this morning was a diphenhydramine hangover? There's sort of a pattern to it. I'm awake later than I want to be, take the diphen to tip me into sleep, then I sleep in, and I feel sluggy all morning. AH suggested taking it earlier, as he notices the same thing.
Last night on the way home I was supposed to get milk for my kefir, but ended up getting cottage cheese, broccoli, instant potatoes instead. Made a pileup of my meals with this. But it came out awful and M, so I threw the rest away. Now I get to go shopping again.
I've been watching for a chance to get back to a low carb pattern (it was great on the stomach!) and the excuse was that I didn't want to adapt while training and racing. Well, that's full off the table so why not now? Besides, I need to get away from this potato and rice based thing I've been doing since Badger.
One of my gripes this morning was that I tried oh-so-hard to be healthy after last year's shit, and this is where I ended up -- injured again. Part of me just thinks about quitting trying so hard. Just eat what I want. Fuck it. Eat red meat and eggs and whole fat dairy.
Boy, when my pendulum swings it goes full distance!
Usually I'm unhappy when my parking slots close, but this time I'm enjoying the extra mileage. However small it may be of an increase in mileage.
And thankfully it's not too far because I still don't have the energy for much more. I'm still worn out quickly, even by this little 1-1.5 mile ride in! Talking with coworker AH, this is probably a symptom of a depression I'm going through. I'm mentally fuzzed, not sleeping, messed up, craving odd things (see below), not interested, and have no energy. It's like over-training fatigue without the satisfaction of being over-trained.
Last night I was craving ginger. And of all things, soda. What?! So I combined the two and got some ginger ale this morning. I still had the craving so I figured it wasn't a whim. Yummy! I drank the entire 2L bottle this morning!
I think my mental low this morning was a diphenhydramine hangover? There's sort of a pattern to it. I'm awake later than I want to be, take the diphen to tip me into sleep, then I sleep in, and I feel sluggy all morning. AH suggested taking it earlier, as he notices the same thing.
Last night on the way home I was supposed to get milk for my kefir, but ended up getting cottage cheese, broccoli, instant potatoes instead. Made a pileup of my meals with this. But it came out awful and M, so I threw the rest away. Now I get to go shopping again
I've been watching for a chance to get back to a low carb pattern (it was great on the stomach!) and the excuse was that I didn't want to adapt while training and racing. Well, that's full off the table so why not now? Besides, I need to get away from this potato and rice based thing I've been doing since Badger.
One of my gripes this morning was that I tried oh-so-hard to be healthy after last year's shit, and this is where I ended up -- injured again. Part of me just thinks about quitting trying so hard. Just eat what I want. Fuck it. Eat red meat and eggs and whole fat dairy.
Boy, when my pendulum swings it goes full distance!
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