Thursday, March 28, 2013

Magic 8 Ball Does Hamilton



2013-2:38:42- Ran with a friend.
2012- 2:54:51- Paced a friend to sub three.
2011- 2:25:20- Raced.
2010- 2:37:04- Tried to race- crashed.
2009- 2:31:27- First timers luck.


The reason to train long in Canadian winter is this- Around the Bay 30k. Of course I didn't train. I did the opposite of train. I did alot of sitting doing nothing this winter. Seriously when my monthly mileage is around 50k- I am really doing nothing.

My prep for this race was:
-20k x1.
- A 10k leisure run in the morning. 15k collecting bottles in the afternoon. This was a week before the race.

I would like to say I have been cross training, but I do not think Yoga once a week cuts it.

My plan for this race which was formulated on the start line way back in the open coral. I bought a bib of a friend who trained even less than me. I decided to run the first 15k with my faster friends kinda. We ran together in the general vicinity of each other but I had music on and was doing my dance and sing along party of one.
At 15k I waited with a friend doing the relay and watched for a friend who I told had to go sub 2:45. I was looking forward to a leisurely wait and break. Nope, she came along quickly and I jumped back in and spent the next 15k trying to keep up with her. She had trained.
Had fun in my costume- I was a magic 8 ball with the words definitely yes on my back.  I kept saying to people they didn't want to get behind the ball.
I am definitely an abnormality as I take in so few calories. Just two gels. but I honestly didn't feel as if I needed anything else. I only actually thought to take them as I saw wrappers on the ground.
I used to say never again, but now ATB has become kinda a habit, and I think I could have far worse habits, although I really have got to work on the training thing, espicilly since I am doing 42.195 in six weeks. It would be nice to Boston it. Yep really got to start working on the training thing.... soon.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

What I am teaching my daughter

Maya and I were having a discussion about what type of a man to marry the other day. Good qualities and bad. We talked about men she knew and why they would make a good or bad husband, and we talked about Luke and why he would make a good husband. All except one point, he can't cook. Obviously as seen in the picture food is up most importance to Maya.





 
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Tuesday, March 05, 2013

It's Happening





Today while at the Salvation's army fill up a bag sale, I bought Maya a shirt.
I get it home, take another look at it and realise that perhaps it would fit me better. Then we fight over it.

Pictured is Maya wearing my shirt.

And I am shopping in the kids section now.
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Sunday, March 03, 2013

Swim


Swim clinic today, which maybe is not the best place to recover from a night shift. The focus was to be on recovery swims, so in theory it should have be all good.

But all my swims are all out efforts. I asked the amazing swim coach how my roll was, and I was advised to not think about my roll as my stroke just need that much work. Called out of the pool twice!
There is all this focus on doing drills, but I hate doing drills. All I want to do is swim, eventually a IM swim before the cut off and really that's all I care about. I know I should not just power through with my legs ( Is it bad that I kick as fast as I can freestyle?) SO i should work on my stroke but really all I can think about it how I blame my parents for my mess of a swim.

You see I do not blame my parents for not exposing me to the fine arts or classical music. Not having money for drivers ed, I didn't even ever receive more than $20 to help with college. I played on the barn roof in absence of gymnastic camp. I lived on a farm and didn't even have a pony. Actually, I didn't want one, but it is the principal.

All I am mad at them is  for not putting me in swimming lessons, and that is all i am bitter about my childhood.

If you need me I will be at the pool tyring desperately to not put my elbow in the water before my hand. I will attempt to glide through the water and not push it away. I will also reach and not allow my hand to enter the water at the same level as my head. 

I might be too old for this.
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