Bike shorts and snow boots

Ahhh Spring has sprung here in Denver!  Yeah sure we have some pretty gnarly wind this time of year that makes cycling a little more challenging than running but we also get some just amazing days to spin the legs around.  Per the training plan I was scheduled to ride 45 miles Saturday making that the longest I have ever ridden my bike at one time.  I did a lot of “smaller” rides last season since I was still wearing my running  monogamy goggles. 

Woke up Saturday morning and immediately checked the weather report.  The winds were supposed to really pick up around 1pm so I knew I wanted to be done by then.. who likes to be pedaling with 30+ mph gusts pushing you backwards?  “Well at least you are getting a better workout… what if the race is like that… burn more calories.. blah blah blah” no you are all wrong.  Crazy wind = Yang walks beside her bike.

Anywho, then it was time to look at the temperature.  At 9am it was going to be 58 degrees and steadily climbing throughout the day to reach a record high of 84!  No long pants necessary, no extra pair of clothes, no beanie for the head, no chattering of the teeth… just wore my short sleeve shirt, bike shorts, and my arm warmers to start the ride. 

Sidebar:  For those of you new to cycling, like myself, arm warmers are the greatest invention since Oreos.  These little sleeves make ridding for long amounts of time with ever changing weather so much more enjoyable.  I rode for about an hour with mine on and then when I started to warm up I just pushed them down.  When I hit my turn around spot I took them completely off and stuffed them into the back compartment of my bike jersey thingy.  Go buy them ($20) and thank me.

 

2 bagel thins, 2 tbsp of peanut butter, 2 cups of coffee, and 32 ounces of water down and I was ready to hit the road… well after 2 bathroom sessions of course!  22.5 miles out and then turn around for the 22.5 miles home was the plan.  For the first time I really started to feel my groove about 2 hours in.  Weird time it seemed since I thought my energy level and strength in my legs would just dwindle the longer I was on my bike but na-ah.  I actually was passing people and not just old people on their Segways (true story there were tons of people on the bike trail riding Segways.. weirdest sight).  Skinny people and all I was just a pedaling past wishing I had a little bell to ring ring as I zoomed right by trying to make it look so effortless.  At one point I even thought “I could maybe get on a cycling team and do some real races for real prizes” and then it happened.  I got passed by a chick who didn’t even have her hands on her handle bars.  She was doing something with her phone, probably texting, and flew right past me and was out of sight within seconds.  Ok maybe the Tour De Franc is not an option this year.

Long story short I had a great ride and felt strong to the finish where that damn hill haunts me.  Let’s go ahead and name that hill since I can see this being a central part of my training since I will have to conclude every single #$*)(&$ ride with that thing.  How about Highway to Hell?  No, no how about Heartbreak Hill?  Nah, that is overly used.  Ball Buster?  Yes, ball buster it is.  Oh and I forgot to tell you I hadn’t noticed in previous weeks (because it was not an option with the weather) that at the top of Ball Buster sits a pub that has a large patio area.  Maybe the dozen eyeballs watching me attempt to climb ball buster or the growling hunger pains in my stomach had something to do with it but I climbed that beast and even looked back down the hill with “that is all you got” eyes.  Feeling like a champ I rode home and began eating an entire bowl of chips and guacamole while my real lunch warmed in the microwave. 

Sunday morning I woke to a little tightness in my quads and hamstrings but nothing terrible by any means.  The weather was supposed to be a little different than Saturdays heat wave so I decided to once again try a yoga class.  This is becoming an annual event that you really should try to come to next year.  It appears that my body does not move like every one elses.  Legs go where?  Knees do what?  Back bends to what?  Arms hold up huh?  Relax? Focus on slow even breath?  Can’t breath!  Is this over yet?  When is brunch?  Mmmm biscuits and gravy (vegan of course). 

When I crawled out of yoga feeling “refreshed” the sky unleashed buckets and buckets of snow.  What the heck Denver?  Spent the rest of the day trying to untie the knots in my limbs and started reading a great book about real food vs. health food (will tell you more about this one later).

I also read an article this weekend on preparing for your first century that stated “when it comes to race day you can complete 3 times what you can comfortably ride.  If you can comfortably ride 33 miles, you can ride 99 miles on race day.”  I am going to take this as a scientifically proven fact and say with the confidence that having Wikipedia confirmt his that I am going to complete this century!  I might get passed by old men on Segways but dang it I will cross that finish line within 24 hours.

Hopefully more warm weather and low lying winds are in store for Denver this week.  Probably will get a blizzard though and I’ll think it is a good idea to go snowboarding “one last time” and then break a leg or face or butt and won’t be able to get on a bike for weeks.  Stay tuned this Spring should be a real exciting one for you Mom/stalkers/readers.   

yang

Holy Intervention Batman!

Two weeks!  Two weeks I have been doing this yeast free business and this morning of all mornings it hit me.  Like a heroin addict with the junkie itch, I was jonesin’ HARD CORE for some carbohydrates this morning!  Oh my crap!!  It was unreal.  I could feel it in my blood.  I woke up sweating.  I was seriously crabby and pissed that everyone else got to have cereal this morning and I was chopping veggies for my egg scramble.  Wait I just remembered I guilted Mr. Ying into chopping them for me.  I was angry about not putting creamer in my coffee allowing that sweet elixir of life to run down my throat making a warm spot in my tummy.  I was angry around 3:00 when everyone else got to have flavor blasted fishy crackers and I was eating more spaghetti squash with sauce.  So then it started.  I knew I could make the recipe for my quinoa pancakes.  I knew that I could eat them plain and be able to knock down some calories that way.  It was on!  Like Donkey Kong!

I mixed them up and slapped them on the griddle.  There they were all golden brown and lovely.  They were talking to me letting me know that soon, very soon they would be ready for me.  I could feel the itch.  I could feel the wanting.  No!  The NEEDING!  Then I started to eat, and eat, and eat. It was only two but man they were awesome!  Then there was the staring at the tuna casserole for dinner and the thinking to myself that I could easily clean that up no problem.  I actually took my fork and fake ate three bites because I knew if I actually ate it I would finish the whole dish.  So I thought to myself, “I can have some more pancakes.”  So more pancakes I had.  I even topped it with applesauce.  Then the overwhelming nausea hit me as I became suddenly very bloated from quinoa and brown rice flour.  I hit the plate one too many times.  Now I am blah, blah, blah.

So next time I need an intervention!  I need a sponsor!  I need to step away from the kitchen.  Ugghhh!  This is hard.  But another day awaits me.  Tomorrow I will treat myself to some coconut milk in my coffee.  Yum! Yum!

Ying

Bicycle racks for people like me!

Todays weather was reported to be right at 50 degrees with winds ranging from 13 mph – 30 mph.  Per my training plan I needed to ride “Brisk” for 19 miles.  I really didn’t want to have to ride indoors again today since all winter I have been stuck spinning on my trainer and hating every single second of it.  So weather.com said at 9am the temperature would be 48 degrees and the wind would be at its “calmest” point (13 mph) before turning into a reinactment of the Wizard of Oz. 

I told the boss lady that the road was a callin’ and headed out the door for my “brisk” ride.  Yeah 48 degrees and 13 mph wind does not really make for a fun ride.  It was brisk weather wise but it definitely was not brisk in speed.  I can also tell I am getting to that point in my training plan where I am ready to do this thing.  Not physically by any means because to be honest the thought of riding for 100 miles in 1 day still makes me want to sit on an ice pack but mentally I am ready.  Training wears out my head.  It is all I can think about when I am not thinking about food.  I read every article I can get my hands on and every book about whatever sport I happen to be training for at the time ever written.  Enough already let’s just do this thing. 

I also have lots of time to think while out pedaling the pavement which can be a good thing … “If I won the lotto I would not have to work and then could be a really great cyclist and runner and hiker and kayaker and snowboarder and blogger and cook and pet owner.”  But then there are those other thoughts that seem to happen most of the time “If I have to ride this #$**(&^@ bike for 7-8 hours there better be something in it for me other than just a tshirt”. 

With those thoughts today I have done 2 things.  1) I bought a lotto ticket which I am sure I will win with and 2) I have found my muse! 

Please take a look at the 2 new additions I will be adding to my bike.  Most (99.9999999%) cyclist want to get their bikes lighter and lighter to gain speed.  Psssshhhhh who am I trying to impress I just wanna have a good time. 

First I present to you the hydration feature my bike will have.  Please substitute the beer pictured with a refreshing New Belgium Sunshine Wheat.  Carbs and water = perfect for those long rides.

Second I present to you the snack feature my bike will have.  No substitution needed for this picture however please know I only like day old or 2 day old donuts so if you are expecting to reach in for a fresh donut you better just keep on pedalin’ and you are lucky I haven’t cut your arm off frankly!  Carbs and sugar = perfect any time!

I wonder what the other “serious” (making frownie face right now) will say when they pass me?  I bet they will say “oh geez stupid fat girl isn’t a real cyclist and shouldn’t even be here bet she dies before the end” but in their heads they will be thinking “awww man I wish I had that idea she is so cool and awesome and is totally going to have a great ride and is so skinny”.

Looking very forward to my next ride with my new racks,

yang

avocado the super food

If I had the time I would paint you a picture.  This picture would be so lovely that you would get tears in your eyes (hopefully not black and blue like mine is currently).  You would print this picture and hang it in your house.  Your neighbors would come to admrie your art.   Life would better because you had this picture.

Aww heck I decided to paint you that picture after all!  This clearly is a picture of the super food avocado.  It mashes, it slices, it dices, it rolls.  It can be scooped, bowled, cold, or hot.  You can eat it all by yourself or with friends.  Add salt, pepper, garlic, lime or nothing at all.  Add it to a sandwich or carry it in your pocket for fun.

I love to eat them for breakfast with my scrambled tofu.  I love to eat them on my veggie burger for lunch.  I love to eat them in my fajitas at dinner.  I love to eat them with chips for a snack.  I love to eat them after a long bike ride or hike or run or boarding.  I love to eat them for no reason at all other than to be eating them. 

Good fat?  The avocado has it!  Vitamins?  Oh yeah we got those too!  Unicorn tears? Shhh yeah!  Calories?  Well umm every super hero has to have something that weakens them.

Is it a vegetable?  Is it a fruit?  Is it a nut?  Is it a root?

NO!  It is an avocado!

-yang

ouchie eye ouchie

Hey guess what?  My butt is still black and blue and swollen and banana bump-ish and now a green color.  Feels much better though thanks for asking.  It probably would be much better if I would stop snowboarding but that would just be crazy talk. 

I am really getting into the century training now with my longer rides starting to put on the mileage.  Saturday I rode 40 miles and actually felt pretty strong to the end!  My route concludes with a mass-assive climb in the last mile which is always a fun way to end the ride.  The thing is this hill/mountain happens to be right next to my favorite Mexican restaurant in Denver.  Nice patio + good margaritas + veggie fajitas = happy Yang!  Every single time I start what feels like a stairway to heaven climb I really have to convince myself that stopping for a nice adult beverage/chip and guac combo would not be what my body needs most at that moment. 

Yeah, so the century training is coming along nicely as of right now. 

Woke up way too early yesterday and saw that the mountains got 4-6 inches of fresh powder and would be getting more throughout the day.  “Woop woop I want to get to 10 days of boarding this season” even though as I was walking around getting ready for the day I could feel my legs were a bit sore/tired.  “Eh gotta get in at least one more day before snowboarding season is over though and man what a workout this could be”. 

Long story short. 

Tired legs = Delayed reactions.  Snowing by the buckets = Difficult to navigate.  Overcast = No visibility. 

By mid day I was exhausted and my quads were just useless.  I felt like I had nothing in me to give so what did I do?  I ate a banana and decided to go back up for a couple of more runs just to really “get my workout” for the day. 

And this is what happens when you are too tired, snowing buckets, can’t see where you are going, and decide to go for “just one more run”.

Goggles smashing into your eye ball feels really awesome.  Had a nice amount of blood running down my face when I finally came to a stop from my skidding face plant.  At first I was scared to take off my goggles in case my eye ball was hanging out.. seriously this happened to my third grade teacher (not from snowboarding) but still I always remember that. 

Unfortunately I was still near the top of the mountain and had a ways to snowboard to get cleaned up, exam the eye socket, and apply some snow.  When I got to my car I took a look at the face and decided that perhaps I should be done for the day/season.  The sick thing is on the drive home I thought “hmm should I have kept going to really burn those calories?”  SICK I TOLD YOU!

Here is the moral of the story and broken face.  Listen to your body not your crazy calorie counting head.

Today I know how Tina Turner feels and am trying to remind myself to keep “rollin on the river”.

yang

Get mat…check, get comfy clothes…check, lay on floor…check. You want me to do what!?

Well here is the shout out to my Sarah girl!  Thank you friend for the videos.  They came in the mail yesterday.   I thought that I would try them out this morning.  This morning’s work out? Pilates…beginners Pilates.  In my mind, I don’t know about you, beginner is synonymous with easy.  So I can do the 50 minute routine no problem.  Did you know that Joe Pilates had asthma?  I found that out while I was taking hits from my oxygen tank while lying on the floor after the first five minutes.  Did you also know that Joe Pilates was a sadist?  Yeah there were things that the super bendy girl was asking me to do that defied my body’s natural obedience to gravity and also did not sound or look beautiful.  The dogs were asking themselves why mommy was rolling around on the ground trying to give herself a bath.  In my defense my tongue was sticking out only in the hopes that it would touch my knees before my hands did and therefore would count as “1″.

The hardest part about all this is the mental war.  I know that we have talked about this before and believe me this in not the last time that we will talk about it.  My body is weak because of inactivity and Lyme.  When I work out too hard I can get really sick.  So where is the line for me between pushing and making myself stronger and respecting my body in its place of healing itself?  So I question each move saying that I am going to hard.  I get mad at myself because I want to push harder.  I go back and forth and back and forth between these thoughts and I miss the cues from the video that I am now supposed to put my head between my knees while balancing on my backside.  Again the dogs question.

So hard you guys.  This is so damn hard!  Where is the middle?  Where is the middle of me?  Will it ever get better?  What if it never does?  I am so weak today and maybe that is a good thing because here is where God can be strong in me.  He can be strong but I don’t know if that means anything is going to change.  Uuuggghhh this is ugly today.  Sorry I thought this was going to be a much funnier post.

I will rest and try again on Friday.  At least I moved my body a little bit more than I did yesterday.  I have to celebrate the fact that I put the DVD in the computer.  I have to celebrate the fact that I got changed.  I have to celebrate the fact that I made it 10 minutes in a Pilates routine.  Gotta start somewhere.

What have you done today that is more than yesterday?  What feels insurmountable?  What little step will you celebrate so that you keep moving forward?

Ying

Self Help Hell

To be quite honest it is really hard for me to come and post today.  There are a lot of things going on in my head and it is a little hard for me to organize them into concrete thoughts.  I have many irons in the fire in the world of self help.  I am working on finances, I am working in organizing myself and consequently my home, I am eating a yeast free diet, and I am reading books to get on top of one of my baby’s learning struggles.  I know that you are probably saying to yourself that I should put off a couple of these things.  Trust me when I say that I was not intending to start all of these things it is just how it has panned out.  There are days when I think about all of the things that I am working on and I just want to quit and say I LIKE MYSELF JUST THE WAY THAT I AM!!  But me just as I am unfortunately brings about self-criticism because I really don’t want to continue on the path that I have been on for the last four years.

So what am I doing to deal with this current self help hell?  I am celebrating the little things and when I mean the little things I mean little.

Getting better from Lyme is like coming back from the dead.  You begin to doubt yourself so severely that you aren’t even sure if you should or shouldn’t start the dishwasher because maybe you could load it differently.  Things like getting yourself and your family to the car can bring about so much anxiety for me that I spend hours figuring out how we are going to do it.  What time I am going to start.  What I need to bring.  Talking myself off of the ledge that people get in their cars everyday and that I can do it.  Sound ridiculous?  Welcome to my life.  This is where celebrating the little things really starts to matter.  My self confidence requires it.

So I get really excited when I have cleaned up lunch and I have dinner prepped and cleaned up so that when Mr. Ying comes home he doesn’t have to plan out dinner.  Have I done the other 200 hundred things that housewives do?  Nope.  But I have cleaned the table, I have cleaned out the sink, I have prepped dinner, and I have swept.  These are big accomplishments for me.  I celebrate having a handful of carrots instead of 1/2 a bowl of cookie dough.  I celebrate not spending money when I know that I don’t have it.  I celebrate getting a shower before 4:00.  I celebrate my time with God.  These are all things that keep me going.  When I celebrate instead of criticize I find myself more motivated to do other things and not so overwhelmed that I want to quit.

Also along with celebrating the little things I am learning to be thankful for the little things.  Thankful for the fact that the dishwasher works and I don’t have to do them by hand.  Thankful for water that comes out of the tap.  Thankful that carrots are sweet and crunchy.  Thankful that I am not worried about eating radioactive eggs.  When I appreciate instead of grumble I realize that not everything in my life is an uphill battle.  Not everything is against me.  That indeed I have many many blessings in my life and life is…..are you ready….I don’t know if you are…..but here it is…life..is..GOOD!  It is not some series of unfortunate events.  This allows me the chance to get up and try again.

I wish that life was one sided sometimes.  I wish that all I had to worry about was what I was eating and working out but it sadly is not.  Yet on the other hand thank God that it is not.  Working on my marriage, parenting, and self enriches my life and allows me to change, hopefully for the better.

What should you celebrate today?  What are you thankful for?  Think small and you will move big mountains.

with love

ying

When life gives you lemons make a martini…non-alcoholic because of the meds…never mind just go suck on a wedge and like it!

Oh my gosh I have so much to unpack I don’t even know where to start.  As we all know there have been some major hurdles thrown in the middle of my road to health.  Not only did they come in physical form but they came in emotional and spiritual form as well.  I wanted so badly to just jump right up and say, “This won’t get me down!  I will become a yoga instructor RIGHT NOW! I will lead and encourage and lift up those of us who struggle with chronic illness.  Then I took a hard right turn and pretty much just ended up in the fetal position on the floor rocking back and forth, crying for my mommy, and wishing I was Gweneth Paltrow.  I mean really who doesn’t want to be her?  She married a rock star, is skinny, can act and sing (sort of), has the self-confidence to name her child Apple, and gets to be friends with Madonna.  She’s AWESOME!!  Rabbit trail….there we go, back on track.

So it took some time to process and here is the funny part as much ground as I want to make physically, in order to do it I had to deal with the spiritual first, which leads to healing in the emotional, which in the end motivates me to push forward in the physical.  Otherwise there is no solid progress.  So that is what I have been doing for the last week.  Dealing with some self-pity feelings and the like I have been trying not only to analyze but to take action.

This leads me to the first thing that I want to discuss.  So I have some medical stuff going on that is requiring me to eat pretty strictly.  It is a program to deal with an overgrowth of yeast in the body.  The thing that is hysterical to me is that the only word that comes to mind is: deprivation.  Not healthier, happier,  more energy, etc. etc.  There is no bigger word in the American culture that signifies the immense gluttony of our times than “deprivation”.  Are we truly deprived?  Children in Haiti are deprived.  The victims of Friday’s tsunami are deprived.  Am I ever truly deprived?  Just because we can’t eat a Chonga bagel and latte for breakfast, and a Red Robin salad (I’m eating healthy because it has lettuce), and then Mongolian Grill for lunch then I am being deprived.  What a lie!  Eating healthy is not deprivation and if we wrap our head around that concept then we will be able to eat the other things that we like as well.  Because we all know the cycle: Say to self “I deserve”, eat small amount of whatever, eat more of whatever, eat more of whatever, tell self, “I might as well finish it because it is almost gone”, feel guilty about finishing whatever, hate self for lack of self-control, find new whatever and repeat cycle.

But if I know that I am not deprived then food no longer becomes a reward and therefore I can maintain the self-control needed to eat whatever.  These are the thoughts that I am tossing around.  I have not arrived but I am working on it.

Now back to filling out the application to become a yoga instructor.

love

Ying

Banana Bump Butt

Last weekend I decided to take myself snowboarding all by myself.  I’ve never gone alone before because who likes drinking, I mean boarding, alone? 

Anywho, so I went to spend the entire day working on my turns and getting more comfortable with riding a slick piece of material that I am strapped into on a powdery/icy mountain.  Every time before I have been with people who are much better than me and I spend the day just trying to keep up.  My mindset is to 1) not take them down and 2) stay with them no matter form/safety/cool factor.  In the long run though I have decided Monday-Friday cubicle work is not for me and instead I am going to be a professional snowboarder.  X games here I come!

Woke up at the butt crack (pun intended and you will soon learn) of dawn, loaded the car, drove in the weekend warrior ski traffic, drank 9 cups of coffee, ate 2 bagels with almond butter, and finally arrived at the closest ski resort to my house.  Up, up, and away I was one of the very first people on the lift.  I decided to go on some uncharted territory (for me) first thing to really experience being the fresh powder rider!  Once I got to my area of choice I noticed NO ONE was there.  Normally most people would be stoked about this and go ripping through the trees and down the mountain.  I however realized that I am not good enough to be alone in the trees.  What should I do now?  Take a photo with your phone, realize that you didn’t tell anywhere your location, and kiss your butt (pun intended) goodbye. 

I made it down and out of the trees and among other people where I would stay the rest of the day.  “Silly yang think she real real good snowboarder but is scared little girl who not very good at all.”

The climax of this story though comes right after the point when my brain said “enough… you have spent all day riding and are tired.. you should call it a day and go home… this could get ugly… you know better… oh wait one more run won’t hurt me!” 

I scurried myself in line to get one more run in before they shut the place down for the day.  As I was doing the one leg strapped in shuffle to the chair lift I really started to realize I was exhausted.  The sick brain thought “yeah I burned some calories today woop woop”.  Up, up, and away I went to the top of lift #2.

Sidebar:  If you have no reference to what I mean when I say snowboard OR chair lift OR potential to die please watch this instructional video which taught me all of the above. Chair lift how to !

Feel more educated?  I know I do!  Ready to jump right on with one foot strapped in and the other just free birdin’ it?  Yeah see you out there!

Back to the story kids… I thought I was going to be the only person on my chair but a guy swooshed in at the last minute to hop on with me.  “Ok dude I would have liked to ride alone and since there was no one in line you could have waited 2 seconds to catch the next chair but whatever it will be fine you can’t control everything just keep breathing.”  Normally you make small talk with the people on the lift with you about the weather, the day, beer, Charlie Sheen, and so on and so on.  I started the convo with a “hey man what’s up”.  DEAD AIR.  Well I guess we will be observing the ancient gregorian monk silence to the top practice.

Now here is where the story gets spicy.  We both get ready to get off and as we dismount it becomes clear that the top is now no longer powder but is a sheet of ice.  This makes me a bit nervous but know that if I fall I am very good at just taking myself down and NOT the people on the chair with me.  Unfortunately punk kid (I have censored what I really call him for the faint of heart) did not watch the youtube video and also did not go to the same manners classes that I did.  He started to fall and decided it would be beneficial to push off of me to gain a little balance and speed so as to not fall on the ice rink.  This decision shoved me backwards enough that my right shoulder (the violated area) jerked back right about the time the chair lift made its circle to go back down the lift.  It clipped my shoulder pretty abruptly and forcefully spinning me like a top.  After completing my first 900 upright flip on my board I came crashing down to the ice blanket.  “Did the punk kid make sure you were ok?” you ask… UGH NO!  He didnt’ turn around, he didn’t say he was sorry, he didn’t even flip me the bird.  The lift operator joined me in shouting some very appropriate remarks to punk kid and then asked if I needed help.  My pride told me to just get up, walk it off candy a$$, and definitely call this the last run of the day. 

I knew immediately that I was hurting more than my many many previous falls.  I did not however know that in about 2 hours I would no longer be able to sit, pee sitting, bend over, or talk without complaining about my hurt butt.  This happened over a week ago and now the colors have really started to bloom and the bump is now the size of a banana (95 calories).  I was going to take a photo of it for you all but decided that since I haven’t tanned in 27 years it might not be the best decision.  Here is my best paint shop depiction of the injured area.

Try riding a bike with a banana under your shorts… ugh wait, wait, no don’t do that… gross.  Wow so yeah this is the story and why I now walk like I just got done ropping cattle with a hurd from San Anton’.

I will be going snowboarding again Wednesday and if I find that punk kid I will hunt him down like an angered blue jay and peck his eyes out.

Go in peace,

yang

A letter to BMI

Dear BMI Chart,

Suck it.

Your enemy,

Yang

*note – today I entered my info into a BMI calculator and am no longer “obese” but am still considered “unhealthy & overweight”.  Bottle of wine and bag of Oreos for lunch should fix my mood.  I hate that chart.

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Ahhh Spring has sprung here in Denver!  Yeah sure we have some pretty gnarly wind this time of year that makes cycling a little more challenging than running but we also get some just amazing days to spin the legs around.  Per the training plan I was scheduled to ride 45 miles Saturday making that the [...]

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Todays weather was reported to be right at 50 degrees with winds ranging from 13 mph – 30 mph.  Per my training plan I needed to ride “Brisk” for 19 miles.  I really didn’t want to have to ride indoors again today since all winter I have been stuck spinning on my trainer and hating every [...]

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If I had the time I would paint you a picture.  This picture would be so lovely that you would get tears in your eyes (hopefully not black and blue like mine is currently).  You would print this picture and hang it in your house.  Your neighbors would come to admrie your art.   Life would [...]

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Hey guess what?  My butt is still black and blue and swollen and banana bump-ish and now a green color.  Feels much better though thanks for asking.  It probably would be much better if I would stop snowboarding but that would just be crazy talk.  I am really getting into the century training now with [...]

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Well here is the shout out to my Sarah girl!  Thank you friend for the videos.  They came in the mail yesterday.   I thought that I would try them out this morning.  This morning’s work out? Pilates…beginners Pilates.  In my mind, I don’t know about you, beginner is synonymous with easy.  So I can do the [...]

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Self Help Hell

Mar. 22, 2011 2 Comments

To be quite honest it is really hard for me to come and post today.  There are a lot of things going on in my head and it is a little hard for me to organize them into concrete thoughts.  I have many irons in the fire in the world of self help.  I am [...]

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Oh my gosh I have so much to unpack I don’t even know where to start.  As we all know there have been some major hurdles thrown in the middle of my road to health.  Not only did they come in physical form but they came in emotional and spiritual form as well.  I wanted [...]

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Last weekend I decided to take myself snowboarding all by myself.  I’ve never gone alone before because who likes drinking, I mean boarding, alone?  Anywho, so I went to spend the entire day working on my turns and getting more comfortable with riding a slick piece of material that I am strapped into on a [...]

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A letter to BMI

Mar. 10, 2011 1 Comment

Dear BMI Chart, Suck it. Your enemy, Yang *note – today I entered my info into a BMI calculator and am no longer “obese” but am still considered “unhealthy & overweight”.  Bottle of wine and bag of Oreos for lunch should fix my mood.  I hate that chart.

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