I have to get some regrets off my chest, apologize, and move on right now. I've got to do this so I can let go, get up again, and scurry on my merry way.
First of all, I regret that my last blog post was 2 months ago. I've not felt like talking much about training, I just felt like doing it and feeling it. I've not felt like talking much about Weight Watchers, I've been falling off and fall back onto plan for a while and subsequently I weight exactly the same as I did 8 weeks ago. I'm still down a total of 25 pounds, but that's not saying much. I've not felt like talking much about my personal life, but I think it's time to open up a bit about it. Apology made, now let's talk.
Triathalong training has flown by. Literally. It just went WHOOSHHHHHH! Then, it was gone.
I can start by saying my brick experiences have been such a hard thing for me to accomplish, and they are far more rewarding than I could have ever imagined. If you don't know, a brick workout is any workout where you combine two or more disciplines, such as a bike ride and a run or a swim and a bike ride. I did about 8 bricks over the course of 8 weeks, even doing two in one weekend! Of those 8 brick workouts, 3 of them were done with my amazing friend, Amanda.
Let me pause here and say I have amazing friends and family, Amanda being one of them. Each of my friends and family has supported me through all of this, asking me how I was doing or simply taking a moment to say (or send me a text message) how proud of me they are. Words and tears simply cannot explain how amazing this makes me feel, and I have to pause and say thank you to all of you.
So back to bricks, we rode several times between 10 and 12 miles and then followed up with runs that were usually between 2 and 3 miles. I. Was. Exhausted. Thank the good Lord above that Amanda is a pretty awesome runner and an even better teacher and running coach. She taught me to relax my shoulders, find good music, set attainable goals, and stop balling up my fists. Those teeny tiny lessons have expanded running from something that I loathed into something that I tolerated, and more recently even something that I enjoyed completing.
There, I said it. I enjoy finishing a run. I don't consider myself a runner in any sense of the word, but finishing up 2.5 miles during a sunrise with P!NK blasting in my ear buds has become a bit cathartic for me, and it's helped ease my anxiety a whole helluva lot lately.
That being said, I regret not doing more brick workouts.
I also have one more moment I regret. About 8 weeks ago, I went down to ride with Amanda near Tom's Farm in Corona. It was my first time riding there, and she warned me about a couple of hills. I think I let myself get caught up in the warning and on the second to the last hill, I gave up, hopped off my bike and walked it. Two words come to my mind as I type this: chicken and sh*t. I regret hopping off my bike. To this day I'm mad about it, but luckily I was mad enough that two weeks later I sent her a text message that said "I want a re-match with that hill."
Needless to say, I did not walk my bike up the hill. I huffed and I puffed and I blew that hill down, well, not really but you get the picture. I wasn't speedy, I wasn't graceful, and I certainly wasn't lady like about it. I said bad words, and even Amanda said I could call her names if I wanted to, as long as I was up at the top of the hill when I did it. That is a moment I do not regret. I'm grateful for that ride, and the 2.5 mile run that we did afterwards. In that moment, I felt like I might actually be ready to do a triathalon.
Before I sign off after this rambling story, I need to tell you that if you're reading this, you need to go read my friend Mae's blog. She's getting an awesome opportunity to head to NYC and do a photo shoot at Weight Watchers because she is the epitome of a "Success Story" and they finally realized how amazing she is.
Seriously, go read it. Fall in love with Mae. Wish you could snuggle with her awesome Boxer, Bowie. Then thank me later.