I think this week is going to be pretty cycling focused. And with the wedding we're going to in Toledo this weekend, I'm not sure that I'll be able to get in a long run. So, I decided to rest my legs a bit more yesterday so that I don't have to take Thursday off. I'll run Thursday and maybe Friday? But I'm also supposed to spin Friday. Eh. We'll see.
Anyway, broomball game last night - no girl subs so I played the entire game. It was brutal. Smashed my thumb and my neck is sore as usual, but nothing major.
Spinning today at AMIG. That will be nice.
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Monday, February 2, 2015
Cycling Instructor Progress
Today's cycling class was dominated by sore calves and just wanting to blow the workout out of the water. I think I did a pretty good job at the working hard thing. And my calves still hurt...like, just to look at them.
Today Karen said she'd like me to come all week. And then I should also plan to teach the warmup (two songs) the following week.
GAAAAAAAAHH....
I tried to act cool when she said this. Oh, yes, right ok cool! Yep! Woohoo! Moving right along!
But in reality, the big ol' Dread set in. I started not hearing what she was saying, staring at her as she talked. Snap back into this, Steph! I forced myself to listen to her words, whatever she was saying... it was probably important! Crap! I kept telling myself that I am doing this. It's too late now, no backing out. I can face this. I can do this. I can. Listen. Think about why you want to....
And then I just completely made it leave my head. Nope. Just can't deal with it right now. I figure that news was the first bite, and now I needed to suck on it and make it able for me to swallow. I'll choose to swallow it a little later. I've already progressed to not get sick to my stomach when I think about the future of possibly being an instructor. Just going to the classes has helped. So .... nibble nibble...
Oh man.
But...I like to think about conquering this fear, this fear of...I don't even know what. Fear of being in front of people? Check. Fear of being judged? Check. Fear of screwing up and ruining someone's workout? Check. Fear of just doing it wrong. Fear of being rejected. A big check. A fear that appears to be getting worse with me, and which I blame on my lack of interaction with people as I sit at home alone with two dogs all day. I am so self-conscious about things (not even myself, necessarily, just things) that it makes me talk differently, even in front of my closest friends. It's weird. It's not like I give a fuck. But something is just coming unhinged within me. Fears I had in elementary school are coming back to haunt me. Perfection. Not being liked.
Perfection.
I need to work on this before it controls me more than it already is. It's part of the reason I decided I did want to pursue being a cycling instructor in the first place. Along with the desire to motivate people, try to provide an awesome experience with fitness for people, and maybe even have some new relationships that I make along the way, I want to prove fear will not hold me back from being awesome and doing awesome things.
Today Karen said she'd like me to come all week. And then I should also plan to teach the warmup (two songs) the following week.
GAAAAAAAAHH....
I tried to act cool when she said this. Oh, yes, right ok cool! Yep! Woohoo! Moving right along!
But in reality, the big ol' Dread set in. I started not hearing what she was saying, staring at her as she talked. Snap back into this, Steph! I forced myself to listen to her words, whatever she was saying... it was probably important! Crap! I kept telling myself that I am doing this. It's too late now, no backing out. I can face this. I can do this. I can. Listen. Think about why you want to....
And then I just completely made it leave my head. Nope. Just can't deal with it right now. I figure that news was the first bite, and now I needed to suck on it and make it able for me to swallow. I'll choose to swallow it a little later. I've already progressed to not get sick to my stomach when I think about the future of possibly being an instructor. Just going to the classes has helped. So .... nibble nibble...
Oh man.
But...I like to think about conquering this fear, this fear of...I don't even know what. Fear of being in front of people? Check. Fear of being judged? Check. Fear of screwing up and ruining someone's workout? Check. Fear of just doing it wrong. Fear of being rejected. A big check. A fear that appears to be getting worse with me, and which I blame on my lack of interaction with people as I sit at home alone with two dogs all day. I am so self-conscious about things (not even myself, necessarily, just things) that it makes me talk differently, even in front of my closest friends. It's weird. It's not like I give a fuck. But something is just coming unhinged within me. Fears I had in elementary school are coming back to haunt me. Perfection. Not being liked.
Perfection.
I need to work on this before it controls me more than it already is. It's part of the reason I decided I did want to pursue being a cycling instructor in the first place. Along with the desire to motivate people, try to provide an awesome experience with fitness for people, and maybe even have some new relationships that I make along the way, I want to prove fear will not hold me back from being awesome and doing awesome things.
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Heart-Pig Training: Week 4
Week 4 of training is over. I have felt stronger. My weight seems up, which is strange. Maybe I'm gaining muscle? I hope so.
Planned: 14 miles
Sunday – off
Monday – bike / lift
Tuesday – 3 miles / broomball
Wednesday – bike / broomball
Thursday – 3m iles / lift
Friday – 2 miles
Saturday – 6 miles
Actual: 11.5 miles + broomball madness
Sunday – off
Monday – Spinning at AMIG. Didn't lift :(
Tuesday – ran 3 miles / broomball
Wednesday – More spinning at AMIG...and tired tired legs / broomball
Thursday – REST. Wow was I tired by this point.
Friday – 2.5 miles from the house.
Saturday – ran 6 miles at Sharon Woods to get some hills in.
Planned: 14 miles
Sunday – off
Monday – bike / lift
Tuesday – 3 miles / broomball
Wednesday – bike / broomball
Thursday – 3m iles / lift
Friday – 2 miles
Saturday – 6 miles
Actual: 11.5 miles + broomball madness
Sunday – off
Monday – Spinning at AMIG. Didn't lift :(
Tuesday – ran 3 miles / broomball
Wednesday – More spinning at AMIG...and tired tired legs / broomball
Thursday – REST. Wow was I tired by this point.
Friday – 2.5 miles from the house.
Saturday – ran 6 miles at Sharon Woods to get some hills in.
6 Hilly Miles at Sharon Woods
Saturday we made a plan for me to be able to leave and run without the worries of leaving Harley-dog and her anxiety behind. It was great.
I worked all morning. At a good stopping point, I got dressed and drove to Sharon Woods for a couple hilly laps. It's about a 2.5 mile loop, so I figured I could do that, then a bit more and finish up no problem.
I started a "backwards" direction so I'd end up with the shorter loop option for that extra mile. Sharon Woods is hilly, but they are quick hills. It was interesting warming up on them. First mile was 11:06, but I didn't care. That was fine.
I began to get into a rhythm, just moving along, letting my legs stay loose on the downhills and just being steady on the uphills. I was listening to another Invisibilia podcast which really had my attention. So I was super relaxed and didn't even hear my breathing. But it was probably loud, going by how everyone moved over when I came up on them :)
Around 2.5 I turned around and headed the other way, facing the hills from a different direction. I'm not really sure if one way is easier or not. It just really feels rolling.
When I got to about 4.5, my podcast was over. I thought maybe I'd just tune into my body more for the last bit, but I was worried I'd psych myself out. The run was going so well, I didn't want my stupid mind getting in the way. So I quickly stopped to cue up the one song on my phone: "Survival" by Muse. I don't know what it is about that song, but I really really love it. I like how it builds, and it is about racing...so maybe that's why.
I hit repeat and took got moving. Unfortunately, the beat of the song is slightly slower than my foot pace. But it got me up some hills pretty nicely. I couldn't believe how quick my legs were moving.
Last mile was 9:36.
Woohooo!!!!! After 5 hills miles, I just chucked off a 9:36 pace...and it felt easy??
I think I have some serious evaluation to do with music, my pace, and how they all work together. Because I don't know what happened there, but I'm pretty certain I wouldn't have been able to do that without music. I just beat myself up way too much when all I have is my own mind to keep me company.
Splits:
11:01, 10:40, 10:48, 10:34, 10:39, 9:36. Average was 10:33 for 6 hilly miles. I'm happy with that.
I worked all morning. At a good stopping point, I got dressed and drove to Sharon Woods for a couple hilly laps. It's about a 2.5 mile loop, so I figured I could do that, then a bit more and finish up no problem.
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| View from a flatter part of the trail. Across the pond is another side of the trail. |
I started a "backwards" direction so I'd end up with the shorter loop option for that extra mile. Sharon Woods is hilly, but they are quick hills. It was interesting warming up on them. First mile was 11:06, but I didn't care. That was fine.
I began to get into a rhythm, just moving along, letting my legs stay loose on the downhills and just being steady on the uphills. I was listening to another Invisibilia podcast which really had my attention. So I was super relaxed and didn't even hear my breathing. But it was probably loud, going by how everyone moved over when I came up on them :)
Around 2.5 I turned around and headed the other way, facing the hills from a different direction. I'm not really sure if one way is easier or not. It just really feels rolling.
When I got to about 4.5, my podcast was over. I thought maybe I'd just tune into my body more for the last bit, but I was worried I'd psych myself out. The run was going so well, I didn't want my stupid mind getting in the way. So I quickly stopped to cue up the one song on my phone: "Survival" by Muse. I don't know what it is about that song, but I really really love it. I like how it builds, and it is about racing...so maybe that's why.
I hit repeat and took got moving. Unfortunately, the beat of the song is slightly slower than my foot pace. But it got me up some hills pretty nicely. I couldn't believe how quick my legs were moving.
Last mile was 9:36.
Woohooo!!!!! After 5 hills miles, I just chucked off a 9:36 pace...and it felt easy??
I think I have some serious evaluation to do with music, my pace, and how they all work together. Because I don't know what happened there, but I'm pretty certain I wouldn't have been able to do that without music. I just beat myself up way too much when all I have is my own mind to keep me company.
Splits:
11:01, 10:40, 10:48, 10:34, 10:39, 9:36. Average was 10:33 for 6 hilly miles. I'm happy with that.
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