Thing that hurt my hips:
Standing
Sitting
Walking
Things that don't hurt my hips:
Running. At least during. It's just the after.
Lying on the couch dicking around on the internet. Not too shabby.
Friday and Saturday I nailed my tri training plans.
Friday I knocked out a solo 45 minute bike ride (well, 49 minutes) with my new, longer stem. It's awesome. My neck and shoulders thank me.
New stem!
Post bike. I'd sweat this photo was in black and white were it not for the back yard greenery. I am going to keep rocking the pale, though. White power! Oh, wait, that's really not what I meant.
Apparently I let my bike rub all up in my shit. Sshhhhhh, don't tell my husband.
There was sweat. I promise. Ish.
Saturday I met up with my running friends April and Eve. I thought I had a 45 minute run on the docket, because I'm illiterate. We ran for 49 minutes (Theme?). We took it super slow, though. No hip pain, the whole time, which was glorious. I was sweating my ass off, because I thought wearing a hoodie in the Valley heat was a good idea. It wasn't. But, hey. Sweat. Always a good thing.
Bangs? Not a good thing. Bangs are the worst. And I can never find my stupid little hair clips that keep my bangs out of my face. Sweaty bangs are the worst times a billion. Gross.
My stomach was one glorious puddle of sweat.
My running companions. We were like drink sizes of height: small, medium, and large.
You may remember this water fountain from such previous blog posts as the one where I rode my bike. And that's it.
I am a mother fucking gansta up in here, yo.
My hips were in the clear almost all day.
Almost.
Arg.
Sunday was my day of rest, and I don't have a run again until Wednesday (I had to check. I look at my plan at least three times a day. How do I not have it memorized?). We'll see what three full days of not-running does for my hips.
In other news, I'm running a 10k back home in August. My friend Howard is working at a blackberry festival up there. I loooooooooove blackberries. And, he promised to take me square dancing. If I weren't married I'd be smitten. As soon as I saw they had a 10k, I was planning my trip. Plus, it's $15. I wonder how many people will sign up? I bet I could place, you guys? No one up there runs. Am I going to have to mix in some 10k training up in here?
Yes, I realize the flaw in those last two paragraphs. I know.
Ignoring the race, there's also a rodeo. And I can swim in the river (hello test driving my new bikini!). I'm already pondering how many days off I should ask from work. There's a ton of people back home I'd love to see. I haven't been up there in almost a year, and that was for my oldest brother's wedding, so I didn't really have a chance to hang out. You guys, I can go for a run in the redwoods? I cannot begin to express how awesome that would be. And fresh blackberries. Oh, cobbler! And sleeping outside.
I am so excited. Four weeks. *dance of joy*
You can tell you're in NorCal for *real* just above San Francisco. People in gas stations honestly care how your day is going. Speed limits are suddenly far more likely to be obeyed. The number of filthy 4runners increases ten fold. Men have beards, completely unironically. And the hippies. Oh, hippies, as far as the eye can see. It's going to be glorious.
On the docket for today (you guys? I really, really like the word "docket." I'm trying to use it as much as possible. In case you couldn't already tell.):
(I had to check my training program again. Thankfully, I already had it open.)
20 minute swim
30 minute bike ride
I wonder if I should harass my bike shop friend to take me out. It would probably be longer than 30 minutes, though, and I should probably stop overshooting everything I do, at least until the pain backs off more. Boo.
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How often do you make it back to your home town? Do you have a place you consider "back home"?
How do you deal with growing out bangs? I swear, I want to chop my off, but I'm pretty sure that's not a good way to get rid of bangs.
Who else out there is rocking the pale?
I rock out the pale YEAR ROUND! I'm hoping that my love of sunscreen pays off and I will look this way FOREVER! My tri transition times sure would be faster if I didn't have to keep reapplying sunscreen though.... :)
ReplyDeleteLOL you are so wonderful. I love reading everything you write. I hope that doesn't sound too weird.
ReplyDeleteNorCal sounds similar to where I'm from (small town in Mass), especially the hippies as far as the eye can see part hahaha.
With all the training you'll be doing, the word "docket" will be SUPER easy to work in. I mean, you could literally use it hundreds of times.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I HATED when I had bangs. They suck so hard to grow out. Headbands look retarded... I guess try bobby pins. I had them a few years ago but I don't remember how I grew them out. Yours are getting long, though, so it shouldn't be too bad.
You wore pants and a hoodie to run in the heat??? I would have died.
ReplyDeleteOf course, you're far less likely to get sun cancer. I'm crazy tan (people are commenting on it!) just from being outside so much. I have a sexy racer back tank top tan line.
I go "home" 3-5 times a year. It's not the same, though, because all my friends moved away. It is nice to see my parents, though.
I live in my hometown. I'm only pale where my workout clothes cover. I'm a faithful sunscreener, but clearly it's not super strong. Either that, or I should stop using the sunscreen my husband buys at the dollar store.
ReplyDeleteI go to my parents' house at least once a year, but lately that's been about it...it's expensive to get from the east coast to Texas, especially now that there are two of us. I don't really have a "back home" anymore because they moved from the place I lived for a year there, and that wasn't really "home" in the first place. Vermont is sort of becoming home to me though.
ReplyDeleteBangs...bobby pins. I always regret getting bangs. Always.
Your pale looks tan next to mine. I always tell Nick if we're walking someplace at night I just wear shorts so cars can see us.
I cut myself bangs one night when I was heading out, and decided I would look better with. Terrible.
ReplyDeleteBack Home is FL, which sucks.
But this blackberry festival... that sounds glorious. Black are my favorite berries...
I always had a feeling you were a Norcal transplant! Enjoy your excursion up north. Some of the best people I know are from Ft. Bragg, Leggett, and Arcata. I wish my family didn't live so far away in SoCal or I would never leave NorCal!
ReplyDeleteHave you ever gone backpacking on the lost coast? We souted it out once, it is beautiful and I would LOVE to go out there for a couple nights!
I grew out my bangs in 8th grade. I was all about the headband until they were long enough to just be out of my freaking way. I hated having them. I've never gone back.
ReplyDeleteI'm also pale. Always have been. Always will be.
I live in my hometown!
I watched a Tosh stand up thing on Biker Boy's Netflix thingamajig last night. It was hysterical! I think it was quite a few years old, but I didn't care.
I don't get back to my hometown very often, maybe once every year or two...I tend to meet up with my parents at other family gatherings.
ReplyDeleteI too have a very high percentage of laundry dedicated to workout clothes--sometimes it seems like MORE than half of my laundry is workout clothes. The good news is that tech fabrics dry fast so laundry is done quickly.
Dude, I'm sorry your hip is giving you grief. That sucks. Exciting news about getting back home though :)
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