Dumb Thought Process Of The Day: Half my laundry is workout clothes. That's funny. Oh, wait, I work out at least 7 times a week. Oh. Duh.
Thing that hurt my hips:
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.
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.
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.
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?