LSD & the 80s

Yes, you read that right.  LSD and the 80s.

Tonight’s cycle class was an LSD – long slow distance ride – set to 80s music.  It was glorious.  

Let me back up.  So, in case you haven’t heard, I’m running a half marathon this weekend with my sister, which means this is taper week.  This means that I have shorter runs (three miles!), and I needed to make my cycle class a taper class as well.  It worked out well that I’ve been trying to mimic the stages of the Tour de France.  Today was a rest day for them.  Which leads me to the LSD ride tonight for class.  The long slow distance is a great tool for keeping the muscles working and blood flowing without skipping workouts and letting muscles stiffen up.  It’s also a good way to start out a training cycle – it allows you to find your baseline and then check against it periodically throughout the training.  

So, tonight was an LSD on the bike.  Long slow distance trying to keep the heart rate around 75% or 7.5 on a relative perceived exertion scale.  It’s a lot harder than you think to keep your heart rate that steady for an hour!  But, it’s also very hard to keep your head in the game the entire time.  This is a part of training that’s often forgotten and much harder to through daily routines.  I mean, I myself am horribly addicted to my phone, checking FB updates, and my Twitter feed.  Granted, the 80s helped me rock out through the class, but it did take a lot of awareness to keep the heart rate and breath in check.

Someday I hope to be able to do a running LSD.  

Holy Cow, You Guys!

When I started this blog oh so long ago (what – 3 weeks?), it was for me to use it as an inspiration/diary/general randomness.  But, now I’ve created a Facebook page where there are more people following than just my sister and closest friends.  There are people that are actually following the blog.  True, some of this could be the result of me actually telling people about this endeavor rather than hoping that random people will stumble across it and become so entertained that they just keep coming back.  But that’s just a theory.  

At any rate, thank you!

Thanks, Cheerleaders!

I went out for a short 3 miler today between rain showers today.  (Side note: I swear I’m going to end up swimming these miles shortly!)  I could hear this noise as I was approaching my turnaround.  I looked around trying to find the source, but saw nothing.  As I completed my turn, there was a random person, clapping, cheering me on.  It was good to know there was someone else out there today cheering me on other than the voice in my head.  🙂

Procrastination Miles

I know I was worked up last night about Dad.  He’s doing okay today, grumpy that he’s still in the hospital, and grumpier still that they have to stay around Jacksonville until the end of next week.  Because of the subdural hematomas and low magnesium levels, he’s at a higher risk for stroke, so they’d like to keep him around for observation.

But, you would’ve thought by last night’s post that I would jump out of bed and get right to it, right?  Ha.  See my Newton post.

It was close to 1:30 pm before getting out to run.  Between stuff I had to do this morning and being lazy, it just didn’t happen.  But, I knew I had to.  I told myself it was “training in the heat”.  Dude – it was H-O-T, hot!  I think the “feels like” temperature was 91F when I left the house!  I did take my hydration belt with me complete with one Gatorade and one water.    

I gave myself permission to walk when I felt overheated.  My heart rate monitor wasn’t cooperating today, so I had to go off of my perceived exertion.  Even with a few short walk segments in there, I still managed to pull off an 11 min/mile, including warm up and cool down.  There were two miles in there that were around 9:30.  

Not bad for a hot day’s work.  Too bad it started raining just as I got home.  

I Just Don’t Even Know

My dad was one of my underlying reasons for taking up running in the last year.  It was a crazy health year for him, from a quadruple bypass in April 2012, complications to that through May 2012, and then being diagnosed with liver cancer in October 2012.  After that, things started to move (relatively) quickly.  Although, nothing can ever be fast enough for the patient and the family that just want answer.   Running was my answer to find that “me” time, and it was something I could control.  

Amazingly, within 8 months, he had the liver cancer confirmed, undergone the entire battery of testing needed to get on a transplant list, had two rounds of localized chemo, and he got his new liver!  While it didn’t go as quickly as we would’ve like, it was amazingly fast in the world of transplant medicine.  June 15th will be Dad’s second birthday.  

We are all so happy.  The liver cancer is gone.  It wasn’t the horrible, agonizing wait that many other families face, watching their loved ones go through agonizing pain until that oh so lucky day.    We have been so blessed throughout this entire experience.

Then Dad fell last weekend.  We still don’t know why or how, but they were just now able to do the MRI today to check for any signs of stroke, seizure, or brain bleeds.  He knocked out a tooth and a bridge in the process of hitting his head on the counter, and they had to, um, wait until they found it.  (There is still some debate as to whether searching for the bridge is part of your marriage vows.  That may be another post.  😉 )    

Mom and Dad left the hospital around 6 and were called to come back to the ER by 6:30.  He’s been admitted tonight to ICU where they will keep an eye on him throughout the night and test for signs of stroke.  They’ll redo the MRI tomorrow morning and then decide on course of action from there.

I don’t want to think about having gone through all of this just to lose Dad to a stroke.  (Which I know rationally he’s in the best place if something were to happen, and there’s nothing I could do even if I were there.  I never claimed to be rational in this post!)  He’s not allowed to do that.  But, seeing as it’s currently 10:30 pm, the gym is closed, and it’s pitch black outside, I don’t currently have the ability to run to save my sanity.  So I write.  Thank you for being part of my sanity.  At least until I can get out and run tomorrow.  

Which I will then promptly come back and tell you all about.  🙂 

The First Step is Often the Hardest (a.k.a. Damn you, Newton)

I’m a big fan of Newton, Isaac not the fig.  My body’s is a huge fan of the his First Law: a body at rest will stay at rest (unless acted upon by force).  

In theory, I should’ve run five miles yesterday, thirteen today, and started (and completed) an exam for school.  In theory.  Yesterday, I didn’t even get out of the yoga pants and t-shirt I had slept in the night before.  I did, however, accomplish passing level 213 in Candy Crush Saga (don’t start it if you haven’t), watching a few hours of DVR’d Veronica Mars episodes (gotta get refreshed for the movie!), took a three hour nap, and cleaned out my Hotmail in box.  Yes, I still have a Hotmail email account.  It’s where I send all of my ads and random newsletters I’ve signed up for over the years, but I don’t read them.  No idea why I haven’t unsubscribed yet.  But that’s beside the point.  The point is my Hotmail inbox is now down to just over 1,000 unread emails from over 3200!  

Oh, wait.  That’s not at all the point of this post.

The point is, as much force as it requires, sometimes you need to find the force to apply to move you beyond that first hurdle.  Today, I actually got dressed.  Okay, it’s still yoga pants and a tshirt, but at least it’s not the ones I slept in the night before.  I started the exam.  At first “started” just meant I typed my name.  But, I’ve now answered most of the first question.  (And then I ruined my momentum by writing this, but I had to get it out.)  

Here’s to the other part of Newton’s first law – a body in motion will stay in motion.  And hoping that his second law holds true when I find enough acceleration to move my rear end into gear and force myself to finish this exam.  

The third law, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction is for another time.