Monday, March 3
- 20 minute ab/arm workout w/ Misto (this sounds like NBD. it was.)
- 2 hr Misto practice
- 1 hr TT32 practice
Tuesday, March 4
- 1 hr spin class. 2 spring tabatas.
sooooo… tired. have only had 2 glasses of wine this week.
Monday, March 3
Tuesday, March 4
sooooo… tired. have only had 2 glasses of wine this week.
In semi-related news, Uber Alice has agreed to be my fitness accountability buddy. I’ve been trying to work out w/ Misto for two weeks to no avail (we’re both busy) but apparently so has Cass. So I may try working out w/ Cass instead…
I other semi-related news… I’m going to seriously try to limit my alcohol intake… I drank waaaaayyyy too much last week.
Food:
Exercise:
So. On the bright side: I finished most of the bad food that I’ve been stuffing my face with. Unfortunately, there’s still some Dove Dark Chocolates at home. And people have been giving me Valentine’s candy. Eventually, though, if I stop buying it… I’ll stop eating it. Maybe.
I was going to get up early and go to Spin yesterday morning since I haven’t been in two weeks? Yeah. Didn’t happen. Partly cuz I didn’t wanna, and mostly cuz the guy who was gonna cover the library never got back to me… Maybe when I start going again, I’ll stop stuffing my face with everything and start feeling better.
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The rest of this is me whining.
I sat in the Port-a-Potty and cried yesterday. Couldn’t suck ’em back any longer. That was a first. And hopefully a last. Crying in the bathroom? Ok. Crying in a PVC outhouse filled with excrement? Yeah. That’s a new low.
So I’m kind of back to what Bob asked me a long time ago. What do I love about derby? What has me driving 45 minutes each direction during rush hour and blizzards and traffic when there are other things to be doing three times a week?
It’s hard. But I always manage to succeed. I work hard and I do well and I’m a fucking badass on that track. And Roller Derby is a badass sport. And I have badass friends who I’m constantly so impressed by and proud of.
Except… this time it was hard. And I failed. This is so hard to admit, but maybe it will help me let go. In August/September… my name came up. For Fight Club. As a fleeting “now that we have 18, we could…” And obviously nothing came out of that. But I heard about it. And laughed. Then heard about it again, and it was pointed out to me that with two skaters leaving and one out for six months… oh. So I got my shit together. The one goal of that entire 3.5 month TBT: if I’m going to be on Fight Club, I have to do RMRG proud. Because that is what RMRG deserves. If it’s going to be me, I’m going to be the best me I can be. And I was. I rose to that challenge.
It just turns out the best me wasn’t good enough. And RMRG didn’t want me anyway. At first, I thought we were wrong to put 20 skaters above me. But now. I wonder how I even managed to be considered in the first place.
So… even if I failed… I still got a lot out of that first TBT. I look better. I feel better. I am skating better. Right now I’m failing at this second TBT. Tomorrow we’ll be halfway through. I need to suck it up and own this second half. Even if I’m not one of RMRGs best 20 skaters… I need to be the best skater I can be to set an example for the newbies. To represent RMRG well when the Contenders go forth into the world. Etc. So I should sack up.
Food: (Haven’t been using Fitbit to track food lately…)
Exercise:
I’m not being a very consistent non-TBTer so far this round. Basketball is keeping me from exercising as much as I like, I’m eating bleh, I’m not using Fitbit to it’s potential in terms of tracking my caloric intake, I’m not even blogging consistently, etc. I have done my pushups and situps almost every day, though, and I think I’m seeing results. (At the very least I can do 25-30 pushups w/o needing to rest.) Time will tell.
Yesterday my “monthly gift” arrived. Thank mother nature. Holy shitballs. I’m definitely more… ah… chill… than even yesterday morning. Still a bit crazy, but hey.
Practice. We did stuff I’m good at, so that was cool… and then despite not originally being invited to participate in the FC/Hood scrimmage during TT practice time, the Conts had a last minute invite so most of us skated. That was cool. And fun. And surreal. And then we did a four-wall w/ a jammer trying to break through drill… when it was my turn to jam I could hear myself wheezing. I may actually be related to Darth Vader. That’s what I sounded like. It’s exhausting doing that any time, but against four FCers… Um. Yeah. But I didn’t give up. For two whole minutes. And I think I got by once… and around/through most of them a couple times… so that was cool. I guess.
I think it’s pretty clear Evals have been really tough for me. I really hate being on the committee. It’s like… it was hard not making Contenders, and then when I made it, I felt soo much pressure, and realized it’s even harder actually making it. And then Evals are hard not knowing, right? Yeah. 1,000x worse knowing. OMG.
Anyway. I had two emails this week out of the blue from super awesome skaters telling me to keep my chin up, that I’m doing great. And of course you guys have been saying that same thing for weeks… it’s just cool. My favorite part of derby is how we all take care of each other. It’s evals and we all want the same thing but we support each other in our own goals rather than being negative-ly competitive. You know? It’s not just what people are saying to me, but what I’m seeing on the track and in people’s actions and demeanor. I can look at two girls who I know are fighting for the same spot, who I know realize they are fighting for the same spot, and I can see them cheering each other on, and doing everything they can to help the other girl succeed.
Basically: derby girls are fucking awesome. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QK8mJJJvaes)
Food: Way the fuck over
Exercise:
I’m down on life again. Maybe I am S.A.D. You know, Seasonal Affective Disorder, people who are sad in January. Maybe it’s PMS. I don’t fucking know. Anyway. I was mopey and craving Biscuits and Gravy from the cafeteria. Got them. Totally worth their salty delicious 500+ calories. Lunch–Colin’s mom sent homemade bran-ish muffins. I had two, even though they were from Monday and not as delicious as they could have been. Walked Reilly, ate some leftovers, left early for practice.
It’s sort of fucked up. I leave half an hour early and I get to practice at the same time. Traffic. Ugh. Scrimmaged for 30 mins. I pulled my left ass check. It hurt the rest of practice. Gaygan practice–100 laps. I dropped out at 60. I just don’t have the mental toughness to push through right now. My back only started hurting at 60, which is pretty fucking good (it usually hurts around 30 and I suffer through til around 70-80.) My legs were also super tired. And my butt cramp. And I was doing the hyperventilating thing and having a hard time breathing again. Otherwise… practice was good…ish…I think.
Then Travel Team (Fight Club) practice 8-9pm. I don’t know how to explain that despite being re-christened “Travel Team” practice, Wednesdays are so clearly “Fight Club” practice still. I was exhausted. I had most of an Energy Bite and most of a Protein Smoothie thing and we rolled around hitting each other and doing the flippy spinny thing. I like flippy spinny. I’m decently good at flippy spinny. We practiced pairing and dropping back after hitting a jammer out–the partner who hadn’t done the hitting–basically exactly what Quigley did to me last weekend. But I was so exhausted. Die told me after Monday that I need to stop and turn around quicker. So naturally during this drill my stopping and turning around was ridiculously slow. I had partnered w/ Eve and Cass. Cass is freaking amazing. I’d barely dropped back five feet before she was back in bounds and I was clockwise blocking her. She was also really encouraging, reminding Eve and I we were almost done, to speed up, etc. I like Cass. I fell on my bum knee. It hurts today.
Drove my miserable sorry ass home and decided I wanted to sit up for a bit and drink a glass of wine. I haven’t been sleeping. Derby thoughts keeping me awake. The wine (and muscle relaxor) totally helped. But this morning I’m sleepy and groggy and blaaah again.