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.
Sunday 2/23: Fight Club Practice, TT32 Scrimmage, League Scrimmage
Monday 2/24: Agility Ladders/Shuffle Tabata, League Practice, Contenders Practice
Tuesday 2/25: Spin Class “Pikes Peak” style
Wednesday 2/26: 1/2 League Practice, MHC-FC scrimmage.
Food: 2647/2022
Exercise:
I know it was a good practice when I get home and fitbit tells me I have 15,000+ steps. Scrimmage days I get like no steps, so it wasn’t the hour-ish scrimmage-ish. Double practice school nights I’m usually around 11,000. The only times I hit 15,000 are when I have spin class and walk Reilly.
I really need to get on track with my eating. I jammed on a Snicker’s yesterday. And fro-yo with lunch. Bad Mean@$$. My skinny jeans don’t feel so hot this morning. 😦 I’ve got tummy overhang. And I could easily have cut out the 600+ calories I’m over from yesterday (the frozen yogurt, the snickers, and the PB& Hershey’s on wheat…)
I’m hitting Costco this weekend. Misto said she got the choco-peanut butter protein bar there, so I’ll grab some, as well as some other healthy snacks. I just need to focus. Balance is also a goal and unfortunately gets in the way sometimes. So, balance with a focus on diet.
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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:
Exercise:
Those Reese’s are evil. I need to stop eating them. And the Dove Chocolates. I did great through the day and ate none. Then before practice I just stuffed my face. And I had two of Colin’s mom’s Red Velvet w/ Cream Cheese frosting cupcakes. I’d licked all of the frosting off the first one so I had to eat the cupcake bare. I needed a second to appreciate the combination of flavors. Which was divine, btw. 😉
Everyone seems to be enjoying the homework, so that’s good. Plus it’s wildly entertaining for me, so there’s that. Haha. I hope everyone does the tough part of the homework, and not just the fun part. (The tough part being something similar to my Congratulations, Menace post. Or any type of celebration of one’s own Travel Team Awesomeness. Per Bonnie D’Stroir’s advice. The fun part being: post a picture on facebook of yourself when you started playing roller derby.)
I’m not sure whose picture is my favorite so far. They are all super awesome.
My shitty derby attitude continues. A bit. I think? Rad Die gave us “work on your own stuff” time last night, and I let Sweets test out my skates while I sat out instead. I did do some pushups. (That’s why 78 instead of 50.) And I didn’t find a partner in time for another drill, so sat out then as well… I dunno. It’s just… what’s the point of busting my ass every second of every practice? It didn’t get me where I wanted, and other people who work less hard did get there. So I should be doing what they’re doing, right? Not what I’ve been doing. But that’s not the right attitude either. I think I’m just lost and confused right now, and since I’m not sure what to do…. well. Sometimes it’s easier to just sit out and take a breather here and there.
I’m hoping to get back to my old self sooner than later. Or figure out what to do if I’m not going to be busting my ass all the time. It feels weird sitting out. I don’t like it.
Tuesday… I ate well through the day. I had basketball in the evening. No exercise (other than pushups/situps). Tons of Oreos w/ milk before bed. Oh. And 2 Hansen’s Diet Soda’s, One 20oz Coke Zero, and two cans of Diet Coke. YIKES.
Wednesday:
Food:
Exercise:
OMG I am soo tired. Stressful day at work yesterday. Rough morning (hence the three homemade from scratch with chocolate chunks in them brownies.) I was exhausted so I went home around 2:15. Walked Reilly and took a sort of nap. We listened to Bonnie D on our walk, and then we (me and Reilly) lay in bed listening to it and sort of zoning out. Then we lay there in silence for 30 mins or so and when it was time to get up… well I almost missed practice entirely.
I needed to have a TT30 chat w/ Sweets, so I got my ass up and to practice. No time to make food, and nothing looked appetizing, so I figured I’d hit McDonald’s. Misto (who I carpooled with) wanted a Grilled Chicken Sandwich. So I got the same thing instead of the cheeseburgers and nuggets I’d originally intended to order. So one less-than-awful decision yesterday.
And then practice was good. Cass and Gayg helped me understand a bit of my Eval feedback, and then I used it on them (and Alpha and Sweets) during Fight Club practice… which feels pretty damn good, I have to say. I was jamming against them and wore them down so much that my fourth try I juked a three foot wide hole for myself. Bwaaahahahaha. Yes.
This morning it was really hard to get out of bed. I skipped my calisthenics. I’ll have to make them up later today. Once the fog clears.
Oh–and btw–for all my “Thunda’s practice wasn’t that hard” comments… Yeah. Around 5 on Tuesday. Hurt to stand up/sit down. That continued all the way up to practice Wednesday. I *think* it’s passed.
Food:
Exercise:
Food. Ate well yesterday. I survived w/o the apple I normally have for snack mid-day. It was tough, but I did it. Then when I got home the first thing I did was ravenously devour an apple out of the fridge. Whew. I should have had my banana before Conts practice last night, even though it was more chill than usual. (I got dizzy/lightheaded during headstands.)
I slept like a champ. I was nice and relaxed after Yoga and I did my best to maintain that demeanor on my drive home. Mostly successful. Small glass of wine before bed. It took some time to fall asleep, but I did, and I slept like a champ. (I should start using my fitbit to track my sleep again…)
Yoga. Wow that was super awesome, and just what the doctor ordered. Have I mentioned how much I hate being captain, yet? 😦 I really do. I love it, but I hate it. I hated turning skaters away last night. Sure, you don’t have to be a “Sunday” skater to do Yoga after practice, but… you do to attend a Contenders practice. Also… I talked about the stress everyone’s been feeling, lately… And sure. The newbs started their eval week, too. But… we’ve been at it for three. And all the scrimmaging for the Hood/Daisy bout… Last night was for the Contenders and our Project Mayhem guests. It wasn’t for everyone else. I have good reasons, but they don’t make me feel any better for turning those other girls away.
And then, I can’t help but wonder what everyone is thinking. I know some girls are judging that particular use of that time. I also know it was exactly what those skaters needed. The ones that came. And the ones that didn’t. Well. You can’t coach part of an athlete, you have to coach the whole athlete. And sometimes that’s going to mean doing some weird shit at practice to get our mental game/focus on. They picked me for this job, so they’re just going to have to come around to what that means, and that means yoga here and there at practice, etc.
Besides. We could have scrimmaged last night, sure. And yeah, the two evaluators (me & Die) who were there could have seen some good shit. But. How much would you all have killed me if we’d done that? I’d have been pissed off at me. Not to mention our poor refs. They’ve had scrimmages two-three nights a week on top of Sats/Suns and a couple of bouts. They’d have killed me, too. (Or they just wouldn’t have shown up. And then we’d really have killed each other.)
So HA.
And I know what you’re all thinking/going to say: I can’t make everyone happy all the time. I beg to differ. Yes. I. Can.
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.
Food: 1924
Exercise:
Fitbit says I’m 400 calories over, so I’ll call it a win. 😉 I weighed in at 149.3 this morning, woot woot. Pretty uneventful day. It’s getting harder and harder to walk Reilly. I like doing it and I don’t mind the cold, but… the dark. Ick.
And the drive to practice. OMG. Usually if I leave at 4:45 I only hit a smidge of traffic on I-225 approaching Parker Road. These days, I leave at 4:45, I hit traffic at Arapahoe & I-25 and sit in it until I pass Parker Road from 1-225. Cat said she’s been taking E-470. It already costs me about $6 to get to and from practice. I’m not adding on another $3. Ugh.
Ho J ran practice last night. She did a great job. She’s no Training Newbie, but in the past year I’ve never attended a Ho J practice. She’s so sweet. That’s all she wrote (for now.)