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Thursday: Insanity Plyometric Circuit

Friday: Off 

Saturday: Crossfit

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Back on Track: Sunday February 23- Wednesday February 26

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.

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If my journey were “Lord of the Rings,” this is the part where they are walking, walking, walking… walking, walking, walking…

Food:

  • Honey Nut Cheerios w/ 1% milk, banana, coffee, caramel macchiato sugar free creamer
  • Greek Yogurt w/ fruit and granola, apple
  • …  four mini old fashioned glazed donuts.
  • turkey and tons of swiss on wheat with Crystal Light and Cottage Cheese.
  • … the rest of the work dove dark chocolates
  • mini twix & dark milky way
  • salmon and reduced fat cream cheese with cucumbers on wheat thins
  • … the rest of the dark chocolate reese’s
  • Cliff Shot Bloks
  • Luna Bar
  • Veggies and Hummus.
  • … the rest of the cherry cordial ice cream…

Exercise:

  • 50 toe pushups
  • 50 sit ups
  • 3hr practice

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.

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I made you out of clay.

I have the Dreidel Song stuck in my head.  You too can share my misery, just click that link. Oh–and if you’re speculating: I’m not Jewish.  Not at all.

Food: 2607/2195

  • Quinoa bowl w/ walnuts, banana, and maple syrup.  Coffee and gloriously delicious Sugar free Pumpkin Spice Creamer.
  • Apple.  Greek yogurt w/ fruit and granola.  Banana.  Breakfast on the Go, Fruit and Berry Blend.
  • Chicken and Rice, Cranberry Orange Bread (courtesy of Colin’s mama,) VitaRain Sport
  • Cottage Cheese, Naked Might Mango.  Slice of thin crust frozen pizza.  
  • Chicken Breast, almond, mixed green, cherry tomato, sugar snap pea salad w/ Greek Yogurt, Pom, Red Wine Vinegar dressing.

Exercise:

  • Medium Reilly Walk
  • Practice

Yeah, so I was over on calories.  Should have, could have skipped that salad after practice. (461 calories–that would have put me where I’m supposed to be.) Conversely…  as Batty commented a few days ago: focus on eating better food, not less.  I think I’ve been doing that, but then last week when I didn’t have any snacks, I jammed on that chocolate.  Since then, I’ve been packing a shit ton of food in my lunches.  Like.  A shit ton.  My lunch suitcase needs wheels.  I would totally rock a rolling lunch suitcase.  Anyway, it’s working, and I don’t feel so badly when I eat good stuff.  I had one cheat item yesterday, but it could have been so much worse.  I had a slice of Colin’s mama’s Cranberry bread.  It was delicious and worth every one of those 120 calories.  

Gayg practice yesterday was excellent as usual.  I liked doing the Speed Skating laps instead of  like 100 laps in a pace line, or the lead for five laps version.  I doubt we did 100 laps yesterday, but we did quite a few, and it was challenging but mentally engaging as well, so that’s good.  Plus the passing piece kicks my competitive nature into overdrive so I didn’t sit out despite the throbbing back pain.   Really impressed with Saultz.  She was my partner yesterday, and she’s just returned from injury.  She hung in there like a champ.  I thought for sure she’d drop out, and was trying to keep her motivated to finish our lap together.  When we got back to the pack I expected her to sit out for a bit.  She didn’t.  She rolled on Gangnam Style.  It was B.A.  

Oh–also–Lops was my feedback buddy.  Totally scored the jackpot on that one.  She gives the best feedback and is sooo positive about it.  Lops is one of my most favorite league-team-mates.  I was really excited to be drafted to USPS for a number of reasons, and to be able to call a number of skaters “teammates” officially, but Lops was probably the one I was most excited about.  Simply because: she was at the War*house for my tryout, and her face lit up, she hugged me, and she was genuinely excited to see me there.  I was nervous and shitting my pants and there were other RMRG girls there who I knew better than Lops who were nonchalant at me, gave me a “what-the-fuck-are-you-doing-here?” look.  Well.  I was thinking to myself “what-the-fuck-are-you-doing-here?” and when I saw some girls I knew and they ignored me…I assumed that was what they were thinking as well.  Regardless, Lops was an encouraging face/body for me that day, and I needed it.  Plus she’s just the shit.  

So… yeah.  Pretty solid Monday.  Effectively avoiding the hordes of treats so far today.  

 

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If you really want more, scream it out louder

“If you really want more, scream it out louder”

This is my Derby Jam.  I had Batty and Scream play it when I did my 20 laps, I play it before every bout, and it usually comes on my iPod when I’m merging from I-225 to I-70 on the way to practice.  I really started listening to it when I made Contenders.  I was worried I’d screw up that opportunity, so I just kept telling myself to work at it.  If you really want more, scream it out louder.  Get on the floor, bring out the fire.  Light it up, take it up higher.

I also like the second part of the first verse–“Know you’ve been patiently waiting, I know you need me, I can feel it, I’m a beast, I’m an animal, I’m that monster in the mirror, the headliner, finisher, closer, winner, best when under pressure with seconds left I show up.”  If you just read the lyrics and look at what a cock Usher is, he’s talking about how he’s so awesome at dancing.  But for me, it means this opportunity was meant for me.  And here I am, and I’m not gonna let anyone down.  And the last part there, I always look at Fight Club winning WFTDA Nationals in 2010.  One point.  Frida Beater.  Sure, that was everyone’s victory.  But, Frida totally could have fucked that up.  She didn’t.  She secured a win.  I always wonder what would happen to me in a similar situation.  I think I would crack under pressure.  So singing these lyrics at myself, constantly telling myself I’m the finisher, is my way of preparing myself for the event my team needs a tight victory and I’m on the line.  (It almost happened at the Fillmore DRD bout, but Alpha pulled me and put other skaters in instead. It did happen at Sac City, but I was blocking, not jamming, so not the same.)

“More” by Usher

“Watch me as I dance under the spotlight-
listen to the people screaming out more, and more
Cos I create the feeling that keep em coming back,
Yeah, I create the feeling that keep em coming back,
So captivating when I get it on the floor.

Know y’all been patiently waiting, I know you need me, I can feel it,
I’m a beast, I’m an animal, I’m that Monster in the mirror,
The headliner, finisher, I’m the closer, winner.
Best when under pressure with seconds left I show up.

If you really want more, scream it out louder,
if you on the floor, bring out the fire,
And light it up, take it up higher,
Gonna push it to the limit, give it more.

Get up both your hands, I’m in the zone, s’aite
put em in the air, if you more (and) more,
Cos I can’t wait to feel it.
I go hard, can’t stop,
But if I stop just know that Imma bring it back,
Never quittin’ don’t believe in that.

Know y’all been patiently waiting, I know you need me, I can feel it,
I’m a beast, I’m an animal, I’m that monster in the mirror,
The headliner, finisher, I’m the closer, winner.
Best when under pressure with seconds left I show up.

If you really want more, scream it out louder,
if you on the floor, bring out the fire,
And light it up, take it up higher,
Gotta push it to the limit, give it more.

Ooooooooo….
Gotta push it to the limit, give it more..
Ooooooooo….

If you really want more, scream it out louder,
if you on the floor, bring out the fire,
And light it up, take it up higher,
Gotta push it to the limit, give it more.

Ooooooooo….
Gotta push it to the limit, give it more..
Ooooooooo….

Gotta push it to the limit, give it more.”

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