Sunday, January 18, 2009
Originally Kyle and I had planned to save money by using an iPod and borrowed speakers for our wedding music. After all, between Kyle and Dave we'd have most of the good music produced in the last four decades. Eventually, though, we decided it would be good to have an actual DJ, someone to make announcements and maintain a good mood and flow. What we didn't want was a tasteless performer who would overshadow the music and the reception. One DJ whom everyone recommended was Ellen Wascou. She used to do radio and now runs Stardust Entertainment. My mom has a real problem with high-pitched, screechy voices and Ellen is, well, definitely the opposite. She also seems very professional and willing to find or do whatever we need, so I'm quite content.
Kyle and I (since this is part of the wedding in which he has a vested interest) will meet with Ellen sometime in April and figure out the plan and most importantly our songlist, which is already in the making. It goes without saying that the list will include a lot of Journey...and a lil bit of Skee Low (64 Impala optional).
Be ready to dance. And to help me make the groom dance.
| posted at: 07:42 |
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Saturday, January 17, 2009
I realized today that I sort of miss competing in 5Ks. I don't miss training for them, I'll hasten to add. Definitely not. But somedays I miss competing in something that is so solitary and straightforward. I also like tracking my progress and winning things, surprise surprise.
I know what seems to be the obvious answer: I should take up bike racing. And in fact Kyle has been bugging me to do so for a while (to which I usually answer: "You first.") I should emphasize that I'm not delusional - I know that I'm not fast enough to compete right now. But that's not the real problem. The truth is I don't know that I'll ever feel comfortable bike racing. I hope I'm wrong of course, but right now I could never do it.
That's part of why the Expresso bike appealed to me. I could compete against real cyclists for real prizes on real-looking courses, but do so in the comfort of my own home with no chance of crashing. That fear isn't like me, I know. Generally I'm an incredibly aggressive athlete. I always have a physical style of play and I'm never afraid to sacrifice my body. (Exhibit A: My awesome "Sacrifice Your Body Like an Aztec" Hydra Paper Plate Award.) The thing is, though, I'm an absolute wuss when my feet aren't on the ground. I suck at rollerblading and iceskating because I go as slow as humanly possible, I've never skiied or snowboarded because the very idea terrifies me, and I would never in my life ride a motorcycle. I will run headlong into a 300 pound linebacker or dive on hardwood to grab a basketball but do not ask me to skateboard down even a tiny hill.
Of all my fears in this vein, cycling is one of the worst, mostly because the consequences for crashing can be so severe. During outdoor training any wipeout or skid could take me into the path of a car. Sometimes when I'm riding I become almost paralyzed by the realization that with one slip I could be dead. It may be possible to die playing ultimate but it would take one heck of a freak accident. Even in races that close off the road to cars cyclists can get seriously injured by a crash. They're going so fast and there are so many things to run into. It's all rather terrifying, and that's a problem. I don't want to race until I can do it the way I play other sports. I need to be able to draft within inches of another cyclist's wheel and take sharp corners without losing any speed. I need to be able to focus on riding and winning and not on fear. I'm just not sure if that day will ever come.
| posted at: 10:55 |
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Friday, January 16, 2009
Right now Kyle and I are both hoping that our training will make us lose weight and inches. It hasn't done much so far, but we can keep hoping...and maybe dieting. The trip itself, however, will require a major mental readjustment: suddenly calories and carbs will be good, vital, and in short supply.
In order to keep our tired bodies going we'll probably need to consume around 4000 calories per day. I'm pretty sure we'll be up to the task of eating that much food; the problem is finding it. We don't want to carry many pounds of food but we also can't afford to buy many meals on the road. Our current plan is to always supply our own breakfast (fingers crossed for free hotel breakfasts with bagels and mini cereal boxes) but to get dinner from hosts or restaurants. Lunches are still being negotiated; Kyle wants to save money by eating what we carry (meaning the same things we had for breakfast), but I'm lobbying for stopping at grocery stores to supplement with food that is fresh and/or cold. Sadly we both agree that we can't afford to lunch at restaurants.
We've also been brainstorming about what food we can easily carry. I'm going to have to find an real energy bar that I like - right now the best I've got are Nature Valley granola bars and Snickers. We might also try those gels though quite frankly I prefer to chew and taste my calories. My strange habit of drinking fruit punch Powerade with meals will finally come in handy, however, and so will the power packed portable meal that I discovered a few years ago: peanut butter and honeynut cheerios. When I'm at home I make a peanut butter and honeynut cheerio sandwich on whole wheat bread for pre- or post-ride meals, which has the added bonus of being great with skim milk. (To the dismay of my mother and future mother-in-law I very rarely drink milk.)
On the road, however, I'll be content with just a spoon and a jar full of peanut butter and honeynut cheerios. I discovered this unexpected (but delicious) combo out of absolute necessity while studying abroad in England for a few weeks. The kitchen in our hotel/hostel was so utterly disgusting that none of us wanted to set foot in the room. Lacking a bowl, a spoon, and a refridgerator in which to store milk made my honeynut cheerios rather useless, so for some reason I poured them into my jar of peanut butter and carried this around until I could commandeer a spoon (which was stolen, I'm a bit ashamed and frightened to admit, from the Tower of London cafeteria). And so a culinary creation was born. Now I just have to figure out how to keep the peanut butter from sticking to the roof of my mouth for the entire ride...
| posted at: 12:01 |
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Thursday, January 15, 2009
Wednesday I finally got back on the bike. I had to adjust to using the gym bikes again of course, which meant riding in multiple 24-minute sessions without cycling shoes or bike shorts or television, but overall it went well. The following day I broke 500 cumulative miles, meaning I'm more than halfway through the challenge. Woohoo!
Unfortunately Kyle hasn't been able to ride lately - he now only does outdoor riding because his back tire was run down by an imperfection on the trainer and he's been even more run down himself due to work and classes. But even if the competition of the challenge has lost some steam I still like watching my cartoon version move across the screen. And of course I have my resolution to chase, though I'm becoming increasingly skeptical of my ability to average 100 mile weeks with classes and work and ultimate back in my life. Plus on Sunday we have an ultimate frisbee double-header; the games are to 11 instead of 17, but it could still make for a rough Monday again depending on how tough the games are and how hard the ground is. I really am getting old and a little pathetic. Good news though: there's a grad student doing ankle rehabilitation research, so I may be able to get paid (again) for doing ankle rehab. I love being at a school with such a large med program.
Fingers crossed all around.
| posted at: 09:34 |
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Monday, January 12, 2009
After doing only non-contact and low-impact exercise for a month I returned to the ultimate frisbee fields on Sunday for a winter league game. My body has still not forgiven me.
It was a long, hard, and exciting game - we took almost 3 hours to pull off a 17-15 comeback win - and my team didn't have any female subs so I was on the field for the entire time. As usual I had numerous collisions with the ground as I dove after discs, and I also had two collisions with defenders, though they actually fared worse than I did. It was a great game overall but there were several points where I knew I should have pushed myself harder. When I woke up the next morning, however, I realized that if I had pushed myself any harder I probably still wouldn't be able to walk.
Everything hurts. Well, that's not entirely true. My forehead, stomach, and calves feel okay. But everything else hurts, from my sore neck to my blood-blistered toes. Any movement is awkward and painful, including walking and tying my shoes. I've been in more pain before from ultimate but that was after multiple day tournaments, not a single game. This is ridiculous. I feel like I've been pummeled all over, which I guess is pretty accurate. I need a new playing style. I'm apparently getting old.
This one game of ultimate has also cost me three or four training days. I didn't bike on Saturday because I was due for a rest day and I wanted to be fresh for the game. I didn't bike on Sunday because after waking up early, driving for three hours, and then playing frisbee for three hours I couldn't drag myself to the gym. I planned to bike today but then I woke up and could barely move. And I probably won't bike tomorrow because I would need to do so in the morning and I doubt I'll feel better by then. I know that I should be learning to ride through serious pain since I'll have to do it when we head across the country, but I'm not convinced that all of my pain is normal soreness and I don't want to do anything (else) stupid. Plus Kyle made me promise. (I knew I should have come up with an excuse for the groans of pain I made on the phone...)
This conflict brings me to a critical question: Would I give up ultimate for cycling? A month ago I would have laughed at the question, and I'm still pretty sure that the answer is No. But I'm coming to realize that I will have to give up ultimate temporarily, cut back or stop completely as the trip date approaches. I can't train properly if I'm in this much unrelated pain, and I also can't risk a serious injury (like the ankle sprains that I seem to sustain about every other year) within a month or two of our departure. I'm glad that cycling is becoming addicting because ultimate will be incredibly hard to give up, especially as the weather gets nicer and the green fields start calling my name.
It was also rather depressing to watch my New Year's Resolution flounder after only one successful week: it would take quite a push to make this a 100 mile week and I don't know when I'll be able to do proper upper body lifting. Then again, according to the book I'm reading on long distance cycling I should never have tied myself to a weekly mile goal. Monthly goals are healthier and more flexible. Sounds good to me: my new goal is to ride 400 miles by the end of January, which will almost get me to the end of the challenge. Hopefully I can accomplish that goal while still playing ultimate once or twice a week. And hopefully I can walk up the stairs normally tomorrow. Small goals are important too.
| posted at: 11:40 |
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Sunday, January 04, 2009
Attention aggressive dogs and their owners: I do not mess around.
If your unleashed dog charges me when I am on my bicycle I will instantly become paranoid and therefore dangerous. And now, thanks to Dave, I will also be armed.
If your dog comes in range looking anything but adorable, cuddly, and subservient I will spray it in the face with Halt.
If you get angry that your dog now has to suffer through several minutes of stinging heat I will explain that being bitten by a dog hurts for much longer and that I don't intend to repeat that experience ever again.
If you claim that you had vocal control of your dog I will point out that the last time I was bitten the owner was across the street unsuccessfully trying to call the dogs back.
If you claim that your dog would never have bitten me I will point out that the last time I was bitten the confused owner claimed that the beast had no teeth. If you continue to argue I will shove my scar in your face; trust me, that wound did not come from a gumming.
And if you at any time become aggressive, well, I am still holding a can of Halt.
| posted at: 10:24 |
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Thursday, January 01, 2009
Kyle has two clear and concrete New Year's Resolutions: to lose 20 pounds before the wedding and to stop drinking coffee. While there are many things that I would like to change or improve about myself in the coming year I initially had trouble coming up with specific and measurable resolutions. In general I want to be more healthy in a well-rounded way; while I jumped enthusiastically into the cycling challenge I've pretty much ignored nutrition, injury prevention, cross-training, etc. So eventually I came up with three quantifiable resolutions that start with cycling but don't stop there:
1. Ride 100 miles per week
What can I say, the challenge still comes first :-) I will also start to keep track of my basic statistics and sentiments for each ride the way that Kyle does so that I can better chart my progress.
2. Lift weights and do ab workouts 3 times per week
I actually miss lifting a lot and I really want my high school muscle definition and strength back. I don't miss ab workouts at all but I really want to rock that wedding dress.
3. Eat breakfast and a healthy lunch every day.
Too often during the hectic semester I survive on crackers all day until a huge one-course dinner around 4 followed by snacks late at night. So...pretty much the opposite of healthy.
Here's to change and improvement. Happy New Year Everyone!
| posted at: 01:01 |
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