Side Notes

I started to write these "side notes" in the draft of another blog I have been meaning to publish, but then the sidenotes took control. Instead of a full-on blog, you get a series of three sidenotes. 

RTR Side Note: 

I text R.D. to let him know I won, thanks to him.

He replied:

RD: Free entry to RtR?

Me: Not free, but a guaranteed spot.

RD: Well if you do that Copper triangle won't be no thang 

(he's very gangsta)

RD: Not much like Ragby though. Smaller, self-contained, mountains.

Me: I feel like I don't know what I am getting myself into. I don't really have a concept of what mountains are like. 

RD: One sure way to fix that.

RD: Like riding into a headwind you can see.

I love that idea. I've ridden into all kinds of headwinds. Triathlon headwinds, Ragbrai headwinds, birthday ride with Little Buddy headwinds, just out for a ride headwinds, so that gave me some hope. 

Workout Side Note: 

I actually lifted today, like real, actual weights. I've been hemming and hawing and dragging my heels about

strength training. I was kind of waiting for Tomoko's help, but she is on a ski vacation until next week. I went to spin class last Wednesday and hate it. I hated all the people chit chatting, I hated the smooth 80s rock (sorry Tony Valdez). I hated the bad parking. It just made me mad, but I couldn't not do anything. 

Goldie has also been in a bit of a transition. She has been working out at Fit DSM, but that expired. She has been feeling like she needs to get beaten up a little bit, so she's been thinking about H2K or CrossFit. She's trying not to spend a ton of extra money on fitness so...

I had an idea: we like to workout, we like to go at 5am, we like each other. We both need to strength train. I like it when Goldie picks me. Why don't we just go to the Y Monday, Wednesday, and Friday and kick our own asses. So, today, we did just that. We worked through the list of exercises I snagged from the US Cycling Association website and ran some stairs. And stretched. (Goldie is a not-so-stretcher because she is already limber as a jungle cat, but if I don't want to get injured again, I need to stretch, and stretch, and stretch.)

And, it was great. I liked having someone to push me, and chat with, and swap moves with, and I think we got in a pretty good work out. Boom. 

Prizes and Punishments Side Note

It is Weigh-in Wednesday and I am looking at another punishment! The bathroom, again. I not-so-secretly think the Tiger is making amazing enchiladas for dinner because he wants me to clean the bathroom. 

I haven't even purchased last week's prize yet: a travel coffee mug. Which is silly, so the new rule is I have to acquire the prize or complete the punishment before the subsequent weigh in. 

Of course, I am bummed about not losing any weight. In fact, I gain .3 pounds. Bummer-life. 

One the bright side, I did go a little nuts at:

1. Bacon Fest 
2. Super Bowl, pre-Super Bowl brunch
3. Tuesday, snow day, when I could just not stop eating the Rice Krispie balls I made that the Tiger was supposed to take to work (hmm, more sabotage perhaps?)

So, the fact that I am nearly weight neutral is good. 

On the dark side, dude!? I worked really hard to "be good" last week, during the week. I kept my eating in check, worked out, and I even super worked out on both Bacon Fest and Super Bowl days so I could try to stay in the black. 

I know I have said this before, but it just really feels like unless I am perfect (i.e. starving), I am not going to lose weight, which sucks, for two important reasons:

1. Isn't exercise and eating better supposed to cause most people to lose weight?
2. I don't want to be perfect. I just want to be good, mostly. Why isn't that good enough?

Maybe I am just destined to be a fat person who exercises? 

I do know that I am 5 weeks into "being back in the habit of getting regular exercise" and I am feeling good. Fat, but good.