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Carry On….

Published February 28, 2014 by Tritrigirl

I realized that it’s the end of the month and it’s time to seriously look at my Triathlon training.

Sadly I haven’t been as good about the rigorous training regimen that I wanted to follow.  I’ve swam once in the past month and only ridden and ran 2 or 3 times.  I’ve got a little over 9 weeks to go for the first race of the season and I’m no where near as motivated or “ready” as I’d like to be.  I want to finish in less than 1:45:00.  My time last year was 1:44:34 and it was a slow race with a whole lot of issues happening.  For one the water was actually colder than the air temperature but it was so unseasonably chilly that my water bottles didn’t unfreeze until half way through the bike and I’m not sure I warmed up until close to the end of the bike.

It’s a short course.  Easy enough, 500 meter swim, 12 mile ride, 2 mile run.  I should be able to get through it.  In the past training has been pretty strict, prioritized…until I got hurt.  It sucks that a year and a half later I’m still dealing with it.  Scott and I use to spending half the weekends training, dragging the boys along even.  But after last spring when I had met someone and we “broke up” for a few months our training buddy system has derailed.  He has almost no interest in training with me.  Well, let me rephrase…he kinda sorta wants to, but not really.  He’ll swim with me but that’s about it.  Realistically we don’t “train” together.  He usually leaves me in the dust.

But starting this weekend that’s going to change.  If I have to read a ton of old Triathlon magazines, I will do it.  I need to get motivated.  I need to get on with the two-a-day work outs I’ve been putting off.  I need to make swimming and running a priority.  I need to get my ass in gear.  This season is a clean slate since last year was so fubar-ed.  I’ve got my old times from the last few years but I’m not going to focus on them.  Perhaps just use them as gauge to see how far I’ve come.  I want to get a new heart rate monitor to implement into training.

There are various schools of Tri training…and one of them is heart rate based.  I used this method my first year or so and it’s a great way to get into things.  Scott bought me a waterproof MP3 player to help with the dullness of lap swimming.  I should also review some old training plans and see what I can pick and choose.  I’ve only got a ton of them in magazines, in books, in fact I have 1 book completely dedicated to training plans based on your level of fitness and the distance you’re working for.  Right now it’s just Sprint distances.  August will mark the start of the Olympic distances and hopefully October will bring my first half Ironman.  I’m thinking that if I stay focused I should probably be able to up training plans to Olympic distances.  Depending on my diligence over the next couple of months.

I’m going to try to start the two-a-days next week and carry those through to the beginning of July.  At that point it gets so hot here that it’s hard to get good training sessions in.  Maybe we’ll have a mild summer (yeah, right.  Just jinxed that), maybe I’ll be able to get some base work in between now and then.  Tomorrow’s our run day, hoping to get to yoga after and then ride Sunday with yoga around noon.

Tonight we’re heading to Cirque du Soleil.  Should be a lot of fun.  We’re all getting dressed up and I’ve made us dinner reservations.  Hoping to make ribs on Saturday and some roast corn.  Started the Advocare 24 day challenge yesterday.  Slept about 9 hours last night.  It’s a beautiful day.  Here’s to starting March off right!

“Carry on my wayward son.  There’ll be peace when you are done.  Lay your weary head to rest.  Don’t you cry no more.”  – Carry On Wayward Son – Kansas  (Been catching up on Supernatural)

Have a great weekend!

“I don’t just want to be a foot note in someone else’s happiness”

Published February 26, 2014 by Tritrigirl

“The last time you came through, oh darling, I know what you’re going through…it’s a sign, it’s a sigh, what if you peaked early…” – Headfirst Slide into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet – Fall Out Boy

It’s Wednesday and we’ve got a busy evening ahead of us.  Tater Tot has swim practice 4-5:30, French Fry has a Pre-UIL band rehearsal concert 5:15-?.  We’re meeting Mike and his kiddo, Sweet Potato, (seriously we made these nicknames up last time we were out with them) for dinner at 6:00 then I’ll have to run over to the high school to grab French Fry and bring him to dinner.  Sigh.  I don’t look forward to the driving back and forth, but it is what it is.  I’m not going to that damn rehearsal concert.  I’ve been to a ton of them (some that his own mother hasn’t been to) so I feel like I’ve paid my dues there.  If it was a legitimate concert I’d be there for him, but honestly, I don’t think he cares as long as he gets to come out to dinner with us afterwards and not have to eat leftovers.  If his mom goes, bully for her.  If she has issues that we’re not there, she can take it up with his dad.  My give a shitter is broken where she’s concerned and I’m happy to tell her that if she has an issue she can take her kids when their dad is out of town because it’s not my effing job.

Don’t get me wrong, I love those boys, but it’s hard.  The whole thing is hard and I’m not so sure I’m feeling up to it anymore.  But that’s something else entirely.

Dinner with Mike…okay, I’m a dork and have been staring at the clock willing it to be 4:00 pm meaning that everything will go by faster to get to 6:00 pm.  Yeah, dork over here.

I went to the gym this morning.  Was really trying to make the Body Pump class and CX Work (Core work) class but I wasn’t there early enough to sneak in and get set up and that class full of people with their barbells and steps and stuff is really intimidating.  So I did the machine from hell for 45 minutes and got through a couple Supernatural episodes.  I’m sure anyone who pays any attention to me at the gym might think I’m a little loopy.  I have no issues with giggling out loud or smiling randomly while I’m watching the show, sometimes it’s pretty funny.  (“Are you humming Metallica?”  “Yeah, it calms me down.”  Bwah ha ha ha ha ha)

So now I’m all showered and glammed up in an understated sort of way (seriously, sometimes I think I put way too much thought into this).  But honestly, when I get time to fix my hair and do my make up I usually feel like a million bucks.  It’s funny what a little eyeliner and mascara does for my confidence.  Given that I spend most days in work out clothes, with my hair in a ponytail, no make up and glasses and feeling frumpy, it’s no wonder I feel better all “done up.”

Scott comes home tomorrow and I fee a little bad that the only reason that I’m looking forward to it is that he resumes kiddo duty.  I seriously feel like I need some alone time but the funny thing is that when I DO get alone time, I sit on the couch and watch television or play video games instead of being productive (i.e. cleaning, laundry, etc).  Too much taking care of other people and not enough taking care of me.  That feels so selfish to say.  Argh.

I’m not a cry baby, I’m THE cry baby, a caterpillar that got stuck…a long walk to a dark house…oh my friends all lie and say they only want the best wishes for me…Oh baby, you’re a classic.  Like a little black dress, you’re a faded moon, stuck on a little hot mess…”  – Tiffany Blews – FOB

Have a great Wednesday all!

 

Thought I’d be cool and…TWISTED MIX TAPE!

Published February 25, 2014 by Tritrigirl

My Skewed View

This week is “Guilty Pleasures

So I’m not so hot at embedding videos so please forgive me if I just list them out…

6) Dragostea din tei – O-zone AKA NUMA NUMA

I love this song.  I used to send it out to people on Fridays at work because it was so much fun!

5) Call Me Maybe – Carly Rae Jepsen

Yes, it’s corny and yes, it’s silly and yes, I love it

4) Freedom – George Michael

I will walk around the house singing this song.  Plus the video was awesome!

3) Cruel Summer – Bananarama

Skating parties in elementary school…enough said.

2) I Want You – Savage Garden (AKA The Cherry Cola Song)

Meeeeeeeemorieeeeeessssss.  Ah, the 90s.

1) Pencil Thin Mustache – Jimmy Buffet

Okay, I’m a Jimmy Buffet fan from way back…like little kid way back.  I finally got to see him in May 2013 and got to hear this song live.  My parents had it on vinyl.

And because I want to throw in something extra…Only In My Dreams – Debbie Gibson.  Oh yeah.  We’re rocking now!

 

Adventures in babysitting tweens and teens

Published February 25, 2014 by Tritrigirl

Last night Tater Tot (11 years) had the cutting board dropped on his foot, followed by a jug of milk.  He’s got a gi-normous blood blister under his toe nail and screamed bloody murder (as he was right to).  Took almost 20 minutes to calm him down, including calling and waking up his dad who’s sick and out of town.  He’s fine.  Nothing’s broken.  He’ll lose his toe nail later on but overall he’s fine.  And he’s sore this morning.

I went to take garbage out to discover a large pile of school papers…that do not belong to any child I know.  French Fry was the last one to put garbage in there and I have a sinking feeling that he stole someone’s notebook.  I’m not sure if he copied her homework or if he took it for the binder since he was awfully determined to put a bunch of stuff into his binder last night.  I’m not sure what’s going on and I’m not looking forward to finding out.  I have a sneaking suspicion he’s not going to get to go to Cirque du Soleil Friday.  The rest of us are going regardless.  I will not let Scott stay home and miss it.  French Fry gets a babysitter and Tater Tot gets to bring a friend.  French Fry misses out.  It’s his own damn fault.

I don’t know what to do with him.  I’ve tried grounding him, taking away privileges and everything.  What really upsets me too is that it looks like that poor kid has homework but she won’t get to do it because he took all her papers.  I’m at a loss and I hope for his sake he tells me the truth when I confront him this afternoon.

Thoughts After Yoga

Published February 25, 2014 by Tritrigirl

Yoga is one of the only conscience times the “narrator” shuts up.  (Think the Will Ferrell movie, except it’s my own voice)

Also, I wonder if Mike’s a good kisser.

Sorry, had to.  Have a great night all!

Because I have to make up for not posting over the weekend

Published February 24, 2014 by Tritrigirl

“I promise you, for all my life, I’ll be always by your side.  In the shadow, in the light.  I’ll follow you, wherever life goes, but I’ll always be aside.  In the shadow, in the light….I promise you, even when the tide is high, I’ll always be on your side.  In the shadow, in the light.” – Enigma, In the Shadow, In the Light

I thought you needed some lyrics this morning.  Music seems to feature prominently in a lot of my posts.  I sit at my desk with Media Player going to my “work playlist,” with work on one monitor and this on the other.

So this last weekend was sadly not nearly as productive as I was hoping for.  No cleaning, no artwork and my training was meh.  I did work out on this horrible machine at the gym that’s called an adjustable stride machine.  It does kick your ass, but I didn’t run or ride.  Will have to make up this week.  Scott’s in Nashville for work so I’m watching the monkeys.  It’s kind of annoying that their mother won’t take them while he’s gone.  She’s got lots of excuses, it’s too far to commute, it’s expensive, they all have to wake up too early, just excuses really.  Welcome to being a parent chick…should have thought about that before you started spitting out your birth control pills.  Granted I’m sure she figured they would be married forever but whatever.

(side note – my vitamins are seriously making me nauseous.  I must not have eaten enough for breakfast before I took them.  Blech)

I know I’ve mentioned my secret crush so I’ll talk a little about him.  It’s my hero Mike, from the puppy / chocolate bar incident.  Seriously, the more time I spend around him the more I like him.  It doesn’t hurt that he flirts with me a lot (“it’s sexy to see a chick grilling”), honestly if he didn’t I probably wouldn’t think of him in that way and due to my relationship with Scott I am somewhat free to go down that road.  But he’s also divorced, and while I’ve nothing against divorced men (I know A LOT of them) I’m not sure where he’s at with “getting over it” or what he’s looking for.  To the best of my knowledge he’s still into the “sowing wild oats again” phase, but it’s never really come up in conversation.  He’s got a couple of kids (17 and 11) and is about 6 years older than me.  He’s good looking, I’ve thought so since I met him a couple of years ago.  We go to dinner on Wednesdays periodically as his son and Scott’s youngest (I feel bad for call the boys Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dummer so we’ll go with Tater Tot and French Fry) since the boys are the same age and have gotten to be really good friends.

Needless to say I’m looking forward to Wednesday.  I doubt anything with Mike would ever happen.  I’m not really looking for a hook up.  I can already get meaningless sex if that’s what I want.  I want more.  At least some passion, but I worry if we were to hook up I’d like him even more and it would suck if it wasn’t reciprocated.  There’s not really any more intimacy or affection between Scott and me.  I spend the night over there periodically when the kids are with their mom but it seems pointless now, except that I get to snuggle with the puppies.  But overall I sleep better in my own bed.

I daydream about Mike (and okay, he’s good fodder for my fantasies too) and I get excited when I see him online on FB, although I’m too chicken to IM him.  “What’s up?”  “Nothing, what’s up with you?”  “Nothing, what’s up with you?”  “Nothing, what’s up with you?”  “Nothing, do you like me?  Check yes or no.”  We text periodically and he makes me smile and all twitterpated.  I miss that feeling, you know?  That excitement.  So it’s definitely fun.  He’s friends with Scott and we’ve a bunch of mutual friends, which is also part of why I don’t know if anything would work between us.  Right now I’m not really thinking about that.  Just looking forward to seeing him on Wednesday.

Also going girly shopping on Thursday.  These weeks where Scott’s gone and I have to be around way too much tween and teen testosterone require me to get in some serious estrogen after awhile.

 

Sharing My World – Week 8

Published February 24, 2014 by Tritrigirl

Thanks to Cee’s Photography we have another weekly share:

Would you rather be given $10,000 for your own use or $100,000 to give anonymously to strangers?

– Honestly, I’d be good with either.  I’ve got some home repairs I’m trying to budget for so the $10K would be awesome, but that being said I’ve got a huge soft spot for returning Veterans and I’d love to be able to give some of them and their families money to help them out in tough times or at least get therapy puppies for those who need them.  I don’t think there’s enough resources for the majority of them when they come home.

When you’re 90 years old, what will matter most to you?

That I lived my life the way I wanted to and to fullest I could.

Candy factories of the entire world have become one and will now be making only one kind of candy. Which kind, if you were calling the shots?

It’s a toss up between jelly bellys and cadbury chocolates…  🙂

So, you’re on your way out and it’s raining. Do you know where your umbrella is or do you frantically search for it all over your apartment/house?

There are all in the trunk of my car…and I never remember that when it’s raining.

Steve’s Monday Music Mix!

Published February 24, 2014 by Tritrigirl

Happy Monday all!

Here’s the rules!

Here’s a reminder how it works:

Each week I will post 3 new questions so…

(1) Go to the music player of your choice and put it on shuffle
(2) Say the questions aloud and press play
(3) Use the song title as your answers
(4) NO CHEATING

Title your post Steve’s Music Mix – …” and link back to this week’s page.

Post your response in the comment section of that week’s page.

What is your view of people?   

Thinking of You – A Perfect Circle

Comments: “Sweet revelation…sweet surrendering…thinking of you, thinking of you….” Basically I try to see the good in most people, not sure how this song might relate to that.  I think this might be more suited to my secret crush, but eh.

What is the meaning of life?

Hold On – Sarah McLachlan

Comments: Oh goodness, this song / CD got me through a lot of break ups, trials and tribulations in high school.  This is a pretty obvious one: “Hold on, hold on to yourself, for this is going to hurt like hell…what is it in me that refuses to believe, this isn’t easier than the real thing…am I in heaven here or am I in hell, at the crossroads I am standing…and love the light that brings a smile across your face…”  Hold on, folks, this is the only ride we get.

If you could change your name what would it be?

Everything in 2’s – Better Than Ezra

Comments: “Cause I was born incomplete…Everything in 2’s you never know, you make me whole again…everything in 2’s you often lose, you make me whole again.”   Not sure how this changes my name or gives me any inspiration here but I see a theme in what my media player wants to me be listening to.  Ultimately I’d never change my name.  Stephanie is a little long for standardized testing forms, but I guess that’s just me in a way.

Have a great week all, see you on the flip side!

Disloyal Order of Orange Buffalo

Published February 21, 2014 by Tritrigirl

Had to find a way to tie it with one of my favorite Fall Out Boy songs, sorry.  I’ve been reading through some blogs about the Orange Buffalo from Rarasaur’s “My Orange Report.”  And since I didn’t want to be left out I thought I would participate.

That being said, some of these questions were a little hard for me, but here I go (again on my owwwwnnn, going down the only road I’ve ever knooooown – oops).

1.  In the book, Orange Buffalo by Grayson Queen, the orange buffalo is a legend.  Tracking a regular brown buffalo is a feat of skill.  A rare white buffalo thus represents the nearly impossible hunt for something, whereas an orange buffalo represents the search for something that simply doesn’t exist.  Have you ever searched for an orange buffalo– a truly false or impossible dream?

This one was hard for me because I’ve realized lately that there are a lot of “dreams” I had that I’ve just given up on and have kind of accepted were never going to happen for me.  Being a mom, getting married, white picket fence (not really), big family gatherings.  (Notice how I don’t mention career?)  I know there’s still time for me to have some of these things although I’ve learned that I don’t necessarily need them.  If it happens, it happens so if I see the Orange Buffalo I promise to let you know.

2.  What’s the greatest lesson you’ve learned from a break-up?

Don’t isolate yourself ever again.  After my last break up I pretty much hid out.  I gained almost a 100 lbs that I’ve been fighting to get off for the past 8 years (the break up was roughly 10 or 11 years ago…I don’t even remember anymore) and I didn’t do anything.  I didn’t try to date, I didn’t try to be happy.  I blamed myself for his cheating ass and took it out on myself.   It’s one thing to take some time for yourself and be sad and angry but you can’t let yourself fall into that abyss.

3. Do you remember what you wanted to be when you grew up?  Did you get there?  If not, what happened?

I wanted to be a mom and a writer.  My attempts at stories and blogs are as close as I’ve ever gotten to being a writer and a mom…well…probably not in the cards for me.

(I also wanted to be a fighter pilot, but growing up in a military household I discovered that I REALLY wasn’t fond of being yelled at on a regular basis so that was out)

4. Is there something in your past you’d like to do over?  How do you think it would change your life if you had the opportunity to do so?

Going back to #2 I wish I wouldn’t have isolated myself so much all those years.  I won’t even throw in the “I wish I wouldn’t have gained so much weight” stuff.  I’m not sure how much it would have changed but I’d like to think that if I would have made an effort to get out more during those years that perhaps I would have made more friends and wouldn’t have felt so alone for years.  If that would have had a ripple effect into now…who knows, but I would have been happier regardless.

5. In the novel there’s a repeating series of lines, referring to society’s predictions for the main character– the good and bad.

What a nice boy, a good boy, so much potential. He’s going to grow up to be president, a novelist, a hypocrite, a sellout.”

“What a nice girl, a good girl, so much expectation.  She’s going to grow up to have it all, a go-getter, a basket case, a failure.”

I don’t think there is such a thing as “having it all.”  I think that expectation on women (and some men) is ludicrous.  I talk to my friends who are married, have kids and a career they’re trying to excel at and you know what I’ve found?  When they’re completely honest, something is suffering and I’m amazed that when they’re being pulled in so many directions how they can stay sane (and in some cases sober).  Bless you if you’re able to balance all that.  I did read a blog once saying that if you’re a wife and mother there’s no WAY you can be anything exceptional as a single person would be because they’re not as tied down.  I think that idea is ludicrous as well…because being a parent or a spouse can make you exceptional.

We all have our own paths and our own limitations and I think it makes us stronger as individuals when we’re able to recognize them and find a work around or a compromise.  Instead of railing against the proverbial wall (which sometimes we have to do) and then chastising ourselves for not being able to break through and be everything at once.  I’m almost a failure in my dad and stepmom’s eyes because I’m not married and have kids.  Awesome career, own home and life be damned, I don’t fit into “that mold.”  They love me and are pretty supportive but I can tell they’re disappointed.

But you know what?  Today is Friday, the end of my work week, the sun’s out and spring is finally here.  I’ve got a lot to do this weekend and I’m hoping to get some “me” time to do some creative projects I’ve been neglecting.  I hope where ever all of you are, that you have a lovely weekend!

(That was kinda lame so since I started with FOB, we’ll end with FOB)

We are wild, we are like young volcanoes, we are wild, Americana, exotica, do you wanna feel a little beautiful, baby, yeah!”

Feel beautiful!  YEAH!

Stress…and Now My Shoulders Hurt

Published February 20, 2014 by Tritrigirl

This morning has been a little stressful.  I got up for Boot-y camp and totally killed it by the way (GO ME), but I was rudely woken up at 1:30 this morning by dogs fighting and owners yelling.  Who the hell is out with their dogs in large enough numbers to warrant all that at 1:30?  Oh…yeah…my crazy neighbors across the street.  *rolls eyes*

So Scott (NCBF) is teaching this week…he teaches internet security software, cuz he’s cool like that, and there was a meeting with Dummer’s (14 year old) school counselor to get him all ready for high school next year. OY.  Since Scott was teaching he asked if I could go to the meeting.  Er…uh, okay.  I just don’t wanna mess anything up, because if I was doing his schedule it would be all Arts and Crafts!  HA!  (Okay, that was just MY schedule in high school Dummer and I are nothing alike.)  So I get home…take a short nap and am getting up to go to the school when Scott calls and says he needs me to work from his house because he’s having computer software stuff delivered to his house and it’s signature only….(bangs head on desk).  I cannot work from his house.  I need my desk, my two monitors and my “work environment.”  Or I am useless.  Kinda like this:

And that’s why I’d rather work at my house.  But I end up working from his house any way…waiting for that freakin’ package…sitting on the couch with the pups and thinking…hmmm…I could so take a nap right now…or play Bioshock!

Oh yeah, and my shoulders hurt…but not from stress but from yoga and boot camp.  Sigh.  Happy Thursday!