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I had a wonderful weekend with the Townie. It was his sister’s wedding weekend so I spent Friday getting mani/pedis with the Bridal party (incredibly sweet they asked me to join), then came the rehearsal dinner, the wedding, the after-party and a quick stop to say goodbyes on Sunday morning.

I really lucked out with the Townie’s family. I can’t explain how wonderful and welcoming they all are. They all said such nice things to me over the weekend and never for a second did I feel like I didn’t belong.  There may have even been “sister in-law” and “cousin in-law” jokes made my way 🙂

No, that’s not my hand. But if he likes it so much, it’s going to be time pretty soon that he puts a ring on it. 😛

Side note: if you met someone through online dating (like I did with the Townie) would you tell people how you met? Both the Townie and I had no qualms telling our friends that we met online yet somehow when it came time to tell our family, work folks and acquaintances, we found ourselves saying we met at a bar.

Anyway, yesterday I was absolutely exhausted. I napped for almost 3 hours in the afternoon, stuffed my face with pizza, and went back to bed.

Instead of coming off the high of the past few days I’m feeling a bit stressed, a bit exhausted, and pulled too thin in too many directions.

All I can do is get back on track for the next few days and stop making so many social plans!

Monday:
Work
30 minutes strength training
20 minutes cardio
Cooking dinner & fall tv shows! What’s good on Mondays…?

Tuesday:
Work
3 mile run
Cooking dinner and BIGGEST LOSER

Wednesday:
Work
Spin class
Cooking dinner and MODERN FAMILY and CRIMINAL MINDS

Thursday:
AM 30 min strength training
Work
Making a jambalaya dinner for the Townie, my BFF and her husband
JERSEY SHORE
(*Will save Vampire Diaries  for a non-townie night)

Friday:
Work
2 mile run
Cooking a birthday dinner for the Townie

In sad news my Garmin forerunner doesn’t seem to want to charge. I would really like to start wearing a heart rate monitor for calories burned but I need one that isn’t large, doesn’t necessary need a chest band and is pretty accurate. Help?

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Have you ever dated or been in a relationship with a guy that you knew you shouldn’t be with? But you were addicted and for whatever reason you just kept letting the crappy behavior slide and you’d still hang out with him?

Or have you ever watched that happen with a friend? You mention multiple times to your friend that the fact that this person cancels on them 90% of the time and usually only calls them after 11pm on weekend nights is less than what your friend deserves?

I find that no matter what you say, usually it has to run its course. In the friend instance it’s painful to watch, and you talk it through over and over but somehow it keeps happening.

But then at some point (sometimes months too long) it clicks for that person. They deserve better. They aren’t happy. They have been pretending the whole “see you when I see you thing” works. But it takes that person getting to that point to be able to change it. You can’t push them there.

This post is not about crappy guys and dating. Although I have (and am) watching quite a few friends go through that exact scenario. And I want to shout over and over, YOU DESERVE BETTER, but they have to want better.

Anyway, this post is actually about fitness and health.

For the past few months I have wanted to get back into the groove. I’ve signed up for race after race and added many Google calendar appointments to work out.

But I haven’t. Aside from one 5 mile race and one triathlon I’ve fallen through on the rest. I watched as the scale crept up and I posted about my frustration, sadness and disappointment with my weight gain and outlook on health. I kept saying I was going to change, I came up with strict goals and signed up for more races.

But it didn’t change. If anything it got worse. 2 slices of cheesecake and 1 slice of blackout cake (in one night) from Cheesecake Factory finally set me off.

Maybe it’s my all or nothing personality.

Maybe I just needed a break.

But yesterday it clicked. Finally. That moment of knowing that I’ll make the effort because I really, truly, deep-down want to make the effort.

I met with my trainer yesterday who did initial measurements. My weight, my BMI, and other assorted fitness tests. He wants me to lose 4% of my body fat (which is about 8lbs). I agree. It’s not a crazy goal, in fact it puts me at a comfortable weight – one that I know I could maintain in a healthy, easy way.

I needed that slap in my face of seeing my weight written down by my trainer.
And now I need someone I am held responsible to.

So honestly? Screw my previous September goals. I didn’t meet half of them, but I’m over it. I’m not dieting, I’m not giving up dinner with friends, and I’m most definitely not giving up alcohol or all desserts. I’m doing this the real way.

Slow changes. Getting my booty to the gym 4x a week. Making healthier eating choices. Controlling my portions.

And GO.

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Let me start by saying that I was a tiny bit cranky and overwhelmed last week, could you tell?

I knew the Townie and I would be fine, but I like to be honest (maybe too honest) on this blog and last week I was letting some of the little things get to me. I love when I get comments that knock me out of my moods.

Sometimes as a control freak it’s hard to let go of the schedule that I have in mind. I need to learn to relax a little when it comes to that.

I also need to voice my need for personal space and what I deem as priorities more. Both the Townie and I are still learning the best ways to communicate with each other. I’m glad I found someone who is willing to work through that.

Anyway, I spent this past weekend in Stowe, Vermont with the Townie. Saturday included ziplining through mountains.

Yup, that’s me!

Saturday afternoon we rented bikes and biked 11 miles along a river path.

Saturday night I ate the most amazing flatbread pizza of my life. Blue cheese, bacon, and honey = food heaven. I will absolutely post that picture later.

Sunday included a 2 hour hike mid-day to a beautiful pond at the top of a mountain. Rain kept us inside eating (another flatbread pizza) and drinking wine at the resort that night.

And today is Tuesday which means a short work week, woohoo!

I’m spending tonight in Rhode Island getting to catch-up with my family and one of my Florida cousins who happens to be a bestie. Totally worth the super early drive back into Boston tomorrow morning.

This week is already off to a great start 🙂

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September Goals

I’m bringing back the goals list. I really missed it during my crazy summer months.

So HAPPY September and here’s what I’m hoping to accomplish this month:

  • Bring lunch to work every day for the entire month.
  • 30 minutes of movement every day for the entire month.
                I sit at a desk for at least 9 hours a day. 30 minutes of moving – whether it’s walking, running, spinning, swimming, doing planks, whatever – needs to happen daily.
  • Complete my third sprint triathlon on September 11th
  • Run across the finish line at my 10k on September 18th
  • Have one night a week that doesn’t have set plans two weeks in advance.
  • Be in bed by 11:30pm, with the tv OFF on weeknights.
  • Do not cancel any of my morning personal training sessions.

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So I did it.

I completed my second triathlon. (You may recall my first triathlon last summer.)

The second triathlon wasn’t that bad physically.

Mentally…it was really hard.

Let’s start from the beginning:

Saturday at 4:30AM: The townie texts me to say good luck. Have I mentioned he is a police officer? He was on the overnight shift and clearly awake. My alarm had not gone off yet at this point. Sweet but I wanted to kill him 🙂

4:40AM: Alarm goes off. First thought that popped into my mind? Whyyyyy am I doing this? It’s pitch black and I could be peacefully sleeping not shaking from anxiety.

5:00AM: Get into car with friend to drive to state park.

5:15AM: Get an awesome spot with minimal walking to the transition area. 3 stops at the porter pottys needed by this point. (TMI, but it’s the truth!)

5:30AM: Shovel in peanut butter on a slice of bread and one banana. Hydrate with water diluted powerade.

5:45AM: Walk towards transition areas with bikes/gear. On the way in get body marked by 14-year-old boys. Pretty awkward to strip in front of them but oh well. One boy told me “you have a strong bike ma’am, you’ll be great!”  Hmm, thanks?

6:10AM: Transition area is all set up, bike is on the rail, ready to kill some time before heading towards the water. The bike setup is a little different because rather than just one long rail that has for example bib numbers 400-460, it actually has stickers with your exact bib number on your spot. Porter Potty trip times 94859485.

6:25AM: Head back into transition to drop keys & flip-flops. Notice my bike has been switched.

I used to set my bike up so that the handlebars were on the railing but lately it’s made me nervous that it messes with my gears. So I decided to put my seat on the railing like the picture below.

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Apparently I originally set this up incorrectly. I had 90% of my bike not on my sticker side (so the handlebars and the front tire were on the opposite side, facing away from my sticker). When I came back into the transition area the officials actually flip-flopped my bike so that now it was still on the rail by the seat however the front wheel and handle bars were on my sticker side facing me.

This actually threw me off a little because I hadn’t set it up like that before. I learned something new!

6:45AM: Transition is closed, everyone heads down to the lake beach for the national anthem and such. 1400+ of us smushing together on the beach.

7:00AM: The first swim waves are starting. My age group (of 172 people!!!) wouldn’t be getting into the water until 7:25AM.

7:10AM: Repeating in my head that I’m here to have fun and get fit, it doesn’t have to be about winning. It’s at my own pace!

7:18AM: My heart rate is through the roof as I wait for the countdown for us to get into the water.

7:20AM: 172 women wadding deeper into the lake to start the swim. The distance looks a lot longer at this point.

7:22AM: Trying to swim but my heart rate is so high that every time I put my face into the water I feel like I’m out of breath and panting.

7:23AM: Pep talk with myself. Go slow and relax.

7:24AM: Slow breast-stroke with minimal face in the water time. This clearly slows me down but it keeps me moving. Every 30 seconds I flop onto my back for about 5 seconds to calm down.

7:34AM: Out of the water. (I only knew this time after as it ended up taking me 14 minutes to do the 1/3rd mile swim.) Run along the beach up to the transition area. See that there are wetsuit strippers which I’ve never seen before. I was told to lay on my butt and it one quick pull the guy had my full body wetsuit off. I screamed YOU ROCK and jogged to my bike.

7:37AM: Changed and running my bike out of the transition area. With a mix of others getting onto our bikes.

7:38AM: Turn right out of the park on the bike, celebrating the end of the swim and then I see the first part of the bike course. A big long gradual hill.

8:00AM: Moving steady on the bike and having fun. This isn’t so bad.

8:02AM: Heading straight down an even side road when I see what looks like two bikers on the ground. Ambulance noises are coming at this point. As I get closer I see him. More blood than I have ever seen before pouring from a guy’s head and side. Everyone is told to keep moving.

8:05AM: Crying. I’m going to be honest here, I cried for the at least the next 5 miles of the bike ride. I’ve never seen someone hurt like that in real life. I’ve never thought about how dangerous triathlons can be and really how mortal we all are. From the amount of blood and his eyes being closed, I assumed the worst. I slowed my bike pace down quite a bit at this point because it just made me realize that nothing is worth getting that hurt.

8:40AM: Bike is over. 15 miles DONE and I did it without getting hurt. I hopped off my bike at the dismounting line and was very disoriented by how wobbly my legs felt. This is why I should have trained with brick sessions like last year. 

8:42AM: Choked down a Clif shot blok and jogged out of the transition area. I’m not physically that tired at this point, but I have to pee (why does this always happen to me?) and I can’t stop thinking about the man who fell.

8:55AM: I’m walking parts of the run. I don’t know why, I know I could push myself but my legs feel like 2,000lbs. Turns out I was jog/walking 11:40/mi at this point.

9:05ishAM: Realize this is ridiculous, it’s time to at least jog. Jog and sprint the last 1.5 miles into the finish. I sprinted so hard at the very end that a guy actually yelled “Awesome finish!!!” 8:56/mi average for that last 1.5miles! 🙂

9:25AM: It’s over. I did it. I don’t feel that tired or sore, I’m just happy and taking pictures with my friend and her family and thinking about how much I want ice cream.

And that was my day. I’ll have to write part 2 about the rest of the day, and then watching the half-ironman on Sunday. Crazy people those half-ironmen and women are.

I also haven’t been able to find anything about the guy who got hurt so I hope that means he is OK now.  I’m so grateful to have finished and finished safely.

I’ve got another Tri coming up in September. This one is shorter distances and all women. I know exactly how I need to train over the next month. 🙂

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I could be in a bad mood today.

I skipped the gym last night because my legs were so sore from Monday night’s strength training and run.

Then I was wide awake playing words with friends until 12:30am.

Then I had a dream I put my wetsuit on, got into a lake, and couldn’t stop sinking because I ate too much and it was pulling me down.

I shut my alarm off when it went off at 6am so I could sleep more.

But you know what? There are a lot of things to be happy about today.

F*** the negativity.

For one, I’m hitting the gym during my lunch hour. Mental health lunch has never been more needed. And it’ll be an even better workout since I got that extra hour of sleep this morning.

And, did I mention I now have an iPad? YES. I loooove it. Basically my mother (who is clearly far cooler than me) had one from work but it’s an older version so they gave her a new version and said she could keep the older version. Old version is still new version for me! 🙂

Do you know what I’m doing at 5:45pm today? Finally using one (of two!) of my groupons for an hour-long massage at a place right by work. It’s the perfect timing (currently sore and I have my tri this weekend) and I’ve only read amazing reviews about the place.

Then I’m meeting up with the Townie to have dinner at a new burger place I’ve been dying to try. Red meat = iron = strong muscles for my tri, right?

And on a super exciting looking forward to it note – my 3 boston girlfriends and I just booked a wine vineyard weekend trip with our 3 non-boston friends this fall. Woohooo!

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When I first moved to Boston after college I craved chaos.

Basically, I wanted to continue with my college social life. I worked a job I hated from 9am to 7pm and then ordered takeout or went out to eat every night and frequented the bars as often as possible. I stayed over at friend’s places for an entire weekend – eating, drinking and socializing every free second of time. I did my laundry maybe once in the time of 3 months and cleaning absolutely never happened. And the gym? Not a chance.

That all toned down a bit when I got a different job and started getting my masters at night. However, it was still chaos, just controlled chaos. I’d go to work from 9am-5:30pm, run to class from 6pm-9pm, then see my boyfriend, friends or run after. Most mornings I found myself getting up hours early to attempt to write a paper or read assigned texts for a class that night. Weekends were packed with friends or travel.

And this summer has really topped the chaos meter. Don’t get me wrong, this summer has been fantastic:

  • 2 Cape Cod trips with the Townie (one with his friends)
  • 1 trip to Florida with family
  • 1 trip to NY for my sister’s graduation from college
  • Warrior Dashing through mud (resulting in poison ivy) and gallivanting around phantom gourmet’s bbq beach party
  • A night in Rhode Island for dinner with family & the Townie
  • A moving away party for a friend
  • A weekend visit from 3 NY besties packed with a duck tour and red sox game
  • A week-long training at work
  • A week-long beach vacation with a few of the girls
  • A Portsmouth weekend trip with the Townie
  • A going away party for another friend
  • A birthday bbq in the suburbs

And that’s not including tri training, dinners after work with friends, or the upcoming weeks with 2 weddings, 2 tris, a 10k, a Patriots game, 2 kayaking trips, 2 fantasy football leagues & drafts, and a weekend in Stowe, Vermont with zip lining. That’s just the end of August through September.

Whoa.

As the summer is coming to an end and my crazy Fall is starting I am realizing all I want these days is some simplicity and routine.

I’m craving getting up in the morning and going to a spin class, going to work, coming home to a clean apartment, cooking a fabulous home cooked dinner and sitting down with the Townie to enjoy it.

I’m craving a weekend morning where I can wake up and not have a packed schedule for the day. Instead just decide what I want to do that day.

I’m craving living off of one cup of coffee on most days and not 4 in order to keep my eyes open.

I’m craving exercise for fun, and not for tri or road race training.

I’m craving quality time with my friends, but not having to make plans multiple nights per week, squeezing it all in.

I feel like I’m ready to leave behind the chaos and even some of the controlled chaos for a while.

I’m ready to build a life with the Townie, which means fantasizing about moving in together when my lease runs up next Spring. And yes that fantasy includes a pave setting princess cut diamond ring hanging out on my finger. 🙂

I feel like I’m ready to have more space than my studio apt (umm, like a bedroom!) but also so I can cook dinners and invite people over and skip the crowded bars where I have to scream at my friend to find out how her new job is going only to ask “what” 4 times before hearing her answer.

Maybe that makes me old, or boring, or anti-social, but it’s a change I’m going with. This fall and winter I’m toning it all down. Maybe simplicity isn’t such a bad thing. 🙂

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