Training: Days 3 & 4

Day 3
So Tired. Slept late – nearly late for work. Came home and napped after work for 2 hours. Did not train. Went to bed by 10:30pm.

Day 4
Woke up at 6am to go to a 6:30am spin class – my first ever. Scary, tiring, monstrously early… but I survived the hour of spinning, and the rest of my day. Actually felt pretty good all day. Who knew?

Shins, however, hurt – possibly due to running for a bus. Running sucks.

I’m still fundraising of course – if you’d like to offer me some extra incentives, feel free to sponsor me (All fundraising is for CPAWS.)

I may treat myself to a bath tonight.

Am feeling somewhat magical lately.

Training: Day 2

I was unable to bike to work since I left my bike there yesterday. Planned to bike home but the girls at work wouldn’t let me. Something about not being able to brake properly since I can’t use my left hand and all. And so the bike stays at the office.

After work I met up with the lovely sharolyn who went through a program with me to help train up for the trip. I’ll keep you all updated on how that goes. There are a few things i can’t do with a taped up finger, but there’s still stuff I can do.

I got x-rays done on the finger today. Will find out if it’s broken in a couple of days I guess. Here’s hoping it’s just a sprain… doing simple things is challenging right now.

I am very tired.
There is 1 month, 1 week and 4 days until the trip. This is the time I have to whip myself into shape. The challenge is great. I have managed to raise just over half of my goal in fundraising for CPAWS. Go me!!


Fundraising Update


w00t!

I managed to make it out to the gym tonight. This is a good thing. Unfortunately now I’m hungry. I may have a snack.

having fingers taped together makes typing a bit more challenging than it was before. It’s also going to make biking for the next couple of weeks challenging. You know, I might just need more challenge in my life when it comes to this biking thing.

Here’s hoping it’s not actually cracked (the finger, not me.)

Training: day 1?

June 25, 2007

Morning

  • 15km down and up hill riding to work.

    Afternoon:

  • I was unable to ride home, as I took transit and left my bike at work. (went to doc’s office)
  • Sprained finger on the weekend – went to doc’s office to get checked, going for x-rays (might be cracked.) Finger is now taped.

    Evening:

  • I *should* go bike at the gym on the stationery. Will I? Outlook not so good.
  • No yoga for me with a sprained finger

    Training is so far off to a rocky start. I should consider going to the gym. I don’t want to go. My finger hurts, my scraped and bruised ass hurts, and I’m tired out still from the weekend.

    Also, I am whiny.

  • Injuries ‘r us

    I went to the doctor (after going to the mountain, actually) today to have him look at my finger, which was getting all swollen and bending weirdly. It seems that I have either sprained or cracked my middle finger as part of my wipeout yesterday. The finger is now taped to its partner finger, and my typing is suffering greatly. whee!

    Our old doctor, who was awesome and took us a good couple of years to find, has decided to become a Navy doctor or something, which means he’s leaving us. This makes me terribly sad. Today I saw another doctor in his office, as a potential replacement. He was kind of cold and abrupt. He does not win. I hate looking for a doctor… I already don’t really trust them. I miss my doctor already.

    In other news, because I went to get my finger checked out, I’m home from work early. Yay?

    Frustrations and other treats

    Yes, I lack the energy/dedication lately to update. I apologize for this.

    Yesterday we went riding in Squamish with the group that might make up the final group going to our Big Trip that we’re doing in August (the CPAWS fundraising trip to the Southern Chilcotins, biking for five days.) I had a pretty good ride, once I got over being scared of slippery things. I was kind of slow on the uphill, however, which I find a bit frustrating and discouraging. I’m just not in as good shape as I could be, or should be, and I’m really worried that I’ll be an anchor on the trip, and everyone will get annoyed with me for being slow.

    My downhill riding was pretty good, though. Adam fell off of a cliff and bruised up his ass.

    After riding in Squamish I went to Pemberton with Chris, Lorne and Adam, where we camped out for the night next to the Lillooet River. There was a house party going on a couple of kilometres away in the valley, with an outdoor sound system and a live band. They played until sunrise I think. Also, our air mattress (car camping means air mattress) somehow popped open during the night and deflated very slowly, and our pump was locked in Chris’ car so we just let it be. I would have been fine to sleep through the noise, but Adam was not, and he spent the night tossing and turning. Unfortunately for me, because the air mattress was only really half full of air, every time he moved it launched me up into the air and woke me up. An unpleasant sleep was had by all in our tent.

    We got up the next morning and upon realizing that we had locked our bikes to the car and forgotten to acquire the key for said lock from our friend Sean, headed to the local bike shop. They handed us a hacksaw which we cut through the lock with.

    The rest of the day was spent pushing our bikes up a long gravel road to the top of a big hill, and then riding down. I rode a few rock rollovers okay, then wiped out on one on my second try down it. Stupid slippery root made my tire go sideways, and I landed hard on the rock. My left thigh is very sore, bruised and abraded, and my left middle finger is sore (but not too bad.) I got kind of freaked out after that and pretty much walked the rest of the trail out.

    We came home after that from Pemberton. Adam freaked out a little over me being so frustrated with being slow and such. I got upset and frustrated over him being frustrated and me being frustrated, and much frustration was had by all. It’s partly due to lack of sleep, and partly because we’re both in a bit of pain from wiping out, and partly because I’m conflicted about being not in good enough shape, and really hating going to the gym which is the only thing I can come up with that might get me up to par.

    I really, really hate being slow. I don’t feel slow some days, and other days I’m gasping when everyone else is a good half a kilometre further up the hill than me. It makes me annoyed with myself. Unfortunately I seem to tie my self-esteem into these things, where I know I could accept that I’m not as strong or fast as the boys are.

    I think before I accept that I’m slow and weak, I will try to put some effort into training. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never enjoyed working out or going to the gym or dedicating so much time to physical activity. This is going to be kind of difficult for me, and I am going to need some moral support. I already feel overwhelmed.

    My CPAWS Fundraising ticker thingie


    The ticker for my fundraising for CPAWS. I set my goal fairly low because I wasn’t sure what sort of response I might get… It’s going well so far I think.

    As a kid I loathed fundraising for anything. I was too scared of strangers to ask them for money, so I never went door to door to ask for pledges or sell chocolate bars. Generally I never sold more than one or two of anything I was trying to sell. When they made us do girl guide cookies, even though they sent us out with a partner and an adult, it was one of the most unpleasant things I ever had to do. In college I was so desperate for a job at one point that I tried doing a door to door promotional golf package thing… I lasted the training day and fled screaming.

    So yeah. I set my goal low because I’m still a bit traumatized by the whole thing.

    Anyhow. I made a ticker.