I have Thirteen Days left until I am on a plane coming home.
I have been on countdown since day 45.
I am so close.
Lanie the weight coach liked her cookies. That I baked her and then taped two paper plates together with athletic tape making a nice carton to carry them in. It was a quirky touch. Athletic Coach Athletic Tape. I'm sure you understand this correlation.
The goal was to try to do our circuit so hard we'd throw up. I came close but no cigar. I frankly was disapointed. I totally nearly threw up the first two weeks. I'd dry heave hardcore. so i probably didnt eat enough before i went, or i just have gotten more fit and remember to breathe.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
You're so Vain
I rode my bike to the store again. The 10k on the water was a joke of a workout. we got waked out pretty bad. At one point we stopped because waves came up to our shoulders. Hilary had to bail water out with her water bottle because the whole compartment was swamped. speed boats. and Jet skis. When you see people rowing DO NOT WAKE THEM OUT.
so this being said I biked to the store which i thought was 12 miles but could have been up to 16. yeah round trip its 10. google maps. so much for burning mad calories. It was nice to be free, riding down a two way highway. I bought milk, coke, and cookie mix. Got to talk to sarah long. and then as i was biking back my phone rang and it was my mother. YES. i had called them first and they werent home so i got to talk to my mom and the kids. I must have been a strange sight, standing with a bike talking on a cell on the side of the highway. I am so excited to get back home and ride MY bike "The Tank" and go hang out with my siblings. I proceeded to bike back singing You're So Vain and Killing Me Softly. I got back so late that I had to eat in the dark because all my doublewide mates had gone to bed. Speaking of that. I am excited for my own bed. MY OWN BED. in which i can have the whole thing and not worry about thrashing and kicking Cathrine.
Not getting up at 5:20. i realize that if i was at home i would be getting up this early anyway. practice is at 6:30. I used to get up at 5:20, now my alarm goes off then and I get out of bed 20 minutes later. I'm about to start sleeping in my workout clothing so i can sleep longer. If i didnt have to eat in the morning i would wake up at 6. I always ride my bike to practice so i can leave latter and thus get up later.
Weight Room. We have our last day today, then we are unloading for canadian henley. I am baking the weight coach cookies. Our regular coach asked me on monday during weights what my favorite song is and if it was something by Metallica. "No. Its Killing Me Softly" Apparently this is funny. I do not know why. Maybe because its an analogy for my entire weight room experiance. I did get 30 box jumps. Only once. I am going to try to get that same number today.
Crew is all about being on every single stroke. its about being able to push past the point of pain and give it everything every single stroke. Trying to do this day after day and still not completely getting it is wearing. My pair partner (The wonderful Savage) called me to let me know she was taking skulling lessons and felt my pain and that it was incredible difficult. I am getting better, I crab less, my aerobic capacity I think is getting stronger, My leg muscles are more developed. We had a practice 2k this morning. It was horrible, but we started making good changes to get more run. One thing i will not miss is looking down and seeing white flecks of skin on my JL shorts. blisters are nasty problems.
I might miss living in spandex when i return to my side of the country. I basically have three days worth of clothing that i wear and then wash. I could have left half the clothing I brought with me at home. I will miss this simplistic side to life.
We move out of the doublewide in two days. I probably should start packing. I brought way too much stuff. This has just reinforced that I need to ditch more stuff. I can only have stuff I love. I love the feeling that when all my stuff is messy and all over the place my place is still clean because i have HARDLY ANYTHING.
(this day is coming it has not come yet)
well i need to make cookies. and pack and wash dishes. and get out of crew clothing.
so this being said I biked to the store which i thought was 12 miles but could have been up to 16. yeah round trip its 10. google maps. so much for burning mad calories. It was nice to be free, riding down a two way highway. I bought milk, coke, and cookie mix. Got to talk to sarah long. and then as i was biking back my phone rang and it was my mother. YES. i had called them first and they werent home so i got to talk to my mom and the kids. I must have been a strange sight, standing with a bike talking on a cell on the side of the highway. I am so excited to get back home and ride MY bike "The Tank" and go hang out with my siblings. I proceeded to bike back singing You're So Vain and Killing Me Softly. I got back so late that I had to eat in the dark because all my doublewide mates had gone to bed. Speaking of that. I am excited for my own bed. MY OWN BED. in which i can have the whole thing and not worry about thrashing and kicking Cathrine.
Not getting up at 5:20. i realize that if i was at home i would be getting up this early anyway. practice is at 6:30. I used to get up at 5:20, now my alarm goes off then and I get out of bed 20 minutes later. I'm about to start sleeping in my workout clothing so i can sleep longer. If i didnt have to eat in the morning i would wake up at 6. I always ride my bike to practice so i can leave latter and thus get up later.
Weight Room. We have our last day today, then we are unloading for canadian henley. I am baking the weight coach cookies. Our regular coach asked me on monday during weights what my favorite song is and if it was something by Metallica. "No. Its Killing Me Softly" Apparently this is funny. I do not know why. Maybe because its an analogy for my entire weight room experiance. I did get 30 box jumps. Only once. I am going to try to get that same number today.
Crew is all about being on every single stroke. its about being able to push past the point of pain and give it everything every single stroke. Trying to do this day after day and still not completely getting it is wearing. My pair partner (The wonderful Savage) called me to let me know she was taking skulling lessons and felt my pain and that it was incredible difficult. I am getting better, I crab less, my aerobic capacity I think is getting stronger, My leg muscles are more developed. We had a practice 2k this morning. It was horrible, but we started making good changes to get more run. One thing i will not miss is looking down and seeing white flecks of skin on my JL shorts. blisters are nasty problems.
I might miss living in spandex when i return to my side of the country. I basically have three days worth of clothing that i wear and then wash. I could have left half the clothing I brought with me at home. I will miss this simplistic side to life.
We move out of the doublewide in two days. I probably should start packing. I brought way too much stuff. This has just reinforced that I need to ditch more stuff. I can only have stuff I love. I love the feeling that when all my stuff is messy and all over the place my place is still clean because i have HARDLY ANYTHING.
(this day is coming it has not come yet)
well i need to make cookies. and pack and wash dishes. and get out of crew clothing.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Church
I went to church again. I love it there. it is so wonderful. I officially have met the majority of everyone. I went to the potluck afterward and hung out with a girl my age who is joining the Airforce with her husband next month. If she gets assigned to McChord that will be cool, because i will go visit her. I was going to visit the flight attendant i met coming back from dad vail in May when I was in Philly (where she is based out of) a month ago but She was flying into Frankfurt and wouldnt get back until after i left. It was sad.
I also got several offers to be hosted if i came back next summer. I dont plan on returning to Indiana, but if i do...
I made cookies after getting back from church and shared them and eventually ate enough to get sick, while watching the Listener and convincing one of my friends that Smooth Criminal music video has some of the greatest dance moves ever. I think I convinced her. since Michael Jackson's death I have discovered his amazing dance moves and I wish i could dance. between dancing and singing? dancing. dancing and crew? that one is still up for debate. dancing is awesome.
Back to church. I like it and am very sad I didnt get to spend more time with the congregation. 3/4th of them are related, they are very kind, friendly, loving people and I definately picked the right church to go to for the few sundays i have been here. Unionville Church of Christ is where its at.
I also got several offers to be hosted if i came back next summer. I dont plan on returning to Indiana, but if i do...
I made cookies after getting back from church and shared them and eventually ate enough to get sick, while watching the Listener and convincing one of my friends that Smooth Criminal music video has some of the greatest dance moves ever. I think I convinced her. since Michael Jackson's death I have discovered his amazing dance moves and I wish i could dance. between dancing and singing? dancing. dancing and crew? that one is still up for debate. dancing is awesome.
Back to church. I like it and am very sad I didnt get to spend more time with the congregation. 3/4th of them are related, they are very kind, friendly, loving people and I definately picked the right church to go to for the few sundays i have been here. Unionville Church of Christ is where its at.
So this girl walks into a bar...ouch
So yesterday one of the things i planned because i had no plans and life was very boring (except for the fact that i went biking, and then ate ben and jerrys while watching too much tv) was to go to the porthole. the local bar. which everyone asks if we've been to. apparently it is a happening place. I needed to see it for myself.
After trying to convince everyone to go with me and totally failing, I managed to talk Johnna into going today after she finished a soul crushing paper for some online class. The paper wore her down into saying yes. and the fact i baked cookies and shared them and that she is a good person. back to the Porthole Bar. we walked the quarter of mile to there. Lots of motorcyles outside. when there is only one bar in a very big radius i think the bar has to double as the cool place to be.
We went and got carded for our cokes, ordered poppers and mozzerella sticks which probably tasted better if we were inebriated, (we cant drink at this camp so thus the cokes, but i dont drink anyway so thus the coke.) and talked about life. while all the while i plotted how awesome my blog about this was going to be. sadly its fallen a little short of my expectations. The bar filled up while we were chit chatting about life, our coaches, how things were progressing. I'd like to think that as girls who had never been seen there we were the topic of every one's conversation. This probably is not true. we probably had snagged someone's favorite spot at the bar and they were probably not happy about it. the place had lots of nascar flags and stuff and kareokee doesnt start till next month. I know because i asked. yes, thats right, I asked about kareokee even though i cant sing. I was going to bank on them being drunk'ed. I'm pretty sure it was going to be the major event of my summer --even bigger than the chipmonk. most of my summer has been spent on hypothosizing on what could or would have been awesome or what i could do to make my loyal readers of this blog excited to read the drivel that I post.
so yeah. that was my porthole experience, when i was outside leaving I snapped a picture to upload to my blog which i probably wont (because that involves finding my camera cord and I dont want to go look for it.) One of the guys said that since i did that i had to go for a ride on his harley, but he didnt have a helmet so i declined. I probably should have though, for a indianaian cultural experience. but he was old and kind of creepy looking from faraway. Oh well. --What i really am thinking is DANGIT. this would have been PERFECT for my blog. it is all about the blog.
I am now going to go watch more tv until i figure out to do something else blog worthy.
After trying to convince everyone to go with me and totally failing, I managed to talk Johnna into going today after she finished a soul crushing paper for some online class. The paper wore her down into saying yes. and the fact i baked cookies and shared them and that she is a good person. back to the Porthole Bar. we walked the quarter of mile to there. Lots of motorcyles outside. when there is only one bar in a very big radius i think the bar has to double as the cool place to be.
We went and got carded for our cokes, ordered poppers and mozzerella sticks which probably tasted better if we were inebriated, (we cant drink at this camp so thus the cokes, but i dont drink anyway so thus the coke.) and talked about life. while all the while i plotted how awesome my blog about this was going to be. sadly its fallen a little short of my expectations. The bar filled up while we were chit chatting about life, our coaches, how things were progressing. I'd like to think that as girls who had never been seen there we were the topic of every one's conversation. This probably is not true. we probably had snagged someone's favorite spot at the bar and they were probably not happy about it. the place had lots of nascar flags and stuff and kareokee doesnt start till next month. I know because i asked. yes, thats right, I asked about kareokee even though i cant sing. I was going to bank on them being drunk'ed. I'm pretty sure it was going to be the major event of my summer --even bigger than the chipmonk. most of my summer has been spent on hypothosizing on what could or would have been awesome or what i could do to make my loyal readers of this blog excited to read the drivel that I post.
so yeah. that was my porthole experience, when i was outside leaving I snapped a picture to upload to my blog which i probably wont (because that involves finding my camera cord and I dont want to go look for it.) One of the guys said that since i did that i had to go for a ride on his harley, but he didnt have a helmet so i declined. I probably should have though, for a indianaian cultural experience. but he was old and kind of creepy looking from faraway. Oh well. --What i really am thinking is DANGIT. this would have been PERFECT for my blog. it is all about the blog.
I am now going to go watch more tv until i figure out to do something else blog worthy.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Afternoon Off
today i made several bad decisions. bad as in: what a way to waste a saturday. well I'll never get that back. I started watching a tv series on hulu i managed to watch 8 episodes today. but then i sorta got sick of it so i probably am done watching it forever. This happens to me everyonce in a while. Freshman year everymorning i ate eggs for breakfast, which are healthy and full of protein. sometime during spring quarter i walked over to get eggs, looked down and could not scoop those aweful things onto my plate. i have since never eatten qwinn eggs. I might have tried but I cant recall that i did. so watching this tv series was like that. OD on something and eventually you cant do it any more. On more interesting tv news all of the listener season one episodes are on hulu so i can watch the remaining five to my hearts content.
In other news The bike that I broke several weeks ago. Was wonderfully fixed today by one of the family members i met after church two weeks ago. I "fixed" the bike and the back wheel fell off. I was going to have to take it into town and pay to get it fixed. so this was an extreamly wonderful blessing.
After hanging around the double wide for far too long I decided to make an ardous journey for junk food. I'm anywhere from 6-8 miles from the nearest store. and I had to go up three miles of hill to get out. and usually i am too tired to go anywhere. or rather I have two work outs a day and dont have time to watch tv, eat food, and take naps. But i made the push up the hill. let me tell you 6 miles is a looooong way. especially if its rolling hills. however i managed to get myself to a small country store and wander around. somethings are cheap like a bottle of pop for 59cents other things no so much. i picked a couple things out with the not guilt ridden conscience because i biked 6 miles to get there. They surprisingly had Ben and Jerry's but not my favorite flavor. Which is cherry garcia. such a travesty.
the feeling biking down the 3 mile hill was a complete rush. the feeling of free falling, going faster then possible on your own. and knowing if you dont take the hill (especially the curves)the right way you could die. its amazing. rushing down the hill at the speed of fast. its also nice to have brakes, if you need to use them.
so that is what i have been up to. biking to the store, eatting to much junkfood, and watching tv.
In other news The bike that I broke several weeks ago. Was wonderfully fixed today by one of the family members i met after church two weeks ago. I "fixed" the bike and the back wheel fell off. I was going to have to take it into town and pay to get it fixed. so this was an extreamly wonderful blessing.
After hanging around the double wide for far too long I decided to make an ardous journey for junk food. I'm anywhere from 6-8 miles from the nearest store. and I had to go up three miles of hill to get out. and usually i am too tired to go anywhere. or rather I have two work outs a day and dont have time to watch tv, eat food, and take naps. But i made the push up the hill. let me tell you 6 miles is a looooong way. especially if its rolling hills. however i managed to get myself to a small country store and wander around. somethings are cheap like a bottle of pop for 59cents other things no so much. i picked a couple things out with the not guilt ridden conscience because i biked 6 miles to get there. They surprisingly had Ben and Jerry's but not my favorite flavor. Which is cherry garcia. such a travesty.
the feeling biking down the 3 mile hill was a complete rush. the feeling of free falling, going faster then possible on your own. and knowing if you dont take the hill (especially the curves)the right way you could die. its amazing. rushing down the hill at the speed of fast. its also nice to have brakes, if you need to use them.
so that is what i have been up to. biking to the store, eatting to much junkfood, and watching tv.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Its not all fun
there are days that are harder to live through than others. Today is one of them. I have decided to not go to "optional" yoga. I am going to take a personal day and try to recover my mental and emotional stability.
This whole experiance has been extremely wearing. I do not know if i would have chose it if i knew how emotionally difficult it was going to be. At the same time, the only way to gain patience is to have it tried. I think having emotional/mental strength is the same way.
I sat on the erg for 36 minutes not holding splits and nearly started sobbing during the piece(this was after a 36 minute frustrating row on the water). Having to tell myself pull it together, Jesus has not left you, you will be done soon. Then after it is over you can not allow the experaince to come back and torment you. I face the fear of having to do that again and failing again. I have to tell myself "No. you are not allowed to go there."
In the words of Lily Allen:
I don`t know what`s right and what`s real anymore
I don`t know how I`m meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
`Cuz I`m being taken over by The Fear
Fear is a powerful emotion. False Evidence Appearing Real. that is an acronym btdub. In essense its a lie. Maybe even a true fact. Its something that i have been fighting for nearly 6 weeks. i am tired. But i will not give up. You can crush me, but you cant destroy me. this is sparta.
This whole experiance has been extremely wearing. I do not know if i would have chose it if i knew how emotionally difficult it was going to be. At the same time, the only way to gain patience is to have it tried. I think having emotional/mental strength is the same way.
I sat on the erg for 36 minutes not holding splits and nearly started sobbing during the piece(this was after a 36 minute frustrating row on the water). Having to tell myself pull it together, Jesus has not left you, you will be done soon. Then after it is over you can not allow the experaince to come back and torment you. I face the fear of having to do that again and failing again. I have to tell myself "No. you are not allowed to go there."
In the words of Lily Allen:
I don`t know what`s right and what`s real anymore
I don`t know how I`m meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
`Cuz I`m being taken over by The Fear
Fear is a powerful emotion. False Evidence Appearing Real. that is an acronym btdub. In essense its a lie. Maybe even a true fact. Its something that i have been fighting for nearly 6 weeks. i am tired. But i will not give up. You can crush me, but you cant destroy me. this is sparta.
Monday, July 20, 2009
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