6.11.2008

muddy sticks and stones

so my last report was regarding my nutritional makeover...

and as I eat this wonderful orange sherbert truffle I think of all the fruits and vegetables and whole grains I've consumed this week. and it's ok. orange sherbert has SOME fruit in it anyway.

at this point though, I consider my nutritional makeover a success. I think I have done a good job in focusing more on zuchinis and tomatoes and bananas and apples than I had before (which was really, just a matter of exercising my innate ability to ignore them all together).

I have found though, that Spiderman and I have a lot in common. my new amazing vegetable and fruit eating ability has made me develop a dark side. an alter ego. a chocolate hourding maniac.
hey.. it's a work in progress.. give me time.

in other news, another race is done. I did the Muddy Buddy in San Jose with my husband last weekend. hard - as I suspected - but with delightful surprises mixed in... obstacles, funny costumes, giant rocks at the bottom of hills while riding the mountain bike, and scratchy pebbles at the bottom of the mud pit.

and after telling my husband over and over again that this race is supposed to be fun, he finally understood me, and it was.. well, fun. no urging me to hurry up, no 'why are you going so slow??' eyeball stare.. and without all that, things are so much more enjoyable.

my next race that I signed up for is coming up in just 3 days. (this is the last time I'm signing up for races that are in back to back weekends by the way)
it is a duathlon (do-a-thlawn) in Fremont and while I'm mentally and physically prepared for the road biking portion of it, I need to make sure running becomes a priority for me these last 2 days that I have to prepare for it. a 1.5 mile run, and a 2.5 mile run separated by an 11 mile bike ride sounds easy.. short and sweet. but my legs don't know what it feels like to run, bike, and then run again one right after the other.

let's hope that if anyone laughs at me during the duathlon, it's because of my rocket dog leisure shoes that I bike in instead of my speed. or lack thereof.
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