Bringin’ da Funk

It’s really hard to stay positive. I’m not exactly a positive person to begin with. I would call myself a Realist. Practical. Grounded.

Plenty of people would just call me a bitch. I’ll give you two guesses on whether or not I care.

Whatever we would call me, I am struggling. With life in general. That would be the primary reason that I have not posted anything in about a month.  When the Chubby Chick isn’t doing much, running or otherwise, there isn’t much to write about. And I try really hard not to bring people down with me. Sometimes, though, sharing can be cathartic.

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t think that everything for everyone else is unicorns and champagne. I stalk read plenty of other blogs, and am regularly stalking people catching up on facebook, and there are plenty of people that are struggling with something.  And to be perfectly honest, I think anyone that does try to say that things are always great is full of it.

I struggle to get my runs in. Triathlon training has been right out the window for weeks now. I’m completely over working 2 jobs trying desperately trying to make ends meet. I don’t know that I will even be able to afford the triathlon, even if my training were up to par. Hell, I’d be happy to even be in the vicinity of par. My weight loss has stalled. I’m trying to be content with the fact that I haven’t backslid much, considering the lack of consistent exercise, and and the frequent ingestion of (Insert Holiday Here) candy. I can’t watch the Reds play, because when I do, they lose. It’s like Drew Stubbs doesn’t want to be my imaginary boyfriend anymore. Hubby said he was going to start calling me Billy Beane (go watch Moneyball if you don’t get it).

More than anything, I feel like it just been a series a small things that continues to pile up on me. And most of them aren’t directly related, which I think often makes it worse, because then I feel like I can’t catch a break. Anywhere. Ever. And that’s when it started feeling easier to just quit. But I don’t like quitting. So I complain instead.

For example, over the weekend I had ordered new running shoes online. They were on sale, I also had a $10 off coupon, and snagged free shipping.  Normally $90, bought for $40. Score.  I had been keeping track of the shipping, and while the estimated delivery date said the 12th, it was looking like they would show up today. As I was getting out of bed, I happened to see the Fedex truck pull up across the street. Naturally, I was very excited.  By the time I finished getting dressed, the truck left, never having brightened my doorway.  Confused, I checked the tracking info. Again. “Dropped off at local United States Postal location. Please allow an additional 1-2 days delivery time.”

What? Are you freaking kidding me? HE WAS JUST ACROSS THE STREET!! I could have had my new shoes in my grubby little hands by now! Why Fedex? Why would you do this to me?

Naturally, I promptly hunted down Hubby to complain about my unfair life and proclaim my hatred for Fedex. The conversation went something like this:

“I hate Fedex. They’re stupid. There was a truck just across the street, but then drove away, so I checked the tracking info, and got this!  [promptly shoved my phone in his face]  Really?! They’re a delivery service! Why on earth do they need to dump it to another delivery service?!  I could have had my shoes today, but instead they’re going to be taking the scenic route around Columbus! I knew I got too good a deal on them…. $90 shoes for $40, now I’m paying for it. With my luck, they’ll get delivered to some other house, and I’ll NEVER see them!”

Dramatic, I know.

However, all things eventually move on, even bad luck. Like the changing of the seasons, the circle of life, blah, blah, blah. You know what I’m getting at.  Hopefully this afternoon is a good omen of things to come…

Look what showed up the mail today. What? You were expecting a different color? C'mon now.

Sort of Organized

So the good news is that I have, in fact, put together a training plan for both my half marathon in May, and my triathlon in July.  The bad news is that I am very worried about it.  I also have a tentative race schedule mapped out, but a lot of it is going to depend on how much extra money I can scrap together. These triathlons are expensive!

Let’s start with the race schedule:

St.Patty’s Day 4 Miler on 03/10/12– this one I am already registered for. I am going to see just how many different shade of green I can cram into one outfit.
Hoover Hustle 10K on 04/15/12– a friend mentioned this one, and I hadn’t heard of it before, but it sounds like it could be a good time.
Cap City 1/2 Marathon on 05/05/12– this is the one I’ve been working towards. And with this being a bicentennial year, the celebration is going to be even more out of control!
Redlegs Run 10K on 06/02/12– it was a ton of fun last year, and maybe this year we’ll actually get to finish on the field in the stadium.
World Famous Pig Run 5K on 07/20/12– for whatever reason they didn’t do this race last year. I know because I was looking for it. Fortunately this year it’s making a comeback. There are only a few better ways to recover after a race than with ribs and beer.
Giant Eagle Sprint Triathlon on 07/29/12– a reasonable set of distances for my very first triathlon!! Can you tell how excited I am about this?
Emerald City 1/2 Marathon 09/12– it was a great course and a giant inflated shamrock at the finish. Yes please.
Deer Creek Fall Challenge Triathlon on 09/23/12– provided that the first one goes well and I totally fall in love with triathlons (as I am suspecting will be the case) I will try to sneak in one more.
Columbus Marathon on 10/21/12- This year is the city’s bicentennial so most events are going to reflect that, which usually makes for a pretty good time. The questions will be, do I run the half marathon or make a go for the full? Part of me thinks there’s no need to push it, the other part thinks that it may be better to keep pushing as long as I’ve got the momentum.  I suppose it will depend on how my other big races go.
Dead Celebrity 3 Miler 10/12– running while dressed in a costume = instant good time.
Flying Feather 4 Miler 11/12– this may become an annual tradition. I know Mom had fun too. And running Thanksgiving Day morning helps me to feel less guilty about having extra dessert.
Holiday Run 12/12– I didn’t make it to this race last year, so I am going to make a better attempt this year. Mostly because I have cute holiday socks that I didn’t get to wear.

I know, that’s pretty ambitious race schedule. I’m even a little intimidated by it. My main goal was to try to have something nearly every month so that I always have something to look forward to next. That was there is always motivation. Otherwise I get lazy. However I am still mostly poor, so some of these may go to the wayside if there aren’t enough funds. I’m pretty sure the Hubby will not approve of me spending all of our money on races.  There is also a looming possibility that I might get to squeeze in a Disney race during vacation this year. Those bitches are even more expensive than the triathlons! But it’s Disney, what do you expect?  If that plan works out, some other races will definitely get bumped.

The training plan.  Dang, yo. This triathlon training is no joke. I may not actually survive it. Take a look:

Thursday looks so lonely. I'll have to find something to cheer it up.

The running part of the schedule is being provided by MIT, which I have finally been able to join. Now I have to make the decision whether to keep running with the walk/run group, or jump up to the 13 minute pace group. I would really like to be able to run my half marathon. Maybe I’ll just bounce back and forth for a while and see what agrees with my knees the most.  I got the swim and bike portions of the schedule from BeginnerTriathlete.com. That website is packed with loads of information and training plans and articles to answer most any question.  So far I have found it very helpful in trying to get myself organized.

This past week has been all about trying to get up earlier in the mornings because, let’s be honest here, there’s no way those workouts are going to get done in the evenings. I’ll let you guess how well that’s worked out.

This is me, pretty much every day.

And I found out today that people do, in fact, want you to succeed.  Even people you don’t know. Today I went to the gym to do a test run of my upcoming swim and bike workouts. To properly plan my mornings, I needed an idea of just how long these things were going to take me, drive time and all. Once I got there, I did the bike first, no big deal, and then went and changed and went to the pool. Which was occupied. By 5 other people across 3 lanes.  I hate sharing a lane because I’m not a great swimmer and I already feel very awkward and I don’t really want on display in front of a bunch of people. But damn it, I need to get my swim on! So, I head into the pool to the lane that only has 1 person, and stand a bit off to the side fussing with my swim cap and goggles. You know, desperately trying to look like I have any idea what I’m doing.  Next thing I know, the woman swimming stops and says “Do you want to share the lane?”  I look up, somewhat startled that she’d bother talking to me, and reply “Umm, yea, if you don’t mind… that would be great.” Her response, with a smile, “No problem, I’ll just stick to this side.”  Thank you Stranger. I didn’t get your name, but thank you for making me feel welcome when I was considering just leaving since I obviously didn’t belong.  Moral of the story? We all have to start somewhere, and those people that seem to be naturals have probably put in a ton of work, and at some point have started out at the beginning like that rest of us.  They know the joy that success has brought them, and they want us to feel it too.

My swim coach, however, was not particularly impressed with my efforts… (source)

So if you’re on the fence about some big goal, go for it! You know you want to. Stop looking for excuses to not do it.  No one can do it for you, but you’d be surprised how many people will help you along the way.