Just because I’ve been too busy to post lately doesn’t mean I haven’t been working out. In fact, these past two weeks have been amazing compared to the virtually non-existent fitness regimen of my past couple of months.
I’ve been running and biking consistently and the results are already manifesting themselves on the scale: 2 lbs of flab gone! My clothes are also fitting a little more loosely and I feel much, much better about myself. My speed and endurance still suck, though.
Last year, when my marathon training was in full force, running at 8:00 min/mile pace for 10 miles was a breeze. This afternoon, I did 3 miles at 10:00 min/mile. So starting this week, I am re-introducing my favorite speed-building and fat-scorching workout of all: Interval Training!
This summer I plan to run a half-marathon somewhere. Possibly VA Beach. And I’ll be damned if I don’t PR. It’s time to kick some ass!
Officially, a (semi)professional Barista
How long have I been saying I wanted to start a coffee business? Years and years. And all that talk finally led up to my first espresso catering gig this past Saturday.
I can’t even begin to tell you guys how nervous I was the entire week leading up to it. Friday night I barely slept. And Saturday I felt like I was on the brink of an anxiety attack all day long. But as soon as I set up and started pulling shots, I got in the zone and it all the anxiety melted away.
The wedding was actually a lot of fun. People were impressed with the setup and the drinks, which is good. And I already got asked if I was willing to travel to DC for a fall wedding. I, of course, said yes. Oh, and I got tipped too!
The feeling of accomplishment afterwards was amazing. And quite similar to how you feel after finishing a marathon. You are glad it is over, but you’re already looking forward to the next one. Honestly, I should have started doing this years ago. I really enjoyed it. And there was nobody stopping me but myself.
Four years ago today…
I was on a plane to Honduras. Dressed in the suit I was going to bury my dad in.
I was picked up at the airport and taken straight to the funeral home where my mom was waiting. She was happy to see me and smiled. But you could tell there was pain behind those eyes. That was the last time I ever saw him.
After the burial, I finally went home and straight to his room. There was his recliner, which he would never sit in again. His wallet on the dresser where he left it. And the change of clothes he picked out for when he left the hospital, which never happened. It was gut-wrenching. And there is something about the lifelessness of his room those next few days that haunts me to this day.
Inevitably, this happens. I replay all those bad memories in my head this time of year. It sneaks up on me and I can’t help it. The emptiness is unbearable sometimes and all I want to do is see him again.
I miss you, dad.
Having a road bike is awesome. I don’t know why it took me so long to get one.
On Sunday afternoon, E and I went to Bridgewater (farming community a few miles south) with some friends for a leisurely bike ride. It is the perfect place for cycling because it is virtually flat, has very little vehicular traffic, and there is cool stuff to see (like Mennonites in their buggies). It is also a very scenic farming area filled with cows pastures and wheat fields.
I hope I can get back out there after work. And it won’t be for a leisurely ride. I’m feeling the need for speed!
My mom just lost one of her good friends to cancer today. And just a few short months ago you never would have suspected there was anything wrong with her.
The news hit my mom hard, since she is the 3rd person she has lost to cancer in the past 4 years. The other two being my dad and my grandfather (her dad).
The news hits home for me too since I knew her well. She was always so nice and friendly. Always smiling. And she was there for us when my dad passed away. It is so unfair.
I hope somebody finds a cure soon. With all the money being pumped into all this cancer research you would think somebody would have something by now. If there was a cure maybe my dad would still be around.
After a several week long, work-induced running hiatus I am finally able to go run again. And it felt amazing, rain and all. Even Bruce joined us.
I used to think that not exercising because of work was just an excuse. But this past month that was totally me. I was coming home too worn out to do anything but sleep after long days at work. Thankfully, that craziness is over.
It is time to get back to my regularly scheduled training again.
So this happened today: A Fuji Roubaix.
I test rode this bike a few months ago and liked it but it was not a purchase I was planning on just yet. However, while browsing the company’s inventory online yesterday I realized there were only 2 left. This one happened to be in my size. And it was also discounted $400. I would have been dumb not to get it!!
Time to start looking for duathlons and triathlons!