Category Archives: Cross Training


I hate hate hate hate not being able to run.  Specially since my doctor’s visit really didn’t give any answers (the more time that passes, and the more I read about “hip flexor strain” the more I’m sure that it isn’t what I have, the pain is not even in the same location!).

So I just scheduled an appointment at another doctor today and will get x-rays done (and if he has no answers, let’s hope for an MRI soon).  On Wednesday it’ll be 4 weeks (!!!) since I first felt pain, and I’m tired of it.  So freaking tired of it.

But for fitness’ sake (and since those 10 pounds I’ve put on since the wedding won’t burn themselves out), I finally splurged on a bike trainer this week (gotta make those purchases while I still have a job!) and hopefully I’ll get my bike set up for riding, and I can start doing something soon.  My poor bike (the red beauty below that I posted back when I gave you a home tour) has been neglected for too long…

But as excited as I am to take my bike out for a spin (even if indoors), I really just want to be able to run…


Filed under Biking, Cross Training, Injury

I lied

I did, I did.  My brother left home, and I wrote here just a few days ago, that I was back on track!  Runs + bootcamp everyday + Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred DVD + Bikram yoga + back at eating healthy.

But you know the problem about going off track?   It’s just so so hard to jump back in.  So hard.

Since then, I have attended ONE bootcamp class.  Granted, I woke up feeling like crap a couple of times (as in stay-home-from-work crap, not just lazy crap, which is how I usually feel).  Then, Karl fractured his foot, which makes it that much harder for me to go out to classes in the cold without company.  Plus, I was scared of going to it so close to my 20 miler, just in case it was leg work.  And our place is STILL a mess since my brother left (we’ve been trying to catch up with laundry, so there’s stuff EVERYWHERE), so no space for Jillian Michaels.  And no TIME for it either.

I hate being one of those people that keeps complaining about the lack of time, but damn it, I never have free time anymore.  I don’t even know where time goes.

I managed to go to one Bikram Yoga class last week.  And that’s it.  I ran home from work only once.  This week, I have yet to get a run in, though I’m scheduled for one tonight, the weather in the 60’s plus predicted heavy rain, which might mean no run (and though I would suck it up and run in the rain for training, I also can’t afford to get sick *this* close to the marathon).

And then, just when you think it can’t really be that bad, you go to a friend’s party and promptly stuff your face with a bunch of goodies that days later still make you feel fat, because, you know, you ran 20 miles that morning!  And walked 4!  You EARNED those cookies.  And chips.  And cake.  Ha!  Yeah, no.

So here I am, 59 days until my wedding (!!!), 19 days until my second (and likely final) dress fitting, and 2 pounds heavier than I was a week ago, because even running 20 miles on a Saturday morning, is not enough to undo all the bad that’s been done.

And the worst of all?  I lack motivation.  If a colleague were to stroll by while I’m typing this and offer some chocolate, I’d snatch that baby right up.  And not even feel guilty about it. That’s the worst part of it all.

How do you reclaim motivation?  Part of it is that all the hard work has meant no weight loss for months.  I worked hard this summer (though I admit, weekends I had cheat meals, but I worked HARD, damn it!), and am the same weight I was 4 months ago.  I got as much as 4lbs lower, but my brother’s visit brought all of that back up.  I know now with 2 months 59 days to go, my arms won’t be slim and toned, no matter how hard I work at it.  I can still attempt to improve.  Heck, I still want to lose 10 pounds!  (Please let me lose those 10 pounds!)  But my body won’t be slimmer, or more toned, or any different.  It’s too late for that.  I missed the boat.

I’ll be looking at my wedding pictures, staring at those flabby arms and thinking “if only I could show my toned calves under that dress” — because marathon training?  Gave me some toned calves.  (My thighs are still a jiggly mess, don’t worry.)  Do you know the one thing NO ONE can see under my dress?

Yep, those toned calves.



Filed under Bikram Yoga, Cross Training, Wedding

My Relationship with Swimming

I love being in the water.  Seriously, my little facebook thingy under my profile picture says “just add water” — and it’s true, that’s when I’m at my happiest.

With my dad a "few" years ago

I learned how to swim when I was 2 years old, and was in swimming classes until around 8 or 9 years old, when our swim coach kept getting upset that I wouldn’t show up for the weekend swim meets and was threatening to downgrade me to a lower level.  (I have ALWAYS hated competing while swimming, it caused too much anxiety not knowing if I was winning or not until the end.)  My mom finally took me out of the classes and later said it was time anyway, since girls that keep on swimming when their body is developing tend to end up with very wide shoulders and back (the so called swimmer’s body, which looks way more attractive in men!).

I spent my childhood swimming here! Always a fish...

By the way, if you think learning to swim when you’re only 2 is young, my brother actually learned when he was 8 months old — we don’t have it on camera, unfortunately, but we do have videos of my mom throwing him from a 3 meter diving board into the deep water and him swimming to the side when he was just short of 2 years old.  It’s too cute!

With my brother at the club we used to swim at. The stairs to the diving board can be seen on the upper right corner of the picture.

When I first moved to the DC area from NYC metro, I was giddy with excitement that not only I lived in a building with a pool, but I could actually afford a gym with a lap pool.  I started swimming again after years and years away.  At first it was hard, I would swim 25 or 50 meters and have to pause to catch my breath.  But within a couple of months I was swimming a mile to a mile and a half at least 4 days a week.  I kept it up for a year.

When I first moved back to DC and was super excited to have a pool in my building!

Then I found that DC also had another thing I loved:  VOLLEYBALL!  So between doing my lone swim laps or hanging out with a crowd, making new friends while I played volleyball for 4 hours straight 5-6 days a week (really not exaggerating, I was obsessed), I chose volleyball.  This was right after I got dumped by my boyfriend when he moved out of the country to work for the State Department in Poland (a very good decision he made at the time — a long distance relationship for that long and that far would have ended badly, he decided to end right after his move when he realized that it would be unfair to either of us to try it.  He is now – I think – happily married and they just had a baby girl).  Anyway…  I was in NEED of new friends.  I gave up swimming and didn’t regret it once.

I keep saying that I want to get back at it, specially now that my volleyball schedule died down a bit (and I just left my league last month, since marathon training is taking too much of my free time), but I never actually seem to get myself out there.

On Sunday, while lounging at our pool, I approached a random neighbor who was swimming and asked if she wanted to join me for laps during the week — I just needed something to make me get out there.  After such a long time away, I was hesitant to start again.  She was up for it, and we made a pool date for tonight.  The forecast tonight sucked though, so she canceled, but as soon as I got home from my run from work, I rinsed the sweat off, put on my swimsuit, and out I went!

Our building's pool

It was even better that the finger lap counter I bought online on Sunday, arrived on the mail today!  I couldn’t find my old one (not that the battery would still be good), so it was great to have it (I get so lost in my own thoughts while swimming that I always lose count).

At first, I had to take a break after every 100 meters…  Then I decided to swim the way I used to 4 years ago (not the proper way of swimming but helps defeat boredom and keeps me from tiring out):  out freestyle (front crawl) and back breaststroke.  After doing that, I didn’t have to take a break once.  I was so in peace with myself.  Plus my favorite part of swimming is the flip-turn (yes, I’m still a kid), so I get to do it going on both directions!  (You won’t ever see me talking about backstroke — I’ve hit my hand on the edge of the pool way too many times so I hate it!  Specially since the pool doesn’t even have flags, so I won’t even try it…)

Unfortunately, it started to rain and the lifeguards closed down the pool.  I was hoping on using these for some leg drills with dolphin kicks, but didn’t get a chance to.  (They’re great for working out the quads, so I highly recommend them.  Plus, I have long lost ago lost my core strength to cross a pool swimming butterfly, but this gives me just enough “oomph” that I can pull it off.)

I checked how many laps I had done and did the math:  I swam 900 meters today!  Not much, but definitely great for my first time out in years.  It’s probably a good thing the lifeguards kicked me out, otherwise I would have easily been there for an hour.  I’ll definitely be sore tomorrow.

I was surprised I was not once out of breath.  Hmmmm, all this running might be keeping me in good shape…

I went home super happy and couldn’t stop talking about it with Karl!

I really need to start learning how to take better pictures of myself. But I was so freaking happy, it didn't matter. Plus, I'm sparing you the goggles with swim cap picture, now THAT is scary. (It really is just a matter of time until I posted it here though, let's face it...)

Now let’s hope I keep up with it (I’d be stupid not to, I loved every minute of it).  Maybe I’ll finally get those toned arms and shoulders just in time for the wedding?

How do you feel about swimming?  Do you use it for cross training with running at all?


Filed under Cross Training, Pictures, Swimming