Good morning, Readers!
I thought of a really good blog post this morning, but forgot what it was when the cats tried to drag me out of bed at stupid o'clock in the morning for a feeding. So you're stuck with a general update post.
I'm sorry. Blame the cats.
Apparently, last week was the last Wednesday training day at Carleton University for the season. It starts up again in May. I had thought the last class was tonight, and I was going through emotional hell, and really couldn't stomach being around people (I missed last Thursday for the same reason), so I missed the last class. I am sad. I almost never miss the last class.
*overly dramatic sigh*
The emotional hell is more or less over, if you're wondering. It's not resolved, by any means, but it's over. Sometimes you've just got to walk away.
Last night at training went really well. I did very well with the weight session before training started. My arms are now strong enough that I am starting to use the muscles I should be to do pull ups and chin ups. That one chin up that I've made my goal is super close. I'm almost there.
It's a bit ridiculous how happy that makes me.
While I'm still on the physical activity topic, I've at last taken the plunge and signed up for the Ottawa Spartan Race. They call it a sprint, but last year, the course clocked in at 7kms. I won't exactly be sprinting. This is my first ever Spartan Race. I've wanted to do it since I first heard of it, but I've always been too timid to try, too doubtful of my abilities, too certain I was doomed to fail.
The reason I started weight training was because I was sick to death of feeling like a pathetic weakling who couldn't even do something like the Spartan Race if I was walking. I wanted to get in on the obstacle course action fun, and come hell or high water, I was, damn it! So I started weight training to build up my strength. I've been running faithfully two nights a week, and will be upping that to three should warmer weather ever hit.
Ever.
Go away winter. I love you, but I'm sick of you now.
Where was I? Oh yes....
The Spartan Race. So, with thanks to my Kung Fu brother, J.T., with whom I will be running on the day (well... technically. He's probably going to spend the majority of his time waiting for me at the finish line), I'm in for the first non-elite heat of the second day. I'm nervous and excited and happy to be finally in a place physically where I think I have a good chance of pulling this off.
If you're interested in the Ottawa Spartan Race, you can find out more info HERE.
I thought of a really good blog post this morning, but forgot what it was when the cats tried to drag me out of bed at stupid o'clock in the morning for a feeding. So you're stuck with a general update post.
I'm sorry. Blame the cats.
Apparently, last week was the last Wednesday training day at Carleton University for the season. It starts up again in May. I had thought the last class was tonight, and I was going through emotional hell, and really couldn't stomach being around people (I missed last Thursday for the same reason), so I missed the last class. I am sad. I almost never miss the last class.
*overly dramatic sigh*
The emotional hell is more or less over, if you're wondering. It's not resolved, by any means, but it's over. Sometimes you've just got to walk away.
Last night at training went really well. I did very well with the weight session before training started. My arms are now strong enough that I am starting to use the muscles I should be to do pull ups and chin ups. That one chin up that I've made my goal is super close. I'm almost there.
It's a bit ridiculous how happy that makes me.
While I'm still on the physical activity topic, I've at last taken the plunge and signed up for the Ottawa Spartan Race. They call it a sprint, but last year, the course clocked in at 7kms. I won't exactly be sprinting. This is my first ever Spartan Race. I've wanted to do it since I first heard of it, but I've always been too timid to try, too doubtful of my abilities, too certain I was doomed to fail.
The reason I started weight training was because I was sick to death of feeling like a pathetic weakling who couldn't even do something like the Spartan Race if I was walking. I wanted to get in on the obstacle course action fun, and come hell or high water, I was, damn it! So I started weight training to build up my strength. I've been running faithfully two nights a week, and will be upping that to three should warmer weather ever hit.
Ever.
Go away winter. I love you, but I'm sick of you now.
Where was I? Oh yes....
The Spartan Race. So, with thanks to my Kung Fu brother, J.T., with whom I will be running on the day (well... technically. He's probably going to spend the majority of his time waiting for me at the finish line), I'm in for the first non-elite heat of the second day. I'm nervous and excited and happy to be finally in a place physically where I think I have a good chance of pulling this off.
If you're interested in the Ottawa Spartan Race, you can find out more info HERE.
This amused me. Image courtesy of chichkgeek.org. Click for link.
In writing news, I'm getting back into the swing of it. As last week was such hell for me because of the afore-mentioned personal reasons, I didn't write much at all. Instead, I spent my time hiding away and giving myself space to calm down and heal by disappearing into my game of Minecraft (pocket edition). I should have brought a book instead, but Minecraft worked well. I wouldn't recommend it for dealing with life all the time, but when you need to retreat into a shell for a little bit, and you haven't a book handy, Minecraft is a pretty decent way to do it.
I would have been playing Skyrim, which is my favourite gaming escape, but lugging my Xbox around to play over my lunch hour seemed a bit much. I do, however, plan to take a two week vacation in Skyrim this summer.
Livin' large!
Right, there is a lot of work I need to do today, so I'm off to do it.
Ciao!
I would have been playing Skyrim, which is my favourite gaming escape, but lugging my Xbox around to play over my lunch hour seemed a bit much. I do, however, plan to take a two week vacation in Skyrim this summer.
Livin' large!
Right, there is a lot of work I need to do today, so I'm off to do it.
Ciao!
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