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Weekend review: Race day

As part of my 2013 goals, I was determined to prove to myself (and others) that I had a working knee. I mean, I knew I did, but I wanted a race under my belt to really show that I could do it…I could run! So last Saturday, I participated in the Lozilu 5K, a women’s only mud run.

Despite a few negative Nancy’s (on my team) bailing last minute and having to wait 20+ minutes to hop over/under/through some of the obstacles, I officially completed the race. It certainly wasn’t the most brilliant race I’ve ever run and the lack of organization tried my patience to no end, but a few unexpected laughs made the day at least a little bit fun.

I randomly bumped into one of the girls I play camogie with and we ended up combining our teams and running together which, in truth, made it a lot more fun than it would have been. She had a water/shock-proof camera and took loads of pics throughout the race, but I haven’t had a chance to snag them off her, so here’s one I pinched from the official race site – pre-mud, of course.


So, yes, that’s officially another item crossed off the goal list. It wasn’t pretty, but it’s been done.


YN2K: You need to know

Most people live their lives on a ‘need to know basis’. I’m really no different.

Lots of exciting things have happened this week, 1 event in particular wouldn’t really make an exciting blog, but 5 events makes for a fantastic blog in this edition of YN2K!

There have been a lot of tornadoes in my area this week. Nothing like Alabama, but yesterday’s ‘watch’ turned to ‘warning’ today. The skies are so dark. Strangely enough, my gaelic football team is still anticipating practice tonight.

My triathlon is officially 18 days away. I don’t really know if I’m ready, but I know I’m going to try and whether or not I finish in the allotted time or not, I will FINISH! 750 m swim, 18 mi bike, 5k run

I’m going to New York this weekend. I’ll see my first real gaelic match at Gaelic Park – NY vs. Roscommon!

I got my newish camera in the mail this week. After months of trying to replace a most beloved camera that died the good old fashioned way from too much use (and not being dropped at a bar), I finally had an epiphany to just buy that exact camera off ebay since it wasn’t available in stores anymore. For just $70, it was a dream come true. Here is my latest of Tessie, taken the day I got the camera in the mail.¬†

On Monday, I met DC renowned Top Chef, Spike Mendelsohn, of Good Stuff Eatery and We, the Pizza. People outside my bubble weren’t as impressed with the celebrity siting, but that didn’t diminish my OMFG moment. See, I’m cheesin’ from ear to ear.

No gum allowed

It should come as no surprise that I’m a bit of an exercise junky and I often challenge myself to try new things. Just last year I completed 2 half-marathons and this year, I’m training for a triathlon in May. I also enjoy other torturous activities like yoga, specifically hot yoga, where the average temp is 103-105 degrees.

You sweat, you stretch, you breath, you concentrate – all good things. But, it took me a few times to actually admit that I enjoyed the classes. Initially, I had to get over the yoga ego that many yogis possess, then it was more or less the structure that bothered me…very rudimentary and almost factual. There wasn’t anything overly zen about it, but once I let that go, I now actually look forward to the sweaty release.

However, there is still 1 thing I can’t let go and 1 part of the class that still bothers me – every instructor’s need to call out individuals in an effort to correct them, but ultimately to embarrass them. I’ve been to multiple classes with¬† multiple instructors and since I’m still considered a yoga noob, I partake in all the noob classes which is of course, filled with other noobs who in turn make noob mistakes.

We fall out, we drink water, we breathe through our mouths, we wipe away the sweat, we try to leave the class.

I’ll admit, I’ve done at least one if not all of the above and it really is a learned discipline to complete a class without mistakes. I get that many of the rules are in place for our own safety or for preserving the concentration/energy of others in the class, but truth be told…I’d rather someone sit down in the middle of a pose to drink water than have the instructor single them out to tell them they can’t drink water just now. In my book, that’s far more distracting.

What’s even more distracting is an instructor coming up to you in the middle of a pose telling you to spit out your gum because it’s not safe. Really? I walk and chew gum, talk and chew gum, run and chew gum, swim and chew gum, bike and chew gum…but you’re telling me I can’t breathe and chew gum? Interesting.

In the overall scheme, I understand that there is a risk in breathing in deep and thus swallowing said gum but…

a. there was no posted sign to say ‘No gum’
b. you’ve now ruined my concentration
c. now I feel like a jackass
d. I like to chew gum when I work out, it keeps my mouth from drying out, damnit!

Who would have ever thought someone telling me to spit out my gum would infuriate me so much? If I hadn’t bought a deal for 5 classes, I probably wouldn’t go back, but I’ve registered for another class tomorrow night, and I’m half tempted to chew gum again…just to prove a point.


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