Monday started the week off with the good news that I have finally broken the 85kg mark - meaning there's only about 15kg between me and my goal, and that I am nearly at my 10% mini goal and 10kg mini goal. Awesome work. I lost about 400g this past week, which is much better than the 1.2kg of the week before. At week 8 in the plan, you don't expect to drop that much in a week, although it was a hard training week on the back of another hard training week, and in retrospect I probably didn't eat enough that week. I've conciously been eating a little more this week, one because I'm really hungry, and two because I don't want another 1.2kg week - I don't want to lose any muscle!
Tuesday saw life turned upside down. Christchurch was devastated by another earthquake, only this time there are hundreds of fatalities. Most of my friends are okay, although I'm waiting to hear about some of them. I had one of my best sessions that night, through wanting to thrash myself to relieve the pain and sorrow I was feeling. I felt helpless being 2400km away and unable to offer anything other than electronic support.
Some good news on Tuesday was that I had passed my first theory assessment for my Cert IV. I knocked out another module and am now into viewing posture. I also need to follow up my insurance with Marsh who still haven't sent me anything. Frustrating much? Oh yes. I'm registered and insured, but have no documents or receipt in the mail. As long as they arrived before tax time, I'm happy. Tax time is going to be a pain this year, but I'm confident of getting some of my expenditure back.
I found out on Wednesday that I should have changed my tax status when I quit my day job. I've been paying double tax on my wages from my fitness job! No wonder my pay packet has been small - at least now I'll have a bit more in the pay packet and will get the excess I've paid back at tax time. Bring on tax time! Hopefully I can then purchase a new wetsuit because very soon, my one won't fit anymore!
Also on Wednesday, I relented and bought a new saddle for my bike. I just can't take long rides on the Zero Chrono anymore, it's NOT comfortable and I refuse to have a numb bum. I now have a ladies saddle with ladies padding and ladies cut outs. Amen. I got it home and realised that I couldn't undo the bolt to release the saddle. So, I marked it up, took out the seat post, wrapped it up and took it to the bike shop after work on Friday. There was a comment from the mechanic about just needing some muscle - then he had to use an airgun to undo the bolt. Ha - that'll learn you mate.
Friday had me heading to he market for some nice fresh NZ Snapper after thrashing myself in a workout at work after my shift. I felt great at the time, but after my nap on Friday afternoon I could feel the DOMS starting to kick in. My quads, glutes and abs were cranky. By Saturday, they were furious. Thank heck I don't have a sit on my butt job anymore - they would have totally siezed up if I had to sit all day.
Today my abs are more cranky but my legs are easing off. The good thing about cranky abs is that I can't feel any gallstone pain. Maybe I should make my abs cranky more often - then I won't feel the gallstone pain. I'm off my losec, because the side effects were horrendous (no details forthcoming, I'll spare you all the gory story). I think that is why I stopped it last time - I need to check with my doc in NZ why I stopped it. Regardless, I haven't had any losec or reflux in nearly a week and that's the way I intend to keep it. One bout of reflux and it's straight on the losec - not cool, doc.
I found out on Wednesday that I should have changed my tax status when I quit my day job. I've been paying double tax on my wages from my fitness job! No wonder my pay packet has been small - at least now I'll have a bit more in the pay packet and will get the excess I've paid back at tax time. Bring on tax time! Hopefully I can then purchase a new wetsuit because very soon, my one won't fit anymore!
Also on Wednesday, I relented and bought a new saddle for my bike. I just can't take long rides on the Zero Chrono anymore, it's NOT comfortable and I refuse to have a numb bum. I now have a ladies saddle with ladies padding and ladies cut outs. Amen. I got it home and realised that I couldn't undo the bolt to release the saddle. So, I marked it up, took out the seat post, wrapped it up and took it to the bike shop after work on Friday. There was a comment from the mechanic about just needing some muscle - then he had to use an airgun to undo the bolt. Ha - that'll learn you mate.
Friday had me heading to he market for some nice fresh NZ Snapper after thrashing myself in a workout at work after my shift. I felt great at the time, but after my nap on Friday afternoon I could feel the DOMS starting to kick in. My quads, glutes and abs were cranky. By Saturday, they were furious. Thank heck I don't have a sit on my butt job anymore - they would have totally siezed up if I had to sit all day.
Today my abs are more cranky but my legs are easing off. The good thing about cranky abs is that I can't feel any gallstone pain. Maybe I should make my abs cranky more often - then I won't feel the gallstone pain. I'm off my losec, because the side effects were horrendous (no details forthcoming, I'll spare you all the gory story). I think that is why I stopped it last time - I need to check with my doc in NZ why I stopped it. Regardless, I haven't had any losec or reflux in nearly a week and that's the way I intend to keep it. One bout of reflux and it's straight on the losec - not cool, doc.
Saturday (yesterday) I finally got to christen my wettie. After spending 17 minutes getting it on with no basting (I forgot the baby oil), it was off into the pristine water of Williamstown beach for a nice swim. Gees it was weird. Okay, so open water swimming in a wettie is REALLY weird! Have to fess up and admit to freaking out when the buoyancy kicked in. I have no issue with water, having spent bulk time at the beach and having done seven tris in NZ. I have no issue with deep water either. But yesterday, I freaked out. It was a strange beach, my first time in a triathlon wettie with all that extra buoyancy, and I was expected to swim out halfway to Tassie. Oh hell no.
I was halfway to the buoy and just couldn't do it. It was too weird - one minute I was walking out and the next the wettie took over and I couldn't touch the bottom. Far out - I'm used to swimming in a tri suit, with natural fat buoyancy. This was freaky - and not in a good way. My poor coach had to swim over and try to psych me up. The others in my coaching squad were yelling encouragement (well, except for the guy from my club who was busy calling me chicken shit!) but I was pretty much frozen. Far out.
Coach told me I could just swim 30 strokes out and back at a depth that was comfortable, so I did. That's about 25m each way. I did my 2x 250m, then decided to try and have a HTFU moment. I decided to swim to that buoy that seemed halfway to Tassie. It took four whacks at swimming - I'm sure some bastard was under the water moving it further away while I was supposedly swimming towards it. I did however finally manage to round it, then swam in. I didn't feel very proud of myself - I felt like a big fat old scaredy cat.
Anyway, I was meant to go to the club race today and set three alarms - all of which I managed to sleep through. I woke up at 11.30am and swore - only five hours late! Clearly I needed the sleep but still, oops! I dragged my butt down the road to get a coffee, came home, had some lunch and got stuck into some housework. I did my bike session with the new saddle and it's much better. I can still tell that my butt is attached to my body :-)
I made a nice gluten free pizza for dinner and finally got around to taking the rice cooker I bought months ago out of the box. I've sorted my filing, collated all my receipts for tax time and re-labelled the filing cabinet. The dishes are done, the laundry sorted and at some point I'll frame all my fitness qualifications. But right now, I think it's time for a trashy movie. It's been a rough week and I need some blatant escapism.
Ciao.
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