“THAT” run

If you’re a runner like me, you’re at least a little bit concerned with your times. Ok…that’s a lie. If you’re a runner like me you are a LOT concerned with your times. Nothing ruins a run faster for me than a time or pace that is well under what I’m capable of. It’s vain and I know it. I’m working on it. Trust me. I used to be a lot worse.

But jeez. Sometimes it really makes a girl feel crappy! Could’ve done this, should’ve done that. Why did I walk, why didn’t I make myself run faster.

After (and during) runs like this, you HAVE to force yourself to stop focusing in what you didn’t do and realize you’re not a loser because your time was a little slower today. So what? You still did it! There’s probably a reason for it.

This morning, I didn’t eat breakfast, didn’t have coffee, barely drank any water, just ran out the door because it was my ONLY chance before the brutal heat set in. Guess what? It’s already pretty stinking hot. I skipped over everything I normally do AND it’s a billion eighty degrees already. Calm down.

At the end of a run that wasn’t your best, remember that everyone has those days. Everyone. They’re going to happen. But as long as you went out there and gave it the best you could, that’s what matters.

So pat yourself on the back for doing what many people don’t and move on. There’s always tomorrow ๐Ÿ™‚


Friday: What Did You Learn

Almost every day in one class or another (or all of them) I learn something that makes me says “wow.” So I’ve decided to do something new and compile a list every Friday of things that blew my mind of the week.

Your fingers have a faster reaction time than your thumbs. Therefore, never use your thumb when using a stop watch.

Hypertrophy of muscles is largely due to water. This means those giant swollen body builder muscles are just water. The difference is where the water IS.

Depression in older adults isn’t the same as in young people. It has different indicators. We often think of sadness being THE indicator. But in elderly people, it’s often things like food tasting different or physical pain. Not “sadness.”

Trigonometry is freaking hard.

In Missouri (and maybe elsewhere) as long as you have a teaching degree, you can teach ANY subject, as long as you pass a basic test on the subject.


Injury Update

Lots has happened since my last post. Well. One thing. The start of my senior year at Missouri State. Did you know studying kinesiology involves needing to know trigonometry? Yeah, me either.


I feel I was misled. This is exercise SCIENCE not exercise MATH. UNFAIR.

Anyways. Enough of my complaining. I have been known to not listen to my body and exercise through an injury. So far, I haven’t ended up making myself permanently disabled as a result. Thankfully. Because I know better. I’m going to school for this. I know the consequences of not listening to my body. I also know signs and symptoms better than the average Jane. So when I put myself on the swimming/overhead activities disabled list, I was somewhat concerned that I wouldn’t be able to follow through.

But here we are, two and a half weeks later and I haven’t set foot in the aquatic center! This is cause for celebration. I have successfully completed my “rest and recovery” stint. The nagging pain that was in my shoulder is gone. I have been able to do some limited overhead movements without pain. I have “cleared” myself to begin limited, light intensity shoulder work.

No triathlon on Saturday like I had hoped ๐Ÿ˜ฆ but long term is what matters.

So I’m injured.

Remember that nagging shoulder pain? Yeah. Turns out that’s not just a little thing. No, I’m not an athletic trainer or a doctor. But I did take a class and I know how to feel things out.


Repetitive overhead motions (such as swimming without proper form) can cause a shoulder impingement. Pretty sure that’s what I’ve got going on here. One thing I knew I needed to work I was my arm movement during freestyle swim. My right arm tends to end the water more flat that angled. Puts undue stress on the shoulder joint, blah blah blah, and here we are.

I’m terrible at taking time off when I’m hurting. But this is a little different. This is nagging me almost constantly. It has lessened but still hurts. A few weeks off should take care of the pain and drills should help me correct the form.


My biggest sadness is that this could and likely will keep me from participating in my second triathlon at the end of the month. It isn’t the end of the world, but it is disappointing.

Senior Year

Monday begins fall semester for me. It also will be the first day of my senior year. The beginning of the end of my time at MO State. I have loved almost every second of it.


To say there weren’t difficult times would be a lie. To say I loved every minute would be a lie. My first day of class it was 12 degrees and all I was wearing was a sweatshirt. I’m from California. The beach part. You think I owned a jacket? Yeah right. But coming here was the best decision ever. I’ve made wonderful friends, become more dedicated than ever to my fitness and health. I love my professors in the department of kinesiology. I don’t think I would’ve been this successful or happy at Arizona State (though I do sometimes wonder what would have been).


However, it’s scary to think I’m gonna be joining the “real world” sooner than later. I will be interning in the fall, which I hope gives me great insight and reinforces that what I’m doing is right. There isn’t much precedent for programs dedicated to childhood obesity prevention, so my dream is to be a pioneer in the field. We talk and talk about it in the news, how it is a growing epidemic, but what are people doing? What CAN you do?

That’s what I want my life’s work to be. My current job has shown me how much I enjoy working with children and my passion is fitness. How better to merge them than to dedicate myself to getting and keeping kids healthy?

The Monday After

It’s been barely two days since completing my first triathlon. Nothing has changed, I still can’t wait to do another one. I’m searching high and low for another sprint tri to do. And wouldn’t you know, there’s another at the end of this month!


At this point, I’m 75% sure I will enter this. I just have to come up with the entry fee ๐Ÿ™‚

Oh yeah, there’s also this nagging shoulder pain. What’s up with this?


My knowledge of athletic injuries is limited, though I have taken a class on it. I know it isn’t a SLAP tear! And probably not a torn RC. Doesn’t hurt all the time, nothing limiting overhead ROM. Something in the coracoclavicular area. So I’m on a mission to noodle it out. It has something to do with my swimming form, which makes my need for someone to help me with my swimming all the more important.

Thankfully, today I got an invite to join the Missouri State Triathlon Club! Yay for sweet coworkers who are also triathletes ๐Ÿ™‚

Tiger Tri: Things I Learned

Yesterday marked my foray into the world of triathlons. It was crazy, fun, scary and exhilarating. Unlike anything I had ever experienced. Something I want to experience again soon. I trained hard for this and yet I could’ve trained harder. There were some things you cannot train for. Here’s what I learned.

1. Do not underestimate how long it will take you to swim. This triathlon was a snake swim and we lined ourselves up based on how fast we thought we would be. This was known ahead of time. Myself and others timed our training swims in order to make an educated estimation. Others did not. This lead to pile ups and angry swimmers in the lanes when someone thought they could swim much faster than they could. Be courteous to those around you and be real with yourself. Nobody is judging if you are in the 8 minute swim group instead of 6 minutes.

2. Get there early. Triathlons start early. As you have a transition area to set up, you’ve got to get there even earlier. Some events set up the night before, but if yours sets up the morning of, get there at minimum an hour and a half early. Earlier if your race is particularly big. I had to get my timing chip and body markings in addition to setting up my station. Leave yourself plenty of time to poop relax, because you WILL need it.


3. Do not judge your abilities or equipment because of others. My morning started out with serious bike envy. Starr Trek is nothing in comparison to elite triathlon bikes that cost more than my car. But she’s a good bike and I do well on her. I set my transition station far away from others because I was immensely intimidated. Standing in line to swim, I also psyched myself out. Many of my training swims were in the 9 minute for 300yd range. Not terrible but I’m not winning the Olympics. I completed a couple around 8 minutes but was convinced those were a fluke. Others around me said I would be fine but I wasn’t sure I could compete with their 8 minute flat times. Therefore I convinced myself I would have to swim my heart out so they wouldn’t pass me, which lead me to my next issue…


4. Do not panic in the swim. Nothing, and I do mean nothing short of doing lap swimming through a crowded public pool, could have prepared me for what it was like to swim in a pool filled with 30 other athletes. Though it was a snake swim not open water, there was still the added element of swimming with others before and behind you and waves being made in the water. Part way in, I caught some water in my mouth and started to choke. I told myself I wouldn’t use the breast stroke at all but I HAD to keep my head above water and calm myself down when I started to panic. By the end I was fine but for a moment there I considered screaming for help.

5. Have Fun! This event was challenging and so rewarding. I’m so lucky to have had people there to support me and cheer me on. I met tons of wonderful people who were so willing to help and give advice. It’s easy to get caught up in the craziness and forget to enjoy the day.


Other notables:
– I met a really cool lady in line for the swim who had done many open water swims and she helped me feel way better. What a cheerleader! I also saw her and her adorable son running a nighttime trail race the same night.
– Some people relax after a triathlon by smoking a cigarette. To each their own.
– If your bike isn’t a beach cruiser, you’re miles ahead of some.
– Taking transition time to set your GPS could cost you a place in the medals (I almost placed!)


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