Badass Is Beautiful

Katherin Switzer, Mary Barra, Hilary Clinton, Grethe Rask, Jane Hodgson. A lot of these names, with the exception of Hilary Clinton, a lot of us may not know.  I’m not going to lie, I googled 2 of them.   Miley Cyrus, Selena Gomez, and the too famous Kim Kardashian.  The first group of women actually did something beneficial for women and continue to do so, while the others are just ridiculous.  Jane Hodgson, she was the first doctor ever convicted for performing an abortion. High five for standing up for womens right.  Miley Cyrus, humped a foam finger onstage, congratulations.  Katherin Switzer, the first woman to compete with a number in the Boston Marathon, 5 years before women were officially allowed to compete in it.  Race officials actually tried to remove her mid race.  Poor man just wasn’t up to par with her physical abilities.  Selena Gomez, Grammy winner?  More like lip synchs to computer made songs.  Mary Barra, first woman CEO of any major auto company.  Given I don’t think she’s doing the best job, but she got there.  Grethe Rask worked as a surgeon in the Congo and set up her own hospital village.  Could you imagine the monster size mosquitoes that woman had to fight off.  Kim Kardashian, she released a sex tape, and not a very good one.  My social media was full of pictures of her very fake and photoshopped ass.  I don’t see a lot of post of Diem Brown, she lost her battle with cancer at 32.  #cancersucks.  Now, if Kim Kardashian wants to strip down to her birthday suit for everyone to see, that’s her choice.  Actually, more power to her…I’ve never really been a fan of pants either.  The issue is this is what our society chooses to glorify.  Ms. Kardashian was very proud of her ability to balance a champagne glass on her back side.  Girl, put that away.  If I had a daughter, I wouldn’t want her thinking that’s something she could put on a resume or thinking that was an actual skill.  I can probably balance a beer bottle on my pudge, that’s nothing special.  Instead of putting the spotlight on women who are actual role models, we teach young girls that twerking on stage is the way to go in the life…and then wonder why they end up strippers.  We glorify stupidity, image, and fat asses (with the exception of Miley) as examples of what they should strive for.

I will tell you this, I’m grateful for women like JLO and Kim for giving thick women the confidence to be thick women.  When I was a teen, sexy was a pale and very skinny size zero.  I was of the thick Cuban genes , with tanned skin, and black hair…that wasn’t going to happen.  I was never really comfortable in my own skin until society said, hey it’s ok to be thick.  Sad, I know. But now you have to have a thick bottom, with a thigh gap, and teeny tiny top.  You know what, screw that and every shape women are supposed to fit.  My cankles aren’t going anywhere, my thighs will always be a little (or a lot) big and if they touch, they touch! But I’ll tell you this, I am fit, I am healthy, and I really do try to eat clean (sometimes dessert is just too good).  I exercise more than just daily…maybe more than the recommend.  I may not have a six pack, but I look at the body I’ve been given and I am proud of it.  It lets me do what I love day in and day out.   I shouldn’t be shaming it.  We need to stop telling women what they should look like and celebrate being healthy.  I shouldn’t look in the mirror and want to change pieces of me (which does happen a lot).

What’s led to my women empowerment rant?  Kim’s bum all over my newsfeed and I’m very excited and honored to be selected to be a Betty in 2015.  Betty Designs (www.bettydesigns.com) is a line of women’s triathlon and cycling clothing.  But it’s become a little more than that.  It’s become a brand that inspires women, of all shapes and sizes, to be fit and active.  It spreads the attitude that badass is beautiful, strong is beautiful and I get to represent this.  I’m thrilled and grateful to be a part of a group of women who have the same passions and mentality.   I’m a Betty ~ AddingMoMiles.

And Here We Go Again

Well talk about being missing in action. I had to step away from the keyboard.  Blogs can be dangerous, more dangerous than drunk texting…and left over birthday cake.  I’ve been doing a lot of millennial, Gen-Y, finding yourself and what makes you happy type of stuff.  What I discovered?  What I’ve been doing all along is what makes me happy. I didn’t have to look very far (surprise, surprise).  My problem was that I was letting outside factors affect my so-called “inner peace”, because we all know I don’t always lean towards peaceful.  I started to care what people thought or say, which has never really been like me.  I put my happiness in someone else’s hands; it happens more often that we like to admit.  I became focused on what I couldn’t control, which just made you want to control it even more.  It’s a vicious cycle.  It kind of just took away from everything I had worked so hard towards this year.  So I decided I am going to be selfish.  Yea I know, that’s socially unacceptable to say, kind of makes you sound like a bad person. But it is what needs to be done at the moment; it’s kind of my turn.  As a result relationships may grow apart, that’s life.  I am not responsible for someone’s happiness, unless there’s mutual effort.

True.

So in my absence I was offered a work trip to South Asia for two weeks, where it was then snatched away as soon as I got a reservation ticket. I would be leaving tomorrow; needless to say I may be having an extra glass of wine…or two.  It was my escape plan.  I’ll say it happened for a reason, god forbid I got stuck in some kind of tsunami situation.  We all know I can’t run fast enough to escape a towering wave.  I fell off my bike again, yes again.  I’m going to attribute it to the car pulling boat that cut off the group…or my poor bike handling skills, you be the judge.  Either way, I hit pavement and it hurt like hell.  My knee was pretty ugly, a beautiful array of black and blues. We took a trip to Clermont and it was exactly what I needed. I got to watch my first circuit race. Cheer on a few of my favorite’s bike their way to the podium…and I put my big girl panties and signed up for my first road race.  I knew it was going to hurt, it’s Clermont (hills, hills, hills), I knew I was in no shape to do this, and I would have usually said no.  So I signed up and put on my race number. I didn’t technically finish, I got dropped in the first climbed (seriously dropped), children passed me.  In my defense those kids are doping. I got overlapped, almost lost a lung to Ebola, and kept getting yelled at by a coach about being in too light of a gear (I heard you the first time!).  But I had a damn good time doing it and I did it for me. I did it because I would usually say no.

 ❤                      Thanks for the push rooms 🙂                                               A4C takeover.                            

I’ve started picking races for next season.  This is a very meticulous process, kind of like selecting your fantasy football.  Have to make sure they have enough time apart, take a survey of what other crazies are racing, and figure out when you’re actually willing to really start training again.  I’ve just been playing on my bike honestly.   I’m back in training mode though, signed up for Miami Half Marathon.  Started cooking again, I have spent a small fortune on Publix rotisserie chickens and bagged microwavable veggies. This had to stop.   I’m in PR or ER kind of mode with this.  I don’t think I’ve been so focused on hitting a time than I am with this race.  I usually appreciate just crossing the finish line, this time I’ll appreciate it even more if I hit my goal.  Here we go again, let training begin. ~ Adding Mo Miles.

In life, in love, and with your coffee…

Turn Down For What

A total of 290 hours and 59 minutes went into preparing and racing for this Ironman.  Everyone talks to you about all the wonders before your first Ironman, no one tells you about the aftermath.  The soreness, overeating, and that wandering lost feeling.  For most of the year, your life pretty much surrounds this one goal.  You’ve had a strict schedule for months and now you are free to do as you please.  I went straight home after work last week, I didn’t know what to do with myself, I paced around my apartment and even started organizing my accessories (seriously?).  I’m restless.  Lazy Sundays spent on the couch were justified cause you had trained 9 hours that weekend.  Now you feel just that… lazy.  Giant bowls of desserts Saturday afternoon were acceptable, you burned thousands of calories.  Now you just feel like… a glutton.  Apparently doctors have confirmed there is a depression that affects endurance athletes after a race.  But then again, scientists confirm a lot of useless crap.

My mom, with a little too much excitement in her voice, asked if I was done cycling and racing.  My answer to her was, I’m just getting started. She’s never been a fan, and being the woman that she is, has no shame in telling me so.  Apparently most people thought I was going to put away my bike and join in on the societal norm.  Rediscover my party days, and even more absurd, start going out on weekdays.  But contrary to popular belief, I didn’t get burned out, quite the opposite.  I took two weeks to regain some of the sanity I have left, ate a little more than I should and slept as much as I wanted.  I rekindled my romance with my bed.  No workout, no worries…not exactly my thing.  Ironman may be over, the Ironman appetite and eating are still very much present.  So, in order to myself under control I went back to my love/hate relationship with clean eating, joining Jungle Fitness 30 Day Challenge.  Yes, highlight of it all is going back to Jungle Fitness.  I didn’t realize how much I missed it….and needed it! Sometimes, you just want to lift heavy sh*t.   It helps when you’re on the same boat as a lot of other people, all as crazy as I am.  I will miss you apple pie and Saturday afternoon Starbucks treats.

The triathlon season may not be over, but Monica Rosa is done racing for the year.  I think one is enough.  The beauty of it all, is now I can do whatever training I please.  Freedom.  It’s been kind of nice to wake and be like today I will do……weights… manana, I shall ride my bike.  It’s kind of nice to get a little “wild.” And for the next few months it’s going to be all about working on my weaknesses.  Which of course are all three disciplines, my weak muscles, and beer.  I’m very keen lately on doing whatever the hell I want in many aspects and it feels pretty damn good.   And since I love my bike so much, let’s work on that until I can keep up with the big boys, and girls!, of A4C  (one day, far far away).  Since I miss my muscles, lets put in some more hours at the Jungle.  I don’t want to take a break, I don’t want to eat unhealthy, I don’t want to “relax”. I want to be better, I want to be stronger.  Turn down for what. ~ AddingMoMiles

Race Week, Really?!

So I sat on the floor last night infront of the pile of race gear, pills, heed, nutrition, sunblock, socks, Vaseline, etc etc wrapping my head (and calming myself) about the race being so close.  Yea, just sitting there.  It felt so far far away when I started training for it back in February.  Ha, jokes on me, cause it’s here.  We’ve been checking the weather more than Al Roker.  Freakin’ out as we see the temperature for Sunday climb.  It’s about 97 degrees right now, you check another site, it tells you 99.  There really isn’t a big difference between 97-99 .  It’s gonna be f’ing hot.  You can’t control it, you can only prepare for it.  And put ice down your pants! Oh believe me, it feels nice.

What I looked like on the floor of my room.

All the talk about heat brings me flash backs of my first (and only) half ironman..PTSD kind of stuff.  It was also in the 90 degrees and it did not go well.  I was slightly traumatized and told myself I would never do an Ironman.  Look at me now.  But I made a promise to myself to train, to prepare and to think differently.  I even surprised myself by sticking to my training plan as much as I did.  There were still hours that weren’t swum, or missed miles on the bike.  I don’t know if it’ll make a difference, nor do I care, what’s done is done. LOUISVILL IS HERE! (typing turrets).  I’ve been told that training for an Ironman is harder than the actual Ironman; I’ll let you know if it’s true, I don’t really believe them.  I trained for this race not on speed, but preparing myself to just keep going.  I’m not fast, but I got my Ironman trot down, even got my speed walking shuffle.  Slow and steady is going to get me to the finish line and it’s the race plan I’m sticking to. The best thing about it being your first, I have no time to beat.  I am nervous, but not about what I can do, but about things that I can’t control.  I have my race plan A, B, C, D and crawling.  I got my nutrition down to the hour. And I apparently need to use the number of times I pee to monitor my hydration; must pee twice during the bike (hopefully no one steals my bike while I’m in the port-o-potty).  I’m prepared, I’ve trained, I am ready.  I rollercoaster between a frat boy LETS DO THIS and a very scared holy crap.

My current status

I leave tomorrow morning for Louisville and that one of hardest thing is doing it without my family there.  They haven’t been to many of my races, but the one they were there for has been my favorite by far.  There are many things I’ll forget about these races, you start to do so many, but one of the few things I’ll keep with me is my sister sprinting the finish line next to me screaming like if I had come in first (far from it).  She’ll be there in spirit and it’ll get me to the finish line, in one way or another she manages to show her incredible support.  But I am blessed with a great training team, even those not doing the race.  Without them, I wouldn’t be doing this race and I wouldn’t have gotten thru a lot these last couple of months.  To them I’m so grateful.  Alright enough mush, I’m becoming a sap, and hopefully the next post will be telling you that I am officially an Ironman.  Actually, it will be.  Next stop, Louisville, Kentucky. ~ AddingMoMiles.

Checklists

As the checklist gets longer and the race inches closer, there are so many thoughts that cross your mind.  Am I ready? As ready as I’m going to be, and if not, too bad. Did I train enough? Probably not.  What if something goes wrong? Plot twist whaaaaat.  What kind of mental demons will I be facing out there? Serious ones, like Ursula at the end of The Little Mermaid type shit. Flat tire? I’m screwed.  Deep river creatures and runoff pesticide poison?  Bring them on. I should have gotten a that tenuous shot. I may be able to stop and fry an egg on the side walk if I get hungry mid race, it’ll be that hot.  What are the port-a-potties going to be like?  Death by suffocation of smell.  Cycling shorts or tri shorts? Screw that, comfort, so I’m getting naked in that changing tent. What the hell was I thinking?  Too late for that shit, next thought.   I can possibly write 4 pages of everything that is going thru my mind at this point.  My bike gets dropped off to be shipped this week, I start organizing what goes into each of the 47 bags . For those of you that may not know you get 4 bags, one from swim to bike (that has all you change into on the bike), a special needs bag (there’s a station in the bike you will stop for this), one back from bike to run (this has everything you change into for the run), and finally a special needs on the run, a station about half way on the run.  You put pretty much everything you may think you may need, band-aids, pain-killers, a cheeseburger, everyone has their own method of madness out there.  I’m kidding about the cheeseburger…I hope.  I’m hoping TSA doesn’t stop me for drug smuggling from all the pills and powders going into this race.  And I’m sure they’ll wonder why I have so much Vaseline.  Don’t ask sir, don’t ask.

Physically, I’m tired, I’ve been training since February, common’ now.  I took two days off last week, even a Saturday morning ride.  I slept until 1pm, I honestly can’t remember the last time I did this… it was heavenly.  I think my alarm clock was in shock…and so was my pillow.  If I head off to race in this condition, it’ll be ugly. Curled up in fetal position ugly.  So I’m taking this week as relaxed as possible, just keeping my muscles moving.  My cool, calmed and collective self (doesn’t really exist) has officially abandoned me.  When people ask me about it, my initial reaction is to cover my ears and scream la la la la to not hear about the race.  You put so much into something, so much of yourself, your time, your dedication that the thought of something going wrong, the thought of possibly not accomplishing your goal, shakes you.  Forget the actual money that goes into these races, but the volume of passion, sheer will, it would be heartbreaking not to reach it.  Everyone tells you, you’re ready, you’re going to finish and I know they’re right but my initial thought is always, how do you know? But I’m so grateful for their motivation and faith. Now it’s time to have fun, 140.6 miles of it.  Louisville or bust. ~ AddingMoMiles

Plot Twist

Two weeks ago there was a slight plot twist in my training, fun right? Saturday morning started out normal.  My usual battle with the alarm clock, lots of snoozing, and then jumping out of bed when I realize I’m late.  Pack up like if I’m heading out for the Tour de France and head over for our long ride with All4Cycling.  Start up our warm up, talking about the new USA shows (mixed reviews to be honest) and all of a sudden I’m heading straight for the asphalt.  The guy in front of hit a reflector on the street and took his wheel out, seriously these things are and apparently out to get me.  No time to react, just enough time to hit the brakes.  The whole thing was in slow motion and never ending.  The second he hit the floor I knew I was eating pavement.  With all the finesse in the world I took a little air and landed shoulder first, bounced a few times (people wear your helmets)…and may have possibly rolled sideways, I really can’t say cause I was focusing on the pain shooting thru my arm. All I heard was a bunch of noise cause my thoughts were just screaming.   In real dramatic fashion, being Monica and all, I swore my Ironman career was over.  Siting in someone’s driveway waiting to be picked up, cause of course I wasn’t allowed to continue riding, gave me a few minutes to calm myself.  So it pretty much meant taking a few days off, thrilling.  The next morning I felt like I had been severely beat with a metal object, but just to be sure, I got on the bike.  I lasted a good 1:15 before my shoulder said what the hell were you thinking! Pissed, I packed up and went back home to get back in bed and catch up on the Tour and ice.  Side note: TDF, full of plot twist!

Fast forward two weeks later, eleven pounds of ice, a few tears of frustration (I got stuck in my clothes a lot), a new hate for potholes on the bike, a few painful runs and I got back in the pool for the first time this morning.  My shoulder wasn’t thrilled but good enough to know I can make it thru a 2.4 mile swim tomorrow if necessary.  What I was most upset about, deferring Huntington Triathlon, I was so hoping to get my first podium.  Small races are my only hope…for the time being J The good thing is I was confident enough with my training the last few months to know that taking it easy for a few days wouldn’t really do much harm.  I think it was actually beneficial cause I felt like I was starting to burn out.  I was so mentally drained, I ran without the soles of my shoes.  Yes, no soles….just kind of forgot them at home.

Spectating does have its perks 🙂

So, it’s August  1^st, Ironman month…countdown begins!  It felt so far away when I started training for it, it’s kind of surreal that it’s actually here.  I was relatively calm until I woke up and my phone said August.  If it didn’t feel real, it just got real.  The prep work starts now… list of what goes in each bag (a lot of sunblock and Vaseline), tune up for BABS (my bike), touching up the final details of my nutrition plan (seems like life or death for this race), mentally prepping myself for the longest day of my life (longest.day.ever).  Taking deep breaths.  Practicing my ironman trot.  Picturing my shoot finish (prepping for the pictures of course).  But I can say with all certainty, I am ready for this.  I have never felt so excited, yet so scared for something in my life ~ AddingMoMiles

What’s another word for tired?

So I have paid for my bike to make its way to Louisville (cost more to get her there than myself…that’s some bull) and got a letter from the Race Director.  Not personalized, generic, but he had his assistant take the time to type it up, that was thoughtful.  You can say things are getting serious.  I took my relationship with training to the next level, I started uploading my Garmin data and started using Strava.  Strava is for kicks and giggles, it’s kind of to see who has the bigger balls and name your workouts funny things.  Social Media for cyclist and runners.  Don’t come at my with the Garmin uploading, yes it took me this long.  I went old school, excel baby.  It’s gotten to that point in training where I’m just really tired all the time.  This weekend I rode my first 100 miles ever and got off that saddle pretty damn proud of myself.  Superman pose style.  Cuase 100 miles isn’t hard enough lets add lightening, torrential down pour, and a pair of dogs.  Seriously though, race day someone release a pack of dogs after me, I definitely got up there in speed.  The next morning, I wanted to throw my bike off the Key Biscayne bridge…and so did my lady parts.  100 miles on the bike was followed by a half marathon the next day.  Really? Like pause for a moment and let that sink in.  I remember when I use to taper and then recover for 2-3 weeks after a half marathon.  Those were the good ol’days of peace and tranquility.  Needless to say, Monday morning I was in serious distress, and let’s not even get into the status of my hair and attire that day.

 Mother Nature making training easier

The result

I’m getting text from my mother asking me if I’m alive, my grandfather was about to put my picture on the back of a milk carton, and my sister is constantly threatening to disown me (not sure that would be so bad).

My friends are planning on these very exciting outings I have zero energy.  They wonder if I’m drunk or exhausted.  Not to mention they make fun of my tan lines.  Mostly things that require putting on clothes again and looking presentable are quick frankly just difficult.

Social and dating life…that’s cute.  I mean honestly, I can barely squeeze in doing my eyebrows and getting my nails done.  I’m starting to resemble wolverine and it’s not pretty.  Really, how can I go on a date with all that going on?  I live in a city where women put on fake eyelashes to go to the grocery store; it’s hard to be out in public like this.  If someone can share with me a 24 hour nail place, I would be forever in your good graces.

I’m hungry, I’m hangry, I want to eat anything and everything.  Sure, I’m burning thousands of calories but a doughnut or French fries still go straight to the mid-section.   So it’s a constant battle not to stick my face in every dessert that crosses my path.

I’m cranky, very very cranky.  My bed looks heavenly and it’s where I want to camp out.  So the fact that I am forced to get out of it early every morning is painful.  My road rage has reached new levels of scary but atleast I get all those words that aren’t social acceptable out of my system.  If another mom tells me “wait till you have kids, then you’ll know the meaning of tired”, I’m trading her kids for my training peaks, lets see how long she last.  My home feels like it’s a mess (lets not talk about my room).  I’m contemplating putting a sign that says “Excuse the mess, we’re training for an Ironman” at the front door to caution visitors.  But complaining aside, and I’m good at complaining, I’m almost there and still enjoying taking all this in. ~AddingMoMiles

 

 

Countdown Begins

 

61 day till Louisville!!! #@%&!!! Now that I have that off my chest…can you tell I’m a little excited. Yes, excited! Surprisingly not nervous, scared or curled up in the fetal position in a corner. I thought at this point in training I would have had some kind of breakdown or sending this race to hell but I’m not. I can honestly say it isn’t going too bad. I would love to bask in the glory that is sleeping in some Sundays and not come close to running a half marathon on a Thursday night that leaves me comatose but in general I’m staying pretty calm and collected. This kind of worries me cause calm and collected isn’t really my thing. I may be making this up, but I’m going to say I feel like I’m finally mentally there; lets light some candles this last until race day.

Life out by Robert’s in Homestead

I think it’s seeing the results that have me in this I will survive moment.  After a lot of frustration, some anger, and a few temper tantrums, my bike is where I want it to be. I’m hitting averages that I have never hit before. They say it’s the borrowed 404’s, I’m saying it’s all my big ol’legs. I’m well on my way to my goal time for the bike in the race. My goal is to cross the finish line but I got a few times in my head to keep me a little motivated on race day. No, I won’t be sharing them. I am genuinely enjoying being on the bike. Maybe not always 5 hours, but I don’t look at it like homework. I was constantly thinking and over analyzing when I would go out on the bike. What if I start to hard and blow up my legs, I don’t like being in the group cause it’s absolute madness sometimes, am I drinking enough water? Screw that. Now I’m getting on that bike, getting all up in the group, pushing myself and it’s a damn good time. If my legs blow up, I just pedal myself back at whatever speed they can go. Obviously this isn’t my race day strategy, but it’s getting me the strength, speed and mental willpower I’m going to need because when you’re 3:30 hours in, you’re legs screaming mercy, and you’re still out there in the middle of homestead, you have no choice but to make it back. My run, doesn’t get a whole soliloquy like my bike (no surprise) but I’m getting thru them. We don’t always see eye to eye but I don’t dread them anymore (progress).

Seriously

There are few things one fears when training more than injury. This past weekend the back of my knee really started to hurt, turns out it’s my calf. So much that I had to take Sunday off. I did bask in the glory that is sleeping in Sunday morning, but it was bittersweet. I wanted to train; I don’t want to put my progress on pause.   But better a few days than a few weeks. I am worried, moments of panic as I limped back to my car when it started to hurt again on yesterday’s run but I’m icing, rolling, and going straight to therapy before it gets any worse. Ain’t no one got time for this ~ Adding Mo Miles

Hello 28

 

I’m turning 28!! I’m still processing the fact that I graduated highschool 10 years ago, but you know what, I still fit into my prom dress so it’s kind of ok. It may sound weird, but I’m enjoying growing older. Early twenties were filled with doubt, awkward moments, and completely self involved. I like where I am at this point in my life, worked hard to get here. I remember birthday celebrations consisted of two week long celebrations, 7 new outfits, an itinerary of events, lots of alcohol and some serious hip hop video dance moves. This year, there may still be small amount of alcohol, but it’s mostly to numb the pain of my birthday weekend training schedule. One thing doesn’t change, getting together to celebrate with my favorites.

Yes, I am still training this weekend. I’m gonna be wildin’ out on my bike poppin’ bottles of Heed.  Why wouldn’t I do something I love to do on my birthday? I mean, secretly I’m wishing it was a little shorter; a 3:45 brick…Happy Birthday MO!! I can’t think of a time in the last 4 years that a birthday has stopped me from working out and that’s not changing this year. This birthday is a little bit special cause it comes with a new job. I’m pretty much starting an entire new chapter and it is exactly what I wanted and needed; a clean slate. I made myself a promise in April that I would not be where I was at that moment when I was blowing out my candles and I accomplished just that. And the plus side, my training has improved! (pause for dance) Mostly where I am mentally, but I can definitely feel myself more focused. Not that I have much leeway, less than three months left!!! (crap)

So what do I want in my 28^th year of my so called life? Lets start with becoming an Ironman. Duh.  Fun, I want this year to be about joy, good times, laughing hard again and just living in the moment (while slightly keeping an eye on my future goals). Unpausing my career and focusing on that new position (on that grind).  Visit somewhere I have yet to go (and Louisville, Kentucky doesn’t count). A PR baby, common I wouldn’t be an athlete if that wasn’t in there. A pull-up! For the love of god I will get a pull-up! Go back to enjoying the little things the way I use to, I felt like my life was on pause. So here’s to a weekend of guiltless large amounts of cake, maybe a cheeseburger, my peeps, and blowing out 28 candles ~ Adding Mo Miles

 

#TRAININGPROBLEMS

I sat in my car this morning and realized that there’s a stench of the jungle. I walked into my room and there is workout clothes, both clean and dirty hanging throughout my room. I open my dishwasher and it’s mostly water bottles and shakers. Not only training for an Ironman, but training period comes with some interesting life changing #fitpeopleproblems you just have to learn to accept. There’s no point in fighting it, it just increases frustration. It’s not only #fitpeopleproblems, it’s #triathleteproblems, #cyclistproblems, #fitgirlproblems, #runnersproblems, you name it…fit people got 99 problems and sometimes a bitch is one. (#haters)

#trainingproblems – your beach towels become towels to cover your car seat from your dripping sweat. God forbid you forget one, cause the next time you sit in the chair, it’s still wet.

#trainingproblems – 80% of your laundry pile is workout clothes. I know those that workout regularly have enough to last like 2-3 weeks but I don’t recommend waiting more than a week cause a nice little stench starts to creep out of your hamper.

#cyclingproblems – I can get up, go out, and ride for hours. But the thought of getting out of bed for the indoor trainer is just too much to bare.

#runnerproblems – No those aren’t calluses on my feet, those are blisters that got blisters on them…and yes I must smear Vaseline all over my feet.

#fitgirlsproblems – I may have calluses on my hands sometimes cause a girls gotta get her lifting in.

#cyclistproblems – Finding a clean and decent way to blow your nose on the bike. Snot rockets may work for men, but they aren’t exactly attractive for a lady. But to be honest, by hour 4, you could care less about being a lady.

#trainingproblems – I have shoes for long runs, races, short runs, cross training, leg day. Yes I need that many running shoes.

#triathleteproblems – I have 5 different colors. I have tan lines from my cycling jersey, my tri top, my racer back, cycling shorts (they all have different lengths), my gloves, my socks, and even my Road ID bracelet. I am a zebra of tan lines. They’re my racing stripes and on most days I wear them with pride.

#trainingproblems – Supplements and recovery. I may need to start selling myself on a street corner to afford recovery, glutamine, whey, powdered substances, electrolytes and my eating habits in general. I spent years avoiding salt, now I am paying for salt filled pills. Ironic.

#cyclingproblems – #dead after a 5 hour ride and your just staring at your filthy bike hoping it somehow cleans itself. Common telepathy.

#trainingproblems – Always assume I’m sore and/or tired.

#triathleteproblems – Compression socks are sexy, don’t try to change our minds.

#fitgirlproblems – I swim, bike, run, and strength train… no, I can’t change my schedule cause you want me to go to dinner at 10pm, meet for coffee during the time you know I go for a run, or talk until 1am cause my alarm is set for 5:20am.

#cyclingproblems – Putting all the gunk on your junk only to open the door and realize it’s pouring rain #fail.

#cyclingproblems – When someone in a meeting points out your chain ring tattoo from your morning ride. Yes I showered but I was running to get to this ridiculous meeting on time and didn’t notice it. It requires serious scrubbing…you wouldn’t understand non cycling mortal.

#fitpeopleproblems – No I don’t want a cupcake, no really I don’t want the cupcake, no I’m not on a diet I just don’t want the cupcake. Would you leave me the hell alone I don’t want your stupid cupcake!!!! Secretly, I want to dive face first into the delicious, icing of the cupcake.

I’m about that life. ~ Adding Mo Miles