It’s been a week since I tried giving up sugar cold turkey for Lent. Two days later, I was in bed with a migraine so bad I couldn’t move, eat, drink or do anything besides sleep for more than 12 hours.
“Good luck with that,” someone told me when I was one day in. I could do it, I told them. “I can do anything.”
Well, you know what they say about your body giving out way before your mind, it’s true with sugar, too. I researched why and learned I needed to wean myself off, instead.
I cheated today and downed a large coconut mocha at a coffee shop with my business partner. We are preparing to debut our first company t-shirt at this year’s Daytona Bike Week.
I’m especially excited because the mission behind the business is something I’m extremely passionate about: promoting women competing in sports to encourage and foster more females to participate. It’s no secret that women earn less in wages than men for doing an equal day’s work -about 80 cents to every man’s dollar, which has actually shrunk the wage gap from 70 – and only a fraction of mainstream sports media covers women other than a brief mention. But across the genres, female athletes put in the same effort and are just as capable and competitive as men with similar skills and talents.
With B Cup Racing, Inc., my partner and I plan on providing content that will resonate with our intended audience of competitive female athletes (as well as the men who love those women.) We aim for equal play and so we will provide it, and not with pics of sporty chicks wearing string bikinis. Sex appeal is not something we plan on covering. Well, not that much.
Bookmark bcupracing.com. now.
I was pretty stoked about my second place finish at the Enduro last weekend but not so much now that the scores are posted showing me in third place…I’m not sure what or how the scores were changed after the fact, but I digress.
The race left A LOT to be desired for everyone, specifically that the course was less than 60 miles not including the two 10-mile long transfer sections, which don’t count as far as our scores are concerned but counter into the mileage? Add to my displeasure that when I arrived at a few checkpoints, the course workers moved slower than turtles getting over to my scorecard and then were confused about what to write for my time, which cost me precious time. First place, er, second place now, only beat me by 3 minutes. That’s all the time I’m going to waste on this. I feel cheated but I still burned 1,539 calories – average speed was 15.3 mph and max was 45.9 mph – in just under 3 hours with an average heart rate of 165 and a max of 190 around the 27 minute mark.
Looks like Fifty Shades of Grey is more popular than Jesus.
Monday estimates for Universal Focus’ Fifty Shades of Grey show the movie earned $85 million on its Valentine’s Day and President’s Day weekend debut. The racy romance movie topped the Passion of the Christ’s previous $83.8 million February weekend box office record, which it held since 2004, according to Deadline.
Notably, estimates from other sources stated that the movie failed to live up to Passion’s opening earnings. The New York Post, for example, cited an $81.7 million figure for Fifty Shades on Monday. Official numbers are due later this week.
While the adaptation of the erotic romance novel cashed in more than Mel Gibson’s movie about Jesus Christ’s last hours on earth, it’s not Universal’s best weekend opening ever. Both 2013’s Fast & Furious 6 ($97.4 million and 2011’s Fast Five ($86.2 million) made more.
I just discovered the web browser version of the WordPress experience is much friendlier than the app I downloaded. Maybe now I’ll start posting more.
Anyway, this weekend is another trip to the races. First, to the flat track in Land O’ Lakes and then Sunday we’re racing the Lochloosa Enduro.
Last weekend I finished third (but no trophy; the club only awarded two trophies in the Women A class – bummer). The course was fast and my top speed was 49 mph with an average speed of 21. My bike ran really well for nearly all of the 40 miles in an hour and 45 minutes. I managed to keep my mistakes to a minimum except for one moment when I failed miserably and ended up face first crashing through muddy cow manure water in front of a crowd of spectators. At least I picked my bike up and it started right away and I didn’t need the guy’s help walking over toward me. I took off, soaking wet jersey sagging and smelly, cooled off and still having fun for two more laps.
No more crashes after that and I finished within 2 minutes of the leaders, so I think that’s some sort of record because I wasn’t even riding that hard due to my wet gloves, lack of grip and no goggles.
This weekend’s race takes place in Brighton, near Lake Okeechobee and the Indian reservation more than two hours away from the house. Plans are to arrive afternoon today and camp overnight. Here’s hoping the weather down south is more mild because last night temps dropped to the 40s.
My Fiesta dog seems excited that we’re going out camping. I’m anxious though after I tried working out last night and my shoulder popped out again during my deadlift to overhead press, which looking back was probably not the best exercise to work with a 5 days ago dislocated shoulder. So, I brought along my TIMS unit, the e-stim device for some on-the-road therapy. We’ll see.
“Sometimes it’s a little better to travel than to arrive.” Robert M. Pirsig, Zen And The Art of Motorcycle Maitenance
It’s been two days since I dislocated my shoulder and I still can barely get dressed – I went out for practice on Sunday with a few friends at a track new to me known as “the fox pen,” in Williston where the trees were so tight between my handlebars that it took me an entire 5-mile lap to remember how to ride again (plus, it was about 40 degrees and I hadn’t ridden in three weeks.) Then, on the second lap, once it all started coming back to me and I was able to get into “attack mode,” I smacked my barkbuster against one hard enough to pop my right shoulder out of socket and I had to stop and pop it back in before continuing. I did all that without crashing! So I’m pretty sure I won’t be making my 80-minute hot yoga class tonight, which is a bummer because the rest of my body could really use it. Last week’s Tuesday night sweat session had me crying by Savasana, the final resting pose. But I wasn’t sad, I was relieved and those were happy tears.
So it starts working on the backlog, trying to sort through some of that old mess, so you can finally unclutter your innermost being. Things you haven’t thought about in years suddenly rise up in Warrior II, and you can’t stop crying in Savasana because you’re infinitely sad and have no idea why. – What Nobody Tells You About Yoga
you’re not going to be a successful entrepreneur unless you find something people need that doesn’t already exist, and then go after creating that service or product with an intensely creative spirit.” http://www.entrepreneur.com/slideshow/241817
I rang in the New Year by trading in my Ranger for a F-150 so I have a lot more room to look like I’m living out of my car. Monday marks the first day of the Spring semester and I reported to my office this week for the first time in 2015. It’s just as I left it: a mess, with scribble-scrabbled sticky notes everywhere and piles of paper in various stages of organization. So I’ve spent the past few days clearing up some clutter.
I’m scheduled to solo-teach five classes and co-teach another one, so that’s six total syllabi that I must prepare before Monday. I am thankful to have a weekend off from racing since I’ll be stuck behind the computer typing away…
Honestly, I’ve barely had time to recover from my fall course load and all the hoopla that surrounds the holidays. I need a vacation from my vacation! I planned to catch up on all that I hadn’t had time to do last fall, but I ran out of time with Christmas parties, dinners and New Years celebrations.
I also spent the first weekend of the year camped out in a field near Brooksville at the Florida Trail Riders Hare Scrambles shooting more than 1,000 photos in two days and racing more than 34 miles on Sunday as well (along with a 5-mile trail run on Saturday morning!). We set up camp on Friday night and Saturday morning I woke up to run the track before practice started. It was one of the most excruciating workouts I’ve had in a while, and I thought I was in decent shape! Judging from my heart rate monitor, I need to run the track more often! My heart rate averaged 183 bpm and I maxed out at 198 bpm.
I think it helped tremendously being able to scope out the track before my race on Sunday. I even hit practice with confidence. During my 8.66-mile practice, my heart rate averaged 173 and my max was 191. In my 34.39-mile race, I averaged 176 and maxed out at 196.
Running still wins as the fastest way to get in shape! I burned 617 calories in my 1:10:26-run and 869 calories in my 1:56:03 race! What’s also interesting is my average speed in practice was 14.3 mph and during my race 17.8 mph, which is almost a minute faster per mile, according to the numbers.