Seattle trip: Day 1

I love this city. Every time I get here, all I think about is moving to this liberal, art-centered mecca! It's a touchy hush-hush subject since I had planned on doing this after college, but because of fear and being apart from my parents, I just didn't.

Right where we left off from February, me and my cousin discussing life, boys art, decisions, Bermuda grass, and everything in between.

Then we headed to the EMP museum that had a Nirvana exhibit. I officially felt old! The Fastbacks is one of my favorite bands, and to find them part of an exhibit, discussing the roots of punk and music I gravitated towards to is just .... Surreal. A little oxymoronic but, validated nonetheless.

Below we ventured towarss Capitol Hill where my cousin lives.

This is the view from my cousin's apartment at Capitol Hill. Instantaneous jealousy swept through my soul!

We ended the day on a very peaceful note. My cousin and brother took us to St. Mark's Cathedral for a Sunday service of by far the most beautiful chant I have had to witness. It calmed the day's tensions and I felt whole. 

The departure

The gym had its first social hour Saturday night which I knew would be a blast! I love getting to see everyone in a different environment, all dolled up and dressed to the nines. We're so accustomed to our sweaty selves that it's nice to let loose and not worry about hitting PRs and if our dinner is paleo or not. 

Needless to say, after the night out I had yet to pack for my trip to Seattle, and to do this while not in my normal state was interesting. As I type this on the plane, I'm interested to know what I ended up putting in my suitcase. I guess Seattle may just have to bear with my last minute fashion sense.

 

My layover in Charlotte greeted me with Bojangles. Apparently it is the Famous Chicken 'n Biscuits. Now, please do as I say not as I do, because you can even see the grease seeping out of this bag. I did not have their said famous biscuits but their Cajun chicken was good. Vacation is off to a good start, diet wise!

As soon as I paid for it, my stomach also paid for it as well. I really do not miss fast food, and as much as I love to try new things, Bojangles and I are not friends.

To back track, I started drinking coffee again. According to Danny, I was not a different person, I functioned the same way and I still continued to have fits of insomnia. Sure, I should have waited, perhaps another week or so with my trial separation, but I'm going to the world of Seattle's Best Coffees and Starbucks ... It's just not the right time! 

Another hour of this long long flight...until next time when I'll have shots of mountains, trails, waterfalls and a skyline to one of my favorite cities of all time :)

Insomniac part 2

This is an ungodly hour.

4:37am.

I gave up coffee this week -- not a single cup of coffee was consumed to avoid random insomnia such as this. I have to be at HEW in less than 4 hours, plenty of time for a REM cycle, but surely not plenty enough time for proper rest. It's official. This wedding planning stuff has made me nuts-o.

The whole registry portion -- of adding things to a list to assist my close friends and family what to get us seems rather absurd to me. I am having a difficult time putting material things on a list, if I honestly don't really need anything. Sure, I can use newer linens and towels, but I honestly, don't need such things. I am re-thinking this registry business. And thus, I am ...thinking... overly thinking.

On a crossfit update:
Friday's WOD was a benchmark girl named Isabel (30 snatches for time / 95# Rx for grrls). I completed in 2:01 with a 42#, which I thought was a good starting point for this benchmark. I'm surprised I hadn't done this one before, but it has brought me to start liking snatches. Ha!

On a paleo update:
I was not so good this week with paleo. On Wednesday night, the movie theatre by my house was showing Back to the Future on screen as part of their Classic Movie Series (classic, I'm old!). I have never seen this best-movie-ever flick at the movie house before, so you could only imagine my excitement. This of course led to a non-paleo snack filled with movie theatre food and booze. Oh my awesome apple ciders that I cannot give up. I did pass on the opportunity for two treats today: a cake party (I don't like cake, so not really a win here) and a vanilla-iced dipped cone <-- big accomplishment here for saying no. I attribute falling on the wagon because of Marty McFly and reverting back to being a kid.

On a cat update:

from left to right: Fanta, Short Tail, Mas Boo Boos

Short Tail has a vet appointment tomorrow because she has been recently making strange throat noises lately. She has been purring louder than normal and it seems that she has water in her throat. A lot of my friends-with-cats have suggested she has eaten a bug/lizard, but I am just taking precautions.

Speaking of cats, I believe this stream-of-consciousness post is the first time I've ever mentioned my feline friends. To note, I have three: two siamese twins named Mas Boo Boos and Short Tail, and yes, from the same litter; and a forever kitten named Fanta (I believe she's a tabby-mixed bengal that has remained to be tiny and cute for two years now).





I believe some Zs need to be caught, or at least try to chase after them. Until next time, dear Insomnia!

If I had wings I would fly ... let me contemplate

Foto credit: Hard Exercise Works Boynton Beach

Right now when I walk into the gym, the ropes greet me with mockery. And I retreat to my shell and ask, why can't I just get up that rope? I've done it once before, why is a second time filled with doubt and frustration? This rope that simply makes my knees shake and my palms tremble. The rope that looks fun until you look down. I am not (rather trying not) to embellish on my fear, because that's what they all are, no matter how much I justify it with a scientific reason of a fear of heights; at the end of the day they are simply excuses. But I'm only human. And these excuses are what hinders me. I realize this nor am I going to add it to my fitness goals on how to work towards it ... because hell, I've been afraid of heights since I can remember.  

The rope thing is different than my double unders (still practicing this) or my pull ups (simply have to build on my kip more) or even handstands (note to self: practice more). The rope thing is not in my vernacular, it's not written for my future yet because right now, I simply am afraid for my life. 

I can push myself to get up that rope, try to get the trainers' assistance by assuring me that I can overcome fear ... but I need to shop where I can get a harness. Or at least angel wings. But again, I'm making excuses. I know this, my trainers know this and now you know this. So far now, I have been and will be doing up:downs ... lots and lots and lots of them, probably until gravity decides to fail us one day.

Another insult to injury, or ahem, probably excuse number 32,302; during a mile run today, my bum knee gave out and shot piercing pain all the way down my shins. This of course, compensated my run and as I made a leap at the end of the curb, I came tumbling down --- along with my pride and motivation. I hobbled back to the gym, however, and tried to finish the workout as best as I could. Right now, all I want to do is scream and cut off my leg and spring for a prosthetic, but that's just being too dramatic. Luckily, I didn't sprain my ankle or have any other future injury, but I was told to continue wearing my knee brace for most of the runs from now on. And ice, oh how I've missed thee.

On a better and less pessimistic post, this past weekend, Danny's best man/childhood friend visited us for the weekend. He was excited about doing all things active so he actually joined us for two WODs over the weekend. Saturday was an Obstacle Day, which I am proud to say that I finally jumped over a hurdle ... albeit I almost wiped out, but I freakin' did it, once at least. During the workout, I wanted to move fast, so I reverted back to wrapping my body around the hurdle instead of hopping. One day, I will gain flight, one day ... ya know, when all of that gravity fails again.

I should be a contestant on Wipe Out

BFFs

A falling out with lethargy and coffee

(Disclaimer: a found journal entry from the past prompts future goals)

It is 9:00am – and I have been awake since 2:45am. That’s almost six hours, similarly 12 episodes of a sitcom marathon or a nonstop drive from Boynton Beach, Florida to Savannah, Georgia. About half of this six was a lose-lose battle with insomnia and here I am, sleep-deprived and caffeine-infused.

According to a study, sleep loss leads to anxiety and poor food choices. The study used MRI scans to show how sleep deprivation impairs regions of the brain where food choices are made. Lack of sleep significantly impaired the frontal lobe, which controls behavior and decision-making. (SOURCE)

I’m so flippin’ screwed.

Fortunately, the lack of sleep is temporary … I hope.

Reading about the study is interesting, however, and I have to be cognizant today to make the best choices, food-wise. Considering I’ve missed Breakfast 1 and 2 already makes me a statistic – but I digress. The day is young …

To update, I did make poor choices that day and I constantly have to be reminded about my sleep habits by the next day's regret. More importantly, this blast from the past journal entry made me realize that I want to wean off coffee, scratch that … I want to quit coffee cold turkey. I’ve noticed that I rely on it in the morning, and now Mr. Coffee wants to hang out again come the afternoon. Sure, I’ve cut out dairy and only used almond milk, no sugar. But catching some Zs is worth the divorce with the stimulant. Next week, we’ll part our ways.

Which segues into my next thought: GOALS. I need to set aside fitness goals!

1. Divorce from coffee – start 7.15.13, update in two weeks
2.  Complete a WOD with Rx Push-ups – end date: 8.10.13
3.  Run another 5K marathon – date pending
4. Kipping pull-ups
5. Double unders

As I make this list I’ve noticed that I am a little embarrassed that I still can’t complete more than one kipping pull-up nor am I close to five consecutive double unders. And it’s purely because I don’t put any extra effort into them. That’s why I need GOALS! That’s why we all need goals.

GOOOOOOOAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLs.

Cheat Days and Free Slurpees

Let's be honest. The whole 100% paleo, 80% of the time is true. Today is officially my cheat day.

Because...today is ...


FREE SLURPEE DAY AT 7-11!!!

I have been attempting to follow my diet religiously, because ya know, I have a wedding dress to fit into. My choice is the paleo-zone diet that requires me on a portion-controlled regiment of protein, veggies and fruits and healthy fats such as nuts and seeds. This lifestyle is so easy and it fills me up like no other meals do. I'm constantly grazing and my energy levels are incredible during the workouts and throughout the day.

As a petite woman, my portions typically are underwhelming compared to America's standards. Standards, I chuckle at the thought.

All of this goes out the window, however. Because once in a while -- and not so often -- because I like to have strict, military-style rules for myself, I have a cheat day. Sure, people have cheat meals and a whole day of sugar-spiked treats is insane ... but did I mention it's free slurpee day at 7-11?!!

I'll see you there, but don't bogart the coke-flavor!!

Basslines and Baseline

About two to three years ago, the word "baseline" or its homophone, bassline; meant something different to me. It was the rhythmic lower-end to music of bands that I played for. Yes, I was once a rock star; a bass player to many pop punk bands from South Florida, which people either really loved or truly hated. Here are photos for reference:

Dressed as a cowgirl for no apparent reason

So that was my bassline circa 1999-2011.

My my.... how things have changed.....

My baseline nowadays is a physical fitness test, a true sense of the word. An ongoing reason for why I WOD and continue to step foot at my gym. Here's the fitness test:

500m row
40 squats
30 sit ups
20 push ups
10 pull ups

6/8/13: 5:18 minutes (all knee push ups, green band pull ups)

7/6/13: 5:10 minutes (knee to feet push ups, green band pull ups)

Shaving off 8 seconds gave me a 2% improvement. Perhaps the best 8 seconds I've ever heard.

Regardless the spelling both are good foundation to my goals. What were your goals 10 years ago?