As the World Turns
It’s been a very, busy, busy week.
I’m been lost in the ‘fog’.
That would be when life overwhelms me and I’m not sure what to be working on or focusing on. My list…I think, that’s been the problem. The list, or maybe no list, or the list isn’t long enough, or sometimes, just sometimes…
Something comes up and crimps you.
Today was a nice day. Just relaxed, took it easy.
Sunday is the day the magic happens. Where I sit down look at data files, ATP’s and personal stress loads and write training programs.
Saturday I had a great swim. I generally go on Saturdays when Ken’s at home in TX. I swam:
600 warm up
300 swim
200 pull
100 kick
8 x 75 Pull; descending
8 x 75 Kick; descending
8 x 75 Swim; descending.
200 lolly gag cool down.
Friday was a killer rollers workout. I had one girl home, no school, 1 girl home because of fever. My roller workout became the workout of the week; as is:
w/u for 10 minutes
Gradually Build Gears until you are in a 53 and a 17 in the back.
30 seconds MAX/30 seconds OFF (off is 3 gears off in the back) or drop to small ring.
5 minute Recovery
Gradually bring the gears back up to a 53 x 15 in the back 2 minutes, as hard as you can go.
1 minute easy
Bring back up to 53 x 12 for another 2 minutes.
5 minute recovery
10 x 30 seconds ON/OFF: ON at 53 x 12; OFF at 53 x 15
cool down.
Everyone needs to do this workout!
Thursday, a girl off school. I know one thing: I miss running.
Wednesday I rode up Tramway. I timed it: 20 minutes to La Cueva Turn off. And then, rode up there a ways. I didn’t break one time on the descent on Tramway. That was hard. That was an MSS workout. Then, I lolly gagged home.
I did a mountain bike ride. A short one, it was about an hour. It was fast. it was on my race wheels. When my race wheels are on, it’s 5 less pounds to drag around. It’s like nothing.
Monday, I swam at Master’s. I can’t remember my workout, but I remember, being very happy after wards.
My long ride was on Friday. I had an affair on my Boyfriend Scott. I took my Scott up to do my 5 plus hour ride. And he wouldn’t shift. My chain was rubbing on my front derailleur and as tired as I was, there was no big ringing it for 5 plus hours. So I went home, got Loose Lucy, my Kona, she’s so dreamy. I did many laps. Ran into an old friend, Erik Peterson, rode some more, rode some on the road with Kimmie and then, another short lap off road. 5 hours and 20 minutes. I was tired after that. That’s why I wanted to ride another lap.
Then, I would have to commit to the whole lap, there was no way of getting around it.
It was awesome.
I did notice, I began my taper a little early. I’m not sure if I did it on purpose. I think, I did. I’m not sure. It worked divine though, because I had two mandatory days off. So I’m doing what is called:
A double dip taper. That’s when you start a taper, do a small build and then, taper down again.
The intensity of the Taper has felt really good.
4 days of being Mom, I’m looking forward to what the trail brings me tomorrow. REALLY, REALLY looking forward to what the trail brings me.
Looks like 2 hours with friends. I’m committed to 3 hours, and will probably ride more than that. We’re going to Copper which is good, I’ve never started there, but I’m dying to know how to get to U-Mound.
I keep missing it every time I ride there.
I think, I will drive to the trail with the recyclables. It’s been very, very cold in the mornings.
I have to ride TEMPO. The girls I’m going with, are fast. So it will be a good time.
I’ve been working a lot! I mean A LOT.
Continuing Education.
Lots of it. Some of it not so exciting, some of it REALLY exciting. At my level, I don’t always learn when I do some continuing education. If I take something away from it, I consider it a good day. The last few weeks, I have done between 3 and 4 hours of continuing education each week.
I love learning.
I’ve started to look at the 50 miler topo in Leadville.
I can’t run yet.
It’s a bummer.
I’ve never thought I would say, I miss running. But I really, really miss running. I know it’s weird. I wish I could go run a half marathon. I would.
My toes doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s the ligament.
I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.
On the bike it sucks.
I have no power in my left leg, and I have no time to try to get it back before Palo Duro Canyon.
I’m having a really, really tough time. I kinda want to race open at Palo Duro, but since I’m so out of shape, and have a broken toe, and no power in my left leg, maybe I should just race the old ladies class.
I want to race open. I just don’t feel like I have the conditioning to do well.
Although, I think, I’m getting in race shape.
Since I’ve moved from the Gas Patch, my diet has not changed at all, but I’m getting a wee bit of a belly. I’m getting more muscle mass back.
I look healthy, but I definitely have a few extra pounds. Which, as emaciated as I looked when I lived in the Gas Patch, I think, I look good.
I’m still a small, a size 4. It’s just weird. I’ve filled back out. I got some boobs back. Some lean muscle mass. I felt like I was a holocaust victim, in more than one way.
It’s just happy to be healthy again. It doesn’t help me how much I miss my husband, or how hard it is to go through each day, knowing we are not together.
I love him so much, and wish he were here everyday with us.
It’s hard.
It explains a lot of why I do things on Facebook that I do. I don’t think, I’ve lost any friends because of it yet. I don’t want to offend any one. So I have made the suggestion, if it’s offensive, or makes people fume, just like my page: zoefitness page.
On some days I just can’t get by with how offensive it has been to me to: have my entire life turned upside down because the Gas Industry made me sick, how I had to move out of my home to have an existence, how my girls had to go to different schools. No that’s offensive. I’m just trying to make a difference.
I never, never, want anybody to have to go through what I have had to go through, or what I still go through. I have illnesses now that will never go away. I had my first reaction to paint, I get the weird feeling every time I go by a cement plant/factory.
So please, help people help themselves, help do your best to keep Gas Industry out of your neighborhood and where your children go to school.
A lot of people, including my family and my husband, thought I wanted to move because of Texas. Well, some of it has to do with Texas, but only because Texas has the most relaxed regulation on polluters, and oil and gas in the country. Texas is not bound by the laws of the EPA. Those regulations, or lack of regulations is what made me sick, and has and is making many other people sick too.
Enough of that.
Last week, other than missing my friends, and my husband on a daily basis, is I miss my mansion. I love where we live but when I went to visit my friend, I got really sad.
It’s nice to be able to pivot and be in the living room, and pivot and be in the kitchen, and pivot and be in the living room. But I miss my 2 acre lot in the country. What Ken and I bought, as our dream home, to grow old in. The place we thought our girls would bring their families and we would sit around the Christmas Tree and open presents.
All ruined by the rush of profit for the Gas Industry.
There’s nothing wrong with Natural Gas. American has 100 years of it saved up.
So much, these greedy bastards who are shaving safety off the pad sites, are going to sell it off to China.
I got sick, and that would be one thing, if we really needed the gas. I got sick, and they are going to sell it to China! China! Why not keep it here, in America.
After all it’s ruining our country, our water supply our air.
And they are selling it to China and France.
France, banned horizontal hydraulic fracturing because of all the problems we have in America.
So I got kicked out of my Dream Home, can’t live with my husband…for what?!?
So now, I guess, you know what’s been bottled up inside me causing this fog.
It really wasn’t a fog.
It was the need to vent.
I wish I could tell everyone my story, how this has effected me. I tell you, you tell someone else, and maybe we can stop the mayhem before it ruins anymore people’s lives.
I need to run.
I can’t wait to ride my bike.
Nothing else matters…
You health, your family, your passion for life.
In the end, that’s all that matters.