Now that we are back in Denmark and I no longer have the luxury of day care for Mattias or my mom to help, I have reverted to old ways of thinking:
"The easiest way to become a faster runner in the next 7 weeks may be simply to lose weight"
Running for two hours a day every day with a baby jogger at a slow pace is just not going to get me into better shape. So what about a crash diet?
As of this morning I'm 52.2 kg. I'm actually happy with that. If I go much lower, I'll be the annoying skinny woman who always has to wear a sweatshirt while working out slowly on the elliptical. Once you get to the point you can fit your thigh in an "ok" hand sign, you'll no longer be able to run an ultra (I guess I'm pretty far form that).
This weekend I was alone with the two kids. And I caved: I got a babysitter. I guess I have resolved that it's better to spend money and get an intense workout than to rely on anorexia to get faster. Here was the agenda for the morning:
-run to gym (1 mile)
-spinning for one hour (35 minutes over 80% max pulse. Hear me out: spinning in the US does not hold a candle to spinning in Denmark. You make yourself sick with exhaustion here simply because your pulse is being continually monitored and is on display in front of the room for everyone to see, so once you start lagging, everyone knows - and 35 minutes over 80%, at times over 90%, max pulse is NOT easy! I say this so you know how totally hard core I am.)
-I then attempted to simulate a sprint triathlon transition by changing my shoes and jumping on a treadmill (this WAS interrupted by cleaning my bike off). I ran a 1km warm-up (that was dumb in retrospect, if I were trying to simulate a triathlon) and then forced out a 5k in 22:14. Holy cow. It was great. I could hardly move. But I had a little time before
-CX works, so I hopped on the stair climber and then went to the class.
A killer wokout with 30 minutes of core afterwards. Much better than sitting around trying not to eat.
For those of you hoping for other sorts of naughty thoughts: don't worry, I have those, too.
Remember my love for Andy Schleck? Well, after seeing this picture, I felt a little, well, betrayed...
And Enrique Iglesias hasn't made any new songs lately.
So while I was running the 5k on the mill, I fell for a figure skater: Adam Rippon.
The fact that he missed a few landings at the ISU championships in Canada today made me like him all the more. (let's ignore the fact he must be half my age)
See SR, this is what your weekends on call do to me!
And it is a good thing I have a soft spot for boys who like girls. Yesterday, a woman came up to The Lorax, Mattias and me and said "what a cute baby! And that must be her older sister!" Oh, my. Where to begin? Nevermind the fact Mattias was in blue and The Lorax in Spiderman. The thing is, this is not the first but the 10th time it has happened and soon The Lorax will be embarrassed.
You judge for yourselves. They look like boys to me. (taken 10 minutes ago)
Okay, so maybe it is time to make an appointment for a haircut.
I've owed you a song for a long time. I have no new running songs. But I like this song (it's nice):
Diamond Heart by Active Child