by Courtney on June 14, 2010
Did you miss me?
I thought I’d check in during my blogging hiatus and let you know what I’ve been up to. Yes, I know blogging during my “blogging hiatus” sort of defeats the purpose, but it’s what I want. . .
So, I just watched the season 3 premiere of “True Blood” and it was ok. I mean, I was kind of confused the whole time, like I had no idea what was going on.
I’m re-reading “Twilight Saga: Eclipse” before the movie comes out in two weeks so that I can be really annoying and point out every single detail of the movie that doesn’t match the book.
I re-joined Weight Watchers because guuuurl, my pants are TIGHT. I’m a pro at WW. The first time I did it I was super motivated because I had a wedding dress to fit into 9 months down the road. But now I do it because another day in this fat suit is going to make me wanna jump. Ok, I’m not really fat. But I’m really hating on these rolls around my waistline that I’ve recently acquired. I blame my chunkiness on turning 30. My metabolism hit a brick wall. See how easy it is to not take responsibility?
I just dropped a small fortune at the GAP because they were having a big sale and if you used your GAP card, you’d get an additional 25% off. Let’s hope I don’t lose too much weight or else these ill-fitting purchases will really piss me off.
I rode 22 miles on my bike this past Saturday with my cycling group. After one hour and 45 minutes in 85 degree weather, I was so ready to get off that mutherfucker. How I ever did a 5-hour 65 mile bike marathon back in April, I’ll never know.
You can blame my bloggy hiatus on my recent 10-day trip back home to Indiana. I was on the go so freaking much that I never had time to sit down and veg in front of the computer. On the one hand, I was itching to blog as soon as the opportunity presented itself. But on the other, I kind of welcomed the break. Blogging can be such a therapeutic way to purge and cleanse, but it can also drive you mad and make you feel incompetent and uninteresting if your blogs suck enough to not elicit a single comment from readers.
I’m also driving myself crazy contemplating a blog name change. I don’t really like “Life at Thirysomething” anymore. I named the blog before turning 30, when I thought it was going to be this big deal. Now that I’m 30, I know that it ‘aint no thang and so the blog title no longer fits my focus. Problem is; I can’t think of anything cool that’s not already snatched up by some other douche blogger. I’d ask for readers to post new blog name ideas in the comments section, but I have this terrible fear of blogging rejection in the form of “0” comments when I ask the question, therefore, I won’t ask. But if you want to offer a suggestion despite me not asking for your opinion, go ahead. I won’t stop you.
Part of the reason I thought about taking a blogging hiatus is that I think I need to focus on things such as getting more sleep, spending more time in the gym, cleaning my house, and spending time with my husband. You see, all these things suffer when you have a blog. They almost die when you have TWO BLOGS! So I thought perhaps I’d step away for a bit, work on being a little less selfish with my time, and then after a month hiatus or so, I can come back with fresh new topics!! I can already see this going down the path of my Lent sacrifices. I give up a bad habit for 40 days and then indulge in said habit with 10 times the fervor when the sacrifice time table is up! But I’ll try not to let blogging re-take over my life again like Diet Pepsi did.
This blog feels more like an email…
Alright, I’m going to get back to my blogging hiatus. I just wanted to say “hi” and give you a bunch of really random bullshit so that you didn’t totally forget about me.
I will be back. Hasta luego!
by Courtney on April 13, 2010
After 3 ½ months of early Saturday morning training rides, no Friday night social life, a sore ass, and more McDonald’s than the average person should consume, I’ve finally completed my big 65 mile bike marathon! Yes that’s right people, I did it! And I lived to tell the story!
If you recall in a blog post from a couple months ago, I saw this marathon as my “30th birthday challenge”. But about 35 miles into the training schedule, I was really starting to doubt my sanity! I just couldn’t picture myself being on a bike for six hours! Say whaaaaaat? I mean look – I’m not a cyclist. I had to purchase a bike and all the fixin’s in order to do this. But something clicked in my head when the opportunity presented itself… Like, DING DING DING: I’m going to prove that I can do anything I want to do – and if I don’t? Well then I only have my lazy 30-year old ass to blame.
So for 13 weeks, my riding group and I got out there and reached a new mileage milestone each week. And remember how bad my arse was killing me back around 35 miles? Well it turns out that when I purchased that new, cushier riding seat and had my husband, Jeff, put it on my bike – he put it on backwards!! The little “head” thingy that the seat sits on was turned completely around, causing the narrow front portion of the seat to be facing upward instead of flat. What this means is that for about four weeks all my weight was coming right down on my baby maker and it was KILLIN’ MEEEEE! And to think after that got fixed I could ride 50 miles virtually painless! This gives true meaning to the phrase, “my husband is a royal PAIN IN MY ASS!”
Race day
On the night before the ride I wasn’t nervous for the actual cycling part. I felt confident – I had trained well. My anxiety rested solely on getting up at 5am and being at registration by 6:30am. And sure enough, I set my “weekday” alarm for 4:45am and then turned my “weekend” alarm on. At 5:35am I flew out of bed and proceeded to fly through the shower, makeup application, dressing, bossing Jeff around, etc. all while saying; “shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit” until I was in the car driving to the fairground’s starting point.
As far as the actual ride went – it was rough. It was cold, extremely windy, gloomy, and it even rained on us for about 45 minutes! I’ve experienced a couple rides in 70+ degree weather and blue skies, and I can’t stress how much weather impacts your overall attitude during the ride. Plus, we only trained up to 50 miles, so I could definitely feel my body reacting to the extra 15 miles. It was like; “Mama, get me the FUCK off this bike!”
A new perspective
As we turned onto the street that would be our final mile, my friend and riding partner, Melissa, gleefully said; “We’re almost there! We’re almost there!” and at that moment something caught in my throat. Was that a lump? Was I about to cry? I guess I was. Because all these weeks of hard work and determination was coming to an end. And suddenly I was sad about it. My 3 ½ month journey began to flash before my eyes and I realized it was more than just a bike ride. It was the realization that if I set my mind to something, I can do anything I want to do. That’s a really powerful thought. I’m now a true believer that anything is possible with a little determination and hard work. And I’m not just talking about athletic events either – I’m talking anything in life.
Gimme a break!
So now that this is over, the ladies in my group are talking about a 75 mile bike ride next month and a century ride (100 miles) through Lake Tahoe after that. And I’m thinking; just because I know I CAN DO IT – it doesn’t mean I want to! I’m ready for a new challenge. But first, I’m ready for a break. Namely, I intend to get drunk this Friday and sleep in on Saturday…
by Courtney on February 16, 2010
On April 10th, 2010 I’m riding in a 65 mile bike marathon that will take more than six hours to complete. Am I crazy? Or, am I crazy? At this point I can’t really wrap my head around this notion of being on my bike for six hours. So for now I just focus on each Saturday training ride as they come and I’m sure eventually this reality will sink in. But after this past weekend’s 35.6 mile ride my “ass” is begging me to quit. Oh Lord, how did I get myself into this predicament?
Rewind to three months ago…
One of the things I’ve noticed from day one of living in the San Francisco Bay Area is that bike riding is engrained deep into the culture. We’ve got the hippie bike riders trying to save the planet from unnecessary car exhaust and we’ve got the avid cyclists who wear the skin tight biking clothes and think they own the road in their riding packs. Up until a few months ago, the former REALLY annoyed me.
So it’s pretty ironic that when a woman from work sent a mass email asking who would be interested in riding in the Cinderella Classic 65 mile bike marathon that I would raise my hand. Being a few weeks after my big milestone birthday I figured it would be a great “30th birthday challenge”. So I ran straight into my girlfriend’s office and begged her to do the ride with me. I reminded her that her 30th b-day was only five days after mine and she needed a challenge too! Much to my delight, she reluctantly agreed to do the ride.
So our journey into the San Francisco cycling culture began. First let me say that this is an extremely expensive hobby. I say “hobby” because I don’t think I’ll ever become a true “cyclist”. I’m a Saturday rider. But it seems that just about every Friday I’m plunking down a hundred bucks at REI on some new gadget for my bike or article of clothing.
Well this past Friday my big purchase was a new – cushier – bike seat. I never knew how taxing bike riding is on your booty! But each week as our training mileage increases from 17 to 25 to 27 my poor little bum has been feeling the burn. But nothing could prepare me for 35 miles.
A beautiful – butt challenging ride
We had the most beautiful ride through the Livermore vineyards with the green rolling hills of the California countryside as our panoramic view. The blue sky 63 degree day and smell of fresh cut grass made for a spectacular ride. But by mile 25 I was gritting my teeth in pure agony! OH MAMA, my ass was grass. By the time we finally completed the ride and were packing our bikes up in our cars three hours later, one of my new riding friends made the comment; “Up until this point I’ve been fine with these rides, but this is the first time I’ve really been like, GET ME THE FUCK OFF THIS BIKE”. I laughed outloud because this was my nonstop chant in my final 7 miles! And to think I’ve got 30 more miles to ride to the actual finish line in April. Unnngh!!!
Two days later I’m still waddling. I have to shift a lot in my chair in order to get comfortable. Now this is freaking me out a bit because I have a 37 mile ride in just five more days. The pain may subside by then, but the memory is burned into my brain! So I ask that you please pray for me that I can get through this insanely crazy 30th birthday challenge schmallenge!
I have an idea for next week though. See pic to the left. You don’t think anyone will say anything do you?
