Combating Training Rigidity

Good morning!  I hope everyone’s Tuesday is off to a wonderful start.  I just got back from the gym and am doing some last-minute study abroad prep before heading to work for the afternoon.  I’m currently icing my foot while typing this post 🙂


Got some weird looks with my post-workout breakfast, per usual

I’ve got a lot on my mind that I want to say after this morning’s gym session (both good and bad!).  Recently, I’ve felt like I’ve been in a mental and physical rut with training.  Because I took my break early and am not allowed to run yet in order to let my second metatarsal heal, I’m on a slightly different timeline than my teammates.  They’re wrapping up their rest week and starting “active rest” and light training, while I’ve been doing that for 3-4 weeks now.  At this point in the year, all of our training is pretty much up to us.  The whole idea is to keep our bodies moving but fresh, and keep our minds eager and motivated by letting us do what we want when we want to, and take rest when we want to.  It’s supposed to be pressure-free and help us gear up for when summer cross country training ramps up.


I was rebellious and did not wear the boot to the bookstore the other day…

I’m a creature of routine, so while I can thrive off of this freedom, I am not currently thriving.  There’s a little voice in the back of my head that has been constantly telling me things like, “You need to be doing this.  You need to be building up the cross training volume, you need to be doing a certain amount every day even though your coach is telling you to keep it relaxed.”  This has been exacerbated by the fact that I’m alone- counterintuitively, it’s easier for me to keep an open mind towards training when I’m surrounded by my teammates and coaches.  Also when I’m not injured 😉

Another unhealthy facet of what I’ve been doing is that I’ve been focusing on filling some sort of quota every time I train, whether it be minutes, calories, or the like.  (“Am I going to reach 400 minutes of cross training this week?”)  Then I’ve been super anal about my post-workout snack, the timing of my food, and other things that are good as long as you don’t overthink them.  Your body is not a goddamn robot, Kathryn.


Biking and reading

The past few days, I’ve been a little sick, which has made me look forward to the cross training even less.  But I still biked on the recumbent bike for an hour yesterday.  I convinced myself that I felt awesome, which maybe I did during the bike, but afterwards, I felt like crap.  I’m having a hard time keeping the long-term in mind– been focusing too much on the daily/hourly/minutely (is that a word), and it’s made me start to dread the stationary bike and the pool.  I’m a person that loves weight training because it makes me feel strong and unstoppable…so why have I been only doing boring cardio???

I texted my coach yesterday to essentially tell him I was being a stubborn moron (no surprises there!), and he had a really good response.

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“Take some time doing active rest, not structured workouts.”  Music to my stubborn ears!!

So this morning, I took his advice to heart.  I got to the gym with the intent of doing another 60+ minutes on the infernal stationary bike.  However, I got there and had zero interest in doing that, so I made up a dynamic core/strength session as I went along.  It felt amazing to get my body moving dynamically (one of the consequences of the boot is that I can’t do anything impactful on my foot, so jumping exercises and even walks are out of the question.  I’ve felt antsy and just want to move some fast-twitch muscles!)  I continued to steer clear of jumps and too many weight-bearing exercises, but before I knew it, 45 minutes had flown by and my body was buzzing in that endorphin-fueled “I’m going to be incredibly sore tomorrow” state that I love.

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Throughout the workout, I was literally dancing during my rest breaks.  This workout was the type that reminded me how much I crave the process of getting stronger.  Instead of sitting on the stationary bike or doing circles in the deep end of the pool looking at the clock every 15 seconds, I worked my entire body, was never bored, and only did things I wanted to do.  It was awesome.

My lesson of the day is to focus on doing the things you love.  This might change day to day, but listen to your body and don’t get caught up in the minutiae of training.  There are some days where I really do want to get on the bike for 90 minutes or swim a 70-minute workout.  Then there are days like today, and yesterday, and the day before…where I just don’t.  While my number one love is running, I can’t do that right now, so it’s important to trust myself and figure out how to stay healthy and happy (physically and mentally).

I leave for Spain in two days, which I think will be really good for me in all issues mentioned above.  And I get to start the walk-to-run program while I’m there!  But perfect training and fueling won’t be my primary focus- my primary focus will be to enjoy Cádiz, soak up all the experiences, conduct my independent research project about the markets, and learn millions of new things.

Have a wonderful day 🙂



Running is hard sometimes

Aloha!  Our A/C is on the fritz again, so I’m hibernating in the basement while I write this, since it’s not 100 degrees down here.  I think ice cream at work tonight will be a necessity.


You know those runs that just knock the life out of you?  I had one of those this morning.  After an off day from running yesterday (I did put in an hour in the pool and an hour-long yoga class), I woke up early today and drove out to the canal for a change of scenery.  I was so excited for a nice 7-mile maintenance run!  Alas…it was not to be.  My legs felt off from the beginning, and running just felt hard.   It felt like I was hammering, but apparently I was running my easy/maintenance pace (around 7:30 per mile).   I did a terrible job of listening to my body when I should have taken it easy, no matter what the “pace” said.

Afterwards, I just felt completely discombobulated.  Which resulted in me drinking coffee for the first time in eight days…on top of a white duvet…live life on the edge, you know? 😉  (PS: this summer has unexpectedly resulted in my coffee consumption diving down to almost zero!  Weird.)


I’m not even really sure why this run felt so difficult- it was humid, yes, but not extremely hot, and I wasn’t that sleep-deprived.  I rarely use a GPS (actually broke my GPS watch), but I downloaded Strava for this run and was very surprised at the end when my average pace was like 7:35.  It had honestly felt like I was hammering the crap out of some sub-7-minute miles.


Oh, well.  The good news is, I had a good swim yesterday!  50 minutes of laps followed by 10 minutes of easy aqua jogging.  Afterwards, I went to a yoga class.  Swimming has never been the most enjoyable thing for me, although I became a believer in the power of cross training this past semester.  But this week, I’ve actually looked forward to getting in the pool, and as such have done two cross training sessions in the water!  Some days, the laps just click by rhythmically.  I would love to do my swims in a lake or similar beautiful, natural setting, but the same old 25-meter stretch of warm chlorinated water will have to do for now 😉


I have to go cross train and lift soon, so that’s about it for now.  Working tonight after my gym session, running twice tomorrow, working again tomorrow night…it’s the summertime grind 🙂  Craving a nice, cold peach!

Ode to running

Spontaneous 10-minute poetry?  Why not? I hope you enjoy 🙂

An ode to running (at 5 am) (before work)

The dark crisp air stings your cheeks as you gently close the door behind you
Making sure not to wake the sleeping humans
The dog is a lost cause, awake, and wondering why you are outside before him
The streetlamps glow faintly above your head
The faraway stars pinprick an otherwise pitch-black sky
With an occasional airplane adding to the eeriness with its blinking red light

You wonder if the passengers can see you
From up in the sky
A tiny, blinking red speck- thanks to the armband that protects you from getting hit
by the other crazy humans
that are awake in the wee hours of the morning

It’s 23 degrees
The street looms in front of you
You take a step
and another
Slowly ease into your stride until you find that familiar cadence
180 steps per minute
(when your run is many miles,
that’s a lot of steps)

The darkness alters your perception of distance and depth
Miles to milliseconds
Mountains to molehills
it’s so cold and so dark and so silent
The cacophony of commuter life is nonexistent in the predawn hours
You relish having the streets to yourself

Your heart rate stays steady
Your breathing is almost inaudible
It’s one of those runs
Where you forget that you’re running
And instead you’re just

The treadmill roars to life
You pound away, staring at nothing
dreaming of glory days yet to come
Until it’s finally time to get off the belt that leads nowhere

All too soon
Your first run of the day is over
And real life begins:
look presentable
join the army of commuters crawling steadily on 395
sit at a desk for eight hours
contributing little to nothing to the world
Dreaming of your next otherworldly predawn excursion
Until it’s time to do it all over again.


Why I haven’t posted lately: Girls’ Fire Camp

*Warning:  There may be more curse words than usual in this post* 🙂

Last weekend, I attended a girls’ firefighting camp organized by the county.  A few months ago, my mom decided she didn’t like my summer plans of running, eating, summer assignments, and social media, so she forced encouraged me to apply to this camp.

Did I enjoy this three-day camp?  Hell to the no.  Some parts were informative and bearable, but the majority was a pain in the ass.

First of all, the camp was for girls ages 13 to 18, but it was definitely geared toward 13-year-olds.  There were no 18-year-olds, and the only 17-year-old there besides me was bitchy, superior, disgusting, obese, and kind of psycho… so I tried to avoid her.  Over half the participants were rising 8th and 9th graders; I haven’t been around that many girls that age for years, so I forgot about the maturity levels (or lack thereof).  Needless to say, it was a loooooong weekend.

Friday/Day 1: 5 am wake-up to get my run in, then headed to the fire station.

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5 am run

After a welcome speech, it was off to the fire training academy where we had physical training (PT), fire history/fire behavior class, and a live fire demo.

  • PT was a complete joke, but everyone acted like it was impossible, so naturally all the firefighters treated us like it was impossible.  I didn’t want to seem like a snobby fitness beeyotch, so whenever anyone asked, “Wow, PT was really hard, right? Oh my god I hate stairs!  Those push-ups had me dying!!”  I squashed my eye rolls and smiled and said, “Yeah, so challenging!” with only the slightest hint of sarcasm 😉
  • Fire history and behavior class was ridiculously boring, and I fell asleep.
  • Lunch was boring but luckily not all that unhealthy.  Hummus wraps and lunch meat turkey wraps
  • The fire demo was pretty interesting and quite hot
  • The dorm rules were draconian and unnecessary for anyone over the age of 13.

Saturday/Day 2: 7:15 wake-up by our “mentor” who did not mentor us in any way, shape, or form

  • Breakfast was !?!?!?!? unbelievable.  Not in a positive way.  I was so damn lucky I brought my own almond butter and stole “wheat” bread from the university dining hall because the breakfast choices were gigantic Costco muffins and “protein” aka candy bars.  I don’t think I’ve ever eaten more than half a Costco muffin by myself and there were (overweight) girls eating three whole muffins.  By themselves.  For breakfast.  There are over 600 calories in a single muffin!! I stuck to my two slices of bread and almond butter and snagged a banana at PT.
  • PT was a joke again.
Uniforms: navy blue work pants and gigantic black boots

Uniforms: navy blue work pants and gigantic heavy black boots

  • CPR training was one of the highlights of this camp.  It took about four hours in total.
  • Lunch: greasy chicken wings and potato salad 😦
  • Dinner was fun, actually.  Groups of eight girls went to three different fire stations and toured, learned about fire station life, climbed the aerial ladder,  cooked dinner and talked with the crew.  The best part, besides the two gigantic burgers and huge brownie/ice cream combo that I devoured, was meeting and talking to the hottest firefighter I’ve ever met.  Damn 😉 In his twenties, he was quite hospitable and dealt with all the googoo-eyed 13-year-olds who obviously thought he was “cute.”  I’d like to think I was more mature…  In the middle of dinner some of the firefighters had to leave to go help an elderly choke victim who’d had a little too much pork chop.  Fun fun fun.

Sunday/final day: Our mentor decided we had been “too slow” the previous morning (even though we’d been downstairs and ready to go HALF AN HOUR BEFORE EVERYONE ELSE) so she woke us up at 6:45 while everyone else got up at 7:30.  Because that makes sense.

  • PT involved climbing seventeen flights of stairs at a hotel, twice, with the option of going a third time.  I didn’t go a third time because who the hell wants to climb more stairs than they have to and get even sweatier and more dehydrated?  Of course, some 13-year-old who was jealous of my track prowess because she was also a “star runner” (a sprinter who had “all the records at her school”) kept yelling shit like, “How many times did you go up?  climbed THREE times and one of the times I was wearing firefighting gear.”tumblr_ma94ktWBlL1qlpkpu
  • Fire hose soccer: trying to get a medicine ball to go in the “goal” by spraying it with fire hoses.  Unnecessary and it soaked my running shoes, which I was NOT happy about.

    I almost look like I'm having fun.  PT outfits were strategically designed to make absolutely no one look good

    I look like a little girl.  PT outfits were strategically designed to make absolutely no one look good.

  • Fire extinguisher practice
  • Lunch was fine food-wise, but we ate at the university dining hall, and I got made fun of for eating healthy foods instead of stuffing my face with pizza and bacon and cheesy potatoes.  I am not even kidding.
  • “Graduation” was stupid, and my family didn’t even show up because my mom is deaf hard of hearing and misheard the directions during the welcome speech on Friday.  So I trudged out to the street alone with my bags and waited to be picked up.

All in all, fire camp basically sucked.  The free gear was pretty nice, though; I got to keep a gigantic duffel bag, jumpsuit (what am I supposed to do with that?), two T-shirts, a baseball cap, gloves, and safety glasses.

The next post will be a training recap!!  Aka the stuff I actually like to talk about.


Shots ‘n’ Starbucks

No, not alcohol shots. 😉

I went to the doctor today for a check-up and to get my physical filled out; I ended up getting two shots and a blood test!! Yayyy.  One of them requires two follow-up shots, and oh, did I mention it’s basically the most painful type of shot you can get??  Fantastic.  I may look innocent and nice, but I curse like a sailor.  When the woman stuck me with the needle for the second shot, I had to remind myself that there were little kids in the adjoining rooms that could probably hear me, so I made do with “Gaaahhh. FRICK. Hooollllyy…crud.” instead of what I actually wanted to say…

Stylin’ Band-Aid.

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After my shots, I went to get a blood test.  Because of the nature of the shots I’d just gotten and the potential for passing out (if that happened to anybody, it would be me), the nurse made me lie down with my knees up while she took my blood.  What a fun time.  I actually did not pass out, so I was pretty impressed with myself.

Another stylish 4-1

I hope the doctors don’t think it’s weird that I request to step on the scale backwards every time I am there.  I realized it may come off like I have a body image disorder but in reality, I just don’t care how much I weigh.  I care how I feel. 🙂

After chilling with some puking toddlers and whiny brats, I treated myself to a Java Chip frappuccino from the traditional white-girl watering hole.  Don’t mind the Frida Kahlo eyebrows and the sloppy hair and makeup.  Today was a lazy day.

Oh yeah, using straws with my front teeth is not a thing.  Did I mention yesterday was the first anniversary of this pair of dentures?  Because it was.  We have been together for a year ❤

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Dessert was simple and delicious.  Black bean brownie microwaved for five seconds and one of the best peaches I have ever eaten.  Is there anything better than a perfect, cold peach?  I think 3-2


Tomorrow on the agenda is a partially soft surface run, strength circuit workout, relaxing at the pool with Henry IV (hello, English summer assignment), and possibly a trip to GNC for my first ever Quest bar!  I’m jumping on the fitfam train.  Maybe.

Quick rant:  I have to take the SAT again this fall because the first time I took it I didn’t study and therefore my score was good but not awesome, and this is going to cause me to miss the fastest course of the cross country season.  UGH.  The meet was cancelled last year because of flooding on the course, so I haven’t run on it since sophomore year when I didn’t train and was slow.  Sophomore year I ran a 20:28 on it after not training and also falling, and I probably could have run sub-19 on it last year.  Who knows what I can/could have run on it this year?  God I hope I can make the meet.


Nationals, break, and holy crap I’m a senior!!

Yesterday was the last day of school!  I am officially a senior!

I took senior pictures two days ago.  I’m not ready for this!

Starting off… so you know how I said I was taking seven to ten days off and then starting to run again?  Yeah, turns out I wasn’t allowed to do that.  I’m currently on day twelve of a fourteen-day break.  Fourteen days!  Two full weeks!  I don’t think I’ve ever taken more than eight or nine days off.  I’m going a little crazy 😉  My coach keeps reminding me that November 15th (xc states) is very very very far away, so it is important to let my body rest after a full year of abuse with only two off weeks.  “Focus on the long-term goal.”

This time around, I’ve been way more relaxed about the whole “you must not eat bad things and do strength/abs every day” thing.  Remember how draconian my rules were last time around?  I had a whole eating plan and made myself do strenuous ab work and weights and that sort of thing every day.  This time, I didn’t even bother making a “plan” because a) I had way more important things to do (i.e. studying for finals!!) and b) is it really going to be the death of me if I eat chocolate and cake batter froyo with toppings every day and only do abs when I want to? No way Jose.

Anyway! Let’s move on to the Nationals recap.  I didn’t go, obviously, but we sent four girls and four boys.  I watched the New Balance live webcast for literally three days straight… too bad Nationals fell smack dab in the middle of finals or I might’ve studied more and performed better on my finals. 😉  I still did pretty well so it’s okay.  It was a lot of fun to watch in school, though, because not only did my non-running friends get to experience the excitement of races, I raised awareness about our team!

My dog was really excited about the boys' two mile too ;)

Pretending to study for math but really watching the boys’ EE two mile


IB is the bomb swiggity

Our boys’ 4×8 reset their own school record and finished second in the (not championship) 4×800!  Our fastest girl WON the (not championship) mile in 4:53!!  Two days later, she anchored our 4xmile team to an All-American placing with a 4:54 split, which fun fact was the fastest split of the race.  She’s crazy!!  Three of the four girls ran well, but one of them had just gotten back from a camp thing and split about 15 seconds slower than her PR.   (To be honest, if I had been on the relay in her place we could’ve gotten second and maybe first.  But I did need this break.)  Sad.  If they had all run their PRs, they would have been national champions!

My friend and I are cross country captains!  I’m so excited for this season.  Unfortunately, we are losing four of our top eight and our track coach thinks it’s the end of the world. (It kind of is.)  But he didn’t have to make a speech at the sports banquet saying, “This year’s team and seniors were so fantabulously amazing that we will never ‘have this chemistry’ (he actually said that) again and we should basically give up now because there is no way we will ever be this good again.”  Wow.  Thanks.  You have inspired so much confidence in those of us who are not graduating.

It’s so depressing because the last everything have been occurring!  Last sports banquet with the dream team.  Their last high school races.  I will never run another race with them again.  I’ve been running with them for three years; how the heck am I supposed to run without them?? 😦


Last sports banquet with three of these girls 😦

We currently have four varsity level runners on the girls’ side.  Two seniors, one junior, and one sophomore.  This is an issue because you need five to score, and you really need six or seven because no team ever has every single runner have a great race at the same time.  My coach spent twenty minutes strategizing with us captains (wow, so weird to say that even though I knew it would happen), but we still do not have a solution.  The next best runners on our team are 6:30 milers.

Hopefully it will all turn out for the best.  Happy summer!  I need to come up with things to do to keep from being completely bored…I don’t have a summer job…

Oh fun fact: I was going through some old notebooks and discovered that I was an artistic prodigy when I was six. (This is a self-portrait.)


I’m holding valentines in my hands

Conferences and Conjunctivitis

What a week! As you can probably tell from the title of this post, it’s had its ups and downs.

Let’s start with the good-ish.  Tuesday and Wednesday consisted of our conference meet!  (Sorry, no pictures)

All seven of us varsity distance girls were entered in three events: either the 4×800, mile and two mile, or the mile, 800, and 4×400.  I was one of the 4×800, mile, two mile girls.

Tuesday was the 4×800, along with some field events and sprints prelims.  We weren’t running our fastest 4 girls, so we didn’t have an assured win. We thought we could still beat the school seeded second, though, because our combined times added up about eight seconds faster than their season best.

I was the leadoff leg.  The gun went off and I ran a pretty good leg to put us just behind the second-seeded school.  My time when I handed off to my teammate was 2:22 which is technically a PR, but I handed off before the “finish line” because the exchange zone starts at the arrows.  So technically my leg was like 795 meters… I’m still calling it 😉  Our #2 put us in first for a bit, but the other school’s girl had a great kick to reclaim first.  Our third leg (who was our fastest girl in the relay) got off to a good start to put us back in first but the girl from the other school stepped on her shoe and it came off with 600 to go! She ran 3/4 of the race with one shoe but still managed to run 2:21 and give us about a 20 meter lead.  Our final leg ran solidly as well, but the other school’s anchor went out in a freaking 61 (and came back in a 74, but you can’t make up a 61).  The other team had beaten their season best by 10 seconds, so I’m not too upset that we didn’t win.

The next day was the mile and the two mile.  We were seeded 1-2-3-4-6-7-8 in the mile!  Obnoxious of us, I know.  Plus, girls 1-4 had already qualified for regionals, so our school basically stole 4 of the 6 available regional spots for no good reason.  Other than points, I mean.

The mile was definitely tough for me at least.  The pre-race strategy for our top four girls was “Let seed #5 do all the work and pass her at the end.”  Mine was “hang with them for as long as possible.”  We passed the 800 at 2:37-2:38, on pace for a PR for me.  My legs started feeling it at that point, so I dropped back from the top five a bit.  I knew I had to get sixth place, so I hung on as best I could and ran a PR of 5:18.08.  A tiny PR, I know, and I thought I’d gotten the time qual of 5:17.84, but at least I qualified place-wise!  My teammates finished 1-2-3-4 in a strategic race. 5:11, 5:11, 5:11, 5:12.  We ended up finishing 1-2-3-4-6-8! (our seventh girl scratched)  We scored 29 points in the girl’s mile alone and went from losing by 28 points to winning by 1!

The two mile strategy was completely different from my mile strategy.  All I needed to do was score points, not get a good time, so I let two of my teammates battle it out with one other girl (the same girl who had been the #5 seed in the mile) while I used everyone else in the race to pull me along and then went for it with 400m to go.  It was actually so fun because I knew I wasn’t working as hard as everyone else in the race.  With 400 to go, I passed all the girls I’d been using and closed at least 5 seconds faster than any of them. 🙂  My time was somewhere around 11:35, but who cares?

I had a ton of homework, so I only got five hours of sleep Wednesday night.  My eye had been bothering me since Tuesday, but I thought it might just be undiagnosed allergies.  Thursday night, I sucked it up and went to Urgent Care, where I was diagnosed with bacterial conjunctivitis.  Greeeeeeaaaat.  I didn’t go to school Friday and skipped the speed workout.

My eye and head both hurt a lot, and I have multiple long papers to write this weekend.  Catch ya later!

Finally posting again!

Phew! These past few weeks have been full of the SAT, track meets, papers, IB exams and other tests, etc.  Sorry I haven’t posted– I just haven’t had any time!

Here’s a quick recap of my life the last few weeks:

  • I took the SAT! *groan*
  • The same day I took the SAT, I raced the two mile.  My brain was totally fried and we raced really late, but I still got my season goal of sub- 11:20! I went through the first mile in 5:37 right behind my teammate and another girl.  They started to speed up because their goal was closer to 11 flat, so I just tried to hang on.  I finished in a PR of 11:19My teammate won and our speedy freshman ran a 2o second PR and finished close behind me to qualify for states! Cray.
The race photographer stopped after the slow two mile heat (!!!!) so here's a screenshot of a video instead

The race photographer stopped taking pictures after the slow two mile heat (!!!!) so here’s a screenshot of a video instead

  • Hard workouts from the past few weeks include 8x400m between 74-79, 3x1000m/4x200m, and the never-ending 3x800m relay workout (2:36, 2:45, 2:50. Very hot!).  Can you tell we are tapering?
  • Quad meet to try for some regional autos…too bad you can’t get regional autos in a meet with less than ten teams! C’mon VHSL.  I still split a 63 in a 4×400, so that was nice 😉
  • IB Economics exam last week, which meant I only went to school for less than 90 minutes on both Monday and Tuesday
  • Hot weather meant early morning workouts! Not that I don’t wake up at 5:30 anyway, #lightsleeperproblems
  • Unnecessary milkshakes/froyo/French bread
  • But I did counteract it with salads…
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I went a little crazy at Whole Foods…there’s a mountain of spinach under there as well

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  • Mother’s Day!  We went for a family hike including the dog
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He was pretty excited to be there

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  • I tried my hand at being social for once… pizza and s’mores with some friends last night!
People always confuse us for each other

People always confuse us for each other

Life has been pretty crazy lately, but summer is only a month away!  My friends won’t shut up about SATs and college, and it’s driving me insane.  I honestly like talking to parents about college more than my friends because at least the adults make it about you and not a competition.  With friends, it’s more like, “What subject tests are you taking/I’m going to apply Early Decision here even though they’ve never accepted anyone from our school ever so basically I’m better/what do you mean you can’t take the SAT in June what are you going to do/I feel guilty because I’ll get into a better school than my sister/I’m also going to take the ACT/you don’t know what you’re writing your Extended Essay on yet??/wow/this is so not a competition but it actually so is.”

Great way to end a post.  Cheerio!

Miscellaneous Monday

Some Monday Funday things:

I ate three bananas today.   Can you say obsession?

behold banana beauty

behold banana beauty

They just go with everything! On oatmeal, for snack, for dessert, with chocolate… 😉

I weight lifted before school today, adamantly refusing to do any sort of leg work.  In terms of strength work, last week was kind of lacking… I did one strength session like a week and a half ago and then a few half-hearted push-ups during the week.  Oh well.

I had a great workout today, actually!  Short and sweet: three mile repeats at a fast pace with extended rest (4 minutes of jogging).  Our coach instructed us to run the first two at the pace he prescribed for us, then run the last one at goal two mile pace.  What!?  I ran the first two at 6:00 and 6:01, right on pace.  Everyone was dreading the last one, but I managed to finish (with terrible form) in 5:37!  (11:14 two mile pace) After a mile cool down, we felt entitled to skip our post-workout ab routine.  Maybe I’ll do it tomorrow.


how I feel about core tomorrow

I’m happy with today’s workout, especially considering Saturday’s disaster.

Anyway, aside from a good workout, I have a rant about my psychology teacher.  For some background, I’m in IB, so six of my classes are intense high level courses.  My seventh class is a general psychology class full of idiots that I signed up for just to fill my schedule requirements of seven classes.  (IB Psych was full)  The teacher is the biggest idiot of them all.  And he thinks all the things he says are right when they’re all just plain wrong.  I honestly wanted to punch him in the face today.  We started the “Adolescent Development” unit and here are just three of the dozens of ridiculously aggravating “facts” he spewed:

1) “Girls who develop later have higher self-esteem and are less self-conscious because they don’t get unwanted attention from boys and people call them ‘cute’ and it makes them feel better about themselves.”

Yeah.  Actually, every single girl in my class protested this little factoid, but obviously he knows better than the PEOPLE WHO ARE ACTUALLY GIRLS AND HAVE ACTUALLY GONE THROUGH MIDDLE SCHOOL AND PUBERTY AS A GIRL because he watched some movie where this was the case.

2) “Anorexics have to be at least 25% underweight.”

I personally challenged him (relatively politely, I think) on this one because IT IS SO FREAKIN’ WRONG.  I said, “There are plenty of anorexic people who aren’t underweight at all.  It’s a mental disorder with physical side effects, not a physical disorder.” He responded, “Well, sometimes they aren’t exactly 25% underweight, but they’re on their way there.” NO NO NO YOU ARE SO STUPID OH MY GOD.

3) “The only males who are bulimic are athletes who have to lose weight for sports competitions, like wrestlers.”

Whoa whoa whoa.  So many things wrong with this statement.  Good lord.  To make matters worse, some insensitive moron commented, “Hah huh heh bulimia, that sounds like a Harry Potter spell.”

4) here’s an extra one! “Anorexia only manifests around age 17 and later.”

And then some brilliant Einstein in my class chimed in, “Oh yeah, I saw a documentary about a 12-year-old anorexic and it was like the youngest case ever.” Do you know how stupid you are?  Anorexia can manifest at literally any point in someone’s life.  Hell, there are five-year-olds who think they are fat, as sad as that is.

Soooo, yeah, this has been an extremely biased, opinionated, rude rant but I hope nobody minds.  If you do, you can leave me a nasty comment 😉  Or just don’t read it; that’s fine too.

Happy Monday!