Week 18

To say it was an emotional week is an understatement. I went on three dates, said goodbye to my best friend, Holly, who moved to Boston and had to euthanize a cat. Somewhere in there I had to institute a new eating plan (and log it all) and train over 8 hours (and log it all). Oh and work and clean my house and food shop and remove sugar, sugar substitues, caffeine and alcohol from diet and...oh did I mention we are now in the build phase of our training. All that means is no lollygagging and everything is more hard. (that's what she said)

Monday - Rest Day
Got to stay home in the morning while I waited for the washer repair guy. Scheduled appointment was 8-12pm. Of course he showed up at 11am. Went to work. Was useless.

Tuesday - Swim (2400 yards)
Swimming 2400 yards is an hour. The good news is it burns about 800 calories. The even better news is I get to add that 800 calories to my base caloric intake of 1500 which means I get to eat 2300 calories...on purpose. Of course I can't eat cake or anything like that but still. What a difference from being on Weight Watchers for the last 6 months (lost 18lbs) where I was trying NOT to eat. Had a coffee date that evening. Felt like slitting my wrists. Here are a few tips for you guys: don't put up a profile picture where you are 30lbs lighter than you are now. Always buy the girl her tea. Don't talk incessantly about your political views, how everything is screwed up and then let people know that you haven't voted since 1988. Oh and, ask the girl a friggin' question about herself. Went home and hung out with my real boyfriend, aka TiVo.

Wednesday - Track (1:18)
Running one hour and 18 minutes max. Burned 1,000+ calories. Ate 2500. Run was slooooow and looooong. Went to Kezar Pub with Yi and our teammates from last season, Steve and Liz. Enjoyed some lovely chicken tortilla soup and half a turkey burger and exactly 8 fries. Quickly remembered that eating fried food after a workout makes me sick. Ugh. Went home. Showered. Slept. Repeat.

hez at track

Thursday - Swim (2200 yards)
Burned 800 calories. Ate A LOT. One hour at the pool flirting with the cute, Russian, life guard..I mean swimming. Impressed him with my homemade laminated swim workout. Huzzah. Still feel a little self conscious standing there talking to him in my swimsuit. No way to hide that gut in those circumstances.

Friday - Spin 65 minutes/Run 15
I just really love getting up and hoping on my bike in my kitchen with my tunes. Was able to put on a sports top that I bought 2 years ago but was never able to wear until now. Woooo! Spin, uneventful...run, uneventful. That night came home to wait for Holly to come over and went to flip on my TV and nothing happened. Turns out, my boyfriend was cheating on the side with Comcast and she got made and dumped him aka, I forgot to pay my cable bill and they shut it off! That's not very Comcastic of them...or me, I guess. Oh well. Holly came over and we drank two giant gin and tonics. I was wasted halfway through the first one. Then we went over to Bottom of the Hill for Bagel Radio's 5th anniversary party. I feel like I rushed in there, said hello to everyone and then rushed out.

Sarturday - Spin (1:10)
Headed over to Sports Basement at what felt like was way too early even tho it was 9am. Proceeded to spin for over an hour with the team. Burned 1000+ cals. Ate not quite so much. Went home and crashed from 12-3pm in my bed that has the most awesome heated mattress pad aka my NEW boyfriend (forget stupid TiVo). Dragged myself outta bed and got ready for my 5pm date. Date kicked ass! Came home and fell asleep to Celebrity Apprentice on my laptop with my new boyfriend. Shut up! I mean the mattress pad, der.

Sunday - Run (90 minutes)
Even tho I had 4 beers the night before, clearly I properly hydrated since I felt fine when I woke up. I am sure going to bed at 10:30 instead of 1am helped too. Yay for early evening dates! Got dressed and drove to Crissy field. Headed out on the run wondering if I could ever do 90 minutes without my awesome running partner, Yi. Luckily I had my other boyfriend aka iPod cranking out NWOBHM. Started at Sports Basement, ran to the bridge. The waves were just crazy and crashing up against the wall and at one point I was thinking, this has got to be the best thing on earth! Running along the bay, looking at the Golden Gate Bridge, listening Iron Maiden and getting sprayed by the surf! Hey! Wait a minute! Doesn't that water have poop in it!?!?! Now I have "partially treated raw sewage" on me. I am sure of this.

Anyways.

Turned around and headed towards Aquatic Park. Cool 7.76 miles.

Went home, crammed food in my mouth. Drove over to Oakland to say goodbye to Holly, where I cried for like 30 minutes. Flew back over to SF to go to Animal Control where I had successfully cried my way into access to the stray cat kennel earlier that morning. Gonzales passed all but his Feline HIV test. He was not going to be put up for adoption. He was not going to be living a carefree kitty life in my backyard anymore. He was not going to be lounging on my deck and greeting me with little meows and getting his "little chin" rubs. He was going to be euthanized that afternoon. I spent the better part of 45 minutes sitting on the floor in front of his cage half in and half out of it just sobbing and sobbing while I petted and kissed him goodbye. That Gonzales, he is such a sweet boy. Too sweet for this world.

Went home and cried all afternoon with my boyfriend aka heated mattress pad until I had to get up and get ready for A DATE. Date was, eh. Begged out of it after 2 hours and went home and got in bed. Watched a documentary on a Funeral home on Frontline on my laptop (not a good idea when you put an animal down) and fell asleep around 7pm. That night Gonzales came to me in my dream. Awwww. He got one last "little chin" rub. Kitteh.