Thursday, August 29, 2013
Mr Tibialis Anterior, You Sir Are a Prick
Hey groovers!
I have hit a wall. After my spectacular crash I thought I did pretty well. I rode home and to work and back the next day. Right after the crash my leg hurt, a lot, but I couldn't see anything so I pretended it wasn't hurting at all. But two days later I can hardly walk. This has happened to me before.
For example, I started walking every day a few years back and had to stop for this same issue. That's happened quite a few times and causes me to cease exercising for awhile and sometimes I start again, but mostly I just get into "I'm not moving" which can last for years. It's time to break through this pattern!.
I didn't expect this with cycling. At the moment my legs are so sore that even walking hurts because it's hard to hold my foot up as I go. Flexing my foot upward towards my leg is excruciating.
My thinking is quite complex in many ways. Thanks to my history of depression and desire to escape it I've done a lot of reading and I do believe that often, if not all of the time, injuries like this are a sign of what is going on internally. For example, a very focused person who has decided on a single path of action, might get a sore neck which can link back to not wanting to look around for other paths lest they become indecisive/confused.
It's not uncommon for people who have been sedentary like myself to get this type of pain. It can be caused by muscle tightness in the Tibialis Anterior or the calf muscles. It actually just feels like the muscle has grown but the tissue that encases it has not. It's so tight! I'm sure it'll be fine.
I believe that my repeated problems with my anterior tibialis are my fear of moving forward. This week has been an incredible week. Everything has gone wrong and I have managed to stay positive mostly until today. However, when this happens I get so scared of what's going to happen in the immediate future that I just don't want to move. I can cope with right now, and that's it. I don't want to move forward at all, I just want to stay put.
So I called my friendly massage dude and have an appointment booked for Saturday. He's booked today and tomorrow I'm booked so Saturday it is. I'm looking forward to it! Brendan shares a lot of the same beliefs that I do about the body holding onto issues and gets where I'm coming from. He's also known me since I was 16 so knows my body and it's quirks well. He knows what's going on and is looking forward to helping me move through it. I hope he uses the dry needles. I love those things!
I'm noticing changes in my body and that's so wonderful! I'm noticing it most of all in my arms. Progress!
Do you have repetitive injuries?
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Jen Has A Boo… (First Crash)
I wasn’t planning a post today. I don’t really like to do them two days in a row. Especially after my Great Expectations epic effort yesterday but I had to share with you… I had my first cycling stack. EVER! I didn’t even crash my bike when I was learning to ride.
I was speeding along and a car pulled out in front of me forcing me to brake in a hurry and I called the driver an asshole. And verbalised it. Me being a big believer in karma thought “that wasn’t nice… it’ll come back to you.” Then I crossed over to the traffic island hit it at the wrong angle and voila!
CRASH!
HURTS LIKE BEJIGGERS
I have to say though, I’m so damned proud of myself. I’d had a
difficult weekend and a very challenging day at work. I was really
enjoying my ride and I am not a tough girl. I’m a bit of a wimp. Pain is
not my friend. That’s probably the biggest reason I don’t exercise.
Because it hurts. Unfortunately I’ve gotten to the ripe old age of
almost-41 and not exercising hurts more than exercising as joints ache
and muscles hurt and I get puffed on a little walk. Something had to
motivate me!Getting back to the point. When I got up I didn’t hurt at all. I was more hoping that if someone happened to film the incident that they didn’t get a close up of my face as I fell. But five minutes after the fall, my left hand’s knuckles started to ache in the wind, and I got shakey and then I got upset. My immediate thought was “Yay! No I can reward myself with some junk food and a good stiff drink” and I got my phone out to call my husband to come and get me.
But then I bitch slapped myself and logic-ed it out. I hopped off my bike to give my body a minute to shake and realise it was ok, then I got my phone out and took the above photo and sent a copy to Mr JDF and posted a copy to Instagram. While I was doing this I reminded myself that my rides are a lot easier now and how much pain I’ve been in on previous rides. I shifted my focus to my fingers to see how bad the pain really was and it wasn’t that bad. I noticed that the pain in my leg was much worse even though I couldn’t see anything but it was bearable. Then I thought how defeated I’d feel if I got taken home in a car as opposed to how great I’d feel if I rode home.
I have to say I should have actually called Mr JDF to come and get me because it got dark really quickly after that and I’d forgotten to put my bike lights in my seat-bag. So the second half of my ride home I spent thinking “please see me, please see me”. So when I actually did arrive home, it was a mixture of “YAY!” for riding when I could have gotten out of it and “”YOU.STUPID.IDIOT!!!” for riding in the dark in dark clothing with no bike lights. Mr JDF was not happy with me for riding without my lights. He loves me!
That’s the second time in a matter of days that I can say that riding my bike has helped me override a sense of helplessness and overwhelm and remain calm and make good choices. I’m really pleased with my efforts. El Shrinko will be mucho impressedo!
Monday, August 26, 2013
When Weekends Are Disobedient
Well this has been a week of plans going awry! I didn’t get to ride my bike to work on Thursday and Friday or get my measurements properly. I got sick which definitely not on my list of Excellent Things To Do and then I got well again which made me appreciate my health! Yay for getting sick right?
No.
So Saturday was to be a BIG day. HUGE! Here’s how twas supposed to go.
1. Get up at around 6. Website upgrade was to be launched on Friday night and it was supposed to go live in Australia at around 5-6am.
2. Best staff member ever coming over at 7am to oversee launch and be here if things went wrong and we needed to field a lot of questions/emails. Mr JDF leaves for a motorbiking weekend with the boys.
3. Best staff member ever leaves around 9. My daughter and I hop on our bikes and go for a ride. We get juice and then ride home again. We wake my son before we go. Daughter gets picked up for sleepover at all.
4. Make a big vegan curry with the lentils I soaked overnight, do some housework, read a book.
5. Ride to the local shopping centre for an early dinner followed by a movie with my son.
Cool huh? I love being organised and well planned. I feel settled when I know what’s going on. But you know what? The universe had other plans. This is how it went.
1. Site launch delayed due to unforseen circumstances. No problems. I potter around for a bit excited thinking it will go live in the next hour or two.
2. Best staff member ever gets in touch. Can’t make it, her dog is sick. Ok! No worries. I’m impressed with my coolness and flexibility. Totally rocking this!
3. I decide to go for a ride with daughter anyhoo. If the site launches while I’m out, it will still be there when I get back. I wake her up, her back is sore. she’s already been to awesome back dude to have it fixed this week so… Darn. Back to techie, skyping, site’s going to be awhile yet. So I hang around the pc. Too afraid to shower in case I miss the big launch right? I should have showered.
4. Daughter gets collected on time. Excellent!
5. Son gets up, all is well. We decide to go for our ride early and then a movie later in the day. I contact techie, he says go for your ride. I’ll be fine. So we go to go out, and the keys for the bike locks are missing. We really needed those bike locks because neither of us enjoy exercise enough not to have an end purpose so we were going to hit the exercise store, get him a new helmet, and some new runners for me to reward me for all my patience and my fantastic new found laid back, working-around-the-broken-plan-without-flipping-out way of being. Darn! I’m ok… just breathe and giggle! So we laughed at it.
2pm. Site still not live. Worried about customers, embarrassed as I’d put on facebook that the site was going live first thing in the morning. Breathe and go with it. I upload a youtube video and start editing another.
Worried about site, getting tense in shoulders and starting to get snarky. Think about what I’ve been learning in therapy, ‘do I need to be tense?’, ‘how does it feel to imagine that I just relaxed and went with it?’. I relax, find my happy, keep on trucking.
Site goes live sometime between 5 and 6pm. At 7.30 my patient saint of a son and I finally go out for a meal. No movie.
9pm I get notifications that the site’s not opening, Syntax error. Darn!!!! Lucky techie is still awake and it’s an easy fix. Phew! I keep an eye on social media and emails for just in case scenarios until I can’t stay awake and go to sleep.
Crazy! To top it off I forgot about making the curry and the lentils started to ferment… ew. They literally smell like a fart before they become one! Hahaha. But I was so happy that I didn’t go into my usual panic about the plaaaaan not working out. Delighted with my ability to just go with it and enjoy the day anyway. That’s not me! I’m just not that cool. If the plan doesn’t work out, I flip out! Start yelling or go to bed and wish I could cry.
Today was day two.
My plan was to go to the local organic farmers market, with a note to remember to visit the frozen mango man and get two kilos of frozen mango with everything else. Mango man’s not there.
What?
I can deal with that… From there we are to go to the shops to get new bike locks and do the grocery shopping. Shops don’t open until 9 and we’re there at 8! Damn… that’s what we get for getting up early! We go home, unpack the market stuff, then head back to the shops. They’re out of the bike locks except for the really shit ones. FARK! So we head off to the bike store. They don’t open until 10.
#$%^&&^*&&%^$
We head back home, book the movie tickets and drive the damned car to the movie. It was great! We then revisit the bike store and get some good locks, pick up daughter and head home. Fabulous!!! Collecting daughter was definitely a part of the plan. Now we can go on a bike ride. Bout friggen time! So I pop my phone, credit card, bike lock key and garage remote in my bike seat bag (really must look at what they’re called) and son and I leave to go. He then announces that Mr JDF has put his bike seat up too much and he can’t ride it. That’s when I start to get annoyed. I feel that tension in my shoulders, open the seat bag, and reach for the garage remote to put the bikes away. He quizzes “mum, what are you doing”
“I’m putting the bloody bike back”
“Why?”
“Because you said you couldn’t ride it!”
He looks at me like I’m freakin’ nuts and announces “I just lowered the seat so we can go. Lets do this!”
Who knew he could do that himself? No tools needed…
Awesome! So off we ride. We have a great time. Son has gotten a LOT stronger since I last rode with him which was so lovely to see and we had a ball. He is also gaining confidence on his bike and it’s wonderful. I actually feel like a good parent for a moment. A rare feeling for me. A few months ago he was terrified of riding but that’s another post. We arrive at the sports store, lock the bikes and go to take out my phone, credit card and other valuables from the seat bag and guess what? I’d not zipped it back up after the ‘seat to high’ business. The phone was still there as was the garage remote (thank goodness!), however my card was long gone. Darn! So we turned around and went home and strangely enough really enjoyed the ride. I wasn’t worried about my missing card at all.
After that I just gave up and went with it. There’s a bunch of stuff I didn’t get done this weekend. So much stuff. But you know what? I got to rest in front of my pc nearly all day yesterday. I had a great night out with my son, my site is fine and lovely though needs adjustments and today I had a lot of laughs at the movie, got some delicious oranges, and I have a shiny new card on the way, money in the bank and had a great time with my son several times over the weekend.
And I got to ride my bike.
The very best part of this weekend? Riding up the ‘difficult’ hill and finding it easy. I’m stoked!
Another funny incident. As we were riding I said to my son “I’m such a knob”
To which he replied
“yeah but you’re a smart knob“
Hahahahaha! I hope y’all had a great weekend.
Friday, August 23, 2013
Measurements & My New Tools
What a week! I started out well riding to and from work on Monday and Tuesday. By Tuesday afternoon I was exhausted. I had an early night and woke up Wednesday feeling fatigued and my legs and back were slightly sore. The exercise kind of sore, not 'What is that, do I need to worry?' sore. So decided to drive to work that day. I'm glad I did because the tummy bug my kids so generously shared with me decided to hit late that afternoon. Which meant Stay close to this:
But I was excited on Wed night because I thought the bug would pass. I mean, I never get sick. Ever! I might be as unfit as a couch but I never get sick. But I do get exhausted a lot so perhaps that's why it hit. But anyway, on Wednesday my heart rate monitor arrived. Excellent!
As per my last post, I've decided to do a lot of measuring. These are my tools:
The Scales.. dreaded by many
Don't be afraid of the scales if you can use them as a tool. In exercise, that's all they are. In the past, when all I cared about was being skinny, these things were my most loved and hated household appliance. But I'm excited about using them now! I view them in a whole new light. If I gain weight, and lose centimetres, then that's wonderful. I need to gain muscle. Currently my body is weak, it has a long way to go.
The Tape Measure
Centimetres are just a small part of my new measuring routine but they're vital. When I did P90X I was amazed at how my waist shrank and so did a few other areas. Everything tightened up and I was disappointed with myself that I didn't get measurements. Fortunately all of those previously tightened areas have relaxed again and are nice and jiggly flabby so I'll get measurements this time dammit!
Calipers!
Not an expensive investment. I bought these on advice from The Four Hour Body by Tim Ferris. I really like that book but it can be contradictory and there's no way I'll ever eat that much meat! Ew. Just not my thang you know?
Heart Rate Monitor
This is to see how strong my lil beating heart goes. I've downloaded the Strava app (find me in Jen Does Fitness) and will use the HRM along with that. I was so hoping I'd get to use it yesterday and today, but the tummy bug put that idea to rest.
So yesterday I got some, but not all, of my measurements for you. Here we go, are you ready?
Weight:
68kg. The heaviest I've weighed in years. (after visiting loo yesterday morning) Am I panicking? You bet your sweet ass I'm not! I knew that my old scales were out by a few kg but I kept them because even though I knew it was a lil white lie, I felt good when they told me I was under 60kg.
68kg. The heaviest I've weighed in years. (after visiting loo yesterday morning) Am I panicking? You bet your sweet ass I'm not! I knew that my old scales were out by a few kg but I kept them because even though I knew it was a lil white lie, I felt good when they told me I was under 60kg.
Tape Measurements:
Bicep: L - 28cm R - 27.5cm
Chest: 87cm
Waist: 79cm
Hips: A generarse 97.5cm
Thighs: L - 48 R - 47.5
Caliper Measurements:
Back of right arm: 20
Front of right arm: 19.5
Back, right: 20.5
Waist right: 25
According to the algorithm I used that makes me 38% body fat. Told ya I was a skinny fat. I love being right!
Unfortunately the heart rate monitor is as yet unused. But my toilet has been overused the last couple of days so too bad. I'm hoping to go for a ride tomorrow. Happy!
So that's my measurements. Next post, before pics. Be warned, you may need post traumatic eye drops if you choose to read that post. You may also need to call in sick the next day or visit your shrink. Your eyes will hate you until Christmas. 2020, At least.
But I will love you.
And you'll have seen my worst (but not explicit) bits. And then you can look at yourself and go "feck I'm awesome!". That's the goal.
Sunday, August 18, 2013
I Have New Wheels!
Recently I picked up a book called the Four Hour Body by Tim Ferris. Now, it's an entertaining book with a lot of interesting info, but is admittedly (by the author) not a health book. At first I was a little bamboozled as to why I'd picked up this book again. The author himself says it's not a health book and it has waaaaaaaay to many animal foods in it for my liking. I'm not saying that no one will get anything from it, I'm sure some will but I've read it before and know it's not my style. Yet I was drawn...
A little while into the book I found out what it was that was pulling me to it. Stats. Tim was banging on about how some people really need to follow numbers to see progress so that they know they're moving forwards. I had my "aha!" moment right there and then. Numbers! I love numbers... not in depth, but I love to see that last week my ride took xxx amount of time covering xxx km's and this week it's a little less or if it's a little more I can agonise over the "whyyyyyy? Whyyyy must you be more? I've been good!" of it all.
So I contacted a friend of mine. You may of heard of him. If you haven't, you should know, he has strong opinions, (I'm sure he'd say they're not opinions but fact and I kinda envy him his certainty), he can be obnoxious and he can be super kind. We've had our stouches but these days we seem to get along ok. We're probably more aquaintances than friends but the word friend always slips out. He's known online as Durianrider and he LOVES to cycle. So I emailed him and asked a few questions. I was surprised when he wrote back right away asking for a photo of my bike and a few other bits of info. I sent what he'd asked for through and he laughed his tiny vegan ass off at my bike. LOL. Thanks Harley!
He also came through with some great advice. "get a decent bike". He gave me some solid advice and I thanked him for it. Then this morning I spent some time online watching every video he's ever done on cycling and also watched a few by his GF Freelee as well (equally controversial).
I went to some bike stores today. The first was actually where I thought I'd get my bike. But when I walked in I could see that the store was half empty. There was one sales person on the floor and he was busy. I waited 25 minutes and no one else came out so I left. There was one bike there, a road bike, that I was very drawn to that was heavily discounted and sooooo lovely but it would have been too small for me anyhoo. The next store had no road bikes, none! The man who served me was lovely but I just wasn't drawn to anything they had in stock. The third store was packed with loads of bikes and the man behind the counter was lovely. He said "Hello" to me when I walked in then let me peruse the shop at leisure stopping to check on me at just the right time.
He asked me some key questions:
How confident are you on the road?
Do you ride alone or with others?
How often do you ride?
What average distance do you ride?
How good is your core strength?
After asking these and a few more he looked at me carefully (like I might explode! How did he know?) and then gently said "I wouldn't sell you a road bike" and then proceeded to tell me why. To tell the truth I was a little relieved! I see people just flying along on their road bikes and I'm not ready for that yet. I don't have the core strength to be at that angle comfortably and he mentioned that visibility is reduced at the angle of road bikes compared to commuter bikes.
So I ended up with a new commuter bike. It's so lovely! I really wanted a bike that was colourful as my last few bikes have been black but I ended up with a gray bike that sang to me the second I saw it. It's all alloy as per Harley's advice and also has no front suspension.
I took it home from the store and then went to do grocery shopping. Imagine my surprise when I got home to find my brand spanking new bike, that I had only ridden tentatively around the car park at the bike store being ridden joyously by Mr JDF! I'm quite territorial about things that are 'mine' so after shouting futilely at him to 'get off my new bike!!!' I put the shopping away and then we went for a ride.
What a difference! It's so nice to ride... we did 11kms and it was easy. Normally I do 7k's on the way to work and I'm just munted by the time I get there. This ride had more hills, unfamiliar territory and I smashed it. It still felt like I'd done a workout, jelly legs and sweat etc etc, but I enjoyed it a lot more. I'm soooooo looking forward to riding to work tomorrow.
I really enjoy riding with Mr JDF. He's fitter and stronger than me but will slow to my pace and I appreciate that he will do so without being smart about it.
We have a fitness date next Saturday morning. Excited! xx
Harley's links:
Freelee's links:
They're both strong confident and staunch vegans so if this isn't for you, you've been warned!
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Buddhism On The Bike
I first
learned of Mindfulness when I visited Chenrezig about a year or so ago. A
remarkable woman by the name of Renate Olgivy gave a full weekend
course on Taming The Wild Mind. Attending this course was a very worthwhile way to spend a weekend.
I'm currently reading The Dalai Lama's Cat among many other books. But this is the book I'm most focused on. It has a passage about scientists discovering that people are happiest when they are most focused on the task at hand. Even if the task is unpleasant people will enjoy it more if they focus on it entirely.
It was lovely...
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