treadmill fail

Last night, I was running on the treadmill, almost at the end, and finishing up with some sprints. Rather than awkwardly try to lower the speed for 10 seconds of rest, I hop off to the sides, usually gracefully, or well, fine enough. I must’ve felt tired, or clumsy, or just myself, because I almost hopped right onto the person next to me’s treadmill, which would have made me go flying. Thankfully, my upper body strength is topnotch and I was able to catch myself on the railings and lift my body up. Had I not been able to support myself, I surely would have hurt myself and probably the person next to me. As it stands, I’m not certain anyone even noticed because I looked around and no one was laughing or giving me funny looks. Win.

While I was running, I started to feel nauseous, which is never fun when you aren’t moving around like a sweaty, crazy mess. It’s funny how when you aren’t feeling spectacular, you never crave healthy foods. I managed to stuff down some asparagus, but I was all about the pasta.

This week’s workouts are 20 seconds on, 20 seconds off x 4. My body does not love the timed sets and reps deal, but the system is effective. Plyometrics in particular are tough because the motion is constant. Death by Squat Jumps = me. Call me crazy (many do), but I actually enjoy the immense satisfaction in the pain that accompanies a solid workout days later. It means I did something productive.

That’s all for Wednesday.

one year

Auntie Bea

Dear Auntie Bea,

A year is a long time and yet, it hasn’t felt like any time has passed at all. I miss you. It’s that simple. But your presence in my life is ever-lasting.

I think of you often, in that proverbial ‘I miss her so much’ kind of way, but in other ways too. Blowing up the air mattress because “I don’t want to spoil the punchline, but…Mac popped the air mattress;” ordering chicken parm at a restaurant because you’d laugh and say you expected nothing less; whiskey because it was your go-to drink, ice on the side, so you didn’t get stiffed; going to a movie because it was our thing, right before Thanksgiving; and Thanksgiving and Christmas because holidays don’t feel real without you sitting in your chair;  watching ‘The Good Wife’ because you loved that show; playing board games because you were competitive and funny and always up for a good time; eating at Bea Bea’s pancake diner because it was our nickname for you; lounging on the beach, any beach, and thinking of the Cape; sitting in a library because you were once banned from one for complaining about the wifi during read-aloud time; feeling cold because you’d yell at us to shut the door and throw on multiple blankets; attending the Women’s March because you were one of the strongest women I’ve ever known; hearing ‘Happy Birthday’ sung out loud because no one did it as beautifully terrible as you; eating ice cream with joy; flipping the bird at poor driving; calling someone ‘fresh’; acting fresh; being brave, confident, and happy; and in so many more ways, every single day.

A lot has changed over the year since you’ve been gone. You’ve probably seen it all, so I won’t get into it. But here’s the thing. A few years ago, you said how important it was for us to laugh and cherish the good times because this was how you wanted to be remembered. I never anticipated the day that we’d have to say goodbye, and I still can’t believe it’s already been a year, but you were right. We remember the good times. They were great times and they are cherished. You are cherished and loved and missed.

So thank you for being with me then. And thank you for staying with me now.

Love,

Caitlin

weekend, workout, and waffles

And here we are again at Monday…no complaints because I had a fine weekend for myself.

On Friday, I’d been battling a headache, so I went to the gym after work to try and work it off. When in doubt, I usually can fight things off with a solid workout, and I was right! There’s nothing quite like a hard-hitting strength workout followed up by a sweaty run to get you into the Friday vibes. The rest of Friday included a casual evening of good food, tv watching, and SLEEP. I cannot emphasize my love for going to sleep on a Friday night knowing there is nothing pressing on Saturday. GLORIOUS.

The difference between my Friday night dinner:

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Is in the side dish:

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Both were delicious and celebratory as Saturday was National Waffle Day.

On Saturday, I nailed a shoulder, ab/adductor, glute, and core workout before hitting the spin bike for a HIIT ride. I walked to and from the gym to fit in some extra rays (I’m hoping my east-coasters will find me TAN when I go home for a wedding next month – if you comment on it then, you get a cookie because then I know you’re reading my blog). Next, I headed to an LA staple, the Getty Museum in the Hollywood Hills (I think). My friend and I took the architecture tour which was interesting. Art is not my thing exactly, but I have more maturity than I did in the third grade (sort-of) and was able to appreciate it more. Would still rather be seeing a Broadway show to fill my culture quota, but I’m afraid that the closest this girl gets to “cultured” is pop.

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That view though!

My friend and I ate dinner at a cheesy Italian restaurant before driving back. We passed a man dressed in full Jester costume, with make-up, hanging out under the freeway, and it was spooky. Yay for expressing yourself? So long as there’s no nefarious deeds being done.

This is what I enjoyed while watching my show, curled up on the couch.

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Yup, that is fact. It has a slightly different texture than regular ice cream, but it’s still delicious. For the record, I did not eat it all in one sitting, although, I totally could have.

I enjoyed sleeping in again on Sunday before I woke up for some pancakes. I’m obsessed with my small pan because it makes the perfect omelette, as evidenced in the two above pictures. After I digested, it was time for a run.

I wish I snapped a picture because I ran along the bike path (it’s allowed, I checked), which is by a river. It eventually leads to the ocean, but I wasn’t up for that yet. It’s quick-ish on a bike, but a bit far for a run (for me) to and fro. I also got in some at-home yoga, which felt like a nice stretch and extended my sweat time for a bit.

For fuel, I gobbled down a pb&j, showered, then headed out to treat myself to a massage. It was just what I needed. At work, I am constantly on my feet and running around, and I add some grueling, yet satisfying workouts six days a week, so my body needed some love. For whatever reason, I carry my stress (which to be fair, isn’t a lot, but it exists) in my top left shoulder. When I was at a job I was stressing over a few years ago, I had to ask the masseuse to stop as he prodded my knots, but these ones were easy-peasy.

The stress-relief lasted until I tried to find a parking spot at Trader Joes, but fortunately, it didn’t take too long and I quickly grabbed my things and got home.

It was time for whatever I was making in this bad-boy (lunches for the week and Sunday night’s dinner).

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Chicken chili, served this evening with a handful of tortilla chips.

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Chock full of veggies – collard greens, red bell peppers, zucchini, and corn – beans – black and red – and chicken! SO good and SO easy. I had shopped the night before for a few items I needed so that I could toss everything together in the morning. Meal prep = simple and healthy with a crockpot.

The rest of the evening was productive with laundry and writing. I’ve given myself a homework assignment that I’ll fill you in on later in the week. Don’t fret, it’s the good kind.

Happy Monday!

 

broken wing

I’m hoping I’m not making the wrong impression with this fly situation. It’s not like I have fleas or that my room is swarmed with bugs. I’m a clean person. There isn’t food lying around or mass amounts of trash. There was (is) one fly zooming around, haunting me. Just so we’re clear.

Probably looks like this:

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On another note, I’m starting to age. Well, yes, as this is a fact of life, but I’m starting to feel it. I put myself through grueling workouts six days a week and yet, I bust my shoulder PICKING UP MY BAG IN MY CAR. I must have twisted the wrong way and twinged the muscle in my wing because it was bothering me a little when it first happened and a lot later that afternoon. I found a makeshift foam roller to apply pressure to it, as well as someone willing to massage the area (don’t judge me) and it seemed to help a lot. I can still feel it right now, but it’s not anything damaging.

I know that it’s one of those cases where I pay close attention to every movement during a workout and not so much when I’m living every day life, but still. It’s almost offensive.

Feels like this:

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But I just enjoy being dramatic from time to time.

Side note: I don’t know what’s up with the animations, except I get more views when there’s pictures and I don’t have actual pictures, so. I got them from Google. I did not make them, nor am I taking credit for them. But I am accepting your laughs.

Because I was nursing my sore wing, when my friend suggested Happy Hour after work, I decided a rest day from the gym was in order. Felt like a Friday night, still just a Thursday. Regardless, it was a fun night chatting away with a friend, sipping a margarita, chomping on chips and queso, and eating a salad I didn’t have to prepare.

It’s Friday now, which means the weekend is near! Lots of adventuring, writing, and relaxing is in store for this girl.

What are your weekend plans?

food, in pictures

Update on the fly: it’s still here, in my room. I’m starting to suspect devious intent.

I told myself I’d snap pictures of all my meals this week, but I broke that habit awhile ago and it was hard to remember all the time.

My one photographed breakfast: instant oatmeal (Trader Joe’s variety so it’s less icky with fake stuff, but quick in the morning) with an egg and cheese on a piece of toast. Fresh blueberries and banana were swirled into the oatmeal.

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My lunch of the week was sesame chicken with broccoli and red pepper made in the crockpot. I found a quick, easy, and few-ingredient recipe to whip up in 4 hours and it hit the spot, every day. Served with brown rice.

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My healthiest snack of the week were these carrots and almonds.

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One dinner this week was a giant spinach salad with veggies, chopped nuts, and grilled chicken. The grilled zucchini was an excellent complement to the uncooked peppers, carrots, and spinach.

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A second dinner was a chicken, veggie, quinoa alfredo. Quinoa does not cook glamorously in the microwave, but it does cook fast.

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Not a lot, but not too bad. Next week will be better.

Happy Thursday- let the countdown to the weekend commence!

faster, stronger

I’m growing more nervous because – if you’ll remember yesterday’s blurb about the fly in my room – it appears that it might be stalking me. Why would I assume such a thing? As I was driving home from work today a fly flew into my eye and I’m certain it was the same one (I’m not certain at all). I might’ve killed it, it probably lived, but we’ll know in time.

Thus far, I’ve only completed two days of my new workout plan, but this picture sums it up:

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The plan follows the exercise sequences I’ve been doing for the past few weeks, except instead of numbered sets, I’m doing timed. This is more exhausting than I anticipated and my muscles have been burning in the best way possible.

Try doing jump squat after jump squat for thirty seconds, three times with minimal rest, and let me know if you weren’t a tired, sweaty mess after.

To spice things up, I’m also performing all four exercises per muscle group before moving on, which meant that my triceps were crying before I even started chest. I thought I was okay on Tuesday until I tried to take off my jacket. And, although leg day used to be my most dreaded day, I solved that problem by breaking it up like I would the upper body – something I’ve mentioned before – and I feel like I’m making drastic improvements. Of course, in the end, the body is all connected anyway.

Three days a week I do split training and mix it up with brief, but hard-hitting total body strength workouts twice a week, which I pair with running. On non-running days, I bike (indoor and outdoor), jump rope, or hike to get my cardio fix.

Running outside has improved my endurance, something that I despise on the treadmill. While it’s good to mix things up with intervals, I have a love/hate relationship with long(er) distance running and being able to do that is a point of pride.

On that note, we’re all caught up with my exercise news of late. Enjoy Wednesday!

adulting

There’s a fly (or whatever) haunting my room. It’s been here the past two nights and although it could be mental, I feel like it keeps biting me and I get itchy. I don’t think it’s bed bugs (is it bed bugs!), but it’s annoying all the same.

You’re not welcome here, fly! You’d be happier outside, promise.

Anyway, let’s start Tuesday by throwing it back to the weekend. On Friday, I crushed it at the gym (after a few days break), quickly showered, then headed out for drinks with my cousins, Dan and Meghan, to watch/listen Dan DJ. It was a fun night, but I was also battling a cold/allergies (not exactly certain), so I was really looking forward to my bed.

On Saturday, I slept in to my heart’s content before it was time to feast on a pancake breakfast. I tore it up at the gym again, went grocery shopping, and meal prepped for the week ahead. Crockpot sesame chicken update to come later this week! My friend came over for a girl’s night and we made pasta and veggies, salad, and chocolate chip cookies.

Sunday included another restful morning. I enjoyed breakfast and hydrated before running in the beautiful weather- California winters for the win! Once I was a proper sweaty mess, I hopped in the shower and heading out to meet my cousins to see Beauty and the Beast. It was good- not as magical as the animated version, but enjoyable and magical all the same.

My car was due for an oil fill, so I did the adult thing and got it done. It’s actually strange how satisfying it feels to be productive. Continuing the theme of the weekend (relaxation and productivity), I folded laundry, got my things ready for the morning, and wrote for three hours.

I’m still not sure how the weekend passed by so fast, but it was a good one. Now we’re at the point where we can start looking forward to the next one. Happy Tuesday!