The theme of this week has been "reassess" and what better way to finish it off than with a brand new injury, right?!?! Hahah... Oh man! March was shaping up to be so awesome! I was super satisfied with my new goals sheet when I posted it on Tuesday afternoon and *then* I felt SO GREAT about my performance at track practice Tuesday night. But - oyoyoy - one day and one little baby recovery ride later and I found myself suffering from a mild case of 'turf toe' on my right foot. I've been RICE-ing and going easy on it ever since Thursday and there's still no sign of the pain going away any time soon. Meh.
Okay okay - so, I admit that I may have needed a little reality check... Maguy discouraged me from double days last year and I've been aware I'm pushing it with these back-to-back bricks on Tuesdays. So, here I lie, on this couch, in this oh-so-familiar position (with one leg up and tingling in my toes from a tightly wound ace bandage). Ugh!
For the next few weeks, I'll be fine-tuning my weekly workout routine to avoid a double day. The problem will be deciding which Tuesday workout to retain! I've been loving my morning jogs with Vala and the Tuesday evening track workouts with Oakland Triathlon Club (OTC) have been so enjoyable and so intense. Look! After doing a mini brick in the morning *and* riding 12 miles to Berkeley I still ran my fastest recorded 400 meter (1:12) and my fastest 1/2 mile (3:16):
So you can see what I mean... I'd like to keep both workouts in the mix somehow (maybe with one 3 miler day and a 5 miler day?). Once my foot heels, my plan of attack will be to get some new shoes, and maybe custom orthotics, and ask the OTC track coach about how my form can be improved to avoid reinjury. Alright - that's enough wah wah wah for now - more later!
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Monday, September 2, 2013
WEEKEND
The treasurer of Saint-Cyr-sur-Loire Volley Ball invited me to stay with him and his family in the countryside North of Tours this past weekend. Beautiful family, beautiful home, beautiful food, ahhhhh... It was really nice to unplug and unwind!
On the first night we ate fajitas for dinner with tortillas and guacamole and everything!!!! OH MY GAWD! So nice! So tasty! Mmmmmmmm... We ate so well! Four and five course meals all over the place. Unfortunately, because I was constantly caring for my sore foot, when I wasn't eating everything in sight, I was kindof a big bummer. :(
On the first night we ate fajitas for dinner with tortillas and guacamole and everything!!!! OH MY GAWD! So nice! So tasty! Mmmmmmmm... We ate so well! Four and five course meals all over the place. Unfortunately, because I was constantly caring for my sore foot, when I wasn't eating everything in sight, I was kindof a big bummer. :(
On Sunday, we went on an outing to Château-La-Vallière, but because of my foot I didn't make it too far (ouch!). Our first stop was a little lake where they foraged some blackberries and played volleyball while I laid back and just enjoyed the sunshine and the breeze. Next stop, we went to go visit a friend of the club and his family, who - guess what? - is loaning me his bike until May - Yayayay! We ate rhubarb tart and talked and laughed and I almost understood something he said once... I think... Ahahah!
The rest of the weekend was spent sword fighting from the couch and playing games with the sweetest little boy in the world, the Treasurer's eight year old son. We completed an entire "Ou est Charlie?" book, he whooped me repeatedly at Memory (a matching game), he learned how to shuffle cards, and we watched cartoons ("Shiva" is Legos in French!).
The Treasurer got the ball rolling for my transfer paperwork, insurance, and - drumroll please! - we went to visit an apartment that looks like a keeper. All in all, it was a super fun and productive weekend.
That's all for now. More later!
That's all for now. More later!
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Ohhhhhhhhh My Hoofers!
Just FYI - I'm watching Scoobie Doo in French right now and IT. IS. AWESOME.
After walking everywhere so much this week in my flip flops, last night the right side of my foot started to throb. I should've thrown an ice pack on it right away, but instead I shrugged it off and decided a night of rest will probably do enough good for it to feel better in the morning... WRONG! How many times do I have to learn this lesson?!?!? When it hurts, put an ice pack on it! It makes me want a version of this Portlandia skit for injured athletes:
Ahahaha... PUT. AN. ICE. PACK. ON. IT.
Today, the President accompanied me to see my dream apartment, I finally got my FIVB international transfer number, and started my temporary long-stay visa paperwork for France. All this bureaucratic bull on top of my nagging foot pain kinda put a kink in my outlook on the day. So, while Laurent made lunch, I blasted some of my favorite music: King Crimson's Walking On Air, Erik Satie's Je Te Veux, Simon and Garfunkle's Greatest Hits, and this Bell Chant.
The music sparked a deep conversation about the incredible life of Laurent Cahu. We ate and talked. He's been really great about opening up his home and sharing everything with me... He's also been a very patient French teacher at every opportunity he gets. He takes the time to explain expressions and words to me - for example, well, every bad word in the French language, slang for "cops", the word "mothballs", etc. Ahaha! :)
I can't say my foot or my mood had fully recovered by the time we rolled up to the gym, HOWEVER, by the time I laced up my shoes, every thought from my day just completely faded away into team thoughts. Volleyball practice has a way of quieting the mind that I just love so much... Once that ball is in the air, the team is all that matters... A lot of the credit for this feeling goes to the coach of course. She's doing a really good job setting the tone, working us out, and starting to get us to think as one. Oh man, just typing this gives me such a good feeling! Love my team!! Love this sport!!
The Head Coach gave me a lift back to Laurent's place. It was a real privilege getting a chance to talk to her. She told me her volleyball history (she's my hero) and I told her about how much I love hot yoga. She said that if you buy the TGV tickets for Tours-Paris far enough in advance it can be as cheap as 20 euros!!!! I said, "GET OUT!" I'm stoked... This means that I can go practice bikram in Paris - maybe as often as once a month. This is great news! Can't wait!
Opening the door to the house was like walking into a scene from Ratatouille - ha! - Laurent had cooked up a specialty of his, a very meaty sausage and vegetable stew. So, I made an exception and tasted it. Delicious! This is the first pork I've had since May! I sauteed some zucchini on the side and ate while icing my foot and then almost fell asleep on the couch. So beat!! Bed now.
More later!
After walking everywhere so much this week in my flip flops, last night the right side of my foot started to throb. I should've thrown an ice pack on it right away, but instead I shrugged it off and decided a night of rest will probably do enough good for it to feel better in the morning... WRONG! How many times do I have to learn this lesson?!?!? When it hurts, put an ice pack on it! It makes me want a version of this Portlandia skit for injured athletes:
Ahahaha... PUT. AN. ICE. PACK. ON. IT.
Today, the President accompanied me to see my dream apartment, I finally got my FIVB international transfer number, and started my temporary long-stay visa paperwork for France. All this bureaucratic bull on top of my nagging foot pain kinda put a kink in my outlook on the day. So, while Laurent made lunch, I blasted some of my favorite music: King Crimson's Walking On Air, Erik Satie's Je Te Veux, Simon and Garfunkle's Greatest Hits, and this Bell Chant.
The music sparked a deep conversation about the incredible life of Laurent Cahu. We ate and talked. He's been really great about opening up his home and sharing everything with me... He's also been a very patient French teacher at every opportunity he gets. He takes the time to explain expressions and words to me - for example, well, every bad word in the French language, slang for "cops", the word "mothballs", etc. Ahaha! :)
I can't say my foot or my mood had fully recovered by the time we rolled up to the gym, HOWEVER, by the time I laced up my shoes, every thought from my day just completely faded away into team thoughts. Volleyball practice has a way of quieting the mind that I just love so much... Once that ball is in the air, the team is all that matters... A lot of the credit for this feeling goes to the coach of course. She's doing a really good job setting the tone, working us out, and starting to get us to think as one. Oh man, just typing this gives me such a good feeling! Love my team!! Love this sport!!
The Head Coach gave me a lift back to Laurent's place. It was a real privilege getting a chance to talk to her. She told me her volleyball history (she's my hero) and I told her about how much I love hot yoga. She said that if you buy the TGV tickets for Tours-Paris far enough in advance it can be as cheap as 20 euros!!!! I said, "GET OUT!" I'm stoked... This means that I can go practice bikram in Paris - maybe as often as once a month. This is great news! Can't wait!
Opening the door to the house was like walking into a scene from Ratatouille - ha! - Laurent had cooked up a specialty of his, a very meaty sausage and vegetable stew. So, I made an exception and tasted it. Delicious! This is the first pork I've had since May! I sauteed some zucchini on the side and ate while icing my foot and then almost fell asleep on the couch. So beat!! Bed now.
More later!
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