? ?
bear by san

December 2021



Powered by
writing carnival

i've been warned that you and your friends are crazy

Good run this morning, or at least the first half was good, and the second half was acceptable. The uphill mile out in13:35, and I started running half a block early because I had the opportunity to jaywalk, due to traffic patterns. I got a late start today because I slept in until 8 (I've gotten addicted to Thursday night homicide documentaries on the Murder Channel. There's one pair of cops whose names I really need to steal and use in something.) but it's rainy, so though it was humid, it wasn't too hot.

The mile out was mostly easy and comfortable--I didn't even really notice I was running until the last eighth, and only the last tenth--coincidentally, some of the steepest uphill--was hard. While I was flopped down on the stone steps at the park entrance to gasp like a landed fish and listen to my heart thump, a nice Yankee in a pickup truck pulled over to shout and see if I was okay. (I said, "Yes, thank you for asking!") Nice guy; I'm glad he didn't actually discover a body on his way to work today.

Then I walked the half-mile around the park in 8:22, stretched out, and did intervals home, because either my allergies were acting up or my cardiopulmonary fitness was inadequate to the task (I was wheezing and coughing.) Because I only ran about half the distance, the trip back took 14:58.

I'm going to blame it on allergies, because I did well on the way out, and my entire neighborhood is fragrant of lilacs and pungent with marigolds currently. (I'm particularly enamored of a the dusty-purple-and-green four-color Victorian (It's not a Queen Anne: it's the other less fussy kind, without all the gingerbread) on the corner, about whose foundations some genius has planted lilacs and deep, deep purple irises that pick up all the colors of the paint and trim.

My left shoulder is still unhappy, which interferes with the climbing and archery both (I was having one of my best shooting nights ever last night, but my arm tired really quickly), but the left big toe which has been bothering me was very well behaved today. It was present, but not painful, and I'm calling that a win.

Last night, there were bats in the twilight. I like bats.

164.9 miles to Lothlorien.

According to the high-tech bathroom scale this morning, I am 239 lbs (17 stone 1 pound, because for some unknown reason it freaked out and gives me my weights in British now, and I can't make it go back). I've actually gained about twenty pounds (I was at about 15.13 last October, and I peaked up to 17.7, but some of that was bloooatttt.) since I started climbing (I'm a mesomorph, and I put on muscle like nobody's business given half a chance. Unfortunately, I'm also Ukrainian and have had a couple of bouts with crash weight loss due to major illness, and my body is very adamant about hanging onto those energy reserves In Case of Famine.) I'm still wearing the same jeans size I was in November, however, and if anything they're a little looser, and I think some of the fluff is starting to come off now finally. Which would be nice, because it's really not helping me on the overhangs. 

For those of you playing along at home, by the way, I'm around a size sixteen currently. (I have the bone structure of a plowhorse and ginormous tits, and start to look awkwardly thin and feel frail if I drop below 160 or so. If I'm in muscle, I should weigh around 175. So yes, of course, all the sports I love are the ones where it pays to be light and quick and strong for your size. Go figure.)

Now, I'm going to shower and make tea and toast myself a bagel and spend the rest of the day working on Seven for a Secret, because I have eaten my live frog and have no other plans, and nothing worse is likely to happen all day.


:) remember muscle weighs more than fat. So as you gain weight and your size 16 pants get more and more loose it is the results of all the running and climbing.
Huh. I thought I said that in my entry.
I sympathize. Deeply. Rowing does *not* reward my body type.

Incidentally, I found outdoor climbing a bit better than indoor for me; I can do either reasonably well, being fairly strong for my weight, but on outdoor climbs (i.e. using what the rock gives me) I can often make use of smaller holds a bigger person can't manage. Indoor routes, I've convinced, are too often set *by* tall people *for* tall people and sometimes there are just holds I can't reach. Or jump to.

(I smiled at the dyno move that recently showed up on one of the WTF LJs. Yes, that works. But not always. And it's absobloodylutely typical that the Big People think it does.)
Hee. Although the best climber in my group is the 5'1 girl, who totally kicks the ass of either the 5'11 guy or either of the 5'7 girls. Her balance and technique and strength/weight ratio is so superior to the rest of ours that the height doesn't matter at all.

And she can make moves we can't, because her body fits in tight spaces better, and she can maintain her center of gravity more easily on a reach.
*so jealous of running* ^__^ Bwah, someday, I shall be able to do that again.

Oh, and as an aside, again your icon is wonderful. I think you may have the neatest collection of user icons of all my flist. :D

Edited at 2008-05-16 03:14 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

I, um. really like icons. *g*
We have a mock orange bush in bloom at the corner of the house. It is now over six feet tall.
Ugg. Over the past two days, the average temp at 0700 when I run (as gathered from the clock/thermometer at the bank I go past) has climbed from 65ish to 80.

I do not approve.
>> For those of you playing along at home, by the way, I'm around a size sixteen currently. (I have the bone structure of a plowhorse and ginormous tits, and start to look awkwardly thin and feel frail if I drop below 160 or so. If I'm in muscle, I should weigh around 175. So yes, of course, all the sports I love are the ones where it pays to be light and quick and strong for your size. Go figure.


Interesting. Apparently Sweden and the Ukraine have similar stock. Drop all of your weight measures by ten pounds, you would be describing me. I'm guessing you are probably a tad taller than I am. And I'm fluctuating between a sixteen and 18 right now, because I haven't found the time to get back to Tae Kwon Do.
I'm Swedish on the other side. So yeah, strong like ox. *g* Not so nimble.
Speaking of ginormous tits, or rather, not, I just had the disheartening experience of trying on a dress that fit perfectly in the waist and finding it too big in the tits. In Taiwan. In a store that sells to locals, not tourists.


(For comparison, work had a party at Hooters Taipei a while ago, which was a fairly surreal experience all around. The Taiwanese Hooters girls would each mass about equal to one breast of the average US ones.)
I would happily hand over, oh, 80% of my boob mass to anybody who wanted it. I would like to be an A cup, and not have to worry about fucking engineering every day of my life.

Also, with the back pain. :-P

(The older I get, the more tempted I get by breast reduction surgery.)
I have the Ukranian body type, too, which is one of the more stubborn on giving up the stored energy. I live down in the swamp, now, so you'd think the body could be convinced there's no imminent ace-age, but nooooooo. The fact that it's generally hot and humid makes outdoor exercise difficult, though, so no help there.

Around our house, the phrase was "strong like bull" in said heavy slavic accent.
So I've been reading your climbing posts a bit obsessively and it looks like so much fun. I'm sort of incredibly shy about doing stuff like this as I'm probably in the same shape/size as you were before you started any of this and I'm a shy person to begin with. (This is why I usually scuba dive, no one looks at you while you do and you get to wear more clothes than usual.)

The local climbing gym offers two options, you can take a three week class for beginners or there is a women's climbing club that meets once a week and can give basic instruction. Is either a better way to learn? Have any advice for a beginner?
Hmm. Why don't you try the club, and if it's not working out, or if you want more instruction, take the class?

I won't lie to you; it's an incredibly strenuous workout. But it's also a whole lot of fun. And I love that the only person I'm competing against is myself.
I love these posts...I started doing my own "boot camp" about two months ago to get rid of the odd jiggles here and there and you are totally awesome and kickass with the running/climbing/what have you. I'm still on the wussy elliptical machine at the gym with the odd walk when the sun comes out.

I'm 5'10'' and have no idea what I weigh currently because scales and I have had bad encounters in the past...but I'm a size 8 and would like to drop down to a size 7 or 6 with my new!sexy!muscles...I have the beanpole bone structure where any excess weight shows up with bright flashing lights and little red flags going LOOKIT MY BUTT.

Every time I'm feeling like I should cheat and skip my fitness, I seem to find one of your entries and I can guilt-trip my ass to the gym. :D
You're built like my mom. *g*
I keep telling myself that one reason I'm making the progress I am as a skier is that I've finally found a sport where being short, mesomorphic and powerful thighed is an asset. Well, maybe not the short piece. Mesomorphic with big thighs that muscle up good, though...good ski body. Just have to get over that eeek! factor of ski downhill fast now! But the strong quad sure work good when hitting the g-factors on a sharp turn...

My massage therapist worked with someone who did some work on Picabo
Street. His comment about the friend's comment about Picabo was..."My God, the lady has quads!