Dedicated to the Sport

Oh, right. I have a blog.

About that healthy eating stuff: two weeks of tracking shows that I don't consume anywhere near enough calories. There are two ways for me to take that, given that I feel like I eat when I'm hungry, and I eat until I'm full:

1. I don't consume enough calories, or

2. All those calorie calculators and scientists are lying to make humans feel better about themselves, kind of like Banana Republic has turned a size 4 into a 00 so that girls like me go Oh! I'm a 00! I'm must have this skirt/dress/huge muumuu!

Probably the scientists aren't lying (but Banana Republic is full of it). I can't eat more than I do at meals without feeling like crap afterwards, so I'm trying to do that five small meals a day thing. So far so good. I'm hungry all the time. And I rarely eat cookies, because there's not time. Ok, I still eat cookies every few days, but I call them small meals now. Here's a link to a super healthy small meal.

I was thinking about people who are dedicated to triathlon and write blogs about how focused they are on their goals or how they're turning pro and really giving it a go, and I realized that I am about 5% dedicated to this sport. I am mostly dedicated to kids, work, the beach, drinking, and reading books. Sometimes reading books overlaps with training, when I read on the trainer, so maybe those weeks I'm 6% dedicated. Why was I thinking about this? Because the only way I'm going to race a full IM anywhere, the distance I really love, would be to turn pro. Because I'm not enough of a planner to sign up for a race 364 days 23 hours and 59 minutes in advance, so I don't have any I can do. And well, I'm not going to turn pro, because of that whole 6% dedicated thing, but it's tempting. The appeal is both the last minute entry and the cost-effectiveness. You pay the entry fee one time for unlimited races. It's kind of like when you go to a bar in Vegas in the morning and it's $10 for a bloody mary, or $15 for all the bloody marys you can drink. It's a no-brainer, financially.

I should sign up for a tri, there's a part of me that would really like to get back to Kona, and I know Honu will sell out soon. But I just can't stand to. It's really too bad I didn't fall in love with Ultimate Frisbee, or those juggling sticks things, or some other cheap hippie sport.

I have shittyshinitis, aka shin splints. It happened overnight. I cannot even walk without pain. I've had shittyshins since 7th grade, but can usually manage them with shoe rotation. I stopped running and started icing and adviling and wearing running shoes to work like I think I'm in college or something in attempt to avoid another stress fracture (number 6? 8? I've lost count). I'm in time out.

The moral of this story, somehow, is that injury = cookies.

(Me, the only dorky human on Molokai in dumb running shoes last weekend, and cute Shel.)

And Haseena and me at Waipio (that counts as icing).