Since Brandon was in town for softball tonight, he decided he wanted to come watch me play. Even better, he helped me throw and warm-up. I'm not entirely sure, but I think he thought I could throw pretty well. ;)
Anyway, the Wingdingers actually won! Yay! I played right-center and third ... and did completely average at both. I almost got an epic fail at third, but y'know. Only had three at-bats; walked, single, struck out swinging. Srsly, I need to learn how to hit. Grr.
In other news, now that hockey season is over, I need to start cranking out the tri training hardcore ...
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Just missed a hatty
Yesterday I played in the posters game, which is a somewhat organized game for all USCHO posters that play hockey. Sadly, this was the event I was MOST looking forward to, since the rest of the Frozen Four didn't exactly turn out the way I wanted.
I struggled early on, missing the net on multiple occasions and even missing wide open tips. It was sad. I took out my frustration on Candace for trying to steal my tuque from the previous night on one shift, and on another one I rode her into the boards. Not anything other than playing aggressive; however she took it another way and threw a couple punches. We both got tossed into the box for that one, and T lectured me on staying calm (blaahhhh).
In the third period of the game I finally broke through and scored a goal. Nothing special; just shot, grabbed my rebound, and put it in. My second goal was impressive though. I got a pass from Brian (Agassiz Line represent!) and took it around Mowers (who sucks) and fired it top shelf over the goalie's shoulder. GLM said he was very impressed with that. And a little ego stoking never hurts!
Overall, it was fun and I am looking forward to it next year, where I will hold my temper in check and maybe even take my game down a notch. ;)
I struggled early on, missing the net on multiple occasions and even missing wide open tips. It was sad. I took out my frustration on Candace for trying to steal my tuque from the previous night on one shift, and on another one I rode her into the boards. Not anything other than playing aggressive; however she took it another way and threw a couple punches. We both got tossed into the box for that one, and T lectured me on staying calm (blaahhhh).
In the third period of the game I finally broke through and scored a goal. Nothing special; just shot, grabbed my rebound, and put it in. My second goal was impressive though. I got a pass from Brian (Agassiz Line represent!) and took it around Mowers (who sucks) and fired it top shelf over the goalie's shoulder. GLM said he was very impressed with that. And a little ego stoking never hurts!
Overall, it was fun and I am looking forward to it next year, where I will hold my temper in check and maybe even take my game down a notch. ;)
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Poster Puck
Since the college hockey national championship (more commonly known as the Frozen Four) is in town, I helped organized a hockey game for a bunch of us college hockey nerds. It was also the first time I've played hockey in any way, shape or form since the Final Five.
Overall, it definitely wasn't one of my better games. I had a few shots - none that went in - and my defense was pretty shoddy too. It didn't help that I was double-shifting either, since I was the local who in theory wasn't affected by the altitude (... sports asthma notwithstanding).
Anyway, it was good to get some more hockey under my belt ... even if I did have to bug the boy to calm down a lot. ;)
Overall, it definitely wasn't one of my better games. I had a few shots - none that went in - and my defense was pretty shoddy too. It didn't help that I was double-shifting either, since I was the local who in theory wasn't affected by the altitude (... sports asthma notwithstanding).
Anyway, it was good to get some more hockey under my belt ... even if I did have to bug the boy to calm down a lot. ;)
Monday, April 7, 2008
Back after my toe injury
I really haven't done any cardio in two weeks due to my stupid toenail becoming ingrown again, but I had it removed last Friday, and after a couple days of healing, I said it's time to get back. I didn't want to go too nuts, so I just did the 20 minute treadmill workout of death.
My toe held up nicely for the 20 minutes. And my lungs did too, surprisingly enough. I really didn't think they would survive. At the end of it, the last 5 minutes, I ran it at 7.0 and kicked it up to a full sprint for the last 45 seconds. No pain in the toe. Last night, at about 2:30 in the morning, I woke up with massive pain and ripped the gauze off of it, screaming the entire time.
Can't wait to get out to Denver with the girl and work out with her.
My toe held up nicely for the 20 minutes. And my lungs did too, surprisingly enough. I really didn't think they would survive. At the end of it, the last 5 minutes, I ran it at 7.0 and kicked it up to a full sprint for the last 45 seconds. No pain in the toe. Last night, at about 2:30 in the morning, I woke up with massive pain and ripped the gauze off of it, screaming the entire time.
Can't wait to get out to Denver with the girl and work out with her.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Shouldn't Be Cleaning Up
So I really shouldn't be batting clean-up for my softball team. Wingdingers lost something like 15-5 tonight and I was pretty much useless. Went 1-for-3298071 (okay, more like 1-for-5 or 6), with my one hit being a blooper that should have gotten me out. Might have been a fielder's choice; don't remember.
In any case, I suck at hitting. I was never good with the bat when I played fast-pitch back in high school and currently, my slow-pitch hitting sucks too. Boo.
The worst part about tonight, though, wasn't my plate appearances. Oh no, it was my fielding which is normally pretty solid. I played centerfield tonight where, given that I can throw, isn't a bad spot for me. In fact, I liked center a lot back in high school. But tonight ... *sigh* One way over my head, some on the ground that rolled under my glove and one high in the air that I so should have had, but miscommunication with the left fielder meant it dropped. Shitty, shitty game overall for me.
Had I had more food in me, I may have gone to the gym afterward to work out my frustration. As I haven't eaten much today, I decided to go the wiser route (go home and shower). I also could have done option 3 which was go out and drink with everyone, but I'll save my first bar appearance for next week when Brandon's with me. Hopefully I'll play better with him around giving me pointers ...
In any case, I suck at hitting. I was never good with the bat when I played fast-pitch back in high school and currently, my slow-pitch hitting sucks too. Boo.
The worst part about tonight, though, wasn't my plate appearances. Oh no, it was my fielding which is normally pretty solid. I played centerfield tonight where, given that I can throw, isn't a bad spot for me. In fact, I liked center a lot back in high school. But tonight ... *sigh* One way over my head, some on the ground that rolled under my glove and one high in the air that I so should have had, but miscommunication with the left fielder meant it dropped. Shitty, shitty game overall for me.
Had I had more food in me, I may have gone to the gym afterward to work out my frustration. As I haven't eaten much today, I decided to go the wiser route (go home and shower). I also could have done option 3 which was go out and drink with everyone, but I'll save my first bar appearance for next week when Brandon's with me. Hopefully I'll play better with him around giving me pointers ...
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Gotta Get Through This
Went back to the gym today after missing yesterday (silly baseball and family). I wanted to try and get a VIP pass added on to my membership for Brandon, but word is they don't do those anymore. Grr. I'll have to see what my other options are so my boy and I can work out together when he's in town ...
Anyway, I did my 10 minutes on the recumbent bike and stretched out really well. So have to get my flexibility back ... After that, I hopped on the treadmill for 35 minutes of the 2 walk, 3 run cycle, walking at 3.5 mph and running at 6.0 mph. I really wanted to do the full 45 minutes, but my feet just didn't have it in them. Oh well, at least I'm running again.
I don't know what happened, but I have a new determination. Let's hope it stays around ...
Anyway, I did my 10 minutes on the recumbent bike and stretched out really well. So have to get my flexibility back ... After that, I hopped on the treadmill for 35 minutes of the 2 walk, 3 run cycle, walking at 3.5 mph and running at 6.0 mph. I really wanted to do the full 45 minutes, but my feet just didn't have it in them. Oh well, at least I'm running again.
I don't know what happened, but I have a new determination. Let's hope it stays around ...
Thursday, April 3, 2008
To find myself again
I started off the night by bowling...bowled really good.
I then drove my ass to the gym. I just wanted to hit the bag for a little while and do some arm work, since my toe injury is preventing me from running, which is really the only cardio I want to do. I put on Linkin Park and went and hit the bag for a good 10 minutes. Just hammerpunching the bag. I then did some jump rope, which wasn't a good idea since every time I landed on my toe I wanted to scream in pain.
I started off with 3 sets of 21's, then some shoulder presses, some curls, and finally some tricep work while balancing on the ball. It wasn't a lot of work, but enough to make the arms sore and feel good.
Tomorrow toe will get fixed and I can get back to running.
I then drove my ass to the gym. I just wanted to hit the bag for a little while and do some arm work, since my toe injury is preventing me from running, which is really the only cardio I want to do. I put on Linkin Park and went and hit the bag for a good 10 minutes. Just hammerpunching the bag. I then did some jump rope, which wasn't a good idea since every time I landed on my toe I wanted to scream in pain.
I started off with 3 sets of 21's, then some shoulder presses, some curls, and finally some tricep work while balancing on the ball. It wasn't a lot of work, but enough to make the arms sore and feel good.
Tomorrow toe will get fixed and I can get back to running.
Fie, Headache!
So I originally was planning on working out today (especially with all the sugar and fat i ate with brandon last night), but early this afternoon I started getting a massive headache and started deciding against it.
However, I came to a realization: I do that a lot. I have the best of intentions, then come up with some stupid (or valid. y'know.) excuse and then not work out. Seeing as how I want to kick MAJOR ass in my tri this summer and the marginal little detail that I'm gaining weight again, I said "screw you, head!" and went to the gym for some light cardio.
I started off with 15 minutes on the recumbent bike (nice, easy) and then stretched out which felt really good. It also made me realize that I have been really lazy in working out since my flexibility went to hell. Bah! After that, I hopped on the treadmill for a 10-minute mile (so 6.0 mph). My lungs, surprisingly enough, weren't that bad, so that gives me hope. We'll see, though ...
I'm also planning on getting Brandon on the membership so we have no excuses for not working out when he's in town.
However, I came to a realization: I do that a lot. I have the best of intentions, then come up with some stupid (or valid. y'know.) excuse and then not work out. Seeing as how I want to kick MAJOR ass in my tri this summer and the marginal little detail that I'm gaining weight again, I said "screw you, head!" and went to the gym for some light cardio.
I started off with 15 minutes on the recumbent bike (nice, easy) and then stretched out which felt really good. It also made me realize that I have been really lazy in working out since my flexibility went to hell. Bah! After that, I hopped on the treadmill for a 10-minute mile (so 6.0 mph). My lungs, surprisingly enough, weren't that bad, so that gives me hope. We'll see, though ...
I'm also planning on getting Brandon on the membership so we have no excuses for not working out when he's in town.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Sports: Way to Figure Out Relationships
So the boy wanted to play racquetball with me, so we went to one of the local rec centers and got a court. Now, before I go further, let me mention a few things:
a.) I haven't played racquetball in years.
b.) When I *did* play, it was never competitively (that is, never officially played by any rules).
c.) Brandon knows his shit.
d.) We're both competitive people.
Now, knowing that, you can guess how it went. It was good in that we both worked up quite a sweat, but bad in pretty much every other way, shape and form. He wanted me to have fun, but when he wants a competitive game and I, for lack of a better word, suck, such a thing is hard. That, coupled with errant shots that seemed aimed at my head, got me to thinking it would be easier if I just imagined him as some random stranger.
Brandon, on the other hand, since he actually knows how to play racquetball, started getting down on himself for missing shots - that is, getting angry. Given that I was a bit frustrated, I thought he was angry at ME ... and we were both pissed that these two random kids were sitting at our court's window just watching us.
Needless to say, by the end of it, we were barely talking to each other.
Now. That's not good ... mostly. However, it was good in that we realized that if we're ever going to compete with each other (in say, darts, bowling, pool, mini-golf, etc.), we need to lay ground rules (that is, no getting pissed at thyself! once thy gets to that point, it's no longer fun). Since we are competitive people and didn't decide immediately after this to "only have FUN as the goal," this probably could have ultimately meant DOOOOOM later on.
Therefore, sports are great ... and two competitive people CAN get along with each other. It just takes a fierce game of [something] combined with bumps and bruises to make them learn.
a.) I haven't played racquetball in years.
b.) When I *did* play, it was never competitively (that is, never officially played by any rules).
c.) Brandon knows his shit.
d.) We're both competitive people.
Now, knowing that, you can guess how it went. It was good in that we both worked up quite a sweat, but bad in pretty much every other way, shape and form. He wanted me to have fun, but when he wants a competitive game and I, for lack of a better word, suck, such a thing is hard. That, coupled with errant shots that seemed aimed at my head, got me to thinking it would be easier if I just imagined him as some random stranger.
Brandon, on the other hand, since he actually knows how to play racquetball, started getting down on himself for missing shots - that is, getting angry. Given that I was a bit frustrated, I thought he was angry at ME ... and we were both pissed that these two random kids were sitting at our court's window just watching us.
Needless to say, by the end of it, we were barely talking to each other.
Now. That's not good ... mostly. However, it was good in that we realized that if we're ever going to compete with each other (in say, darts, bowling, pool, mini-golf, etc.), we need to lay ground rules (that is, no getting pissed at thyself! once thy gets to that point, it's no longer fun). Since we are competitive people and didn't decide immediately after this to "only have FUN as the goal," this probably could have ultimately meant DOOOOOM later on.
Therefore, sports are great ... and two competitive people CAN get along with each other. It just takes a fierce game of [something] combined with bumps and bruises to make them learn.
something new...
So the lady friend and I tried our hands at a new game today...racquetball. I played quite a bit in college and thought this would be something fun for the both of us to do.
We got our stuff from the front desk and hit the court. We started by just volleying back and forth. Then I taught T how the scoring works during a game. We never actually got a game going, we just served it and played, never really keeping score. At one point T told me it was 9 billion to 2.
I realized at one point I was way too into this. I dove for one ball and bashed my knee into the wall which still really fucking hurts, plus slammed my head, shoulder, and lower back into the wall at various points. I was also getting really hard on myself for missing shots, when really it didn't matter at all. We left there in kind of bitter spirits, I don't know if it was towards each other or not, but still, not a good feeling.
T and I came up with some new rules for competing against each other. We have to have fun and not worry about scores. We also cannot be too hard on ourselves. If one person is, they get a warning from the other, and if it continues, they get hammer punched. Hopefully this will allow us to still go play pool, darts, etc with each other and not leave feeling hateful towards each other.
We got our stuff from the front desk and hit the court. We started by just volleying back and forth. Then I taught T how the scoring works during a game. We never actually got a game going, we just served it and played, never really keeping score. At one point T told me it was 9 billion to 2.
I realized at one point I was way too into this. I dove for one ball and bashed my knee into the wall which still really fucking hurts, plus slammed my head, shoulder, and lower back into the wall at various points. I was also getting really hard on myself for missing shots, when really it didn't matter at all. We left there in kind of bitter spirits, I don't know if it was towards each other or not, but still, not a good feeling.
T and I came up with some new rules for competing against each other. We have to have fun and not worry about scores. We also cannot be too hard on ourselves. If one person is, they get a warning from the other, and if it continues, they get hammer punched. Hopefully this will allow us to still go play pool, darts, etc with each other and not leave feeling hateful towards each other.
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