This basically embodies my two goals right now: to be strong and soft. To have lovely form, and a lovely dress.
I have so little experience when it comes to training. I'm not sure that what I've been doing over the past few weeks would even count as training. I've basically been working out, eating well, and indulging in a little insanity.
Take last weekend, for instance. As I previously mentioned, I've signed up to compete in the Superfit games in Charlottesville, Virginia; a CF-style competition for charity. We got a hint from the website that one of the events would involve sandbags, and running. So my fiance, his cousin and I made some makeshift sandbags out of pillowcases/old gym bags and headed to the biggest hill we could find to have ourselves a run.
Keep in mind we live in the Appalachian mountains and a hill here is really a baby mountain. This hill, in particular, is so steep and high that it has a moon-like atmosphere up top. It's bare like a tundra and has it's own weather system.
I was carrying 25lbs of sand in a pillowcase, my fiance and his cousin had 50lbs. The idea was to up the hill, for time. I made it about 15 feet at a slow jog before I had to walk. Even then my lungs were ignited, and I could feel exhaustion sweeping up and down my body in waves. As I got closer to the top I had to push myself with everything I had to keep walking. The sandbag was propped onto my right shoulder but seemed to have no bearing in how I was feeling. Weight or no weight, the hill was winning.
When I reached the top, I collapsed onto the ground, luckily missing the cow pies, and gasped for a few minutes. All of us lie there gasping amongst the cow pies.
The insanity of training has been a nice compliment to the insanity of wedding planning. One seems to take my mind off the other and sometimes, one makes the other seem silly and trivial. Although I somewhat cringe at the idea of seeing them come to fruition, I'm also equally excited. The competition is going to be insanely hard but hopefully just as satisfying. It's so close, I can hear the victorious clinking of beer bottles...
Then, I can go home and pick out wedding invitations.
