I am alive.
I am still kind of injured a little.
I have not been blogging regularly.
I have been working out.
I have not been happy with how that has been going.
We've gone over the tendon in my leg already. I've been doing as much foam roller-ing as I can and that seems to be helping. Obi-Tri Kenobi suggested drinking some tea after I roll, as rolling released the built up stuff in the tendon and tea, being warm, gets into the blood volume better and quicker, which will then help carry they junk the roller released out of the problem area and into my kidney, where it can be, er, evacuated. So I've been drinking tea, which I never ever do because I hadn't found a tea I like. Tazo Zen green tea, however, isn't bad and is growing on me. I'd still rather a cup of Hawaiian coffee, but this will do. I don't know if the roller/tea combo is what is making me feel better but something is. I still feel tight after a ride, but there isn't pain during activity anymore. Big step.
|She can't help being so adorable though, can she?|
To motivate a longer ride this weekend I used the Grey. He and I met at Dillingham Airfield and we rode up Pineapple, though the Helemano Base neighborhood, and back down, about 35 miles in all over 2.5 hours. I knew that if I was meeting a friend I would ride. But right now Super Awesome Wife and I are staying at a friend's house in Ewa Beach, and I'm not impressed with the riding options down here. It's flat and residential. Meh.
You're thinking, "Dirtbag, register for a race. That will motivate you." And you are right. But I can't. You see, and I think this is the first time I'm mentioning this in this space, Super Awesome Wife and I are looking to move. I've applied all over Oregon in hopes of grabbing a teaching job. Rent is amazing there, and we could live on one teacher income. Which is good, because Super Awesome Wife wants to be Super Awesome Stay-At-Home Mom come December, and that just ain't happening here in Hawai'i. This unsureness is probably the major factor is all my fitness woes. I have no home, simply a place to stay until I know what will come of this school year. School here starts next week. I am waiting to hear back from an interview I had last week some time this week. I have no solid footing. I actually think that's why I haven't written in a while too. I need to write a race report for the last open water swim. I have an active.com article sitting and waiting for one more once over before I submit it. And a bunch of workouts just got condensed into three paragraphs. But I have no Writing Space. That is more important that I imagined. Upheaval isn't great for Dirtbag creativity and output.
One way or another things are going to be figured out soon and then I'll be able to move forward again, either towards moving to another state and school or towards a good, strong season and school year here in a new place.