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Updates: Bootcamp & Bike

Two things:

  • Day 2 of Pre-Hockey Bootcamp was much easier than Day 1. That is to say, it still kicked my ass, but slightly less so than Day 1. Also, I discovered that I am super kickass at skipping. On Day 1 we did our skipping on the grass and I wasn’t very good at it. Yesterday, we skipped on pavement and I was super duper fast and barely tripped up at all when I was doing the skipping1. I may or may not have rewarded myself for surviving Day 2 with a nice, cold beer.
  • After deciding that I did, in fact, want to buy a hybrid bike2, I discovered that I can’t fit hybrid bikes in the trunk of my car. At least not the three that I tried at the shop yesterday3. The handlebars are just a bit too wide and it makes it so that I can’t fit the bike, even with both tires taken off, fully into my trunk. We even tried taking the seat off one of them, but it still wouldn’t fit. And I really don’t want to have to disassemble my entire bike every time I bring it somewhere. Two of the bike shop guys even suggested (independently of each other) that I could just leave the top part of my hatchback open with the bike sticking out a bit, but I live in freaking Vancouver, where it rains 13 months a year, so I nixed that idea immediately. I’m going to go out to a few other bike shops on Sunday to look at brands that they didn’t carry at Dunbar Cycle (e.g., Kona and Trek – as well as MEC has its own line of bikes), but I may, just may, have to go for a road bike instead. It wouldn’t be the end of the world, because I really did like the feel of the Giant Avail!
  1. I’m sure this will come as a major surprise to Sarah, who I’m sure remembers the pathetic display of uncoordination that was me trying to skip in grade 9 gym class! []
  2. For all the reasons mentioned by commenters on my previous post about buying a bike []
  3. The Norco Indie 2, the Devinci Stockholm, and the Giant Seek []

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This Boot(camp) Was Made For Kicking My Ass

Day 205

Not this kind of boot

As part of our preparation for the Longest Ever Game of Hockey in the History of the Universe to Raise Money for Cystic Fibrosis, a bootcamp is being run for players to help get us into OMG-we-are-playing-hockey-for-10-freaking-days shape. Little known fact: Bootcamps are called “bootcamps” because at the end of the session, you feel like someone has kicked you repeatedly with a steel-toed boot.

OK, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration. But tonight we did, in fact, have our first bootcamp session and IT. WAS. NOT. EASY. Fortunately, the trainers were very positive and encouraging and had awesome, challenging activities for us to do. Except the warm-up exercise called “the spider.” Because you know how I feel about spiders. The activities were a good mix of cardio and strength-training and though by the end of it I felt like I wanted to throw up, it was the good kind of I-want-to-throw-up feeling. It was the I-worked-really-hard and this-is-improving-my-fitness-level kind of I-want-to-throw-up feeling1. And tonight was just the first of 14 sessions, so I’m sure that after we’ve done this for a few weeks, I’ll look much less pathetic on the field.

Also, tonight’s session reminded me that though I’m pretty darned active, I have almost no upper body strength. Which may be due to the fact that I do no upper body exercises whatsoever2. When I started my 30 days of hot yoga, I really noticed that my upper body strength was, shall we say, craptastic, but by the end of the 30 days I was noticeably stronger. Then, of course, I stopped going to yoga every day and now I have the upper body strength of a carrot again. So I’m hoping that this bootcamp session will help me not only build back some of that strength, but also teach me some exercises that I can continue to do on my own in between sessions, and after the bootcamp is over. A girl can dream, right?

  1. It may have also been the as-soon-as-I-no-longer-feel-like-I-want-to-throw-up-I’m-getting-an-ice-cream-cone kind of I-want-to-throw-up feeling, []
  2. Funny how that works, eh? []