Sunday, November 4, 2012

at the end of the day....

2:42 AM Posted by brit No comments
we just have fundamentally different beliefs...

because if you had to deal with the pressure of being me,
the overwhelming belief by society that you're just some lazy hoodrat,
that you're just another slut, baby mama, whore,
that you're lazy, unintelligent,undeserving,
that  you grew up in the hood so you'll never amount to anything,
that you grew up in a single parent home so you'll never amount to anything,
that society and the stereotypes think the worst of you (but the best of your asian friends, your white friends and all other minority friends, except muslim or latino)

that you had to grow up remembering:
that time your car was egged and people yelled racial slurs at you in pasadena, because you were driving through the last known kkk hq in houston
everytime some little old white lady has clutched her purse in fear when you're the only person on the elevator
the first time driving alone being pulled over for no reason (still have a no speeding ticket, spotless record)
the first time youve been stolen from, or rather everytime your house has been broken into (5)

that the more you 'act white' i.e. the more you:
study & make good grades
don't use slang
listen to music other than r&b and rap
exercise (god forbid cycling or running)
aspire to be something better than what you came from
the more you're ridiculed and alienated.

because if you had to deal with that pressure.
that feeling of being alone and misunderstood by everyone.
every.single.day.
you couldn't think the worst of people.
because if you did, you'd be beyond fucked up and broken down.
you would be paranoid and angry your entire life

so I can't be that person. 

I have to believe that that little old lady has some personal experience that makes her afraid of me and not some blanket assumption about black people.

I have to believe that there was a reason other than driving while black that i've been pulled over, despite my perfect, ticketless record and up to date insurance and car tags.  I have to believe that I've been made to get out of my car and embarrassed on the street (and probably let off pretty easy because my wallet was in my backpack full of books in college) because someone with a description really similar to me just committed a crime, not simply because I'm a minority.

I have to believe that those people ridiculing me for 'acting white' are just ignorant and dont know any better, and I should feel sorry of their small world view instead of angry that once again, I'm being made fun of for being smart.

I have to believe that when some person makes a erroneous blanket statement, they are basing that on someone they personally know, and not stereotypes or media soundbytes, and I shouldn't take it personally.

I have to believe that.

Because otherwise, what's the point?

And that fundamental belief in good, though admittedly I don't always believe that, is something that will always define me. And I guess thats where we will differ. 

Too much thinking.  I'm going to sleep.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

A little bit of grey

11:28 AM Posted by brit No comments
Last night...love that bar
So things I know about myself and will begrudgingly admit...I don't believe in grey.  For the most part, I'm pretty black and white.  I'm either very deliberative about a task or very impulsive. No in-between.

I'm sure this is a huge problem in the dieting and weight loss scheme of things.  Because when I'm dieting/exercising I'm fine.  I don't miss going out. I feel I'm much more productive etc etc.

And then I'm not. I'm off the wagon. 

And man I miss/forgot how fun it is to drink from happy hour to beyond dinner. 
Shots? Yes please. 
Doubles? I'll have another.
Frozen? Straight Up? Beer? Wine? Sure.
Daydrinking? Brunch? What time, I'm there.
Being triple booked with parties? Sign me up.

When I'm off the dieting wagon, I'm generally like eff wagons, I saw no wagon whatsoever. 

But I have gotten somewhat better...rise and grind...tomorrow.  Today, if I'm ambitious, I may get a short run in before Liz's bday dinner.

October Wrap Up:

Oct 1: 243 lbs
Nov 1:239 lbs

Awesome day in Oct I need to note: Oct 19: 236 lbs.

Four down...


Monday, October 29, 2012

Shenanigans

9:57 PM Posted by brit No comments
I've accomplished three things today. (Outside actual working and such)

1.  Cooked for dinner! (Been out of habit the last week)
2.  Finished thank you postcards! Praise the baby Jesus.  Will be mailed tomorrow!
3.  Blogged.  Happening now.  Felt guilty not blogging recently. This short post will have to do.

Getting my thank you note on...

pork chop and quinoa and spinach
Longer blog later..perhaps about the monster mash weekend, general running and such. and maybe, just maybe the awesome star trek:voyager marathon i've been on. 

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Breakfast post run

11:31 AM Posted by brit No comments

Orange
Egg white scramble with turkey bacon spinach onion salsa and a touch of parmigiano

And water.

It's like the anti typical Sunday brunch.

4miles of running in. Word.


Thursday, October 18, 2012

New Page on the Blog!

Run Brit Run! My run keeper log!

In other news, things I LOVE about running. The amount of calories burned per run.  I use a heart rate monitor so I can be accurate (online calculators over inflate the calories I burn), and this mornings 45 mins was 400 calories. 

In other news, things I HATE about running.  Everything else.  Seriously who invented this as a sport/hobby/whatever.  This should only be used to escape death. i.e. lions, tigers and bears. 

Not even criminals.  Just hand over your purse.  Save yourself from the running.

But I digress.I knew I needed a cardio change, because I don't burn those kinds of calories anymore biking...or ellipticaling (it's a word on britdoeslife).  And I used to...like several years ago used to. So that at least makes me happy.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Sunday Night Football!

8:08 PM Posted by brit No comments
I figure I have some time to post before the Texans game with an update on my modest goals of October. 

So goal:
1.  5 days week workout/ I've actually havent been good about keeping track of this.  But thanks to the handy half marathon training schedule, I know I've been pretty much on track with this.  The run yesterday (horrible, horrible, running=evil) torched 500 something calories according to my heart rate monitor, so on the flip side I'm looking forward to the calories burned with running.)

2.  Food tracking.  Been really good on this.  Reminds me, i need to track today.

3.  Weigh Ins.  Been good on this.

4.  Cooking! Glancing at my banking, looks like I've only gotten take out twice in October. ( I've eaten out a few times with people, which is something I'm fine with.) I'm really excited about that.  I've been cooking alot, and its hard.  But it's alot easier to do when I have no unhealthy options at home. In other news, there is a lentil and beef stew crock potting (yes its a word) and smelling delicious right now. 

5.  Lose some freaking weight.
Oct 1- Weigh In:243
Oct 13 - Weigh In: 239

Progress. 


Ok let's watch some Texans, they need some help right now.






So maybe not the best pic, but my mushroom, spinach, onion egg scramble with a side of refried beans was awesome.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Crazy insane or insane crazy?

4:27 PM Posted by brit No comments

Crazy insane or insane crazy?
When I say Hussein you say Shady...

this exchange made me think of eminem's square dance.  good song. need to listen to more eminem while running. 

Brittani: right. the half isnt team in training, i want to do a tri and dammit next year i'm finishing a century ride so if they offer honolulu i'll do it. or at least mentor for it and go.
 
Brandi: you are incredible
i aspire to do these things and you are really out there doing them
im so proud of you
for getting your ass in gear, literally lol
 
Brittani: i am insane. lol
 Insanity.  Straight Up. 3 miles this morning.  At least tomorrow is a crosstraining day.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Oh crap....

3:49 PM Posted by brit , No comments
Today has been a normal person's non-cycle morning so far.  It's amazing how much stuff you can get done/how many people you can socialize with when you're not training. 

Going to house parties on Friday night and not leaving at 8p bc you have to be up in the morning at 4a.

Running errands...amazing. Not having to squeeze in oil changes and furniture shopping during the week.

Not being exhausted in the afternoon and being able to just loiter around without being dirty, sweaty and having to clean and put up bike gear. So lovely.

But of course all I could think about when I woke up and looked outside is that its a beautiful day for a bike ride.

Ha.

In other news. As I was happily sipping my starbucks this morning (because even if I wasnt riding this weekend, I was having a craigslist meetup to bike a bike trainer) I had a epiphany of sorts.  It went like:

So training now for half marathon in February....exactly 19 weeks away.  Check.
Then Texasman Tri training begins in February. Check
Texasman Tri in May. Check
Then century ride training begins in May.  Check
Then century ride in September. Check.

Wait....half marathon, triathlon and century ride all in one year. Oh sweet infant baby Jesus. This ish is cray. 

I need the prayer....now.
Panic!  When I hit January 1, I'll be in full out panic about this training.

And I had a mild panic about the like $7,000 grand I'm going to need to raise to do all this for team in training next year.  Ho-ly-Crap!


I'm just gonna leave that little gem, and go to the football game. The only way to combat this panic is by drinking.

WHOOOOOOOSE HOUSE!!!





Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Livestrong Day

9:16 AM Posted by brit 1 comment
Today is livestrong day


And you know a couple of years ago that really wouldn't have meant anything to me.  But now a few years later and over $8,500 bucks raised for cancer research it means a lot to me.

A few years ago my grandma was diagnosed with breast cancer.  I spent a whole lot of time with my grandma growing up.  My pre-k, elementary school, high school and college were five mins away from my grandmas.  My elementary school was in walking distance; my grandma walked me to school.  She also woke me up, fed me, found the clothes my mom would drop us off with and made sure we did homework.  I still remember the 'wash your face, brush your teeth song'.

When I joined my church a long time ago in vacation bible school.  It was because of my grandma.  She'd been a member of my church over 50 years, and a prominent member at that.  My grandma was selfless, never gossiping, never angry.  I don't remember seeing my grandma angry...ever.  Even when us 4 grandchildren would destroy her house every summer.  There are a million other things I could say about my grandma

So in 2009 when my grandma was  diagnosed.  I was like whatever, she'll get through it.  And my grandma's typical fashion, she was always 'fine' when I asked her about it. 

She was 'fine' through the mastectomy. 
She was 'fine' when the cancer was gone.
She was 'fine' when the cancer returned. And had spread. Everywhere.
She was 'fine' the last day she was coherent in the hospital.
And I know, she's probably better than fine now, in heaven.

When I signed up for Leukemia & Lymphoma society's Team in Training last summer I was sold on the raising money for cancer part.  I told my grandma and she gave me $50.00.  At the beginning of this summer when I started gearing up for Vegas and fundraising taking my grandma off the prior donor list sucked. 

I started this journey because of my grandma, and I came back for more because of my coaches.

John & Courtney (my partner in crime in the back of the pack, and John's daughter)

This summer when Coach John was diagnosed with cancer.  I was pretty floored.  Last year coach John was with me when I HATED cycling.  You know, after I signed up for TNT and found out it was a little more than a walk in the park.  He was there all last summer when I dreaded practice. When I couldn't breathe, ever.  Couldn't pedal more that 10mph, ever.  And was generally over it.

SAG stops were always over that 'next hill'
It was always 'downhill from here....except for those uphills'

I dubbed him the coach that lies.
...and then I got an odometer so I knew exactly how far away SAG stops were. 

But Coach John is Coach John, always happy, always believing you can do it (when I rarely believed that in myself), and no matter what awful training course we were on, it was always a beautiful day for a bike ride. Even when it's pitch black at 5am in the middle of nowhere, Texas.  

It took me a whole summer to enjoy biking like John does.  This summer I really did think its a beautiful day for a bike ride.  I really did enjoy biking.  And I didn't mind the uphills...especially since I can hold a conversation while going up one now.  This summer I legit believed in myself.  Craziness. 


Cancer sucks.  And I know it's indiscriminate, but it really seems to show up in the best people I've ever known.  The people who I emulate and aspire to be.  So this livestrong day, do something meaningful. Because you never know who's next.

I'm doing this for my grandma.  I'm doing this for Coach John.  Who knows, I maybe doing this for me in a few decades.


Monday, October 1, 2012

morningfail and modestgoals

1:47 PM Posted by brit 2 comments
woke up to go runnning.

discovered only one running shoe made the move (hopefully. a more dire explanation is only one made it back from las vegas)

#morningfail

But after some thinking this past weekend I decided to write out some goals. And get back on the weight loss ball.  I'd really like the next few months to be weight loss first, endurance sport craziness next instead of the other way around.

So goals.  Really just getting back to the basics of where I was before, with a few twists.

1. 5 days week workouts. I need to start waking up in the morning again, I've really been slacking.

2. FOOD tracking! this really should be number one, I think its more important to getting me back on track. 

3.  Weigh Ins and actually tracking them.  I got a spiffy new scale that does weigh ins, fat %, and water %. Time to start using it and tracking it.

4.  And the hardest for last.  Cooking.  Not the hardest because I don't like cooking, but the hardest because my social life revolves around happy hours and eating out.  Related goal: less drinking. But since I'm a social drinker it would be pretty easy to wean off the drinking because I'm cooking at home and not eating out.  SO HARD.

5. Lose some freaking weight. By the time the Monster Mash rolls around, I'd like to be down 6 pounds. 

Ha that rhymes...but is true.  Signing off to the blog on a high note.

My calender for this week.  Not the best week to implement this plan.