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The Voices in my Head

Little Red is haunting me.

First, they sent me an email reminding me it was time to register. Yah, yah, yah I know.

Second, I went to S.'s tri event on Saturday and the Exercise Diva reminded me it was time to register. Easy for her to say she is pregnant and due a month after the Little Red so in all reality is NOT going to do the Little Red. (Maybe I need to get pregnant?)

The little voice in the back of my head says, "Get real, you are totally out of shape you are NOT doing the Little Red this year."

Third, I get an email from Super Will, who provided some major motivation for last years Little Red ride. He was actually sending an email out about the MS ride that he is doing. He is looking for ride sponsors. I am going to provide the link because every little bit counts so if your able please send a couple of dollars his way. (Super Will's MS ride Link)

After reading Super Will's email the little voice reminded me again about the condition I am in.

Just when I finally decide, Nope, not happening this year. . .

Little Red sends a post card saying, "Time to register."

Then suddenly the little voice connected to my inner skinny girl, I do my very best to ignore her, she is always saying things like, "Don't eat that cookie!" "Get out of bed!" "Get Moving!" "Do a 100 mile bike ride!" I have found that her advice is not often very fun said, "Enough already, just register, and do the best you can."

So I'm doing the Little Red and the last couple of days have found my rear aloft my bike. My rear and I are both questioning our judgement about doing the ride.

However, the thing about my inner skinny girl is once I start listening to her she just doesn't shut up. Ever been in an aerobic class with an instructor you could gladly gag. YEAH, that is her yakking away about exercise, nutrition, and bike rides.

Until I find away to shut her up it is going to be back to training for me. Two days down and about a 100 more to go.


Prayers and Hugs,



PS HUHH UMMM Heather..DO NOT MAKE ME DO THIS BY MYSELF!!!!!
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Heather Bowles said…
I just got the post card in the mail as well. I did not throw it away, so I don't know what to make of that.
February 9, 2010 at 8:19 AM
Willow said…
P.S. You can totally do it!!
February 9, 2010 at 10:50 AM
Willow said…
You are so awesome!! I will do little red with you (in spirit, because I'll be in Texas that week) as soon as I kick the pneumonia I have. Good news, while I am not yet ready to ride, I am coughing and wheezing less. However, my inner skinny girl has been replaced with the prednizone munchies.... it is an odd diachotomy to endure. I mean, how is the inner skinny to compete with pharmachology induced snacking?

So, tell me all your training secrets so that I can start riding as soon as the lungs are healthy.
February 9, 2010 at 10:50 AM
Me, Myself and I said…
PS - I'm surprised she's not still planning on doing Little Red, big and pregnant and everything. She is the Exercise Diva, after all.
February 9, 2010 at 12:29 PM
Me, Myself and I said…
Didn't Exercise Diva used to go by a different name? You forgot to mention she's pregnant with her 10th kid(or so). If getting pregnant is your plan for getting out of Little Red... uh... maybe you should talk to your husband about that...
February 9, 2010 at 12:29 PM
Angie said…
I think it's funny you changed her name. :) She's my hero. She's crazy, but I wish I had her endurance. You know, for exercise.
February 14, 2010 at 1:40 PM
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