Great Indoors

Recently heat has not allowed me to train properly for running, and being on vacation hasn’t also helped; so I have been concentrated in training indoor, swimming and spinning…
It has been great, on Monday I swam 2000 meters, but the important thing is that I did 2 series of 500, a thing I hadn’t done in a long long time; and today I built a spinning class for myself, I had my iPod and I started cycling at the rhythm of the music, it was great!
I don’t know why every spinning class must involve lame pop and reggaeton music, I did my own class with rock and I must admit my performance was way better…I did a sprint while listening to “Walcott” (Vampire Weekend), and I enjoy “Just Like Heaven” (The Cure) so much that I managed to kept my cadence with more gear.
The sad thing is that indoor training will only last until next weekend, and I will have to find another gym, or else, wake up early to avoid the terrible Mexican and Texan sun.
Anyway, great training indoor is better than lame training outdoors or not training at all…somehow I’ll manage to keep my motivated and great streak in other kind of training.

Gone Gone Gone (Done Moved On)

So, it's been a while without blogging, but not without training, even though I didn't do it with the proper intensity.
I have been training every week for at least 4 times, and of course it hasn't been enough to successfully finish another olympic triathlon, but at least I haven't lost my condition.
The reason I haven't been able to blog, nor to train every day, is because I am currently closing an important phase of my life, and it has been physically and emotionally demanding...aside from the fact that I just recently returned from the best vacation I've ever had, in which I wanted to do nothing, specially not being in touch with any electronic device (apart from reading twitter, of course).
And the thing is that I am very eager to start my new life now, not only because being unemployed and not studying has been very boring, but because I need to finally be established somewhere, wherever it is...
I hope my further entries are a little bit optimistic, but right now I just feel like I am already gone, but at the same time stuck in limbo.
Anyway, training has kept me calm, at least...

Crazy In Love

I hate to admit this, but I have fallen deeply in love with a pair of tennis shoes I found in a retail store...every item in the store is on sale except for that pair of shoes...the Asics Gel Kayano 17, coloured white and pink.
And I would have bought them if I would still be working, but spending 180 USD in a pair of shoes I do not need (careless their beauty and the fact that they of course will be useful) does not seem like a very intelligent idea.
I am sure I will find such shoes on sale soon in any other store, but the whole situation has made me wonder why now I feel more excited for a pair of tennis shoes than for a pair of stilettos...
I guess in the end people don’t change...I am a compulsive shopper when it comes to clothing, whether it's clothes for partying or for sporting...
Anyway, I will begin the shoe hunting right now, wish me luck!

Free As A Bird

It’s been 5 days since I started being a “not-nor” (nini in Spanish, those who do NOT work, NOR study), and although I know this will only last for a little while, I feel certain freedom that I hadn’t felt in my entire life.
The reason for this is that in the next weeks, I will be moving to Austin, to pursue a Masters Degree…not only will I be studying, but I also know that such city will help me improve my training skills, Austin is a city that just invites people to exercise.
And with such freedom, my first thought was “man, I will have plenty of time to dedicate to my triathlon training”, and it hasn’t been that way for these 5 days; and it will get worse because on Friday I will be taking a vacation for over one week, therefore training seems impossible.
The above mentioned has led me to think, is it really true that now I am more free than before? Or is it that now that I am thinking that going in a vacation will not allow me train, not only means that I am giving more important to exercise than life, but is also a small symptom of some kind of slavery?
Sport goals can never be greater than personal goals and personal growth, and I do not see it that way; but somehow those who surround me think that I will ruin my training if I take 8 days to travel and enjoy being with my boyfriend (an activity even greater, and which makes me way happier than really succeed in any race).
Then who is the one who is free? Does having time to spare mean that I am free? Or could it be that freedom comes from somewhere hidden in every heart, and is completely isolated from the idea of having enough time to train?