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Spinning Tunes

This week’s Spinning playlist, hot off the Spinner! I tortured my Monday morning class with 40 seconds high effort/20 seconds low effort intervals and they really delivered — must’ve been the music. (heh) All songs available on iTunes.

Aouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

  1. Even Better Than The Real Thing — U2 (3:41)
  2. Loba — Shakira (3:10)
  3. Upgrade U — Beyoncé Feat. Jay-Z (4:33)
  4. Bad Romance — Lady Gaga (4:55)
  5. I Want You — Paris Hilton (3:12)
  6. Take On Me (De Lorean Radio Mix) — Ammonia (3:13)
  7. My Life Would Suck Without You — Kelly Clarkson (3:33)
  8. Drum Trip — Rusted Root (3:45)
  9. When I Grow Up — The Pussycat Dolls (4:05)
  10. Bonito — Jarabe de Palo (4:14)
  11. Love Lockdown — Kanye West (4:31)
  12. Get Right — Jennifer Lopez (3:51)
  13. Hard — Rihanna and Jeezy (4:11)
  14. Whataya Want From Me — Adam Lambert (3:47)
  15. If It Kills Me — Jason Mraz (4:34)

I’m always open to hearing what gets you into the zone when you’re working out. Post a comment and let us know, and it just may show up in a future playlist!

January 20, 2010 at 9:03 pm Leave a comment

Haul On

If you’re looking for a reason to haul, look no further!

48A Spin To Remember: This Spinning (indoor cycling) benefit will benefit the Feal Good Foundation, a charity that helps Sept. 11 first responders and their families. Michael Grassi, a New York Sports Club Spinning instructor (and Ironman athlete, not too shabby!) will lead six 45-minute Spinning classes back to back at the Mahwah NYSC on Friday, Sept. 11. You don’t have to be an NYSC member to participate. Donations can be made online at the foundation’s site and also will be accepted the day of the event. Refreshments will be provided. For more information or to reserve your time slot — you don’t have to ride all six classes! — call the club at 201.848.0015.

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Mahwah 2k9 10k race/5k run/2k walk: This run/walk event will take place on Sunday, Oct. 4, at Darlington County Park in Mahwah. Proceeds will go to Mahwah schools. Sign up online at www.active.com or at www.themsf.org.

And when you’re done, don’t forget to let us know where your buns have been

September 1, 2009 at 8:49 pm Leave a comment

Do Or Not Do: This Is My Tri!

Barefoot and dripping, I peeled off my swim cap and speedwalked to the transition site where Bertha awaited. “Have some water! Wash the Hudson out of your mouth!” volunteers cheerfully shouted, handing my fellow racers and I cups as we made our way to our bikes. I was smiling, laughing, giddy for no other reason than the fact that I hadn’t drowned in the river.

And despite the fact that I was jogging in a bathing suit.

I dried off as best as I could and donned my running shorts and tank top. It felt so weird to have my clammy suit stuck to my skin underneath everything, and I gave myself a few liberal swipes of Body Glide in an effort to avoid chafing and blisters. It should be noted that triathletes generally try to get in and out of the transition area as quickly as possible; good transition times can make up for slowness during the legs of the race. But I just really didn’t care. I wasn’t drinking mimosas and lounging around, but I also wasn’t freaking out when I temporarily couldn’t find one of my socks (like a woman was in the next row over).

So many bikes!

So many bikes!

That's my girl (Photo credit: The Boyfriend)

That's my girl, Bertha Blue. (Photo credit: The Boyfriend)

Helmet on, I walked Bertha out onto the course and hopped aboard. In the next two hours, I had one of the most fun bike rides of my life. I charged up a hill and sped out onto the 79th Street entrance to the West Side Highway. With the Hudson on my left, I pedaled north on a road normally reserved only for cars. (The city had shut it down just for us.) The uphills weren’t horrible, and the downhills were heaven. I felt like I was flying, going faster than I’d ever gone before with no turns or traffic to slow me down. People passed me, I passed people. Just like the swim, it didn’t matter. My only concern was not beating up my legs too much; I still had a 10K to run when the biking was done. I breezed through the tolls at the Henry Hudson Bridge — no EZ-Pass required — and continued north to the Moshulu Parkway exit, the turnaround point.

I saw people of all body types on bikes of all price points just doing their thing. I tried to keep my shoulders loose and made a mental note, as I stood up and stretched during a flat section of the course, that next time I’d wear shorts with a chamois in them. When I spotted race photographers out along the road, I sucked in my gut and grinned.

And then it was over. We turned again and re-entered the transition area, where I traded my helmet for a cap and basted myself with sunblock before bidding Bertha adieu. I started the run with legs that felt so heavy and feet that felt like they were barely moving. I followed all the other participants onto 72nd Street, also closed to traffic just for us. And when I crossed Broadway, The Boyfriend was right where he’d promised he’d be.

Meeting my man at the corner of Broadway and 72nd Street (Photo credit: The Boyfriend)

At the corner of Broadway and 72nd Street (Photo credit: The Boyfriend)

It was humid and sticky. It was still early. He’d been up as long as I had, and he’d been waiting in his spot for a while because we had no idea how to gauge my time. His face was so happy, so proud, so genuinely excited for me as he snapped photos of my approach.

I love this man.

I stopped to kiss him, and he did what he always does in this situation: He asked how I was feeling and then told me not to waste time with course-side PDAs. So I was off again, doing a slow lope into Central Park. The course snaked north through the park’s hilliest section, and I told myself that it was just a little more than six miles, a distance I’d run many times before. So I focused on picking up one foot and putting the other down. I thanked as many volunteers as I could at the water stations. And I laughed out loud when a random woman on the sidelines, after seeing that I happened to be running among a pack of men, sang out, “You just stay strong, sister!”

The beautiful thing about a 10K is that just when you want it to be done, it is. And when I crossed the finish line, I felt like I did at the end of my first marathon. I can’t believe I did this. It’s impossible that I did this.

Dazed but happy at the finish (Photo credit: The Boyfriend)

Dazed but happy at the finish (Photo credit: The Boyfriend)

And then, the best prize, better even than the subway token medal placed around my neck as The Boyfriend hugged my sweaty, sandy, salty self tight: I totally did this. I am a triathlete.

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Little did I know, half of the Hudson's mud was still in my bathing suit... (Photo credit: The Boyfriend)

Oh, and lest I forget…

This is where my buns have been! (Photo credit: The Boyfriend)

This is where my buns have been! (Photo credit: The Boyfriend)

August 14, 2009 at 7:11 pm 3 comments

Do Or Do Not: This Is My Tri!

Woah -- this is really happening.

Woah -- this is really happening. (Photo credit: The Boyfriend)

I pride myself on being pretty unflappable in most circumstances. I like to try and take the “Everything will be fine in the end” outlook, and it usually serves me well. But I’m not gonna lie; as my first triathlon approached last weekend, I was pretty damn flapped.

When I signed up for the Nautica New York City Triathlon last November, I pictured myself using the event as a new goal to put some fire in my fitness routine. I would run! I would bike! I would (learn to) swim! I envisioned long sessions in the bike saddle and hours in the pool. I’d take lessons to learn how to really move my body through the water rather than rely on my subpar breast stroke. And once and for all, I’d learn how to swim underwater without holding my nose.

Yeah, you read that right. I’m 31, and I can’t master the art of going under without water invading my nasal canal. But we can talk more about that later.

I’ve prepped for endurance events before, and I know you’re setting yourself up for disaster if you don’t devote time and planning to your training program. But life got a little more in the way than I’d thought it would — doesn’t it always? — and I felt like I hadn’t gotten in as much swimming and biking as I’d like. About a month before the event, I realized that my schedule didn’t allow time for any lessons, so I committed to letting my anemic breast stroke carry me as far as it could. If worse came to worse, I could always backstroke, right?

The weekend of the tri arrived, bringing with it a cavalcade of butterflies that swam, biked and ran through my gut every few hours. The Boyfriend assumed his duties as my race crew and began reassuring me that I’d do fine, great, spectacular, no worries, no problems. He read the race information booklet cover to cover. He promised me he’d be out on the course, cheering me on. On the day before the race, he accompanied me to the Hilton Towers in midtown Manhattan for the number pick-up, where many of our conversations in the first 15 minutes went something like this:

ME: (panicky) Why does everyone have their bikes with them? Should I have brought my bike?
HIM: (patiently) I don’t remember it saying you should bring your bike.
ME: What if I need my bike? What if they won’t give me my number without my bike?
HIM: I’m pretty sure you don’t need your bike.
ME: Everyone’s bikes are better than mine.
HIM: That doesn’t mean anything.
ME: Everyone here looks really fit.
HIM: So are you.
ME: Everyone here looks like a sports goddess.
HIM: So do you.

Everyone's a comedian. (Photo credit: The Boyfriend)

Everyone's a comedian. (Photo credit: The Boyfriend)

And so on. We took a seat in one of the mandatory information sessions, where one of the race announcers just basically reiterated what was in the race booklet. He stressed that the nearly one-mile Hudson swim would be quick for everyone because the current was so strong. No one asked about the jellyfish that plagued the swim last year, and I didn’t want to look like a wuss, so I didn’t, either. When he asked how many people were first-timers, me and about half of the room raised their hands. Everyone else clapped for us, which made me feel pretty good… for about 30 seconds. Then the butterflies came back from their Gatorade break and started up again.

Throwing up in my mouth a little at the information session. (Photo credit: The Boyfriend)

Throwing up in my mouth a little at the information session. (Photo credit: The Boyfriend)

To be continued…

August 4, 2009 at 2:55 pm 1 comment

Ride In Ramapo!

rally-logoBiker babes, get ready to rally! The Ramapo Rally will take place on Sunday, August 16, at the Campgaw Mountain Reservation in Mahwah, NJ. There are multiple courses — from 12 miles to 125 miles — in varying degrees of difficulty. The ride is family friendly, so bring the kiddies, and enjoy a light lunch at the end!

Visit the Bicycle Touring Club of North Jersey’s site to sign up or for more information.

June 10, 2009 at 8:39 pm Leave a comment

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