6 Weeks Out~ Pass me a cup of concrete, please.

Holy crap~ feels like only yesterday I was writing "7 weeks out"!. Time flies when you're starving and delerious. Last wednesday saw the beginning of my NO CARB days. Give me strength, if by the end of the day someone had of said,"Kia, come out the back here, I've organised for someone to shoot you.", I would have gladly accepted. Seriously. I cannot believe how much difference 1/3 cup of oats can make to my day. In my defence I had a massive 48hrs before I'd even begun. I have a joke now that when it comes to working for the footy teams, I am the unit magnet. Tuesday night I had a job with the All Blacks and while I was stoked (yet totally professional, of course. I didn't gaze lovingly at him once.) to work on Sonny Bill, before the last 45min session was about to start I took the opportunity to dash to the loo. I came skipping back into the room to see what I can only describe as a man mountain wriggling out of his shorts. I stopped dead as he swung around to look at me. Brad Thorne. We took eachother in~ me peering up into the wild blue yonder, him bending over and still squinting to see my face. He shook his head, "I'm so sorry." I sighed and put my hands on my hips,"Didn't you get the memo?"...."?"...."Forwards are supposed to come at the start of the evening~ not last!" Lucky for me he is probably one of the nicest guys you ever want to meet. Still, I didn't even get home until 11 and had to be up at my usual 5am the next morning. High intensity cardio with no carbs actually felt pretty good. I don't really like to exercise with any food in my belly which all of my trainers have been horrified by. So I didn't really think it would be a big deal. Until I got to 3pm and felt like someone had flicked the 'powering down' switch and I still had 4hrs of massage to do. I dragged myself in my door at 8pm. Skulled a protein shake at 8:03pm. By 8:11 I was tucked in bed mouth wide open, eyes glued shut and punching out some serious Zzzz's. I noticed last week I kept waking up with pins and needles where I obviously been sleeping so heavily I hadn't moved for hours!
Then I got up on thursday and wondered what all the fuss was about. I must admit though, when I weighed myself on friday I had lost 1.2kg, so I guess the suffering is worth it....still think it was all in my head though because I've just done two no~carb days in a row and have pulled up fine.
There has been a few changes. I've called it a day on my own yoga business and now only work at My Health Yoga on thursdays. The offload of pressure has far outweighed any sense of failure I might have been harbouring. Yoga is always going to be there. I don't mind waiting just 6 more weeks to be able to focus on it properly. I'm enjoying teaching only two classes so much more, too. As far as what it means to my training, I can now dedicate my mornings to doing my own stuff and really get the most out of it without rushing. So I'm glad I made the decision.
In the gym I've started to not wear my headphones so much. For a couple of reasons. First, people talk to you more if you don't have your iPod blaring. Sometimes it great to have the aversion if you want to get in, do your shit and leave. But now I can relax a bit, I'm finding I'd like to converse with my fellow gym junkies. Some of them, anyway. After bitching about equipment hogs I noticed as I was on the cable fly a dude hovering to the side. I said I only had one more set and he shyly asked if we could share. I felt like the new kid at kindy! Sure! Finally~ someone wants to play with me! HAHA!
The second reason is my Implanon is getting really uncomfortable in my arm, and that's the side I wear my iPod on. With all the fat gone from my bicep area, the rod is starting to press into the muscle which is annoying. I'd get it removed but buggered if I'm going to do anything that's going to affect my hormones at this stage in my preparation.
I did such a massive leg session with Adam last week. I thought I was going to feel my sit bones break through my butt cheeks evey time I wanted to sit down. I love that pain, though....the kind that makes you question how bad you need to sit down to pee. One of my friends loves to say to me,"Kia, pain is weakness leaving the body". Heh~ I love that saying too now.
I'm finding I'm starting to plan my lifestyle beyond comp. How would I like to eat and train differently. I think straight after I'm done I'm going to do a serious detox. Although I'm doing this all as organically as I can, this much protein and supplimentation can't be good for you in the long run. Then I think I'll adopt a whole and raw food approach. I'd like to say I'll go totally vegan like my sissi, because I just love the food. But I think it might also be nice not to have any restrictions for a while. Ease my way into it, like. As for training, I've got rugby on my mind. After doing something so insular for so long, it would be mad to have the team atmosphere. I loved playing when I was in England. I totally sucked at it, but I don't care! I'm just as fast as I ever was and that's what counts when you're the one with the ball! This week I finally get to up the anti on my cardio and incorporate two sprint/ stair sessions. My thighs, bless them, whilst being massively muscley.....are still MASSIVE. Hooray for all that long distance cycling I used to do! Tomorrow I start with the Miami stairs....those of you from these parts know what I'm talkin' about. The hill of death. Not sure just how enthusiastic I'll be by this time tomorrow night about this change in my programme!