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Coffee and Spears

Posted on July 13, 2012 by Margaret Schlachter

I don’t think that my training could ever be thought of as normal or conventional. However, with that said I base most on trail running plans for endurance and some lifting, after years in the gym I have moved my lifting into the functional realm and out of the weight room. Thus the advent of me throwing rocks around the mountain. People still refer to me in town as the woman who throws rocks. Somethings I do are actually truly unique (most people would say weird).

With the advent of the wall in my backyard, (I like to think of it as my adult playground) as well as a spear and target at my disposal anytime I like. One of my newest pastimes involves the spear. After inventing Spear Pig then realizing I live alone and spend most of the time at home by myself I found new ways to entertain myself at home.

These days a normal part of my training routine is spear throwing practice. I am up to hitting it about 8 out of 10 times in my backyard but still am at o% success in races. The odds have not been in my favor. Recently in Utah, I successfully completed all the obstacles BUT the spear throw. Back to practicing at home!

With all this said, I created a new way to start my day, spear practice and coffee. Basically, the best part of waking up is not the coffee in my cup but the spear in hand. After brewing up some coffee in the morning I head out to the backyard and throw about 20 spears while sipping my coffee. Yes, as my sisters say my weirdness level just went up!

Spending more and more time at home now I find myself on conference calls or other business phone calls with one hand on the phone and the other throwing a spear. Dork-factor – HIGH.¬†Yes, I admit my training techniques are less than conventional but we all blaze our own paths in life. And I have to admit waking up with a spear toss is a great way to start the day! If you don’t believe me try it for yourself, check out the Shop Dirt link and order your spear and prove me wrong.

Now if only I could hit it in a race…