My feeling out of sorts has now extended into my writing. It’s been two weeks since I wrote. It’s not that I haven’t had things to write about. I have. I could have written about my decision to skip the St. George 70.3, my recent visit with one of my sweet friends from Connecticut, my exceptional Easter weekend at home alone, my venture into open water swimming with Dave despite my fish issues, or my first experience at a rowing class. A great deal has happened in the last two weeks. I just haven’t had time to get into it. Better than that, I haven’t felt the need to write. Continue reading
As often happens after a big event, I’m a little out of sorts. I so love the high of doing something big that I feel let down by regular life. I feel weird saying that because my regular world is incredible right now. Nothing’s wrong or even unfocused as I still have Ironman Coeur d’Alene in my sights and it’s just over two months away. So what’s my problem? Continue reading
This weekend, I participated in the MS 150 from Houston to Austin, which means I rode 162 miles – 100 miles on Saturday and 62 miles on Sunday. I rode with a team and had a grand time. I even got to connect at the overnight point with a dear friend of mine from my childhood. But all the fun aside, this weekend was amazing for me because I rode well. Incredibly well. Knock my socks off well. Especially given that my longest ride on the road this season had only been 18 miles, until yesterday. Continue reading
I’m difficult to date. I know that about myself. I can be the best girlfriend ever – incredibly attentive and present in the moment. And then I can isolate myself mentally, sometimes with no warning and sometimes for days or even weeks. I think that’s part of why I’m good at endurance events. I can live in my own head for hours – for days even – and have lively conversations with myself or sit quietly in a comfortable silence. Either way, I’m good when it’s me hanging out with me. But put another person in the mix and the dynamic changes, not always for the better. Continue reading
I’ve been in pajamas all day except for the 45 minutes that I went to the track to time myself running a 5K. Talk about a nice day. I read the paper. I read magazines. I listened to some sermons online. I ate. I read a book a friend wrote. I visited with Mom and Dad who came over for a bit. It was a darn good day right up until the guy who claims to love me kicked my butt in our first ever game of Words With Friends. How rude. Continue reading
I’ve been dragging this week. I haven’t been sick, but I haven’t felt myself either. I think the blahs I’m feeling are diet related (not as in weight loss but as in what I eat). It’ll take me another week or so to test my theory. Those changes are not always for the better, however well intentioned they might be. So this morning, when my alarm went off early enough to get myself dressed and up to the north side of town to bike the 45 mile dam loop with my friend Fred, I made the decision to go back to sleep. No early morning bike ride for me, but would I ride at all today? Continue reading
I just made dinner plans with a dear friend who is in the midst of a recent cancer diagnosis. Her phone message of a few minutes ago confirming dinner ended with the words “I’m doing fine — I’m just depressed — I’m blue,” followed by a chuckle that I’ve heard again and again during our more than fifteen-year friendship. This girl, whose good humor has made me laugh as she’s cried over a beer telling whatever story of recent heartbreak she was facing – boys, work, whatever – is good humored even now. That’s one of the many reasons I love her.