This past week, I got the first pedicure I’ve had in about four months. I’ve been timid about getting them because I’m one toenail shy of a full set and have been since my blue nail from the Barcelona Marathon fell off completely. I forced myself to book a pedi because that’s part of my pre-race ritual. I now have happy feet and pretty feet. Or maybe not pretty feet, but prettier feet than I had before. Continue reading
Monthly Archives: June 2014
When I got out of bed this morning, I heard a little “clink” on my hardwood floor. I looked down and saw that my Ironman pendant had fallen on the ground. My pendant was a gift from my mother – something she put around my neck when I crossed my first Ironman finish line in 2008. Once I got over the shock and horror that my sweet mother had purchased anything Ironman before the race – something I never do for fear that I’ll jinx something – I loved it. In fact, I have worn that pendant nearly every day for the last six years. But somehow over night, the clasp on the chain opened and, when I stood up, the pendant fell. Because my mind immediately goes to the negative, I thought, “Does this mean I’m not going to finish this race? Have I fallen away from being an Ironman?” Continue reading
This was my last big training weekend before my taper towards Ironman Coeur d’Alene. My training schedule called for a 117-mile bike ride on Saturday. When I first read the workout, I thought surely that had to be a mistake. I’ve never in my life ridden 117 miles. Why would I do it just two weeks before my big race? But I’m a believer in the TriDot program, so once I confirmed that the schedule said what I thought it said, I started making plans towards my 117 miles. Continue reading
Late yesterday afternoon, I walked into my boss’s office to ask him about something not terribly important and ended up spending time talking to him about a young person he knew who died over the weekend. I was struck by two things as he spoke. First, I was reminded once again that I work for one of the most caring and compassionate people I’ve ever met. Second, I realized that I was getting worked up yesterday for no good reason. Continue reading
I’ve had to admit to myself over the last couple of days that I can’t do it all. Right now, I’m working, training, writing, and putting lots of energy into my relationships. I’d like to also be doing board work and trail running and guitar lessons and Story Departments and more, but I’m calling my own bluff. I’m crying uncle. I’m scaling back, at least until I get through my big race and maybe until after Dave gets here. Continue reading
Merry Monday Morning.
I met Kerry on the trails this morning for a three mile run. Then I went to the gym to swim. My workout ended up being 2250 meters of mostly steady swimming with some sprint work built in. I hadn’t been to the gym since before the Memorial Day holiday. What struck me most this morning was how much I’d missed that place. Continue reading
My Best Cheerleader.
After nearly two weeks of not being well, I think I’m almost myself again. After a shorter than desired bike ride yesterday and unexpectedly sleeping almost twelve hours last night, I did a workout on the track this morning. The goal was to do at least two mile repeats at tempo pace, which for me is 9:33. I did three repeats this morning on 9:09, 9:11, and 9:34. If I just look at the times, I’d be discouraged because back on March 16, I did four repeats on 9:08, 9:00, 8:54 and 9:01. But I’m proud of today’s effort, especially the third one – the 9:34. Continue reading
My Dinner With Coach.
The night before I flew out of town for Memorial Day weekend, I met one of my high school tennis coaches, his family, and another player and her mom for dinner. I played for this coach my sophomore year of high school. I played the number one spot for girls’ singles and doubles, but I did so under the shadow of the previous year’s number one player, who was a far better player than I and had a much better ranking in the state than I did. In short, the year hurt, partly because I had to change schools because my family moved and partly because I thought the coach didn’t like me. I found out at dinner the other night that he didn’t dislike me. In fact, he gifted me with one of the best compliments I’ve ever received. Continue reading
I’m surprisingly calm right now. I still feel like hell, but it could be worse. I could be a nervous wreck of a sick person. Having no energy four weeks out from my biggest race of the year is not ideal, but I’m trying to trust that my training isn’t just what happened or didn’t happen last week, this weekend, or this coming week. It’s what’s happened the last six months. My training hasn’t been the most consistent of my life, but it’s been good. I’ve been swimming, running and biking with regularity, and I’m faster on the bike than I think I’ve ever been. That may be the key for me at Coeur d’Alene. For now, until the crud passes, I need to rest in that confidence. Continue reading