With everything going on the world and the frenzy of activity even in my little part of the world, I’m feeling tender right now. Not just tender as in compassionate towards others, but tender as in easily pained. I’m hearing so much criticism in the world and all around me, and it’s starting to hurt. I feel myself flinching inside more and more with every harsh word that I hear or read. I want it all to stop. Continue reading
Monthly Archives: August 2017
Hood to Coast 2017.
It wasn’t supposed to happen. When the captain of Ranch Road 1 informed the members of the original team (from 2013) late last year that we had an admission to the event for 2017, I passed. I didn’t want to pass, but I felt like I should because the timing wasn’t good for me. Doing an out-of-town 30+ hour overnight relay two weeks before Ironman Wisconsin felt irresponsible towards my Ironman effort. I was supposed to bike 100 miles this weekend and then begin my taper, not exhaust myself on a fun and social effort. But then a couple of months ago, that same captain told me that someone had dropped out and invited me to reconsider the decision. So I did. It still felt irresponsible, but I decided to make it work. And I’m so glad I did. Continue reading
Wednesday List #39 – Reasons I Feel Lucky
Today started incredibly early and is just now winding down. Half of me could pass out. The other half is on an incredible high. It’s wonderful all around, assuming I can keep moving. Here’s what’s going on: Continue reading
96 Miles in 97 Degrees.
It wasn’t fun. Well, it was. It’s always fun to be out on the bike, but it was also miserable given the heat. We started at 6:30 in the morning to try to avoid the heat as best we could. We were doing a 32-mile loop three times. The first hour of the ride was quite lovely, but by the end of the first loop, the heat was too much. The second and third loops were difficult, but we managed. Just barely. Continue reading
You blink, and it’s August.
I’m suddenly less than six weeks out from Wisconsin, which seems unreal. Wasn’t I just there? I vividly remember enjoying my grilled cheese sandwich at The Tipsy Cow the day after the race. Dave and I sat outside, and we were noticing all the other finishers in their gear, including a woman who wore the same long-sleeved pullover that I was wearing. Dave being Dave said something about how I wore it better, though I know she did as she was super fit and machine-like, not soft and doughy like I was last year. Continue reading
It Started With Coeur d'Alene 