Everything hurts. My legs, my back, my arms. I am moving, but gingerly. When I want to put socks on, I have to think about how I’m going to get my feet up to my hands or my hands down to my feet. As I’m getting in and out of the car, I have to think about supporting myself, so I don’t collapse mid-sit. I’m not broken. I’m just in pain, and it’s all Bo’s fault. Continue reading
My alarm went off at 4:45 this morning. Last night, I made the decision to skip my Monday swim because I couldn’t quite embrace the cold I would experience in the thirty or so steps it would take to get from the locker room into the heated outdoor pool. I considered sleeping in and running instead, but even the extra couple hours of sleep didn’t seem worth having to run outdoors in the twenty degree temperatures. So I forced myself up super early and out the door to 5:30 spin. It was a great way to start my day and my birthday week. Continue reading
It’s my birthday month, and I’ll be the first to acknowledge that I’ve been a bit down. Forty three is nothing grand, like forty was or like forty-five or fifty might be. It just sounds old and blah. I’m feeling a bit old and blah these days. I’m not one to be okay with living in a state of old and blah, so I’ve been ramping my mind up to making some big changes. And I hate change. Can you hear the internal battle I’m having with myself? Continue reading
I did my first post-Ironman track workout today, and it kicked my butt. It’s only been a few weeks since my race, but I feel like my fitness has back-tracked with all the rest. I’ve been taking it easy and sleeping more and only getting to about half my usual workouts. Today, I paid for it. We did three one-mile repeats, and it hurt. Was the rest worth it? I don’t think so.
Between my work and Dave’s work and training and travel, some of which was unexpected, things have been moving quickly and suddenly it’s November 17. I don’t know where the year went. This weekend, Dave and I went to South Padre Island for a marathon. Dave gave me the entry for my birthday last year – last December – and, at the time, it seemed forever away. But it came and went and was super fun, and now Thanksgiving and Christmas are just around the corner again. Continue reading
This weekend, I watched a friend do her very first triathlon ever. I’ve been watching her train for months. She had to learn how to swim and build up the confidence to swim 750 meters in open water. That was the biggest mental hurdle. But she also had to buy a bike and get comfortable out on the road. Oh and did I mention she has two little kids? So she had to figure out how and when to train while working and being a mom. And she did it. I loved every minute of watching her reach her goal. Continue reading
We’re home from Coeur d’Alene, and I’m feeling a post-race slump even though I didn’t race. We spent Saturday morning with our new friend Rose, visiting and helping her prep her gear bags. That afternoon, we drove a couple of hours to Chewelah, Washington, to visit my dear friend Rey and her husband David, who moved up to that area about five years ago. The next day, we spectated. It was fun, as spectating an Ironman is always fun, but without a doubt, racing is more fun. Even though we were drenched in sweat just standing there holding signs and ringing cowbells, I envied those who were facing the 106 degree heat and the 147 degree ambient heat on the highway. It was a tough day out there and many incredibly able athletes were not able to survive the conditions, but damn. I so respect each and every one of them for trying. Continue reading