Inspiration.

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

Not Racing Days #4 and #5 and Beyond.

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

Making a Choice.

It’s been a cold weekend. Yesterday morning and this morning, I ran outdoors in temperatures in the upper 30s and low 40s. Brrr. But it was fun. I ran 8 miles with my friend Poppe yesterday along the beautiful Lady Bird Lake, and today I did a 3-mile route solo in my neighborhood. Both mornings, I was tempted to sleep in and stay warm, but I got the runs done, and they felt great. Once again, I’m reminded that I never regret getting the workouts in. I only regret skipping them.

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Tennis Again.

I played tennis yesterday for the first time in too long. At first, my friend Trevor and I just hit. Then we served. Then we decided to play a set. Then we decided to play another set. Overall, we played for almost two hours. I had a great time, even though he beat me badly. But this morning? Holy moly, everything hurts. My thighs, my butt, my back, my arms. Everything just hurts. Continue reading

Dreams.

My dreams have been disrupting my sleep. I keep a spiral notebook by my bed and was trying, for a while, to write my dreams down because sometimes they are crazy vivid. It’s a practice I started in Africa, where I would wake at times in the middle of the night and make notes in the journal that I kept inches away from my head. I’d read the notes the next morning and realize that I would have lost my dreams entirely if I hadn’t recorded them. I haven’t been doing that lately, but I had a crazy dream last night that I do remember, and I found a dream from last week that I’d started to write about in a blog post that never materialized. Continue reading

NYC Recap.

I made a promise to myself this weekend: no more running marathons untrained. I finished the NYC marathon for the second time, but it wasn’t pretty. With all of life’s events, including two weeks of being sick, I was trained for about ten miles and ran a solid ten miles. The last sixteen were terrible. There were people walking faster than I was running. I got passed by old people, people in costumes, and even people limping. It was brutal. I finished and that’s always good, but I committed to myself that, going forward, finishing will never be enough. It’s time to do more than finish. It’s time to perform. Continue reading

A Weighty Matter.

I got a stern talking to last night. Dave and I were talking via Facetime, and I told him that I didn’t like what I saw in the mirror at the gym during my trainer session last night. I’d done so well last year losing a bunch a weight, and these last few months, it’s been creeping back on. My pear shape is returning. Of course, since Dave’s a boy, I didn’t put it quite that way, but I did express my disapproval with my body, and he went off on me – in the most loving way – about loving myself and accepting myself as I am.  Continue reading

A Steely Resolve.

With my big race behind me for the year, I’ve been refocusing myself on training for the Portland marathon and getting ready for Dave to be in town. Overall, I’ve slowed down quite a bit. I’m resting more, have less on my calendar, and have even seen some movies this week – Begin Again and Obvious Child. Tonight I’ll see Tammy. It’s been lovely. I’m trying to use this period before Dave gets here as a reset of sorts – resetting my schedule, my goals and my mind. Continue reading

A Week Off.

After my big race last weekend, I gave myself the week off before starting training towards the Portland Marathon. I ran twice – on Thursday and Saturday – but otherwise just let myself sleep in and rest. It was nice, but I’m ready to get back to training. I enjoy it too much not to do it, and I know I’m capable of more consistent training that I’ve done the first part of the year. Continue reading