Healing.

When I last wrote, I will dealing with a lingering hip injury. Not long after that post, my hip was fixed, and I’ve been running like a mad woman since. Not just running actually. I’ve been running and spinning and playing tennis, which has been a ton of fun. It feels phenomenal to move again without pain. I’ve learned an important lesson from this experience: healing is about surrounding yourself with the right people. 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

Not Racing Day #3.

After the eventful day we had on Thursday, Dave and I opted to be more low-key on Friday. Our plan for the day was to get a run in and visit Dr. Sellers a second time at the ART tent, to spend some time walking the galleries downtown, to attend the opening ceremonies for the race, and to have dinner at Scratch, a bistro that had been recommended to us. We did each of those things, but the really sweet and memorable parts of the day were not planned. Continue reading

On Not Racing.

In January of this year, I proclaimed my race schedule for 2015 and declared, “There will be no skipping races in 2015.” As it turns out, I should have said, “There will be no winning the lottery in 2015,” because the exact opposite has happened. Since the 3M Half Marathon, I’ve done nothing but skip races. I skipped the Austin Marathon because of a calf injury. I skipped Cowtown for the same reason. (That race was actually cancelled due to weather, but still, I had made the decision to skip it before it was cancelled, so I count it as a skip in my book.) One day of my MS 150 was cancelled due to heavy rains. I didn’t even sign up for the St. George 70.3 because Dave and I ended up planning a trip to Roatan the weekend before that race. Even my Wicked Wine Run 5K didn’t happen because of the weird storms we’ve been having, and when the race was rescheduled, I had hurt my hip and had to skip it. And now I won’t be racing Coeur d’Alene either because that injury is lingering. I don’t know what’s going on. Continue reading

On the Road Again (an MS 150 Race Report).

Our weather has been so funky in Austin that I haven’t been out on my bike much. I’ve done a lot of work on a trainer, but I’ve done very little road riding. It’s been cold and rainy much of the winter. This weekend was no exception. This week it rained so much that on Friday afternoon, just as Dave and I were heading out to meet our team for the drive to Houston for our two-day ride, we got an email saying that Day 1 of the ride was cancelled due to rain. There went my 100-mile day. All that remained was to figure out whether Day 2 would happen. Continue reading