I’m in Louisville, Kentucky, acting as a sherpa for my sister’s first Ironman. It’s hard not to get wrapped up in the whole Ironman thing. I see the lean and strong people around me who will get to race on Sunday, and I want to be one of them. I see people going on pre-race runs, and while I’m running too, I know our intensity is different, and part of me really wants their intensity – the focus you experience in the days leading up to a big race. I’m watching my sister as she preps, and while there’s a part of me that is relieved that I don’t have to swim in the Ohio River this weekend, there’s another part of me that is so envious that she’s just days away from the Ironman finish line. That’s one of my favorite places on earth. Continue reading
This morning, I met my training group for a run around Lady Bird Lake. We were a small group, since a large portion of the team is racing in Kerrville this weekend. The plan was either five or seven miles at an easy pace. I quickly realized that I would be running alone given the speeds of those who showed up, so I settled into that and decided to make it a seven mile morning. Continue reading
The trip was damn near perfect. Our flights were on time. Our hotel room got upgraded to a massive corner room with a capitol view. We made some cool new friends in our hotel. We got to hang out with teammates from home. We ate well and slept well. We got to see Taliesen, Frank Lloyd Wright’s home in Spring Green, Wisconsin. And we had easy flights home. Mixed into all that was a race – my seventh Ironman – and while it wasn’t perfect, it, too, was pretty spectacular. Continue reading
I leave in three days. I’m heading back to Madison for a second attempt at conquering the massive hill on Barlow Road. Last year, I dropped my chain about a third of the way up and had to walk my bike up the rest. It was still a great race, but that feels like unfinished business to me. So back I go, and this time I feel even more ready. Continue reading
Mid-February, life took a crazy turn, and I ended up running for office in my city. It was a delightful, hectic and successful experience, so now I’m adjusting to my new position on city council and finding my new routine, which I hope will include returning to this space.
Of note, I raced Ironman 70.3 Santa Rosa this weekend and had a personal best! I had considered not racing because I felt under-trained after having missed so many workouts during my campaign, but the weather in Santa Rosa was perfect for racing, so I decided to give it a try. I’m so glad I did. Continue reading
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
For the first time since my Africa trip, I took an extended vacation. I had almost two full weeks off at the end of last year. I didn’t plan it that way, but office closures given that the holidays fell on the weekends magically extended the one week vacation that I had planned. It was lovely. I disengaged and had lots of time to do the end of the year organizing and stuff that I like to do. Now I’m back – or perhaps easing back – into work mode and the rhythm of regular life. Continue reading