It’s true. I’ve never been to a spinning class. Until today. Allow me to make something clear: Being an extrovert doesn’t mean I always like trying new things, or I always want to be around people. Sometimes it’s draining for us extroverts too. Group classes are out of my comfort zone, so I’ve never gone even though I’ve heard great things about them. Until today. We’re members of a fantastic gym and I do really love to go. I prefer having a trainer work with me for an hour, and without one I feel a little lost. I like having a plan, being pushed and setting goals. Classes would be the middle man in this equation. Not one on one, but a planned workout to push me. And it was pretty fun. Continue reading
It’s that time of year!!! Track time!!! Continue reading
Definition: To assume an expression of consternation or disappointment. To experience defeat. To fail to reach a certain standard or amount, fail to attain something, be insufficient. Continue reading
I get my inspiration from reading quotes other people. I love peoples stories. This takes my breath away. Continue reading
There is no one way to create balance. No pie charts, no scales. It’s a constantly evolving chore wheel of priorities. A harmony of proportions. I can’t honestly evaluate if I balance it all well. My boss may say he wishes I’d get more done with my time, work more hours. My coach may say he thinks I should attend more workouts, show more effort, be faster. My kids may say they want more one on one dates, more of my time, more scientific experiments in the kitchen, more shopping trips. My checkbook may say it needs bigger deposits, fewer bills. The best way to find balance is to continuously review it. Continue reading
For a woman who had kids at home, uses everything natural that I can, medical interference is initially uncomfortable for me. It’s not that I reject it. On the contrary. But I think it’s about balance and “needing” an inhaler made me feel unbalanced. Olivia (who is always patient) showed me how to use it and went over all the information with me. I used it the first time officially at Irongirl. Continue reading
It got cold. I know. You’d think I was a meteorologist. Another fun fact?? I still don’t like the cold. I’m always cold. Always. And I like feeling hot. Body temperature is 98.6*. I’m more comfortable in a climate closer to that. Exercising obviously raises the body temperature, so it can cool down to 50* outside, but below that I’m just not the happiest camper. Regardless of my personal opinions, I live in a climate where cold temperatures, snow and ice occur. So here are some things I’ve pulled out of hiding.
No, not the evolution of man…. The evolution of triathlon….
I’m anti multi-sport races. Why?? Because I don’t really do other sports. Not necessarily because I can’t or I’m not OK at them, but as a working wife and mom there are limited hours in the week that I can dedicate to training. Half marathons are my favorite because I can do one 12 mile run and a couple shorter runs every week all year long. Basically, it’s easy for me to maintain that schedule. I haven’t done a marathon because it’s twice the training. I know this because I trained for two that I didn’t end up running. Doubling my training can be done for one or maybe two events per year but it would take some rearranging and, quite frankly, I’m not willing to do that. Same with multi-sport races. I can swim and bike but to actually train to do an event would take some serious effort and at least double my training time. So when my amazing coach (aka race director) posts and talks about the DuAthlon’s he puts on I politely tune him out. Not my thing. Until last weekend when my teammate Olivia asked me to be her partner. She’s taking a break from running due to injury but her biking skills are off the chart. So I was in!!
Entering an event as a relay is a double edged sword. I feel more pressure to perform well because it’s not just my race result that matters. I care about the other person. It’s more fun because you get to share the adventure with someone else. Olivia was the consummate partner. We got to know each other better, we had SO much fun (really, it was ridiculous how much fun we had!!) and despite her work schedule she was able to stay the entire race which was a very pleasant surprise.
I ran the first 5K (and our competition was ahead by nearly 5 minutes – Sara is incredibly fast) and was happy with my results. We high fived and Olivia was off to bike her 18 miles. Not only did she make up that five minute gap and come in faster than she had anticipated, she added a cushion that made it so it was possible for us to win if my second 5K went well. Sara is my teammate and my friend and I absolutely adore her. She’s also in my age category and in every race we run, I know she’ll beat me. It’s not just a small gap, she’s freakishly fast. I knew that this would be the only race I could possibly beat her at. At the half way mark of the second 5K, another teammate and friend at the aid station yelled, “Don’t let Sara pass you!!” Ahhh… So everyone was in on this little game…. Lovely! As I rounded the corner to come down the final leg, I heard Olivia SCREAMING my name and I was so happy she was still there to see the finish!! I picked up the pace and also heard footfalls gaining on me. So I picked up the pace more. So did the person behind me. So I did. I knew, just KNEW it was Sara so I gave it all I had. My watch read a 4:40 pace for that section of the run. At the very end, I was passed. Since Sara is not the 25 year old attractive black man who passed me, I knew I had actually beat her. Olivia was screaming, “WE WON!! WE WON FIRST PLACE!!! YOU DID IT!!” Less than 2 minutes later, Sara came screaming across the finish line. Bent over and panting, she looked at me and said, “All I kept trying to do was catch you! But I never saw you” I said, “All I tried to do is not let you catch me. This is the only time I’ll ever beat you and I”m going to do a happy dance!” And I did!! Being teammates who like and respect each other makes competing actually fun. Not cut throat, just giggle and hug fun.
Alex was the person who passed me. He came up to me and asked me why I kept speeding up and I told him because he kept speeding up. Duh!! The energy of a Duathlon and a relay is so much bigger, so much more everything and I hope I get to do one again.