12.31.02 - Washington Resolution Run
01.19.03 - San Diego Marathon
07.13.03 - Tri For Real #2
10.23.05 - Nike Women's Half Marathon
11.23.06 - Sparks Turkey Trot
05.05.07 - Marathon de Mayo (Half)
05.13.07 - Moms on the Run
10.??.07 - Nike Women's Half Marathon
05.10.08 - Moms on the Run
06.21.09 - Pleasanton Spirit 5K
07.29.09 - San Francisco Half Marathon
10.04.09 - SJ Rock 'N Roll Half Marathon
10.18.09 - Nike Women's Half Marathon
11.01.09 - New York Marathon
11.26.09 - Spark's Turkey Trot 10K
02.20.10 - Bay Breeze Half Marathon
03.14.10 - Shamrock 'N Half Marathon
03.21.10 - LA Marathon
03.27.10 - Scheel's Fanatic 5K
04.25.10 - Marin County Half Marathon
05.02.10 - Reno Rock 'N River Half Marathon
06.05.10 - See Jane Run Half Marathon
07.25.10 - San Francisco Half Marathon
09.05.10 - Pier to Peak Half Marathon
10.10.10 - Chicago Marathon
10.30.10 - Healdsburg Half Marathon
11.07.10 - U.S. Half Marathon
11.25.10 - Scheel's Turkey Trot 10K
02.06.11 - Surf City Half Marathon
03.13.11 - Dublin Shamrock 5K
04.18.11 - Boston Marathon
05.01.11 - Big Sur Marathon
06.11.11 - Lake Tahoe Relay
07.31.11 - San Francisco Half Marathon
09.11.11 - Walnut Festival Run 5K
09.18.11 - NorCal Half Marathon
11.24.11 - Scheel's Turkey Trot
12.03.11 - Las Vegas Santa Suit 5K
12.04.11 - Las Vegas Half Marathon
03.11.12 - South Bay Duathlon
03.25.12 - Oakland Half Marathon
05.20.12 - Morgan Hill Sprint Triathlon
06.24.12 - Silicon Valley Intl. Triathlon
07.15.12 - Ironman 70.3 Vineman Triathlon
03.09.13 - Lucky 13 Half Marathon
04.28.13 - Eugene Half Marathon
05.11.13 - Folsom International Triathlon
06.23.13 - Ironman Coeur d'Alene
11.02.13 - Silver Falls Half Marathon
11.15.13 - Mt. Tam Half Marathon
11.28.13 - Scheel's Turkey Trot
5k:19:17 @ Dublin Shamrock 5k 2011
10k: 41:01 @ Scheel's Turkey Trot 2010
Half:1:30:07 @ Oakland Half 2012
Full: 3:12:57 @ CA Int'l Marathon (CIM) 2013
70.3: 5:20:07 @ Vineman 2012
140.6: 12:14:21 @ Ironman Coeur d'Alene 2013
Category Archives: Life
“I don’t know…
I feel like shit, I have shin splints, I have a hangover, I just traveled to Ghana and back, I had an allergic reaction to my cat, I ate gluten, I just got back from President Obama’s Dreamworks tour…
I’m just going to take it easy.”
Then they PR.
By 30 minutes.
You’ve seen them. Heard of them. And perhaps, maybe much like myself, been called one. You know, those “sandbaggers” who make excuses, playing down their true strengths and abilities in preparation to have excuses for a possibly less than stellar race performance. And it’s not just runners or triathletes; according to Wikipedia, there is all different types of sandbagging depending on your sport. Regardless, it’s vicious and I’m guilty as charged.
I could make another excuse (My ankle! My training! My recovery!), but instead, I’d be back at it, sandbagging with the best of them. So instead, I’d like to issue a personal apology for any hint of sandbagging that may have come across in this training cycle or throughout the entire lifespan of this little blog. So here goes…
Dear Gracious Reader,
Hey. It’s me, Page. If you’re new to my blog or have been reading my rambling over the past few years, hopefully you know that what you see is what you get. Cursing, typos, glorious iPhone photos, good training cycles and bad…it’s all been displayed on the blog. And if you’re still coming back, thank you!
However, it has come to my attention that at times, I may have displayed some “sandbagging” qualities. I may have played down my training cycles, dismissed the highs and focused the lows. Sad, but true.
I wanted to confide in you and tell you what’s really happening. Those qualities aren’t to secretly demolish the competition, shock and awe, or break the ribbon in any grand manner. But rather, deep down, it was to shield the shadows of doubt and fear that come along with every race experience. Or in other words, a lack of confidence.
At times, I take leaps of faith and declare my true goals (e.g. running a 3:15), but as the training cycle goes on and I start to break down, the excuses become more prevalent. It’s true, an ankle injury IS a reason to be concerned, but rather than wanting to “throw in the towel” as I so eloquently proclaimed in my last blog post, I should readjust perspective and the plan, but never the end goal.
Perhaps it’s because blogging creates this hidden pressure among us all and I/we feel pressured to perform, or fear writing a “DNS, DNF, excuse, excuse, excuse” race recap. Why do we fear this? Because it’s a proclamation to the world that we tried and failed?
Well, I’m pretty sure that’s the meaning of life.
And if anyone is judging you because you tried and failed, well then, they’re not worth your energy. This sport isn’t about them or their opinions, but it’s about YOU. Working, trying, pushing, sucking, failing and trying again because we love it. Nothing else.
It’s not sandbagging, it’s the secret doubt that sits within me.
I have a healthy, albeit sometimes injured, body that I should be thankful for.
I’m going to relish the places it takes me, even if it’s not on the path I had planned.
I’m going to once again try my best to keep trying, keep failing, and keep enjoying the journey along the way, regardless of what race recap I write. Why?
Because that’s life.
Where have I been?
I’ve been running!
I’ve been registering!
I’ve been celebrating little miracles!
It’s been one of those “life is good” past couple of weeks…and boy, did I need that.
Let’s go in some order of priority here, folks… First and foremost, there’s a new little blonde babe back home and I already envy her hair. My other sister had her first baby! She’s teeny tiny (she just wanted to get to the world a bit earlier than planned), she adorable and I’m so thankful for FaceTime. Congrats Ryann and Eric, I can’t wait to meet her!
And then I got to FaceTime with Captain Adorable himself. I mean you can’t make this stuff up, people!
Second, I got to see Chicken Face for his birthday two weekends ago. Nothing makes me feel like myself again more than spending time with him.
Not only was I on “I’m with my husband cloud nine” but I also managed to get in what was supposed to be 18 miles, but turned to 20. I kept looking down at my watch and thinking, “Huh. That’s strange.” But it was one of those burst through the doors, proclaiming to the world, “I F-ING LOVE RUNNING!” I was all jacked up on endorphins thanks to the 7:34 avg. pace – my legs were back!
Last weekend was a repeat performance: 20 miles, 7:34 avg. pace, but I was ready to be done after mile 14. Perhaps it was that Barre3 class I tried for the first time two days prior…
Regardless, I’m living in my little, “Welcome back legs, now let’s get to work!” bubble and maybe it was the endorphins. Maybe it was boredom. Nah, it’s was just because I REALLY WANT TO GO OUT THERE AND DEMOLISH IT! So I registered for this… (more to come on this soon!)
It’s nice when life hands you those moments that just make you giddy. Now it’s time to get down to business; race day is getting close!
Weeks 7 and 8 marked the jump from the base phase of training to pre-marathon training. It also marked what I what I would call the, “Oh shit. Summer is over. Here comes the rain…” phase.
Luckily, Chicken Face and I missed Poseidon’s rising in Portland and celebrated Nicole and Mike’s nuptials in San Diego instead. I’m intentionally not posting any photos of the stunning bride and instead here’s the “I only know three people at this wedding…but whatever” face.
But as the mornings get darker and my days of California sun are waning, I’m reevaluating my running wardrobe (enter the purchase of this new jacket and these running tights), gathering my early morning running determination, and amping up my mileage to run my first 16 miles since IMCDA.
Also of note is my mad salad stacking skills. When it’s by size and not weight, I accept the challenge of stacking the most in the smallest container so I can be cheap.
Fall is here people. Let’s DO THIS.
Mon., 9/23: 30 min. easy run + cross train
Tues., 9/24: McMillan’s Fartlek Workout: 15 to 20 minute warm-p + Fartlek Workout: 6 to 8 times 2 minutes at 5k effort with 1 minute recovery jog + 15 to 20 minute Cool-down
Wed., 9/25: 40 min. easy run + Athletic Yoga
Thurs., 9/26: Accidental rest day
Fri., 9/27: 16 mile run to work
Sat., 9/28: Wedding dance-off
Sun., 9/29: Post-wedding 5K (cutest idea ever)
Mon., 9/30: 30 minute easy run + Cross Train
Tues., 10/1: Nike track workout. What this photo doesn’t show is the ridiculous hail storm we ran in.
Wed., 10/2: Trail run with Jen (who looks just like Heidi Klum..I hate her already. KIDDING!) + Athletic Yoga
Thurs., 10/3: 40 minute run
Fri., 10/4: Swim
Sat., 10/5: McMillan’s Progression Run: Run the first 3rd of the run easy, the middle 3rd – medium, and the last 3rd – medium to hard.
Sun., 10/6: 3 miles sprinting trying to find Jen at the Portland marathon, missed her, then running 5 miles to the finish line to ensure I wouldn’t miss her finish. So basically, just running around the marathon course in search of Jen.
Congratulations! You read the most random post ever.
Now it’s your turn: tell me something totally random.
Here we are. Recapping weeks three and four.
The past two weeks have been an odd mix of highs and lows: adventures with new friends, emotional conversations about the future, my family coming to visit, having to miss a few workouts due to my hamstring and those stupid heels, and still grappling with this feeling of an extreme loss of running fitness.
As someone who relates physical wellbeing as the main indicator of overall health (I know, stupid), I tend to dismiss how emotions and this little internal dialogue regarding life’s decisions can affect all aspects of life. If it’s not bleeding, tearing and broken – you’re fine, right? Well, apparently not.
I’m not talking about sleep loss, weight gain or headaches that are clear indicators that the stress is building up, but rather the little, deep things inside that you try to brush off, but they keep building, building, building until you snap. That stuff. It’s bad man, real bad.
So here’s a brutal, and probably too open, dose of reality: life is scary, life is hard, and if you (I’m speaking to myself here) don’t find a way to handle it, it will continue to eat away at you. Today, it built up so much that I finally said, “Screw it.” I knew if I ran I’d just get more upset about the fact that my legs weren’t performing the way I’d like them to, so I marched myself over to the pool.
Not only is the pool at Nike rarely full, but it’s simply gorgeous and empowering. There’s something about gliding through the lane, by myself, with the bright window light shining in from my left that calms me. And yes, this is coming from a girl who could easily do without swimming. But boy oh boy that pool, I feel lucky even getting to look at it.
I swam 1,900 meters, the farthest I’ve swam since Ironman, just thinking about my arms. I don’t know why and it wasn’t in regards to appearance, but just the feeling of pushing through the water, fingers pointed to the bottom, trying to flipturn, pushing off the wall, and continuing to glide. They felt powerful, yet so weak at the same time.
I got out of the pool feeling more cleared than when I went in. It wasn’t gone, but my chattering mind had turned down.
It’s not a solution, but I know this much about myself: being physically active and moving is critical to some semblance of mental and emotional balance in my life. It’s not just about racing or weight or blogging; instead, it’s my version of meditation, clarity and reflection. It’s my sanity and I am so very thankful for my healthy legs, heart, lungs and, this little life of mine.
After moving, I come out of my slump feeling thankful for the amazing opportunities given to me and that yes, it’s hard, but I can handle it.
Mon., 8/26: McMillan Strides Workout (~5.5 mi)
Tues., 8/27: Crosstrain: Core, Upper & Yoga
Wed., 8/28: Recovery Run at the Nike track + Strength (~3.5 mi)
Thurs., 8/29: First PDX Run in the Rain (~7 mi)
Fri., 8/30: Injured! Spinning + Yoga + Rest
Sat., 8/31: Injured! Stand-Up Paddleboard + Rest
Mon., 9/2: Labor Day Jaunts with Jen (5.5 mi)
Wed., 9/3: Regular Run (6 mi)
Thurs., 9/4: Recovery Run (3.6 mi)
Fri., 9/5: Run to Work (12+ mi / Garmin you’re killin’ me)
Sat., 9/6: Recovery Run (4 mi.)
Who are we kidding? I’ve never tried Internet dating. I started dating Chicken Face in college and the closest thing that people of my age were doing at that time was creeping photos of guys via MySpace or perusing the collection of questionable characters on HotorNot.com.
But, BUT, if I can leverage all of the gut-wrenching/awe-inducing stories I’ve heard from the Internet dating archives, I’m pretty sure I can make an adequate assumption (but then again, we all know what that does). Truth be told, making friends in new cities can be a seemingly daunting task.
So let’s review this Internet friend dating best-case scenario, shall we?
Step 1: Real-life friend in home state introduces you to potential new friend in new state, online. After the first introduction, the conversation either stops dead in its tracks or the lurking continues. You creep, they wink (or whatever other functionality your site may have), you both message each other enough times until you realize that they have a fully functioning brain and/or you won’t get murdered. Check.
Step 2: Exchange phone numbers. You still haven’t actually spoken in person, but default to text messaging. If they hear you talk, they might notice how completely awkward this is in your voice. Stick with text…one step at a time.
Step 3: To emoticon or not to emoticon? This is a big determining factor: are they an emoticon abuser too? If so, let the emoticons rain down in all of their emoji glory! If not, put on your big kid pants and pretend like you are a mature adult who scoffs at such child-like behavior. I’m a professional, dammit!
Step 4: Agree to meet. Ok, we’ve moved to the big leagues now, folks. What are you going to do? What are you going to wear? What if you have nothing to talk about? What if you stumble your own words and seem incapable of any form of intelligent conversation? Then you remember, “F it. This is who I am. Stupid jokes, awkward sentence structure and all.” Then let them plan what to do.
Step 5: Meet. If you’re a hugger, just go in for the hug. But after that…just try and be you. Your gut will tell you what to do.
Step 6: Evaluate. If you didn’t get the “oh we could be friends” vibe, well then this blog post is dead right here. If you did, your evaluation and over-analyzation will likely commence here. Questions will range from personality compatibility to ease of conversation. If all things are positive, you’ll get home and wonder if there will be hangout number two. Don’t laugh…remember…you know NO ONE here and could really use a gal pal.
Step 7: Confirmation. You either text immediately or await a confirmation text. BING! It’s in and you share abbreviated English and poor grammar texts about politics and religion…oh wait, no, it’s just more emoticons. You like it already. Then you plan hang out number two. Then three. Then four. Now five.
Step 8: Hope. Hope that your new friend doesn’t think you’re completely psycho for writing this blog post. See you at yoga in an hour, friend!
Thank you to everyone for being so extremely nice and welcoming as I made the move to Portland. Honestly, what would we do without Internet –> IRL friends?
Anyone else have great Internet BFF or moving to a new city stories?
This post isn’t about triathlons, running, California, Oregon, or new adventures. Instead, it’s a nod in the most public, yet private, way possible to the most important topic in my life.
To my husband and the person that I’ve promised a life-long adventure to. To the one person I’m the truest version of myself with. To the man who puts up with me. To the smartest guy I know.
Happy anniversary, Chicken Face. Here’s to two years and many, many more to come. I miss and love you.
You guys are too nice! Thank you so much for the love and I apologize I haven’t been able to respond or follow-up with my post-Ironman thoughts yet.
Ohh…my two seconds of fame in the IMCDA 2013 recap video.
I’m about 20 seconds getting my body marking. I’M FAMOUS MA!
As they warn, I’ve been hit with the post-Ironman bug. It’s like my body said, “Now that you’re done, I can finally release all of those viruses I’ve been holding back for so long and let them viciously attack you.” Doing anything productive, or putting together a coherent sentence, takes far too much energy. My sloth-like self has downing copious amount of DayQuil while sprawling lazily across the couch, wishing that network TV would make better daytime programming.
In-between blowing my nose and hawking up God knows what, I’ve been preparing for my move to Portland…which is happening TOMORROW! Another thank you is due for everyone who has emailed me their personal Portland insight and recommendations – they are valued beyond belief.
I moved to California from Nevada five years ago and have since grown to love this over-priced, yet beautiful adventure land. It’s where I fell back in love with running, grew into a triathlete, and met my best friends. This new adventure is rich with anticipation and excitement, but also sadness as I leave my friends and family.
Great rewards require great risk and I’m sticking with my 2013 resolution to live adventurously. I’ll be sure to report back on more Ironman thoughts soon and I hope you’ll stick with me as I share my next adventure…including training for my next goal.
Next time we chat, I’ll be checking in from the Pacific Northwest.
Everything is getting real.
My bike has been shipped. I’m 99 percent packed. My pre-race pump-up playlist is complete. I swam for the last time at Shadow Cliffs this morning. I’ve practiced flat tire repairs. I haven’t tripped over my own two feet. I’ve checked into our flights. We leave tomorrow morning. It’s time for Ironman Coeur d’Alene and I can’t believe it.
A year and a half ago I decided to make this giant leap from runner to Ironman. Why I was propelled to make this jump had no logical explanation. I had no swimming background, and cycling appeared dangerous and I couldn’t even fathom clipping in – all I had was running. But truth be told, an Ironman has always been that shiny star that silently consumed a hidden part of my heart. Every time I heard that someone had done/was doing one, they immediately entranced me. They were pushing the human body to its ultimate limit, reaching new highs and lows to achieve something once thought impossible. There! That’s it! Seeing what you’re made of to achieve the seemingly impossible – what is more inspirational that that?
I said no to the idea for a quite a while and used my 60 hour work weeks and two and a half hour commute each day as a rational reason not to train. But after three years of this, I decided to this wasn’t the life I wanted to live. I needed to do this. I talked to my managers, explained my goal, figured out how to make it work and it was settled, I was starting a new journey because it turns out, I am indeed in charge of my own life. As we all are.
The journey began and the beginning wasn’t pretty. I gasped for air as I paddled through eight laps, I experienced crippling open water anxiety, I asked my husband how to pump air in my tires, I was terrified of clipping in, my confidence was rattled when I showed up to my first group ride and everyone was wearing Ironman jerseys, I was mocked for not having the right gear and looking like a Fred – I literally had no idea what I was doing.
At the time, I was embarrassed, nervous and well, just think of every adjective you could use to describe your first day of your freshman year in high school and that was me. But here’s the thing: when faced with trying experiences, you’ll find out more about yourself and the people around you than you could have ever expected.
Coach Paul put up with my crazies and helped build my skills and physical endurance to where I am now. Simon swam with me in the open water, talking me through my anxiety. Ilona, Jared, Tom and Ray spent entire weekends with me, making me laugh as we rode hour after hour. Carrie helped work my ankle out after I obliterated it. The entire Kinney Multisport team became my weekend family, swimming, cycling and running, helping push me to new levels. My friends didn’t abandon me even though I never saw them. Aron and Nicole always Gchatted to check in on me. My husband and real family put up with my absences and supported this time-consuming endeavor. And my dad, my dad is the truest form of inspiration that keeps me going every single day.
Without ever planning or realizing it, a group of people form that build this incredible support system, a net that will catch you when you fall. And if I’ve learned anything, it’s not a matter of if you fall, but when. I’m blessed they were there to catch me when I did.
Just days before Ironman Arizona, I fell, both literally and proverbially. As they wiped away my tears, I knew I had to get back on the saddle. After three months of physical therapy, I wasn’t about to quit and I re-dedicated myself to Ironman Couer d’Alene.
It’s been six months and we’ve come full circle. This morning’s swim had a significant amount of open water anxiety that seems to appear whenever I get nervous, and to say that I’m getting nervous would be an adequate assessment. The flurry of questions and fears about race day are never-ending: will I have an anxiety attack? Will I get a flat? Will I fuel correctly? Will my ankle act up? Will my GI system play well? Will I finish?
But as Coach Paul likes to remind me, right now I can’t waste energy on things that I can’t control. My mental game will either make or break me and I need to stay positive. With that, I look back on where I am now as compared to this time before IMAZ (prior to the injury), and it’s fascinating. I feel like a different athlete. My swim speed hasn’t improved, but my endurance has. I am so much more comfortable on the bike and have fallen madly in love with cycling. I also got in far more long runs this cycle as my knee injury wasn’t too much of an issue. I feel strong, excited and happiest when I’m cycling and running. Being out on the road fills my heart and it reminds me of my only mantra I’ve ever given myself, “This is who I am.”
My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest and I haven’t even left California yet. The journey to Ironman hasn’t been easy, but it has transformed me into a new person and has helped me test my limits, discover new loves and honestly, discover who I am. As my dad always says, “It’s not always about the goal, but the journey.” This adventurous journey has been truly irreplaceable.
Now that we’re nearing the finish, I’m left wondering what it will be like to cross that finish line and hopefully hear my name called. Of course I have time goals that encourage my never-ending mind games. But deep down, I know that the goal here is to simply enjoy the day, what I’ve accomplished and to finish. That’s what the first Ironman is all about anyways, right?
The journey isn’t over just yet, but I can say this, if there’s something you want to do, then do it. Don’t be afraid to take risks, be courageous and go on adventures. But more importantly, do it with passion or not at all.
With that, I want to say thank you for being part of this journey. Your comments encourage me every day and always bring a smile to my face. If you want, you can track me here. I’m #129. I’ll be posting on Instagram and Twitter, and am contemplating having Chicken Face tweet for me. Thoughts?
Well, I guess this is see you later and Happy Running!
I apologize for being that annoying person who keeps ambiguously hinting at something but never reveals what said secret is. I have been that person for the past month because this news is big, crazy, exciting, scary and going to take my little family’s life down a completely new path. So here we go…
Today was my last day at my job as my career dreams are becoming a reality: I’ll be moving to Portland this July to start my new job at Nike! I still can’t quite believe this is happening…
My over-the-moon enthusiasm should be evident as this is quite literally my dream job. Career-wise, this decision was a no-brainer and it is a fantastic fit for both my skill set and my passions. However, there are a few very important details that will be challenging over the next year: Chicken Face still has a year left in grad school and we had to have some very serious conversations.
Long story short, we have decided to do the long distance thing for a bit (with joint custody of Lola) and will survive on a hefty diet of FaceTime, Skype and Southwest RapidReward points (it’s only an hour an a half flight). Personal details aside, we know it won’t be easy, but we also know that it’s for the best and I am so very appreciative of the opportunity and for my family supporting me as we make this big move.
So why am I telling you this and providing all of these additional, personal details? To be honest, I’m absolutely pumped for the job, but so very nervous/scared to be away from my husband and dog for that long. Plus, I have only been to Portland once in my life and that was for the interview and I only know two “in-real-life” friends and one Internet buddy who live there.
I have so many questions (do they have a lot of triathlons? Good cycling hill climbs? Is it all free love and organic?) and I would love to meet new people, make new friends, eat at new restaurants, explore new rides, run new trails, and keep my heart full while I’m away from my family. With that, I ask you…
Where should I go?! Who should I meet?! What races should I do?! What should I see?!
Now to pack for an Ironman and a huge move…Happy Running!
Thanks for all of your great questions on my earlier post, but one came up that warranted a post of its own as I receive it quite frequently.
Mary asked, “How do you fit in/balance the all the training + work + all the things in life that need to be done (grocery shopping, home maintenance, etc.)?”
Well, Mary. I hate to disappoint, but I don’t. It’s simply impossible and I don’t even have kids!
Let’s back up a bit first. My choice to do an Ironman was a strategic decision. At this point in my life, I don’t own a house, I don’t have kids, my current job is quite steady and doesn’t require much travel, and my husband works full time and goes to school at night for his MBA (thus, is extremely busy too). When I first decided to make the jump to an Iroman (the IMAZ days), it was a conversation with my husband, my potential coach, and an open understanding that this would be a massive time commitment. Unfortunately, I don’t think my husband quite understood what we got ourselves into…twice.
One sprained ankle, one DNS, two training cycles and a year and a half later…there is no easy answer other than balance is really tough. And to be quite honest, it’s trying on a relationship. I won’t force you to wear the rose-colored glasses here: Chicken Face and I have had our fair share of arguments about time, priorities and my training.
In addition, my house is a disaster, I have worn my hair in a wet bun to work for the past four months, a Target trip is the only shopping I do, I’ve been trying to get through the same book for the last six months, I haven’t seen my non-tri friends in a really long time (thankfully they are athletes too and understand), my family reminds me how little they see me, and any social interactions that I do have are cut short by me saying, “It’s 8:30. It’s late. I gotta get home because I have a big training day tomorrow.” Quite frankly, your entire life is scheduled around your training.
But wait! Don’t go running in the other direction!
While Ironman training is no easy task, there is so much to gain from it. Outside of the physical gains, I have been introduced to so much that I wasn’t aware of before and my cup now feels full of adventure and growth. I have also found new passions that make my heart smile, for example, cycling. I am madly in love with this new sport. I’ve also discovered gorgeous places, made amazing new few friends, have learned how to be alone with my thoughts, how to overcome disappointment, and actually, how to balance my life and communicate with my husband even more than before.
Something strange also happens: when you make something a priority, it just gets done and the other priorities in your life seem to fall into place as they should be.
Wendy also asked, “When you look back at all the hours and hours of training you did, do you regret putting in that much time? Did you sacrifice husband time or family time?”
Whoa, Wendy. Deep question.
Again, to be completely honest, I often feel guilty. I know that my training requires a huge amount of time focused solely on myself. Yes, it’s selfish. My husband is great at supporting me, but he isn’t an endurance athlete himself, nor is anyone in my family. Thus, it’s just “Page being crazy” and wonder when the addiction will stop.
But no, I don’t regret the sacrifices I’ve made. Because in the end, you only regret that chances you didn’t take.
Ironman training IS a serious investment that has it’s highs and lows, but I love it. Just be honest in the time investment, make sure that it fits with your life and have a support system in place. Those people (e.g. my husband) are critical to your success, just be sure to return the favor.
Now it’s your turn: how do you try to find balance between training, life and family?