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: 3:31:44 @ Boston Marathon 2011
70.3: 5:20:07 @ Vineman 2012
140.6: 12:14:21 @ Ironman Coeur d'Alene 2013
Category Archives: Training
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.
Let’s get the bad news out of the way first.
During the move from California to Oregon, I was provided movers to take care of packing, moving and unloading my stuff. Not only was this a great benefit, but I trusted that my stuff would be handled with care, especially the two items I marked as “high value” and paid extra insurance for.
Lesson learned, there is no such thing as “moving with care.” I listed my bike as one of the insured items and believed that with the extra insurance, it would get some semblance of white glove service. I saw them roll it out of my old apartment and then roll it back in to my new apartment, so truth be told, I’m not sure how they packed it (in a bike box? Just thrown in the truck?).
When I FINALLY got my bike back a week ago, I immediately popped it in the trainer, got the pedals back on and hopped on the trainer to reintroduce my legs to cycling. Sadly, that’s when it all started to go downhill. The right shifter wouldn’t budge – at all. Ugh.
I sent a very upset email to the moving company and arranged to take my bike to a local, and highly regarded, triathlon shop in the Portland area. Fast-forward 30 minutes and the service rep came around the corner and told me, “I’ve got bad news…”
You’d think I was sitting in a hospital waiting room and the doctor had come out to describe the diagnosis. “You’re bike has come down with a sever case of frame crack-itis.”
Or what he really told me, “Your frame is cracking because of XYZ (my mind just locked onto the words “FRAME” and if I try to do XYZ it will…DIE.”
No, Dora, no, no! (Purely overdramatizing this for blog-reading purposes, but it’s how I felt at the time). The rep took photos and called a Trek dealer only to find out that they don’t make my frame anymore. So…now I’m waiting on the dealer to tell me next steps and will be in contact with the movers this week. I am NOT a happy camper and would like my BFF on two wheels back asap. More to come soon…
Now on to the CIM week 1 training recap.
In one word I can say it was this: humbling. As I’ve spoken about in the past blog posts, I’m really struggling with recovering from IMCDA. My legs don’t have the gusto they used to and apparently, this is happening to other IMCDA-ers that I’ve talked to.
Coach McMillan reassured me that this phase is all about reintroducing my legs back to running and it’s very much a conservative approach. My mental eagerness would have to take a backseat as my body starts moving again after eight weeks of recovery.
As I made my way out to various runs over the week, I was taken back to the start of IMCDA training. I had just gotten the clear to run with my brace, but it was literally one mile at a time. It was beyond frustrating as I managed the pain and my very evident lack of fitness. However, with patience and persistence, I was able to regain what I had once lost. It will be the same this time around.
Couple this with some real post-Ironman depression (yup, I got it) and a new type of running (holy hell Portland, you can’t run here and NOT run hills), I was struggling.
I’m already questioning whether my goals are too aggressive for this race, but whether I achieve them at CIM or a different, they ARE my goals for this year. Patience, grasshoppa.
Mon., 8/12: Strength Training
45 minutes with the Nike Training Club app. I do the beginner classes and they still kick my ass.
Tues., 8/13: Build Endurance Run
40 minutes of what I will say is a standard Portland run: climbing mother freaking hills. They are everywhere is this city. You can’t escape them
Wed., 8/14: Strength Training
Core and upper. Starting next week, these days will actually be 40-60 min. cross-training cardio sessions with strength training peppered in.
Thurs., 8/15: Trail Run
Fri., 8/16: Easy Run
Thursday’s run was so gorgeous, I revisited yesterday’s route, solo this time.
Sat., 8/17: Long Run
8 miles. My Ironman brain is beating myself up over this humbling run. Let’s just say I have some work to do and I need to remember, “WE ARE STARTING CONSERVATIVE FOR A REASON!”
Sun., 8/18: Yoga
Flexibility yoga to get those hips open and the psoas stretched!
So if it’s not evident by now, I’m dealing with the loss of Dora and some mental vs. physical ability issues right now. I’m still in the Ironman frame of mind and I’m missing it dearly. I’ll keep reminding myself to trust in the training, have patience and to put in the hard work because it will all work out…it always does.
Two anxious, nerve-racking weeks from this moment, I will have hopefully crossed the finish line to this unbelievable journey that has been my quest to become an Ironman. AHHHHHHHH! I can hardly believe that we are here…and how much I have learned along the way. Training for an Ironman (well, technically two I suppose), has transformed me from a treadmill runner, to a cycling obsessed, run-a-holic (who still doesn’t care much for swimming), endurance junkie.
Hey. That’s me. Doing what I always do: watching my watch.
As I’m preparing my mind for what’s to come, I realize that I have been a little bit absent over the past couple of weeks. I’ll fill you in on why a bit later, but for now I’d love to hear from you and share whatever two cents I may have gleaned over the past year and a half. What questions do you have about swimming, cycling, running, triathlon, nutrition, gear, Lola, gear, anything?
While you ask your questions, I’m putting my finishing touches on a new IMCDA playlist, a SOAS Race Kit review, and more.
Training comes in multiples phases, but there’s one thing that’s for sure: peak training is a beast worth noting. The key identifiers of which are easy to spot and are sure to make any outsider question how you make it as a functioning human being. Perhaps I should wear a big sign around my neck that says, “I’M IN PEAK TRAINING. DON’T JUDGE ME!” Or maybe I could provide a list of essential indicators for anyone in said state.
You know you’re in peak Ironman training when…
- Your racer back tan line could be mistaken for a whale tail tattoo.
- Piles of laundry are now considered your interior décor.
- You go through at least three changes of clothing per day, with your work attire being the least important.
- You’re so tired of eating that you actually like the idea of intravenous feeding.
- This is day 39 that you’ve worn your hair in “top knot.”
- You start to wonder what people do with a full 48 hours of free time on the weekend.
- You questioned your coach multiple times asking, “Are you SURE this is humanly possible?”
- You have a perma-ring of broken hair all around your head from the swim cap. I call it the “Halo Effect.”
- Your wrists feel naked when you don’t have your Garmin strapped on. Good thing you have a tan line to comfort you.
- Date night is watching old episodes of “Arrested Development” and staying up way too late: 10 p.m.
- You’re 16-year-old acne has all reappeared, strategically where your bike helmet and straps hit your face.
- Heels are the equivalent of ancient torture mechanisms.
- You no longer feel awkward training with old men every weekend.
- The complete disarray of your home makes you worried that the “Hoarders” film crew might show up on your doorstep.
- Your dog no longer wants to play, but just waits to lick the sweat off of your feet.
- You train solo so often that carrying on conversations with yourself for six hours straight is no longer a problem.
- “Hurts so good” is your favorite phrase. So is, “SCREW YOU, HEAT!”
- Your pinky has gone numb from being in aero too long.
- “Hangry” is your most frequented emotion.
- Falling asleep at dinner is NBD. You’ll wake up in 15 minutes and eat again anyways.
- Trips to the chiropractor are the most social interaction that you get.
- You start to see the “blue line” in your sleep.
- When Training Peaks or Gamin Connect bugs out, you better pray no one else is in the room.
- You plan your work attire based on if you can wear compression sleeves underneath.
- Your foam roller is the closest thing you have to a BFF right now.
- Water bottles. EVERYWHERE!
- Salt caps seem to be falling out of the sky…or just every pocket.
- You feel like you could eat dinner with Michael Phelps and totally keep up.
- Helmets, heart rate straps and wet suits can all be found draped and drying from any shower or sink ledge. No space is safe.
- Your car’s stench of sweat and lake goop is enough to never let another soul inside your vehicle.
And you love every last minute of it.
Any others to add to the list?
Hello! I’m back from vacation and feeling exactly what I set out for: rejuvenated, refreshed and ready to take on 2013. While I’ll share the tales of my trip to Utah with Oakley and to Mexico with my family later, today is an exciting day that I wanted to share.
Today marks the first day of training for Ironman Coeur d’Alene, Idaho!
First and foremost, I am working with Coach Paul again. He was incredible throughout this entire journey, plus he listened to me sobbing multiple times as I gave him the bad news.
Second, we decided to take each day as it comes and monitor my ankle closely. While I am getting back into the swing of being active again, I need to make a natural progression and not push it. If I push it, I risk re-injuring myself.
With my IMAZ training not too long ago, Coach Paul and I are going to focus on a) rebuilding my fitness, b) rebuilding my endurance, and c) work on speed over multiple long, long, loooooong workouts. The goal: GET FAST and STRONG!
IMAZ’s training cycle was long…too long. While much of it wasn’t specific IMAZ training but rather teaching me three different sports and how you put them altogether, I will admit that I was burnt out by the end. So much so in that it is probably what caused my body to be lazy, trip and sprain my ankle. This training cycle will be just about six months. My mind, body, family and friends much prefer the sound of this.
Preventative care will be a top priority. With the mysterious knee injury behind me, I know I’m not out of the woods. Regular rolling, stretching, ankle strengthening, chiro ART and monthly sports massage appointments are incredibly important.
Last year I learned a lot about how to fuel, but I’m almost glad that I’m getting this extra chance to really optimize and perfect my fuel plan. To be honest, I still feel like I wasn’t 100 percent sure what was best for me.
We’re also switching to TrainingPeaks from WorkoutLog to schedule and track workouts and I’m excited to be better about uploading detailed data and analyzing it.
Oh, and I WILL overcome my continual fear of open water swimming, seamlessly fix flat tires, learn about bike maintenance, and take better care of Dora’s chain. It got pretty bad.
These are some of the big changes, but I’m excited to continue adding more triathlon knowledge to my neophyte athlete’s knowledge library. More than anything, I’m ready to show failure that it hasn’t deterred me. I can, and I will, pick myself back up and give it the bird as I fly by on Dora.
This weekend, my little sister got married and I was so excited to be a part of her special day.
It was an intimate ceremony followed by a private dinner with just immediate family. It was after the ceremony that she also passed out these adorable little cards that revealed the baby’s gender: I’m going to have a nephew!
I’m so, so excited for my sister, my now brother-in-law (who we all adore) and my soon-to-be godson (did I mention that too?!). I say this not only to celebrate their marriage, but also to mention how completely selfish I feel.
Training for an Ironman makes me feel incredibly selfish.
Let’s take my sister’s wedding for example. Chicken Face and I left California Thursday afternoon and made the 3.5 hour drive to Nevada. I saw my sister for a bit and heard the baby’s heartbeat for the first time, then went to sleep only so I could wake up and get my long run in before the wedding festivities began. I thought I had planned accordingly but at mile 8 of what was supposed to be a 16 mile run, I got a phone call from my sister.
“Hey…gasp…gasp…gasp…I’m running. I’ll be home in an hour or so.”
“AN HOUR?! I thought we were going to breakfast!?”
Granted, I wasn’t aware of any breakfast plans, but it was her wedding day and I thought I’d be back before she even woke up. Thus, I cut the run two miles short and made it home as quickly as possible for a total of 14. All was fine in the end, but that day was supposed to be about her, not my training.
To take it to the next level, not only did we drive up Thursday night, celebrate the nuptials on Friday at 4 and dinner at 6, but we had to leave that night by 10:30 in order to get home in time to get some sleep for a big training day on Saturday. Not only did we leave that night, but Chicken Face drove into the early morning hours just so I could get some sleep. He never complained once. Man I love that kid.
I felt horrible about the entire thing and it made me miss my family terribly, but I also felt that it was the best solution – October is critical as it is peak training time and the long workouts are key. I had to make sacrifices to make it all work.
These examples are just the tip of the iceberg because when they say that you have to sacrifice during Ironman training, they weren’t exaggerating. In fact, I think no one really warns you.
I’ve missed birthdays.
I’ve missed sleep.
I’ve missed mother’s day.
I’ve missed blogging.
I’ve missed father’s day.
I’ve missed races.
I’ve missed seeing friends.
I’ve missed post-work outings.
I’ve missed taking care of Lola the way a good puppy parent should.
I’ve missed being with my family.
And most regrettably, I’ve missed being with my husband.
All to hopefully say that I’ll be an Ironman one day.
When I look at the list of just some of the things I’ve sacrificed in the name of the Ironman, especially over an entire year, it would be easy to dismiss this entire thing as being trivial. Why do this? Look at all of the genuinely important things you’ve missed! However, I need to look at it a different way.
Yes, my journey to (hopefully) becoming an Ironman was a year in my life that nine times out of 10, I had to put myself and my training first. You have to. If you don’t train, you won’t finish. I’m almost having difficulty writing this because it sounds so awful, but I had to be selfish. But by choosing to go from zero to 100 and tackle a full Ironman with minimal triathlon experience, I was wandering into uncharted waters in an effort to discover myself, face my fears, and to see what I’m made of. And all the while, I learned that it’s because I really love it. It is what makes me the happiest and most complete.
What I’ve learned about myself since then is another post itself, but I will tell you this. I’m thankful for the people around me who have forgiven my absence and still supported this journey.
Most importantly, thank you to Chicken Face for putting up with my never-ending messes, stacks of water bottles, CarboPro dust everywhere, load after load of laundry, the helmet in the shower, the wet bathing suits drying throughout our bathroom, our increased grocery bills, the drawers full of fuel, the bike still sitting out on the trainer in the living room, falling asleep far too early, abusing the ballerina bun hairstyle, the never-ending Amazon orders, my incessant rambling about all things Ironman, my moodiness, my freak outs, my breakdowns, my happy moments, and most importantly, being part of this wild ride. We’re almost there.
Only five days ago I was struggling and felt completely defeated by the open water. But today I realize what friends can do for you, and why I’m lucky to have some that will go swimming with me at 6 a.m. on a Friday morning.
Today, I swam with Simon, Jeff and Andy, all of whom knew about my fears and were nothing but supportive. Simon even offered to stay with me in the swim lanes and coach me through each lap with tips and tricks. With my mind focused on his sage advice instead of the negative thoughts that would normally be running through my mind, I was able to swim in the open water (largely) anxiety free! Let me repeat that for you: LARGELY ANXIETY FREE! WAHOO!!!
I focused on sighting, on drafting, on feet bubbles and anything else EXCEPT how deep and dark the water was, and my anxiety subsided. Lesson: focus on anything but your fears.
Well, there were still some moments, especially in the beginning, and I still stayed in the lane lines, but by the end I felt like a new person and I have Simon to thank for this. So here’s a shout out to you, Simon – THANK YOU!
And it all came right on time as Sunday is a big day. It will be my first triathlon.
Ok, ok, Chicken Face likes to remind me that I did a couple triathlons in college, but given that I can’t even remember any semblance of a training plan or the fact that it was over seven years ago, I’m calling this weekend’s race my “first” triathlon.
The Morgan Hill Sprint Triathlon is a 3/4 mile swim, 16 mile bike and a 5 mile run.
The Swim & Run:
This morning, I also met my coach for a "Triathlon 101” pow-wow. I literally asked the world’s most basic questions so I don’t make any rookie mistakes on Sunday. Did I sound like an idiot asking them? Probably. Am I glad I asked them? You better believe it. I’ll be sure to share them with you soon!
My race strategy for Sunday: think of it is a triple brick workout to get used to the sport, but leave everything out on the course. We’ll see what happens.
I have another open water swim tonight and some race prep tomorrow morning, so pending another confidence meltdown, I’m nervous, excited and anxious all at once. Here goes nothing.
It’s important to me that my blog isn’t all rainbows and sunshine.
Far too often I read blogs that are nothing but dancing unicorns and it’s easy to find yourself falsely comparing your life to these seemingly perfect lives. But in reality, the blogger just chooses not to post their struggles, thus creating a fake perception of reality.
I don’t want my blog to be pathetic rants or any sort of pity party, but I do want it to be an honest reflection of my athletic endeavors – the good, the bad, and the ugly. I think it’s important for anyone who is reading about my journey to know that it is not seamless. I also know that my “struggles” pale in comparison to serious hardships, but they are still part of the process and I want to be honest with you guys and myself. Plus, putting it down in writing is my version of therapy.
This morning I went back to the open water, dragging my mom along for the ride as she was in town for mother’s day. Last week, I made small progress in the open water by staying in the lane lines and only swimming short distances at a time. Sticking with my motto of “baby steps,” I decided that I would once again swim before the rest of the group arrived and swim the longer swim lanes (150 meters each way), but not outside of the lane lines.
I zipped up my wetsuit, moaned “Mooooooooom!” when she insisted on snapping photos, and was anxious to see what today would have in store. I made my way out to the swim lanes with the intention of not necessarily getting a workout in, but rather working on my open water comfort. I once again spent some time blowing bubbles in the water before starting the swim and trying to get comfortable.
This is the “my wetsuit is choking me” look.
I started swimming and felt good; same feeling as last week and thought I was making progress. But as I got into the 100 meter marker of each lap, my heart would start to race. The water got deeper, a little foggier, different plants underneath, and even my first fish sighting. My mental freak out makes absolutely no sense as there is no reason for it. I would flap around for a few more meters until I reached the end and had to take two minutes at the end of each lap just to calm down.
Absolutely nothing went wrong except for my mind doubting everything. I thought I was done with doubt?! Apparently not because once again my wetsuit was seemingly “choking me and trying to kill me” and the negative thoughts of, “Why am I doing this? My triathlon next week is going to be an embarrassing disaster. I can swim in the pool just fine, but I am deplorable in the open water. Just give up. I can’t F-ing swim. I hate this. Why is this happening?!” raced through my head. It was pathetic.
I promised myself I would do eight laps (1,200 meters) and the good news is that I did it. I don’t even want to tell you how long it took me. As I walked way out of the water, I made my way past the group and tried to avoid any eye contact or conversation with anyone. This was the same time that my mom and aunt came back from their run around the neighboring trails and met me at my stuff. Still avoiding eye contact, they asked how it was and I just replied, “Fine.” and nervously gathered my stuff.
I stripped my wetsuit off stupidly back down in the water, my coach came to tell me there was a shower, and I forced a smile and loaned out my swim cap to a fellow swimmer. As I made my way to the shower, my mom and aunt followed me to a hidden corner, away from the view of everyone else and I lost it.
For the first time in Ironman training I cried.
I cried because I felt like a failure at something that should be easy. Something that I know takes time, but I should at least be able to swim the swim lanes. My self-esteem plummeted.
In perfect timing, my mom and aunt were there to do the things that moms do best: comfort me.
I know that I’m far too hard on myself and that things like this will take time. They assured me that come November I will look back at this and laugh, but I just have to keep at it. I know they’re right, but for a confirmed type-A, it’s a hard pill to swallow.
Am I back to my “I can do anything!” mentality? Not at the moment. But it’s almost as if it was supposed to happen today, Mother’s Day, when my mom was in town and it was her first glimpse of my training. I got knocked down and she was there to pick me back up. Love you, mom.
Tomorrow, we try again.
My dad always reminds me, “Life is about the journey, not just the goal.” This weekend I relished the journey and the small successes. Fist pumping silently ensued.
On Saturday, my aerobars asked me on a romantic rendezvous through Mines canyon and instead of fretting about whether or not I was saying or doing the right thing, I just did what felt right. And would you look at that, when I stopped thinking and just started doing, I actually enjoyed my time in aero…well, except when I tried taking off my arm warmers, but that’s a different story. Regardless, we’re now going steady and I can’t wait until our next date.
On Sunday, I made an even bigger baby step as I vowed to face open water swimming again. I won’t lie; when I woke up on Sunday I would have rather spent the morning pounding my forehead against the wall. I literally thought of every excuse of how I would put it off until this afternoon, until next week, until the grass grew about three inches longer. Then I told myself to man up and just get it done, with the caveat being I would go early before any of the group got there and I could just do my own thing.
The scene of the crime.
After wiggling into my wetsuit, I reminded myself that this was not the time to swim to the “rock pile” and back (the same 1,600 meter swim I did the first time that goes far into the reservoir and caused the panic attack). Instead, I was going to stay in the lane lines where I could see the bottom, where it wasn’t too foggy and my mind thought it would be “safe.”
Awkwardly taking horrible self-portraits pre-swim.
As I got out into the water, the first thing I did was put my face in and blew bubbles. I sat there for probably five minutes just practicing my breathing and calming down, and you know what, it worked. From that moment on I simply swam and whoa, shocker, I didn’t die! First open water baby step COMPLETE! Next up, immersing myself back into the “Oh my god I can’t see anything!” open water swim zone. I’m still anxious, still scared, but I know that taking each piece at a time will ease me right into it.
While each of these small happenings may not seem like much, to me their baby steps that I’m proud of and all part of the journey.
What baby steps were amazing parts of your journey this week?