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“Hey! Where’s my medal?”
52 Miler.
Weekends. Ah. The word that used to mean “rest” or “relaxation” or “party.” The word which changed meaning once I birthed kids, but now means: ass busting workouts, time with kids, and laundry. And I love it. Yesterday, of course was the trail run. Today was 52 miles on the bike (3:20:15 time) with the Expert, plus […]
Red Top Roaster
I woke up at 5:45 this morning and headed to Cartersville, Georgia for the 1st Annual Red Top Roaster Trail Run. The race featured a 5k event, and a 15k event. Being the idiot that I am, I thought 15k sounded fun. Well, not really. My dear Coach Monster said it would be good fun. Maybe […]
Good!
Rolling out the quads on a foam roller….. good! Obsession with computer ….good! Figuring out how to do both at once… perfection.
Pre-Race Fuel
Again, this 9.3 mile trail “race” tomorrow isn’t really a “race” for me. For the other 400 people, yes, maybe. Me? Just trying to survive it, and make the 2.5 hour cutoff. The kids and I made pita pizzas for dinner. Vegan? No. But vegetarian… yes! And with organic tomato sauce, cheese and tomatoes….and basil […]
Grasshopper
Coach Monster calls me Grasshopper. Not that we are talking Kung Fu around here, but sometimes I feel that way. Plus, Coach Monster usually responds to my naive triathlon issues with short, declarative sentences. So I often imagine him meditating in a dojo somewhere, picking up his iPhone, typing wise things to me every so […]
Who Are You?
I started a discussion thread on the Swim Bike Mom Facebook page, and have found out the most amazing things about some of my dear Facebook friends. Leslie: “I also secretly want to complete a full [Ironman], I am thinking Cozumel November 2012. I will be 40.” Dawn: “We are training with Team in Training […]
I Must Scurry.
I am enjoying recovery day. Last night, I did email Coach Monster about whether or not I should succumb to the 9.3 mile torture that is sure to ensue this weekend at the Red Top Roaster trail run. The convo went something like this:Me: Saturday’s run is a 9.3 trail run […]
Waterlogged
3500m in the pool tonight. Even though I am now showered, in jammies, and staring longingly at the nightnight room, I think someone could pick me up and wring water out of me. (If someone can actually pick me up and wring me out, then I might really be on to something – something truly marketable…) […]