Adapted from Triathlete Article Our two kiddos were around the wee ages of four and five during the year I tackled my first Ironman in Couer d’Alene. Now, I don’t recommend trying to do the insanity that is Ironman training with a four and five year-old, a full-time job, and all the responsibilities that come with life and being a
Okay, so I am injured. I haven’t done anything in a week, and I ate a steady diet of crap and doughnuts over Thanksgiving. Instead of being thankful for healthy workouts and good-for-me food, I was thanking God for ice cream and vino. Ugh. Not what I wanted, and I feel like absolute garbage heading back into the work week. However,
I was lugging through spin class today. Fifteen minutes in, my hip was bothering me beyond words. About thirty-five minutes later, though, I hit a breakthrough and I was over the pain. I stretched out after class, and (knock on wood), I am not hurting right now. So, instead of trying to take things slow, I am sniffing out 5ks for the
Well, I have been in denial. I am officially giving myself a break and hitting the slow train. My left hip is no better, and after a pitiful two mile run today, I’m all over the place with frustration and pain. Time to pace down, and see if I can get healing. I took off on my road bike yesterday,
My red hair didn’t work. And I attribute a sluggish tri-training month to it. I am back blonde and thinking that will snap me back into shape. Or maybe training a little harder without this stupid gimp hip. I was a total poser in spinning class today. Ugh. Maybe it was the one-quarter pie I ate last night. But it
I won! I won! I won my age group in the 5k today at Suwanee Town Center Park! Okay, okay. So I was the only person in my age group, and almost everyone finished ahead of me – but still, I won. I’m not sure if that’s really a win, but whatever. I shaved a few more minutes off my last
I hate fat baby carrots. When I buy a bag of baby carrots, I want it to be full of the teeny ones, or at the most, the ones that are the size of a chunky Crayola. Today I opened a bag of organic carrots from Publix, and those darn things were baby tree trunks. Does that make me a hypocrite?
Ever since my first tri, I have been hurting like a little old lady after a bone-shattering car accident. I remember exactly when my left hip gave up on me – right at the start of mile two of the run. It’s been bothering me ever since. Now, I am successfully screwing up lots of other parts because of this
I am thinking of trying the Team in Training thing. You know, the little flyer you get in the mail that claims you can train for a marathon, half-marathon, triathlon with a group in your neighborhood? And it claims that you need no experience or anything? I have a meeting on Saturday, and I think it could be fun. I need
I was a little derailed by James’ 3rd birthday last weekend plus a nasty headcold that is still hanging on. I went out for a run today, and only made it through about two miles before everything hurt and my heartrate was screaming in Zone 15. That’s okay. Tomorrow, I will spin and just start this whole thing all over again.