Ironman 70.3 Augusta 2016: The Swim Bike Mom Race Report
“I am relentless. I am unbreakable. I am unstoppable. This is good. This is great. This is awesome. I am relentless. I am unbreakable. I am unstoppable. This is good. This is great. This is awesome. I am relentless. I am unbreakable. I am unstoppable. This is good. This is great. This is awesome. This——-” SMACK. I didn’t even […]
“How to Survive Anything” – A Post about Fear
The Swim Bike Family headed to the lake yesterday for a little morning of fun, open water swimming and wetsuit testing, to be followed by lunch and a stop by Cabela’s (a/k/a where all things are Southern, fishing, hunting and camouflage). The Expert has decided that they (and I mean they) are going camping; so there were camping […]
That Damn Business of “I Am Enough”
“Girl, you better get your head right,” said our strength trainer at the conclusion of group strength today. This was after we were supposed to do some crazy ass ab/pike/thing with a giant blue ball. I put my feet on it, and proceeded to almost break my knees and face via the floor. (I am not his […]
No One Wants to Be a “Fat Girl”
There I said it. Commence the flogging. I had a fantastic time a few weeks back for a live event. I met with twenty or so wonderful women, talked nutrition, successes, stories and running… and it was really such a wonderful day. As I was talking to our group in a coffee shop as the […]
I Ate That. I Hate Me.
For the better part of my life I have engaged in a sad and ridiculous cycle with food. The cycle can be best summed up as: I Ate That. I Hate Me. As a stressed out adult, I welcomed alcohol into the mix as well, which turned an over-indulgent night at Mexican with margaritas into a morning […]
After the Ice Cream…
My dad had a nickname when I was growing up–and it was “the Tornado.” Because everything he did, he did fast. (And with also surprising accuracy.) I looked up to my dad so much, that my mom began to call me “Little Ray” – my dad, being the original Ray. When I took piano lessons, […]
Elbow-Deep in a Half Gallon of Ice Cream
I always find it funny when people comment or say how much they “prefer the way Swim Bike Mom used to be.” I have to stop and think for a minute on that one. Do they mean ME, personally? Or the blog? Or what? And what does that even mean, anyway? “Hey you’re okay, but […]
Tearing Up The Script
Several years ago, I was expressing my frustration in a small group of friends about my weight, my size, my triathlon speeds, and pretty much whatever else was bugging me at the moment when one of my friends, who I will call Susan (because that’s her real name), sort of nailed me. She basically said, “Well, you have a […]
The Anniversary of Something
For some reason, I was flipping through a copy of my book the other day… which sounds so narcissistic and weird, BUT… I can explain! The kiddos had pulled a copy out of my office and were reading out loud to each other from it. I was like, “Oh no no no no. That’s for […]