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 […]

The Romanticizing of a Monster

Addiction is a hideous thing. And alcohol addiction is a real pain in the ass, the wallet, the waistline and the mind. Some of us can have a lovely glass of wine with dinner. Others of us, well… nothing less than a martini and a bottle of pinot grigio. ABC News anchor Elizabeth Vargas just yesterday bravely shared […]

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 […]

There’s Nothing to “Unsee” Here

Recently, a Playboy model named Dani Mathers sparked a huge backlash after body shaming a naked woman in the gym showers at LA Fitness last week, by sending a picture of the naked woman out on Snapchat, and saying, “If I can’t unsee this, then you can’t either!” Here’s the thing.  I could give a […]

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 […]