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5/1 Eugene Marathon: Run 26.2 running with Ori and Dad's walking the half, you still have plenty of time to train if you want to kick those winter blues in the balls.
6/11 Blue Lake Sprint Triathlon: 750m swim (.5mi), 20km bike (12.4mi), 5km run (3.1mi)
6/12 Blue Lake Olympic Triathlon: 1.5km swim (.9), 40 km bike (24.9mi), 10km run (6.2mi)
6/26 Ironman Coeur D'Alene: 3.8 km swim (2.4mi), 180 km bike (112mi) 42.2 km run (26.2)
The Epic Continues... This is the blog I started when I signed up and began training for Ironman Coeur d'Alene, my first Ironman triathlon (2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike, 26.2 mile run). I trained for 10 months. On June 26 20011 I went to Idaho to do it, something went wrong in the cold water, I didn't make the swim cut off and was pulled from the race. Huge bummer. In a fog of disappointment I signed up for Ironman Canada on Aug 28 to get er done.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Worked
Remember how I was all like "haha I crashed!" eff that. I hurt.
I woke up today feeling like a 200 year old. The kind of neck kink that will get you in trouble. The kind that only lets you nod "yes", no shaking "no." A hip that hurts to touch and bend, a sore ribcage, and some really sticky wounds. I'm confident I'm not broken, but I am busted and was in a real foul mood about it. I love that spleens are on the left.
I headed down to Hood River to get a new bike tire because my trainer ate mine, had a heckuva time getting the tire on with cold hands, busted 2 knuckles and hit the road for a 4.5 hour ride. It was super sunny this morning and I have no idea how to dress for a bike ride that is half hot climbs half shady flying down hills. I wore shorts, a jersey, a wool shirt, and little fingerless bike gloves.
I battled my sore body and sled crashed mood with lots of Guns n Roses, which seemed to help.
2 hours into the ride I noticed I was frozen. I pedaled harder hoping to warm up. I couldnt feel my feet, and later my hands and I started making this weird low humming pain noise.
I would choose most pains over cold any day I've decided.
Being cold hurts, I forgot this until I walked into a pond during the Fossil course last month pretending to be a diabetic gone wild. It hurt! And today I was reminded again.
Anyhoo, the ride was hard and very painfully cold. I got to my car and flung my numb hands at the doors until they opened. Turned on the heat, thawed slightly. Ate a huge burrito, drove home, stood in the shower until I could feel 8/10 of my toes, the next thing I know I woke up at 6:30pm, I am warm and sore and better now.
I have a lot to learn about bicycle apparel.
I woke up today feeling like a 200 year old. The kind of neck kink that will get you in trouble. The kind that only lets you nod "yes", no shaking "no." A hip that hurts to touch and bend, a sore ribcage, and some really sticky wounds. I'm confident I'm not broken, but I am busted and was in a real foul mood about it. I love that spleens are on the left.
I headed down to Hood River to get a new bike tire because my trainer ate mine, had a heckuva time getting the tire on with cold hands, busted 2 knuckles and hit the road for a 4.5 hour ride. It was super sunny this morning and I have no idea how to dress for a bike ride that is half hot climbs half shady flying down hills. I wore shorts, a jersey, a wool shirt, and little fingerless bike gloves.I battled my sore body and sled crashed mood with lots of Guns n Roses, which seemed to help.
2 hours into the ride I noticed I was frozen. I pedaled harder hoping to warm up. I couldnt feel my feet, and later my hands and I started making this weird low humming pain noise.
I would choose most pains over cold any day I've decided.
Being cold hurts, I forgot this until I walked into a pond during the Fossil course last month pretending to be a diabetic gone wild. It hurt! And today I was reminded again.
Anyhoo, the ride was hard and very painfully cold. I got to my car and flung my numb hands at the doors until they opened. Turned on the heat, thawed slightly. Ate a huge burrito, drove home, stood in the shower until I could feel 8/10 of my toes, the next thing I know I woke up at 6:30pm, I am warm and sore and better now.
I have a lot to learn about bicycle apparel.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Lil Wayne Hill Smack Down
We got our asses handed to us yesterday morning sledding at Lil John Snow Hill. It was a Beautiful morning. The mountain was beaming. Friends had to get back to town so we headed up tot he hill for just one or two runs. That means you have to go big.
Sika and I climbed the hill. Lil John was a little wet and there wasn't a ton of snow on it, but there were folks out. We boldly climbed past them. At the top, a man below stood and watched us. Sika said "I think he's scared for us."
The second we lifted out feet we were going 900mph. Turns out there's a lot of jumps on the hill that were hard to see. I had one hand clawing the rubber of the tube, and the other was holding Sika. I actually thought we had it until we hit a big bump. I remember Sika silhouetted against the sky about four feet above me. I reached up to grab her back to earth and I think it was like when you double bounce in a trampoline. When she came back to the tube via my face, we both flew. Needless to say we lost the tube, grabbed each other and took the rest of the 30 feet of sharp ice vertical on the skin of my right side, Sika's wrist, my hip, and her back. It was amazing. I drew a picture.
I laughed out loud through my whole 15 mile afternoon run. Smiling and reassuring folks concerned that I looked like I just got run over by a truck that I was fine.
When I got home I was confused as to why I felt like total shit. Tired, thirsty, hungry, hurting, bleeding, sore, and grumpy. It's so weird how perplexing it can be to figure out that maybe I feel bad because I'm tired and hurt, like a baby.
I ate, dressed and cleaned my wounds, drank water, and will sleep like a very sore baby.
The second we lifted out feet we were going 900mph. Turns out there's a lot of jumps on the hill that were hard to see. I had one hand clawing the rubber of the tube, and the other was holding Sika. I actually thought we had it until we hit a big bump. I remember Sika silhouetted against the sky about four feet above me. I reached up to grab her back to earth and I think it was like when you double bounce in a trampoline. When she came back to the tube via my face, we both flew. Needless to say we lost the tube, grabbed each other and took the rest of the 30 feet of sharp ice vertical on the skin of my right side, Sika's wrist, my hip, and her back. It was amazing. I drew a picture.
When I got home I was confused as to why I felt like total shit. Tired, thirsty, hungry, hurting, bleeding, sore, and grumpy. It's so weird how perplexing it can be to figure out that maybe I feel bad because I'm tired and hurt, like a baby.
I ate, dressed and cleaned my wounds, drank water, and will sleep like a very sore baby.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Beginner's Mind
Here's something I love about this: It's all totally new. I got a golf score (seconds plus strokes for 50m) of 87 in the pool yesterday, I've never gotten sub 90 yet, and at the start I was getting 136, so it feels like a huge progress. Being new to this, everyday is a personal best, there's no past to measure up against.
I love that about having a coach too, I only know what I know, and being new to the sport that's not a lot. I love learning it in bite sized pieces, through conversations and workouts. Tiny steps.
Just saying, it's really healthy for me to practice not really knowing the big picture and just swimming one lap at a time when the whole workout is hard to wrap my head around.
Time off makes it way easier to do my workouts, I'm back on the pony, sore and feeling strong.
I swam 1.4 miles yesterday with a trainer ride. Today is a swim speed workout, trainer ride, and a track workout, and a trip to Portland.
Time on the trainer is also a great time watch ALOT of TV on the internet.
Here's the current faves:
Transgeneration is an eight episode documentary about the lives of four transgender college students. It's super inspiring in a coming of age make your own kid of music got to be me sort of way. Also it's on Netflix Instant Watch.
Also thanks to John and Abby, the Mighty Boosh is rocking my rides. Fuzzymanpeach.
I love that about having a coach too, I only know what I know, and being new to the sport that's not a lot. I love learning it in bite sized pieces, through conversations and workouts. Tiny steps.
Just saying, it's really healthy for me to practice not really knowing the big picture and just swimming one lap at a time when the whole workout is hard to wrap my head around.
Time off makes it way easier to do my workouts, I'm back on the pony, sore and feeling strong.
I swam 1.4 miles yesterday with a trainer ride. Today is a swim speed workout, trainer ride, and a track workout, and a trip to Portland.
Time on the trainer is also a great time watch ALOT of TV on the internet.
Here's the current faves:
Transgeneration is an eight episode documentary about the lives of four transgender college students. It's super inspiring in a coming of age make your own kid of music got to be me sort of way. Also it's on Netflix Instant Watch.
Also thanks to John and Abby, the Mighty Boosh is rocking my rides. Fuzzymanpeach.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Super American
Here's what a ribs and slaw dinner party inspires:
Challenge: Draw the USA without looking.
Don't knock it til you try it.
Then watch this:
Challenge: Draw the USA without looking.
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| Canidians! |
Don't knock it til you try it.
Then watch this:
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Bombity bomb bomb
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| I just knit this hat! |
1 frozen banana
1 braeburn apple
3 cups OJ
half a squeezed lemon
a splash of maple syrup
Whip it.
Drink it.
Twist it. Bop it.
Getting back on the Pony
Back home for 9 nights!! It's been snowing like nobody's business, but the driveway is still mostly operable. Lots of time for projects and finally time to give my training the space it deserves in my life. I got in the pool yesterday which felt great. I really missed it with the lung mung.
It was a long weekend in Portland with snow days, friends, Portland International Film Fest, family and Boos' baby shower! The little blube could come any day now which is thrilling. The funniest part of the shower was when I told my cousin to punch me in the face if I ever say "binky" and she did. I'm ok though, it spiced the gift opening up for me a bit for sure.
I also got to spend some time out at Ekone ranch this weekend. It's a horse ranch, camp, natural burial ground run by awesome ladies and good people. We got snowed in for a sec, saunaed, ate ribs, hiked, fed horses, and talked about exciting future collaborations between me and there. It's rad how things and places and people come into your life. I heard about Ekone last year in an AP article about natural burial grounds, then there was a gal at the Back Fence storytelling a few weeks ago telling a story about there, then when I met the gal I bought the big trailer from on the Max she invited me out there.
Speaking of people coming into life, Hood River is doing me good these days, I'm feeling more at home, running into folks when I go into town, having a little dinner game party tonight with more ribs and slaw than you can shake a stick at.
Time to gear up for some snow shoveling and a hill bike and hill run workout, we're starting base 3 this week, the last base chunk of this training. I'm a little nervous because I missed so many workouts these last few weeks, but nothing to do but get back on this pony and ride.
It was a long weekend in Portland with snow days, friends, Portland International Film Fest, family and Boos' baby shower! The little blube could come any day now which is thrilling. The funniest part of the shower was when I told my cousin to punch me in the face if I ever say "binky" and she did. I'm ok though, it spiced the gift opening up for me a bit for sure.
I also got to spend some time out at Ekone ranch this weekend. It's a horse ranch, camp, natural burial ground run by awesome ladies and good people. We got snowed in for a sec, saunaed, ate ribs, hiked, fed horses, and talked about exciting future collaborations between me and there. It's rad how things and places and people come into your life. I heard about Ekone last year in an AP article about natural burial grounds, then there was a gal at the Back Fence storytelling a few weeks ago telling a story about there, then when I met the gal I bought the big trailer from on the Max she invited me out there. Speaking of people coming into life, Hood River is doing me good these days, I'm feeling more at home, running into folks when I go into town, having a little dinner game party tonight with more ribs and slaw than you can shake a stick at.
Time to gear up for some snow shoveling and a hill bike and hill run workout, we're starting base 3 this week, the last base chunk of this training. I'm a little nervous because I missed so many workouts these last few weeks, but nothing to do but get back on this pony and ride.
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