Monday, May 20, 2013

It ain't always pretty

I have been trucking along with my triathlon training, until yesterday.
I had a brick on schedule- specifically a 50-60 minute bike ride followed by a 20-30 minute run.

I have had some good training runs, swims and bike rides.  I have done a few bricks where I felt SO FREAKING AWESOME.

Then there was yesterday's brick and I just felt completely DEFEATED.

D-E-F-E-A-T-E-D.
Towards the end of my horrendous bike ride, right around mile 11, I burst into tears.  With the temperature hovering around 85 degrees, humidity at 85% and winds at 17MPH (before I got on the bike), I wondered WHY THE HELL AM I DOING THIS?  Cars were whizzing by me (don't get me started on cars hogging the road and driving by a little too close for comfort- that is an ENTIRE post on its own), I was hot and tired, not looking forward to the run that was imminent, and had tears rolling down my face....while RIDING.  With cars on the road.
Again, why am I doing this?  At that point in time, it was not fun. at. all.

I have trained completely on my own and I have so many questions about triathlons, transitions, what to wear and how to overcome a new set of nerves for the swim (I can't see the bottom!  I have to swim how far in a gross lake?  What do I wear that will be suitable for all three events?), the bike (why am I so slow on the bike? which knob/lever/dohickiethingie changes the gears up/down? my ass hurts, my hands hurt, DAMN, the wind is going to knock me off my bike, how do I time rolling up to a light so that I don't have to unclip from my pedals?) and the RUN (please oh please let my find my running legs faster than 15 minutes in, HOW OH HOW do I get better at running in the heat without feeling like I might die?).  WTH do I eat so my body feels awesome after these longer training runs/rides/swims/bricks?

MY friend Kim has done one tri and has given me some GREAT tips.  Swim on the outside to avoid the masses.  Have a towel set up in transition.  Roll your socks off in *xyz* way so that when you come off your bike, you can just roll them onto your feet. GU and hydrate.  Do a mini-tri practice run prior to the race.

But she doesn't live inside my head.  I do.
My calves and feet are hurting (need to schedule a trip to the sports chiropractor to take care of my legs)
I hate the heat (this would be why I typically lay off the running during the Summer).
The logistics of every brick, run, ride or swim seem to be especially daunting right now.

Blah blah blah.

I have done everything on my training plan.  Physically, I am as ready as I ever will be.

However, I need to get my head in the right place.  I need to find a women's tri group to train with.  I need to remind myself that this is a new thing for me, that I need to give myself a little slack and not be so hard on ME.  I need to remember that running my first half marathon wasn't all that glorious (hip issues) and I am in a way BETTER position than I was three years ago.  I have to let go with the pressure of letting ya'll down, or my family because really, I am not letting anyone down, am I?  Regardless of the time I finish in?  I need to take all the support, motivation, and inspiration that I give to others and give it to MYSELF.

Don't I?
I want someone to tell me that I am awesome, that I can do this, that I will do this, that I will have a GREAT time, and that I will go on to do it again.

Please?

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

The Real Deal About Triathlon (for me)

I am entering week 4 of my triathlon training for the upcoming Athleta Iron Girl Sprint Triathlon in Austin, TX on June 2, 2013.

The workouts themselves aren't killing me.  In fact, I feel fantastic!  Granted, I just came off of half marathon training so cardiovascular-ly, I am in great shape.

Yes, I have an overall physical tiredness when I do bricks (bike/run or run/swim) where it feels like I just ran 8-10 miles, but I have very minor aches and sore-ness.....not much anyway.

Yes, my upper body is a little achey after a swim, but hey, I haven't swam laps in years.

Yes, I have only done spin classes- that means I have yet to take my bike out on the road, and frankly, biking on the road alongside cars freaks me out more than any open water swim.

Yes, hopping off the bike and then going into a run is kinda hard and my legs feel like jello and it takes every amount of self control to keep it together and not slither to the floor.....but I do.

Yes, I am realizing that there is still so much I don't know- like I don't have to wear socks with my bike shoes. The little holes all over the tri/bike shoes are designed to let water flow out since you swim first, then bike.  Also, do you know the difference between a road bike shoe and a triathlon bike shoe?  The first shoe has three velcro straps, the latter only has 1-2 velcro straps so you spend less time in transition velcro-ing your shoes.  WHO KNEW?  I didn't....until today.

Yes, I really really really want to hook up with a triathlon training group for some bike workouts.  I think I would feel more comfortable biking with a group (safety in numbers!) than by myself on the road.

Yes, I need to take a bike maintenance class so in case I blow a tire when I am out riding, I can successfully change it!

Yes, I am a tad consumed with the bike port of triathlon.

The hardest part of training for me so far is not the training itself BUT the logistics of the different sports (swim, bike, run), where to do it, who can watch the kid(s), what time, etc etc and how it all fits into my already VERY busy schedule of work, pick-ups/drop-offs, volunteer schedule, activity schedule for the kids,  and oh yeah, taking care of our house and all the errands that involves.

Needless to say, our house could use a good cleaning right about now.

I am trying NOT to stress out about it all but realistically, I am stressing about it all.  I feel like I am half assing everything and doing nothing well.  I know I will figure it out eventually- the balance to getting it done, the master schedule that works for my training, the kids, our family, work and life.  I need to give myself a little latitude while I do  and remind myself that I had over 3 years of running to determine what worked best for me/our family in regards to half marathon training.

It is just so overwhelming at times.  I am not complaining by any means- these are good problems to have, but I am ready to be a little more settled and decisive in our planning.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Old School Blogging- Marriage, Babies and Bliss

I decided to join my friend Elaine in some good ole fun, aka Old School Blogging!  I thought the questions were fun and I loved answering them, especially the first one. Enjoy!

1. How did your husband pop the big question?
After he ran his first marathon (so fitting now- ha!). I was NOT a runner then and did not become one until three years ago, BUT he was a runner from the time I met him. His first marathon was White Rock Lake Marathon in Dallas in March 1998. It truly was a memorable moment and he surprised the heck out of me. I was wearing sweat pants and my hair was in a pony tail; he had just finished his race and had clumps of salt all over his body- we were quite the beautiful pair!

After he finished the race, we made our way over to a bench that overlooked the lake- this was at Winfrey Point for all of you that live in Dallas. We sat on the bench chatting for a few minutes when I started nagging him about stretching and how his muscles were going to tighten up if he didn't stretch blah blah blah. He finally said "You're right" and he dropped off the bench, spun around and pulled up on one knee. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something etched in the wood of the bench and it began with something like this "Lisa, will you marry me". I looked at him, I looked at that bench and then I looked back at him, with my mouth draped open like a fool.

He launched into a beautiful speech for me, of which I remember none of it. The shock had overtaken me. He put his hand in his pocket, pulled out a black pouch, took a ring out and said: Lisa, will you marry me?

Damn fool (said with love....and incredulity) carried my ring in the pocket of his runner shorts for 26.2 miles. Now that I am a runner, I really can't believe he did that!!! No wonder he was such a nervous wreck the night before and the day of. Not only did he have to accomplish a 26.2 mile run but he had to make sure he didn't lose the ring AND he had to do it within a certain amount of time because......

Right after he finished his speech and I accepted his proposal, a FLORIST pulled up to our spot and a guy got out, carrying the largest bouquet of red roses I had ever seen- 26 of them to be exact. For me.

Now, you would think I would be a sobbing mess by now. Heck, I get teary eyed when my kids say sweet things to me, or at touching Hallmark commercials, and when any story tugs at my heart strings. I did not drop ANY tears for hours, UNTIL......

We were about halfway home to Austin. I was driving, he was chilling in the passenger seat. I pulled over at a rest stop, somewhere around Waco. I wanted to take a cat nap because hey! I had been awake since 5am! I pull over and Anthony said he had one more surprise for me. He told me to park and come around to his side of the car. He had his legs outside the car and he was still sitting. He pushed play on the CD player, grabbed my hands, look up at me with his dark brown eyes and as Elvis Presley started crooning "I Cant Help Falling in Love With You" to me, he said "May I have this dance?".

I boo'hooed like the big baby I am.

2. What are the three most surprising things about married life?
*It's hard
*It's a continual work in progress, like any relationship that matters to you
*That laughter diffuses any dicey situation/argument/disagreement

3. How did you find out you were pregnant for the first time?
By peeing on a stick : ).  We were trying to get pregnant and luckily for us, it happened fairly quickly.

4. How did you choose your first baby's name?
By scouring baby books and trying NOT to pick the most popular names.  However- when I came upon *Sophia*, I just knew that was our baby's name.

5. Describe where you see yourself in 10 years from now....
WOW- 10 years from now?! I will have three teenagers (God Help Me!) and my oldest will be graduating from high school.  I suspect I will be working at something I love, planning fabulous trips and running still!

6. Describe how you find bliss, either with words or images.
Laughter
Running
Books

Sunday, April 07, 2013

A Novel of a Post (aka Books Galore)

I love to read.  I just wish I had more time to do it.

My love for reading started out long ago.  As a child, my mom would read to us a lot. A trip to the library was a weekly outing.  Every single week, we would check out new books and return the old ones. I loved trips to the library.  I saw my mom reading all of the time.

These things made an impression on me.

I am making more of an effort to read more books since I get so much joy from it.

Here is what I have read in the last six months.....maybe longer!
Book 1 in the series
An epic and gripping tale of catastrophe and survival, The Passage is the story of Amy—abandoned by her mother at the age of six, pursued and then imprisoned by the shadowy figures behind a government experiment of apocalyptic proportions. But Special Agent Brad Wolgast, the lawman sent to track her down, is disarmed by the curiously quiet girl and risks everything to save her. As the experiment goes nightmarishly wrong, Wolgast secures her escape—but he can’t stop society’s collapse. And as Amy walks alone, across miles and decades, into a future dark with violence and despair, she is filled with the mysterious and terrifying knowledge that only she has the power to save the ruined world.
Book 2 in the series
In the present day, as the man-made apocalypse unfolds, three strangers navigate the chaos. Lila, a doctor and an expectant mother, is so shattered by the spread of violence and infection that she continues to plan for her child’s arrival even as society dissolves around her. Kittridge, known to the world as “Last Stand in Denver,” has been forced to flee his stronghold and is now on the road, dodging the infected, armed but alone and well aware that a tank of gas will get him only so far. April is a teenager fighting to guide her little brother safely through a landscape of death and ruin. These three will learn that they have not been fully abandoned—and that in connection lies hope, even on the darkest of nights.
 
One hundred years in the future, Amy and the others fight on for humankind’s salvation . . . unaware that the rules have changed. The enemy has evolved, and a dark new order has arisen with a vision of the future infinitely more horrifying than man’s extinction. If the Twelve are to fall, one of those united to vanquish them will have to pay the ultimate price.
 
A heart-stopping thriller rendered with masterful literary skill, The Twelve is a grand and gripping tale of sacrifice and survival.
I am not into giving you summaries of the books- Amazon does that just fine.  I absolutely LOVED The Passage. I never imagined I would get sucked into a book about the end of the world as we know it, but I did and I could not put it down.  As soon as I finished Book 1, I immediately started Book 2 (The Twelve).  I enjoyed Book 2 but Book 1 really blew my socks away!  I'm not sure when Book 3 is coming out- it looks like Justin Cronin (the author) is still working on it.
I am not including a summary of this book because I HATED IT.  The only reason I read it was because it appeared that millions of women had their world rocked and turned all sexy topsy turvy by the words/sex scenes in this book.  
OK, sure the sex scenes were steamy and if you like the S&M kind of thing, it might rock your world, BUT all the words between the sex scenes were TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE and made me gag with the horrendous writing.  The plot, the phrasing, the everything just did not agree with me.  
I know I am not the most objective of reviewers- I know that I love reading books off the Bestseller list- I know this.  But I just did not agree with the masses on this one at all.  I realize I may be shutting myself out of mommy circles around the world that want to get it on with Christian but he annoyed me to the 10th degree and even more, Anastasia behavior made me want me yell at her to get a backbone and stop your whining, girlfriend.  I did not read any of the other books in this series. What a waste of time. 
Ugh.
Marriage can be a real killer. 
   One of the most critically acclaimed suspense writers of our time, New York Times bestseller Gillian Flynn takes that statement to its darkest place in this unputdownable masterpiece about a marriage gone terribly, terribly wrong. The Chicago Tribune proclaimed that her work “draws you in and keeps you reading with the force of a pure but nasty addiction.” Gone Girl’s toxic mix of sharp-edged wit and deliciously chilling prose creates a nerve-fraying thriller that confounds you at every turn. 
   On a warm summer morning in North Carthage, Missouri, it is Nick and Amy Dunne’s fifth wedding anniversary. Presents are being wrapped and reservations are being made when Nick’s clever and beautiful wife disappears from their rented McMansion on the Mississippi River. Husband-of-the-Year Nick isn’t doing himself any favors with cringe-worthy daydreams about the slope and shape of his wife’s head, but passages from Amy's diary reveal the alpha-girl perfectionist could have put anyone dangerously on edge. Under mounting pressure from the police and the media—as well as Amy’s fiercely doting parents—the town golden boy parades an endless series of lies, deceits, and inappropriate behavior. Nick is oddly evasive, and he’s definitely bitter—but is he really a killer? 
   As the cops close in, every couple in town is soon wondering how well they know the one that they love. With his twin sister, Margo, at his side, Nick stands by his innocence. Trouble is, if Nick didn’t do it, where is that beautiful wife? And what was in that silvery gift box hidden in the back of her bedroom closet?
   With her razor-sharp writing and trademark psychological insight, Gillian Flynn delivers a fast-paced, devilishly dark, and ingeniously plotted thriller that confirms her status as one of the hottest writers around.


I enjoyed this book up until the very end.  The first 3/4 of the book- I was trying to figure it out- did Nick off his wife or did he not?  And if he didn't do it, then what the heck happened to her? Once you get to the end and find out exactly what happened.....well, it freaking pissed me off!  How do books do that?  Anyone that has read this book agree with me?! You don't have to give the ending away but how did it make you feel?
AFTER FOUR HARROWING YEARS ON THE WESTERN Front, Tom Sherbourne returns to Australia and takes a job as the lighthouse keeper on Janus Rock, nearly half a day’s journey from the coast. To this isolated island, where the supply boat comes once a season, Tom brings a young, bold, and loving wife, Isabel. Years later, after two miscarriages and one stillbirth, the grieving Isabel hears a baby’s cries on the wind. A boat has washed up onshore carrying a dead man and a living baby.
Tom, who keeps meticulous records and whose moral principles have withstood a horrific war, wants to report the man and infant immediately. But Isabel insists the baby is a “gift from God,” and against Tom’s judgment, they claim her as their own and name her Lucy. When she is two, Tom and Isabel return to the mainland and are reminded that there are other people in the world. Their choice has devastated one of them.
Oh, what a very good book with tough decisions made and a lifetime to live through those decisions. Heartbreaking, heart wrenching, touching, and also- are you freaking kidding me?!  It was a very very good read and it's hard to be mad at anyone in this book, even if you don't agree with how things go.
The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. Within the black-and-white striped canvas tents is an utterly unique experience full of breathtaking amazements. It is called Le Cirque des Rêves, and it is only open at night. 

But behind the scenes, a fierce competition is underway: a duel between two young magicians, Celia and Marco, who have been trained since childhood expressly for this purpose by their mercurial instructors. Unbeknownst to them both, this is a game in which only one can be left standing. Despite the high stakes, Celia and Marco soon tumble headfirst into love, setting off a domino effect of dangerous consequences, and leaving the lives of everyone, from the performers to the patrons, hanging in the balance.
OK, this is another one where I disagree with the mass readers of the world.  This one came with such high reviews and I am willing to give any book a chance but I just could not get into this. I tried and tried and read over a hundred pages waiting for the plot to *grip* me but in the end, I just couldn't do it. I finally put it down and said *enough*.  I might give this book another chance if ya'll can convince me I should.
Dallas, 11/22/63: Three shots ring out.
President John F. Kennedy is dead.
Life can turn on a dime—or stumble into the extraordinary, as it does for Jake Epping, a high school English teacher in a Maine town. While grading essays by his GED students, Jake reads a gruesome, enthralling piece penned by janitor Harry Dunning: fifty years ago, Harry somehow survived his father’s sledgehammer slaughter of his entire family. Jake is blown away . . . but an even more bizarre secret comes to light when Jake’s friend Al, owner of the local diner, enlists Jake to take over the mission that has become his obsession—to prevent the Kennedy assassination. How? By stepping through a portal in the diner’s storeroom, and into the era of Ike and Elvis, of big American cars, sock hops, and cigarette smoke. . . . Finding himself in warmhearted Jodie, Texas, Jake begins a new life. But all turns in the road lead to a troubled loner named Lee Harvey Oswald. The course of history is about to be rewritten . . . and become heart-stoppingly suspenseful.
In Stephen King’s “most ambitious and accomplished” (NPR) novel, time travel has never been so believable. Or so terrifying.

I haven't read Stephen King in a while.....a long while. However, I loved the premise of this book- enough to PURCHASE it (versus borrowing it from the library).  Plus, this book is long and I didn't want to have to hold it upright in bed; hence, a purchase for my tablet and reading it was so much easier. 
Anyhoo, I loved it.  I really didn't expect to but I did.  It took a little getting used to with all the time travel stuff but once the main character settled into the 50's and 60's to do what he set out to do (change history by preventing JFK's assassination), I was hooked to see what would happen.
Mr. King surprised me with this one, in a good way.
This book by far was my favorite of this group, and probably one of my all time favorite books, right up there with Life of Pi, Memoirs of a Geisha and Count of Monte Cristo (all favorites of mine).  It swept me away from beginning to end, capturing my mind and my thoughts the entire time.  I laughed, I cried, my heart swelled watching the relationship between Liesel and her foster parents grow, I got nervous for their family as other events developed around her foster family harboring a Jewish man in WWII Germany, how her love for books develops, the life she leads in her poverty stricken neighborhood and the relationship she developed with her new best friend. 
Oh, this book was SO GOOD. Writing this makes me want to read it again.  
I boo-hoo'd like a big baby towards the end.  Oh man.
Perfectly written.  OH, and written as YA Literature but I don't care.
Go read it now.
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I understand that what books I enjoy is a subjective matter, and not an objective one.  What I like you might hate and vice versa. Regardless, I love being taken to another world by the written words of others. It truly is a gift and one that I truly appreciate.

Have you read any of these books?  Agree or disagree with my pseudo-reviews?  What books have you read lately and which ones did you love (or not)?

Monday, March 25, 2013

Zooma 2013 Race Report- A Calling

Since finishing my SIXTH (6th, Six, Sies, 6, I can't freaking believe I have done 6 half marathons) half marathon on Saturday, I have been struggling with words for this race report.  Ya'll know that I love to write/talk/chatter and words rarely elude me but this time around, words are eluding me.

I finally figured out why I am having such a hard time.
This isn't MY race report to write.

This is NORA's race report to write.

When I signed on to be a Zooma ambassador and subsequently a mentor to newbie half marathoner, Nora, I put *my* race to the side and committed to assisting Nora to her first half.  Once again, while she may have thought I was teaching her a thing or two about running, she was teaching ME, reminding me, letting me re-experience being a new runner over and over again.
-Time is not the most important thing.  Finishing is.
-Even when times got tough for her, she did not quit.  E-V-E-R.
-At mile 12 of the course, I could tell by her quietness and the look on her face, that she wanted the half marathon to hurry up and be DONE. She kept her feet moving in the right direction.
-She didn't complain, not much anyway : ).
-She let me push her during training runs and I would venture to say that she surprised herself with what she was able to do.
-We shared tunes, laughs, stories about our families, stories about ourselves.
-We exchanged countless texts and emails about runs, aches, and funny running shirts we had found on the internet.
-We both have a love for sparkly running skirts.

I am not a fast runner.  I am certainly not intimidating to new runners. I love to have a good time. I love to talk about running and what I know about it. I love to share that love with others.

Even more, I LOVE seeing a woman who didn't believe she could run 13.1 miles back in January work hard, stay committed, shoot for the stars and end up circling the moon.

I do believe my calling is to mentor new runners.
me, Nora, Leigh Ann, and Missy
Thank you Nora, for allowing me to share this special moment with you.

As I told you during my little pep talk at Mile 12, you only have ONE *first* half marathon.  This was yours.

Enjoy it- be proud- you are AWESOME.
Congrats.

XOXO.

Now, who wants to meet up for a run with me this Wednesday?!
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My friends' race reports:
Nora
Missy
Carmen
Leigh Ann?

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Routines and Rituals

I have exactly 19 minutes to write this post.

That is the story of my life.  I have lots to do every single minute of the day and blogging gets pushed way way back to the end of the line.

Half Marathon #6 is coming up this weekend.  I know that I have had 5 half marathons before this one but I still can't quite believe that I have made it this far (ha ha) nor this long on my legs without physically dying.

I did a short run this morning to keep the legs loose.  I purposely didn't time myself nor did I wear my special gadget that tells me how far I have gone.  I followed intervals loosely but really, I just let my legs run when they felt like it and walk when they felt like it and when approximately 30 minutes had gone by, I stopped.

I felt great minus aching, sore calves but let's not talk about that.

During my brief run, I gave much thought to this thing called running and the race that is to happen in just 2.5 days.  I grasped for the word I felt captured my feelings for the moment.  The one word I kept coming back to is THANKFUL.

I am so thankful for:
running legs (that propel me forward)
running friends (that make runs go by faster and with tons more fun)
running music (that either makes me FEEL or makes me MOVE)
new running shoes (that are colorful and bright and make my legs and feet feel oh so much better)
a body that continues to cooperate with my desire to run

I hit an endorphin high when I realized that yes, indeed this Saturday will mark my 6th half marathon.  SIXTH.  Let that sink in.  I have.  I was so close to quitting the whole *running* thing after the first one but I just couldn't.  I stuck with it, I refused to quit and look at me now.

My pre-race week routine and rituals have begun.  Easy runs, obsessively checking the weather, obsessively thinking about what I will wear, obsessively telling myself that I am awesome.....that I can do this, that I will do this.  I am rolling and stretching and doing yoga. I had a *date* with my sports chiropractor this morning to shake out the knots and get my legs feelings as good as possible.

I am not really nervous about Saturday.  I have no *race time* that I want to beat.  I am not worried about the hills.  I am not worried about finishing.  I am in good health and great spirits.

My goal for the race is to help Nora finish her FIRST half marathon in good health and great spirits.  I want to talk and laugh and push us at the end.   I want to give her a big high-five and maybe a hug, too.  I want to tell her how awesome she is for finishing something that so many people can't/won't do.

Run 13.1 miles.

AND, I want her to continue to love running just like I do.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Meet Nora

Meet Nora.
She's a certified badass, and next weekend, on March 23, 2013, she will run her FIRST half marathon.

Somehow she got hooked up with my craziness and I have done my best to pollute educate impart on her what I know about running.  Zooma is calling me her mentor but on some of these runs, she is schooling me!

Really, I take my job of chatting her ear off on our long runs very seriously, sometimes so seriously that I have to stop myself and concentrate on my breathing so that I don't hyperventilate and pass out.

We couldn't have that, could we?  What kind of message would that send if I, the one who is supposed to know what she is doing, passed out cold?
Two weekends ago, we had the privilege of running 9 miles of the actual Zooma course out at The Hyatt Lost Pines (where the race is being held).  You know, the hilly part.  Oh wait, most of the Zooma course is hilly. How could I have forgotten?  At this point, Nora is either glad she got a taste of what is to come in just 11 days or she is wondering what the hell she has gotten herself into.
Maybe a little bit of both, no?
Regardless of how hilly the Zooma course is, regardless of how chilly some of our runs have been, regardless of the soreness and aches that come with running longer distances, I have thoroughly enjoyed getting to know Nora.  
She is a breathe of fresh of air on these runs.
I just know she is going to *kill it* come race day.
Please, give Nora a shout-out, a word of encouragement, a piece of advice when it comes to running your first half marathon, or an early high five!