ATHENA ATHELETE

Athena: Not the hottest of Goddesses... in my humble opinion.

What is an Athena Athlete? For all 2 of you who read my blog - here is the answer. In some athletic events - such as some running races and most all triathlons, there is an "Athena Division." It the fat girl club. No offense to you Athena's who are only in that division because you're tall and skinny but still weigh over the weight requirements :) To register in the Athena division you must weigh in at or above 150 lbs. It makes racing against other athletes your age a little less "doable" so that we're not always coming in last place. We're the "slow" ones..... 

or are we?

Athena: is the Goddess of wisdom, warfare and crafts. I would agree with all three points. I consider competition (races) WAR. I am in it to win it. But my question to myself this year is "To race age division or Athena?" Yes my weight says I'm an Athena, but last time I raced against only 1 other person and of coarse took 1st place (2nd is not an option). Not really a race if you ask me. However, if I race in my age division - it's not really a race either because I'll get smoked, killed, handed to... or whatever you want to call it when someone comes in dead last and wasn't even in the running for a possible win. There is no way I could be an actual "competitor" in my age division, given my weight and less than awesome physical fitness level. But racing against myself and 2-3 other people is boring. (Some who know me might call it the "monica" in me.) 

Although my "body" says Athena - my "heart" says competitor. 

I haven't filled out the registration forms for my next two triathlons in August. The Jordanelle Tri and the Bear Lake Brawl. I'll probably only race the sprint distances for both (I toyed with the idea of the Olympic distance in Bear Lake -- but after my run yesterday - there's no way I could train hard enough to recover from my 6 weeks of laziness.) but I'm torn about which division to register in. 

Either way, I've decided that NOW is the time to ACHIEVE my goals. I said I was going to do it... and although I'm still insecure and embarrassed at the sight of my arms - I'm competing in a tank top. Sick. 

IT'S TIME TO EMBRACE THE ATHENA IN ME.... AND THEN MOVE ON TO BETTER THINGS.

DEAR TRAINING EQUIPMENT:

Dear shoes,
I'm sorry that I have neglected you since my last race. I promised myself I wouldn't do that. I lied. Two weeks after the race I tried really hard to put you on and go for a run. But I was just too burnt out. Two weeks turned to three weeks which has now gotten way out of hand and turned into six weeks. I've been too nervous to hit the road with you lately, I don't want to see how much ground I've lost in my lazy month and a half off.  I'm sorry I traded you in for a swim cap... so today because the fates of the universe are screaming at me to go - I'll put my swim cap down and take you for a run. I hope you'll be kind to me.

Dear Swim Cap,
You are pink, and cute, and I like you... even if I only get to wear you while also wearing a ridiculously tight sausage case of a swim suit. I've been giving you a lot of attention lately - in prep for this weekends race. But I have a few other items of business to take care of as well and I might have to put you down a few times per week. We will still glide through the water together a few times a week - but I must also start running again. Thanks for understanding.

Dear Bike,
I'm still avoiding you. No other reason than I hate spandex. So I'll deal with you later. Sorry.

Dear Yoga Mat:
 You bring me peace, tranquility, and acceptance. I love you.

ALL MY MIGHT

I'M TRYING TO EMBRACE THIS MENTALITY... WITH ALL MY MIGHT.

CLICK HERE FOR THE AWESOME POST.

Despite my weight being up 15 lbs from this time last year.

Despite my inability to fit into most of my clothes.

Despite the fact that I'm eating well and working my "A" off in the pool, on the road and on the bike....

And despite my weight not budging on the scale -

I'm really trying to love the body I have.

How do I shut off the voice telling me I'll never be enough until I reach my goal weight? 

THER'S ALWAYS NEXT MONTH...

Monthly Comment Challenge Week - July 2010

Officially sucked. 

I found a way to weasel out... I didn't read most blogs on my blogroll

I avoided the the need to comment. 

Lame me.

I know. 

And we already know that most of you didn't do so hot either.

Well, there's always next month.

NO GUILT ALLOWED HERE.

Peace Out.

ONE THOUSAND..... BLESSINGS

They say: "A picture speaks a thousand words"

A thousand pictures say:

"That our photographer for Lady's Birthday party is the super raddest picture taker ever."

Those were my favorites... believe it or not - It was hard to narrow it down to just those few photos.

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REPORT CARD

WE'RE 1/2 WAY THROUGH THIS....

HOW YOU DOING SO FAR?

In my humble opinion... not great.

I'm 100% positive more than 2 people checked the blog today. 

I'm not doing this for comments on MY blog.... 

I'm challenging you to let all the other bloggers out there know that you're alive and breathing and to leave them a tiny token of "thanks" for all they do to provide you with totally rad reading topics.

So there! Go and Comment!

I'm around 96% so far... but I will improve on that number.

STOP READING MY BLOG AND GO COMMENT!

Please/thank you :)

STINK

Camp Rocked.
Simply Put.
I just got released from a 5 year stint as a leader/advisor for the Young Women's organization of my church. I don't know if I "graduated" or got "demoted," but either way I'll be moving into the Relief Society Presidency. Yikes. That's all I can say... Double Yikes.

 I will miss "my girls." I've watched them grow up from Valiant 11-12's to Mia Maids and hopefully soon they'll be joining me in the R.S room. Don't worry girls... I'll do my best to make enrichment night as crazy fun as camp was.
I feel guilty for my murmuring while planning camp.... but it was worth the long hours of meetings and planning it took to pull it together.
And besides.... SOMEBODY had to rock the water ski... and afterward, squeezing in an open water 1 mile swim for training.

But now I stink... like campfires, lake water, endless layers of sunblock caked with dust, bug spray, mac and cheese with hotdogs, more campfire, and more dirt. Kday requested I shower. ASAP.
Whatever.
He smells like - boy - and that doesn't wash off. :)