LEGACY

Kday wrote me a training plan.

One that will make my next Tri less disappointing and painful 

It's a hard training plan - for me.

I did everything possible today to avoid my scheduled bike ride. 

I even did the budget.

I was a monster of a wife tonight too. 

Between the looming ride and seriously raging PMS.... Kday was a sitting duck. 

Poor guy

He somehow always knows my needs.

He told me to take it out on the bike and ride hard.

2 minutes into the ride I was still mumbling curse words about my day, my attitude and the bike.

4 minutes into the ride I looked at the beautiful sunset and found peace.

Dang, I hate when he's right.

I rode to the end of Legacy Parkway and back. 

A smile and grimace on my face almost the whole way.

22.5 miles. 

Super Rad.

I even averaged 16 miles an hour. 

That's fast in chubby time.

Later this week. Intervals. 

Puke. 

(Wow, I forgot how fun that word is to say..... Say it..... Puke)

It will be worth it next month when I finish the race feeling good instead of defeated.

And when the scale starts to agree with my hard work.

I BELIEVE THE TECHNICAL TERM IS.... To Ambulate!

SHE WALKS!

My cup runeth over.

GUIDE RUNNER

If I haven't already told you how AAAHHH-MAZING Cruisin with Cricket is - then I haven't done my job. Really. She's THE most inspirational person I am privileged to be friends with and work along side of.
Becky wanted to start running again. The issue at hand - sight. Becky needed a little help in the vision department. Usually Cricket does the guiding for her- but in the circumstance of running... I filled in for Cricket. It was an absolute HONOR to be Becky's eyes during our run.

The night before our first run, I was a little nervous. So I did my homework. I researched websites on how to be a guide runner. It's awesome. N'uff said.

This little "snippet" might give you a tiny glimpse into the world of Becky's view each day. Told you she's incredible. I can't wait for our next run.

SOUNDTRACK OF MY LIFE

Sometimes when I doing things like - the dishes, or running errands, or on a date with kday, I wonder what music would be playing in the background if my life were a movie. I do it all the time. Lot's of songs come to mind. This one is epic. It's versatility is it's greatest trait.




Have a good run today.

KDAY - AS A DAD

Things have been a little "heavy" around here lately.... so this will illumine the funk a bit.

Last night Kday said he wanted to show me a cartoon of himself - as a dad of our two kids.
He said it's a sign of things to come.
For the sake of adding a little man to the family - lets HOPE SO.
For the danger our existent lady and our future posterity when I leave to get ice cream--- let's hope NOT!

Enjoy-

DON'T YOU DARE GIVE UP

Saturday's race was grueling. 

I'll be the first to say I'm discouraged, more so now than I have been in a long time. And seriously disappointed in myself. It's been a few years since I've been stuck in such a doubtful mental existence. Two weeks ago I thought I was rocking this whole tri training thing. Yesterday kicked me in the teeth. It kicked me in the tooth that already felt kicked in from THIS POST.  But don't you fret my pets! I'll pick myself back up by tomorrow. But I gotta process my bike race on Sat first. 

The bike is my enemy. Food is my enemy. Hauling 15 lbs more this year than last - is my enemy. 

I settled in on the bike and felt fine until I hit the false flats that seemed to suck the life out of my legs. I don't back down to a challenge, and I've never thought about crying during a race. Saturday - I almost cried. I debated quitting. With one swift twist of my foot I could clip out and stop dead in my tracks. I hung my head and and I actually thought about just plain and simple quitting. NEVER in my life have I thought about quitting a race. 

I heard the voice of my sweet KDAY telling me "crying is only going to suck out energy that you need to go faster. So buck up and start pedaling." His dreamy voice was right. Instead of hanging my head this time, I bowed it and said a prayer. I asked the good Lord to help me finish this race. Help me to just keep going. Help me not to cry.

I said that I do TRI's because it's a challenge. I wasn't kidding. It's just never been this BIG of a challenge before. I'm ready now. It was the slap in the face that I needed to motivate me to reach my weight goals once and for all. I'm sick of hovering in the 150's and 160's. When I lost my weight before, I remember the moment that my dietitian told me, "Shannon, you have to be ready to let go of the weight. When you're ready to lose the weight your body will start to let it go." I'm ready. This weight goal has eluded me too damn long. Lets do this. 

I've got new journey's ahead. 

January 1, 2011: 140 LBS. 

131 days to lose it. 

YOU WIN SOME -- YOU LOSE SOME

JORDANELL TRI T1/T/2

Pre race nerves - but "thought" I was feeling confident in my training

Bike out - T1

Suffer-fest, last week I felt amazing on the bike. This week - I almost died

Bike IN

Run Out - T2

Finish Line - At least I beat the chick next to me.

Felt like shiz afterward. Can you tell by the look on my face!

Some cold water and a cute chika put a smile back on my face

I'm glad he still stands by me. Fat, less fat, win or lose. He's my favorite and motivates me to continue doing hard things. Even though I'm not very good at it.

My high hopes for yesterday's results were crushed about 1.5 min before I exited the swim and slowly made my way up the boat ramp. I felt great in the water and I thought the swim was going well. Until I checked my watch. Maybe that was a mistake. I was still a few hundred yards out from the swim exit and I was already 30 seconds past my goal split time. Dang it. 

Feeling good though, I wrapped up the swim and hauled through T1- - or so I thought. It felt slick as snot. Wet suit off, no time to dry, just slid my tootsies into my bike shoes, helmet click, shades on, and I was off. 

Then the whole thing went to hell in a hand-basket. 

I thought I was ready for the bike this year. But the bike owned me. I had NO juice in the legs. I tried over and over to speed up my cadence and amp up the speed, but to no avail. My body denied my numerous attempts. 

I finished the bike and hit the pavement running after what felt like another smooth transition. Numb feet for the first 2 miles only made me want to finish sooner. It was hot hot hot and thanks to the need to motivate a struggling runner next to me... I focused on helping her keep pace and we finished together. Well, I pulled in front of her just before the finish line - you don't think I'm going to "help her beat me." 

I'm slow - but I'm not stupid. :)

THANKS FOR THE GOOD LUCK WISHES. I APPRECIATED IT. HOPE I DIDN'T LET YOU DOWN AS MUCH AS I LET MYSELF DOWN.