My college friend, Jamie, kept himself pretty entertained on a family trip to France once when he was younger by loudly exclaiming over and over again:
“Wow! This is JUST like Vegas!”
while standing in front of the Eiffle Tower. Apparently, the remark was met with looks of shock and horror from fellow tourists who were either…
Everyone has their favorite traditions that make the Thanksgiving holiday complete–for some, it’s their Grandmother’s famous stuffing or their aunt’s jello mold. For others, it’s all about the day of football in the backyard with the cousins.
For us, it’s the Thanksgiving Day Ride and Tie. Running, biking, carnival sized stuffed animals, race director and triathlon…
I dragged myself to yoga this morning at Sculpt Fusion. I have sort of a love/hate relationship with yoga. I do believe it’s good for me, but sometimes it seems so. . .inefficient. Take out all those sun salutations and forced relaxation time, and you’re left with, what, 10 minutes of actual stretching? Couldn’t I…
The past few months have been full of excitement, racing, and travel, crescendoing with the recent wedding/Ironman combo.
Life has at times felt like a mad symphony with an even madder conductor.
Trips to Canada x 2, Malaysia, France, Spain, Hawaii,and other US destinations have helped me rack up the frequent flyer miles and race tally–3 Ironmans, 2 halfs, and a bevy of…
Yesterday’s run workout was a 36 minute 10k, including a 5:00 mile at 12% incline. Not bad. . .especially considering I was only 6 days out from my last Ironman.
Of course, I had a little assistance from the Alter-G treadmill. Now, I love me some treadmill running, but “easier” is not what usually comes to mind…
Flat = fast, but it doesn’t mean painless!
If I learned anything on Saturday, that was it. Crossing the line at 9:35, it was the fastest Ironman race of my career so far, but it was also certainly one of the hardest!
All week long, I had marveled at the glassy water and sugar cane sand of the…
I definitely didn’t come up with this nickname, though I wish I had. As someone who grew up in a town where high school Homecoming was celebrated with tractor pulls and truck pushing events, I have self-proclaimed authority to make redneck jokes. . .seeing as I am one. Sort of.
Although this will be my…
Seems like the dust (or flower petals and birdseed) hardly had time to settle last week before I was packing my bike and bags for Florida. Andy and I will be treating ourselves to a 4 week New Zealand honeymoon in December, but for now, it’s back to business. Not that I mind, as by…
The events I typically put so much time and effort into preparing for are 140.6 miles long and involve many hours of all out effort in sweaty spandex. Saturday’s big event was not long, nor was it strenuous–and, mercifully, it was spandex free. Saturday’s big event was not an Ironman. It was a walk down…
With all this wedding talk, perhaps you were envisioning me spending my entire day wearing taffeta and lace, selecting china patterns, and tying bows on wedding programs. . .ok, fine, one of the three did really happen. But only one. For the most part, wedding week was spent in hard core training mode. . .…
