Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Thursday, September 27, 2012
In less than 36 hours I will be embarking on the most daring run I have ever done.
I will try to run for 24 hours.
The earliest memory of me running, (besides running away from the kids in grade school who found it amusing to chase me with a plastic snake), was joining up with the Cross Country team in High School.
And the memories evoked when I think of that experience? Breathing into brown paper bags and coming in dead last in the one and only Run Meet I entered.
I am not a natural runner.
I begin each run with high hopes, thinking that THIS will be the run where it's easy.
On THIS run it will finally click and my running Talent will enter my legs.
THIS is going to be the run where I don't have slow to a walk.
Hasn't happened yet.
So why in the world do I run?
It isn't my favorite thing to do~
but oh the places it has taken me....and
the beauty I have been blessed to see!
It's carried me through times I haven't thought possible to get through.
Running has been a tool in figuring myself out.
It's been a companion to me on days where I have felt alone.
And I love the feeling I have when I complete a run. Nothing better.
(Except for maybe the hot coffee I down after a morning spent in my runners.)
We tend to put limits on ourselves....
see ourselves the way we think we are or ought to be.
But in reality- we are always capable of more.
Proof of this lies everywhere.
(see one example: The man who runs without legs.)
I registered for this 24 hour run with the intention of seeing how far I can carry myself in the hours of one entire day.
Maybe it will turn into a challenge of seeing how long I can just keep going.
I am not sure what to expect out of this body of mine.
But it's a wonderful feeling to surprise your own self with possibilities hidden somewhere inside of you.
The trick is not putting a Limit on what you think that may be.
Something I may need to repeat in this head of mine during those (24) hours out on the trail.
Where is your real Limit? You may be surprised with the answer.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Sand CASTLEs by the Sea~
a small castlelike structure made of wet sand, as by children at a beach.
a plan or idea with little substance.
History is a child building a sand-castle by the sea,
and that child is the whole majesty of man’s power in the world.
Monday, September 10, 2012
Today marks the start of the 15th year I have taught my kids at home.
I started off having no idea what I was doing...and somehow managed to hang in through all the adventure...to get us to today.
It's had up and down moments- but I know there is not ONE day I would trade for ANYTHING.
I'm pretty blessed to be have been able to grow up with my kids!
Here's to a new year of learning together.
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Take mornings like this...
A room with a view....
(and a kitchen like this:)
Sights like these....
Then add some fishing....
Throw in landscape like this....
And nights with this sight off your "balcony"....
Add some together time....
And you have 3 wonderful days
in which to see out the last of August!
For some time last night, I laid and listened to the haunting howl of some creature,
longing to be heard.
It's howling echoed off the hills and ran together as if a song was being sung.
but misunderstood song.
how my heart feels.
I have this ache and desire to be heard by those I love-
a haunting heartache.
I can howl, even beautifully,
but as it echoes off the hills and then the mountains,
those close to me hear only the howl...and an eeriness to it.
They don't really understand me.
Or the sounds my heart makes.
I get the creature which howled through that lonely night.
it is beautiful.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
For this new week ahead....
I want to live like I'm on the holiday I just came back from.
~Life as a beach~
I wish I could learn to handle
the grey waves...
...as well as I do the sunshine.
Come to think of it,
Flip Flop Lane....
might be the way to go.
Happy Weekend Everyone.
May you live the week ahead
Monday, August 6, 2012
I crossed yet another race off my "race bucket list" last weekend.
A Half Ironman which I started and finished...
all 70.3 miles of it!
Out of all the race events I have ever done...this has been the farthest, longest, and most fun.
Maybe it was because I feel I trained forever and I was glad to finally put it to use.
Maybe it was because after crossing the finish line I felt I could do it all over again.
Or maybe...I was just glad to accomplish something I was determined to do. And I actually smiled almost the entire way through it!
Ironman Calgary 70.3....
was a Point to Point race....meaning a very long Saturday of sitting in on the race meeting, package pickup, packing up transition and dry bags, and then making my way out to Ghost Lake to drop off T1 bag and my bike.
All of it was so new to me, my longest triathlon being an Olympic distance...and being an Ironman sanctioned event didn't help calm my nerves any.
As long as the day was...and for how nervous I felt, it was calming to know I was doing this race with 2 good friends ...and the scenery which surrounded this event was absolutely amazing.
I actually was able to sleep a bit before my alarm went off at 3:45am, and except for a bit of panic when I realized what I was about to do in a few hours, I felt okay...and was able to choke down half a bagel with peanut butter and a bit of banana with some coffee. Body marking and bus pickup was across the city, so by 4:50 I was driving..in the dark...wondering what was to come of the day.
Riding out to the lake with a bus load of athletes who all looked fitter than I, caused me a bit of panic as well....but I tried to focus on where we were driving and where the bike route would be.
Once we arrived at the lake, it seemed there was hardly enough time to fill my bottles on my bike, stock it with my nutrition, pump the tires, stand in line for the washroom, don my wet suit, and get into the lake for the in-water Start. I felt extremely panicked thinking they would blow the horn before I finished all I had to do, but looking back- I'm thrilled I didn't have time to think!
I was in the water maybe a minute before Start time...and before I knew it there I was, beginning my first Half Ironman event in the middle of over 200 other women in my age group. I can happily say my fear of getting kicked or swam over never occurred.
The swim segment is always unnerving to me.
I know I can swim.
I love to swim.
But the unknown takes over my brain and I let my thoughts win out.
So for the first 600m my main goal seemed to be just to stay above water and calm my beating heart.
I talked to myself more in that few minutes than I ever have before.
My head was yelling to just go!! while my body wanted to stop and yell HELP!
All negative thoughts crowded out the excitement and for that short bit of time I called myself stupid for even thinking I could do this.
But....I conquered the monster called irrational fear...and within minutes I found my rhythm and started to breathe like a normal person.
At one point I do remember wondering where my cheer squad was, and actually stopped to look up along the bridge before I swam under it just to see if my kiddos were there. Of course when I saw them I had to make sure they knew just which one of these swimmers in the pink swim caps I was.
So unlike me it was to stop and wave- but I had to. For some reason I needed the comfort of knowing they knew that I knew -they were there.
(Besides that...my goggles needed to be cleared;)
GHOST LAKE- WATER TEMP. 15+ Celsius
Molly-girl took a picture of me as I swam under the bridge.
I'm glad I stopped to wave;)
After I found my swim legs and arms...I just went. And I actually enjoyed the swim.
There was one point at about the halfway mark when I heard a lady choking beside me and stopped to make sure she was okay.
I remember thinking that if she couldn't catch her breath...how in the world would I manage to call a kayaker over in time for help?!
When she quit sputtering and found her voice, I carried on and came out of the swim:
1.2 mile swim in 43:40
Wet suit stripping.
I had heard of it, but had never seen it occur.
I have always wondered why one would need help taking a wet suit off.
Now I know.
I felt a tad dizzy from the lake swim, legs felt like jello, and I was trying to catch my breath.
Before I knew it I was sitting down on a mat looking up at 2 people who grabbed arms, legs, and peeled that thing right off of me in seconds.
My only thought as I looked up at them was how the heck I was going to get up.
But they even did that for me;)
(Yes. I DID feel as stunned as I look here;))
I took off to my bag for my bike gear, ate half a banana, got on my bike,
and started the 94km cycle into Calgary.
Transition took a little too long, but under 5 minutes was fine with me for a first time.
(I am planning to knock off a few next time around.)
The bike was amazing.
I felt invincible...as long as I didn't think of the potential of a flat tire. Or 2.
And the scenery was absolutely incredible.
At times I almost forgot I was supposed to be racing.
My greatest worry- aside from a flat tire- was taking in enough nutrition to get through the bike, and then have it carry over into the 21km run.
I have played with nutrition before while training, and even the weekend before during my 175km bike tour.
But nothing has ever seemed to work for me.
I always end up drained before the bike is even over .
This time...whether it was adrenaline or just luck, I managed to do it right.
Over the 3 hours I was out on the bike route I consumed something every half hour.
and fruit snacks.
I also consumed an entire bottle of water, and a bottle of Perform.
My average speed was 29.54km/hr, and for a 94km distance which included some very "sweet" inclines, I was happy with this.
94 km in 3:10:56
...and I smiled the entire time:D
(TRANSITION TIME (bike to run): 2:50 min)
Getting off the bike- I felt amazing.
I didn't even feel like I had "brick legs", and I'm crediting that to my fruit gummy snacks on the bike:)
If anything, it was more of a mental struggle to think that I now I had to run a Half Marathon...but I pushed it out of my head and pretended I hadn't just swam or biked.
This was merely me taking off for my Sunday long run!
It was encouraging to see my greatest fans along the run course. All 4 of my kiddos were there, and it seemed every time I turned a corner at the start and end of the run route, they were there cheering me on.
It was warm. Really warm.
No, it was hot.
And here is where I have to pull out an
to all the volunteers!
There was a total of 8 aid stations along the route, and it's at each one where I was blessed with volunteers handing me water, coke, ice, and cold sponges.
And best of all, they all encouraged us on by name.
I came up with a routine after the first 3 aid stations..
Grab 2 waters, dump one over my head,
grab and drink the cola,
grab and dump ice into the front of my tri top,
and 2 sponges got stuffed into the front and back of my top.
I was a running water barrel!
And I felt amazing.
I still think it is due to the calories I continued to take in on the bike route.
Along with the water and coke during the run, I consumed a gel every 40 minutes.
By the end,
I vowed to never consume another gel
The last kilometer was the longest kilometer in all my days of running.
I remember halfway through it, a spectator yelled out...
"If you give'er...you'll finish with a sub 6:30!"
That was enough to make me forget that my legs were cramping and I was already feeling thirsty enough to grab ice out of the front of my top!
I "sprinted" as hard as my wooden legs would sprint, and finished the run:
21.1km in 2:26:56
My goal, which I didn't share with anyone less I miss it by any amount of time,
was to complete these 70.3 miles in 6 hours and 30 minutes.
My final time:
This race was amazing.
From start to finish it was a beautiful course,
I never quit smiling (once I got past the first part of the swim!),
I got to run it with 2 amazing friends,
and I already want to try my swim/bike/running at another one.
A full Ironman is on my race bucket list after all...
~My inspirational race buddies~
~My AMAZING Cheer Squad~
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Thank you for letting me in on you today.
I think I needed you.
Thoughts and words came and went and then came again while I was with you.
But sometimes just BREATHING is good enough.
A deep, contented, sighing breath,
~that one can sometimes find only
....when on a walk.
Seeing the little things made the big things seem not so big.
Thanks for today.
Looking forward to seeing you again...
Extra glad for the walk when I came onto blogger and found a kazillion changes to the way I post.
I wasn't near as stressed as I normally would have been to all the differences on here;)