Monday, December 26, 2011
It's only Osteoarthritis....pish!!
A few weeks ago I went to have my knee checked as it has been getting swollen and making cracking sounds and yeah a bit of pain too. As a triathlete and to have problems like that, well, its not good. My doc had me do the standard test and X-ray. I saw a specialist with a bit of uncertainty. Although I am pretty much a person who is driven to do what I want. I sat in that doctors office awaiting the news.
"Doctor, these are my plans...." I began...
I had planned on running a marathon in preparation for an Ironman next year. I had also, had begun a love of trail running. As I love the outdoors with a passion you can't imagine. I also plan on a Double Century Bike ride and a repeat go of riding The Fondo in Santa Rosa, including a few triathlons and a weeklong ride next December. So to hear the doc tell me I shouldn't run was a blow. I promptly told him I will just run a little. Instead of an Ironman, maybe a half Ironman will do. I will only run enough to participate in Sprint Triathlons. I was annoyed at the indifference the doctor seemed to have at my not being able to do something healthful. He obviously does no physical activity.
So today I rode my bike on a ride I generally do, except that today I did feel a twinge of pain and I am more aware of the swelling more with the knowledge, that if I continue on this trek in my life. I could quite possibly cause myself to have to have surgery sooner. Blasted swelling... All I thought on my ride was, I'm not gonna get better so suck it up and enjoy the ride of life.
My ride became so real and better with every pedal stroke, with all the beauty I experience as I spun grateful for each spin. Life is what it is... Take that ride where you want to go. I plan to do everything in my power to succeed in my plans. I will have to see ky doc more than I'd like, but what the heck, I'll be happy.
Like in the song by Jack Johnson Better Together says...
"All dreams are made of real things"
Make your dreams your own and love what you want and whoever you want. All I can do is say to having Arthritis at this point in life....bring it on. I will handle it ... Pish!
Monday, October 3, 2011
Riding King Ridge Road was the ride of my life.....
I have to say this ride is beautiful but has your soul, questioning what the hell? It is challenging like no other road. Like they say, its the King of all roads.
The morning was great, except for the sheets of rain, wind, and fog. This seemed to get worse as the day progressed. Otherwise all good.
I will say that the road was about forty miles of just turn after turn of climbs. Not the 7% grades but 14% to 20% grades. Ones that make you say, oh mama or fudge fudge fudge , and shit shit shit. You get the picture. All I thought was don't look up.
I saw many bad accidents too. On one of the 20% descents I couldn't stop as we were made to dismount and walk. A horrible accident had happened at the bottom when two people skidded into a ditch. Fire trucks, ambulance, and police were there. I was squeezing my brakes hard the whole way down as the rain poured and I just couldn't slow down to a stop with the wet roads. I took my foot out ready to bail off the bike. I was already hydroplaining sideways and my cleat and I just kept kidding down at least thirty feet towards an ambulance parked there. I yelled, I can't stop!! A guy caught me to a stop. Crazy stuff for sure.
We were being made to walk at least a while with our bikes, as more and more police, fire trucks and ambulances arrived. It was harrowing for sure. The thought of those folks whom we saw in the ditch, were of hopes that all was gonna be alright for them.
I had friends here doing this ride, but none of them did King Ridge. Sometimes being naive to what's in store is a good thing, because had I driven it two days before, I may not have given it a go. It was spectacular by all means, and that experience I can't erase. The towering trees and winding roads make this spellbinding indeed.
That said, the weather conditions made even the most avid rider grimace.
I eventually had to in SAG at Jenner as time was not on my side.
The stories I heard while on the bus ride back to the Finley Center were riveting to hear, as alot of these guys and gals were half my age. They spoke of finishing the ride last year. The weather was treacherous especially for someone like me who has not the experience of training in inclimate weather. I come from Southern California, sun and beaches...
At that the point I sagged, I still had one more monster road and that was on Coleman Valley Road. The steepest part of the grade there is at the beginning. At that point there are I think seven miles of climbing still before rollers down to Santa Rosa.
They actually had a busload of cyclists that had to be sagged, and one bus for the riders still coming in to the Jenner rest stop. They advised not finishing as darkness would loom as we reached the top of Coleman and there would be no more support. This was at three pm. The weather played havoc on everyone.
I was soaked to the bone, shivering from the wind, I didn't care about the views I love to see along the beach, I just wanted a warm something to drink, and nice warm clothes. It didn't help that we rode nine miles to the start in the morning, because of warnings of sparse parking. We felt it was a good idea at the time and what a way to help out the parking situation, however, not when you are shivering and cold from being wet, and realizing, damn, we have to ride nine miles home. Ughhh!!
The day started perfect, I felt good and strong to the base of the first stop. Billowy clouds above the mountains looked breathtaking. No rain yet....
Friends that did the medio did experience some light drizzle and wind, but that's all. Luck was with them.
During my trek up King Ridge,I remember my pulling down my arm warmers at one point as I was feeling warm as we climbed more, and more chatting away with whomever I encountered riding aside me. I said, Is that a raindrop I feel? Within minutes it became more and more steady. Then it came down, fun at first as we climbed, the misty erieness within the trees and silence interrupted by the patter of raindrops on the canopy of redwoods we were beneath. A damn great experience, until the decents I used to love changed. I began to be wary of turns that were so unfamiliar and that were difficult to judge with the fog. On the ridge that we rode on at the top (there was actually a top) was raging cold with a blast of cold air from the ocean I was supposed to be able to see. Rain was sideways. I almost felt I'd be toppled off the road. Spectacular sight being in the clouds. I had to have my glasses pulled down just enough to see through, but if I took them off the rain pelted my eyes hard. So they stayed on.
Something told me to put DZ Warming gel on my legs, arms and lower back. Mind you its only for your legs... lol! I sure was glad I did. Funny me.
All in all I will be ready to do this again. Baldy is the way to go. I promise to enjoy the experience full on next year....
I have unfinished business and demons to conquer.
Patiently waiting to sign up again, 2012....
Cheers...
The morning was great, except for the sheets of rain, wind, and fog. This seemed to get worse as the day progressed. Otherwise all good.
I will say that the road was about forty miles of just turn after turn of climbs. Not the 7% grades but 14% to 20% grades. Ones that make you say, oh mama or fudge fudge fudge , and shit shit shit. You get the picture. All I thought was don't look up.
I saw many bad accidents too. On one of the 20% descents I couldn't stop as we were made to dismount and walk. A horrible accident had happened at the bottom when two people skidded into a ditch. Fire trucks, ambulance, and police were there. I was squeezing my brakes hard the whole way down as the rain poured and I just couldn't slow down to a stop with the wet roads. I took my foot out ready to bail off the bike. I was already hydroplaining sideways and my cleat and I just kept kidding down at least thirty feet towards an ambulance parked there. I yelled, I can't stop!! A guy caught me to a stop. Crazy stuff for sure.
We were being made to walk at least a while with our bikes, as more and more police, fire trucks and ambulances arrived. It was harrowing for sure. The thought of those folks whom we saw in the ditch, were of hopes that all was gonna be alright for them.
I had friends here doing this ride, but none of them did King Ridge. Sometimes being naive to what's in store is a good thing, because had I driven it two days before, I may not have given it a go. It was spectacular by all means, and that experience I can't erase. The towering trees and winding roads make this spellbinding indeed.
That said, the weather conditions made even the most avid rider grimace.
I eventually had to in SAG at Jenner as time was not on my side.
The stories I heard while on the bus ride back to the Finley Center were riveting to hear, as alot of these guys and gals were half my age. They spoke of finishing the ride last year. The weather was treacherous especially for someone like me who has not the experience of training in inclimate weather. I come from Southern California, sun and beaches...
At that the point I sagged, I still had one more monster road and that was on Coleman Valley Road. The steepest part of the grade there is at the beginning. At that point there are I think seven miles of climbing still before rollers down to Santa Rosa.
They actually had a busload of cyclists that had to be sagged, and one bus for the riders still coming in to the Jenner rest stop. They advised not finishing as darkness would loom as we reached the top of Coleman and there would be no more support. This was at three pm. The weather played havoc on everyone.
I was soaked to the bone, shivering from the wind, I didn't care about the views I love to see along the beach, I just wanted a warm something to drink, and nice warm clothes. It didn't help that we rode nine miles to the start in the morning, because of warnings of sparse parking. We felt it was a good idea at the time and what a way to help out the parking situation, however, not when you are shivering and cold from being wet, and realizing, damn, we have to ride nine miles home. Ughhh!!
The day started perfect, I felt good and strong to the base of the first stop. Billowy clouds above the mountains looked breathtaking. No rain yet....
Friends that did the medio did experience some light drizzle and wind, but that's all. Luck was with them.
During my trek up King Ridge,I remember my pulling down my arm warmers at one point as I was feeling warm as we climbed more, and more chatting away with whomever I encountered riding aside me. I said, Is that a raindrop I feel? Within minutes it became more and more steady. Then it came down, fun at first as we climbed, the misty erieness within the trees and silence interrupted by the patter of raindrops on the canopy of redwoods we were beneath. A damn great experience, until the decents I used to love changed. I began to be wary of turns that were so unfamiliar and that were difficult to judge with the fog. On the ridge that we rode on at the top (there was actually a top) was raging cold with a blast of cold air from the ocean I was supposed to be able to see. Rain was sideways. I almost felt I'd be toppled off the road. Spectacular sight being in the clouds. I had to have my glasses pulled down just enough to see through, but if I took them off the rain pelted my eyes hard. So they stayed on.
Something told me to put DZ Warming gel on my legs, arms and lower back. Mind you its only for your legs... lol! I sure was glad I did. Funny me.
All in all I will be ready to do this again. Baldy is the way to go. I promise to enjoy the experience full on next year....
I have unfinished business and demons to conquer.
Patiently waiting to sign up again, 2012....
Cheers...
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Determined fun in Santa Rosa on a bike....
As the eve of my vacation draws near....
I find myself laying in bed, eyes wide open. The wonderful smell of the roast I am cooking for my boys fills the house. They are beef eaters and love sandwiches, so there you go. I decide to make my way to the warmth of the kitchen and its fantastic smells. Yeah its two in the morning. Oh well, a price will be paid later.
Part of me is excited to start this vacation, and rush the day I've been waiting since signing up for the Fondo in mid January. The day I can remember so well with a rousing, "Hells yeah, Im doing the Fondo."
This year is epic with the amount of cyclists doing it this year. Ten thousand is a cool thing indeed.
The anticipation of the difficulty of Kings Ridge Road and that of Coleman Valley Road have me mesmerized and pensive with thoughts of... Did I train enough? Were the hills we trained on sufficient? Of course training on weekends is not nearly enough, but my heart makes up for the rest. You see, to know who I am is to know that it takes a massive reason for me to give up. It just isn't in my make up of who I am.
I will chronicle every detail, in memory and that of what I can take with my camera. Looking forward to riding massive hills and enjoying the decents those climbs bring to a sure smile I will have. Breathless, breathing that follows a resounding, "shit, I made it!, and yeh, Im not embarrassed to give a little dance at the top.
I expect a cheerful laugh with me. That's who I am, believe it or not.
This is expectation at its best. Levi Leipheimer's King Ridge Gran Fondo will surely take my breath away many times, and a smile will be on my lips all day even as I suffer.
I find myself laying in bed, eyes wide open. The wonderful smell of the roast I am cooking for my boys fills the house. They are beef eaters and love sandwiches, so there you go. I decide to make my way to the warmth of the kitchen and its fantastic smells. Yeah its two in the morning. Oh well, a price will be paid later.
Part of me is excited to start this vacation, and rush the day I've been waiting since signing up for the Fondo in mid January. The day I can remember so well with a rousing, "Hells yeah, Im doing the Fondo."
This year is epic with the amount of cyclists doing it this year. Ten thousand is a cool thing indeed.
The anticipation of the difficulty of Kings Ridge Road and that of Coleman Valley Road have me mesmerized and pensive with thoughts of... Did I train enough? Were the hills we trained on sufficient? Of course training on weekends is not nearly enough, but my heart makes up for the rest. You see, to know who I am is to know that it takes a massive reason for me to give up. It just isn't in my make up of who I am.
I will chronicle every detail, in memory and that of what I can take with my camera. Looking forward to riding massive hills and enjoying the decents those climbs bring to a sure smile I will have. Breathless, breathing that follows a resounding, "shit, I made it!, and yeh, Im not embarrassed to give a little dance at the top.
I expect a cheerful laugh with me. That's who I am, believe it or not.
This is expectation at its best. Levi Leipheimer's King Ridge Gran Fondo will surely take my breath away many times, and a smile will be on my lips all day even as I suffer.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Daring yourself ....
Uncertainty is huge... I'd like to say Im a planner... As it Is I am gearing up for a few great rides this weekend. These rides will surely prove whatever tenacity I have or bust my ass doing so. Last weekend, I was sure disappointed in my ability not to finish my whole ride last week, despite the blazing heat of last weekend. I had to finally concede to 102 degree heat that was literally draining all of my energy at every pedal stroke I took. All I could think was, "Im not gonna have enough water to make the nine mile trek up Glendora Mountain Road, geez, and little to no shade to boot." Dang it, will I make it to the next tree... and its not to pee, lol! Besides I couldn't, I know I know, TMI. My pride was taking slap in the face.... as I kept getting waves of the chills with goosebumps on my arms. Scary for sure....
Note to self: drink like a horse days before, not the day of... I actually should have had at least a bottle for each hour out there.
Of course my good friends encouraged me in that I did the right thing. Thanks Ron for encouraging words indeed. So as the weekends eve is now here and an epic ride is near. I am doubting myself as weakness sure plays with the mind. I intend to do what I do and just try my very best.
The ride I will do next will take us 90 miles though beautiful canyons and neighboring cities with nothing but hills. My phone gps will run out of juice before my ride will, but I hope to charge up wherever I can.
We begin in the city of Irvine and make our way towards Santiago Canyon via Jamboree to Santiago Canyon Rd, then we head not on Rancho Santa Margarita, Coto de Caza, Ortega Hwy, San Juan Capistrano and down to San Clemente. It is a ride that takes my breath away at times. On the return, we will head up PCH to Dana Point, and nothing but crazy hills through Laguna Niguel to Laguna Canyon. I know I will be spent as all heck, but loving each spin of my pedal and the sun on my face.
As the Fondo approaches... each week on the bike, the harder I have to try....
The goal is to finish with a smile... as I always do.
Note to self: drink like a horse days before, not the day of... I actually should have had at least a bottle for each hour out there.
Of course my good friends encouraged me in that I did the right thing. Thanks Ron for encouraging words indeed. So as the weekends eve is now here and an epic ride is near. I am doubting myself as weakness sure plays with the mind. I intend to do what I do and just try my very best.
The ride I will do next will take us 90 miles though beautiful canyons and neighboring cities with nothing but hills. My phone gps will run out of juice before my ride will, but I hope to charge up wherever I can.
We begin in the city of Irvine and make our way towards Santiago Canyon via Jamboree to Santiago Canyon Rd, then we head not on Rancho Santa Margarita, Coto de Caza, Ortega Hwy, San Juan Capistrano and down to San Clemente. It is a ride that takes my breath away at times. On the return, we will head up PCH to Dana Point, and nothing but crazy hills through Laguna Niguel to Laguna Canyon. I know I will be spent as all heck, but loving each spin of my pedal and the sun on my face.
As the Fondo approaches... each week on the bike, the harder I have to try....
The goal is to finish with a smile... as I always do.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Ready for a new path....
The weekend...
Finally here at last, although Friday is technically a "weekday", I like to be optimistic and enjoy what I consider a preempt to pure fun on my bike. Don't burst my bubble....and I really don't care. Lol!
Tomorrow I'm due to ride a new route that I'm a bit cautious about. I've heard it may be tough, but reallly, anything I attempt is tough. The ride is to Chantry Flats, and other various local climbs in the area of Pasadena. I'm escorted by my awesome best friend and exceptional rider Ron. I just hope I don't disappoint. Forgive me ahead of time.
I'm the type to know what I'm getting into before trying something new, so this is a challenge. I will treat to lunch if I suck badly enough....
So Molly is ready.... am I, hehe... we will see. Am I a blazing sandbagger???
More to come on my trek with my very best friend, that I'd love to be like one day. Cheers, I will be riding hard, not hardly riding. Yeowza!!
H
Finally here at last, although Friday is technically a "weekday", I like to be optimistic and enjoy what I consider a preempt to pure fun on my bike. Don't burst my bubble....and I really don't care. Lol!
Tomorrow I'm due to ride a new route that I'm a bit cautious about. I've heard it may be tough, but reallly, anything I attempt is tough. The ride is to Chantry Flats, and other various local climbs in the area of Pasadena. I'm escorted by my awesome best friend and exceptional rider Ron. I just hope I don't disappoint. Forgive me ahead of time.
I'm the type to know what I'm getting into before trying something new, so this is a challenge. I will treat to lunch if I suck badly enough....
So Molly is ready.... am I, hehe... we will see. Am I a blazing sandbagger???
More to come on my trek with my very best friend, that I'd love to be like one day. Cheers, I will be riding hard, not hardly riding. Yeowza!!
H
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Thankful.... freakin thankful.
Okay, I woke today... happy.
Shit, all I can say is I'm freaking thankful. Despite what I go through in my everyday life, I can say I've got the best people whom I'm surrounded by everyday.
At work, I have a great core set of friends who back each other up good or bad, and on my spare time I have a group of friends I call my brothers....they all hold a special place in my heart.
This weekend was not exception. We are a tight club. I'm so darn thankful for my tenacity to stick with these guys.
Thanks for all who are in my life, and allowing me to be a part of yours.
Cheers!
Ahhh... shit, thank you!!!!
Thank you my love..
I ride for life.
Shit, all I can say is I'm freaking thankful. Despite what I go through in my everyday life, I can say I've got the best people whom I'm surrounded by everyday.
At work, I have a great core set of friends who back each other up good or bad, and on my spare time I have a group of friends I call my brothers....they all hold a special place in my heart.
This weekend was not exception. We are a tight club. I'm so darn thankful for my tenacity to stick with these guys.
Thanks for all who are in my life, and allowing me to be a part of yours.
Cheers!
Ahhh... shit, thank you!!!!
Thank you my love..
I ride for life.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
The honor is all mine...
As I relax I can only think of this weekend....I had planned going on a 70 mile ride today, but my body said, "Hells no way.... after yesterday? You crazy girl..." lol! I know when to listen.
I was thinking of the Triathlon venue that was on the Navy side where the Hovercrafts are stored. They are indeed beautiful to see up close and to get to run onto one at the end of the race is by far a treat that we earn.
While on out on the bike with loads of time to make up from my dismal swim effort, I powered on as quickly as I could despite the dehydrating effect of swallowing all that sea water which was taking its toll. I was literally the last to come out of the water. Remember, I was in the last wave of the day. You remember don't you lol! This time I told those nice marines as I got out of the water, I'm the last civilian out of the water.. I have to thank God for all the marines.on base and those who are deployed and serving all over the world. It was my honor to be in their house, as gracious hosts they were. On the bike portion I was indeed happy... spinning away. It was only a short Sprint of 18 miles with moderate hills and some headwinds... nothing I wasn't prepared for except making a wrong turn on the course. I was behind this guy cyclist who said I was doing pretty good. Maybe, that's why I followed him? Lol! Jk... anyway we came upon an intersection, and since I thought he was in the race, there you go. I followed him to another part of the base to an exit and a guard shack but no signage. Oh no, where am I? Crap, I thought. After asking the guard about where I was, and confirmed dread of my mistake, ugh. I pedaled as fast as I could. Oh well what can I say? It happens...ahhh..so I did an extra two.miles. eh, so what. I get back onto the tarmac and head to transition or T2 for second transition from bike to run. At that point I had to pee like you can't imagine. Okay so I'm honest..I almost went under the ropes but the thought I might get disqualified so suck it up I said to myself. I ran up the tarmac to the top. There we were Marines handing out water and Gatorade. I had my Gatorade.in hand from my bike, but kindly requested water. Ha! They thought it funny that I didn't want to drink it but rather preferred it poured on my head. The nice Marine smiled and said, " yes, maam." You see, my hair at that moment was dry from my ocean swim and looked like Doc Brown from Back to the Future movie, stiff and filled with salt water. Funny thing was , I forgot my cap for the run. BTW, I now have a sunkissed.looking face with sunglasses. Nice...job Helene.
At that point a young lady Marine asked me if she could join me for the run to complete her PT for the week. I said sure,, of love the company. Then four more of her peers joined in on the run. Wow, was I lucky, or what? I do want to say I do know their names. They are... Luann, Chrissy, Rob, Luke, and Hollywood. Hollywood is named Hollywood because this was where he was trained, while the rest came from other parts of the country. We maintained a good pace as they ran the entire three.miles with.me. we had a blast.
Luann was who joined me first and I think the oldest at 21, and in the Corp for 3 years now. Beautiful girl. Chrissy was very energetic and cute with a very short haircut with brown hair. She actually started us singing some.songs. Bon Jovli's Living On A Prayer means much to me now.
Luke was rather quiet with an awesome smile, and a cool laugh. He would interject a little and would run ahead and tale pics.of the group as.we ran with his phone. Rob blond hair blue eyes maybe 18 yrs old was animated.at times, but more serious, while Hollywood made me laugh the most. It was such great fun,, and three of my teammates Jose, Chris, and Rolo who joined in on the run as well. We were a.running party. Tired as all heck, we inspired each other.
At the end of the run everyone encouraged me to run the last 100 yards full on, as fast as I could. Then Jose lights a fire under my feet by saying, "Helene that lady is coming up fast"... to which I reply, "Aw shit"... and pour it on. Nice trick Jose. My legs thank you now. I'm so lucky to live..
I want to say that I love the Camp Pendleton Triathlon. Even if it kicks my ass good.
It is my honor to share a day with our servicemen and women.
Cheers!!!
I was thinking of the Triathlon venue that was on the Navy side where the Hovercrafts are stored. They are indeed beautiful to see up close and to get to run onto one at the end of the race is by far a treat that we earn.
While on out on the bike with loads of time to make up from my dismal swim effort, I powered on as quickly as I could despite the dehydrating effect of swallowing all that sea water which was taking its toll. I was literally the last to come out of the water. Remember, I was in the last wave of the day. You remember don't you lol! This time I told those nice marines as I got out of the water, I'm the last civilian out of the water.. I have to thank God for all the marines.on base and those who are deployed and serving all over the world. It was my honor to be in their house, as gracious hosts they were. On the bike portion I was indeed happy... spinning away. It was only a short Sprint of 18 miles with moderate hills and some headwinds... nothing I wasn't prepared for except making a wrong turn on the course. I was behind this guy cyclist who said I was doing pretty good. Maybe, that's why I followed him? Lol! Jk... anyway we came upon an intersection, and since I thought he was in the race, there you go. I followed him to another part of the base to an exit and a guard shack but no signage. Oh no, where am I? Crap, I thought. After asking the guard about where I was, and confirmed dread of my mistake, ugh. I pedaled as fast as I could. Oh well what can I say? It happens...ahhh..so I did an extra two.miles. eh, so what. I get back onto the tarmac and head to transition or T2 for second transition from bike to run. At that point I had to pee like you can't imagine. Okay so I'm honest..I almost went under the ropes but the thought I might get disqualified so suck it up I said to myself. I ran up the tarmac to the top. There we were Marines handing out water and Gatorade. I had my Gatorade.in hand from my bike, but kindly requested water. Ha! They thought it funny that I didn't want to drink it but rather preferred it poured on my head. The nice Marine smiled and said, " yes, maam." You see, my hair at that moment was dry from my ocean swim and looked like Doc Brown from Back to the Future movie, stiff and filled with salt water. Funny thing was , I forgot my cap for the run. BTW, I now have a sunkissed.looking face with sunglasses. Nice...job Helene.
At that point a young lady Marine asked me if she could join me for the run to complete her PT for the week. I said sure,, of love the company. Then four more of her peers joined in on the run. Wow, was I lucky, or what? I do want to say I do know their names. They are... Luann, Chrissy, Rob, Luke, and Hollywood. Hollywood is named Hollywood because this was where he was trained, while the rest came from other parts of the country. We maintained a good pace as they ran the entire three.miles with.me. we had a blast.
Luann was who joined me first and I think the oldest at 21, and in the Corp for 3 years now. Beautiful girl. Chrissy was very energetic and cute with a very short haircut with brown hair. She actually started us singing some.songs. Bon Jovli's Living On A Prayer means much to me now.
Luke was rather quiet with an awesome smile, and a cool laugh. He would interject a little and would run ahead and tale pics.of the group as.we ran with his phone. Rob blond hair blue eyes maybe 18 yrs old was animated.at times, but more serious, while Hollywood made me laugh the most. It was such great fun,, and three of my teammates Jose, Chris, and Rolo who joined in on the run as well. We were a.running party. Tired as all heck, we inspired each other.
At the end of the run everyone encouraged me to run the last 100 yards full on, as fast as I could. Then Jose lights a fire under my feet by saying, "Helene that lady is coming up fast"... to which I reply, "Aw shit"... and pour it on. Nice trick Jose. My legs thank you now. I'm so lucky to live..
I want to say that I love the Camp Pendleton Triathlon. Even if it kicks my ass good.
It is my honor to share a day with our servicemen and women.
Cheers!!!
Top Challenge Sprint Triathlon- Camp Pendleton
Yesterdays triathlon was seriously the hardest I've completed thus far for a sprint distance race.
I had a feeling about this one. You know, intuition of sorts. For days leading up to this event I was pensive as I recalled the last time I did it two years ago when the waves were massive. Then Thursday one of the guys posted the temp, water conditions, and what the surf was at that time, and the waves were about four feet. Okay, that got me thinking. Friday morning nerves were dead on serious through out the day. Then after noon time I got a surf advisory saying that the waves were up to ten feet and would be that way through Saturday night. Ughh!! The next morning at 245 I get out of bed for for an early breakfast and my coffee jolt.
After meeting the guys to caravan down to Oceanside, I was hyped up. Check-in went as usual and anticipation grew as we walked our bikes down to the transition area. All I wanted was to quickly get my wetsuit on and check out the water. I wanted to feel the rush of what I was fearing to the core until then. I went in to feel the temp... all good. So far so good, the waves were my friend.
PROPS TO ALL WHO WERE BRAVE ENOUGH TO TRY... IT WAS CRAZY!!
All of those feelings and so called confidence dissipated once we saw the first wave of participants head out into the water. These guys were the elite triathlete men. I will try and paint a picture of the scene... the swim is a quarter mile distance, piece of cake, right? Well, because of massive waves out there to the swim buoys, two of them were placed way past the the big waves. Our job for this part was to swim straight out to the first buoy make a right, then another rig at the second buoy, and then come straight on in.... easy concept, right? Haha, not if mother nature has a say in that plan. The waves were massive and crashing relentlessly, but unknown to us all was that the current was worse. So as the elite swimmers raced out at the sound of the horn, they had an immediate reality check. They began a mad swim against the nasty current that was preventing them from reaching that first buoy. We on shore were stunned at what we were seeing, and then strategizing began.... all this meant was we had to run from the start at least 100 yards up from the start just so as we entered the water current and the bashing waves we'd reach the first buoy perfectly. Pretty good theory if you get past the big waves in time. I happened to see the circus of jetskis and skids pulling folks out of the water. I was scheduled for the last wave of the day and saw some pretty young and strong individuals get pulled out. Great, huh. Not.
So with all of my teammates out into the water, my turn came up. The horn I dreaded went off... I'd don't give up unless I know I will die, and had made a promise to be funny at the end of my swim in honor of passing ....I decided I'd do a little dance then head on in to the transition area. That's what kept me in the game. I gotta dance....I told myself. So though all those waves and as they were the raging all around me and yes the current that kicked my ass. I feel like that's what it must be like to swim in those lap pools that you can swim forever. The lifeguard would tell me...you're almost there. He said that at least four times as I just couldn't get close to the first buoy. Torture. I finally did.then seemed to swim so fast to the next buoy. Land was minutes away. Haha! As I stumbled onto land, a Lifeguard told me congratulations for finishing the swim portion, that 300 others had not. So happily as I reached the point between the balloon exit of the swim, I stood there and did my little spin and dance. I was alive.... now for the bike.
Molly was there waiting for me as I transitioned out of my wetsuit. We set out for the bike. I lost lots of time in the swim amd had massive time to make up... happy at last.
I had a feeling about this one. You know, intuition of sorts. For days leading up to this event I was pensive as I recalled the last time I did it two years ago when the waves were massive. Then Thursday one of the guys posted the temp, water conditions, and what the surf was at that time, and the waves were about four feet. Okay, that got me thinking. Friday morning nerves were dead on serious through out the day. Then after noon time I got a surf advisory saying that the waves were up to ten feet and would be that way through Saturday night. Ughh!! The next morning at 245 I get out of bed for for an early breakfast and my coffee jolt.
After meeting the guys to caravan down to Oceanside, I was hyped up. Check-in went as usual and anticipation grew as we walked our bikes down to the transition area. All I wanted was to quickly get my wetsuit on and check out the water. I wanted to feel the rush of what I was fearing to the core until then. I went in to feel the temp... all good. So far so good, the waves were my friend.
PROPS TO ALL WHO WERE BRAVE ENOUGH TO TRY... IT WAS CRAZY!!
All of those feelings and so called confidence dissipated once we saw the first wave of participants head out into the water. These guys were the elite triathlete men. I will try and paint a picture of the scene... the swim is a quarter mile distance, piece of cake, right? Well, because of massive waves out there to the swim buoys, two of them were placed way past the the big waves. Our job for this part was to swim straight out to the first buoy make a right, then another rig at the second buoy, and then come straight on in.... easy concept, right? Haha, not if mother nature has a say in that plan. The waves were massive and crashing relentlessly, but unknown to us all was that the current was worse. So as the elite swimmers raced out at the sound of the horn, they had an immediate reality check. They began a mad swim against the nasty current that was preventing them from reaching that first buoy. We on shore were stunned at what we were seeing, and then strategizing began.... all this meant was we had to run from the start at least 100 yards up from the start just so as we entered the water current and the bashing waves we'd reach the first buoy perfectly. Pretty good theory if you get past the big waves in time. I happened to see the circus of jetskis and skids pulling folks out of the water. I was scheduled for the last wave of the day and saw some pretty young and strong individuals get pulled out. Great, huh. Not.
So with all of my teammates out into the water, my turn came up. The horn I dreaded went off... I'd don't give up unless I know I will die, and had made a promise to be funny at the end of my swim in honor of passing ....I decided I'd do a little dance then head on in to the transition area. That's what kept me in the game. I gotta dance....I told myself. So though all those waves and as they were the raging all around me and yes the current that kicked my ass. I feel like that's what it must be like to swim in those lap pools that you can swim forever. The lifeguard would tell me...you're almost there. He said that at least four times as I just couldn't get close to the first buoy. Torture. I finally did.then seemed to swim so fast to the next buoy. Land was minutes away. Haha! As I stumbled onto land, a Lifeguard told me congratulations for finishing the swim portion, that 300 others had not. So happily as I reached the point between the balloon exit of the swim, I stood there and did my little spin and dance. I was alive.... now for the bike.
Molly was there waiting for me as I transitioned out of my wetsuit. We set out for the bike. I lost lots of time in the swim amd had massive time to make up... happy at last.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Time fades away...
As I ponder why time seems to slip by....
I am preparing for a few events within the next few months. This Saturday August 6th 2011, my best buddies and I will participate on a fun triathlon. It's become more of a fun Triathlon event than anything really serious. We usually do it for the smacktalk that my buddies seem to spew out weeks prior. Nonetheless it is very entertaining.
I have not trained a lick on the two other aspects of the Triathlon at all, call me brave or stupid. I prefer brave, haha. I did this two years ago and was surprised by the swim portion. The waves were huge that day, so a warning, I may drown. Just kidding, sort of. Lol! We will see...
With all the preparations that have kept me busy every weekend on the bike have been in preparation for the Gram Fondo in October. Thus ly swim and time have suffered. I know o could have run after work, but after working a crazy Assed day at work, that the last thing I want to do...
Time fades away....
So with three days until my day with my friends, I know despite it all, I always do my very best. The swim will be, eh, the bile will rock, and the run will be the best I can do. The best part I will have my brothers and a new girl to have a blast with... lucky me...
Why does time fade away??
I am preparing for a few events within the next few months. This Saturday August 6th 2011, my best buddies and I will participate on a fun triathlon. It's become more of a fun Triathlon event than anything really serious. We usually do it for the smacktalk that my buddies seem to spew out weeks prior. Nonetheless it is very entertaining.
I have not trained a lick on the two other aspects of the Triathlon at all, call me brave or stupid. I prefer brave, haha. I did this two years ago and was surprised by the swim portion. The waves were huge that day, so a warning, I may drown. Just kidding, sort of. Lol! We will see...
With all the preparations that have kept me busy every weekend on the bike have been in preparation for the Gram Fondo in October. Thus ly swim and time have suffered. I know o could have run after work, but after working a crazy Assed day at work, that the last thing I want to do...
Time fades away....
So with three days until my day with my friends, I know despite it all, I always do my very best. The swim will be, eh, the bile will rock, and the run will be the best I can do. The best part I will have my brothers and a new girl to have a blast with... lucky me...
Why does time fade away??
Monday, August 1, 2011
The Climb...
Yesterdays summer rain was very refreshing. I was a little bit relieved as our planned bike ride was to cover the Orange County hillsides and canyons. Hot does not suit me well, so this weather was perfect.....
As we rode in the misty rain and raindrops speckled my glasses.... I thought of where we were headed. I know the course and was anticipating some pretty cool climbs and views....
All I could do was smile as we passed a few folks riding up those hills amd remembered how I used to think that I'd love to one day make this climb look easy. It never is easy, just the fitness you gain does. Yeah, I still breathe a bit hard but not like before. Now the climbs are more enjoyable, yet faster each time.
I had to stop a take a few pics as I always do and as I was getting back onto my bike these two cyclists girls came right past. I always acknowledge anyone who I pass or who pass me up with a good morning or a nod if I can't breathe... haha, whatever the case may ne. These two looked like pretty intense riders and did.not respond. Maybe they couldn't breathe, and talk at the same time, right? So eh, resumed my trek through the canyon. Then here is my favorite part... the climb. It is about a 9.5 grade climb with awesome views on both sides of the road. I have respect for climbs as I have had many instances I felt I could die, not really die, but feel that way by many a hill. My gain was suddenly really close to the those two girls who passed me up. I let them see that I was on their tail for a bit and then I thought, hey I'm feeling good, why let them lead? Let's show them what I've got. It was nice to say hello again without a response from them again, but the best part was that I said to them, "on your left" and powered past them right up that hill... I lead the way up that hill amd never stopped. I never saw those two girls again, I actually thought it might be rude to look back.
I loved the climb as it always gives me challenges and the reward of finality of your effort and that is the descent. The rain picked up as I reached the top and at first I thought, shit I better watch out on the speed and slick roads. It was awesome the whole way down....Fun all the same.
The climb on my bike rocks.... when's the next ride.
Feel the climbs, in life as well... there is always an easy and rewarding part of life.... when is next???
As we rode in the misty rain and raindrops speckled my glasses.... I thought of where we were headed. I know the course and was anticipating some pretty cool climbs and views....
All I could do was smile as we passed a few folks riding up those hills amd remembered how I used to think that I'd love to one day make this climb look easy. It never is easy, just the fitness you gain does. Yeah, I still breathe a bit hard but not like before. Now the climbs are more enjoyable, yet faster each time.
I had to stop a take a few pics as I always do and as I was getting back onto my bike these two cyclists girls came right past. I always acknowledge anyone who I pass or who pass me up with a good morning or a nod if I can't breathe... haha, whatever the case may ne. These two looked like pretty intense riders and did.not respond. Maybe they couldn't breathe, and talk at the same time, right? So eh, resumed my trek through the canyon. Then here is my favorite part... the climb. It is about a 9.5 grade climb with awesome views on both sides of the road. I have respect for climbs as I have had many instances I felt I could die, not really die, but feel that way by many a hill. My gain was suddenly really close to the those two girls who passed me up. I let them see that I was on their tail for a bit and then I thought, hey I'm feeling good, why let them lead? Let's show them what I've got. It was nice to say hello again without a response from them again, but the best part was that I said to them, "on your left" and powered past them right up that hill... I lead the way up that hill amd never stopped. I never saw those two girls again, I actually thought it might be rude to look back.
I loved the climb as it always gives me challenges and the reward of finality of your effort and that is the descent. The rain picked up as I reached the top and at first I thought, shit I better watch out on the speed and slick roads. It was awesome the whole way down....Fun all the same.
The climb on my bike rocks.... when's the next ride.
Feel the climbs, in life as well... there is always an easy and rewarding part of life.... when is next???
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Where we want to be....
For each of us that question differs in many ways. If you are lucky you have found just that path that has led you there...
But, there are those of us who are still on the path looking... for something or someone.
My journey begins each day. Whether I choose to ride my bike or participate in a sporting event that takes me away.... this is mostly the case. This particular blog is very personal to me and I enjoy expressing how I feel, no problem there.
Thinking back to where you want to be... does that mean now or sometime in life. I have many visions of what I see myself doing years from now. For me the freedom to be free and happy is all I want. I do hope to enjoy someone that makes life complete with the same aspirations that I have and a best friend. Compatibilty is key.... I want to smile from my heart. As where I'd like to be? I want to be anywhere that I can make my own choices.
This week Jason did the coolest thing for me. As he drove to Vegas with his friends for the weekend he saw a very cool sunrise. He was prompted to take a pic of that awesome sunrise and sent it to me. That made my day and brought a smile to me all day. I sure am lucky. That was the best gift anyone could have given me. He knows that I love the clouds, the sky, sunsets and sunrises. I knew he thought of me, and that made it more special. It's like those times when your child comes home with a flower he picked from the lawn, because it reminded him of me and because I love flowers. Priceless ....right? Nothing can take that away. Ever. I m a huge sentimentalist who will think others in that manner.
Sometimes you have to accept things in life. I say acceptance is deciding to dare to be who you want to be from within. If we could close your eyes and choose progressive changes to life, to goals, relationships, and the determined drive for happiness.
What drives you? Nothing is permanent. Goals can be achieved. No one person has the say about who you are, and what you should do and when, only you have that luxury. What would you change? I would never judge another person, its not my right to do so. Be a friend... be happy. So be where you want to be in life.....
H
But, there are those of us who are still on the path looking... for something or someone.
My journey begins each day. Whether I choose to ride my bike or participate in a sporting event that takes me away.... this is mostly the case. This particular blog is very personal to me and I enjoy expressing how I feel, no problem there.
Thinking back to where you want to be... does that mean now or sometime in life. I have many visions of what I see myself doing years from now. For me the freedom to be free and happy is all I want. I do hope to enjoy someone that makes life complete with the same aspirations that I have and a best friend. Compatibilty is key.... I want to smile from my heart. As where I'd like to be? I want to be anywhere that I can make my own choices.
This week Jason did the coolest thing for me. As he drove to Vegas with his friends for the weekend he saw a very cool sunrise. He was prompted to take a pic of that awesome sunrise and sent it to me. That made my day and brought a smile to me all day. I sure am lucky. That was the best gift anyone could have given me. He knows that I love the clouds, the sky, sunsets and sunrises. I knew he thought of me, and that made it more special. It's like those times when your child comes home with a flower he picked from the lawn, because it reminded him of me and because I love flowers. Priceless ....right? Nothing can take that away. Ever. I m a huge sentimentalist who will think others in that manner.
Sometimes you have to accept things in life. I say acceptance is deciding to dare to be who you want to be from within. If we could close your eyes and choose progressive changes to life, to goals, relationships, and the determined drive for happiness.
What drives you? Nothing is permanent. Goals can be achieved. No one person has the say about who you are, and what you should do and when, only you have that luxury. What would you change? I would never judge another person, its not my right to do so. Be a friend... be happy. So be where you want to be in life.....
H
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Ask...thats all."I love you, There, I said it!!!"
I find that people have these perceptions about what they like in others, and come to conclusions. Then when you are asked what yours are and share. Either you gain a friend or others become nothing, and should might as well be invisible. I have met many people in my life, whose appearance is not reflective of the person inside. I have found that they are a diamond of kindness and love. No body is perfect that's a given.
If only people were like cats and dogs who trust in who you are unconditionally without expectations. Our pets have this deep trust and love for you and appearances are of no matter. It is so sad when you find people with that shallowness in their hearts.. I have often seen grown adults make children think as such. The most kind hearts I have encountered are the ones whose appearance is not what someone thinks is the norm. The heart is simple and yet complicated by the senses.
Ignorance is hurtful and causes conflict. Too bad this world is marred and blind. The simple things life holds is truth, love, and openness.
I love you... and I will tell you so. No shime in that one bit.... if you can't see the truth in that simple statement and be accepting of it, you are the one missing out.
If life were like we'd like, love would be so simple and wouldnt hold pain.
The best and yet hardest aspect of life is to accept who we are and share the love we all have and be strong for each other. If you could just teach a class about love of the heart. Wow... that would be my kind of place, where you can have music, song, laugh, and soar doing what you hold in your heart always. It would be easy to share all of that with the love of your life at your side.
Communication is... challenging, dare yourself, just ask and let yourself speak. Can you accept it??
Like learning to ride a bike... it's learned, but not forgotten...
If only people were like cats and dogs who trust in who you are unconditionally without expectations. Our pets have this deep trust and love for you and appearances are of no matter. It is so sad when you find people with that shallowness in their hearts.. I have often seen grown adults make children think as such. The most kind hearts I have encountered are the ones whose appearance is not what someone thinks is the norm. The heart is simple and yet complicated by the senses.
Ignorance is hurtful and causes conflict. Too bad this world is marred and blind. The simple things life holds is truth, love, and openness.
I love you... and I will tell you so. No shime in that one bit.... if you can't see the truth in that simple statement and be accepting of it, you are the one missing out.
If life were like we'd like, love would be so simple and wouldnt hold pain.
The best and yet hardest aspect of life is to accept who we are and share the love we all have and be strong for each other. If you could just teach a class about love of the heart. Wow... that would be my kind of place, where you can have music, song, laugh, and soar doing what you hold in your heart always. It would be easy to share all of that with the love of your life at your side.
Communication is... challenging, dare yourself, just ask and let yourself speak. Can you accept it??
Like learning to ride a bike... it's learned, but not forgotten...
Sunday, July 24, 2011
New roads with my bike....
This weekend was a serious challenge. I managed to ride my bike on roads I've never traveled on, and met new friends along the way. The latter is the best. However, my choice of where to ride was not initially my choice, but I did enjoy all of the challenges.
What's ahead?? Not sure... its all about where and with whom I travel the roads with my bike. Cheers to that!
H
What's ahead?? Not sure... its all about where and with whom I travel the roads with my bike. Cheers to that!
H
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Dont count out doing the ride.....
This morning I awoke at the time I set on my alarm, and did what I always do.. put the snooze back on, haha. I dressed In the gear I carefully laid out the night before. The plan was to ride a quick ride to Newport Beach and ride back to head to the swill and swim. However, as I tried to confirm there was not a response. I drove to the beach, as I had said I would earlier in the week. Molly and I waited for 15 mins and seriously thinking about busting out a ride on my own.
However, I was aware of my other buddies who were going to head up Glendora Mountain Road today and quickly changed my plans. I'm riding.... haha!
A couple of quick calls confirming my heading to the mountains, and a full tank of gas was in the plan now. I have been training to ride hills, but not mountains, so I thought. Challenging yes but an awesome ride, no stop lights to stop at, and very little traffic. Who knew??? My new friend Ralph told me that I am ready. Felt good to hear that from a guy who can bust out the loop no problem.
The trek up to the top at six in the cool morning was beautiful albeit relentless. Of course I wasn't prepared for the mountain with proper nutrition and water. You see the ride to the beach is more of a flat speed ride and requires less water, and the ability to stop at will for nourishment and drink is plentiful I had my credit card. Pish.... to the card on the mountain. Haha. No deal can be made there, however I did manage to grab a granola bar as I left from home.. that saved my butt for sure. It was the best tasting granola bar on the planet at the time and a gooey mess to eat. Note to self: Chocolate doesn't travel well. Lol! A delish mess all the same.. The 12 mile trek spinning to the top was so cool. I found myself glancing at the views of the city below in the far off distance, and thinking about what the guys on the Amgen Tour of California must have thought as they rode up. It simply kicks ass to put it simply.
Things happen... plans change. I'm happy for options. I briefly thought while at the marina this morning, hmm, I could just go home make myself coffee and a big breakfast to boot. Then thought, hell no, I'm riding. What next, I can still make it to the mountains..... glad for persevering.
I thank the guys who ultimately, made my day for Molly (my bike) and I a great day and a great ride to be had. Cheers to Ralph, Jose and Christian!!! Thanks, I'm glad we did the loop.
Best ride for me ...I will be back up there very soon loving the ride.
H
However, I was aware of my other buddies who were going to head up Glendora Mountain Road today and quickly changed my plans. I'm riding.... haha!
A couple of quick calls confirming my heading to the mountains, and a full tank of gas was in the plan now. I have been training to ride hills, but not mountains, so I thought. Challenging yes but an awesome ride, no stop lights to stop at, and very little traffic. Who knew??? My new friend Ralph told me that I am ready. Felt good to hear that from a guy who can bust out the loop no problem.
The trek up to the top at six in the cool morning was beautiful albeit relentless. Of course I wasn't prepared for the mountain with proper nutrition and water. You see the ride to the beach is more of a flat speed ride and requires less water, and the ability to stop at will for nourishment and drink is plentiful I had my credit card. Pish.... to the card on the mountain. Haha. No deal can be made there, however I did manage to grab a granola bar as I left from home.. that saved my butt for sure. It was the best tasting granola bar on the planet at the time and a gooey mess to eat. Note to self: Chocolate doesn't travel well. Lol! A delish mess all the same.. The 12 mile trek spinning to the top was so cool. I found myself glancing at the views of the city below in the far off distance, and thinking about what the guys on the Amgen Tour of California must have thought as they rode up. It simply kicks ass to put it simply.
Things happen... plans change. I'm happy for options. I briefly thought while at the marina this morning, hmm, I could just go home make myself coffee and a big breakfast to boot. Then thought, hell no, I'm riding. What next, I can still make it to the mountains..... glad for persevering.
I thank the guys who ultimately, made my day for Molly (my bike) and I a great day and a great ride to be had. Cheers to Ralph, Jose and Christian!!! Thanks, I'm glad we did the loop.
Best ride for me ...I will be back up there very soon loving the ride.
H
Thursday, July 21, 2011
New places, new people.... the ride is good...
I happen to be early for work on this cloudy morning. There is a slight breeze in the air, thoughts always take me to mycomfort place... that is thoughts of riding or lack of a batter way of putting it, flying as I ride. I don't refer to the actual feeling of riding fast but the feeling of actually flying. There are portions on my treks to the beach that are near cliffs overlooking the water below. Sometimes I want to fly like the gulls that are flying off to the right side of me. Imagining is something of a gift I always see it that way and smile at that....
I thankfully enjoy people and the friendships they individually bring to me. No, I am not shy and will say what I think and I expect the same in return. You know how it is, you have folks in your life that are acquaintances and those special people you consider your friends. Some are as close as family, and in some instances closer than that. I prefer the latter.
Places you go, people you meet most often are part of your life for a reason... alas, if we only knew why. I take what I'm given and if someone chooses not to know me or my world, can't help that... I however am an open book without shame, blame, or regrets. All you need in my book is talk about whatever you want.... I befriend true hearts.
As I broaden my views about the places yet to come and the best friends yet to meet in the last half of my life. I can only be grateful to wake and enjoy each day different in every aspect.
Back to the start of this very nice day. The sun is doing its thing elsewhere at the moment, but I am thankful to know I'm up for anything today offers ....
Like when I ride my bike. Each trek out the door on the same path, there is always something new.... look for it.
Cheers always!
I thankfully enjoy people and the friendships they individually bring to me. No, I am not shy and will say what I think and I expect the same in return. You know how it is, you have folks in your life that are acquaintances and those special people you consider your friends. Some are as close as family, and in some instances closer than that. I prefer the latter.
Places you go, people you meet most often are part of your life for a reason... alas, if we only knew why. I take what I'm given and if someone chooses not to know me or my world, can't help that... I however am an open book without shame, blame, or regrets. All you need in my book is talk about whatever you want.... I befriend true hearts.
As I broaden my views about the places yet to come and the best friends yet to meet in the last half of my life. I can only be grateful to wake and enjoy each day different in every aspect.
Back to the start of this very nice day. The sun is doing its thing elsewhere at the moment, but I am thankful to know I'm up for anything today offers ....
Like when I ride my bike. Each trek out the door on the same path, there is always something new.... look for it.
Cheers always!
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Evaluating goals can cause a bit of thought...
These past few weeks have me evaluating my goals, which include training for a Gran Fondo, a 70.3 next march and an Ironman. Thoughts and concern about the time on hand necessary for training, which at best is limited. I know that there are those of us who do not have the luxury of training as we would like.
The aspect of work.... being slammed every day it seems. Work is what it is WORK, WORK, WORK, as we are being hammered at work o get so spent, and thus effects my desire to get out after work and train. So I am relegated to the weekend warrior mentality of training, and is often the course taken.
I have however, been reevaluating with loads of self talk.... demons if you will. Can I manage? Or is it a waste of time and money? There you go.... I have to kick those thoughts right in the ass EVERYDAY LATELY. Haha.. manage I will!!
Then along comes along a fun Triathlon and one that brings back that love for triathlons again. Our 5:30 Club Team does this fun tri every year... loads of smack talk and friendly rivalry from the guys I consider my brothers is something I cannot do without. This year we have several new members who will be inspired just as I was. Twelve of us at the Camp Pendleton Triathlon.... I am so stoked!!
I guess being reasonable with my aspirations, keeping perspective, and know that these feeling are a norm. I sit and relax while listening to music I love remembering the feelings I love as I push myself to new challenges. Failure is not losing and is something that should be struck from thought. The actual win is really about trying your best, if you can't see that then I'm sorry for you.....
As I watched the sun end my day with sillouettes of what was... I know the sun will not disappoint and be there for me tomorrow. So I will do my best to meet the new day full on, doing and being the best I can...
Evaluating what I can do....oh yeh, being accepting of the time at hand. I just have to be happy with just that!! Cheers to life full on...
The aspect of work.... being slammed every day it seems. Work is what it is WORK, WORK, WORK, as we are being hammered at work o get so spent, and thus effects my desire to get out after work and train. So I am relegated to the weekend warrior mentality of training, and is often the course taken.
I have however, been reevaluating with loads of self talk.... demons if you will. Can I manage? Or is it a waste of time and money? There you go.... I have to kick those thoughts right in the ass EVERYDAY LATELY. Haha.. manage I will!!
Then along comes along a fun Triathlon and one that brings back that love for triathlons again. Our 5:30 Club Team does this fun tri every year... loads of smack talk and friendly rivalry from the guys I consider my brothers is something I cannot do without. This year we have several new members who will be inspired just as I was. Twelve of us at the Camp Pendleton Triathlon.... I am so stoked!!
I guess being reasonable with my aspirations, keeping perspective, and know that these feeling are a norm. I sit and relax while listening to music I love remembering the feelings I love as I push myself to new challenges. Failure is not losing and is something that should be struck from thought. The actual win is really about trying your best, if you can't see that then I'm sorry for you.....
As I watched the sun end my day with sillouettes of what was... I know the sun will not disappoint and be there for me tomorrow. So I will do my best to meet the new day full on, doing and being the best I can...
Evaluating what I can do....oh yeh, being accepting of the time at hand. I just have to be happy with just that!! Cheers to life full on...
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Working on the plan of living life...everyday.
Choices....
Would we make them if we knew the outcome? That's what so incredible about who we are. The choices we make form all that we are. I lay on my bed listening to my music and think of my day. It was a tough one, but I made a choice to work a full work week. Funny how money can be an inspiring aspect when I'd like to buy an entrance fee to a Triathlon. I just do what we all do and that is work hard.
I look forward to my ride tomorrow, longing for nothing but challenges that surpass those I encounter in my everyday life. For me the aspect of choosing to challenge myself doing what I love to do. If I got so tired I'd smile and say, it was my choice to suffer. Call it crazy yeh, I suppose you can do that. Bottom line I really don't care.
Like my my favorite Limp Bizkit songs, The One , there is a fav verse I love to sing....
I believe that you and me we could be so happy and free inside a world of misery...
What do you think? We could give it a try...if we never try you will never know.
I am so happy to have the ability to see things in a possible manner. I have gone through many trials in life and love. I know what I love and one thong is certain for me and an unchanging constant.... it is the feeling of being on my bike. The sensations you get with the roads you choose make you feel like there is some sort of control and freedom to be me. As a cyclist/triathlete I find that my loyalty is towards riding. I have had differences with my friends as to what type of riding is more superior. I just say that any aspect of being on a bike is rewarding. There areno comparisons.... and will defend my stance on that subject.
I think my brothers first bike, a yellow Schwinn with a banana seat was the best.... I rode it more than he did.... in fact I had asked for a bike first. Remembering my learning to ride my bike, my first good crash into a car at age 7... it was parked. A nice old man carried le home. Come to think, maybe he wasn't old really (you know how everyone is old when you are a kid). Lol! Ah... oh yeah, riding downhill in an alleyway over a makeshift ramp my brothers and I would put together. Cool memories... choices that help form what I am... daring I say? Maybe... life is once.
Would we make them if we knew the outcome? That's what so incredible about who we are. The choices we make form all that we are. I lay on my bed listening to my music and think of my day. It was a tough one, but I made a choice to work a full work week. Funny how money can be an inspiring aspect when I'd like to buy an entrance fee to a Triathlon. I just do what we all do and that is work hard.
I look forward to my ride tomorrow, longing for nothing but challenges that surpass those I encounter in my everyday life. For me the aspect of choosing to challenge myself doing what I love to do. If I got so tired I'd smile and say, it was my choice to suffer. Call it crazy yeh, I suppose you can do that. Bottom line I really don't care.
Like my my favorite Limp Bizkit songs, The One , there is a fav verse I love to sing....
I believe that you and me we could be so happy and free inside a world of misery...
What do you think? We could give it a try...if we never try you will never know.
I am so happy to have the ability to see things in a possible manner. I have gone through many trials in life and love. I know what I love and one thong is certain for me and an unchanging constant.... it is the feeling of being on my bike. The sensations you get with the roads you choose make you feel like there is some sort of control and freedom to be me. As a cyclist/triathlete I find that my loyalty is towards riding. I have had differences with my friends as to what type of riding is more superior. I just say that any aspect of being on a bike is rewarding. There areno comparisons.... and will defend my stance on that subject.
I think my brothers first bike, a yellow Schwinn with a banana seat was the best.... I rode it more than he did.... in fact I had asked for a bike first. Remembering my learning to ride my bike, my first good crash into a car at age 7... it was parked. A nice old man carried le home. Come to think, maybe he wasn't old really (you know how everyone is old when you are a kid). Lol! Ah... oh yeah, riding downhill in an alleyway over a makeshift ramp my brothers and I would put together. Cool memories... choices that help form what I am... daring I say? Maybe... life is once.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
So hard to say goodbye.... do you dare?
Thinking again.....
Thoughts rush as I lay here on my bed. I lay and reflect on the most random things. Just a little ancient history... haha, mine. I am the eldest of nine children. Crazy... okay, I'm done with that.
I am very outgoing, independent, loyal, strive for being the best and a sincere friend. There are countless times you meet people and for some reason just pass through your life like it was a blink of am eye. Then you meet a friend that means more than am acquaintance, and you just know you won't see them again. Then sometimes you get to a point to when you get tired of change, although you say you are strong ....the bridge is crumbling.
I love being part of peoples lives and at times the joy you share being friends. Funny thing, today I was with a customer who was writing a check and accidentally messed it up. This man was oh, about 68 or so. I thought it amusing that he shouted, "Aw shit!".... I responded with a what's wrong? I saw his mistake and calmly told him that it was an easy fix, and not to worry. He said, "sorry I was a banker and I hate making mistakes like this. I smiled and said its all good youre okay. By the end of the transaction I had him chatting about his vacation plans and about how he and I are lefties. I loved doing that... that encounter was good and will look forward to his next visit.
Life brings about so many variables to which we can't predict, only accept. I think that for whatever reason people leave a part of their shadows are left as memories of who they are or were. I guess I am a bleeding sentimentalist. If only, saying goodbye to wouldn't hurt so much....
This blog has nothing to do about riding a bike, but it is about riding the wave of life, meeting folks , making an impact, remembering and sharing that feeling in the same manner you would like to be treated, respectfully loved. Cheers!
Thoughts rush as I lay here on my bed. I lay and reflect on the most random things. Just a little ancient history... haha, mine. I am the eldest of nine children. Crazy... okay, I'm done with that.
I am very outgoing, independent, loyal, strive for being the best and a sincere friend. There are countless times you meet people and for some reason just pass through your life like it was a blink of am eye. Then you meet a friend that means more than am acquaintance, and you just know you won't see them again. Then sometimes you get to a point to when you get tired of change, although you say you are strong ....the bridge is crumbling.
I love being part of peoples lives and at times the joy you share being friends. Funny thing, today I was with a customer who was writing a check and accidentally messed it up. This man was oh, about 68 or so. I thought it amusing that he shouted, "Aw shit!".... I responded with a what's wrong? I saw his mistake and calmly told him that it was an easy fix, and not to worry. He said, "sorry I was a banker and I hate making mistakes like this. I smiled and said its all good youre okay. By the end of the transaction I had him chatting about his vacation plans and about how he and I are lefties. I loved doing that... that encounter was good and will look forward to his next visit.
Life brings about so many variables to which we can't predict, only accept. I think that for whatever reason people leave a part of their shadows are left as memories of who they are or were. I guess I am a bleeding sentimentalist. If only, saying goodbye to wouldn't hurt so much....
This blog has nothing to do about riding a bike, but it is about riding the wave of life, meeting folks , making an impact, remembering and sharing that feeling in the same manner you would like to be treated, respectfully loved. Cheers!
Spare training time is non existant...
The end of the month soon approaches quickly. With that in mind I am struggling for a constant consistent training base for the Ironman that I intend on doing next year. The date is not set as of yet, but will be released as soon as the Ironman in Coeur d'Alene is done with at the end of the month.
Spare time is a luxury these days with having to work every other weekend and six day work weeks. For a triathlete that is something of a concern. If I had my way, I'd work less for sure...just dreaming. But that'd be everyone's dream right? However, the confirmation and payment of the 600 dollars it takes to do an Ironman can bring concern for a healthy and injury free journey.
I am looking forward to that challenge as that is my character. I always do my best in every effort... I have the utmost respect for those athletes who do extreme endurance sports. Like the cyclists who participate in grueling endurance distance races, and the ultra runners who can run day and night through harsh terrain. Or how about the long distance swimmers like several hard working Dads I know who will swim raging water swells in the ocean and would easily consider a long distance swim from Catalina to Long Beach in a heartbeat. I am so proud to know athletes that do these very cool sports. Individually, the training involved to become good is pure dedication. Kudos to all for their efforts..
In my life... spare time is but a luxury. My trek to the hardest thing I will ever do in my life is but one year and seventeen days away.... aahh.
I'm just a normal person with a goal for the extreme trying to make non existent training time a positive reality....cheers to the effort of all our best...
Spare time is a luxury these days with having to work every other weekend and six day work weeks. For a triathlete that is something of a concern. If I had my way, I'd work less for sure...just dreaming. But that'd be everyone's dream right? However, the confirmation and payment of the 600 dollars it takes to do an Ironman can bring concern for a healthy and injury free journey.
I am looking forward to that challenge as that is my character. I always do my best in every effort... I have the utmost respect for those athletes who do extreme endurance sports. Like the cyclists who participate in grueling endurance distance races, and the ultra runners who can run day and night through harsh terrain. Or how about the long distance swimmers like several hard working Dads I know who will swim raging water swells in the ocean and would easily consider a long distance swim from Catalina to Long Beach in a heartbeat. I am so proud to know athletes that do these very cool sports. Individually, the training involved to become good is pure dedication. Kudos to all for their efforts..
In my life... spare time is but a luxury. My trek to the hardest thing I will ever do in my life is but one year and seventeen days away.... aahh.
I'm just a normal person with a goal for the extreme trying to make non existent training time a positive reality....cheers to the effort of all our best...
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Riding without limits...: Realizing actual improvement takes its sweet time
Riding without limits...: Realizing actual improvement takes its sweet time: "Of course, its seven minutes until midnight here in Los Angeles, and I want to write... lol! Okay, Mr Heron, I'm doing it. He asked me to wr..."
Realizing actual improvement takes its sweet time
Of course, its seven minutes until midnight here in Los Angeles, and I want to write... lol! Okay, Mr Heron, I'm doing it. He asked me to write.... he's my college English Professor. Much respect....
This is what prompted me to put these thoughts into this wonderful tool of a blog that I'm working at understandinglike everything we ever do in life. Progress is not seen in the stages of initial learning. I may look back at my whole life at one point and wonder what the heck was I thinking? But that's life....
I was remembering back on the days I first started riding my bike with a group of guys I met at a bay in Naples California for Saturday morning swims. I was the only girl who befriended these wonderful guys I call brothers.. I am generally the only girl who enjoys their company, partly because I guess I grew up with four brothers and always have been somewhat of a tomboy myself , hanging with them is like comfort food.... I get it.
We began early morning rides and I mean early. Like one of the guys in our club aptly calls it, "the god awful" time of an early ride at 5:30am. I have to laugh at that .
In the beginning we would ride on Pacific Coast Highway in the darkest of the morning. Lights that would pierce the road ahead always mesmerized me. I found that thrilling and somehow amazing. If you've never seen the sun rise in the morning with its spectacular show of colors on the horizon, and listening to the crashing waves that would always seem to beacon you glance to view the waves dancing. I never complain and act like a girl who gets pissed or not treated like a girl, but rather relished the fact the I hung with my peers (the boys). For months I lingered at the end of our riding pack and suffered on the climbs with a smile on ly face without a complaint. All good I am a driven sort of gal and hate concession.. my dreams always include keeping up, amd working my ass off...respect is earned.
This is what prompted me to write...
I had a fantastic ride this weekend. It was a ride to break up the routine paths we have been so complacent with... as we rode we were being presented. I had this great sensation as we rode up rollers that at one time would have me thinking twice to ascend. I found that I can climb easier than I ever deamed of..... I found my breathing was easier, I had a fantastic rhythm and a smile on my face. I improved significantly... Respect dedication, and ultimate improvement.
This is what prompted me to put these thoughts into this wonderful tool of a blog that I'm working at understandinglike everything we ever do in life. Progress is not seen in the stages of initial learning. I may look back at my whole life at one point and wonder what the heck was I thinking? But that's life....
I was remembering back on the days I first started riding my bike with a group of guys I met at a bay in Naples California for Saturday morning swims. I was the only girl who befriended these wonderful guys I call brothers.. I am generally the only girl who enjoys their company, partly because I guess I grew up with four brothers and always have been somewhat of a tomboy myself , hanging with them is like comfort food.... I get it.
We began early morning rides and I mean early. Like one of the guys in our club aptly calls it, "the god awful" time of an early ride at 5:30am. I have to laugh at that .
In the beginning we would ride on Pacific Coast Highway in the darkest of the morning. Lights that would pierce the road ahead always mesmerized me. I found that thrilling and somehow amazing. If you've never seen the sun rise in the morning with its spectacular show of colors on the horizon, and listening to the crashing waves that would always seem to beacon you glance to view the waves dancing. I never complain and act like a girl who gets pissed or not treated like a girl, but rather relished the fact the I hung with my peers (the boys). For months I lingered at the end of our riding pack and suffered on the climbs with a smile on ly face without a complaint. All good I am a driven sort of gal and hate concession.. my dreams always include keeping up, amd working my ass off...respect is earned.
This is what prompted me to write...
I had a fantastic ride this weekend. It was a ride to break up the routine paths we have been so complacent with... as we rode we were being presented. I had this great sensation as we rode up rollers that at one time would have me thinking twice to ascend. I found that I can climb easier than I ever deamed of..... I found my breathing was easier, I had a fantastic rhythm and a smile on my face. I improved significantly... Respect dedication, and ultimate improvement.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
You go through life not knowing then.... Bam, you know.
I have to say that I've come to the realization that life is really short. I am a person who has gone through most of my life giving all of myself to be the good upstanding person.
Then one day I realized that my life means something. I have decided that I love to ride my bike and I am happy that I can. I am just a regular person, not a writer, but someone who is very expressive and I am never afraid to say so.
I have goals just like many of us and I love to share where I go and where I'd like to be.
My bike Molly and I have a long journey for the rest of my life that includes a bucket of things to accomplish...which includes a full Ironman in Coeur d' Alene 2012. I've always had a bike most of my life. Heck, I wanted a bike more than my brothers did as a child. Until 2004, I didn't have direction or have a path set forth, just living the complacent life. Until I went back to college. I realized that I had a value of worth within me, and I decided to do a Sprint Triathlon with the encouragement of my friend and professor at the college who was the coach of a Triathlon Basics Class. This was a journey I set for myself. I did it alone, and yes I cried at the end as I finished that first tri ever. It was the goal and the accomplishment that drove me. A new love was born within me from that point.
Training in the three sports is something difficult if you have a young family. I managed as best I could.
Swimming is enjoyable, biking was easy and I love every aspect the ride entails. The run for me is torture at the moment... Haha, but not for too long. I am a very social person who loves meeting people with similar interests and likend goals.
Please feel free to share who you are as a person. We all want the same and that is to be happy.Life shouldn't have limitations, and thats why I love to ride with that aspect in mind... riding free spirited.
Then one day I realized that my life means something. I have decided that I love to ride my bike and I am happy that I can. I am just a regular person, not a writer, but someone who is very expressive and I am never afraid to say so.
I have goals just like many of us and I love to share where I go and where I'd like to be.
My bike Molly and I have a long journey for the rest of my life that includes a bucket of things to accomplish...which includes a full Ironman in Coeur d' Alene 2012. I've always had a bike most of my life. Heck, I wanted a bike more than my brothers did as a child. Until 2004, I didn't have direction or have a path set forth, just living the complacent life. Until I went back to college. I realized that I had a value of worth within me, and I decided to do a Sprint Triathlon with the encouragement of my friend and professor at the college who was the coach of a Triathlon Basics Class. This was a journey I set for myself. I did it alone, and yes I cried at the end as I finished that first tri ever. It was the goal and the accomplishment that drove me. A new love was born within me from that point.
Training in the three sports is something difficult if you have a young family. I managed as best I could.
Swimming is enjoyable, biking was easy and I love every aspect the ride entails. The run for me is torture at the moment... Haha, but not for too long. I am a very social person who loves meeting people with similar interests and likend goals.
Please feel free to share who you are as a person. We all want the same and that is to be happy.Life shouldn't have limitations, and thats why I love to ride with that aspect in mind... riding free spirited.
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