tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63328509049866794022024-03-05T03:21:17.799-08:00Training w/ a Track Coach and His Adorable Wifetrack coach and adorable wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15687538676703896501noreply@blogger.comBlogger175125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332850904986679402.post-81535647916100458262012-10-21T19:53:00.001-07:002012-10-21T19:53:22.594-07:00Aqua Gear<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">
Anyone who has been reading this blog for more than one post, knows I am prone to injury. It sucks. I haven't solved the problem yet, but I am finding more ways to keep going when I am forbidden, by Jesse, from running. One of my favorite alternative ways to burn, is to get wet. Putting my head in the water still freaks me out, so my swimming lacks a little something, but I do love water running. Yes, it can get boring (although, not as much if you watch the water aerobics class and gawk at the "real" swimmers) and it's cold in the morning, but I just can't beat the benefits. My hip doesn't hurt and it really stretches out the plantar fasciitis in my right foot. Awesome!</div>
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So, between Jesse's "real" swimming and my water running, we hit the pool 4-5 days a week and it seemed like a perfect fit when <a href="http://www.aquagear.com/">Aqua Gear</a> asked us to do review of a few of their products. To be honest, I had never heard of <a href="http://www.aquagear.com/">Aqua Gear</a> before. Usually, I settled on getting our water needs from Amazon or Big 5, settling on their low selection because I didn't know where else to go. Enter <a href="http://www.aquagear.com/">Aqua Gear.</a><br />
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Really, all you need to know about them is that AquaGear Swim Shop is a family owned and operated boutique with a focus on fast, responsive, and helpful customer service, which I experienced first hand. They were great to work with, and helpful in choosing the products we should review. Founded in 1992 by Joanne Bullock, an Aquatic Personal Trainer, Life Guard, and Swimming Instructor, this swim store has gained a substantial following in the aquatic community for it's unique selection, and commitment to the highest level of customer service. Didn't know it before, but I do now! <br />
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The hard task came when we needed to choose our products, and that is only because they had such a huge selection of lots of different products. Things I never would have thought of trying before, I now had access to. My browsing led to water weights. Brilliant! Just what I needed to step up my water workouts. I was sold. Because my legs aren't the strongest, I went with the <a href="http://www.aquagear.com/water-gear-ankle-weights/">Water Gear Aquatic Ankle Weight</a> in the 3lb per pair option. Like a dork, when they arrived I tried them on and strutted around the house. I looked pretty hot. They were easy to snap on and adjust, which I knew would be handy for putting them on in the pool (and it was). I liked the way they felt and nothing rubbed or hurt walking around so it was time to dive into the pool. It was easy to put them on in the pool and I started off, sticking to the shallow end since that is our pool's rule, and I instantly noticed the impact they were going to have on my workout. The extra resistance was perfect. I proceeded to run, high knee, butt kick, and jump my way up and down the lane. My little leggies were already more tired than they had ever been after a pool workout. Love! Now, I take them every time. They are the perfect way to step up boring water running, and they also have lots of other water exercise options. Sweating in the water is just so much fun! <br />
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Now, I will throw it to Track Coach, whom by the way just the Head Coaching job in Onalaska so send him a congrats! Hi there, long time no write... So thanks to the wonderful folks at AquaGear, I got a brand new pair of goggles. I got a pair of <a href="http://www.aquagear.com/speedo-air-seal-tri/">Speedo Air Seal Tri Goggles</a> currently listed for $19.99. They were probably the most comfortable goggles I have ever worn! They seal very easily and stay sealed and are good for long sessions in the pool or lake. I also really liked the wider peripheral vision the goggles allowed. I could definitely see that being a bonus during a race. One note, the nose piece is not adjustable and I found it to be fairly wide so I would caution you about these goggle if you happen to have a narrow face as a couple of my swim buddies have (they tried them and had a hard time getting the goggles to seal). However, since I would consider my face to be medium, and they worked like a charm. I would say these goggles would work perfectly for anybody that has a medium to wide set eyes and would like to have a pair of goggles they don't have to worry about during a long swim session or a triathlete looking for a good solid set of goggles.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Right now is the perfect time to get to know AquaGear better, they are having a 40% off inventory sale! Yippee! Check them out </span><a href="http://www.aquagear.com/"><span style="font-size: large;">here</span></a><span style="font-size: large;"> and/or like them on FB </span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/AquaGear?fref=ts"><span style="font-size: large;">here</span></a><span style="font-size: large;"> and tell them Track Coach and Adorable Wife sent ya! I also want to mention a few other really great things about them. First, they have an A+ rating from the BBB. That's huge to me. I want to know I can trust a company before I use them, and the BBB is like a million good reviews! Second, third, and fourth, they do same day shipping (plus free shipping on orders over $75), they do a price match up to 30 days after purchase, and (this is fantastic) easy returns up to 60 days post purchase, no questions asked. So big for online shopping! Seriously, check them out!</span></div>
track coach and adorable wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15687538676703896501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332850904986679402.post-68836939821342089822012-10-09T17:06:00.000-07:002012-10-10T09:21:59.927-07:00How You Doin?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
So, yes, I have been missing for quite a while and the reason is I was preparing for my big Fall Craft Show. I try not to do too many of these shows because they kind of take over my life and the hubs doesn't enjoy that so much. It is a lot, but I enjoy creating new things, so it is fun for once in a while! I was quite proud because I still managed to get 3 workouts in last week, which I usually fail to do the week of a show! Anyways, so here is what I have been up to, what about you?</div>
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P.S. Colleen was so cute and nice and asked if I had a website for my items, and I do have a shop on etsy <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/iwantthatcrafts">http://www.etsy.com/shop/iwantthatcrafts</a> and a fb page <a href="http://www.facebook.com/iwantthatcrafts">www.facebook.com/iwantthatcrafts</a> ! Thanks for liking my hobby!</div>
track coach and adorable wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15687538676703896501noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332850904986679402.post-15606908387639644902012-08-30T12:29:00.001-07:002012-08-30T12:29:40.671-07:00Life overload!These past few weeks have been so full of awesomeness that I can barely wrap my adorable head around it! There was Chelan Man, a few days at the lake, the EPIC S2S relay, a charity garage sale for Autism Speaks, and some big birthdays (including coach turning 27!) so much to write about, do little time. The boys will be starting school next week, which I hope translates into more blogging time!<br />
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For now, I just want to say thanks to everyone who made this past month or so possible; teammates, sponsors, and especially the grandparents who watched our youngens when taking them along wasn't possible! I really loved it all and have many more weekends of excitement ahead, including a Mariners game Saturday benefiting Autism. Should be "interesting" with all the kids, we may need more luck than the Mariners, nah!<br />
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track coach and adorable wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15687538676703896501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332850904986679402.post-60539031376312695462012-08-09T15:59:00.004-07:002012-08-09T15:59:39.450-07:00Three things Thursday1. Today is going to be a twofer day. I actually got up and ran this morning (what?) and still have VERY good intentions of running again tonight. My hope is to acclimate my body to running more than once a day for the relay. Kind of short notice to my body as the relay is next weekend, but some is better than none right?<br />
<br />2. I am trying to get as prepared as possible for the non-running parts of the relay, and my stomach is almost in constant knots thinking of what else I could do or bring. Maybe my hope is that if I bake enough different kinds of "healthy" cookies it will make up for the fact that I may very well have to walk some in my legs :( Sad, right? Jesse always compares me to Monica from "Friends" where I like to bake for other's affection. Worked so far.<br />
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3. This weekend I will be too busy to do much relay prep as it is Logger's Jubilee. It's Jesse's hometown hick festival complete with lawn mower races, log rolling, and a 10k. I was hoping to join Jesse in the 10k this year as a tune up for the relay, but injuries always prevail! Instead I will be downgrading to the ever casual 2 mile fun run. Let's just hope I survive it, and, of course, the street dance that night! We will also be taking in the local theater's production of Wizard of Oz. It promises to be a great night!<br />
<br />track coach and adorable wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15687538676703896501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332850904986679402.post-14541046085592444732012-08-08T16:20:00.000-07:002012-08-08T16:20:01.118-07:00Running for Our Lives!Last weekend I died. So did Jesse. But, this time, death was fun. Getting eaten by zombies is always a good time. I guess that technically means we are both zombies now. Better watch yourself!<br />I managed not to get nervous for this event until the morning of. It was never a "race" for me, but an experience. Costumes were a must, although my ideas were lacking, so we ended up being a seventies type couple who got attacked at a dance. Which translates to a trip to goodwill where funky clothes were bought and then ripped up. Still, I dug our look, especially Jesse's jacket! <br />
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<br />When you get there, you can hear the screams echoing through the forest and the zombie sounds that proceeded them. We watched the other waves a bit, and had a good giggle, and then got ourselves checked in. After we got all tagged up...<br />
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<br />We headed to the start. They had 3 separate chutes, appetizer, entree, and dessert. Based on my slow mile time, we ended up in the dessert chute, but next time I would move into the entree because there was way too much walking in the beginning. The course weaved it's way through a bmx course and in spots was very narrow, hence the getting stuck behind people and walking. My expectations were nil. I didn't know if zombies would follow us the whole time or jump out at us or what the obstacles would be like. Our biggest goal was to come out alive vs getting through it fast. My inside my head goal was to not have to have Jesse help me through any obstacles!<br />
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The obstacles were never a huge challenge, I even made it over the walls by myself, it was definitely the zombie crowds that posed the threat to my success. By mile one, we still had all our flags ( we started with 3 and the zombies could take one at a time) and were thus feeling pretty good about our survival chances. But that didn't last long. A ways up the trail we got hit by a few in a narrow spot and we both lost a flag. <br />
<br />Since the zombies were attacking us mob style, we decided to do the same to them. A bunch of us would gather up and then run through them together to increase our chances of survival. At one point we caught up to a group who gave out a loud "quack, quack, quack, quack" a la mighty ducks style before they headed into the fray. It was pretty hilarious! I don't know how effective this tactic ended up being as only one person in this large group survived. Maybe had we actually done flying v to protect those with flags, it would have worked better. <br />
<br />By mile 2 I only had one flag left, and it was soon stolen by a speedy blonde zombie seeking revenge for a group that got past her untouched. We did start to notice that the "better" zombies were near the end of the course. They really like to hit ya when you are down, and tired, and muddy. I really thought Jesse might make it, I think he did too, but after successfully making it to the second or third last mob, someone got it, and his junk. He was probably more bummed then he let on, I know he is competitive, but we were almost done, so there wasn't time to pout. We held hands down the slide into the muddy water and crawled under the electric fence (the only spot where my dress gave me trouble) and headed toward the finish line for the dead. <br />
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I felt gross and happily let them spray me with the big hose, but it barely made a dent. We tried to clean up and at least put fresh clothes on. Next time I will make sure to bring baby wipes or something, what was I thinking? Jesse wanted to seek his revenge on the zombies, and tried his hand at the Subaru zombie challenge...<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I really had a lot of fun at this event. Next year, I definitely want to be a zombie!</span> <span style="font-size: small;">We saw lots of great zombies, some of our faves were...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">ok, that's all I can remember! But there were other good ones. I hope they have it in Ony again. Getting a group together would be a ton of fun. Did you race this weekend? How did it go? Have you ever done an obstacle race? What did you think?</span></div>
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<br />• Tomorrow is my first ever obstacle race, the Run For Yours zombie 5k obstacle course in my hometown of Onalaska, WA. What? Never heard of it? I'm shocked! I've been so focused on the relay, I haven't really had time to get too nervous, or excited about this race. But Jesse and I will have some sweet outfits. Here is a bit of a sneak peak...<br />
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<br />• After the disappointment of Tuesdays run, I was anxious to push myself the next night. We had some unexpected guests and I got on the mill later than I wanted, but i was able to get my fastest 2 miles ever, 24:09, which included my two min walk warm up. Satisfied? Yes!<br />
<br />• Two weeks removed from the relay and the nerves are really kickin in. I have had repeated nightmares about not packing properly or leaving late. It's all for fun, but I still want to make sure I show up!<br />
<br />• The Olympics are actually getting me down. We just don't have time to watch them like we wish and therefore are missing the cool obscure sports and interviews. What happened to the days when we couldn't find enough coverage to watch? Oh yeah, 3 kids!<br />
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• Speaking of TV, our new obsession is Franklin and Bash. Zachary Morris is all grown up and funny! Of course, it's viewing is on hold till post Olympics.<br />
<br />• Our race tomorrow says to be prepared for mud, water, latex, and small electrical shocks. Should Jesse and I get a taser tonight so we can practice?<br />
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How was your week? Any advice for my upcoming races? I appreciate all tips! Have a great weekend!track coach and adorable wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15687538676703896501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332850904986679402.post-81373523547684172832012-08-01T16:07:00.002-07:002012-08-01T16:08:22.216-07:00Even when you suck...<div style="text-align: center;">
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Or at least you THINK you suck, on a run, ride, swim, etc. you are still doing SOMEthing! This was my lesson last night and it was hard one to sink into my thick skull.<br />
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I don't like doing things I'm not not quickly good at. My low self confidence apparently can't take it. sports was always a go to activity. Because I was always fairly natural at all the sports the PE teacher used to throw at us, I made my identity one of an athlete. I am slowly, and painfully, learning that running is not like other sports. It seems I was wise to dread the conditioning at practice. Coordination I have, iron lungs I do not!<br />
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Still, I have been SLOWLY improving, and feeling good about it and last nights run just felt like a slap in the face. Let me paint ya little picture- its a warm evening, around 6, and I want to get in a quick 3 miles before my sister arrives to play games. I have convinced Jesse to run with me and push the kids, so we take off from our front door. My goal is to get down to 12 min miles by the relay, and based on a run last week with two sub 13 miles that included some walking, I feel this is totally doable! Despite the heat, I tick off the first mile in 12:09, but fear I am fading fast. It's not my legs, but stomach that wants me to give up. That "you are gonna puke or poop" feeling hits and I can't shake it. The next two miles are slow and hold no enjoyment for me. I run too slow, walk too slow, even push the cross walk buttons too slow. Despite how awful I feel, I am super glad Jesse is with me or the run might even look worse! I finally get my sorry butt to our street, my always designated stopping point, look at my time and almost cry. The second and third miles took me 27 min to finish. Awful. I felt AWFUL. Jesse tried to compliment me, but it fell on deaf, sweaty ears. <br />
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I never felt like I would have been better off not running, it was just having this dark cloud of disappointment raining down on me did nothing for my spirits the rest of the night. I began planning out the rest of the weeks runs, hoping in one of those outings my magic results from all my hard work would find me. They certainly weren't around for this run. But as the night wore on, and my spirits were lifted by a rousing game of progressive rummy (which I won! Booya) I came to the realization that running is hard. Maybe for a few thousand out there, it comes easy, but for the rest of us, it will take work. Every run won't be better than the last. If getting out the door is half the battle for you, and just finishing is the other half, than even a run like last night's makes you a complete winner. So, the wheel of morality tells me, I'm a WINNER! It also says tonight's run will be better. Thanks wheel.track coach and adorable wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15687538676703896501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332850904986679402.post-82579780547108231192012-07-26T21:51:00.001-07:002012-07-26T21:51:26.018-07:00Three Things Thursday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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1. I have been trying to get into big time training for the Spokane to Sandpoint relay. Something about knowing others are counting on you really makes you step up your game. Which is exactly what I need. Counting the tri on Sunday, I am up to 5 or 6 days of exercise in a row. I don't know if I have ever put my legs through this much work! They are starting to feel a bit dead today, so I didn't run, just mixed it up with some stair climbing, spinning, treadmill hill walking, and rowing. I may have gotten bored and was forced to keep changing my activities up. My goal is to get down to 12 min miles for my legs. Sounds slow, but a big improvement for me. Yesterday, I got two of my three miles under 13 min, so I am feeling hopeful!</div>
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2. Sunday I completed my longest Tri to date, which was still a sprint tri, but longer than my SUPER sprint. Of course, there will be a full action packed recap coming, but I wanted it to be known that I finished it! 400 m swim, 13 mile bike, 3.1 mile run. Nailed it!</div>
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3. The more I get into training the more I realize, unfortunately, that I have no mental toughness. Like zip. When things start to hurt, my mind convinces me to quit. During my runs (he he he) my ribs, collar bone, or feet will start to ache before my legs or breathing give out. I know these things can be run through without ill effects, but I'm no good at it. Usually, I only last a few minutes past the start of the pain. Tonight, to keep myself going on the stair stepper, I had to repeat (in my head, not for everyone to hear) doughnut, pizza. Step=doughnut, step=pizza. These were the bad things I ate today, therefore part of them must be burned off. What are some of your favorite tricks for keeping yourself mentally tough? I could really use the input! Thanks.</div>
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<br />After our night of giggling and not so much sleeping, we all woke up a bit on the groggy side, but since none of us were shooting for world class times (or even sub 2 hour times) it didn't phase us too much. We heard the rain pounding outside and Jason tried to get back into bed. Like that was gonna happen! There was some scrambling and delaying on the boys part, and we got out of there later than I wanted. <br />
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Stacie and I both really wanted to make the blogger photo, so we hustled down the Seattle streets with the rest of the swarm arriving just AFTER the pic. This, honestly, did not put me in a very good place. I didn't have to time to grab food yet either and the combo made me cranky (poor Jesse). We were able to capture a few pre-race photos...</div>
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At that point, everyone headed to their corrals and Jesse and I ventured out to find the bag check. I'll leave most of the before hand out, because like I said, I was cranky and not very friendly, but I eventually got something from Starbucks and made it back to our proper corral with time to spare. Waiting to start wasn't really that nerve racking for me. I hadn't trained, I wasn't prepared, and my body tends to fall apart easily, so I had no goals but to finish and have fun. I would walk when I felt like it and run when the urge struck. Solid plan!</div>
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<span style="color: black;">Now, I can't even recall what sounded our start, but I remember yelling when the announcer man asked who the first timers were. We set off, and since it was the start, I wanted to run to begin with. Unfortunately, I had originally put my finish time as 2:15 or something (ah, dreams) and that meant everyone around me wanted to go MUCH faster than I did. Well except for the group of power walking ladies who jumped up from corral 34. My new goal was to beat them! It was still surprisingly a little defeating to have som many people flying by me at the START of a race, but I then let go of all my competitiveness and just started cheering them on. That pretty much sums up the race for us. Jesse was staying with me the whole time, it would be a 13.1 mile date, and we danced, cheered for the bands, high-fived the cheerleaders, and tried to enjoy ourselves as much as possible!</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Near the beginning so I wasn't hurting too much yet.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The one HUGE hill...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, I walked it!</td></tr>
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Since I had never gone past 6.2 miles in race or otherwise, someone suggested taking pictures at all the mile markers past that point to document the momentous occasion. I was glad I did, it turned out to be a great keepsake, but it was hard to come up with different poses for each mile.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One more step, and I will have a distance PR.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We missed mile 7 because Jesse had to take a potty break and I was solo for a while, including through the tunnel. But I did manage to run the whole time we were apart. Maybe I wanted to give him a challenge in catching up to me!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My cheerleader pose (no, I was NEVER a cheerleader, just being goofy!) People did look at me a little funny at this point. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At this point, I had been hurting quite a bit for some time (mostly my knees, Achilles, and hips) but around here, my pelvic bone really started to kill. Like, bad. It separates too far when I'm pregnant and doesn't go back together like it should, but I had apparently never gone far enough to piss it off during running because this was a new pain. Don't ask what I'm doing in this pic. Seriously, don't!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There was a lot more walking then running on this stretch, but still felt like "rocking" out this pic!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And finally, mile 13. Even though there was a cruel hill at the end, we tried to run it in. We even finished holding hands, ah. I'll try to post all the official race pics soon so you can see it. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The taste of victory!</td></tr>
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I had never done such a large race, so at the finish, I was grabbing all the food and goodies i could! I may not have needed it, but i accepted a space blanket just so i could feel legit. We met up with the other bloggers and friends, which is always nice, especially when you have no family there. Most everyone was there already because we are so slow and even the marathoners weren't far behind. Chatting and retelling our heroic tales is always the best part of the race, besides finishing it of course. Some of the group was headed back to the gracious Chelsea's, but with our kids at home, we didn't think we would have time, but I really wish we could have!</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Final thoughts, I LOVED this race. Everything about it was great, even down to the fact that I didn't have to be before or during the race, so no honey buckets for me. The only downer was not having any one on the sidelines. Especially when I saw the kiddos with their "Go Mommy and Daddy" signs, I got a little sad inside. Solution, pretend every kid was my own! It worked, surprisingly well in fact. Maybe next year. Of course, I am very thankful to our parents who are nice enough to watch our kids so we can do these events together. Instead of a big getaway together, we just do a few mini race vacays together! Yes, we have already signed up for next year, and I do plan on training, a least some :) for that one. The Half is never going to be my race, but I think it will be fun to have this one be an annual tradition. I don't recommend running this distance with no training, but at least know it can be done. Thank you Rock n Roll for taking my virginity!</span></td></tr>
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1. I know I still haven't finished my Rock n Roll write up. I just want to do it justice, but there hasn't been time to do it, so there it sits in my drafts, just waiting for me to add more to the title. Do know, though, I WILL do it. The dauntingness and guilt from not writing it has kept me from writing any other posts. So no more!<br />
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2. I did manage to do something to my foot in the half-marathon, a stretched or pulled something probably, and haven't ran since. Jesse thinks it will be better for me to go into my coming events under trained instead of over injured! We'll see. It is feeling better so I will run next week and try it out.<br />
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3. Speaking of upcoming events, I have Chelan Man in a little over a week, YIKES! Kind of snuck up on me. It is my first tri in 2 years, and really only my second one ever! It will again be a complete and have fun race versus a hard worked for accomplishment. I hate that my race schedule this summer is becoming like that. My dream is that I will be better by the relay.<br />
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3.1 Speaking of the relay, my cousin and her man had to reluctantly drop out and we now have 2 openings. The relay is from Spokane to Sandpoint August 17th-18th. Anyone interested? Being in shape is not really a criteria! Spread the word please!<br />
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Whew, 10 minutes done!track coach and adorable wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15687538676703896501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332850904986679402.post-23805734230467247782012-06-30T10:49:00.000-07:002012-06-30T12:01:17.571-07:00I rocked...Wowza, I am no longer a half marathon virgin! It has taken me quite a while to recover and even have the energy to try and recap ALL that happened last weekend. So, I am gonna break it down into two parts for your reading pleasure. First up, Thursday thru Friday, the pre-race festivities, or as I like to call it, "The whole reason to do these big, expensive races!'<br />
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Thursday morning, or hours before I was to be free for two days, my boys decided to give me a nice sendoff. Peyton broke a couple of blackberry syrup jars in the laundry room while trying to climb a shelf and while I was cleaning up that mess, Brady decided to get in on the mix and play with his poop in the dining room. I COULD NOT have been more ready to leave. It was going to be my first time away from Riley at night, and I was doing it for two, but I felt she was ready ( or I was a nervous wreck, but desperate to go!) </div>
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<a href="http://stacie615.blogspot.com/">Stacie</a> pulled up to get me, and I think I may have sprinted to her car. It was time for an all ladies night at the Sarah and Dimity "<a href="http://www.facebook.com/staciedahlin#!/AnotherMotherRunner">Run Like a Mother</a>" house party. Jesse and Jason would be meeting us up there the next day. I was excited for this event and it did not dissapoint! Sarah and Dimity, with the help of their hostess, put together a great shindig with food, prizes, and some great freebies! They are both such funny ladies and it was fun to put their voices to the words in their books. Of course, it was also fabulous to hang out with all my bloggy friends and meet a couple that I have been stalking for quite some time, <a href="http://racingitoff.blogspot.com/">Lesley</a> and <a href="http://triciaminnick.com/">Tricia</a>. </div>
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After the party, and a purchase or two, we followed <a href="http://www.runzoerun.com/">Zoe</a> back to her house where she graciously put us up for the night despite being in the middle of moving! It was fun to stay up late gabbing and playing with her cuttie patootie daughter, but eventually we all needed to hit the sack. And did we, it may have been 10:00 before Stacie and I got up! We quickly showered and cleaned up, got some sage advice from Zoe's dad (sex before race day, always!) and went out into the pouring rain to Expo it up. There was a very near miss on the freeway where we almost became very acquainted with the bumper in front of us, but we made it to the expo and quickly made our way inside. </div>
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<br />I am always overwhelmed when I walk in there. So much to see (read BUY), try (buy), and sample (buy). We got our packets and race shirts, mine was a depressing medium. Apparently when I signed up, I thought for sure I would have lost the baby weight by now, haha got you sucker! But it better be gone by next year, because I signed up for a medium again! The plan was to take a lap, sans boys, to get a good feel for the place, and then do our shopping. Well, we were only about half through when they caught up with us. No offense, dudes, but you kind of bring an Expo down! Stacie and I did have a great time getting our samples and freebies. I tried everything I could, partly because I was starving, and partly because I knew it would be a good idea to fuel up for the next day. We had made it through most of the booths, including spinning for some awesome tuna prizes (Jesse did get a shirt), </div>
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I got us a hotel early on that was walking distance to the start and finish since we didn't have any drivers. It was nice to be so close, so I invited Stacie and Jason to stay with us, in their own bed, and add to the fun. Even though the hotel was super nice, we were starving and had add to get food asap, so we jetted out and around the corner to The Cheesecake Factory. After an evil 20 min wait, we were at our table chowing down on a ton of bread, ok maybe just I ate a ton! I was so full from the bread and sweet potatoe fries that I coulodn't even eat my pasta, but still managed to order some cheesecake to go! That evening in the hotel was filled with naps, cheesecake, and way too many laughs to count. We were like giggly kids at a sleepover camp. I was almost crying at one point when Jason was serenading Stacie to sleep! Ah, pants on! Maybe not the best nights sleep before a race, but I hadn't trained for this race, it was all about FUN for me, so the night was perfect! Up next, the actual race!</div>
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But, with Jesse and Peyton still gone, I decided to try and take Brady and Riley to the gym where we do gymnastics at to try and get a workout in. There is this weird spot on my leg that has been hurting, it feels like it's strained, and it makes walking and running even more painful. </div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Well I did that for 350 calories (while playing the worlds slowest game of sudoku on it, told you it was fancy) and then moved to the spinning bike. It occurred to me while I was on it that, yes, RnR was this weekend, but Chelan Man (my first full length sprint tri) was only a month away. I definitely need to get my butt on the bike more. That forced me to keep my sweaty butt on there for a good 30 min while doing 4-1 min stand ups, which I usually can't do for very long. I left the gym VERY satisfied with my workout and my burn, which helped contribute to another pound lost. That puts me at 7 down, 3 to go before Saturday. Lets hope I don't eat too much at all the get togethers leading up to it! Yikes, that just reminds me how excited I am for this weekend! Yippeeeeee!</span></div>
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1. My run last night, YIKES! Not at all what I was hoping for. It can barely be classified as a run, more like MOVING for 5 miles! I don't know what was up with my tummy, but despite the fact that it was feeling off, I really wanted to get the run in and beat my previous time. By mile 2.5 I was toast. Anytime I started to run, the yuckies in my belly started rising up. I made the depressing choice to walk the rest of it (I still wanted to get in the 5 miles!) My knees always give me problems, but adding the tummy issues was too much for me to handle. Bummer. <br />
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2. Speaking of the knees, they suck. Sometimes I can get them warmed up, but usually they just hurt the whole run and when I take walk breaks they freeze up. Jesse went to GNC and got me some joint pills because I have had bad joints since highschool. I am excited to give em a try and they said I should be able to tell if its working within 10 days, which will be just in time for RnR! The extra poundage I am carrying also isn't helping, so I have put a big push on losing it! So far I am down 5 lbs in a week and a half. My goal was 10 by Seattle, so I have to keep working!<br />
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3. We are working on the name for our Spokane 2 Sandpoint relay team. I am wanting to do something for breast cancer awareness and have those that will wear pink. I put the task out to my fb friends to help come up with some names that would be both FUN and INSPIRING and here are our top contenders...<br />
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Team Save Second Base<br />
Pink Warriors<br />
Save the Ya's Ya's<br />
Pink Panthers<br />
Two's Company<br />
Team Squeeze Play<br />
Save the Tatas...we could wear shirts like this<br />
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Can you help us decide and cast your vote for your favorite? It would be a huge help! <br />
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Coach and Peyton are leaving for Utah tonight, so it will be just me and the two youngest for 4 days! Guess there will be lots of runs with the jogger in my future!<br />
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Have a great Thursday!track coach and adorable wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15687538676703896501noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332850904986679402.post-29097209994894701172012-06-13T16:19:00.000-07:002012-06-13T16:19:41.764-07:00If a tree falls...<img alt="" class="rg_hi uh_hi" data-height="186" data-width="270" height="186" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSnDQGAG3KiTND8aKXbzwVpQw64tfMgrfxYBKkuWjOolekkSpDOEw" style="height: 186px; width: 270px;" width="270" /><br />
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You know the old philosophical question, "if a tree falls and no one is around to hear it, does it still make a noise?" Well, that is how I've been feeling about my running. If I run, but don't blog about it, does it count? Sounds silly right? But that's how I feel sometimes. Like my lack of recording it takes away from its triumph! Now, before I rile you all up, I know this isn't true, I guess I just miss bloggy land and all it's wonders when I'm gone!<br />
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Solution; start blogging again! I have so many exciting events and races coming up, that I would be super sad if I didn't commit them to writing and pictures! First up, Seattle Rock n Roll next weekend. It will 3 fun filled days, starting with a party thrown by the Run Like a Mother gals and ending with 13.1 miles of cheering, dancing, and some running with my best friend, the hubs! Can't wait!!!!! <br />
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For now, I am trying to get in as many miles as possible so I can SURVIVE the half. Last night was my first 5 + mile run. Well, run with some walking. I managed 5.18 miles in 1:08. Yikes, I know, but that is progress for me. I will try to beat that time tonight! Wish me luck.<br />
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How are you all? PLEASE tell me what you are up to! Ok, much love. Glad to be back!track coach and adorable wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15687538676703896501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332850904986679402.post-36981848436124417942012-04-26T12:08:00.000-07:002012-04-26T12:08:30.652-07:003 Thing Thursday - Racing Wild EditionAh, back to my favorite day to post! Sorry I have been so quite lately, or your welcome, either way I will be back into a better routine soon. Next weekend is my first BIG craft fair, and I have been using all of my free time to prepare for it. It scares and excites me at the same time. Lots of awesome people will be there, and I don't want to look like a chump next to them! But if you are in the area, come check out the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Country-Chick-Designs/108616192511166">Country Chicks Spring Thyme</a> show May 4-5 in Littlerock, WA! Ok, onto my 3 things.<br />
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1. I will be doing my first relay this summer, and I am SOOOOOO excited! No, it's not Hood to Coast, but it might be the next best thing, <a href="http://spokanetosandpoint.com/">Spokane to Sandpoint</a>! I was born in Spokane, and LOVE it there, so I am pumped to be running through my true hometown. Add to that, being in a van for two days with smelly friends, what could be better? Luckily I have till mid-August (17-18th) to get my butt into relay shape. Although this is WAY more about having fun than time, I don't want anyone (including me) to die while trying to complete their legs. Stacie and her husband will be joining Jesse and I, which I think is awesome, and our team is already up to 9 of the 12 people. So, 3 spots still left, just sayin!<br />
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2. Jesse and I have also recently secured our spots in a few other races; <a href="http://chelanman.com/">ChelanMan</a> and<a href="http://runforyourlives.com/locations/seattle-portland/"> Run For Your Lives</a>. Two more firsts for me. My first time doing ChelanMan, it will be Jesse's 5th?, and my first adventure race. I will be doing the Try a Tri distance, since it has less swimming for my shoulder. Really nervous but, again, excited! And who doesn't want to run through obstacles while being chased by zombies? Plus, it is being held in my little hometown of Onalaska! Awesome!<br />
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June 23rd- Rock n Roll Seattle Half<br />
July 15th- Cheese Days Toledo 5k<br />
July 22nd- Chelan Man Sprint Tri<br />
Aug 4th- Run For Your Lives<br />
Aug 11th- Logger's Jubilee 10k<br />
Aug 17th-18th- Spokane to Sandpoint Relay<br />
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I am still looking for a 5-10k to do before Rock n Roll, so if you have any suggestions...<br />
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How is your summer schedule shaping up?track coach and adorable wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15687538676703896501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332850904986679402.post-37602799931589560002012-04-17T11:32:00.001-07:002012-04-17T11:32:27.660-07:00New DirectionsSorry Gleeks, this has nothing to do with 30 yr old singing high schoolers (which i love btw), but everything to do with my focus for the RnR half. Let's face it, I can't get ready in time to run any kind of a real race and this will probably be the only half I'll run, so that means it is time to let go of sub 2:30 dreams and make this a full blown FUN race. Just me and the hubs for 13.1 miles, enjoying the scenery, cheering on others, running when we feel like it!<br />
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I am no full, or even half, marathoner. This a wham-bam, thank you mam kinda girl (that IS what she said), which translates to 5 & 10ks and sprint triathlons! And I am ok with that. I hope you are too. I may be short a few badges of running honor, like lost toenails, peeing my pants, and 20 milers, but I AM still an athlete! Ok, that will be all for today.<br />
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PS I got zumba for the wii, and I'm very excited to try it out! I have really missed the Zumba classes I was taking and need that fun weight loss help!track coach and adorable wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15687538676703896501noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332850904986679402.post-82771094788002012752012-04-03T12:06:00.000-07:002012-04-03T12:06:13.499-07:00I've got the runs!I am happy to say my first crafting event is over and life is sort of returning to normal. Of course, I only have a month till my big craft show, so I'm sure things will crazy up in no time, but for the moment I can breathe. Which means I need to find other ways to take my breath away, so hello running!<br />
Last night when I got on the mill, I was afraid that my week off would have taken its toll. Feeling blah and still a lil rundown, I took some shot bloks (pathetic for a 30 min run, I know!) and queued up some Biggest Loser for extra motivation and got to work. <br />
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My plan for this week was to do 4 run/ 2 walk. I didn't know if I could hack it, but I think my shirt helped!<br />
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I am happy to say that with all my powers combined I was able to do it, even finishing with a 6 min stretch of running! 30 min run and 5 min warmup got me a little over 2 miles. Still have a ways to go on the speed thing, but that will come. My only fail of the night was wearing shorts for the run, which resulted in my first chub rub of the upper thigh area and first mid run wardrobe change! This lovely chafing has made me sad, but it is also motivating! I will wear shorts again!track coach and adorable wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15687538676703896501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332850904986679402.post-71660612416592557572012-03-24T12:59:00.000-07:002012-03-24T12:59:08.614-07:00Spaz!That's me at the pool! A complete spaz! Somehow, when you are swimming along, not caring about form, you think you are doing just fine. Then, you try to do it right, and suddenly everyone in the pool is afraid you are going to drown. <br />
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Ok, back story. Due to track meets, we haven't been able to get back to pool since that first time, so this session was still working on the basics. I still don't how to breathe under water/ out of water. When I was breathing out, the bubbles went up my nose and it felt all funny! Jesse then had me work on kicking and breathing, and then putting it all together. I looked like a drowning cat, so of course a super awesome swimmer chick had to come along and ask to share the lane. First, she suggested we circle. I laughed, and assured her she would want to split the lane, lapping me that many times would get tiring! By the end, it was better, almost a real stroke, but I have got work to do!<br />
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My after swim run went well. Popped the blister on the bottom of my foot. I know, I need running shoes for the water! <br />
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1. Usually, Thursday is a slightly stressful morning because Brady has gymnastics. It is supposed to be the Tumble Tots class with parent participation, but there are still lots of skill drills and turn taking. Originally, I thought it would be good for Brady to learn to take turns and listen to directions, but apparently a mostly non-verbal autistic child has other ideas. Just getting him through the stretching is difficult. He doesn't notice the other kids, or care about them, so getting him to follow the leader is a real challenge. Still, we would make it past the first part and then he had such a ball jumping in the foam pits, it made it all worth it.<br />
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Today, was a pure disaster. Peyton had no school, so he was going to join us, which is usually fine, but today there were a ton of new kids, so no room for Peyton. Daycare was full, which meant both he and Riley HAD to stay with me. Three kids in gymnastics! Couldn't be done. Of course, both boys were really disappointed and a slew of crying and kicking ensued while I tried to extricate them both, plus Riley, from the room and to the car. I felt horrible! I know autistic kids have a had time dealing with change in the schedule, especially when it is something they look forward to all week. Never have I felt so much like crying and screaming in public before. Luckily, my sister helped me get them to the car, we all calmed down, and I let Peyton pick something else fun to do (which meant we headed to Olympia to go to the big McDonald's!) Glad the morning is over!<br />
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2. I had two great workouts yesterday! In the morning it was the 30 min circuit at the gym. I was a little pressed for time, but made it through them all and even started going deeper into the squats and other similar motions, really trying to push my knees. The pain was there, but I survived, and hopefully soon my knees will be stronger.<br />
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3. My second workout was a run. Yep, still running! I did another 3 min/ 2 min split and made it the whole run (30 min.) Seems a bit sad, but slow and steady wins some races right? I can't decide whether to go 4 min run/ 2 min walk next or 3 min run/ 1 min walk. Opinions?<br />
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Alright, have a great Thursday!track coach and adorable wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15687538676703896501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332850904986679402.post-17458423153529605682012-03-21T11:44:00.000-07:002012-03-21T11:44:25.705-07:00Screw it!Even though my blogging has been sporadic at best, I have been getting to the gym and on the mill slightly more than sporadically. I've been a good girl, took it slow, did lots of ellipticaling, and still my knees hurt daily! So I'm done, screw it, it's time to just kick it up a notch. That half mary is not going to run itself, and neither will I if my legs don't start moving faster soon! I am going to chalk it up to bad joints like my shoulders and just hope they don't completely give out. Solid plan I think!<br />
So, my inaugural run was Monday night, and I still started slow ( I am super out of shape) and did 3 min running/ 2 min walking for 30 min. It was a little tough, a good Whitney helped me out, but despite a little pain I felt great! Now I am like a really fast snail! Tonight I'll go again and let biggest loser be my distraction. The girls are getting close to my weight, which is my cue to put down the cookie and get losing!<br />
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Thanks for all the support during my lazy blogging. Hope you are all doing fan- freakin- tastic!<br />
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Here is a pic of Riles to keep you all happy!<br />
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Since Jesse is a Master swimmer now (ok since he swims with the masters) he helped me out in the pool. Task number one was to get me to put my head under water. I tend to feel claustrophobic if I can't easily get air or see a way out. The impaired vision and lack of breathable moments makes swimming a deadly combo for me. Anyone else have this problem? I practiced breathing out under water just like the little kids next to us, and I was finally given the go ahead to swim! <br />
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Task two was figuring out what stroke to do. My bad wing makes it hard to do freestyle, and even when he had me play around with a modified stroke, it still hurt too much. So, on to plan B, breaststroke. Now I have to work on perfecting this stroke, but it is easier for me to breath this way, which will hopefully encourage me to get in the pool more. I know with this stroke, I will never be the fastest swimmer, but since my life will mostly consist of sprints, I should only lose a few minutes at most. And if I can get really good at it, maybe less. <br />
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Now our Saturday plan is to hit the pool, help me, then while Jesse swims with the Masters, I do some water running. I did the running Saturday, too, and it felt great to go faster than a walk, but my feet were getting beat up by the bottom of the pool. Has anyone done a lot of pool running? Did you wear those water shoes? I may need to invest. <br />
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Have a Great Day!track coach and adorable wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15687538676703896501noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332850904986679402.post-87146204578587641772012-02-28T10:32:00.000-08:002012-02-28T10:32:10.142-08:00FocusAs good as I fancy myself to be at multi-tasking, I am equally bad at focusing on more than one big project or event. During the holidays, I get consumed with all things Christmas or Halloween and a few summers ago, it was Blogging and training. Now I find myself totally wrapped up in starting this new business. Really, it is just supposed to be a side hobby; sell a few things on Etsy, do a few craft fairs, maybe put it in a store, but I am finding my brain constantly on craft mode. This has been hurting my training in a big way! Working out hasn't become a daily part of my routine yet, I still find it takes focus and real determination to get it done. I love the way I feel when I am training and involved in this workout web-world, but I can't seem to find space in my brain for both things. <br />
Does anyone else have this problem? How do you deal with these big distractions? It is becoming more painfully aware that I have a HALF MARATHON to hopefully run in just a few months, and I haven't even started running again yet! My other tri disciplines are suffering just as much. I don't know if making a schedule is the answer, or setting goals, maybe even rewarding myself with crafting if I finish that days workout. I just find it so tempting to get my work done once the kids go to bed or while Jesse takes them to the gym instead of working up a sweat! I may not be able to fully immerse myself in more than one world at a time, but hopefully I will find that balance and focus soon!track coach and adorable wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15687538676703896501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332850904986679402.post-33327906307879633642012-02-03T13:20:00.000-08:002012-02-03T13:20:21.393-08:00What the...?My Mom ran across this pictures when cleaning her room and my little sister thought I must share. Since I want to prove I can be as self-deprecating as anyone else, here you go. We can't figure out what they were from, or what the heck I am doing, but there are balloons! Enjoy.<br />
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1. I am loving the 30 min circuit at the gym more and more. I feel like I am getting overall toning (which I desperately need) while also working up a good sweat. The only thing bugging me is our low tech gym doesn't have any type of timing system in there, so I am forced to keep track on my phone. If I try counting in my head, I end up counting the reps or losing track (hey, 60 is really HIGH!)<br />
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2. Coach has his first swim meet on Saturday. He has been loving his master's swim class and is ready to test his chops. Actually, he is pretty sure he is going to get creamed, but wants to do it for fun. The plan is to do the mile freestyle swim and the 100 IM. Last Saturday he actually swam for an hour straight with a friend and went almost two miles. Suddenly, the distances of the bigger tri's aren't scaring him, which he never thought would happen! Riley and I will be going to cheer him on and hopefully, capture some pics.<br />
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3. In unrelated news, we officially have a sitting baby in the house. Riley is a champion sitter now (has been for a few weeks) which seems a bit behind the boys, but she might crawl before them! <br />
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</tbody></table>Now I am off to take care of my sick boys! <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Oh, and in even more unrelated news, we are having a Grand Opening Sale for our crafting business 'I Want That! Crafts'. 15% off your entire order! If you are local, we can do delivery or pickup and you can visit our site </span></strong><a href="http://iwantthatcrafts.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">here</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> to order. Or if you need it shipped, just visit our Etsy shop </span></strong><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/iwantthatcrafts?ref=si_shop"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">here</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> and enter code NEWSHOP. Thanks for the love and support!</span></strong></div>track coach and adorable wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15687538676703896501noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332850904986679402.post-11798089014157470222012-01-26T11:56:00.000-08:002012-01-26T11:56:44.240-08:00Three Things Thursday (Just Keep Walking)1. It's true what they say, you don't regret the workouts you do, only the ones you don't. On my checklist for today was a walk or wii dance, some kind of cardio, but by 9:30 I still hadn't fit it in. It was a go,go, go type day and I was feeling it. The bed was soft, Riley was almost asleep and I wanted to join her. But one glare from the hubs let me know I was getting on the treadmill. By 10 minutes in, I was so glad I had. It always feel better to get your sweat on than not.<br />
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2. One of the reasons it was such a good walk (besides watching Bobs team lose on BL) was that Jesse gave me some help with my form to make running and my knee better. I am a puller not a pusher. Normally, I stride out really far in front and then pull my self forward, which I am sure you all know is a no no. With some work, I think I can get better at landing underneath my body and then pushing off. Already I was able to get up to 3.2 with no pain! Yay!<br />
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3. So do you ever bribe yourself to run? Last night I felt like I needed one to get on the mill, so I told myself earlier in the day, if I walked for 30 min I could have either a PB Choc. protein drink or a bowl of ice cream. Yes, it was between those two things, I love the protein drink! By the time I finished the walk, though, 10:30, it felt too late to eat either, so I didn't get my bribe. I woke up this morning feeling like I still earned it, so I should still get it. Guess what I had for breakfast...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So now, I feel run down, short of breath, and have a headache, not the best start to a day. Suppose that means it is going to be an easy day! No big projects, just watching the Nadal/Federer match and trying to get some sleep! Hope your Thursday goes well.</div>track coach and adorable wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15687538676703896501noreply@blogger.com4