Delicious Surprise

Tired of oatmeal, protein bars, or recovery drinks?
Try this:
one cooked sweet potato
one scoop peanut butter 
(a scoop may be a tablespoon or more--you decide)
one scoop greek yogurt
one serving protein powder
vanilla soymilk
cinnamon
ice
Blend.
Delicious Recovery Drink after my mini-triathlon this morning with Amy Benton.

Triathlete Triumph

There is joy in setting goals and meeting them. There is pleasure in the burning legs and lungs as we swim, bike, and run.

The sleepers do not know what we've accomplished as we walk in the door when they are just sipping their coffee . . . but they see our smiles beneath the sweat and must suspect they are missing something amazing.  They are right.

Courage Means Moving Forward-- not without Fear-- but Despite it.

Does this sound familiar?  I urge my children to try new things while I sit safely on the sidelines and stick to my routine.

I've wanted to complete a triathlon for over 20 years!  

Here are my various excuses for not doing a Triathlon:

* I'm afraid someone will knock my goggles off and I'll lose my contact lenses, swim in circles, and have to be pulled out of the water.
* I'm afraid I'll have a flat tire on the bike and have to walk.
* I'm not fast and don't know what I'm doing.
* Triathlon sounds expensive.
* I don't know where triathlons are held.
* I don't know anyone who does triathlons.
* I don't swim fast.
* I don't run fast.
* I don't bike all that fast-- and sometimes I crash.
* I'm afraid someone will knock my goggles off and I'll lose my contact lenses, swim in circles, and have to be pulled out of the water.

These reasons sound a lot like the reasons my sons give me for not wanting to participate in various sports or attend summer camps.  The reasons make sense and yet they are excuses built on fear and apprehension.

Some of my fear has a sound basis-- I've been a lifeguard.  I have watched people nearly drown.  I felt the panic of drowning while trying to rescue a hysterical thrashing victim who was bigger than me and in over his head.  He kept hugging me around my neck and I was afraid he was going to kill us both.  I had to kick him in the stomach to get him off  me so I could pull him to safety.

So for two decades I continued to run and practice yoga and not really think about a triathlon-- even though whenever I watched Ironman competitors cross the finish line, I cried.

Then, nearly a year ago, I read a little book by another Atlanta area mom and attorney.  Her name is Meredith Atwood, and the book is Triathlon for the Every Woman: You can do it.  Yes.  You. Despite being overweight and overwhelmed, Meredith trained for and completed a short triathlon. Then another.  And another.  She completed the Ironman distance.  Her story was empowering.  She was not a superstar athlete with endless financial support.  Instead, she was . . . a little like me.  She was a busy mom with financial constraints.  She was kind of slow.  Never going to win.  Just in it for . . . what?  Something deeper.  Me, too.

Last September, I began my triathlon journey.  I read every book I could find.  I swam.  It was harder than I thought.  I biked.  It was more fun than expected.  I continued to run because that has long been a source of joy and peace for me.  Weeks and months passed.  And finally the day came.

June 4, 2016  Blalock Lakes Tri the Parks Sprint Triathlon

                     600 meter swim                           14.7 mile bike                         3.1 mile run

After months of training, I was almost sure that finishing would be a piece of cake.  This was my warm up triathlon for all the Ironman distances I was sure to complete.  Ugh . . . Surprise.

Do you know what's challenging?  Swimming in a churning, frothing lake of green water.  Swimming with arms and legs bumping you and no real room to put your head down and swim without risking The Fear: someone will knock my goggles off and I'll lose my contact lenses, swim in circles, and have to be pulled out of the water!

For the next fifteen minutes, the thoughts in my head ran something like this: "Oh my God, I can't breathe!  Keep going!  Keep going!  Where are the buoys?  Okay, there is a buoy.  Put your head down and swim like you've been practicing  . . . Oh, my God, I can't breathe!  I'm swallowing water.  Why am I swallowing so much yucky green water?  I can't get my breath!  Head up, then.  Go.  Just Go."

That was my thought process as I followed the froth of purple capped swimmers.  And finally, my hands touched lake bottom.  I stood, and I ran for the bike.  At least, I thought I was running.  (Check Photo to see truth!)

The bike was a JOY.  No one passed me on the bike.  Spooky and I love each other, and we flew over the 14.7 miles at a faster pace than we'd ever ridden before.  Thank you, Spooky.

The run, however, was unwelcome.  My legs simply wouldn't move very well, and my tummy was ready to reject the lake water now.  For the first mile, I was in a state of confusion and disbelief as I tried to understand why this little 5K was so HARD.  Thankfully, after a mile and a half, I was able to change directions.  Lo and Behold, we had been running uphill for most of the first half.  No wonder it was so challenging! On the last mile, I began to relax into the race and shouted encouragement to the other women around me.

After blasting through the finisher's chute (okay, maybe more like trotting with enthusiasm), I could finally say it, "I am a triathlete."

It was harder than I thought.  Don't underestimate the shorter distances.  A sprint triathlon is NOT a sprint.  I didn't see anyone sprinting!  But you know what?  After it was over, and I could breathe normally again; I felt like a superhero.  Triathlon clothing even looks a little bit like a superhero suit; don't you think?

I can't wait to compete again.  And I have something new to work on.  A new fear to conquer.  The open water swim.  The green, dark, open water swim . . . I'm going to do it!

Message from my youngest son when I arrived
home from my first triathlon.

Competing in a triathlon-- my fears released from the shadows.

Rays of Joy on a Rainy Day

The sky outside after our swim today.  Beautiful.

It would have been so much easier to spend the afternoon reading and eating brownies. So . . . comforting.  After all, I had already run a 5K this morning.  Why not take the afternoon off?  

And when heavy rains arrived about 2pm, that very easily could have happened.  However, my busy 15 year old son had agreed to go swimming with me; and I'm not one to turn down such an offer. Moments later, when the sun streamed out between the clouds, the message to me was clear:  Get your gear packed.  You're not done.   
And it hit me: my upcoming triathlon is only two weeks away!  

Even though I am pretty sure I can finish the sprint distance without drowning, crashing, or crawling (I hope), I still feel butterflies stirring.  I have fantasies of an age group award . . . and although unlikely, I cling to it like a celebrity crush.

One mile swim today.  I wouldn't have done it without my
son's willingness to join me.  Anything for his company-
even if we are swimming three lanes apart.

After this morning's disappointing 5K race time, I drove to the pool in the company of my eldest son.  Watching him glide through the water like a shark, I tried (and failed) to emulate his stroke and ease.  My time was slower than usual, but I completed my mile and felt great about having made the effort.

John Robert in a rare moment of pride last summer,
sporting his swim meet accomplishments.

I thought by age 48 (almost), I would have come to grips with whatever my life has been and be coasting down the backside of the hill in calm acceptance.  I thought all my definitions of myself would have been carved out and determined.  Not so.  

I am still looking at myself in the mirror in surprise.  Who is this woman?  I am amazed that I'm discovering myself and striving toward new goals-- IRONMAN-- that I never before thought possible ... for me.  

I don't know what the future holds.  I do know that I want to try new things, explore, find my limits.  I want to learn new things and go where I've never been.  And so . . . here I am, looking at the parting clouds, feeling the joy, and wondering what is possible.

A Big Thank You to the Covington Firehouse 5K

 Having done zero speedwork this year, it should have come as no surprise that my 5K pace would be slower than last year.  Alas, I have a poor memory for bad news.  In my mind, I was going to rock it just like my 7 minute pace last spring.  Surprise!

Despite falling off pace and beginning to daydream around the half way point, I did find my way back into the race and finished hard.  I was inspired by the fireball runner in front of me who placed first overall in the female master's division.  I couldn't quite catch her!

Receiving my Dalmation Trophy.

It was a wonderful morning to be outside and in the company of runners of all levels.  And I came away with a unique age group trophy, a medal for my collection, and a t-shirt for my son.  A good start to the weekend! 

First Place in my age group-- Whoo, Hoo!

THIS is where I used to keep the Brownies!

 Some people make big changes quickly.  Not me.  It took me over 11 years of dating the same man to decide to get married to him.  I waited until my mid-30's to have children.  And I waited most of my life to really take care of my health.

Denver pitting dates and making his own
energy bars.

Today as I was simultaneously putting away groceries and trying to make lunch for the boys and me, I realized that the counter near the stove is where I used to keep all the brownies, cookies, and breads I had baked.  

Today's Lunch:
Kale salad with sweet potatoes, tart cherries, and pecans.

After 40+ years of thinking about healthy choices and then eating cinnamon rolls, I now find that I make good choices quite often-- though not always!  Slowly over the years, I began to get excited about making healthy, tasty recipes that fuel my life and help me stay healthy and full of energy.  

Triathlon and marathon goals help with this.  It isn't enough to eat well just to look thin.  Eating well for athletic performance is a fun challenge; and one of the side effects is that I'm learning how to eat well for life's daily challenges, too.  Another benefit is that my husband and three sons are learning this skill alongside me.

Much love to the ladies from Women for Tri, for all of your inspiration.  You women are part of my tribe of mothers, daughters, sisters, and grandmothers who are helping change the world's understanding of what women can be and what women can do.  

Goodbye to Monday Morning Blues

What Every Monday Should Look Like!

Most Mondays carry the weight of responsibility on their shoulders.  It's the day of looking at the calendar and scheduling the workload.

This morning for two hours I broke free.  

One of many wooden bridges
on Arabia Mountain Trail.

In a rare move, I dropped my son at carpool then zipped out to a nearby bike trail for a ride.  It was 20 miles of sunlight through the trees, cool air, and flowers around every turn.  There were so many squirrels and birds frolicking, I felt like Snow White in the forest-- only faster.

The View from my Cockpit

Decisions, Decisions . . . Let's take them all :-)

Spooky and I raced along, my heart racing too, as we took curves faster than ever before. Early weekday mornings gave me more privacy on the trail.  I could zoom at wild speeds without fear of collision with inattentive walkers.  I could even stop to take pictures of Spooky and me.

After this escape, I found myself able to come back to my day's workload in peace.  Protein smoothie in hand, I began the calendar's To-Do List with a smile on my lips.

More Mondays should begin this way!

My partner, Spooky, getting ready to GO.