Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
Well, a week from tomorrow is the day. Weather looks like it has potential - but I don't trust any forecast this far out. Only a few more things to do before we depart - like get the POS Thule bike rack that I just bought in working order. I would most certainly NOT recommend Thule. I'm in a pinch so my father in law is re-engineering the damn thing to get my ass to Florida - no time to return or exchange.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
This is as far to burning it off as we could get AND when we found out about the sailboat regatta that was going to start at 9:00, we decided that we better hurry up and get into the water and get our swim on before we'd really get into trouble.
Kasha was totally IRONBUMMED this morning. Did I mention that the air temp was a cool 40 degrees? She SO wanted to swim but it was not to be for sure - kept pulling me to the waters edge like - what the hell, mom? You're going to drag my ass out of bed all the way here and NOT let me get in. It was a really sick tease. Poor girl. She'll have to wait until next year!
Kim was in a hurry so she just jumped in her car, wetsuit and all, when we said Cracker Barrel would have to constitute our morning 'swim.' She was there!
Here's to you guys - for making me 'show up' and keeping me honest, to listening to me bitch for hours on a bike when I wanted to kill it, to going slow with me when I wasn't up for it, and for showing up to swim on a cold morning when you didn't have to. It's been a helluva ride and I can't wait to see what the day brings. It's going to be a great day. You guys are the BEST! Thanks for all of it!
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
Ironmad - You've had enough, enough is enough (see previous post to see what this looks like). You're tired of being tired, you're tired of the fact that the rest of the world is going out for dinner and drinks and you have to go home to clean a bike, change a tire, pack a gym bag or something equally exciting. Yep, you're mad.
Ironbitch - Very similar to ironmad but you go 'bitch' on the people that love you and help you the most. What's for dinner, what do you mean what's for dinner, I just got back from a 2 1/2 hour run, get dinner your damn self...you know, that's just not nice. He really WAS just asking a question.
Ironloser - home reading this blog on a Friday nite because YOU have a 6 hour bike ride tomorrow (Hi Michelle!) while everyone else goes out or at least has two beers.
Ironrecovery - Getting ready to start this so I'm not exactly sure what it will be like...yet.
And the BEST FOR LAST...IRONMAN, We'll just have to see what that phase is like!
Feel free to add other phases to Ironman Training in the comments section - I'm sure there's some I've missed...
One more big weekend, one more big weekend...and then I can sleep. I swear I'm sleepin' in until 6:00 at least!
Saturday, October 4, 2008
So, I waited to kill it when I got home instead, yep, I had a ceremonial killing of my bike!
Friday, October 3, 2008
It's official, I have IBS - not irritable bowel...Ironman Brain Scramble Syndrome. I can't hardly put together words, sentences or complete thoughts. I've been in meetings and lost my place completely. While others look at me strangely, those that know, know. I'm beyond tired and I'm beyond hungry. I keep fig newtons on my nightstand because I can't make it through the nite and I can fall asleep on the toilet. I fall asleep within two minutes of hitting the pillow only to awaken to pee (I'm very well hydrated) and eat a fig newton (I'm starving).
After this very hard, long week, we start to see the light - the light of a recovery week, the light of Ironman right around the corner, the light of the 'sling shot' (Nick says this is a must do ride) in Panama City Beach, FL as you approach the finish line. I swear, that's all I can think about when I'm out running these days...just think about the lights, when you start to see the lights, you're almost home free. Free from what, I'm not so sure, but you're almost home, you will be an Ironman. Last nite, however, I was possessed with miles 15-24 of the run. As I was finishing my 2:30 run last nite, I thought I was going to jump in front of the next car during the last 20 minutes, I was SO over it. I just wanted to be home, home with my family, home with the dogs, home with a beer. All I could tell myself is THIS is what miles 15-24 are gonna feel like so get over yourself. This will be the true test of wills, for me.
To all my friends that I'm neglecting, I'm sorry. To the friends and training partners that I DO talk to right now, I'm sorry too because I'm not making much sense right now. I've been given assurance that IBS will pass and I will return to normal, or normal for me, at least. Thanks for hanging in there with me. It's less than a month away, holy shit! Didn't I just sign up last week!?