Friday, November 26, 2010

It's WHAT friday?

Black Friday. People spend all day cooking and shoving their faces with gargantuan portions of rich and filling food, napping on the couch, drinking, and watching football (guilty as charged) only to set their alarms for 2am to get up and stand in line for that must have G.I. Joe (are those still cool?) or that jacket that was marked down to -$49.99 if you get to it before dawn. I never quite understood that tradition and I'm afraid, or not, that I never will. Last year, my fiancee Phil and I got up at 5am to go to Best Buy for a laptop that was promised for 60% off it's original price. We stood in line for an hour only to get in the store to stand in line for another hour for someone to tell us that it had been sold out. Fail.

But that gets me thinking about traditions. It's that time of year. The time where families gather for meals and parties and stories and reminiscing. Maybe you don't have a "traditional" Thanksgiving meal with turkey and stuffing, and cranberry sauce and mashed potatoes. Maybe your family makes lasagna and boycotts football. Maybe your family goes out to dinner and avoids the tornado effect that a house full of people and food creates. For me, the holidays are a sacred time of old traditions that I'm trying to keep alive amid the creation of new ones.

Today I took off work, broke out the Christmas decorations, put in Christmas Vacation, and, donning my Santa hat, I Christmas-fied my little apartment. Phil got home and told me I needed to dial it back a little but for me, it was just right. I can't wait to embark on this season of just makes me smile!

What traditions do you and your family have?

Friday, July 30, 2010

Nowhere to go but up (or down if you're on the scale!)

How does one manage to pack on 40 pounds over the course of 6 years? Four moves, a full-time job, more responsibility, less unoccupied time, more stress, a case of the lazies, lyme disease-induced fatigue, and more friends who want to hang out over a "couple" of beers...that's how. Add that to a love for discovering new restaurants and good food and you've got a recipe for disaster. I've known for awhile that I need to get serious about change but I've hit bottom and I've got to start to climb back up. Now, I'm not saying I'm looking to lose 40lbs. Half of that would be nice. 40 pounds ago I was working several hours a morning on a farm, walking to and from class, and working out 2+ hours a day. That's not realistic anymore. I'm comfortable with a 20-25lb loss and I think that I can manage that for the long-term.

I know what I need to do...I've done it before and here I am ready to do it again. Nothing about it is easy but earlier today I was asking myself, do I want to be miserable with no end in sight or do I want to work hard for a few months knowing that the outcome will be positive and I'll be much happier.

I'm not afraid of exercise or hard work. In fact, I welcome any workout that is going to take me to the edge and push me hard. I live for that. Now, I'm dealing with a Lyme bounce-back so I struggle with fatigue, exhaustion, and some discomfort every day but once I get into my workout I can usually get through that. The most difficult part for me is the consumption. I love healthy and fresh food. I love it so much that I eat way too much. I can pass up fried foods and fast food all day long but that doesn't mean that I'm making the right choices. It's all about portions and I just need to cut it back. That and I also love good beer...a little too much.

So, as I said in my last post, I will be documenting the process this time around. The ups and downs and everything in between will be shared here so that others can learn from my actions. That, and this helps me to be accountable to myself because I'm actually writing down my actions.

Off to bed to rest up for a long day at the Y tomorrow! Goodnight friends!

Monday, June 28, 2010

Reality Check

It's funny how time gets away from you. We tell ourselves we're going to do this or that and then we get wrapped up in the ins and outs of the every day and this or that never happen. The reality of this hit home for me over the last week. I've had a chronic headache for 2 weeks, I've got tendonitis in 3 different joints, I haven't been to the dentist or eye doctor in over 3 years, and I'm taking ZERO supplements or vitamins to help keep me healthy.

Now, I've set out to reach certain first triathlon, my first half-marathon, my first half-ironman, Virginia Tech, grad school, etc. I've succeeded at these goals and I'm proud of that but there is an entire part of my life, my entire life, that I haven't been paying attention to.

The last three years have seen me reach physically demanding goals but have also seen the unacceptable decline of my physical health. Lyme disease, poor eyesight, less than stellar nutrition habits, and a 20 pound increase have all made me unrecognizable to myself. I spend my days helping other people, being over-worked, caring more for others than I do myself, and not paying attention to what I'm doing to my own well-being. I'm tired, in pain, stressed with work, spread too thin, and wanting to make a change.

So here I am now and it's time for me to focus on me. My goals are as follows:
1. Incorporate more foods with anti-inflammatory properties to aid with my inflammation issues
2. Eat less artificial (splenda, etc.)
3. Increase my vitamin intake to help my immune system, joint health, and workout recovery
4. Lose 25lbs.
5. Visit the farmer's market weekly to utilize local, fresh, organic, and chemical free produce
6. Drink more water
7. Practice yoga at least 1x/week
8. Drink less alcohol
9. Remove refined sugar from my diet
10. Become up to date on all doctor visits (dentist, eye doctor, etc)

I intend on keeping this up to date so you can join me on my journey back to better health!

Until next time...

Sunday, May 9, 2010

2010 White Lake Half Ironman

It's done. It's over. I finished! I don't really even know where to start so I'll just begin with describing the race and then our arrival in White Lake.

For those of you who don't know about or who have never been to White Lake, either to race or for a vacation, it's a small town about 2 hours Southeast of Raleigh. The lake is absolutely beautiful! It's clean, clear, and has a sandy bottom. It's not like one of those lakes where you can't see your hand in front of your face when you're swimming. The race site is an FFA (Future Farmers of America) campground with dorms, cabins, a dining hall (where we pick up our packets, buy anything we forgot, and check results), large pavilion, etc. The course is flat as a pancake but White Lake has a reputation for being a pretty windy site and the temperature this time of year can go either way.

Friday 5/7
I woke up Friday morning and quickly realized that the forecast was taking a turn for the worse as far as heat and humidity was concerned. All week they were calling for a high of 80-85 and now it has turned to a high of 95 with 80% humidity. I tried to not thing about that and went through my race bag to make sure I had everything packed. The list is long: Race suit, goggles, bike shoes, running shoes, socks, baby powder, body glide, sports bra, sunglasses, sunscreen, inhaler, nasal spray, watch, chamois butter, extra tire tubes, extra CO2 cartridges, advil, water bottles, fuel, gatorade, flip flops, hat, fuel belt, race belt. I packed my transition bag, my hotel bag, my food bag, and my cooler for the race. I met my parents for breakfast, ran a few last minute errands and then I checked my bike and loaded everything up and off I go. Got to Deb's and had her husband change my front tire while we finished packing her things into the car. I had realized that it had been wayyyy too long since I had a new tire on the front of my bike and I didn't want anything to go wrong for Saturday. I had a quick bite to eat and we hit the road. As we're driving I'm realizing that I hadn't packed my bike shorts so thank goodness my parents were still at my apartment. Quick phone call and that mistake was fixed and they would make their way to White Lake with my dad. Fast forward through a fun car trip down (pictures at Piggly Wiggly, laughs, jokes, etc) and we're at the race site picking up our packets. It was so so hot but we enjoyed sitting by the lake and taking it all in. We ran into a few friends from the Y and talked and laughed about our race plans, some of our anxieties, and the fact that the day is here. After checking our bikes into transition and listening to the pre-race meeting, off we go about 30 minutes up the road to our hotel. Friday night was dinner with mom and dad, a quick trip to Walmart for more Gatorade, and then an overview of the race bag to make sure everything was packed. Hit the hay and hoped for a descent night's sleep...

Race Day:
4am wake up call! Check the weather, 75 degrees with 80% humidity...already. Get up, mix up water and fuel bottles, fill the cooler with ice, and finalize race/hydration plan. I had a whole wheat bagel thin with peanut butter and a banana, some water and gatorade, and 2 ibuprofen (already had a headache..). Put on the race suit, tried to use the bathroom, and then headed down to the lobby to check out and hit the road. We arrived at the race site around 6:15am, got body marked, picked up our timing chips, and headed straight to transition to set everything up. I laid everything out how it needed to be, checked, double-checked, and re-checked. In the meantime, Jenn, Lawrie, Lanie, and Phil should have been arriving anytime so I was excited to hear from them. They headed over to transition to meet me and got yelled at when they tried to enter :). I was excited to see them on the other side of the fence. I applied sunscreen (not well, later to find out), hit the bathroom one more time, then off to the lake. The gun had already gone off for the first wave at 7am. My wave was starting at 7:20 so it was getting close. Jumped in the water and waded out to the start and the countdown was on!!

The water was 79 degrees so we couldn't wear wetsuits but the water felt great! The horn went off for our start and I made sure that I started toward the back of our wave pack. It's just so much easier to start back and pass people than it is to get caught up in the churn of everyone starting at once. I felt awesome on the swim. I struggled a little bit with people bumping into me and trying to pass people but all in all it was a good swim. I rounded the first turn bouy and we were swimming STRAIGHT into the sun. You couldn't see the next bouy and with all of the swimmers and the wind, it was so choppy. I had a couple of moments where I was slapped in the face with a wave, inhaled water, etc. but I didn't let it get to me. Around the second bouy and I was on the final 1/3. I could see the big inflatable on the dock and only had another 10 minutes or so. Finally at the dock, up the ladder, and running to my bike. Dad, Lawrie, Lanie, Jenn, and Phil were waiting and I slapped a high five and kept on moving.

In transition I threw my bike shorts on over my tri suit (extra padding for an extra long ride), bike shoes, sunglasses, helmet and I was off. It was evident almost immediately that my bike computer was broken. It showed that my speed was wayyyy off than what it was and the time and distance wasn't working right either. So it looked like I was just biking by feel and until the finish instead of focusing on pace or time. The first 20 miles I was FLYING. I was using the aero bars on the bike even though I hadn't trained with them, and felt like I had a lot more power. At the 20 mile mark I was just under an hour on the bike and thought that if I kept that up I was going to finish the bike leg way ahead of schedule. I kept rolling and before I knew it, I was at mile 30. All of a sudden I was riding right into the wind. And it wasn't a breeze, either. It was a hold on for dear life, don't get blown off your bike type of wind. And just when you thought it couldn't blow any harder, it did. my seat was KILLING me because I just wasn't used to the position I was in with the aerobars. Note to self: next time train in the aero bars to be ready for the race. With 11 miles left I was really feeling pretty beat up. Mile 50 rolled around and I just kept telling myself that 6 miles is nothing. My calf and hamstring were cramping so I popped a couple of Enduralytes and tried not to think about it. I started seeing people at the turnaround point on the run course and that got me going. One final push and I made it back to transition. At this point, I had been racing for about 4 hours.

Transition 2 was a tough one for me. I was trying to cool off, get my socks and shoes on, put my hat on, and get going. I downed about 10 ounces of Gatorade and realized quickly that that was a mistake. Before the race I hadn't paid attention to where the run start was from the transition area. I got a little turned around but figured it out and got going in the right direction. Before I even got out of transition I felt something in my shoe and had to stop, empty it out, and then get started again. I ran out of transition and got going up the road. About 1/2 mile up the street I slowed to a walk. It was disgustingly hot, humid, and difficult to breathe. The Gatorade in my stomach was sloshing around and making me sick. I met up with a girl named Julie who did a run/walk thing with me for about 1/2 mile until I decided to pick up the pace a bit. It was about 90-95 degrees, middle of the day, and we were running on a highway with absolutely no shade at all. There was an aid station at every mile and they had water, Heed, bananas, oranges, other snacks, enduralytes, ice, and ice cold towels. All my stomach could handle was water and the ice and cold towels were like a drug. The formula for about the entire run was "run 2, walk 2" or "run 3, walk 3" and the 2 and 3 were just about anything that was visible. That started with cones, then I used driveways, signs, light poles, etc. If I was feeling good, I kept going. If I was feeling bad, I just made myself get to that 2nd or 3rd something. Every aid station I picked up a new cold towel for the back of my neck, dumped a cup of ice into my sports bra, a cup of water on my head, a cup to drink, and occasionally some enduralytes. It was painfully slow and just plain painful. By the 3rd aid station, there was no ice left and the water was warm. I thought I was going to cry. At about mile 4 I had my low point. I was hot, thirsty, exhausted, and beat down. For a period of time I thought that finishing was questionable. I figured I was either going to pass out, get sick, or just have to sit down. So it was one foot in front of the other and forward motion became the goal. My awesome support team piled into Jenn's car and they drove back and forth by me a few times to cheer me on. They offered ice but I couldn't take it because I wasn't sure about the rules regarding outside aid. Either way, it was great seeing them :). I kept plugging. And plugging and plugging and plugging. At the last aid station, someone who had hit the turnaround (it was an out-and-back course with a turnaround at mile 6.5) and was on their way back yelled that there was ice. It was a Godsend. I think that saved me. I spent some time at that aid station on the way to the turnaround and again on the way back. As I was on the home stretch the running croud began to thin a little bit. I met a couple of nice people who were struggling also but we were all determined to finish. None of us could believe the heat and even the seasoned Half-ironmen who I met were having a tough time. With a mile left, I loaded up on ice, walked for a few more cones, and then took off to the finish line. I told myself that I had to run as much of the last mile as I could, and I did. I started hearing the finish line and people cheering and got a little wind in me to keep moving forward. I saw Dad and gave Phil a high five, rounded the bend, saw the finish line, and heard my name announced over the loud speaker. That was it, I finished, I made it happen, and it was finally over.

I walked right down to the lake, got in, cooled off, and hung out with my friends and family as I took in the fact that I actually finished the race. I learned shortly there after that Deb, my friend who I had decided to do this race with a year ago, finished but was in the medical tent. She was okay but the heat was too much. She still had an incredible time and did an amazing job!

I want to thank my parents for flying down for my race and for all of my friends who left Raleigh at 4:30 in the morning to drive down and spend the day outside in the blistering heat just to cheer me on during the few minutes that they actually got to see me. That meant the world to me. I also want to thank Deb and those who encouraged me early on in my training to keep going when I was going to quit. I am blessed to have you all in my life.

So now it's over, I'm in recovery mode, and I'm enjoying every minute of it!!

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

'Tis the Season

I should be getting ready to head to the gym but a few things that happened this morning got me to thinking about tradition and what that means at Christmastime.

Both my sister-in-law and a great friend of mine have introduced the "Elf on the Shelf" to their families. I think that this is an awesome tradition and such a fun thing for kids to be involved with. Frankly, the Elf freaks me out with his beady eyes and rosy cheeks and how he moves around the house on his own. Also, the fact that he'll "freak out" if you touch him (as put by a sassy little 5 year old I know) kind of freaks me out even more.

I've always been a big fan of tradition. It was the little things that you did year after year, only surrounding a certain event or timeframe, that made something special. For me, Christmas was always about the excitement of visitng people, seeing family, and lots of laughter. I looked forward to our annual Christmas Eve open house party that my parents hosted at our house. I got to see all of my cousins and friends and other family all in one place. My mom made these great Swedish meatballs (leave it to me to remember the food..) and Santa came to visit. I would get picked on by cousins, fauned over by aunts and uncles, and just have a jolly good time. I was afraid of Santa as a child so, at the end of the night I would drag my sleeping bag into my brother's room and sleep on his floor. This continued well into high school and maybe even into my college years. He and I would wake up at a ridiculously early hour and open our stocking presents and then go back to sleep until sunrise so we could go wake up mom and dad for the main event. Christmas night was driving down to the Tonks's for dinner with more crazy (but wonderful!) family.

Times have changed and these traditions are now just memories. Kids get married, babies are born, people move away, and traditions die, adapt, and more are born. My family, who lives in several different states, is working to build new traditions while just enjoying our time together.

Even in this time of tradition "upheavel", there are certain things about Christmas that make the season for me. I thought I'd list out some of the things that make Christmas for me:
-The smell of a real tree in the house
-Bruce Springsteen's version of Santa Claus is Comin' to Town
-Baking cookies
-Driving around looking at Christmas lights
-Wearing a Santa hat out of the house and it being completely acceptable
-People's general spirit of love and giving
-Wrapping my dog's presents just so he can tear them open
-Gatherings with friends and family are the most fun this time of year
-There are movies that you only get to watch at this time of year
-Snow :)

The list goes on and I might add more later. For now, I better stop procrastinating and get to work on my list of things to do.

Merry Christmas!

Thursday, December 17, 2009


After being called out one too many times by my loving boyfriend, I have returned, with new resolve, to my blog. Yes I realize that I've only had one previous entry but that doesn't stop the fact that I am committing to regular updates on my life through thoughts, stories, questions, and general musings.

So, what have I been up to on my hiatus? Not much actually. Lots of football watching, book reading, intense facebooking, couch surfing, and procrastinating. Oh, and I bought a new car. But now I have a new purpose and my focus and drive have been restored. I have begun training for the 2010 White Lake Half Ironman on May 8th. This will include the next 20.5 weeks of lots of swimming, biking, running, stretching, and sleeping. I intend on updating my weekly and then monthly mileage covered throughout my training. All I can really hope for at this point is to make it through training healthy and uninjured (which has proven in the past to be quite challenging for me). Throughout the process I will be able to share any amusing stories or happenings that come from my training. As challenging as the next 4.5 months will be, I'm confident that there will be some seriously entertaining moments that I'll be happy to share (caterpillars, eggs, mac trucks, and sideways bike know who you are).

Up next: my favorite Christmas things.


Saturday, October 31, 2009

Halloween of Champions

Greetings cyber (and not-so-cyber) friends!

I've thought long and not-so-hard about starting a blog and I guess I've finally gotten bored enough to actually follow through. It's not that I think I'm so interesting that people would have any interest in the day-to-day goings on of my life. In fact, I think quite the opposite of that. Really, I miss writing and I'm terrible at keeping any kind of journal so I thought that I could use a blog to share the interesting or even painfully mundane parts of my days while giving me an opportunity to be creative and start writing again. Maybe you'll get something out of it, maybe you won't. Hopefully in the meantime I can offer you a good laugh and a decent suggestion here and there!

So it's Halloween and I'm sitting alone on the couch with 4 dogs (mine, my boyfriend's, and his roommate's two) watching a horrendous performance by Lady Gaga on SNL and listening to the sounds of canine snores. I'm too much of a wimp to watch scary movies by myself and frankly, getting dressed up to walk the streets of downtown just didn't seem appealing to me tonight. Halloween has not ever been one of my favorite holidays. As a kid, my mom made all of my costumes. I certainly can't remember all of them but there are a few that are unforgettable. Like the clown with the shoes so big I couldn't get up and down people's stairs while trick-or-treating. I had to walk sideways for half the night. Or the time I was a pair of dice. I had a "die" that I wore and the other one was bolted onto the side. I was lopsided so we removed the second "die" and I went as one. Unfortunately, I couldn't hold my sack of goodies out in front of me because my arms were sticking out the sides of a large cardboard and spray-painted box. I spent that evening swinging my pillowcase at the people who were distributing candy with the hopes that they would just put it in for me...wait, that's what she said???

But really, my parents faithfully dressed us up every year in something creative and eye-catching. The problem was that I really never (and still don't) wanted to catch anyone's eye. Now I just don't love to dress up and celebrate. Don't get me wrong, anytime that I have participated in Halloween festivities I've had a blast but it's just not something I look forward to every year. I'm thinking that next year I might have to begin hosting a costume party and make that a tradition to look forward to.

Alright well off to enjoy my Cottonwood Pumpkin Ale and watch Ryan Reynolds on SNL. I hope everyone enjoyed their Halloween!