Category Archives: morale
lucky number five (5)
Generally speaking I am not a superstitious person, but I am having a bit of fun developing race rituals. As I get ready for the Annie Oakley Sprint Triathlon happening tomorrow morning (!), I’m reaching for a lot of the same … Continue reading
road to Annie Oakley
I guess I made up my mind to do the Annie Oakley Sprint Triathlon about a week and a half ago, giving myself roughly two and a half weeks to prepare. Yikes! I am certainly not in top training shape, after being … Continue reading
road ID
I feel like myself again. Ten weeks ago today I finished my first triathlon with a broken leg. That small stress fracture on my fibula has prevented me from doing so many of the things I love. I missed a … Continue reading
fibula stress fracture of forever
Well, it’s been a minute, orrrr, almost a month, since I’ve written. These have not been my finest weeks. Turns out underneath that sprained ankle I had a stress fracture on my fibula, as you may have surmised from the … Continue reading
mental toughness
Is it fair to say that mental toughness is like 80% of the game in running, tris, and other endurance sports? It all depends on how you look at it. There’s certainly an argument to be made about genetics and … Continue reading
cankle
I am feeling sorry for myself. This may or may not have resulted in me eating seven servings of Honey Nut Chex Mix for lunch yesterday, having sangria for dinner the night before, telling myself I’m fat while looking at … Continue reading
a triathlete is born: MIM Sprint 2012 conquered
These couple days following the event have been a bit surreal. I worked so hard and built up so much anticipation, the aftermath feels a little flat. I knew I could do it, and I did. Following is a fairly … Continue reading
my rock
Tomorrow. Tomorrow at this time, 8.08am, I will be watching the first 250 or so racers to file into the water, 3 seconds at a time. My age group starts right in the middle; my guess is that I’ll be … Continue reading
my parents, my heroes
Y’all, my dad has WON a triathlon. Placed first in his age group. Where was I when that was going on? Probably being a self-absorbed teenager who didn’t know her ass from, well, you know. He can’t remember which year, … Continue reading
11:24
That was my 400 meter swim time today. Perhaps the key phrase for calm confidence week is HELLZ YEZ. Feeling extremely confident about beating my 15 minute goal time for the tri. Still a little freaked about the waves and … Continue reading
Finish or Die Tri-ing 