Pemberton, Racing, Triathlon

In the hot seat: Gary Martin

The next local athlete I’ll be introducing you to is Gary Martin.  Originally from the UK, he and his lovely wife Zoé are super involved in the Pemberton community and this will be Gary’s first IM.

A talented graphic designer, I first met him through work and often pictured him rolling his eyes at me as I sent over yet another design request/change/variation and cursing me as a client!

More recently, I’ve seen Gary zip by my house every so often, looking super-focused and intense, and have often thought to myself that we should team up for some training, but read on and you’ll know why I’ve now been convinced to zip my lip.  I guess not everyone wants/needs a blabbermouth following them around!

See?  Total eye roll.
See? Total eye roll.

Tell me a little bit about yourself, you family and your lifestyle. How long have you lived in Pemberton?

I’ve lived in Pemberton since early 2008 having moved to Canada with my wife Zoé. I’m a graphic designer so spend far too long sat in front of a computer but try to make the most of my time away from the screen by enjoying the great outdoors and exploring this fantastic valley I get to call home.

Tell me about your athletic background.

I’ve always been very athletic and competed in judo, swimming and bmx before even getting to high school. From there I made the most of all of the opportunities to be on pretty much all of the school teams. Football, rugby, basketball, field hockey, athletics, you name it, I did it. During high school I was lucky enough to learn how to ski and then snowboard, my love for winter sports was born which is one large reason why I now live where I do.

What inspired you to try your hand at triathlon? When was your first race?

Having swam and run competitively as a kid and given my love of biking, triathlons have always interested me but there was no real opportunities to try them back in the UK. A buddy of mine got me interested in running marathons a few years ago so over the winter of 2008/9 I set to work and got training. Completed my first race in 3:40:00 and then came back a year later to run it a little quicker at 3:28:00. During the summer of 2010 the same buddy that got me running was looking for a swimmer to be part of a team for the Squamish Triathlon. That sounds like fun I thought so I grabbed my surf wetsuit and headed off to the lake to start training. Really enjoyed being a part of the race so decided that I would do the whole thing myself next summer. As a result in 2011 I completed my first ever triathlon again in Squamish with a time of 2:26:00.

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What drew you to Ironman in particular?

After my first triathlon in 2011 I decided that although it was fun it was over too quickly, my solution was to sign up for the 2012 Subaru West Coast Triathlon Series so completed my first Half Ironman Triathlon in Vancouver (4:48:00) followed by another in Sooke (5:10:00) and then an Olympic distance in Banff (2:23:00). After this busy summer I said to Zoé that she didn’t have to worry as I enjoyed the Half Ironman distance but had no desire to do a full one. This all changed however when Whistler confirmed that the race was coming to town and I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to race where I live and have trained for the last few years.

What has you most excited about taking the start at Ironman Canada 2014?

Sooke_Bike

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I’m ridiculously meticulous with my race preparation and every event I enter I like to pre ride, walk, run or drive the course. I’m so excited for the race as I know every inch of the course having trained on it over and over again. The course is so amazing and to be able to share it with other triathletes is so awesome having visited plenty of amazing places in my short triathlon career.

Do you have a particular goal for this race?

Yes, I’d love to finish in under 11 hours. Myself and three of my friends are also competing, we’re the Pan Pacific Whistler Ironmen. Two of us are married to the Pan Pacific while the other two work for the hotel brand. We’re trying to raise $10,000 for Canuck Place Children’s Hospice so also have this as a race related goal as well as trying to beat my three friends.

(Click here to find out more:  Canuck Place Children’s Hospice.)

 

Will you complete any races prior to Ironman?

Sooke_Swim

Yes, I’ve already completed the April Fools Half Marathon and have signed up for the Subaru West Coast Triathlon Series again. I’ll be competing in an Olympic distance in May over on Vancouver Island at Shawnigan Lake, a Half Ironman again on the Island in June in Victoria before a final Olympic or Sprint distance depending on how I’m feeling at the beginning of July in Vancouver.

How did you find training through the winter months? How many hours on average do you train per week?

After training through the winters for the Vancouver Marathon at the beginning of May I’ve actually learned to love winter training. Running in the winter rocks, snow, cold, -20°, awesome. Not so easy for the biking but a trainer in the garage with the iPad makes it bearable and swimming up and down, up and down makes no difference to the time of year. It’s been progressively building over the last month or two and I’m now up to about 15 hours a week.

Can you describe a typical day during a heavy training week?

They vary so much from day to day right now that there’s nothing typical about them to be honest. To give an idea of what I’ve been up to though last week I rode 250km, ran 50km and swam 10km along with a trip to the gym, the chiro and the physio!

Are you able to find balance with work, life and training or did “something have to give”?

Me_Snowboarding

So far its not been too bad although my wife did comment that she hardly ever sees my as I’m either sleeping, working or training. I’ll remind her of this in a few months time when training is over and she’s moaning about me being home all the time. I did pass on buying a season pass for Whistler Blackcomb as I really didn’t want either the distraction or risk of injury get in my way, good choice in the end after the mediocre season we had.

What do you consider your strength on race day? What about your weakness?

I consider my biggest strength to also be my biggest weakness. I love the bike and love the bike course but as a result I really need to make sure I don’t go too hard and remember that I still have a marathon to run. I got carried away at my first triathlon and had a great ride but a horrible run. This is why I love training on the course as I’m getting to know just how hard I can go and what gear I need on every kilometre.

What sporting/athletic accomplishment are you most proud of?

I was super proud when I finished my first marathon, growing up in the UK I always watched the London Marathon every year and always thought how tough it must be to run that far, I was right! I was also really proud with my result in Sooke in 2012. Given the lack of experience and the fact that I just found a training plan online and trained for six months on my own with no extra help it was so cool to see my name on the results list in 10th place.

What do you find most enjoyable about training? Is there anything that you dread?

So many people say that they find training lonely, this in fact is what I like most about both it and racing. Training with other people distracts me and stops me from focusing, a 20km run or 150km bike is a great way to clear your mind and not have to worry about anyone else. I wouldn’t have said there’s anything I really dread, I’d be lying if I said I look forward to the 4am alarm calls but I never dread them. I’ve really loved training this year and think I’ve actually only missed maybe 3 sessions this year and those have all been due to injury rather than dread.

What are you most looking forward to once you cross that finish line?

Being able to get back into the life I had before Ironman. Its a huge commitment to dedicate your life to such a big race. Having a cup of tea with my wife, taking our husky out for his bedtime walk, exploring Pemberton at the weekend with Nixon (our husky) and sharing a nice bottle of red, these are the things I’m most looking forward to getting back.

Any race-day superstitions?

Where do I start! When I said I’m meticulous I meant it. My superstitions and rituals begin the night before the race, haircut, shave (both my legs and face), spaghetti bolognese and layout all of my race gear. Early rise, walk the dog, roasting hot shower, breakfast, if these things don’t happen then let’s just say it messes with my mojo!

Name 3 things you can’t live without while training and racing.

Zoé pointed out her disappointed at being listed after my iPod and Glide in my 3 can’t live without things so here’s the order I think it might be best I list them in: The support of my wife, iPod and Glide.

If you could have your dream day – perfect racing – describe it.

A dream day would be a perfectly flat lake with comfortably warm water, endless kilometres of smooth black asphalt with no wind and blue skies and even more smooth black asphalt to happily run 42.2km on. The perfect day would then continue with a nice glass of wine on sunny patio with my wife and poopy dog, happy days.

If you could pick 3 dream sponsors, who would they be?

Cervelo, New Balance and Oakley. I was lucky enough to get a P3 last year and love it. NB has kept me going injury free for the last 6 years since I started running and I’m off to buy another pair this weekend after wearing another pair out. I’ve work Oakleys for years for my reading glasses and got a pair of a Race Jackets this year, so comfy, so awesome and so good being able to see and not have to stick contacts in my eyes.

If you could pick 3 dream training partners, who would they be and why?

There are athletes who I both respect and admire but like I have previously said I love to train alone so if I could stay solo for training that would be my dream.

What’s your favourite way to recover after a hard race or workout?

Smoothie, hot shower, compression tights. So many people I talk to about recovery love to eat, it takes me a while to feel hungry after a hard race or a workout so the smoothie does the important instant food and gets my through a few hours before I get my hunger on and eat like a horse. 

Race Report, Racing, Triathlon

Unremarkable.

That’s the word that circled my brain as I raced on Monday.

“Man, this is an unremarkable swim.” (Except that my goggles malfunctioned.  I suppose I mentally remarked on that.)

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This is what I like to imagine I look like when I swim.
This is pretty much what I look like to my competitors. 

“My legs feel unremarkable on this ride. I’m a little bored.”

My imaginary self.
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Pretty much my reality. The cat just needs to be replaced with a dog.

“Yep.  I continue to feel unremarkable.  Oh, she has her name on her bum.  I’m going to run her down. Still, kinda unremarkable.”

Surely this is what I looked like when I passed Ms. Name-on-her-bum.
Who am I kidding. This is more like it.

I couldn’t even come up with something somewhat clever to try to gloss over the fact that this race report would bore even me.

Long story short?  I don’t like sprints; totally out of my comfort zone.  That’s a lot of packing and fussing and organizing for 1 hour of effort.

I can safely say that it’s one and done for this year.

 

 

 

Race Report, Racing, Triathlon

The only flat part is the water.

The truth, as spoken by the lovely little old lady who handed me my packet at athlete check in at the Ironman 70.3 St-George.

Let’s break it down, shall we?

Road trip:

Goal: Eat decently.  Hydrate. Try not to stop too often to pee.

Reality: Achieved!

Truth.
Truth.

We left Vancouver Wednesday AM and busted south, Thelma-and-Louise style (without the felonies) for St-George, Utah.  We were alternately chatty, giddy and silent.  We passed through cities, tiny towns, giant wind farms and vast expanses of nothing.  Our butts went numb. We confirmed that satellite radio is highly repetitive (first world problem).  It was so great to finally pull into our hotel to find that it had a pool and that it was a cracking 34C. I immediately started worrying about getting sunburned.  And with good reason – my pasty self burned within 10 minutes on day 1 during our shake out jog.

Race Prep:

Goal: Don’t overthink it.

Reality: Totally overthought it.

Race Morning:

Goal: Wake up perky and ready to smash it.

Reality: Woke up grumbling about how much I hate triathlon.

There’s nothing fun about a 4AM wake up call.  It doesn’t matter how early you go to bed the night before.  We choked down breakfast and hopped on the buses bound for the start line by 5:20AM.  Since my wave didn’t start until 7:45AM, this meant that I had a solid 1.5h to fret and apply 17 layers of sunscreen.  Several people felt it important to point out to me that I was pretty pale and should apply sunscreen. Thank you for stating the obvious.  However, no one offered to do my back.  Sigh.

Luckily, I had Bobby to hang out and ogle the pros with.  Finally, it was time to wander to the start at Sand Hollow and pee in my wetsuit.  Wait, what? I didn’t do that.  Pssh.

Swim:

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Me and Bob not too frozen

Goal: Avoid drowning. Swim under 40 minutes.  Aim for a straight line and good sight lines.

Reality: Didn’t Drown.  Swam 37 and change.  I think I swam a pretty straight line.  Punched some poor guy in the face.  So much for perfect sighting.

Definitely need to work on focus and tempo in the water, but considering how much I’ve been swimming and how scared I used to be of open water swimming, I’ll take it.  And my feet and hands didn’t freeze off!  I was surprised by how many people I caught and swam through and how many people were clinging to crafts and/or backstroking.

Bike:

Goal: Don’t crash. Ride 2:45. Pass everyone who swam by me. Don’t get a sunburn.

Reality: Didn’t crash.  Rode 3:02.  Passed a whole lot of people, especially on the climbs.

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Do you see now that I mean about the pasty?!

In the lead up to this race, everyone was talking about how hard this ride was, all the hills, oh my god the hills, have you seen the hills?  THE HILLS! THE HILLS!

We decided not to drive the course because hey, you don’t know what you don’t know.  As I was waiting for my swim start, I saw Keats who works for Ironman.  His tip?  Watch out for cows at mile 5.  So that’s what I did — instead of focusing on getting settled in for the ride and finding my race pace, I spent the first 5 miles looking for cows. Then I’m pretty sure I spent the next 51 miles looking at the scenery, fidgeting and contemplating my navel.  I had the focus level of a fruit fly.

I was very happy that I was able to set aside my vanity and decided that instead of racing in my fancy SOAS ambassador kit, I went all white and covered my arms.  Smartest thing I did all day as I think it prevented me from turning into a piece of bacon.

I finally zoned in around the infamous Snow Canyon – the climb everyone had been panicking about.  In all my years of racing, I’ve never seen anyone walk their bike mid-race, so this was pretty entertaining, as I spun by about a dozen people walking and another dozen drunkenly zig-zagging across the road.  That climb really wasn’t bad at all, these poor souls ought to come to Whistler!  I could have done without the bumpy pavement. Clearly, I’m a  princess.

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Somewhere pretty near the course

By mile 80, I was ready to sell my bike to whoever offered me $5 and a cold Coke.

Run:

Goal: Don’t think about my ankle.  Aim for a 1:47.  Try to look alive.  Don’t fry in the sun.

Reality: Took a while to find my legs.  Managed to nicely negative split this run.  1:52 and change.

I’ll give the race this: that was definitely the toughest half-iron run I’ve ever done. Again, I’m grateful we didn’t drive it – it was very, very hilly.  But I like hills, so I had that going for me.  It took forever though for my brain and legs to engage and acknowledge that we were racing, not just cooling down after the ride.

Mile 1: stop to help a woman who crashed her bike about 10 feet away from me in a very spectacular fashion.  Amazingly, she walked away with only stitches.  I thought she’d broken many body parts.  It was one of those scorpion crashes through the air that contort the body in a way that only Cirque du Soleil performers should attempt. I’m glad she’s ok.

Mile 2: Pee break.  Seriously? I’ve never done that before.  Guess I nailed my hydration on the bike. I contemplated just hiding out in the porta potty because at least in there it was shady.

Mile 3: stand around and re-apply sunscreen at the aid station.  The lovely volunteer told me I looked like I needed it.

Mile 6: Someone handed me a Freezie!  I love you, whoever you are.

Mile 7-13.1: No one else passed me, I ran down lots of people, cheered on competitors, ate ice, found the only tree on course and crossed the finish line feeling strong and thankful to get the hell out of the sun (are you sensing a theme here?)

End result

5:38 and change.  Not my best, not my worst.  Pleased with some parts, most parts need a lot of work.  And apparently, based on how long my transitions took, I could have spent some time doing my nails or taking a nap since I was in there for so long.

The long and short?  Tough but fair course.  Really pretty scenery.  Fun road trip.  I need more training.  Time to sharpen up.  Turns out you can’t really step away from racing for 3 years and then go on to pretend like you know what you are doing.

Here’s to the next one!  Planning started about 25 minutes after Liz , Kelsey and I reunited post-race.  That’s how we roll, I guess!

Race Report, Racing, Running, Travel

April Fools Run

We arrived at the start line with plenty of time to warm up and each of us had a good game plan in hand.  Unexpectedly, the pack took off quickly and almost immediately splintered.  Everyone was feeling strong but we all had different goals and clearly, there were some of us who were better trained than others for this kind of event.  After taking an early lead, 2 of the 5 us started to flag and had to take shelter. The finish line seemed further and further away and, personally, my stamina was failing me.

Eventually, our group reformed and we were all able to finish together and compare notes.

Oh wait… that’s not Sunday’s run report… That’s Saturday’s shopping report.  Damn it! I always get the 2 mixed up.

Anyway.

April Fools Run.  Right.  The “real” purpose of this Mom’s Gone Wild getaway!  And by wild I mean we went shopping without any kids, had dinner in a adult restaurant, sat in a hot tub without anyone hanging off my neck and I was asleep by 9:21pm.  The shopping destroyed me. 5:45am sure comes quickly when you are in a cozy hotel room… 

I’ve never run this race before but it’s quickly found itself at the top of my “will do again” race list.  It’s a pretty course, it’s hilly, it finishes on the ocean and there were almond croissants at the finish line.

The long and short of my race went something like this: warm up; start.  Go up.  Go down.  Turn right.  Go up.  Go down.  And down some more.  Then down really fast.  Then up again.  And so on and so on until I crossed the line, wheezing, in Sechelt.

I am pleased with my run. 3rd place in my AG secured me some funky mug to bring home for the kids to fight over!  (Let’s go ahead and clarify that my time was leagues behind the winner and runner-up in my age group.  And that’s ok!  Those are some very fast ladies).  It didn’t rain and I very nearly PR’d.  Guess I shouldn’t have wasted all those precious seconds high-fiving the volunteers.

Oh, who am I kidding.  I totally should have.  It’s more fun that way.

I have decided that the key to my success is stuffing my face continuously the day before (which also happens to be quite fun).  That and running without a watch.  And not overheating (no photo evidence available of my translucent legs).

And chasing down some guy dressed as the GingerBread Man.  I mean, I’ve been beaten by Minnie Mouse before but the GingerBread Men?  Oh hell no.

 

 

Biking, Kids, Racing, Running, Triathlon

March Break Musings

It’s March Break in this part of the world.  2 weeks.  16 days, actually.  I’m not entirely sure why the school board feels this is a good idea, but they do.  Apparently, there’s an annual survey that goes out to parents asking us if we want this extended break.  Interestingly, I’ve never 1) seen said survey and 2) met a parent who has ticked the “hell yeah I want my kids home for 2 weeks in the middle of winter while I scramble for childcare and overpriced camps!” box.

Conspiracy?  I think not.

Where’s the damn plane?!

I gave up wine and chocolate for Lent this year.  Clearly, I’d forgotten that Lent coincides with the aforementioned 16 day break.

#schedulefail

44.

That’s the numbers of days left till I dip my toe/jump in head first to my first triathlon in a hell of a long time.

Sidebar: if it’s been that long, can I still call myself a triathlete? Discuss.

I am a combination of excited, apprehensive, confident and terrified.  It’s fun, really!

Training is going well, though not without its ups and downs.  My shoulder continues to annoy the crap out of me most days.  Somedays I feel like I am a little rocket ship, others I feel like a super sloth.  Motivation drives me some days, other days it totally evades me (like when it’s raining and grey and oh look!  squirrel!)  I get distracted easily.

I’m back home after a few days at UnCamp with Lizzie (and Henry).  We failed miserably in our attempts at Tweeting and Selfie-ing our progress.  We have a lot to learn in that department of professional triathlete-dom.  If you want to know what training camps should really be like, do yourself a favour and read her latest post on the topic.

Our own camp went well.

  • I didn’t cry into my goggles.
  • The coach on the pool deck said “Wow, that’s fast!” to me (let’s just gloss over the fact that she was referencing my speed compared the grandma in my lane.  I’ll take it).
  • I made silly nutrition choices (who needs calories when you have sunshine and air!)
  • We rode into wind and up and down hills.  It was fun to tour all the homes in West Vancouver that I could never afford.
  • I remembered how much I like to ride outside.
  • I chased Lizzie’s bum at running intervals.
  • We earned that damn beer and burger.

I got that giddy feeling you get when you finish a hard workout and you can’t quite believe you did it.  I missed that feeling.  Welcome back, fitness.  Been a while.

Anyone have any must-sees/dos/stops between Vancouver and St-George, Utah?

In kid news, Will turned 8.  Rory lost teeth.  Anja skied the Blackcomb Glacier.  Average month, really.

 

Racing, Running

Kaboom!

2 years ago, when I ran the Vancouver First Half, I’d made a prediction to anyone who’d listen: I was either going to run a PR or I was going to explode trying.

That time, I succeeded.  I ran an 8 minute PR and was super happy with how the day had gone.

This year, I made a similar prediction – though this time, it was mostly to myself.  I wasn’t as confident in my fitness, but I figured it was worth a shot.

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See?  I had big plans.

However, did you hear that loud BOOM right around 9:50 AM PST?

Well, that was me, blowing sky high just past the 15k mark.  One minute I was valiantly tethered to Liz’s butt and the next, Liz’s butt left me in the dust and my butt sat itself on the pavement.

Ok, so maybe it wasn't this dramatic.
Ok, so maybe it wasn’t this dramatic.

Ah well.  You win some, you lose some.  Others you make it partway like you wanted to then stumble home for the rest.  Then you go for coffee.

Nevertheless, here’s some fun tidbits from the race.

The Good:

– I didn’t quit.  Never before have I wanted to DNF from the word GO! like that before.  So I can say I won that mental battle.  You know when you know that it’s just not going to happen?  Yeah.

– It was sunny.  The weatherman had predicted this:

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Maybe you can’t tell that there’s a windy monsoon happening on my head?

– My stomach remained intact.

– My brothers and I were able to hang out for coffee at the finish line.  With wee Finn!

– Liz is running very, very well.

The Bad:

– I sat down on the road in the middle of a half-marathon.  Who does that?!  Me, apparently.

– I regret not wearing at least one earphone of music to distract me from my internal monologue which went something like this:

:30s in

“Uh Oh.”

1m45s in

“Oh Canada, our home and native land…” (on repeat)

“Hey, it’s warmer in Sochi than it is here”.

“How in God’s name is that person in a puffy coat not dying?”

“Boat.”

“Hill.”

“Bridge.”

“Liz is skinny.”

“What time is it?”

1h00 in

“Stop.”

“Don’t stop.”

“Stop.”

“Don’t stop”

(repeat loop endlessly)

1h30 in

      *weeps internally*

And so on.

In the end, I finished, my time was ok and a few hours later, nothing hurt except for a blister.  All’s well that ends well, I suppose.  There’s some work to be done and rookie mistakes not to repeat.

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I don’t think this is what my physio had in mind when she says I need to work on my butt.

I was granted a massive reality check that afternoon when I spent the afternoon in the hospital with a friend who’d undergone her 3rd knee replacement surgery in 6 years.  I’ll quit my whining henceforth.

Onwards!

Edited:

Thanks to a snowstorm that shut the highway home till past my bedtime, I was able to spend Monday morning like this.

Mondays never look like this and it's awesome.
Mondays never look like this and it’s awesome.

 

Day-to-day life, Family, Pemberton, Racing, Random, Skiing, Whistler

‘Twas the season and all that.

Sitting at the counter, surrounded by bits and pieces of Christmas and New Year’s detritus.  1 kid at daycare, the other 2 playing outside with a friend in what can only be called an honest to goodness downpour.  Welcome 2014!

So… whatcha been up to these last few weeks?  I wish I could think of something riveting to say but I can sum up the last 6 weeks in bullet points and pictures.  Hurray for the iPhone camera feature!  Otherwise I’m pretty sure my memory would erase 87% of the daily stuff that goes on in these parts.

– Ski school, blessed wonderful ski school has resumed for 2/3 kids.  That means we can now all ski together.  And that also means we don’t fit on one chairlift (cue the “I want to ride with Mama/Dada!” arguments).

-I couldn’t really hack retirement.  Back to work!  Thrilled.

-I’ve tackled some more structured training in light of some looming races (damn you, foolish near-unachievable goals!)  It feels good to shift into a routine.  And hey!  I can almost swim!  And I’ve remembered what it’s like to sweat on the wind trainer.  GTs.

-Contrary to all the lovey-dovey, 2013 was so wonderful #lucky13 posts I’ve read lately, I am not at all sad to see this year end.  It was a frustrating one for me and I’m ready to move into even numbers.

-Speaking of the New Year, I’m not one for resolutions but I suppose I resolve to eat better (hahaha – I say that every year) and to spend at least one weekend every month totally unplugged.  I think even I can manage that.

In kid news, this 2 week/3 weekend Christmas break with very little snow is kind of kicking my ass.  They might be loath to admit it, but I think even the boys are ready to head back to school.

A few of the latest Anja quotes:

“Mama, when you were on your trip, I was looking at the ground and then I splattered my face on the ground.”

Me: “Can you be quiet?” Her: “No.  My heart doesn’t like that so I listen to it.”

“Mama, elephants do not wear bathing suits.”

And lastly, a round up in pictures, in no particular order.

 

Biking, Racing, Running, Triathlon

Laki.

Laki means lucky in Hawaiian.

And that’s what I am.  Lucky.  And a bit spoiled.  But I can certainly appreciate it, and will never take this kind of thing for granted – ever.

This week, I’m in Maui with Liz and her family.  I came for a mental break and I have sun, my bike, good friends, surrogate parents, a baby to squish and books.  What more can I ask for?

Poolside morning coffee?  Ok, why not.

I know this is a holiday, but somehow I feel a teeny bit less guilty if I call it a triathlon training camp (or as Lizzie and I are calling it, Ground Zero 2014).  It feels good to get back on my bike – especially when my bike isn’t going nowhere in my dark garage; to run and to really sweat, and to contemplate swimming (I’m not cleared to properly swim yet.  It’ll come).  Look out, St-George, you might not be an epic fail after all…

Day-to-day life, Kids, Racing, Running

In the trenches

I bow down to you, full-time stay at home moms.  Seriously.  I’m onto day 4 and I’m exhausted.  Work was so… quiet.

Don’t get me wrong: I love the extra time I get to spend with my kids.  But I have never met 3 people who verbalize their every feeling quite like my kids – and in particular, the smallest one who quite literally never. ever. stops.

RIP, job.
RIP, job.

This happened, and it was awesome:

 

Dixie Chicks.  2nd to last row.  So fun.
Dixie Chicks. 2nd to last row. So fun.

Then the next morning, this happened:

Can you see the flu starting to creep into my head?  I can.
Can you see the flu starting to creep into my head? I can.

3a SEAWALL START  - 43rd JCSWR - The Arthritis Society - Sombilon Photography-31-WEB

The I got strep throat and that totally sucked.

Then this happened:

They are #WBsnowready
They are #WBsnowready

I guess that means it’s game time.