Sunday, November 30, 2008

Post turkey haze

Thanksgiving was very, very good.  Our friends made a spectacular feast, the wine was flowing, and my pie actually turned out edible and somewhat ok looking.  Ok enough for everyone to try a slice.  That's all I ask.

We even had some leftovers to bring home...which thwarted our previous plans to prepare our own little turkey meal this weekend.  After a couple of turkey sandwiches, we opted to throw the turkey back in the freezer.  It has officially become our Christmas turkey.  That will be a new tradition but I'm guessing by the end of December I may actually crave turkey again.  Maybe.  

I completely avoided all shopping on Friday.  I don't know about you, but I just don't understand the whole Black Friday extravaganza.  I love, love, love to shop.  However, here's the dark and twisty truth: I would rather get up at 4am to do a triathlon than head to the Best Buy store with half of Madison.  Believe me - I'd rather not get up at that hour to do anything, but I have a particularly hard time envisioning crawling out of my warm bed and into the harsh fluorescent lights so I can actually hand my hard-earned money over.  But then, I do my bargain shopping year-round.  I buy winter stuff in March and summer stuff in September.  I have a hit list of stores with the deepest discounts that I frequent when I am in need or want of anything.  

My husband likes to say "You don't have to buy it just because it's on sale."  

That, my dear, would be flawed logic.

This from the man who could open a bike shop in our basement.  His arsenal of parts include all kinds of very essential objects he has purchased on terms he commonly refers to as 'screaming deals.'  

"Do you know how much this would cost at full price?", he asks.

No, I don't even know what it is, let alone the going rate for that shiny piece of metal you are installing on that bike.   

In lieu of the shopping distraction, I cleaned the house Friday.  And since I am now in some sort of anti-running funk, Mr. IronMin went out for a 5 miler with our friend Brian while I mopped the floor.   I expected to feel guilty that I didn't go too.

I didn't.

This is how I know I need an intervention.  I have a problem getting motivated, and I just don't care.  

I'll come around.  Eventually. 

First, I need to go to the fridge to make a turkey sandwich.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving!

If you listen closely, very closely, and put your ear to the glass pane of your window...you can hear it.

The whoosh of time flying by.

It's got to be a whoosh, because I'm not sure how we got to the end of November.  So fast.  And now today is upon us - Thanksgiving Day.

I love Thanksgiving.  It starts with the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade on TV, or more accurately, the remote wars with my husband.  I turn on the parade, he switches it to something involving 2 teams and an epic battle over a ball...football, basketball...maybe even a puck.  Or a movie.  It's too soon to tell.  Right now it's a sneaky game - he goes to the kitchen to get more coffee, and I flip from 'Blades of Glory' to the parade.  Later, it will involve body tackling, running through the house holding the remote like the Olympic torch, and pitiful screams of "It's MY turn!  MY turn!"

And yet I still looked at the Black Friday deals and actually spoke the words, "It's a good deal, but we don't really need another flat panel TV."

I think this condition is commonly known as glutton for punishment.  

Tonight we are heading out to visit our friends in town and enjoy their Thanksgiving feast.  It will be a relaxing and low-key evening.  Of course, we still bought all the fixings & the bird to do our own T-Day extravaganza Friday or Saturday.  It's a tradition and a necessity.  Thanksgiving doesn't really count in my house unless you have a week's worth of turkey sandwiches as an encore.  Leftovers are mandatory.

In a little while I'll call Michigan and check in with the family.  I miss my Mom's incredible meal and hanging with the family.  Yes, I even miss the chaos.  

In the meantime, Mr. IronMin is getting ready to build a fire in the fireplace (he's stalled up at the moment watching a scene in 'Blades of Glory' but the second he heads outside for the wood, the parade is coming back on and just to make my point clearer, I may turn the volume UP even higher)...I'm going to make a pumpkin pie to take to dinner (wish me luck)...and we are going to spend the day being thankful.

Because we truly are.  

Monday, November 17, 2008

Old Man Winter

The first dusting of snow arrived in Madison this evening, officially marking what I consider to be the off season.  In reality, my off season started September 8th.  But the snow - no matter how light - signals the beginning of a more official off season.  The official beginning of Quality Basement Time.  

The basement is home to my wintertime appendages: The Trainer and The Treadmill.

That's a lot of T.

And not a lot of F-U-N.

Which translates into a boatload of T-E-A-R-S.

It's not that I won't run outside again.  I'm sure I will.  Honestly, the hardest parts of running outdoors in the winter for me are always: 1) Attempting not to overdress just because I think it's cold, and 2) Getting my lazy butt out the door in the first place.  And a couple of special issues to Madison...3) People who don't shovel their sidewalks, and 4) 102 inches of snow over a span of like 45 days.  

The rest is gravy...or as much as any other run can be described as such.  

Although I know I will still try to run outside, I'm also a realist and I can accept that somewhere between the end of daylight savings time and the start of serious midwest snowfall lies the beginning of Quality Basement Time.

I'm not going to lie - it's downright difficult to get motivated about the T's in my basement.  When I can think clearly about it, I am reminded that I am never more grateful for them than in the spring when I can get outside again and not feel like I am starting over.  The hard work put in under the dim lights of the cold basement transform into strength, confidence, and F-U-N in May.  

When I close my eyes on the trainer this winter, I know I'll see the IMWI course in my mind as I did a hundred times last year.  And when that first triathlon comes around in Galena next May, I'll be ready to test myself again.  

'Til then you can call me Mrs. T.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Turning over leaves

I've been on a bit of a rampage.  With all of my newfound free time (read: time not spent training), I have been organizing, cleaning, organizing, purging, and organizing the house.  It's been filling my evenings and weekends and I'm happy to report - progress is being made.  Normally a house project for me goes something like this:

Day 1:  (bound out of bed, running for the car)  Home Depot Ho!  Out of my way - I'm on a mission!  I need supplies STAT!

Day 2: This project is so easy...why didn't I do this ages ago?

Day 3: There's just too much to do here, maybe I should only do half right now.  I will never get this all done at once.  

Day 4: I'm just going to take a few days off and re-tackle it when I'm fresh and re-energized.

18 months later:  (after stepping over the remnants of the unfinished project for the millionth time)  Someone should really finish that project or move that stuff out of the way.  

 So far, home organization has not been derailed.  

However, the nagging of the treadmill has become deafening so tonight I finally gave in and fired it up.  We have been separated for about 6 months (WE WERE ON A BREAK) but now we're back in business.  It's almost like nothing has changed, but I'm not that naive.  My legs felt heavy, my breathing was hard, and my chest ached.  Yep - what we have here is a complete and total lack of fitness folks.

Hopefully I will make it past the 4 day mark on that project as well.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Awww, Schucks!

I voted.

And I didn't get the "I Voted" sticker.   I also didn't get a free Starbucks or free Ben & Jerry's.  I knew of neither missed opportunity until around 8pm on election night, which is just as well.  Freebies aren't why we vote.  In fact, I dare say freebies are a bit unconventional as incentives to vote.  I think we will all agree that the ability to exercise our constitutional right is incentive enough, thankyouverymuch.  

But the sticker would have been seriously cool.  

After watching the election results roll in at my friend Sarah's house where we staged an impromptu election party, I headed home across Madison and was awestruck when I had to navigate around crowds of people celebrating and parading through the streets.  It was incredible to hear the cheers and see that level of jubilation after an election.  I have only witnessed last minute in-street celebrations after major sports wins, so this was completely unexpected and truly special.  What a memorable night.  

Election Day brought another special surprise my way as well.  I was notified that my blog was named in the raceAthlete 10 Best Endurance Blogs of 2008

I am really quite blown away by this honor.  My blog commenced with my first experience volunteering at Ironman Wisconsin in September 2007 and quickly became my companion on my own journey to IMWI 2008.  I've relied on it to stay connected with family, friends, and fellow bloggers as well as to make some great new friends along the way.  I may not always know what to write, but I strive to write from my heart and be as honest as I can about the challenges, emotions, and milestones I experience.  I know that's what I appreciate from the bloggers I frequently read, and it's a privilege to be included in a list of some of the best blogs I've ever come across in my online travels.

The next step?  The 10 become 3.  Now you can vote for your favorite 3 blogs on the list.  I know you probably just voted yesterday but what better way to carry that election high just a little longer then by voting AGAIN this week?  

So, if enjoy reading my blog...please run right over to EverymanTri and check the box next to IronMin.  

Thank you for your support!

Monday, November 3, 2008

I Can't Wait

Tomorrow, first thing in the morning, before I even go to work (and let's face it, before I've even had my gallon of coffee)...I will stand in line and VOTE!

I'm very excited.  Despite all kinds of early voting going on around me - I have stayed the course and quite unlike me, I've been patient.  There is something so profound in the ritual of going to the polls on the actual day of election.  I think back to Student Council elections in high school.  I seemed to always be running for something, and waiting...waiting...waiting for election day to arrive.  Then waiting...waiting...waiting...for the ballots to be counted.  It's the closest I've ever come to "politics" but it's what I think of every election.  Candidates waiting for results.  On pins and needles wondering if they reached out to enough people.  Hoping they were clear enough on the major issues.  Wondering if enough people like them.  Sure we might think the guy running for President of the United States is beyond wondering if people like him, but let's be real - he's probably not.  They're just human after all.

And, it's my Mother's birthday.  So it's doubly special.

I know I shouldn't want anything in return for my vote.  However, I can't help but want one of these:


Hopefully, you do too!

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Yes, you can

I could never do something like that.  

I tend to struggle through my response and stumble over words whenever someone tells me this.    

While I was training for Ironman, it would come up a lot.  Not just in regard to the race itself, but usually when asked, "So, what did you do this morning for training?"  or "How long were you training this past weekend?" The day-in, day-out training time and distance generally elicited this response.

I could never do something like that. 

I didn't like to talk a lot about my training this year, unless I was specifically asked, because I didn't feel like what I was doing was anything special.  It always meant a lot to me - each milestone along the way reminded me of how far I've come just before it gave way to how far I needed to go.  Getting to Ironman was a personal journey for myself, as it is for so many people.  I never did it for bragging rights, and never talked about it strictly to get a reaction from people.  Everyone sets goals for themselves and no matter how different each one is, I believe we are all on an equal playing field for setting our sights on something that seems beyond our reach, putting our head down to do the work, and getting it done.  IM was simply my goal.  

After stuttering through lame responses, now the only thing I can ever think to tell someone is also the only truth I know.  Yes, you can.  You do it one step at a time.

My parents earned everything they have the old fashioned way - they worked hard for it.  I never grew up believing in "get rich quick" schemes or "I went from high school dropout to CEO in one month" ideas.  I was taught that anything worth having was worth working for.  If I wanted something badly enough, I needed to put in the time and do the work and it could be mine.  Nothing comes easy.

It's the same way in sport, but it's a lesson I also find I have to remind myself along the way.  We put a lot of stock in "natural talent" when it comes to athletes.  And certainly, to some extent our body compositions and genetics probably do play a role in the highest successes...say, if we're competing in the Olympics and have a body shape like Michael Phelps or if we're winning the Tour de France and have low lactate levels like Lance Armstrong.  But even if an athlete happens to possess a potential competitive advantage in their sport, the hard truth is that they are still doing the work - all of the work.  They suffer, sacrifice, and fight for it just like everyone else.  

I try to explain to newer friends that it took a year to get to Ironman, and I still only left 22 minutes on the clock behind me.  There were many, many steps to get there.  I didn't start out swimming 3,500 yds in a single session - it took 15 months to crank out that distance in my 1:15 class.  And those first 500 yds in February 2007 hurt.  My lungs burned, I was pissed that I was not in my warm bed but instead found myself in a pool at 6am on a winter morning (even if it was my own choice), and I felt like the world's worst and slowest swimmer.  

And the bike?  I never got comfortable on it.  I learned to tolerate it.  I actually even enjoyed it at times...but going from 16-20 miles in a session to over 100 miles at a time within 1 year is a not a plan I recommend.  The bike and I have a long way to go before our relationship can blossom, but it's worth the effort to get there.

The run is literally one step at a time.  In the beginning, it was Run 1 minute, walk 1 minute.  Then run 2 and walk 1.  And somewhere in the training it became Run 3 hours, but it's almost a blur on how it got to that point.  

 I don't know if completing a triathlon or running a marathon or riding a century is possible for everyone who tells me they can't - but I do know that if you would've asked me in August 2007 if I would finish an Ironman I would've looked at you like you were crazy.  You still would've gotten that same look in April 2008.  With every step I got a little closer to my goal because when you are working toward something you have never done before, there are no shortcuts.  Every single step counts.  

I also don't know if it encourages people or if they let it pass by them in conversation.  You do it one step at a time.  I hope they hear it in the back of their minds...that place where we mull things over even when we aren't consciously aware of it.  I hope that when they see a flier for a local 5K or when they are volunteering at the next Ironman they think, Maybe I can, instead of I could never.
  
It can be life changing to realize what can be accomplished after taking that first step.