Alzheimer's 5k Run PR

I ran the Alzheimer's 5k in 25:15 A PR!

Paces (According to Garmin):
1st mile 7:54
2nd mile 8:00-- Side Stitch started here and almost made me throw up.
3rd mile 8:13
Last .15 miles 1:08

Enough of that shit: A new attitude

Ok. Enough about excrement.

I am worried about my next few races. I haven't been training consistently. I am tired a lot. The heat is stifling. I feel lethargic and I sleep as much as possible. This has caused me a lot of anxiety-- "Am I ready? What if I get a flat tire? What if I fall down? What if the streets turn to pudding?" I have decided to re-frame my thinking about my upcoming races. I am doing them simply for pleasure.

• Blood, Sweat, & Beers 10 mile trail run= FUN in the SUN.
  
• Marin Century = Enjoy as many snacks at the rest stops as possible.
  
• Folsom Olympic Triathlon = I get to ride on the some of the same course as the Tour of California Riders.
  
• Napa Century = Stay an extra day and enjoy some wine tasting.
  
  and finally,
  
  
• HIT III Half Ironman= My first half ironman and I will do it with a smile the whole time.

It took me a little time to realize that I need to enjoy the training, enjoy the racing otherwise why continue? I started triathlon for two reasons: First, because it seemed that everyone in my life thought it would be a great big joke-- ha ha look at karen try to run, try to swim, try to ride a bike. I wanted them to show them there was no longer anything to laugh at. Second, I wanted to be fit--I wanted that spare tire (muffin top) gone, I wanted buff arms and I wanted my heart strong. But the reason to continue is more elusive. I've decided I need to enjoy my time out there on the bike, enjoy the freezing lake and enjoy the fact that my legs work pretty good and I can run and sprint just like when I was a little girl. I don't need to be fastest (& I won't be) but when I was 5 and running around the block, I didn't care that I was fastest-- I was just happy running.

That is the attitude I will attempt to take with me forward to every event and to every training ride, run, and swim. Really.

An Ode to Poop, Part Doo

Since at least a couple of you were disappointed in my earlier post “An Ode to Poop” for its metaphorical flavor, I’ve decided to do a real post on poo.

The information below was told to me in 11th grade by my high school physiology teacher. Ms. Noyes prefaced her lecture by stating, “we never talk about poop, so here is some information you should all know.” Thanks Ms. Noyes. Thank god Physiology was first period and not the period right before lunch.

“There are several things about poop that one should know.

It should float
It should be ‘mocha colored’
It should be six inches long (That’s what she said)
It should be solid (1 piece)
It should NOT leave skidmarks
There should NOT be identifiable food in it.
Everyone should go at least once a day.”

Never in my life, did I think I would be posting information about Poop. How far I’ve veered from the primrose path.

An Ode to Poop --Thursday Three

• In 22 years I can retire.
  
• My first swim back since May triathlon was an exercise in humility. How can someone loose so much fitness in 1 month?
  
• RR#1 thinks she's "too pretty to work" a la The Housewives of New Jersey. Sometimes I am glad that I am not linked via DNA to her.
  
  

Now for our regularly scheduled program

Due to the sucky "help" (and I use that term loosely) via blogger, I have been unable to post comments. I went online to 'accept' comments from you good people and to 'reject' comments from all the chinese spammers who apparently love my blog but was greeted to this error:

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