tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32860773384552099512012-01-27T22:52:30.914-10:00SSBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072890393018732362noreply@blogger.comBlogger2621100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286077338455209951.post-26847927218880576072012-01-18T19:16:00.000-10:002012-01-18T19:16:36.813-10:00

It took me 45 minutes to walk limp a 1/2 mile today.  I haven't walked that slow since right before I received 4 IV bags in the med tent.  A college kid asked if I needed help carrying my books.  I didn't, I needed help walking. You don't usually sprain your foot swimming.  I decided to wear fins on my ocean swim today.  For the whole thing.  Dumb move.  I felt fine for about 30 minutes after

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It's been a productive weekend so far.  First date #3 is done.  I like him.  Bike ride done. Personal time trial/power testing with the sunrise to take your mind off how much I wanted to puke!  Now I'm enjoying the perfect smoothie (1 apple, 1 pear, 1 whole lime (rind and all), 1/2 a bunch of celery, 2 cups frozen strawberries, 1 frozen banana, handful or two of spinach, 2 cups water...into the

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Have you ever seen anything so happy about diet food? Springer is on a diet.  She doesn't seem to mind.  It simply meant switching her dog food to one with fewer calories.  That's easy.  I'm supposed to start keeping track of how much she eats too.  I've been a bad dog mom and have free fed her.  Even though I knew she overate.  Harley was good about free feeding.  He ate more when he got more

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Yesterday started with another amazing Mokes swim.  It wasn't on the schedule, but with these in your (friends) back yard how can you not want to swim there.  It was rougher than it looked.  And the swimming treadmill was in effect for at least 1/3 of the swim...in each direction.  Seriously there was a point where the current just shifted. And there were swells. And chop.  But the water was

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This weekend is fabulous.  Starting with a swim to the Moke's.  The water was awesome. Clear and not too cold.  Tons of people were out kayaking and surfing.  Tons of five or six honu were out chilling.  We were the only swimmers. Then I found my mantra for the year.  In a nail salon of all places.  This was the first color I picked up.  Purple with gold glitter.  #pretty. I looked at the name

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Maybe I'll write a whole blog post on the date.  Or maybe I'll start a blog about my year of 50 first dates.  But I'll give you the short version now.  I didn't paint my toenails for the date.  I don't think he noticed.  Things he said that made me go hmmm... "Do you play online video games?"  Things he said that really made me go hmmm... "I've learned they ruin relationships".  Things he said

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It's not that I forgot I had a blog, I mean, I kept checking it and nobody was posting anything, then I remembered it was my blog.  I was supposed to post things.  I had ideas about blogs, lots of good pictures for the blog, but lacked the time to sit down to blog.  Then I found myself thinking "I should to blog" and I realized that if I thought it was something I should do, I didn't want to. 

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Today was the Honolulu Marathon.  And I set a PR.  I slept through (well) over 50% of the finishers finishes.    And I slept longer than the last place person took to finish I think...(they are still out on the course...13+ hours after the start). I slept about 20 hours last night because I was sick last week.  I knew it was coming on.  But there was little I could do.  I blamed my vitamin "C"

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The word of the week is 'cornucopia'.  Doesn't it just sound like Thanksgiving?  I think I used it 10 times before 8AM today.  I got a lot of weird looks. A lot has been going on.  I'm training regularly.  Feeling pretty good about it too.  I put the metric measuring tools back on this week.  I lack power.  And I run slow.  But it's better than where I thought I was.  And it's leaps ahead of

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My internet is down at home. And the next available appointment is the day before Thanksgiving. So for $1.99 I downloaded the Blogpress ap to blog. It's amazing how much real work I get done without the internet at my house. And how many trips to Starbucks I've made to do more real work. I'm still not buying coffee. But a man bought me a coffee the other day. He said he thought it was awesome I

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Almost any given Sunday in Hawaii.  A run with a double rainbow over the valley. And then Duke's on Sunday. This is the first year I'm going to have an "off" season.  I always enjoy an off season, of no structured training, very little training, a lot of eating and drinking, and some extra lbs gained.  That's what I did the last two months.  It allowed me to focus on helping my mom, putting in a

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Or down.  This morning I took Jack on his first run since IM Louisville.  He's a bit out of shape. At 4 miles he took advantage of the red light to rest.   Fortunately that was at the end of my street.  Unfortunately my street is uphill. Before that he also took advantage of the fountain at 2.5 miles to rest. And the spigot at 1.5 miles. And the fountain again at 3.5 miles.  Of course Jack wasn't

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Turns out I've been 'suffering' from migraines for a lot longer than I thought.  After having a melt down two weeks ago in the presence of a doctor who said "do you suffer from migraines?" and "when was the last time you felt this way?" I started to piece things together. The migraine happened 3 days after I returned from the mainland.  And almost immediately after I got some bad news about my

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All the blog posts I started to write condensed into 1-2 lines each. Migraines.  They suck.  I'm having them.  But having them frequently made me realize I didn't get sick from drinking and puke on someone's feet.  I got sick from a migraine and puked on someone's feet.  And I feel good about that. Cancer.  Saying "no evidence of disease" sounds like good news.  Until you write it this way "we

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This morning when my mom was in surgery I started write a post about how this blog wouldn't become a cancer blog, but that it might be the focus of it for a while.  I talked to my mom yesterday and we talked about the possibility of a whole other diagnosis coming from the surgery.  How it might answer questions or it might give us more questions etc... I was trying to prepare myself (and my mom)

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Who cares about the tacos?  I came here for the margaritas.  Whoa.  It's been a while.  Over 2 weeks.  Not a lot's been happening.  Mom's having surgery on Thursday.  I fly home on Friday.  She gets out of the hospital the following Tuesday.  And I become her caretaker.  It's been a struggle.  Accepting that.  I'm the independent one.  In other words, I'm not used to anyone depending on me.  I've

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Sometime this week I'm supposed to start the elimination diet.  Except this weekend I kept calling it the extinction diet.  Or the exclusion diet.  What ever it is.  I'm supposed to start it this week.  It's supposed to help me figure out why I have had major GI problems for the last couple months.  I asked if it eliminated stress and the doctor said no.  I don't think it's going to work then.  I

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A few months ago I went to the doctor and she asked "do you have a family history of cancer?".  I said no. The next time I go to the doctor I can no longer say "no".  My mom has cancer.  The obvious question is what kind.  We do no know.  The doctors do not know.  She's been poked, prodded, scanned, and examined in every possible way over the last moths.  She has a rare form of cancer called

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I was planning on my goals post.  But I'm sick.  I've had a fever for 2 days. It's only 100 today, down from 101 since Thursday.  And I have thrush.  Not enough sleep.  Too much stress.  And a four day thing of prednisone last week. I'm 75% better.  I hope tomorrow will be at least 90%.  I'm hoping Tylenol and beet beer will help. Anyway.  I'm here. I'm racing tomorrow.  I plan on starting the

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The history of my top 10 lists and previous lists are here.  And here.  And here. And here.  I think that's all of them.     10.  I got drunk and signed up. 9.  The race wheels had cobwebs. 8.  I thought liquid nutrition meant beer. 7.  There might not be an In and Out Burger, but there is White Castle. 6.  Papa John is from here.  Well, the pizza chain really started in Jeffersonville, IN.

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After Duke's on Sunday I headed to Ohio.  I made it in time to take the nephews to school on Tuesday.  One in first grade and one in kindergarten. I'm not sure what's a better caption for that photo.  1.  Tommy:  This is my first day of kindergarten.  I'm going to my big brother's school.  Preston:  This is.... not what I had planned.  2.  One future Auburn football head coach and one future

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I have a black eye.  I also have a fat lip. But it's a lot harder to see.  And technically the bruise is red not black. Fortunately the day after I got the black eye my Maui Jims showed up 100% repaired. For free.  I love Maui Jims.  And not just because they hide the black eye. I played around with the different lens options for instagram. Nashville hides the black eye best.  Nashville =

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For the past month I've had the most negative attitude towards IMKY.  If my friends bring it up I either yell at them or tell them to stop talking about it.  People are all asking me how my training is going.  I've been getting really really bitchy about it.  I. do. not. want. to. talk. about. it.  Mostly because I hate riding the bike.  I've been coming up with any and every excuse to slack off

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I missed Taco Tuesday this week.  School does that.  These week long classes are good in that they are over in week.  But they suck because class from 6-10PM every night for a week (after 8 hours on Sunday) can really drag ya down.  Along with not being allowed to eat in class, the building is air conditioned like a meat locker.  I'm sure someone won an award for designing the AC system so 

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 Saturday was a swim race.  The ocean looked awesome. I chose the WRONG line.  And then realized it and decided to swim to the outside. But then stayed in the middle. All by myself.  Swimming alone against a current.  But it was pretty. Then I tried a bike ride.  5:30 turned into 3:30 and laying in the back of my truck with my feet up for over an hour.  One of these days I'll learn I can't ride a

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Lately my Tuesdays have looked something like this: Three lap of Tantalus with Two times Twenty minutes Threshold Then Taco Tuesday  Three Tacos.  Sorry no photos.  I ate them too fast. Not sure how I got a picture of that.  I drank it fast too. Two or Three four margaritas Yesterday the bill came and it looked like this.  For Two of us. It was wrong.  We had Two fewer margaritas than we were

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Another Saturday swim race.  The water was great.  I saw a turtle.  Then I realized I needed to see more feet in front of me so I stopped lollygagging.  I felt like I was swimming straight.  And I was.  Until I couldn't decide who's feet to be on.  One gal went outside.  One gal went inside.  I swam back and forth between them.  They showed up at the buoy at the exact same time.  And then I lost

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I'm getting in the training groove.  Starting to see some results.  Earlier this week I swam a set faster than I ever have before.  I just went 5 seconds after the guy in the lane next to me (there was a guy ahead of me in my lane, but he was going on the 'lap everyone in the pool' interval).  I decided my goal for each rep was to catch the guy in the lane next to me. And I did.  So not only did

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Saturday: A swim race.  Sponsored by the International Gay and Lesbian Aquatics Association. Gay men are much nicer to swim with than women.  I was 2nd in my AG. Long run success.  Waimea Bay to Turtle Bay.  Two hours of hot and humid running with intervals. Thanks to the bartender at the Turtle Bay bar who gave me a cup of ice. And then didn't say anything when I poured it in my bra. Turtles

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I was completely unmotivated to run a whole bunch of 400s at the track this week.  I put it off.  And off.  And off.  And then I decided that any run is better than not running at all.  And I knew that any run would make me feel better so I found the Garmin (somehow tucked behind a couch pillow... on a couch I don't sit on, but Springer does.  Hmmm....) and the shoes and headed to the track.  I

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Car ride.  And the truck is so loaded I get to sit in the front seat.  This is gonna be a great trip. We're getting close now.  She can smell the cow patties. I planned on her sleeping in my truck with me.  But she had some nasty gas so she was banished to great outdoors.   Day two.  She's starting to show signs of being tired.  But she just wouldn't stop asking for demanding attention. Wearing

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Springer, the gecko and I are going camping this weekend.  The gecko hopped a ride and we found him (or her) clinging for dear life about the top of the Pali.  Springer noticed him first.  She attacked the windshield from the inside.  I almost wrecked my truck.  The gecko is welcome to come along for the trip.  He won't be lonely because there are a couple other geckos that will be hanging with

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Alternate title:  OMG.  I blogged. Could I live up to my race number and make it a three-peat? Did a little sprint triathlon on Sunday.  I had high hopes for the race.  I won it last year.  And the year before last.  But I had lower expectations for the race.  I knew it was going to hurt.  I'm a believer in setting high goals for myself.  But they must be achievable.  So even though I had hopes

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I didn't get into Kona via the resident lottery.  But that's okay.  I'm planning on qualifying at IM Louisville.  I know that with the right training and a good race I'll have a good shot.  Training started Monday.  10 1/2 weeks away.  I'm looking forward to it.  I even convinced Von to race too.  You might remember she talked me into signing up.  But then she emailed me and said she wasn't sure

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Now that recovery week is over, I guess I'll write my race report.  You know that saying "Don't try anything new on race day"?  Uhm.  I should have followed it.  After explaining what happened to my sister she said "so that one thing blew your race?"  Yep.  One little thing like a change in bottle placement blew my whole race.  It's a long report.  But there are a LOT of pictures. All of me.  I'm

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Laura posed a question the other day.  Is exercise down time?  Or is it something you feel obligated to do every day.  I answered neither.  I like to do it and I want to do it.  But I don't feel like I have to do it.  Nor is it down time.  My downtime is usually random projects (crafts or cooking) or sitting on my butt in front of the TV, computer or my Kindle.  Oh, or playing Words With Friends.

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I'll write my race report later this week.  I'm still going through all the pictures from the race.  But I'm home from the Big Island.  It was a nice little vacation.  For the last four years I've stayed in Puako.  I love that little town.  There's a general store that has just about everything you need. We stayed in a condo right next to the General Store.  Not that any of the houses are all

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Friday morning.  That palm tree barely moved all day.  Hoping for the same today. It's the day before the race and there is no wind.  I really hope it's not just taking an easy day before the race.  A little wind would be nice.  But the gusts of 30+ can stay away.  Today was low key and relaxing.  I did my best to stay away from people who were stressing and going crazy over things.  I don't

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I haven't been blogging because I haven't had any good pictures.  There were things to blog about like when I joined Boca for their four laps of Lanikai and Kailua Beach Park workout.  I was testing out my race outfit.  It was a good thing I did.  Because my old favorite DeSoto micro tri shorts are a little threadbare.  One person on the run told me.  And two people told me on the ride home.  One

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Yesterday I did a hard interval bike workout as most of my long ride.  Laura wanted company on her long ride so she met me and we did the intervals.  I had get my jolt of caffeine so we stopped at the Hygienic store in Kaneohe.  Which means we stopped at the 7-11 across the street.  I'm not sure why they call it the Hygienic Store, it sells stuff just like the 7-11.  It's just an Oahu cycling

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Except me.  I probably go into a Starbucks every other year.  I'm not a coffee drinker.  Or other warm beverage drinker.  Or really sugary beverage drinker.  I like water and Diet Coke.  And of course beer and wine.  I have to be very cold, hungry, tired, and cranky to want something from Starbucks.  Okay, so if I'm cold, hungry, and tired I'm usually cranky.  But I went into one today.  And I

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There's no hidden meaning in that title.  It's just been raining pouring in Hawaii.  And I've been riding the trainer. I know there are a lot of people who ride outside in the rain because what will they do on race day if it rains.  Blah. Blah. Blah. I know I can ride in the rain.  But I want to get the best workout I can.  And trying to ride specific watts requires a little more focus than

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It was a good thing I got my swim in early today.  We had quite the light show over Oahu tonight.  Lightning hit my neighbors tree and I'm pretty sure that was some of the loudest thunder I've ever heard.  It started at 3PM.  A rumble off in the distance.  It was still sunny.  But the dark clouds were rolling in.  And then the power went out.  My laptop had 24 minutes of battery time left.  And

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Sounds like a stretch.  But it's not.  I've spent most of my adult life running and training for running events.  So it's not unusual that I can remember where I was on significant days by what my next race was. In 2001 I was training for my fourth or fifth Marine Corps Marathon.  I love that race.  I didn't  know how to train.  I ran almost every day.  Usually 3-5 miles.  Sometimes 9.  I'd run

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I came home from the Big Island with a cold.  As soon as I stepped in my house I started sneezing.  And I really haven't stopped.  It's my fault.  Usually I'm very (obnoxiously) cautious when I travel.  I neti pot obsessively.  Not this time.  And the vog was particularly bad.  So add that to my asthma and you get sick.  Fortunately the head cold is gone.  I cannot function with a head cold.  Now

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Whoa.  What a race.  I flew over to the Big Island Friday to visit with some mainland friends.  It just so happened that this weekend was also the State Cycling Time Trial Championship.  So I brought my bike.  I was pretty excited to get the bike on the Queen K and see what it could help me do. But first I realized what a PITA the Speed Concept is.  You can't just adjust anything.  Everything is

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Sort of like the freshman 15.  Most people who go on cruises gain 5-10 pounds.  It's easy to do.  Really.  I spent a summer working on a cruise ship.  I had full passenger status I just had to give one lecture a week.  So the rest of the week I ate.  And ate.  And ate.  And days I was in port I hiked.  And then got back on the boat and ate.  And ate.  And ate. This was before the Norwalk virus

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Took my new bike out for the first time today.  Tantalus Tuesday.  It was love at first climb.  Except that SRAM thing threw me for a loop and I wasn't able to shift into the big chain ring (which is why it's pictured in the small ring).  But we climbed the mountain for a warm up.  And maybe a little chasing some fast guys for a bit. Then headed down Round Top and back up part of Round Top and

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NO.  I'm not pregnant.  Even though I seem to be craving beets constantly.  My two favorite beet concoctions are- beet, strawberry, banana, lime, spinach smoothie (made with coconut water); and chopped beets, goat cheese, candied walnuts on endive.  Another good one is beet, green apple, and ginger juice.  Yum.  I'm still not sold on the beet tops.  But I have a plan for them.  BTW, I think fresh

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I jumped on the Tawnee and Ron beet band wagon.  I bought beets.  Growing up we had beets in the garden every year.  My mom pickled them. I think it's called pickling?  Maybe canning?  Or preserving?  So we had beets all year long.  We also had green beans.  And tomatoes.  And pickles.  And probably some other vegetable from our garden.  And we those hard boiled eggs that are canned with the

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Today is my birthday.  I don't usually get into the whole birthday thing that much.  But I'm excited this year.  I'm 39.  That means I'm one year away from a new age group.  I'm probably the only person in the world looking forward to turning 40.  Because that means Rachel and I are no longer in the same age group.  I started celebrating last night with beers at Duke's.  Love that place. And the

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Remember when I said I was giving up triathlon?  And then when I realized I'd be missing a HUGE party in Las Vegas after the 70.3 World Championships?  So I decided to race this year?  A couple weeks ago I realized that if I did qualify for Las Vegas I couldn't go.  I thought about ways to make it work, but it's not gonna happen.   My whole season was geared towards getting a slot to Las Vegas.  

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I can't believe I've already registered for two races in 2012.  The Great Aloha Run.  Where I will finish under 56:00.  Registration was $25 or something the week after the race so I signed up.  I'm all for cheap race entry fees.  And today I signed up for Ironman New Zealand.  Saturday March 3, 2012.  Yikes.  But it was only $560.  That's cheap for an Ironman race right? My 2011 training is

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Here's what happened in Take One.  I hope it's similar.  Funny, this time I also have a Crockpot full of chili ready to go.  And I stocked up on ice today (anticipating a couple ice baths in the next three days).  And picked up a case of beer for a party this weekend.  And some avocados and lime tostitos.  Turns out planning for a weekend of heavy training and a few parties is similar to planning

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A couple months ago I met Sally at the XTerra Trail Run World Championships.  I talked to her briefly, realizing later that she won the damn race.  She went on to win a marathon and qualify for the Olympic Trials, then she kicked ass at Rev 3 Costa Rica, etc.. .she was a rising star in the world of running and triathlon.  She left a couple comments on my blog and I left some on hers.  She was

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And Fat Wednesday.  And Fat Thursday.  You get the idea.  I'm feeling fat.  I know I'm not fat.  But I have more fat on me than I usually do.  So, I feel fat.  A while ago I wrote a post about this.  But I can't find it.  The gist of it was...I'm not fat.  But I want to drop a few (10) pounds before I race NOLA.  A guy I'm friends with argued I didn't have 10 pounds to lose.  I told him I did.  

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Especially if they are from the Barefoot Bar at the Hale Koa.  And I have three of them.  On an empty stomach. Dumb I know, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to meet an old (drinking) buddy from college out for a sunset mai tai.  Or three. Me with Iceman* Yeah, I'm wearing a cardigan.  It was cold. Then there was a little gathering of superheros to attend.  Earlier in the week I wasn't

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yeah yeah yeah.  I'm busy.  I'm in class every night this week from 6-10.  It sucks. A. Age: 35-39.  For one more year.  But the guys in my class insist I can't be old enough to have lived in Korea 31 years ago when I was 7.  (They really thought I did the math wrong and lived in Korea 21 years ago when I was 7).B. Bed size: Queen.  But really I miss my king size bed.C. Chore you dislike: riding

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We've had some really strange weather lately.  It hailed on Oahu two days ago.  Then there was a phenomenal lightning show with a lot of loud thunder.  Thunder and lightning are rare in Hawaii.  But when it happens it usually happens way out of the water.  Not this time.  It was right over my house.  There were lots of lightning strikes on the island.  And then yesterday was an earthquake.  I

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After I had a bite of pizza I felt a million times better.  I probably should have had something to eat after the race, but I was in a hurry to get home, showered, and to the beach.  Instead I got home and laid on the floor for two hours feeling like crap.  I eventually (in like 20 minutes) ate the entire pizza and came back to life.  Margaritas were had to celebrate the race and my coming back

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I didn't go under an hour.  But I'm very happy with my race.  I knew the under an hour goal was a stretch. But I threw it out there to help me meet my other goal of just being uncomfortable the entire race.  I don't like pain.  I don't like to be uncomfortable for very long.  I'm not good at suffering during races.  I have no mental toughness.  Basically, I'm a wimp. Especially when I have

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Tomorrow is the first race of my season.  The Great Aloha Run.  Last year I said I was going to train for it this year.  I didn't.  I will next year.  It's already on my calendar.  I have a goal to run under 56:00 at the race.  And that will take some training.  Since I'll never just train for the GAR, I've got to time it to when I'm training for something else.  Next year I'll be training for IM

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A couple weeks ago I got a massage.  At the end of the massage they gave me a bottle of water.  There was a quote on it.  It's not the hours you put into the work that matters, it's the work you put into the hours.  I think that sums up my outlook on life.  And this year my training is really reflecting that.  At first I was a little worried that it wouldn't work.  I didn't feel like I was doing

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I used to think I was impervious to the getting old thing.  Two years ago I was in the best shape of my life and kicking ass.  I thought the "I'm getting old" line was a crock of poop.  And then two weeks ago I bent over to pick up some poop at the dog park and threw my back out.  Painting had taken it's toll. I shouted "help, I've bent over and I can't get up."  Springer licked my cheek and let

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I guess I should apologize to anyone who stops by this blog to read about training.  It's sort of temporarily been transformed into the paint by numbers blog.  There's not much to say about training.  I'm not really training much.  I think last week I wrapped up a six hour training week.  And that was with the extra "the ocean is too nice not to swim in it" swim that the coach didn't have on my

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I think I'm finally recovered from the "Eddie didn't go" day. Friday started off rough. But I had a great swim workout. And then went downhill. I think it's because when I feel like crap I don't eat. So hangover, swim workout, no eating = miserable day. And Saturday wasn't much better. About noon I realized that I still hadn't eaten anything substantial and decided to go back to bed. And

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Guess what?  Another recipe.  Actually two.  I didn't just paint over the weekend.  I found some new recipes.  Gluten Free Banana Pancakes from Gluten Free Athlete.  And Minestrone Pesto Soup from A Year of Slow Cooking.  Both are awesome (the recipes and the sites)  Both are gluten free (again, the recipes and the sites). Both go great with Diet Coke.  And beer.  I had the pancakes for a late

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About a  month ago I decided  to put down new floors at my house.  On the way to the hardware store I decided to paint first.  I quickly thumbed through the 35 sample strips I've collected in the eight months that I've been debating what color to paint.  And I picked tranquil blue.  I liked the sound of it.  I imagined myself sitting in my living room feeling peaceful and happy.  I figured if I

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When they are made from sweet potatoes! For some reason my alarm went off  I got up at 4AM.  I'm used to having 4:30 AM conference calls on Friday.  I don't have those anymore.  Because I don't have a job anymore. I don't think I've vented on here about how awful the company I worked for is...how incompetent the management is.  But I'll just say this... there's not one sales rep in the company

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My sister gave me the book "Inside of a Dog" for Christmas.  It's a great book about how dogs think.  So I'll ask you... What's inside a dog? A couple pages of the book and a pair of Oakleys. I'm blaming the rain.  If it were sunny I would have worn them on my run.

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Riding through Waimanalo I saw a pile of puppies on the other side of the road.  I let out a squeal and yelled "Awwwww.... puppies!"  Somehow Debra missed them, but I made her turn around and go back.  I couldn't just ride by.  They were so cute.  Fortunately it was an easy ride, so I had time to stop and play. Too bad I didn't have a basket on my bike or I would have this little guy at home

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What do you get when you mix a can of black beans, three eggs and frozen blueberries?  Breakfast!  And my latest food obsession.  Sure you gotta add 3/4 cup of cocoa, teaspoon vanilla, couple tablespoons of yogurt, some flax meal and coconut oil.  I tossed in some chopped almonds too. Turned out to be some of the best brownies ever.   Thanks Gluten Free Athlete for the recipe*.  It's probably

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I'm pretty sure that's a label that should have been slapped on me at 12:00 AM New Year's Day.  (Maybe Christmas day and I would have avoided the Scootaround).  Since the year began I've... -Realized I was out of vacuum bags after I dropped 3 cups of chopped pecans on my kitchen floor -Spilled a bag of dog food in my laundry room -When I went out to buy vacuum bags I decided to buy a dozen eggs.

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On the second* day of Christmas I broke out the muscle relaxers.  I woke up this morning feeling like I had been hit by a truck.  Or a Scootaround. On the first day of Christmas I went out to run 12K.  From my house around Kapiolani Park and back.  It was gonna suck.  But I decided I'd run 12K every day for 12 days.  My clothes are on the more than a little too small side.  And I'm not going

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I have carpet burn on my tail bone.  From situps.  Really.  I know that's like telling people you got the hickey from your wetsuit rubbing on your neck.  I had carpet burn on my tailbone area before.  Back in college.  I did NOT get it doing situps.  I learned my lesson about that.  But this time I really did do situps.  On Monday.  And on Tuesday my tail bone area hurt.  It was on fire when I

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I went to Sam's Club to get my a sweatshirt for my brother for Christmas.  I know it's boring.  But I always get him one.  And he wears them a lot.  Last week I saw a really nice Timberland one at Sam's Club and I thought I bought it.  But after wrapping presents this morning and checking my car, my purse, my entire house (and finally my receipt), I realized I didn't buy it.  That was all that

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There's a new puppy at my house.  He's not mine.  Well, he is temporarily.  For the rest of the month.  Cute little fellow.  With the emphasis being on little.  I'm taking care of him until  his owners move into a dog friendly house.  He's five months old.  About 10 pounds.  And he thinks he's 100 pounds.  Springer is happier than ever.  Her own real live chew toy!  Actually, she's been loving

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I've tried just about everything to get my voice to work.  Candy canes. Nutella.  Icing the throat with an ice pack.  Icing the throat with ice cream.  Jalapeno popcorn.  Gargling with warm salt/lemon/tea tree oil water every hour.  I'm pretty sure the Nutella is working the best ;-)  Slowly my voice is coming back.  But I know I need to rest the vocal cords.  So I decided to be a hermit today.  

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First- thanks for all the comments, emails, messages etc about Harley.  Springer and I miss him a lot.  Based on what Harley was doing Monday night, I (and my vet) thinks his stomach flipped.  It was a freak thing and it all happened over three hours.  But I'm doing okay.  Wednesday was a little rough, but now I'm mostly concerned about Springer. She's been hanging out in Harley's spots.  If

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Harley.  Sept 11, 2001 - Dec 1, 2010

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I was tired, cold and grumpy. But now I'm only two of the three. Yum.

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The blog needs a new name.  I've temporarily titled it Will Tri for Bourbon.  But I want something better.  So far I've come up with Sushi, Bourbon and R... If I were just going to run I could name it Sushi, Bourbon and Running.  Or Sushi, Bourbon, and Racing.  But this is about triathlon, so I need something else that starts with an "R". If only pizza started with an "R".  Or peanut butter.  Or

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I had to get a couple shots.  My flu shot.  Ouch.  And a tetanus booster.  OUCH!  OUCH!  OUCH! I'm due for a yellow fever booster too.  But I passed on that.  I'm not planning on any trips to, uhm, I don't even know where'd I'd need that?  But I promised to come back before I plan my next trip to those places (I've never been to any place that requires a yellow fever shot, so I'm not sure why I

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AKA: How NOT to train for an Ironman.  Anyway.  I've been a fan of Maker's Mark Whisky since I was a toddler. Yes. A toddler.  Most of my cousins live down the street from the distillery.  Mint juleps were a summertime favorite.  And they still are.  But Maker's Mark is best drank drunk enjoyed straight up.  Not chilled.  Sipped. And last night I did that.  And then posted this on Von's Facebook

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Seriously, I'm starting to forget the details of the run.  So here goes.  As I remember it (with a lot of help from the Garmin) I planned on taking my time in T2.  Not quite the nearly 12 minutes I took.  But, there were two porta potty stops in there.  I got off my bike and walked into transition.  For some reason I started to cry.  I headed directly to the porta potty. I finally got to the

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I think I'm over that stomach bug.  Two courses of some strong antibiotics killed what ever bacteria was in my gut.  Bad and good.  And I went out to party. What?  It's not Christmas yet?  That was my Halloween costume.  Take one.  Also known as the only take.  Since a night of drinking seemed to throw me on my ass for the rest of the weekend.  As a result I already have a Halloween costume

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Since Kerrie started to write her race report, I guess I will too.  I'm currently ahead of her.  I wrote the swim and bike portion.  She'll pass me on the run section....just like always. From the time I woke up until the race started I had to use the bathroom 3 times.  I convinced myself it was nerves.  I should have known better.  I do not get nervous in the days/hours leading up to an

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Here ya go.  Part of my Kona report.  I'm working on the 'race' itself, but I want to be able to download my power and Garmin files first...to make sure I remember the day as it happened.  But, here's my tale from the med tent. Energy lab.  8PM. Pretty quickly I was put in the medical van.  The volunteers told me they were a stationary med unit and had to stay put (in case any one else had

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Quite possibly one of the funniest moments* from the Kona 2010 trip was when I asked Laura what she was planning on wearing for the Underwear Run.  She proceeded to tell me a long story about how she went through all her matching sets and found the most conservative lacy bra and matching panties.  I couldn't keep a straight face.  She looked a little confused.  Then when I showed her my Ironman

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No, it's not some miracle way to loose weight.  It's the puke/crap for two days. Then eat nothing for two days and so you feel better for two days.  Then you eat for two days.  And you end up puking and having diarrhea for two days.  I'm on the eat nothing for two days.  So I feel better.  Right now.  Probably for another day.  Cause that will make it two days.  I guess at least if the pattern

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I do plan on writing a race report.  And it will be pretty detailed.  Including graphic descriptions of some of the over 30 porta potties I personally inspected on race day.  But right now I have the flu.  Full. On. Flu. Four liters of IV fluid will do this to you... Compression tights (that have footies) and ice packs help.  A lot. I spent most of the two days post race in bed.  Nursing

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Hi. It's me.  The on again off again blogger. And triathlete.  I'm back.  For a final hurrah!  I AM doing Kona tomorrow.  Why?  Here are my top 10 reasons... 10) The 11-12 hours of exercise might finally get me to race weight 9) To give D something to tweet about 8) It's the only way I can stay awake for 12 hours straight 7) It's a great excuse to have writing across my ass 6) I hear the $550

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A couple  months ago Laura asked if I was interested in taking part in a photo shoot in Kona.  That evolved into, if they are taking your photo they might want to use some of them so they are going to send you free Brooks gear.  I've never worn anything by Brooks, but I like free so why not. About a month ago I realized I was still going to be involved in the photo shoot if raced or not (which

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This is what I saw going through the tunnel at 6AM This is what you normally see going through the Pali Tunnel at 6AM Saturday: Light at the end of the tunnel.  The sun rises out of the ocean about 15 minutes before it peeks over the Kooloa mountains.  Usually as I drive through the tunnel on my way to an early AM ride there's light at the end.  It's definitely time for shorter rides when it's

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Woohoo!  A lot happened over the weekend. About 6 miles of swimming.  115 of riding.  And 18 of running.  Oops.  I wasn't supposed to do that.  But I did.  And it was fun. Sort of.  I'm on the Weekend Warrior Ironman Training Plan.  I'm blaming Laura for all this.  Or most of it.  Some fun was had. And there was some carnage among my training partners in Kona this weekend.  But we all survived.  

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At 4:15 AM Tuesday morning Springer farted.  Something awful.  Bad enough to wake me up. I blamed it on Harley. I 'yelled' at him.  He lifted his head, looked at me like "WTH woman, it's too freaking early to get up" and went right back to sleep.  I however, could not go back to sleep.  I went to bed before 9PM the night before.  I was worn out from a five hour hair cut.  My hair is a LOT shorter

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I was talking to someone last week about my power meter.  They asked if I liked having it.  I told them "Hell yes".  It's true, I love that thing.  They asked if I thought it took the fun out of biking.  Hmmm... there's fun in biking?  I don't think it's any big secret, but I loathe the bike.  I bike so I can get to the run. Err...I'm not really sure why I'm biking right now though?  I guess I'm

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Laura's out of town, and nobody else wanted to hit the road at 6AM for four hours of bike intervals.  But I had to get it done early, so I could volunteer at a mountain bike triathlon.  I was on the bike at 5:45.  Nobody else was on the road.  It was nice and quiet.  Cool.  No wind.  Eighty miles later I was right back where I started.  I did not get off the bike once (speedfil and a 20 oz bottle

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I had a swim workout to do today.  One that required a pool.  There are three 50 M pools within three miles of my house.  UH.  Palolo.  Manoa.  UH is closed this week.  Palolo is closed on Thursdays.  Manoa is that funky pool where you swim up one lane then down the next.  Or I could drive 30 minutes to another long course pool. The only long course pool I'd consider driving to is this one.  Or

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Tom emailed me last week to ask what my plans were for a long ride.  He's training for Kona and we ride about the same.  I was able to convince him to do my 4 1/2 hour ride with some hard stuff thrown in.  I purposely left out what the hard stuff was until Saturday at 6AM.  We met in Kaneohe and he pulled my leg.  The benefit of having a sports medicine doctor as a training partner.  He could

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