Thanks and Giving

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

Who doesn't love Thanksgiving? It is a time to get together with family, watch some football (GO HAWKS), and of course eat until the buttons on your pants pop off; it really is a marvelous day.  Not only is Thanksgiving a day where you can cheat on all those calories you may be counting or have that extra beer as you watch the Seahawks beat the 49ers but it is also a day to express your love and gratitude for those around you, the things that you have, and the life that you live. 

Yes, it may be said that often the spirit of Thanksgiving gets lost in the concept of the day being all about food.  If you look on the surface this may seem true.  However, the key is to look beyond the turkey, stuffing, and potatoes sitting on your table and at what those items brought together.  Most likely if you take a look around the table and past the food you will see family members that maybe don't get to see each other as often as they would like sitting next to each other.  You will see brothers and sisters who maybe spend most of the year arguing and fighting kindly passing the stuffing to each other as they know that is their favorite part.  You see the turkey that mom made, the pies that grandma baked, and the cranberry sauce that your neighbors makes and knows that your family loves.  If you look past the surface of the food what you'll find is something beautiful -- a day that brings together love, friendship, and family where differences can be put aside and for maybe just a short bit the appreciation for each other comes out.

There are a lot of things to be thankful about in life if you take the time to look at them and I know that I for one am very fortunate and blessed to have so much in my life.

What I am Thankful for:

My family:

Everyday I am thankful for the family that I have; for their love, support, constant smiles, and slightly tough exterior.  Without their love and support I would not have made it through any of the life's challenges that have been thrown my way.  They have always been their to pick up the pieces when I explode and to cheer and smile when it goes right.  I am blessed to be best friends with my sister whom I wish I could see more often, who's strength and courage has helped me to find my own strength.  It is through my parents that I have learned to believe in love, learned how to work hard and always strive to do my best, and to believe in myself as they have always believed in me.  My parents are my rock and in reality I can't even express how deep my love for them is.  

I am even more blessed because over the past year my family grew.  Being welcomed into Brandon's family is one of the strongest things that has happened to me.  It warms my heart to be a part of the love that this family shares for one another and a blessing to be a part of the friendship that Brandon has with all members of his family.  Seeing the belief that they all share in each re-affirms, on a daily basis, the strength that this is family.  I am so thankful to have them in my life and blessed by their care and support they give to me.

Brandon:

On January 4th this man walked into the clinic I was working at and from that day forward changed my life.  The best part of my day is every minute spent with him.  I am thankful for his support in putting up with / embracing my crazy workout and eating habits, for his understanding in the fact that I fall asleep at 9 every night, and for knowing exactly when I need him.  I am so proud of him and how hard he has worked this past year to come off of back surgery stronger than ever, keeping his blood sugar stable, being in the best shape he has been in in years, constantly striving to meet goals at work, and to be the best boyfriend, friend, and son he can be.  I pray everyday that I can match the support and love he has for me towards him and that he knows how proud I am of everything he has accomplished.  

Our puppy Gage:

Yes, sometimes he can be a pest and I want to squeeze his super cute fluffy little head off but I am so thankful to have him.  His energy, love, and warmth is a blessing.  I knew I was going to love him when we got him however I did not realize how much and am so thankful for him.

Being able to participate in the things I love:

I am thankful to be blessed with the ability to run, swim, bike, hike, and all around be active.  Many of these activities have molded me to be who I am to day and more often than not if it wasn't for running, lifting, or being active I wouldn't have gained the strength and drive that I have today.  I am thankful that I was given a chance to fall in love with being active as it is brought me joy, strength, and the confidence to believe in myself.

Education:

While I am almost four years out of being in school I am thankful that education was always a part of the plan.  Without the education I received growing up I wouldn't have the job I have today and wouldn't be able to participate in many of the things I do.  Despite being out of school I am still constantly growing and learning.  Everyday is a learning process and I am thankful for the chance to continue to grow throughout the challenges and drives that are life.

There are many things that I blessed to be a part of and am thankful for.  The list could go on and on yet that would most likely get boring and repetitive as they all stem from the same thing; the strength. love, and courage that I have found in those around me.  So with one last THANK YOU to all those who take the time to read my articles I will wish you a Happy Thanksgiving and may your holiday be blessed with love, happiness, good cheer, a wonderful meal, and family.

"Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life.  It turns what we have into enough, and more.  It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity.  It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend."  --Melody Beattie

Four Days and Counting

A year ago this coming weekend, I believe it was August 10th, I shook myself awake at 5am and drove out to Couer d'Alene, ID for my first--well in actuality it was my second with the first being about 3-4 years prior in Portland, OR but I don't totally count that one as it what feels like many moons ago and right smack in the middle of my unhealthy life choice of an eating disorder--Olympic distance triathlon.

I had signed up for the race mostly for the hell of it.  At the time I had been going through some "stuff" trying to figure life out and mostly feeling as though I floundering.  Barely able to make rent, having to borrow from mom and dad every month in order to pay bills; that constant feeling of no matter how hard you worked it wasn't enough.  I was starting to wonder if I was ever going to make it and in reality starting to wonder if I would ever "feel" again.  So to counteract that I figured why not see how hard I can push, lets see how much I can handle--and I signed up for a triathlon.

So back to August 10th at 5am: it was the first time I had ever gone to something like this by myself.  Previously I had either been on a team or my parents had been there, but being on your own means you have to figure it out yourself so I did.  I got myself to packet pick up the night before, arranged and set out my gear the night before, and set my alarm.  

Now you should know a little bit about the gear I had: no wetsuit and/or swim suit I just wore a sports bra and nike running shorts, a bright blue helmet from back when I believe I was in middle school, and best of all my mother's old motobecane touring bike from back when her and my dad spent summers cycling across Europe.  This bike was older than me and probably weighed as much as I did with crotch rocket gears and baskets instead of clip ins.  Lets just say I made an impression.

There I was standing at the start line with my toes in the water putting my swim goggles on upside down (yes that happened) with no clue as to what I was doing yet it was a fantastic feeling.  As the "gun" went off I threw myself into the water and took off for what was the start of an amazing journey.  Something in me changed that day, in fact I can remember the exact moment.  At about mile 10 of the bike as everyone started climbing (for those of you who have done the Couer d'Alene Olympic Triathlon you know exactly where I am talking about) this feeling came over me.  I don't know that I can give you an exact description of the feeling but it was as though a calm settled down upon me.  Weight came off my shoulders and everything that had been going on the last couple of months became irrelevant.  This smile spread across my face and joy seeped into my body.  Nothing mattered any more because I knew I was going to make it, I was going to survive, I was going to come out strong and you know what.... I sure as hell did.  

That day everything changed I was hooked and most importantly my self confidence came back.  I began to believe again. 

Not the fastest time but still a 2nd place

  So here I am now almost exactly one year later preparing for the biggest race of my life (hopefully not my last) and writing to you.  I have come a long ways in the last year;  I am strong, confident, healthy, and most importantly unbelievably happy.  I met the most fantastic man who has made the past eight months some of the best I have ever had the experience of happening.  His love, support, and all around presence has helped me to continue pushing myself and striving to constantly be better.  I am blessed and proud to be a part of his life. 

In four days and counting I will be standing at another starting line this time on a much bigger stage and with a much different out look on life.  I am not sure I can tell you exactly what is going through my mind, excitement, nervousness, anxiety, thrill, and many more emotions run through me on a constant basis.  I want more than anything to perform well not only to show that yes I did it, I made it, but also for those who have been out there supporting me; my parents who are making the journey with me, for my sister who always believes in me even when sometimes I don't, for Brandon whose love and support continues to amaze me, for his parents who have embraced me as a part of their family, and for everyone who continues to cheer from wherever they are.

I am blessed to have the chance to race with some of the best in the nation and I wish all those who are racing with me good luck and to all those racing this weekend at Coeur d'Alene have good luck, have fun, and I hope that maybe it will change your life as it did mine!  

If you wish to follow the race you can with the link below, I will see all of you at the finish line!!!!!!

USA AGE GROUP NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIPS OLYMPIC COVERAGE

ChelanMan Olympic triathlon

Despite the 200,000 + acres that are on fire in central Washington 800+ people managed to gather on the shores of Lake Chelan for a fun filled multisport event of running and triathloning known as the CHELANMAN.  

I am not sure that I can tell you if it was nervousness or excitement that I had been feeling the week up to the race; most likely it was mostly  nerves though I was excited to race again. It had been six weeks since I donned my tri-suit and competed.  For most people that six weeks may not seem long however for myself it allowed me to much time to think and over evaluate.  That being said with a mix of uncertainty,  nerves, and excitement I lined up with the other age groupers and waited for the gun to go off.

Brandon and I arrived in Chelan plenty early the night before, as I needed to check in and wanted time to done my wet suit and hop in the water, only to be blessed with screaming winds ripping across the lake.  Despite the white caps rolling in onto shore I shoved myself into my wet suit, tearing a hole in it in the process, and took off for a planned 3/4 mile light swim.  The waves were HUGE.  I am pretty sure I spent more time trying riding the waves than I did swimming.  When one actually broke on top of me, causing me to roll just a little more than enjoyable I decided it was time to turn around--turning 3/4 miles into around 1/4 miles.

RACE DAY

The 5:00 am wake up call came quickly and while on a normal training day I have a hard time getting myself out of bed at that obscene hour race day is something different.  Having racked my bike the night before made it a much faster process getting all the gear packed into the car to head for the race. As we were  not coming back to the room before golfing after the race, yes we played (or rather Brandon and my parents played--I drove the cart) 18 holes of golf after the race, I had to make sure I had everything for the entire day.  

Swim

This was one of the most physical swims I had ever been in.  I am not sure what was in the water but apparently it made for some strong attitude.  Sandwiched between two people I had no choice but to take a beating from the competitor to my left who did not enjoy me being right there.  Finally I was able to maneuver myself a little further ahead and away from swinging arms.  While one of the easiest swims, as the water had calmed down and the water was crystal clear it sure felt like one of the longest.  Despite that I came out of the water in my best positioning to date and I believe one of my fastest times (though that is not something for me to brag about).  

Props to Brandon  Bowker for his awesome photography skills

Bike

One thing I love about triathlons is the setting they are usually in, and Lake Chelan fits the bid.  The pristine lake backed up against the hills made for a gorgeous setting and a perfect place for a bike ride.  The course took us right along the southern edge of the lake for an out and back that boasted some decent hills and flat sections.  At one point I glanced over my right shoulder and was astounded by the beauty that I was surround by; realized how blessed I was to even have a chance to race in places like this.

 With an average rate of 21 mph it was not one of my fastest bikes ever though I sure felt like I was pushing harder than I had pushed in a while.  As per usual I came out of the swim fairly far back place wise and took off in the bike with the goal of picking people off one by one.  I believe I went from the 15th woman to the 8th woman (however in the end the wave start messed up my placing) by the time the 26 miles were over.  

This ride made me realize that I have some serious work to put in on the bike, as I can push hard through around 20 miles and then those last six miles I often get dropped by the people I am chasing. 

Coming down the finish line

Run

Now it was time to do what I do best, RUN!   This is always my favorite part of the race.  As I take off out of transition there is something in me that gets all excited, or as my good friend Cathy likes to put it where "bitches go down".  Apparently at one of my more frustrating races I got this look on my face as I took off on the run that, in her opinion, was a look of "everyone get out of my way I am coming for you!" or rather "time to take some bitches down".  It is true though there is something about pulling out of transition on the run that flips a switch in me; it is my time, it is where it becomes my race and where no one can get in my way.  I guess in saying that excited is not the right word but rather something in me becomes fierce and even more hard than I often can already be.

This run started out fantastic, with around a mile long hill!!! Who doesn't love that?! Luckily it wasn't a steep hill but rather a very very long incline and I was able to keep my average pace of just under 7:00 min/mile.  To bring me through the finish line 1st in my age group by about 20 minutes and 7th overall out of all the women--not a bad day.  

Post race recap--what I need to work on

Transitions: I have yet to master the art of moving quickly through transition.  I am notoriously 30 to 60 seconds slower than the top women.

Maintaining pace during the bike:  While I can maintain for the first 20 miles I always lose it during the last little bit costing me a lot of time and place.

Swim: This is an easy one I just need to get a little faster.  Swimming will never be my best leg however I sure could make it stronger.

What's your favorite portion of a race?  Do you have an area that needs more work?

Any tips for fixing some of my week spots?

Bear Mountain Golf Course

For those of you who do not know my family we are a little bit crazy.  Most people after participating in a race of any sort go out to eat, go get drinks (maybe even one too many), and/or go home and lay on the couch.  My family does things a little differently.  After my race we hung around for awards than went to Starbucks so that I could clean up in the sink (Yes I did wash my hair in the Starbucks sink), grab a coffee and drove out to Bear Mountain Golf Course for our 2:30 tee time.  Yes this may seem a little nuts but let me tell you I wouldn't change it for the world.  

Brandon and I hanging out on the green

My family more often than not gets up at the crack of dawn and drives many many hours just to support me racing, the least I can do is go golfing with them in the afternoon.  If anything the views from the golf course made it 100% worth it.  Bear Mountain Golf Course is something special, with unique holes, wondrous views, little baby deer prancing around on the edges, and in our case 50 mph gusts of wind.  

With a great another great weekend, full of fun, family, memories, and a little bit of hardware, in the books I am putting my sites towards Nationals in three weeks.  Three weeks to fix any issues I have and get ready to lay it all out on the line in Milwaukee!

What has been your favorite race so far this season? Do you have any big ones coming up in the near future?  Let me know about them I would love to hear about your accomplishments!!