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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Across The Pacific...

What a wonderful feeling to go home when home is the place on Earth you want to be the most. I’m so happy to be returning home with my slot to the World Championships. It’s as if now I carry this little top secret smile, sort of like the one a girl has when she gets a crush on a boy. You just sort of open your eyes wide and tilt your head looking out at the world with something inside that makes you happy, even if it’s unknown to the rest of the world. It makes breathing deep easy too.
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It’s true what they say, when you aren’t looking or chasing things just sort of happen but you have to be ready for them. I was ready to have a race come together, to feel the payoffs of even a drop of the sacrifices and hard work. Now I get to think about Kona! I get to dream about racing in the World Championships and representing my island, the 808 state. I get to show off my sponsors on a new race outfit and even wear new shoes with fluorescent laces! It’s so many of my little kid dreams all rolled into the next 6 weeks.
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Yes, I want to get off the plane and get training. I’m highly motivated despite the fact my feet hur t and my legs are tired. I’ve already asked coach what’s next and got him thinking about Rev3 in a couple weeks and what should I do today, tomorrow, and the next day, all the way up till Ironman Hawaii! Guess what I have to do? Stop. Breathe. Relax. Recover. Be still. It’s sort of tricky when everyone at home is out riding to Hawi and swimming the course, and me, I’ll just barely be able to get my legs to form any sort of running motion just yet. Mentally and physically I’ve got to recover from Ironman Kentucky for now. That means you will find me in the ocean…a lot, just floating and fishing.
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Kainoa and I have been traveling since 4:30 this morning. It’ll take about 5 hours longer to get home then it took me to finish the Ironman! I’m still thinking about the race. Reflecting on the good and working up ways to do it better, letting the rough patches replay in my mind long enough to taste them and spit them out. And the part I like most, is knowing that race was not all I had and not the best of me, just a step in that direction. It’s cool to know that something you enjoy will still only get better.
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With a few more hours till this plane lands I’m thinking about feeling the hot Kona air on my face, seeing the ocean from the above, and being able to smell the plumerias, something about those plumerias. When we finally land our first stop will be the ocean, it’s been too long since I’ve felt salt water. From there Kainoa will head to his dads house for the rest of the week and I’m planning a cruise on the road bike to spin out my legs. Nothing serious, it’ll be in surf trunks and only as far as Da Poke Shack to pick up some fresh fish and ocean salad. Tonight a sunset, if I can manage to keep my eyes open. Just thinking about it has me so thankful for the place I call home and the way I get to spend this day of life.
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Aloha,
Bree
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Sunday, August 29, 2010

140.6 Miles in Kentucky...

This is my new favorite picture, I think it's so cool...because this is my life. My son and his little high-fives and my parents at the sidelines of whatever I do. This trip was truly amazing with the 3 of them along for the ride.
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Today, my "training day, just a little faster" as coach instructed, went really well. It was IDENTICAL to a typical training day, minus the aid stations and amazing crowd support. Kainoa kicked me in the head at 3am when climbing into bed with me, happens a lot back home the night before a training day. On the way to transition I forgot my waterbottles, that happens from time to time in training too. My IPOD is now lost, regular thing for me on training mornings. It was hot at 6am and I ate the same breakfast I always eat before long rides.
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The swim was a mess for me. I wore the same goggles I train in, the dark black tinted ones so when the sun pops up over Hualalai I can still see. Didn't work so well in the dark river that we started in, in the dark. I lost my draft after 25 meters and swam alone all 2.4 miles from there. Just like back home, long solo swims. Spent the day in a swim suit, like training days. Wore a lot of sunscreen on the bike. In fact I even used the same nutrition on the bike that I do in training. Same amounts too-go figure! Then I got a flat, that always happens on the Queen K while training. Of course Im a slow-flat fixer and the guys I ride with usually end up fixing it for me so we can hurry up, today, like my training days, Greg the bike tech boy did the same, fixed it for me cause I was taking A LONG time...
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And on the bike, I now had no computer (the magnet was on the old busted wheel), and just like in training, my HR monitor broke, so I was riding "free". It was cool going by feel, but I actually wanted some data to be honest... I think it all worked out okay. I adore the IM Kentucky bike course, its one of my favorites anywhere, ever. Its so fun in so many ways. The ride went by smooth after the flat and I found myself solo until the second loop where I was lucky enough to share it with all the folks that had to start after the pros. Swirving in and out was like a game and that was helpful for me, kind of like how the IPOD entertains me back home training.
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The run was awesome, I got to leave from the change tent with smiles from my friend Kalin (she was volunteering in there), back home in training its her parents I usually get smiles from. My goal was to run my training day goal pace, it was a bit slower, maybe because I stopped to eat an orange at mile 17 aid station (I never do that in training runs) or maybe that course is just flat out challenging as the best girls were only 5 & 3 minutes quicker. But it all worked out okay, I just kept moving forward and thought about how thankful I was to be having a day go so similar to a training day (because as of this season my racing has been slower than training days). The only thing I dont reccomend is not taking special care of your feet prerace. Before trianing days I never put extra attention on them, but prerace I always paint my toes cute and cut my nails super short, I didnt do that (this was a training day after all), and sadly, big mistake as I think I might lose two toenails, darn it!
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The only other thing majorly different is that 5% or 8% rule, in training, it does not matter if your training partners make it back to the shore or finish the run before you, you still get to finish and have lunch together...in the race, Bek Keat did a 9:33 something and I was freaking out about making the percent rules to get a slot to Kona and a payday... that rule would never happen in training days...
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Anyways, I told coach "thank you so much for helping me find my way back to sport". I still have a long road ahead to get over some more of the mental stuff clouding me. His goal is to get me to the point I look at racing as RACING and get fired up about it, like grrrrr.... I want that too and told him I do, but we know Im not there just yet so the "training day, just a little faster" worked well for us and Im really thankful that we have found progress and see some areas to grow in because I love this sport and am passionate about it in so many ways, I just have to learn to get the head, heart, and body to embrace it all at the same time in the same way...
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Thanks everyone for the continued support. Love it, appreciate it, and am thankful! And as always thanks to my sponsors & family too...
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I better sleep now, home from watching the final finishers and Im positive there day was more tiring than mine being up racing that long, super congrats to them racing into the night and of course to all the finishers! Night.
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Bree
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Saturday, August 28, 2010

Good Night Kentucky :)

How happy is this girl?! To put it in words would take a very long time, I'll keep it simple, "I'm very happy". This is Kainoa's 3rd Ironman tour with me and let me tell you, it's better with him. He's done IM Kona, IM Japan, and now IM Louisville by my side, as in attend interviews, race meetings, meet with sponsors, fill water bottles, and check in the bike & bags. He's like my mini me because he just goes with the flow too. However, he never feels nervous and when I asked about his race plan he said, "Just ready set go all the way to the finish line mom".
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Kainoa's plan is very similar to the one coach gave me. "Bree, pretend its a training day but go just a little faster, not much." I can do that. Over thinking, well, just thinking in general tends to become an issue with me. If I turn it all off and let the body do what it does in training, because it does that everyday, things usually go better. AND TOMORROW, I get to use a new rear wheel! I'm so happy about that! I've begged and pleaded and asked everyone I know for a 1080 and finally I get to try one out, I've always wanted too! Truly the 808 was a favorite because Hawaii is the 808 state you know, but this 1080 always sounded fun for someone who isn't a disc kind of girl... yay!

The island boy is having fun in Kentucky. The green grass & lack of lava fields, the brick buildings, trolleys, (we must have ridden them a million times by now), the elevators & escalators, traffic, lots of shops, horses in the streets, parking garages, and of course the river has him in a new world, almost in culture shock. Every turn is, "LOOK MOM", or "WOW NOT LIKE HAWAII". He won't touch the pineapple here though and won't look at the fish...
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As for swimming, they won't let him in the river unless he's 18 or racing, so we found a fountain and called it the ocean. He smiled, of course. His feet did get to splash in the river though...

Tomorrow this is where the action begins. My stomach is filled with butterflies, almost like you think you might puke. For thinking of tomorrow as "a training day only a little faster" this is sure more butterflies than a regular day! I'm excited and of course, the finish line will have Kainoa, so it's already guaranteed a good day out there! Good night from Kentucky!
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Bree
ps.......... thank you. Thank you to those that have helped me get to this start line... Trakkers, Coach Jimmy, KSwiss, Argon 18 Bikes, Splish, Bike Works, Healing Island Massage, Cera Sport, Johnson Blanton & Travis, Blue Seventy, Dr. Traub, Kona Aquatics & Coach Steve, and without a doubt my incredible family & Kainoa & The Big Guy, training partners, friends, and supporters here and there! Mahalo nui loa~!
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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Kentucky Day 1.

Over the Pacific and across most of the United States we finally landed in Louisville, Kentucky! "Mom, whats a Kentucky?", this Kainoa, is a small part of Kentucky! It's really cool being able to share this adventure with Kainoa. We shared 14 hours of IPOD action together and now this. We were greeted by my parents and instantly they took over.
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I found myself on the run course, just smiling. Truly this run is awesome. No it's not the usual ocean view or the beautiful mountain back drops, but its so incredibly different than home that I love it. A lot. Every few 100 meters I found myself at a stop light, waiting. It was then I got the idea that if the light was red I'd go right or left and if it was green I'd go straight. Great way to see the little down town, get lost, and score a date! Yes, really... within a matter of a mile I had landed a "ooooooh girl", a "mmmmmmm, nice, real nice, beautiful", and a "what's your plans tonight, you wanna go out?" . It was fun.
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At one point Kainoa and the grandparents zoomed by on the trolley while I was running! It is AWESOME that they are all here and that Kainoa was already cheering, "go mom" on a training run. From there it was dinner and a little view of the finish line:
See ya Sunday finish line (above). Then we checked out the swim. Kainoa said, "mom, really? Why do you want to go in there?" I suppose the ocean boy is spoiled, just a little, with his swimming beaches back home. (the swim course is below). I'm thankful it's warm!


Kainoa and his grandma spending sunset together down by the water.
To wrap up the day, Kainoa picked me a flower. Back home he brings me a plumeria everyday, rain or shine. He knows I love them. Tonight he couldn't find one, so he picked one from the hotel garden....pretty sweet. We are all exhausted from the travel, time change, and just getting off a very long flight. Tomorrow I want to jump in that river, I heard we aren't allowed just yet...
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Good night from Kentucky!
Bree & Kainoa.
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Monday, August 23, 2010

Pau Hana!

It's all pau and it's all good! Today I climbed out of my final ocean swim (with 4 or five different well earned tan lines from all the swimbikerun training in the Kona sun). I'm officially ready. It's now the point where the work is in the bank and it's just a matter of time till the gun goes off and all those precious hours of pouring your very heart out training come together for 140.6 miles. This is the week to rest easy, appreciate all those that have helped me get to this start line with coaching, equipment, supplies, and support. I'm more than thankful. In fact, I looked out over the ocean this morning, had a few tears fill my eyes, and felt so blessed for this opportunity in the palm of my hands.

I wish I could sit here and write to you that I'm ready to go get my World Championship slot, that I'm ready to go-fight-win. I'd love to say those things and more, but I know life and an Ironman aren't always easy and weird things happen. I also know that you gotta keep going and go some more and when you are about done, just go one more time, at least. So I'm ready to do that all the way to the finish line. Whatever the day brings...I'm going to go with it, and of course hope all the precious work and my head and heart are up for the ride.
My day home on the island before catching my flight (soon), was the ocean swim. Then finish packing, whooop whoooop, 6 days later it is done and I'm proud to confess that both Kainoa and I fit all our things in one luggage. That's it, that and the bike. Talk about packing light! A last visit to the doctor (I had 4 to do, today was the last), then swing by the surf shop, a must. From there Da Poke Shack! Check out the catch of the day! YUMMMMY... already missing fresh fish. Ate the poke, some seaweed, and edamame-called it good, then home to wrap up final stuff around the house. Now I'm hiccuping seaweed big time and watching the geckos make out on the lanai. Ah, life on the island. Love it. It's now time to get Kainoa from school, some dinner, then we fly :)
The biggest mahalo to Trakkers for unconditionally supporting my every move. To KSwiss for all the shoes and training gear that help me get my work done! To Argon 18 bikes for my favorite ride, to Splish for the coolest, most fun swim suits ever, to Healing Island Massage for helping keep me injury free and taking my last minute pains, to Bike Works for always looking out for me & my bike in and out of the shop, to Johnson Blanton and Travis for MAN-aging me because for sure I'd be lost, Cerasport for helping me keep electrolyted up! To Blue Seventy for the speedy suits that keep me warm!! Thanks to Coach Jimmy for sure, for everything, for helping me to love what I do day in and day out and taking the time to coach me. Of course thanks to my training partners, Kona Aquatics & coach Steve, my family, Kona community, my friends, my son for always cheering and loving me, and to the Big Guy for all of this! .... and... last but not least, to my friend Dave for carrying my bike and bag down my stairs and into the truck! Every girl needs a bike helper :)
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Okay, Hawaii...see ya next week, Kentucky we will see you tomorrow (after our long overnight flight!).
Bree
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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Wela Ka Hao...

There's a little Hawaiian saying, I think Nike says it too, it goes like this... "wela ka hao". Pretty much, just do it, get it done. Since Tuesday I've been "trying to get it done" and now its the day before and I'm not all the way done, packing. Almost.
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Today was the bikes turn to be packed, like last time, the left pedal decided to stay stuck. Always the left one. After almost stressin' (I'm not a big fan of stress) I decided to step back, breathe, calm down before I get a tantrum and throw the pedal wrench into the wall. Slow to anger quick to love, right? My mini-break was going to be the ocean. Makes perfect sense to spend a minute or two in the salt water, fresh air, looking at some calming little fish before attacking the bike again.

The plan was fail proof. It's so easy to calm down in the ocean, life moves so peaceful there. Everything just sort of flows. Of course I knew the packing was still waiting for me but at least this time it would happen after a snorkel & poke eating session with friends. And sure enough, it happened smoooooothly. I found one of the men that work around my neighborhood and asked if he was feeling strong. He was and he took the pedals off my bike for me. With that, the bike was put safely in the box ready to fly to Kentucky. Tomorrow. All I have left to do is Kainoa's clothes and mine. That's the simple part...all the hard stuff (like things for the race and nutrition) are raring' to go...


One week till race day. I'm ready to swimbikerun in Kentucky :) Kainoa and I will try to keep you posted on the Louisville happenings. He wants to see if the grass really is blue in the blue grass state...

Bree

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Run n' Swim. Sand n' Sun...

Every morning I get to wake up on the Big "little" Island. Mornings begin with the sunrise over Hualalai and finish with views of a sun setting on the Pacific Ocean. What happens between the sun up and down sometimes dictates my mood. When its a calm day it's easy to appreciate the views, the simplicity, and the way life flows in a small town. When things are more difficult it's easy to focus on them rather than the beauty that surrounds me.
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This morning was a run along the coast line where checking surf breaks between checking intervals on the Garmin entertained me and gave me that smile that sort of makes all things in the world feel like they are going smooth, cherished in fact. A good strong run, a good strong self confidence, a good start to the day despite the minor @$$ kicking I gave myself on that run.
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From there, without further details, my heart was greeted with a kick. Id much prefer an @$$ kick to a heart kick any day. Matters of the heart have never been my specialty, especially since I wear mine on my sleeve. Knowing next up was a swim I needed to shake it off so I wouldn't miss what the ocean was holding. You know we tend to miss out on the good when we look at the unpleasant. That said I let it all go and swam deep into the sea, thankful for my job in sport and my life on the island.

Thankfully my eyes were open to the world around me, to the manta ray floating along the ocean floor, the honu at the waters surface, and the fish surrounded me on all sides. It was really as if the old saying, "What we focus on tends to grow", was holding true. Ahhh, the beauty of letting go...
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After the swim all things felt good in the world again. Amazing how the ocean has that ability to just solve so much for me. I made sure to give a little smile and feel the sand in my toes long enough to grab hold of the feeling and take it with me, in case life back on shore got challenging again today.

It's my last weekend at home before the big trip across the Pacific, across the main land, and into the town of Louisville, Kentucky. I'm thrilled to bring Kainoa along, its like a little piece of my heaven on Earth gets to come along for my triathlon-ride. As for the training-most of it is pau and it went pretty smooth. The taper is going along pretty good too (ill update you on my major taper event of the week later). As for the packing, I'm on day 4 of that. It's not my favorite part of traveling as I kind of just like to have the clothes on my back, a camera, a journal, and a book-however for an Ironman its better to bring a bike and all the other stuff too :)

Okay, weekend, here we go! ENJOY yours :)
Bree

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Mixed Plate...

In Hawaii mixed plate is the easy way of saying, "A little bit of everything", because truly when you eat plate lunch style you really do get all sorts of this & that in all kinds of ways depending on where your plate was made. Today, after my ride (which thankfully went really good-put it in the bank!), I was grounded. I had to totally mello out, relax, unwind, lay, rest, sleep, recover, do nothing. I hit up the doc for a visit, (only one more to go), got my fix and with coaches orders "chill out".
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On the way home I dropped into Ceviche Dave's and wouldn't you guess...the best salad on the island was the coolest mixed plate EVER!!! It was the "He make me crazy" salad (that's fish, greens, and lilikoi), and a bikini on the side! How incredibly cool is that!? Talk about my lucky day. Not only does the salad name fit my life the bikini was totally what I needed while I was losing my cool with this dreaded doctor stuff.
It's a rainy, BEAUTIFUL rainy evening here on the island. Love these nights, they calm life down so easily for me. Leaving for IM Kentucky Monday, so that means I'd generally start packing Sunday-Monday at the latest. Since Im grounded I started tonight. Small kine stuff, like clothes. The bike, run, and swim stuff still have some use around here :)
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My other big time activity while doing my best to get race ready is filling the IPOD for the flight across the Pacific & the mainland. Ooooooh my mix is a good one. A bunch of local bands just released new tunes so I'm already feeling pumped with their energy...so excited! That's all I got for now... hope your week is awesome!
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Bree
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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Leaving The Shoes Behind...

The Big Island served up another race this morning. Sure seems as if we have 1-3 races going on every weekend of Summer (well, Summer lingering). This morning was the 6 mile Alii Challenge Swim or the Brown Bear & Sunny Bash Biathlon. My training for the day: Surf, maybe a little swim, or tanning. No joke, that's what my plan says. I believe its "recovery day" ALL day long today. Full on hoping and praying the surf was up-it wasn't. That meant go check out the biathlon. Oooooooh, too much temptation, in fact uncontrollable. So the shoes were left home. Once I got to the race I wanted to race so much it hurt. Local races are the best, its usually just training partners smack talking and trying to bury each other with what ever is left after beating each other up all week long.
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My plan did say, "swim a little swim". SO I did what anyone with a swim on her plan would do, I just swam. It didnt say when or where so I put myself at the swim start line and started when they said go. That was my little swim. But then I stood there lost, looking for directions, not really knowing what to do since I didnt have run shoes. I cheered a little, watched some more, then back in the ocean with Kainoa till he was swam out.
Then more fish time. Thanks to Jason catching 3 giant Ono we have been living on fish this week, including today. My favorite saucy ideas have included a mango & ginger, another was coconut crusted, and today's was a combination of both with extra ginger. Other than that, not much on the island "happenings".
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Oh, a new little cafe type place opened across from the pier. It reminds me of eating at a tropical garden, "Alii Buzz", check it out. Also, "Beaches" one of my favorite bikini shops is having big sales and they have the coolest hibiscus looking wraps in there right now. They gave me one to play with (see above). It is a really cool skirt, then made into a dress, then it can become your beach blanket, moms with babies can use it as a carrier (Kainoa made me demonstrate that one), its pretty cool. Check that place out too, also across from the pier.
Collected some wana and now we are calling it a day. I'm quiet pooped and Ironman Kentucky is in 14 days. Hope this so called-pooped feeling is beginning signs of taper. Happy Sunday!
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Bree
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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Island Crush...

My Tahitian friend Mathieu gave me this photo and I LOVE it. It really reminds me of just being me, doing what I love because I love it and for no other reason. Of course only moments after this shot was snapped yesterday I was busted for skating in the parking lot...however, it was awesome to feel like a school girl again doing what I love for the simple reason of loving it and nothing else. Most days that reminds me of my triathlon life, doing it because I love it, simply love it.
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Today's run was my last long one before Ironman Kentucky. I wanted to run really far, really far and really fast. I wanted to go and be free and find that something deep within me that I could take all the places I ever go in this life, like my own inner strength, a strength I found as a surfer girl long ago, something the waves taught me. A strength I found playing on Craig's half pipe in high school on a skate board and busting my chin open, that strength, because I was brave & free and did things because I loved them and for no reason bigger than that. Just outta love. This morning I set off on my run, the last long one. For me it had to be one that would finish with a pat on the back and that little feeling of, "I got this, I can do it". Being the last long one it meant a lot to me for a lot of reasons other than just loving the long run. I wanted to finish knowing I can "hold my $h!z together". Have my head, heart, and feet all on the same team. Know that when I jump off the bike in Kentucky there will be the very same long run I had today waiting for me. Okay, so maybe it won't be cluttered with palm trees and tropical island breeze, but it will be 26.2 miles in my KSwiss :)
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From the first to the last mile, it was good to great. It felt as if every guy I knew on the island was running with me and it kept giving me that little school girl crush when they would pass. First was the surfer boy, he would drive-park-surf check-wave & smile-drive-park-surf check-wave & smile (repeat a few miles with me). Then it was Matty blaring on the horn like a parade was coming through, except it was just me laughing. It was Jason on his boat (who happened to catch 3 ono and is giving me one). It was the man with one arm who high-fived me up the hill. It was an uncle on the sea wall reading the paper that I pass every single day, "Bree hurry", love him! It was the construction guys offering water from their trucks like an aid station. It was Greg at Bongo Ben's cheering and telling me to come eat for free! Then it was the man that works in my condo, driving past in a golf cart "Sheeeeeooooooots girl, get it". Love his cheers. It was all of them. It was my coach in my head telling me he believes in me and how he wrote out all the paces and what time to check for. It was a friend sending me a note that said 17 days. It was my own son, "mommy have a great day at running".
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Not to leave out the girls, but for some reason it was honestly all the guy friends I have that seemed to be at each mile all the miles long today. It was like a school girl in high school with a big crush on a bunch of boys, only thing is it was a triathlete with big bunch of boys that made her feel totally loved all long run long. When I finished it felt like a race finish, including the arms up and then bend over to catch your breath kind of finish. This run is going with me to Kentucky, each of these miles cluttered with the guys that seemed to have been strategically placed from the first to the last mile are going too, okay so they aren't but it would be really fun. Today is 17 days...today I'm happy about that run.
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Sunset time with my boy now, recovery at its finest!
Bree
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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Left Over Shoyu Ginger Chicken...

The high-light of my day was playing on Kainoa's new skate board. I'm pretty sure we enjoy the new toy equally. I'm taking full advantage of it while he's still smaller than me. The other high-light was finally finishing the ginger shoyu chicken! The crock pot was so stuffed with it after the weekends back-to-back racing as recovery fuel, it was taking too many days to finish it off. In fact I had to invite a lunch buddy over today to eat the rest just so I wouldn't have to look at it anymore! On to the next meal-finally!
Thankfully this was my view today. Monday I felt like I could do another hard day! Friday's hardish run, Saturday's climb, Sunday's run just had me so filled with adrenaline I was ready for more. Tuesday, another story. After a little swim and little spin it was refreshing to see the words, "chill out" & "relax". Both became best friends for the day.
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Wednesday woke me up to that skateboard. Honestly it's like being a little kid the day after Christmas. You know the feeling, waking up to that new toy!!!!!!! Kainoa must have been thinking the same thing because he ran into my room, "Mom, can we go skate?" We took one loop. Just one. Then it was time for him to inhale breakfast and get to school and me get on with my run. Now the fun began. After nearly 3 weeks of running IPOD-less and not having a run Monday or Tuesday today I felt like running! Oooooh, mix of a couple run-less days and music was a speedy combination for this girl! It was a very beautiful morning to say the least and over and over my smile was replayed with the thought of how much I love my sport.
Then home, there I saw the skateboard looking me in the face, along with a note: 18 days till IM Kentucky. Of course, I know, don't do anything silly and get hurt. But just one spin... It felt like college (see above photo). That's me sneaking past my classroom, while it's in progress, oh the temptation. Took a shower, breakfast, then got some business stuff done. Sorry skate board, I'm a grown up now.
Then I saw the board again. And I saw some dehydrated bananas I was supposed to bring over to my sisters. Well.... just this once I could ride it to drop off the bananas, so I did, like old days, just dipping under the bushes like hiding under a breaking wave, to take the bananas of course.
Now its time to get Kainoa from school. Oh I'm so thankful to have a son, someone to bring back the fun I used to play all the days of my life.... but don't stress, the board is his, he picked it out, he owns it, and this momma won't take it anymore, besides, I have swim practice....
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Skate on dudes!
Bree
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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Running Mana Road...

Mana Road is a little gem of a road tucked in Waimea cowboy country. It's a 45 mile trail that wraps around the Eastern/Northern side of Mauna Kea. Its some of the most fresh, beautiful air I've ever breathed! The pastures are all shades of green cluttered with horses, cows, and turkeys. The trail itself is a reddish small rock dirt trail. It rolls, it winds, and it totally amazes you running out of Kona on a path like that.
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Yesterday was biking up Mauna Kea and you guessed it, today was running around Mauna Kea, but only 10 miles of it. I reccomend BOTH races to the entire world and to the brave tackle them back-to-back as 4 of us did today. With no temptation for the IPOD (and not just because it always rains in Waimea and was raining too much for an IPOD), I just wanted to RUN, because I love, LOVE, love running!
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On the 1...2...3 count down that happens in Hawaii race starts, the bad boys took off down the only paved section but soon had red mud flying in my face. Oh I wanted to take off with them, really bad-hold on-blow up-survive to the finish line, like usual. However, today was another "lesson in pacing practice". Coach told me to be smart at the start and I needed to "respect" the Volcano climb lingering from yesterday. I was in 10th place, shaking out the legs, very impatient not to be dying after the lead boys. Believe me I know the "go till ya blow" plan never works for me but it's SO HARD to be patient and I've yet to really "embrace" it. However, today coach said to chill out and what better place to practice that than a local off road 10 mile run in the rain on red mud with cows mooing at me.
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Holy cow, we hit a massive head wind and I wanted so much to tuck behind one of the guys, so I picked up the pace just a little and found a man bigger than me to tuck behind. We ran about 2 miles together and he did not like it, at all. He did that breathing thing that makes you think they are working so hard and it distracts you, then he would speed up then slow, then cough (okay, maybe the cold rain and elevation was getting to him), but I think he was wanting to shake me off. I'm sure I was annoying, but isn't that what "real runners" do? Use each other? I was using him. In fact I used him to 6th place :)
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Just before the half way was a hill that made me think we were running up Mauna Kea! Holy cow it had my legs screaming, crying, and of course a girl who lives in "tsunami evacuation it's so flat land" was already struggling to breathe with the minor elevation we had going on. However I saw the 5th place guy ahead and thought, "shoooots Bree, maybe you can run into 5th place!!" So I went for it, while being patient of course, I mean come on, I ran the first 4 miles so chilled out I thought it was time to sit in hammocks. At that moment 2 of the best guys in our state came FLYING down the hill and then Tim Marr, then the 5th place guy. I was still trucking up, wishing for an oxygen mask, dry shoes, a sweat shirt, and hot cocoa!
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Turn around and time to FLY down the hill...ooooooh it got so fun at this point! Except I'm not the best down-hiller and Im clumsy as anything on a trail so I was a bit timid to trip and fumble and mess up myself before Ironman Kentucky, so there went the 5th place guy. BUT HELLO, it got flatter and a few more rollers and he came back to me! 3 miles to go and I decided to "go till I blow", seriously, I did the first 7 miles smart...that was enough. I saw a 6:10 on the Garmin and a minute later I saw Tim Marr! Sheeeeooooots I thought, I know he is digging deep with Mauna Kea still in his legs or he would be up there with the first 2 men. I told my self out loud to "move my @$$".
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I got a 5:35 on the Garmin, discovered I was about to trip in the rocks and nearly ate cow poop crossing a cattle guard (we had to tip toe over 3 of them each way, well, the boys leaped over them), and I decided to just chill a tiny bit till we hit that paved section into the finish. Tim in his yellow top was the best target and I knew he was a much better runner than me but I tried to use him to get me my best possible run on the legs I had with the conditions given on that course. And 10 miles later it was good enough for 1:06 and 4th place. I'll be honest, all the "pacing" coach made me do this weekend was super fun being able to finish a race not half-dead, blown up, or bonked out. It's also fun to catch people when usually Im being eating alive by everyone and their dog passing me while I blow apart. I'm happy with the way my legs handled 2 hard races and the way my head is starting to find its way to my feet and heart in this sport.
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Okay.... talk about recovery, where is it?! Tomorrow is ocean float time all the way! Happy Sunday!
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Bree
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Saturday, August 7, 2010

From Sea to Stars...


Riding bike to the top of a volcano is seriously one of the most cool things ever done in my life. Ever. Of course this volcano (Mauna Kea) would happen to be the most crazy ride in all of the state of Hawaii and land you so far above sea level it takes your breath away. Sea to Stars, and I love it. After over dosing on poke yesterday I was ready to climb Mauna Kea today. So were my legs.
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Yesterday was a feisty run, one that honestly I was considering to "skip" because I wanted to ride well in the race. After reminding myself that "this race (and tomorrow's) train-through till Ironman Kentucky I WILL NOT skip anything that is MEANT TO be for IM KY success." Needless to say, during the warm up this morning my legs were my legs, my legs on "Ironman training" that is. However, I also knew the ride had opportunities to get in a LONG hard effort ride, work strong on trained legs, that always important long ride nutrition practice, and for me putting all the "mental training practice" to work.
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Here we go, after 3weeks without the IPOD I used it. Love it. CRAVED it like candy and after training without it for that long it was better than candy! The ride started in Waikoloa and we had to stay as a group for a single mile behind the escort truck. My heart was pounding, I rode next to Tim Marr just talking IM KY, he is racing too and knowing he was using both today and tomorrow as "training races" for the big one was real encouragement for me.
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After the mile the horn blew and my heart went nuts, literally nuts, the race was on! It began with an instant 13 mile climb and I wanted to stay with the guys for as long as possible. I hung with the pack most that climb then it got speedy and I knew that pacing smart is my weakness and today was an opportunity to practice. I let them go. 14 men all left me. Then there was a pack with the other men and women behind me. For the rest of that big climb and the upper highway section I thought of how cool it would have been to "fight and hang on" so I would have them to block my wind. Then I thought of the women behind me getting wind blockers but I didn't want to slow for that ride...so I cruised on.
Slowly I caught a guy, then another, then a few miles later another. The entire ride is up hill if you are wondering, from sea level to the tallest mountain top in the world from the ocean floor. This pacing thing was paying off, still feeling strong I could see the 14 all spread out and some coming back to me. The final 6 miles is the most difficult, its mostly 17% grade and just cold as can be and no breathing room. My head got so dizzy I saw stars! But I also saw more men...I fought with whatever my legs had left and by the time all was pau I brought back 7 of the 14 that left me on the first 13 miles.
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This race hurts so good. 50 miles of climbing through wind, heat, cold, rain, you name it we endure it. It takes your breath away, literally. It also makes you so thankful your body allows you do something so radical. The miles we were between Mauna Kea to the left and Mauna Loa to the right I could not stop smiling, I was in paradise above the clouds. By the way, this is where the IPOD stopped working and I was thankful, I could appreciate all I was seeing all the better.

Between the two volcanos just before taking the left turn up Mauna Kea.

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Once to the finish line it feels like finishing an Ironman to me, my heart skips a beat. Today I was so happy and proud I was laughing and crying tears of joy at the same time! Of course all the amazing guys that supported me racing with them and my friend Wendy who took support crew control for the Kona crew also made me feel beyond blessed to share the day with people I love so much.

After that I ate some meat, to recover. Then I got ice so tomorrow I can race all over again. Ahhh, love this life, really love it!

Thank you Gary, Junko, Paula, Luis, Jason, and all the other volunteers/race directors for giving us a reason to climb a volcano... loved every painful minute of it!

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Night from one very tired girl! Oooooh, make that a tired girl with a payday, free hotel nights, and a massage:)

Bree
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Thursday, August 5, 2010

1,330...

Babe Ruth was a stud for his 714 home runs, but did you know his less impressive strike outs are a whopping 1,330! I'm not even joking...if he didn't take that many swings he'd never have become our home run hero. If he gave up after a couple hundred strike outs he'd never accomplish his amazing 714 home runs. Clearly, I'm no Chrissie Wellington, my games are not "out of the park" and totally shutting out the other team, though that would be very nice. However, I'm racking up the strike outs (only because I'm brave enough to take the swings), because like Gary Mack says, "When you're not afraid to fail your chances of succeeding are greater". Shoots, I love this sport, Ill keep swinging knowing the dreams still exist and can happen...
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Okay back to my strike outs, I'll share the most recent. Dad & grandpa if you are reading this close your eyes, you'd want to slap me silly if you read any further. I went a little bananas. This girl born in the country to a dad who had deer hanging in the barn with it's throat slit and blood draining out, this girl who ate sausage biscuits and gravy every Sunday at grandmas, this girl who's mom kept your face full of beef jerky, this girl who drove tractors and learned to shoot a gun with her grandpa while hunting MEAT, went back to the vegan diet. It's not like it's hard, I had a horrible dairy allergy growing up and thankfully in our back yard we had a goat that my mom had to milk just for me... yummy. So going vegan was cake since I've been nearly dairy less all my life, it was just tossing out the MEAT and eating soyrizo instead of chorizo and tofurky instead of beef jerky, and well, I let go of bacon and ate bakin.
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My juicer is like my best friend so I thought I was getting all my nutrients that I might be missing. And when I landed myself in the doctors office very much lacking any protein he asked how I was supplementing. I told him I take a prenatal vitamin, dont laugh. I'm super far from being pregnant but I figured all the stuff in there was good enough to support me and Kainoa when he was in the belly it would be good enough to support me and ALL the training I do. Yes the nutritionist/doctor got a nice laugh out of that one. And poor coach, he was so supportive and tried to understand but was a little confused why I would do this smack in the middle of Ironman training when all things were going so well...ahhhh, strike out!
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So this week has been all about getting life back into me. I was hardly able to get up the stairs and out of bed. We discovered a lovely 60grams of protein a day was all that fueled and refueled my training rather than the 100-125 I needed. Oh don't think this was helpful for a bikini body, it gave me a nice 6 extra pounds on my booty...I blame the nuts. I was trying to eat A LOT of nuts which have way more calories than lean meats to get the same amount of protiens. Today I feel stronger than yesterday, better than last week, and I'm totally sure after 2 days in the doctors being pumped with vitamins ect, Ill be back in no time, because that ride up the volcano is calling me.
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This is my strike out of the season, don't try it at home. And if you are a vegan don't write me a LONG LIST about how you are making it happen in your house, that's nice. I've been vegan before and carnivore too and I think the farm girl in me despite now living on a beach just can't swim with fish she has to eat them too. And the dead cows, dont worry grandpa and dad, I did you proud, I ate them last night after swim practice.
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Moooooooo,
Bree
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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Climb On...

The things in life that challenge us the most are the things in life that make life worthwhile. So once again it looks like I'm taking a big climb up the side of a volcano, but not because I am "wanting" too, more because I have to be true to myself and this is something that challenges me beyond belief and causes my life to feel "lived".
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This weekend is meshed full of good races. The Sea To Stars 50 mile climb up Mauna Kea (the worlds tallest mountain) on Saturday & Mana Road 10 miler on Sunday. Both are challenges to me as last year Mauna Kea kicked me all over and once reaching a certain elevation I nearly fell of my bike in dizzy fits, not to mention island girl froze, and well I threw up about the time a boy in front of me fell off his bike trying to go straight up the thing. It hurt so good, when I was done the pain vanished and I was all smiles, giddy, laughing, totally thrilled that I looked fear of biking that beast in the face and made it up.
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Mana Road is a beautiful trail run, kissed by elevation again, crowded with cows, cool breeze, and off roadish. Clumsy me is challenged when I get off pavement or beach, but I love it. Coach asked yesterday, "Bree, what race gets you more excited, I dont know if I like them back to back, so honestly how do you feel?". I told him, "The run race excites me, I want to race it, to run strong and go for that. The bike ride already has me hurting, dizzy, barfing, and makes my quads want to fall off, for me that race is all mental, just have to get up it and LOVE 17% grade climbs sprinkled throughout 50 miles". He told me to give him an hour and he would let me know. I knew he would let me do the run, I want to race a good run, and at that moment I was so happy thinking I might get out of the climb "because coach said no" would be a good excuse when the boys ask why I'm not racing this year.
An hour later there it is...in black and white. The climb on Saturday. "SEA TO STARS". At that point I decided to just embrace it, think on it, love it, prepare. SO I took the road bike in to get my cassette changed and lucky ocean blue bar wrap on my bars. He said with my Ironman coming up it would be a good long day on the bike, working a steady effort, nutrition, pain. I agree, totally. My request to the boys... like last year, A RIDE DOWN PLEASE!? SO once again Ill come down the hill like the above photo, feet up and warm!

The above photo is the last 6 miles up. Its also the "cut off point". You have to be there by 6 hours or no going up...it's sort of fun riding at 2 miles an hour in some spots, the idea to walk your bike never crosses your mind because if you decide to get back on there is no way its happening, its like trying to get on your bike while its pressed up against the wall. I told the boys I'm ready to "tick tack". They reminded me that's 80's term for a skate board move, I forgot what the bikers do, post man or mail man, whatever it is, I'm already ready, blue bar wrap and all!

As for the run, oh I got so lucky! I get it too! The day after I get to go run that one...it will be the perfect place to practice running on bike-fried legs and making it count. I'm ready for a fun weekend. And if you are wondering... YES I plan to sneak the IPOD onto that ride. It must be filled with songs to get me up that beast, in fact, I already know one song I want on there, make fun of me all you want: When I see you smile, I can face the world, you know I can do anything.... that song will be on there, and Ill get my @$$ up the volcano laughing to some 80's song...."Sometimes I wanna give in, I wanna quit the fight, then I look at you and everything's alright"... ha ha.... this will be good. I got a run song too.... it helped me through today's run intervals...Come on pretty baby. In fact this new challenge of no IPOD and changing up my music to more Mello, calm, find a relax spot in training, actually helped a lot with this song. Running was GOOOOOOOOOD today. Okay, time to climb, go face some more challenges that make life worth living...

Bree

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