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Friday, October 28, 2011

Mike Tyson...

This is the morning that greeted a brand new day. It was gorgeous, the swim went well, and of course it made for a nice start to whatever the day was going to bring. From here it got even better (then it got not so better).

I landed here. Well, the monk seal did, not me, but I landed just like that seal into full on taper mode. If it weren't for the guard on the beach I would have been snuggled up to the seal too, because REST n' RECOVER days/week are all about chilling out...

This was my morning spot...under a shade tree, gently tucked out of the sun, yet enjoying some fresh air with a friend and her baby while the boys paddled. Of course I wanted to paddle but that is not part of swimbikerun and this close to race day it is all about swimbikerun. My friend Kara sent me a note earlier this week with a quote from Mike Tyson. I've been a Tyson fan since I was super young, when my dad bought my sisters and I boxing gloves for Christmas. Anyways, the quote came in more handy today than ever imagined. You ready for this???

..."Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the face". PERFECTLY said Mr. Tyson! Seriously, almost all things on this IM Florida journey have not went according to plan, and I planned gooooooood. I love plans and believe in them, however being flexible is always cool too, but a punch in the face sure and knock a plan out the window! Today's black eye was caused by Kainoa and I's flight totally falling through. Without major detail we landed no flight to Florida and looking at a last minute flight was causing me more tears than probably healthy for a girl.

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I did what I hardly ever do, reach out for help. It's humbling and hard but I was at a loss, (not just lost tickets). My heart and soul has been poured into training for this race, my family would be there, Kainoa was looking forward to a 14hr flight, and this triathlete needed to race-it's her job right?? Well, swimbikerunning, even driving to Florida is not possible from here, so the punch knocked me out and I asked around for help. You know who came running!? The REV3 crew. I'm not kidding in the least. I'm heading to an Ironman race and the REV3 crew is making it possible. Talk about big hearts and well, REV3 is out of this world not just for the races they put on, you've heard athletes all over the world boasting about them, but they genuinely care about athletes and triathlon no matter who-what-where-when. So...Kainoa and I will fly to Florida thanks to them.



As for the bike, he will fly too! Yesterday the new cranks were put on, (after a handful of boys handled it), you know it takes A LOT of man-power to get a bike to fit me! Anyways, I am happy to have it ready to race and trust the Bike Works crew and Swift crew enough to just roll with it...

Tomorrow will be my first big go on the set up, on the real road, yikes, then in the box it will tuck. Talk about getting excited. Nervous? Not yet. The work has been done, I trust my coach, the training, the taper, and the people that have helped me get to this point. Perhaps I got yet another punch in the face too close to race day, but with every plan thrown out the window a new one comes into action...

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Happy Weekend!

Bree
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Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Unique...

After a little research I discovered "unique" means: Having no like or equal; unparalleled; incomparable. Ahhh, perfect, sounds exactly like the life I live. Unique, aren't all of our lives unique?? I think so.
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Monday had me reflecting on all the dreams I held as a little girl. You know, be a veterinary, have a horse, 4 kids, a husband, and of course a monster truck like the big blue Chevy my dad had growing up. Monday I was watching my son take a shower at 7am at the Kona Pool. Never in a million bajillion years as a young girl would I think I'd be showering my son at 7am at a pool, on the way to school. BUT that is part of my unique life and I would never change or rearrange it. We woke up at 5:30 for swim practice, he watched me swim (helped coach), and did a little swimming of his own , he ate breakfast at the pool and mom "worked". It's our life...
Sunday we did the local Peaman Biathlon together too. Never in a bajillion million years would I have imagined I'd be running down Alii Drive with my 5 yr old, hand in hand, racing. Never would I have imagined it would be my job and one if his favorite family activities. It's a big part of our life, the life we have without horses, the giant Chevy monster truck, and well... you know the rest. I love our unique life...



I had another relay partner that biathlon too. I swam and he ran. It's about time this momma is getting her heart back into shape with all things life, love, and sport. We took 4th, I think Kainoa maybe outran him...haha. Not really, but it was new and fun for us to share this day with another someone...

One of the greatest things I have learned lately is trust. I am telling you so many things have flung upside down, to the left, to the right, and all over the place in this journey towards Ironman Florida. Things I don't even want to write involving sport stuff, bike crank demons, and family too. BUT you know what, I am totally trusting that when you have a life like no other, a unique one without a bunch of pre-written rules on how it will all workout or unfold, you just have to trust. Sort of like Kainoa trusting us when we tell him it's ALL GOING TO BE OKAY TO JUMP INTO THE OCEAN OFF A CLIFF. He goes, I'm going too...

Today was the final LONG ocean swim. I had 8 great people with me. One on the SUP board and 7 swimming alongside me. To arrive at the ocean and see your friends ready to take on your big swim with you meant the world! I'm the one heading to the race and they are the ones helping me get the most out of myself for a good race day. It was awesome. The swim was incredible. Long, super choppy, some dolphins of course showed up, and we had a few good laughs at the expense of climbing a buoy. You better believe race day will not be my own, it will belong to the handful of people that have swam, ran, and biked with me...

...Then this. To get out of the ocean and find your most favorite drink and a handful of kiwi to bust your prerun kiwi craving, you have to believe you have it good even while the other stuff is somewhat sour. I was super blessed. What a surprise and what a thankful heart I'm now holding.

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Tomorrow will be the final big ride and more swimming. The bike still is not set for me but again, I am not stressing. It's unique right?! I mean, life on an island sometimes means you have to wait a little, er lot, longer for things to happen and as I have learned, they don't always happen the way you imagined they would when you were 13. But as Bob Marley sings, "Don't worry, every little thing is gonna be alright..."

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Bree
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Saturday, October 22, 2011

Days Like These...

Yesterday came at perfect timing. A few days had rolled into what reflected a mess. The cranks did not work on my bike, my bike is not ready to roll (but I rolled it anyways). Thursday, 4 days before flying to Florida the cranks (that work for my bike) should arrive. Stress, who me? No. Am I happy about it, not really. BUT worry never made anything better...


THEN I felt like a mess. All my awesome rides, great runs, and fabulous swims seemed to feel "off". OH MY GOSH, really now? Why now? Why so close to my race? Stress, no. Talked to coach, the work is done, he pulled the plug on a longish ride and gave me recovery fun day yesterday morning to de-stressorize and take a mini-mental break from thinking too hard on how my body is feeling, you know-not panic! That sent me to a "beach training day" with the paddler boys, nice. It was a run on the beach, an ocean swim, then paddle. Let me tell you, it was the most refreshing, rejuvenating workout in a very long time. The long runs and rides have had me loving largely, but it was awesome to mesh in with people I never train with and do a real beachy workout. Coach and his buddy Lance-fast-on-a-bike also landed there for ocean swim and paddle, it must have been the right thing if they landed there too. Finally I was feeling back to normal, happy and calm. BUT the crank thing was still lingering... The evening sent 5 of us families to the beach. This evening would roll into a sunset that would roll into a sunrise that is exactly 2wks out from race day. SO exciting. 2wks out is when I am most eager, too long drives me crazy and too close gets me goofy, ready now. The night was brilliantly painted with blue waters and orange sky. What a dream to land in such a spot, still so much in love with a sunset as ever...




Kainoas Beach house...



A night under a star filled sky left open plenty of moments to day dream, make wishes on stars, and just keep the focus positive despite the previous days of crank-disaster. You know keeping calm is a must when 140.6 miles are about to look you in the eyes and ask you to take them on. Other than a hug, a beach night was the only thing to chill me out.


Loving my friends and beyond thankful for them...



...and what girl doesn't love waking up with bed head overlooking the ocean? Feet in the sand is such a cool way to wake up, I highly recommend it if you need a little breathing room from all things life, love, sport. There was a bike ride to tackle on my plan so the morning had to get rolling...

It rolled into the ocean where belly flop contests, swimming, and lots of children played. Watching Kainoa have that much fun made it all so worth it, he really is a strength for me these days. Then it was time to pack up and roll out and tackle the bike. The bike was not that wonderful as it was missing my cranks and then a drunk driver road me off the road. Me and the bike stayed upright and all my lucky stars were shining as it made me get back my super happy attitude, funny how freak out like that can challenge you to just keep it all in perspective and drop the stuff that causes a mess. Ah, 2 more weeks till the big day, I'm feeling better for it, days like these happen...

Tomorrow some final middle distance run miles and a little biathlon for Kainoa, it's Sunday. Sundays are good days, right? Have a good Sunday!


Bree
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Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Bike.

This is going to be short and sweet because I am so ready for bed. My new bike touched down on the island, the crank was too big for my short legs, the part will arrive in Kona on Friday, I took the bike out anyways! Oh believe me I was nervous about a new bike and the cranky position so close to Florida. ALL has been going so good, I mean I rode more miles on the old bike in that position, with those baby cranks than I've ridden in my entire life. But I could not NOT ride, so I rode the new bike with "sort of set up position and giant cranks for a 6'5 man".
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I LOVED EVERY MINUTE of that ride! That bike is going to be AMAZING, more AMAZING than ever....I just know it. You know when you "feel" something, you just "believe" something to be good?? I have that happening about this bike, it's more than love at first sight n' ride, it's mine, for me. Friday the new cranks will get on the bike, (we were not able to switch the old ones over in case you are wondering, something with the bottom bracket??). Oh gosh I am a very happy girl...
The first ride was on my most favorite loop...

Of course the loop had one pit stop. It was short, sweet, and to the point.

A little over 3 hours later it was time to run. That's like another test in itself, running off the bike. You can totally tell the bike position, bike, and everything else when you hop off to run. I could tell I was doing the giant step thing I used to do TOO much when running off the bike. With my old cranks it was so easy to take giant steps because my legs were working that way on the bike. After going to the smaller cranks the running stride shortened so much, it helped me pretty darn well. So today, off the bike, I had the legs going long steps off the bike after riding again with the long cranks. Thankfully I noticed it and was able to fix it up, but its so much easier to do when you ride for hours with little spins. Friday my friends it will be all good again...

I'll be honest, I am SO TIRED. In a good way, the way you need to be a little worked so when taper happens you actually have something to taper from. Now is time to bank up the sleep, our pre-sleep happened in the dark, under stars. Kainoa and I just had to chill out near the ocean and let the sound of the waves sing us a lullaby...it worked wonders.

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Happy training...

Bree
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Monday, October 17, 2011

Floating Above...

It's been a week above the clouds over here. Another big training week survived, enjoyed, and everything in between. The load is getting so much more manageable, my life harmony is all starting to sound so pretty as motherhood, sport, and family/friends find their way to blend together. Less than 3weeks to go now...

The focus this week was running. Lots of it. Different speeds, different company, and different spots around the island. Last night was the final run of the week, it landed at a sunset in the sand. 62 miles of happy. I asked coach for another hour so I could make 70, I've never even ran more than 60, but 70 sounded so cool that I wanted it. He told me not to get greedy, I'm healthy, uninjured, and there really was no need...

...so I stopped in the sand and called it a run week.



Below the surface...

Today is recovery day. Phew. Swim practice this morning filled a little excitement in Kona Pool. Coach and Speedy pants on a bike (and in the pool) showed up. In order to keep the "recovery" in my recovery day I had to get wise, it was then my plan of attack included "working my draft". I'd leave so close on Lance's feet that they were honestly shoved up my nose. He never told me to chill out or leave 5-10 seconds back, so I hung as best as I could swallowing his feet. It was that or throw the idea of any sort of recovery out the window. He's really fast in the pool...
The other, equally exciting part of today will be getting my hands on that new 2012 Swift bike of mine! It's not ready, sadly there is a problem with the cranks I have (the little ones I changed to) fitting into the new bike. Friday they will arrive in the island, till then I'll ride it with the big strong man cranks. Sorry the photo is so odd, the bike is hanging on the wall till they change out my saddle and fit it up to my shorty legs and long torso self.
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Have a good week wherever you are reading this from,
Bree
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Friday, October 14, 2011

20 Miles With A Nerd...

I'm a firm believer all long runs feel better when they land in the ocean. Would be best if it was skinny dipping style, but a bikini works too. Today was 20 miles, the last long one before Florida and it finished in the ocean. In no particular order, (I'm too tired to actually arrange photos), here is a photo a mile for you courtesy of "Dolphin Boy Productions".

The neon blue Quicky Blade Lights are AWESOME! I even wore them IN THE OCEAN on my last mile and they let go of all the water as soon as I climbed up the rocks...

Half way, the "focus" was starting to get serious at this point and the "ooooh this is fun" was starting to take the back seat as I need to brush up on my long running focus.

Such a beautiful sunny day for a run. It was unbelievable out there and THANK YOU to those that honked, tooted horns, and some weird cheer from a red truck...

Busted. Laughing out loud when the question was asked about a ceratain boy...

13 miles pau, 7 to go, still loving the run, the pace, the fuel...

...more about him. This was a real "laugh out loud moment" and I loved it, but it made me run too fast for a few minutes, had to dial it back.

This time I was singing, nearly caused a car wreck with the screaching, squeling sounds I tried to sing.

Digging deep, pretending to be running in the race. It felt so real, I could hear all of it and feel all of it.

Every long run is that much better when you have your own personal aid station! Thank you Pat so much for riding along with bottles and pacing me...

GREAT hair day!

No stopping at the beach, run momma, run...

Enjoying the morning, at this point there was no place I'd rather be than the Queen K with run shoes on while chasing my goals...

Almost pau. Happy to have hit my goals for the run...


Had to pull the hair way back, it was getting serious...
Coconut water, all of it in a breath...
A very good day at the office, so thankful for my job and those that make it possible...
Heck ya momma! Stoked.
And into the ocean, shoes and all....
What a great day for a 20 mile run.

Bree.
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