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Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Summer Pie...

This is the view from our roof, we like sitting up there soaking in the Summer.  One thing that makes it even better is pie!  It has been a while since Kainoa shared a recipe, here is one for the roof tops!
This pie is so easy even a 5 year old can do it!  It is so simple most all moms have the ingredients ready to roll and if not IT IS OKAY because the pie has been made a million times, in a million ways, with whatever you have in the kitchen...

Summer Pie is basically, oats, fruit, flour, something sweet, something creamy.  That is it.  I'll tell you what we used but KNOW you can use whatever you have on hand and it will turn out.

  • 3 cups of berries (no berries, that is okay, use apples, pears, peaches, ect.)
  • 1 1/2 cups oats
  • 1 cup coconut flour (use ANY flour your diet eats)
  • Agave to taste (use honey, stevia, brown sugar, white sugar, whatever you like)
  • 1 cup coconut oil (again, up to you, butter works too!)
  • Optional to the crust:  Mash in a banana, nuts, coconut shreds, cinnamon (we did).
To make it:  Mix everything but the fruit in a bowl.  Mix it well and taste it often.  Pour in sweet stuff till you like it even better.  It will vary by person.  A banana holds it together well, dates will sweeten it up, coconut shreds give it a texture, and I like nuts...there is no wrong way.

Use half the crust in the bottom of a pie pan, no need to grease it.  Add your berries (or papaya, apples, any fruit, 3 cups worth) to the pie.  It will be fully loaded.  Now you can add more agave or sweet stuff here too. 

Add the remaining parts of the crust on top of the fruit.   Bake at 350 for about 30-35 minutes.  We bet you like it.  It is so easy and every week of Summer you can mix up the fruit combination or what you add into the crust. 
Happy Summer!
Bree
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Monday, June 25, 2012

Another Rainbow...

Before I even begin, listen to this song, play it okay...you might like it.  Another Rainbow. It began as Kainoa's new favorite song a couple months ago and after hearing it over and over I actually listened to the lyrics and liked them, for me...

Saturday on the way to Hilo we had a brilliant rainbow, it of course did what all rainbows do for me, remind me I am in the RIGHT PLACE at the RIGHT TIME with the RIGHT PERSON/PEOPLE.  Life gets so crazy with it's twists, turns, forks in the roads, and reruns.  So of course I cherish every opportunity to feel as if life is as it should be despite the bumpy roads.  I ran in Hilo, the change of pace was refreshing, the rain was freezing, and the journey was needed.


Summer has been beautiful, more sunsets, beach moments, sandy feet, and colors of everything good in the world than a girl could ever imagine.  Every Summer it feels as if Kainoa and I bring out our "family traditions".  These are the very things we began together when our life turned into just the two of us.  A favorite has always been cereal on the beach at sunrise, (or when swim practice is over).  It was always the one thing we could afford as just a single mom and son, and the simplicity of it always felt more like a million bucks.  We share our life now and treasure the expansion of our hearts, but these traditions always seem to remind me of the strength I gathered all by myself when 2 little blue eyes looked at me with a lot of hope and trust that we would be okay...


Kainoa still looks at me a lot with those blue eyes, as if I can keep us floating in bigger waves than we want, in stronger currents than we feel we can swim through, and when the beach looks so far away from the ocean we are swept up in.  I didn't give up recently, but darn I got feeling sorry for myself. 

Thursday and Friday last week I was given a very wonderful opportunity, a friend of mine is a coach/trainer/fitness guy on the island and happend to be out of town when a very important man was coming into town in search of 2 days of long rides.  He called me to cover, how exciting for me, a paid bike ride!  What began as a ride with a stranger soon became a ride with someone that has had more impact on my life than I could have imagined nearly 200 miles would have created.  His approach to his businesses and family was so powerful in a way that I was in search of putting that same vision to the test in my sport, with my family involved. 

After both days I scribbled copious amounts of gems (lessons learned from him) into my journal, devouring all I'd never really focused on because the thought of "business" and "triathlon" just seemed like 2 different worlds.  Feeling like the poor girl from a little island, somewhat in the middle of journey without a map, this man full of accomplisments, success like I have yet to understand, and a paved out vision so clearly defined, looked at me and said, "Bree I am proud of you".  It had me in tears as I rode home, as if to say I am not sinking at all,  the big waves my life sometimes sweep over me but I am doing just fine...

I was then given a check, it was about the price of my rent.  That check was held so tight in my hand but not more firmly than a final lesson.  Perhaps sometime I should spill the lessons all here for you, for now they will stay safe in my journal.  But one that I loved most was how he defines success in this world, remember he owns 9 businesses all over, he has built his life from the ground up on his own, he is reaping the rewards (plenty of them) from hard work, and his thought of giving back to the world, making it better, and knowing when he dies that he was successful is this:

"That your child is happy and well adjusted"

I am not kidding.  To ask what success is and hear the above response made me feel like a champion!  It is not all his acolades, millions of dollars, businesses left to family, the homes and cars, it is to leave something behind, a child, and leave him/her/them, happy and well adjusted!  As he spoke of his family I knew without a doubt he was not bluffing me, above all, they are his everything and the very reason he has risen to the top.  I almost didn't put that check into my bank, these lessons, the things learned, are so invaluable to me.  It was a better ride than that time I rode with the Tour de France winner, and I LOVED that ride too...



It is finally bed time, after beach and volcano cave walking today with the 5yr old and his buddy, I am ready to rest easy, almost race day right??

Aloha,
Bree
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Thursday, June 21, 2012

Longest Day of the Year...

Here at the pier began the longest day of the year (Summer Solstice).   In so many, many ways flashbacks of my first Ironman began to swirl.  Many long days, including Ironman start in this spot.  A beautiful swell filled the bay this morning, the horizon stole precious thoughts as the sun rose and reminded me of all I love about triathlon.  4 of us girls dove in together, but I got out solo as my day was not the usual dolphin seeking adventure I'm usually part of, it was a big work day for me.

A friend of mine has a client in town that wanted bike company for a couple hours with someone that knows the course, that would be me. What began as a ride turned into a race.  100 miles faster than I had ridden all year.  It was a surprise to be greeted with a ride like that, yet I welcomed the opportunity to give my legs a thrilling ride, challenge my heart, and give my mind the chance to endure some pain.  It was far from a play day and more like an Ironman.  The man I rode with is a very successful business man, do not let his briefcase fool you, he uses his time on the bike to ride out each and every frustration, stress, and concern of his work.  Every pedal stroke is someone or something he is riding from, literally mashing down and moving the bike far beyond any desk job.  It was unreal to see this, no clock or bike computer, just pure push his entire ride.  That is how he rides, every time.  Much like the way he attacked his approach to work, all or nothing, he rides his bike.

At the end of the ride my stomach was so sick, in more knots than ever received in an Ironman.  I was dizzy, legs heavy, and more than satisfied.  It was a brilliant day for me, success in a lot of ways.  Who imagined I could learn so much about triathlon from a successful business man in roughly 5hrs. I loved that ride, and at the end he asked me to go again tomorrow after swim practice.  That my friends will be my 3rd 100 mile ride of the week...

Being the longest day of the year, the island takes full advantage of the Summer Sun.  We have the annual beach run race near sunset hour.  After the swim/ride there was roughly 90 minutes till I had to be at the start line, truthfully there were very few places I'd rather be so I of course showed up.  Absolutely no warm up, that ride counted as all the warm up the legs could desire.  There was one small issue, my stomach was still in knots, badly.  Forgive me if you get grossed out, but it felt exactly the way it feels after an Ironman on that start line, I wasn't sure if I'd puke up the lunch I just ate after riding or the other.  It was really, really bad and I was so thankful that all around me were friends, they understood and those that knew laughed with me...

Mile 1 and 2 were lovely, 6:11 and 6:02, the legs must have been happy to be running in sand or something.  Mile 3 and 4 were not that lovely and it became the mental challenge I so desperately have to learn to work through.  All along imagining that I had the strength to run on top of everything else that the longest day of the year has given me...it was a long final 2 miles in that sand and rocky path and I enjoyed them beyond words. They were part of the pieces to the puzzle of competition.
The longest day served up a beautiful sunset and during the swim, bike, and run that I am so thankful to have known today, my heart got happy about Portland, about Philippines 70.3, (as they are my next to races), and then gave me the push to sign up for Ironman Louisville when I got home, and so I did.  I love that distance, today remined me that it may be hard, long, and painful, but it is something I enjoy in a way that words will not do justice...

Aloha Ahiahi from a very tired me,
Bree
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Wednesday, June 20, 2012


Without a doubt the day began near perfect, the market.  One of the things I appreciate most about a simple life, on an island, is good food at good prices.  Today had me beaming at the papayas, 9 for $2.00.  Other than free from the neighbors tree, this was enough to set my day into motion-happy.

From there it was run squad, without a doubt yesterday does not count with this crew, it is "whatever you have, bring".  I need that, it is so good to just dig in without having a list of buts, but this and but that.  Not to mention the effort here always throws me into that deep spot in a race where you have 2 choices, hang on or let go.  Practicing it race day is never enough, learning to welcome and embrace it here has been something worth wild for me...
 Recovery swim, it was right about here that my legs really wanted to just go home and chill out, eat, maybe even sleep. Then the dolphins swam underneath and there was no place I'd rather be...
 Onto the bike was next. This time the idea of going home to chill out my legs did not entertain me.  I am so blessed to have this as my work, I love it, all of it, and despite any lingering fatigue a couch is never more fun to me.  Wind blown, sun drenched, maybe even overly full from eating on the go, I was in the moment and thankful.  Of course it did get better when I met up with Andrea out on the HWY, a little girl talk never hurts.  After waving bye to each other it was back to business, just clinging to my goals...

On the way to swim practice, yes one more swim (in the pool this time), my little sister sent the above photo.  She has made it on bike, from one state to another!  Totally inspired, I let go of the craving to feel pooped, tired, worn thin, and just shook my head at her photo.  She is seriously riding bike every single day for 3 months all the way to Florida!  How on Earth can I feel anything remotely close to tired after her daily dose of "I am riding, again and again everyday!".

It took over half the practice to feel decent.  Going behind 3 bigger men helped with the draft for sure. But of course, as the finish gets closer, the guts and balls grow.  Somewhere deep within there was a small, quiet part of me that wanted to know the feeling from the hard run this morning.  The one where you get into race mode and have that choice presented to you:  "Hang on or let go".  I hung onto the best of me and landed in a world of hurt, discomfort, and sheer satisfaction for literally giving it all, all day long...

“You've got to think about 'big things' while you're doing small things, so that all the small things go in the right direction.”  Alvin Toffler

Good night,
Bree 
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Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Sunrise...

Seriously, thank God for sunrises.  What a good, good feeling to wake up to a new day. The weekend was super so it wasn't like I needed a new day to start over, but I did need the reminder that things have a way of working themselves out just as they should be.

Japan 70.3 is this weekend, as you know my heart was so set on that race and for more reasons than I have fingers to count on it did not land as a possibility for me to go at this time.  Bummed to say the least, optimistic to say the most.  But darn it!  AS it gets closer to Sunday, race day, and I'm missing out on a start line that I was dreaming to be on, just dreaming, I feel like Molly Ringwald in Sixteen Candles when everyone forgets her birthday.  She gets the handsome good guy in the end though, so I will use that 80's movie to remind me that in the end I will also land a happy ending...

This morning I did what every motivated triathlete girl missing her race would do, go ride her bike for a long time banking hours for her next race.  I just rode, and rode, then rode more.  Most the ride solo, 2 hours with company, and one pit stop at a pretty beach, (where I looked out over the Pacific in Japans direction).  


So what is next for me?  This momma is headed to Portland for the REV3 Half.  Last year I had a great experience and am looking forward to another good trip to the land of good berries and roses!  Until then, back on the bike, into my run shoes, and of course swimming.  Oh...I've landed a nice little part time job at the end of the week too, that means I can fly my bike over to the race!  I have also landed a total pop quiz for Sunday! Do I run or not run Kona Half Marathon 2 weeks before Portland???  This is when I do best with a pen and paper, 30 seconds to list a few reasons, and then sleep on it...

Time to sleep on it...
Happy training from the Big Island!!
Bree
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Sunday, June 17, 2012

Father's Day...

We found a dog, it might never leave now that it has been cleaned and fed.  Being Father's Day I'm carefully watching how Masuda handles the boys all naming and claiming this dog.  It is so hilarious to witness the love that this dog is knowing and the decision of what to do all resting on one mans shoulders.  To keep it is another story.  The deal (so far) is they can keep it for the day then let it go.  It's evening now and the dog has not gone anywhere, except in the house a few times.  Laughter floods me, fills my heart, and is taking over any ability to be rational about keeping a dog that needs a home and landed here.  Masuda is doing his best to put a foot down yet struggling against the pressure to keep him... 

This exact moment reminds me of the time I worked all Summer on my grandpas farm and bought a tractor with all my money.  What on Earth was I going to do with a tractor at 17 years old? Living the farm life really got to me that Summer, I was practically born in a barn you know.  My dad had some pressure for sure, facing my tears sitting on my beloved tractor reminds me of this dog situation and that is making me smile just thinking of all the awesome men that are part of my life, grandpas, dads, Masuda, uncles, friends, coaches.  I love Father's Day for moments like this...

Our afternoon was of course, spent at the beach.  Some surf, a little sun, lots of sand, and good memories in the making..

Yesterday was spent at the keiki run race.  Oh my gosh, I loved it, I needed it!  The passion these kids bring to sport was so awesome.  The best was the 5-6yr old 200 yard dash full on racing with all their hearts!  2 girls were about to chick a young boy and BOOM!  They had a total run in.  Once they both got to their feet it was all or none to catch back up the boy that survived the crash on both feet...it made me want to go race, thankfully that would happen today...


The speedy high school girls, Lieto, the Hawaiian Michael Phelps, and I pretty much acted like the kids in yesterdays race.  Smack talk, game plans, some action, and a little not so clean fun.  This day was a very welcome treat for me as I needed zero pressure to do something I love.  Just have fun, what a concept!!!!  80 or so of us lined up for this mini adventure at Kailua Pier, it is after all Peaman and those you know are like the Olympics of Hawaii!
The Hawaiian Michael Phelps was my target today.  It's funny, he can probably out swim any girl in triathlon and yet I have no fear of him and zero anxiety lining up with him the way I do in triathlons.  This is the mystery that I so deeply want to unravel...how can I have SO MUCH fun at local races with my training buds and go faster than I go in races?  Note to self:  Learn how to race under pressure.

Today was all about fun.  Pete, (the Hawaiian Michael Phelps), is gone away to college but returns every year faster than the year before.  He does all our local swim races and today did his first ever biathlon.  All week we trash talked and tried to figure out how much he would need to out swim me to win and I tried to figure out how fast I'd have to run to catch him.

The race was 1/2 mile swim and 2 mile run.  For him to win he had to beat me out of the water by at least a minute, knowing his run pace was going to be 6:15-6:30 pace.  That meant I had to be out less than a minute after him, (my arms hurt just thinking of that), and I'd have to run 5:30ish pace.

Lucky for him he had Lieto and Leahi to keep him company in the swim and could drop them when he was ready to make a move, leaving me swimming between those 3 and the chase group. Holding on for as long as possible was my mission, after getting dropped work as fast as I could, then get out and run.  Out of the water my split was called to me, 52 seconds back!  That was the best swim of my life to date, seriously.  He usually gets me by over a minute in the half mile and to be honest coach was thinking 2 minutes but kept a little hope for me anyways, Pete thank you for that work you taught me...
...and there we are coming into the finish!  He ran closer to 6 minute pace and it took forever to catch him and to the finish line to actually drop him!  Damn I wish training days like this would happen for me in racing, if only I could understand how to turn pressure for a payday into a lot more fun, because at the end of every swimbikerun enjoyment of some sort always lands within me...

Of course Kainoa was there, lucky charms are always good for us moms.  I've got some hard work to do before my next race, until then this local race was a welcome treat for me...

Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there!
Bree
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Wednesday, June 13, 2012

I learned...


In a single day I got to swim with a dog, dolphins, a manta, and someone my own size.  That same day Coach Steve invited me to sit in on a chat he was having with the swim squad a month out from their last BIG meet of the season.  Pep talks, motivational speeches, and moments of inspiration always come in handy for me, listening in was good for this momma...

You know what I learned?  Plenty.  In a nut shell, it summed up to the basics that as athletes, or just people wanting the most out of ourselves, little things really, are all it takes to make a bigger deal. Because I've got a bedtime story to read to a 5yr old I'll make this the short version of the chat.

  1. RESPECT.  Respect the people that are on the journey with you.  Coaches, team mates, yourself, parents.  He was talking (since most the team is young) about the sacrifices parents make to get their children to and from the pool everyday, the cost of being on the team, ect.  This totally goes for all of us, we are where we are in some (small or large part) thanks to those in our lives. Be sure to not waist their time or your own, be in it for them if that encourages you.
  2. BE THERE.  Motivation runs low from time to time, but if you are in the pool be in the pool.  Coach was talking about how some of the team skip laps, swim under the water and turn back, and all the sneaky things swimmers do in a lane full of swimmers. If you have to be at practice (of any swimbikerun) be at practice.  Just commit to the hour or 8 that you are there since you are out there anyways.
  3. ENJOY IT.  This time in your life will not last forever.  The team mates, the workouts, the camps, the meets, the opportunities, your health, will come and go.  We are so fortunate to be part of sport, it may not define us but it is a very cool part of who we are, embrace that.  These memories, these moments will last long after the training and races go.
  4. BE CHILDLIKE.  As the pep talk was going on the youngest swimmers were all jumping in, they show up to practice super early so they can play in the pool even before practice starts.  They want more water time, more swim time, more time with their team and coach.  They LOVE it.  The older swimmers show up with a million complaints, tired from school, tired of practice, tired of everything.  They dread getting in (not all of them), they get in late, show up late, find a reason to get out early.  Somewhere from our youth to adulthood we lose our passion for things in life, sport, love.  We have to find ways to keep it fresh.
  5. LOSE EXCUSES.  Whatever the excuse it, lose it.  We get in our own way, we have to get out of our way to become the best we can be.
I learned so much, it was cool to be the mom sitting on the bleachers with all the fastest swimmers in the state of Hawaii.  They have this opportunity now, I reminisced of my own youth and asked myself all the questions they were left to ponder on.  It really is never too late to start something, even being a better version of yourself.



Of course I landed home from that swim and run to discover my pineapple is finally making a big ol' pineapple! These things take 1-3 years to become "ready to eat", I'm telling you, going from the pep talk to the garden where I have been waiting a year for the pineapple, was so refreshing to see how sticking to the goals we hold are so, so worth it...

And with all Summers, training is taking on a bigger load.  Mine is Summer Slumber Parties.  Tonight is movie night for Kainoa and his buddy.  I'll find time to chill out when he's 18...


Good night from a very, very sleep me.
Bree
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Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Summer Play List...


...Because every Summer should have a play list:


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Sunday, June 10, 2012

Bike, Run, Surf, Sunset...

Summer has been making some unreal sunsets on the island, the little bit longer days have created some extra salty, sandy, sun drenched moments.  3 days in a row, from 3 different (favorite) spots on the island I've watched the sun fade the day away...very thankful sums it up.
Friday evening we ran up Pu'u Wa'awa'a, that jello mold hill in the back ground. It is by far, far, far one of my most favorite runs.  It's only a 10 minute drive from my home so that makes it easy, it is the perfect grade to kick your okole if you want it too, you can run it or walk and feel the burn in your butt!  Coach gave me an hour run that evening so we made it take an hour up...you can do it much slower by walking or faster by racing a friend. An hour is cruise pace for us and settled the score to make coach happy. 

From the top we landed the perfect sunset, froze (it's almost 7,000ft which is really tall for an ocean level girl like me), and then we went back down, that is hardly 30 minutes if you chase the sheep and goats.  Saturday my butt hurt worse than it did after Hawaii 70.3!  It was like a stair climbing exercise that would have made both Jane Fonda & Richard Simmons so proud of me!


Saturday was back on the bike for just shy of 4hrs. Just like a little girl in pig tails, my bike really is my Summer buddy that I enjoy being on everyday.  From there we landed at the beach for a salt bath.  I spent time thinking on my next race, at the moment I'm not in.  Japan 70.3 was next on my list and sadly my name never landed on the start list, after sorting it out the words "too late" came back in the email.  Not sure if that is some sort of sign that financially I just better stay put till the July 7th race or if it means fly over to the Texas or Canada race since both are on the same day as Japan.  I love Japan, I want to return...my fingers are crossed for some kind of resolution. Toes are crossed too.  My attitude is trying to be a good sport just in case nothing works out, because sometimes things don't go the way we want. 


Today was back on the bike for 3.5 hours, I did the big hill loop.  Hill loop is my favorite solo ride, not to mention it takes me home through passing by Pu'u Wa'awa'a (where I snapped the jello photo).  Coach gave me a section to "work it" so I put myself in race-frame-of-mind.  It amazes me how I can train so focused and land in that racing mode with just an IPOD.  The search for that on race day is my Summer goal so I paid extra attention to how I landed so focused and the feelings that were parading within, I want to return to them on race day...

After the ride was a quick 30 minute run and I literally had a pain in my okole still lingering from Friday's run up a hill.  If that wasn't "race day practice on a training day" I have no idea what is!  I was put into "find a way" mode pretty quick and landed home 31 minutes later face first in eggs and everything else I could find to eat!

AND then...because it's Summer...we went to the beach till sunset, and surfed.  The waves were so beautiful.  The fun size, not too big that you have to worry you break any ribs, but not too small that you would rather read a book in the sand.  Some were taller than me and those had me all smiles, all shades of happy, and found me fully soaking up every good and perfect part of my day.  Lieto came out too, both of us called it swim practice for the day, and by the time the sunset my arms were equally as sore as my legs.  Being in the ocean with Masuda, the boys, and good friends set the last night of the week into pure harmony after a nice sized training weekend...

Happy Summer,
Bree
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Thursday, June 7, 2012

A large volume of adventures may be grasped within this little span of life, by him who interests his heart in everything. - Laurence Sterneoft... I LOVE that quote!!!!!!

 
My sisters and I have always held dear to our hearts a major load of passion to see all, do all, and touch all.  Perhaps that is why we seem to land just about everywhere we ever dream to go. Feet in the sand, in oceans, on boats, on top of bike pedals and surfboards, on rocky and paved roads too. They inspire me, I inspire them, we inspire each other, our dreams become shared and realized together...
Tonight my younger sister Brooke, bro n' law, and nephew are flying off island to begin a 3 month long bike ride across the mainland.  Sunday they begin with a 5 hour ride and while I'm on bike that day too, we will think of each other, both out chasing a dream, following a path we once entertained now become reality.  The difference is they will wake up everyday for 3 months and ride, seeing all of the cool state parks, national parks, and sights some only dream to take in.  I'm inspired thinking on it, wide eyed just wondering all they will experience.  And what a cool thing to share as a small family just beginning life together...love it!  You can follow them here:  Nelson Family.

Despite the joy I hold for them, life on the island will not be the same and my heart is already missing them tremendously.  But with all dreams, sometimes we have to move our feet to actually land in the possibility of having the dream happen. Off they go, inspired I am, and with that I'm encouraged to go soak up more of the opportunities this life holds for us!  ALL THE BEST Nelson family, chase them dreams down!!


Kainoa is also living out some dreams too, small kind, like big slides...

 
Good night from the Big Island,
Bree
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Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Lilikoi Summer...


Woke up bright and early, it is Summer you know, and I read a big story on post race depression.  It was good reading, not because I think I have it, I'm 99.9% sure I'm not even close, but because it was a great reminder that it is OKAY to jump back on the bike, into tri life, and pick up another goal to reach for-that is the way to beat it! Keep moving, tackle other non-sporty things, and check off things on your bucket list, (that is easier at the end of your big A race, when you have lots of time), but after other races get the smaller things checked off and of course focus on another race if your season is still going strong... 

Summer for this mom means more Kainoa time, as school is out.  I've got to get creative on how to train (my work is not over yet, searching for a compu-trainer or something at the moment).  Last night I busted out my bucket list and tried to see what things can be tackled between racing, after races to defend any post race depression finding me, and of course make it a Summer Kainoa will remember...

The Summer list had to be minimized, my life list is much too gigantic, more of a world wide exploration & discoveries all over the place.  The family friendly list, Kainoa sized, is more of an island road trip.  We began the planning of it yesterday and my belly got butterflies, it will land as a Summer the boys will remember after we get it rolling and map it out, yet leave room for getting lost.  I've also got the Summer list including a travel race with Kainoa, I want him to come to the Philippines with me, that's a bit of a secret and I'm not sure how to bring it into a possibility just yet, but it's been too long since he has left the country with me and there are SO MANY life lessons & opportunities beyond a classroom in travel that I want him to experience, (cross your fingers on that one happening). 
Of course little things are on the list too, he wants a lemonade stand. Does every kid in the world put a lemonade stand on their Summer list!?  I know I had one when I was super young, we made about $1.25.  Kainoa wants to sell carrots and corn at his, thankfully our garden is fully blooming and can make that happen...if you see corn sold on the beach, humor me and buy some from the 5yr old, please.
 As for triathlon, today was such a good, good day in my sport life.  I woke up with 2 options, ride easy to the group then cruise half their ride with them for a 2hr ride or ride easy to the group, ride all their ride, then recover home for a 4hr ride.  The legs felt better than anticipated so I went the 4 and landed one of the best rides of the season.  It was of course windy and hot, (if you raced Honu Saturday you know the feeling).  With any group ride it began nice and friendly but managed to turn into a pelaton that raced into a "who can drop and hang" that landed a sprint finish.  My legs were so eager to play, not sure if that was a smart move on the post-race recovery plan, but they felt like rock stars so I went for all the fun the boys could dish out.  And as luck would have it, the wheel sucker would come by at the very end and take the glory...

Being out there with a group was just what I needed and put it on my plan to keep at it with them, I truly need to get the "race" mode in me more fired up and perhaps the best way is to work more with these guys and less with my IPOD on "Hawaiian jams of the 90's". 
If you are ever on the island on a Tuesday, meet the group at Bike Works Beach N' Sport at 8:30, they go for about 2+hours and have some firecrackers in the group.  They have all sorts of routes.  If you need more ride time leave Kona about 7am and ride up to meet them then cruise back after their ride, I did that today and it made a nice warm up and cool down, not to mention the extra 40-50 miles depending where you leave from.  We had about 30 of us today...

As for the lilikoi part of Summer, thanks to the handsome man in the above photo that always seems to believe in me more than I do, he left some Maui lilikoi jam for me that somehow was the only thing that would kick my post-longish-ride sweat loss/sun drenched mess back into the swing of things...

Happy Summer!!
Bree
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Monday, June 4, 2012

Hawaii 70.3 & Kukio...

As always, one of the best parts a race, the finish line... 
Finish lines are where those that love you usually wait, where the relief of holding strong finally comes to a screaming halt, the place where you catch your breath and sometimes, most the time feel pretty excited about all the hard work unfolding into the crossing of completion.  Hawaii 70.3 was once again filled with a lot of good moments and I have so many to thank for it.  Mostly my ohana.  Mike and Kainoa for being the first awake with me, never leaving my side.  Along with them, Wendy, Fredo, and my sister for being there from start line to finish line.  All the friends and community along the course too, you really help me be the girl I am and I love you guys for that and helping me hold onto my 4th place finish...

The race was a good day for me.  A 10 minute improvement from last year is keeping me focused in the right direction, a heap of things that I fumbled with throughout the day also have me realizing a lot of areas to continue to work on...mostly little things...but the little things add up...




Looking over all the little things, only one stands out as something I repeatedly struggle with...the swim start anxiety.  Coach Steve was on beach before the start and gave me a swim pep talk, told me where to line up, having him there gave me the confidence to believe I wasn't that girl anymore that flopped across the pool when I first joined the team.  All set to go I swam out, lined up exactly where he said not to for my flailing confidence, fought up front at the sound of the horn and found myself soon where he said I am capable of swimming, then I let go.  Simple as that, I let go.  Maybe swimming too much solo ocean swims has caused me to just feel secure in between packs, that is where I usually land and it always lands me a decent swim split. 

This Saturday I did something I'm not proud of at all and the part that makes it hurt was Coach Steve standing on shore with my friends wondering what I was doing, seeing it all go down. Kind of feel like I forgot to trust him, and he knows my swim better than me.  My friend Robin is also one of the best open water swimmers on the island, she worked with me on catching back the pack, holding on, and being uncomfortable with people swimming on top of me, I let all she worked with me on fly out the window, I just let go. Not only did I not fight to get back with the group I belong with, nor did I pull myself which I don't mind doing, I slowed and took an effortless ride when it's a RACE and racing should include our best effort.   My lackluster swim had me run into T2 with the realization on the bike I will have to race...
The bike was the high-light of my Hawaii 70.3, for many reasons.  For starters, I'm learning that if I do everything I can do to prepare, the nutrition part, the hills, tempo, speed days, the long rides, and keeping easy rides-easy, bike tune up, ect, then I am ready, confident.  It set me up to believe I took care of the parts I can control.  56 miles was great, the wind, hill to Hawi, the effort and pacing, all of it went good for me and I raced.  I landed in the mix where I believed I could ride, even had a tiny bike mechanical that I had to hop off my bike for, but stayed calm and got rolling down the hill just fine-letting go of the part I didn't have control over...

The run was pretty much was the part I was looking most forward to because all season I had been working on it, in fact I dreamed about my good run happening in this race.  The run was more like a half marathon training day effort wise and because I firmly believe a girl should never have more excuses than bikini's, I'll save the excuses and just get back in my run shoes with another plan of attack to try and run better next time...
With Hawaii 70.3 in the books, it was wake up to another race, the Kukio Challenge.  My paddle was not packed (by me), as my intentions were to fully support Masuda.  He is one of the best of the best when it comes to paddling on the island.  However, sitting at the edge of a race, he saw it in me and rounded up a canoe, had my paddle packed, and before long I was on another start line-with him this time! 

This start line was equally as beautiful, the Pacific Ocean  We swam 800 meters, ran 3 miles, then jumped onto OC1, paddle boards, or SUP's.  After the swim/run I think I had almost 20 minutes on Masuda (clearly I saved my run legs for Sunday, darn them for hiding).  Of course over 4 miles all the strong island men, and 2 girls paddled past me into the finish.  During this race something incredible happened.  That feeling from the triathlon, the part where it feels like I forget how to "race" was ignited. 

Somewhere over the deep blue sea, happy just to be paddling, no care in the world about what place I land, I discovered I do in fact know the difference between doing something out of sheer passion and love, without fear of failure and that of racing. I found the exact opposite of what a start line, at a triathlon is to feel like, in the middle of Kukio where I was smiling completely for the passion of being on the ocean.  Because I have been so very fortunate to land triathlon as my job at this point in life, I have to take it to that level, the level where ultimately I do have to have passion, but it has to be way more than just being out there...it is competition.  Maybe in my striving to be humble I've let myself forget to realize my desires and talents.  Learning to "race" is my new goal.  Training, I've got that down, coach helps me nail that, but to race must come from within...

Amazing how in a single weekend of racing I learned a thing or two about "racing" and I relived the beauty of my dream of paddling across the channel-just because.
Today is now Monday, racing came into FULL motion this morning.  After an easy ocean swim with  recovery on the mind, the high schoolers were doing those intense beach run-swim to the buoy line-run to the sea wall things.  In the middle of the action I lined up, day 1 of "race" came into play...

My legs feel better after 3 days of kicking my own okole, the Coconut Girls fixed me up today, might even take the sisters yoga class tonight to really get my mental edge rolling...

Plenty of mahalo's go out to a lot of people for making this weekend happen for me, in no particular order, here they are:
Kainoa, Mike, Seth Sammy, what a great bunch of boys to share life with!  Wendy for being my absolute best friend, Brooke and Nick, too!  Bike Works and Swift Carbon for giving this girl her dream bike and taking care of it with/for me!  Coconut girls and Oden for all the hands-on-healing!  Coach Jimmy and Coach Steve, damn I'm a lucky girl to have your help in sport!  Pearl Izumi for the shoes that always land me without blisters and (knock on wood) no injuries!  Splish for the most fun suits ever in the world and Blue Seventy for the speedy suits of the world! Sal and the run squad for the run push, it will pay off next race!! Mr. Charles Patten for the heaps of help, Bree at Mauna Lani for the awesome hotel nights!! To the incredible race directors and volunuteers of Hawaii 70.3 and Kukio Challenge-AWESOME! 

See you at the next race!
Bree
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