Aloha!

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Rule #13: Do not avoid love...

At the farmers market this morning it hit me (a lot hits me while fruit shopping), it hit me that a girl must never, ever, above all things, avoid love.  Avoiding love is unheatlhy, dangerous, and a waist of precious time.  It is a known fact that if you tell yourself not to think on something you will think on it.  It is proven time and time again in every love story that you eventually get your hearts desire-just not always in the choice time or fashion, maybe not at all like you envisioned...but you get it if you keep the hope...

This has nothing to do with someone taking the papaya I was eyeing this morning, not even anything to do with the man of my dreams.  It has to do with Ironman.  I, Bree Wee, love Ironman.  Ironman Hawaii to be specific.  It is after all, my back yard and every little girl loves to play in her backyard!  Over some texts with my sister, after I poured my heart out about a particular spot in my life having nothing to do with Ironman, I mentioned how I wish I was more brave, she responded in her firm manner (she is not the nice, cuddly sister), "Bree, you are brave, because if you weren't you wouldn't even be in this position".

Last year when Ironman rolled into town, I trained (maybe) 5 times with returning friends, I did not attend a single pre-race party I was invited to, skipped as much of the town hoopla as possible, and I cried, a lot.  Cried because I wanted to race Kona SO BAD.  I avoided something I love.  It reminds me of 3rd grade when I had a secret crush on the Mexican boy that was new to my class, he spoke no English so the teacher paired him with me (not sure why, I spoke no Spanish back then), anyways she must have thought the 2 of us would work well together in Math. And we did.  Then he moved back to Mexico to pick crops.  I avoided talking about him, questions when asked where he went, I wouldn't help clean out his desk, and I would not get a new Math partner.  Avoiding that (looking back) was not cool for a 3rd grade girl, she loses friends and lands bad Math grades.

Fast forward, I Bree Wee, will not avoid Ironman this year.  I will go train with friends in town for the race, I'll show up to a celebration or 2, and I plan to enjoy the hoopla.  Why, because I love it and you simply can not avoid what you love.  This morning was a very good example...

An invitation to ocean swim with friends doing the race landed in my hands, and I went.  I laughed, I enjoyed it, and I even ran into a few other visiting friends down at the pier in town.  Then I made plans to join a bike ride, a run, even be some body's "training beeotch" so she can have a push and pull when needed! It was so much more awesome than last year when I tried to avoid it all and landed in a mess of self pity.  Now I am in a whirlwind of, "This is awesome, how can I help and what do you need, and where do I meet up?".  

I am very happy right now, with a sport that has been so good to me.  And something Masuda has taught me, sometimes it is not even about us, once again this time it is not.  But I plan to enjoy it anyways...

Happy Training!
Bree
 
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Monday, September 24, 2012

Cozumel 70.3 Domingo...

 
"Enjoy the moment, enjoy the day, just enjoy", that was on repeat in my brain for the morning.  You know, as professional triathletes we have it pretty good.  We get to do the very job we love most everyday, we see places some only dream of, we encounter new faces every race and those in far away lands enrich our lives with their culture. It is our job to make goals and chase them down, I'm calling that a very good life we get to experience.  While it's not always beautiful walks along remote beaches, it does land us in the 5% of the world that get to work in their dream job, even if only for a brief time in our lives (because pro athletes do indeed get old and slow and taken over by youth).  For today though, actually all this season, I have made it my goal to really, truly appreciate what I get to do...
 
The morning was usual butterflies meshed with excitement.  I'm over worrying about how my body feels race week and race day, after a year of feeling good only to race bad or feel bad only to race good, I've learned that through 70.3 miles or 140.6 miles our body will do for us what we push it to do.  Well, I could use some speed work to help with that, but you get what I'm saying. 
 
Prerace in the transition area was pretty scary for me.  I'm still like a rookie at the whole "pro in transition" thing. If I look too close at any girl and where she came from in the land of results it humbles me to the point of forgetting to focus on what I can do on the day.  With the likes of most the women's 70.3 World Champs in the line up, my eyes fixed their gaze on what was within my control.  

The race day just got better and better for me.  Undoubtedly it was one of those days that seem to take forever for the body to warm up, which means one thing, fight to the finish line.  Days like today force me to keep my attitude in check, making the finish line that much more satisfying, especially when you really fight for it.  The swim was alright, the bike felt stronger as it went on, and the run got going to the point I wished it were a marathon.  I was 7th going on the run and made a goal to run into top 5.  By the end of the first loop I was safely running in 5th, but mile 11 came a surprise, the 4th place girl was 50 seconds ahead, I did the Math and grew some balls (or got brave).  Putting my head down I just ran knowing a finish line is less than 2 miles away and there is something worth fighting for, 4th.  My head thought of a week ago on Maui, running 10 miles then entering the Maui mile race, running a 5:19 toasted.  I figured there had to be a 5:19 in me on this Sunday too. Mile 12 came the move to take 4th by almost a minute in the last mile.  It was one of those personal moments in my sport life that made all the hard work so worthwhile and I'm thankful to have had her to help me work that hard...
The race is now over, another result I'm happy with and more lessons learned for training/racing purposes.  After the ice bath and massage food was calling my name more so than I can remember, racing in heat does that to me!  With minor hallucinations going on, I followed a man down an alley in nothing but my swim suit and caught a ride to the hotel.  Maybe not my most brilliant move but he had a bunch of Jesus crosses and things hanging in the window so I went with it, and thankfully made it safe and sound to food! My Spanish must be awesome right now because it's totally working to get myself around and land in all sorts of good company!
 
Another favorite part of triathlon is of course, the people.  The evening was spent with my most favorite Kiwi couple.  We shared laughs, tears, and stories from who knows when in our lives!  The tacos were good too and counting out pesos with them will forever be a memory that goes down in Mexican history at Alberto's Mexican Restaurant! 
My little room has been perfect, even the iguana that greeted me every morning and evening (in the bottom right corner) will be special.  It's my final morning here and there are 2 things left to do:  Ride the horse with my new cowboy buddy and jump back into the ocean!  My "gracias" list is gigantic, mostly consisting of friends in sport, family, and sponsors in sport that have been there all along.  Swift Carbon bikes, Coconut Girls, Splish, and Bike Works, Kona Aquatics, thank you, really this job is made that much easier with your help!  Karlyn for literally flying me to Mexico, you really have helped me grow wings since meeting you in a pool long ago.  Brooke, Wendy, Tricia, and Jim for all the help with Kainoa while I'm away for the weekend, PRICELESS to this mom! To Masuda, I always wanted to know what it would feel like to have somebody be there before, during, and after the race, you did that for me.  And to Kainoa, for wanting a medal so bad, making me fight for it...Love you guys!

Ahora, montar caballos!!
Bree

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Friday, September 21, 2012

...In Mexico.

Round #3 here in Cozumel.  And yet, this place feels different with a twist of the same.  Funny how islands have that effect on us, same place but forever new.  My first trip I was in the North part of town, last trip I was in the smack middle of town, this trip I am further South from town.  I like it here, but it's way more quiet, as if the triathlon is not even here this Sunday.  I've yet to figure out if that's a good thing or a bad thing for a girl like me. I'm going to just make it a positive thing....

The flight was you know, long.  It got longer when the plane broke and we sat on the runway for 3hrs.  Extra taper?  Extra rest, I fell asleep.  By the time we landed on the little island of Cozumel it was too late for check-in. In fact it was about dinner time!  My legs were so eager to run, my lungs were craving fresh air, and my heart was having a little wanderlust, so I ran...
Found an aid station, skipped the beer, and kept on running. The legs began to wake up, come alive in fact, and all of a sudden I wished Sunday was a marathon not a half marathon, I want to run and run and run all over Mexico.  Travels like this always have that effect on my legs and soul. A highlight was running into a cowboy, he was about 70 with the heart and spirit of a child!  Something must be in the water here because everyone is so full of vibrance.  He was really curious if I was racing Sunday and invited me to ride horses with him.  You better believe it was me not the horse needing her reins pulled in on her.  Somehow life always, always lands me in an adventure overseas!  Of course, like any "professional" at work, I told him "Yes, but not till Monday", after the race.  Hopefully my Spanish was understandable, because I seriously will show up Monday morning and hop on a horse with that awesome 70 year old cowboy! 

By the finish of the run it was hotter than hot, I was dripping sweat, and now hungry.  A quick glimpse of the sunset, a peek out over the ocean to send some lovin' to my family back in Hawaii, and then I tackled food like nobodies business!  I'm sure now to be officially more stuffed than a pinata!  Skipping over desert, it was right to bike build up, unpacking, a shower, and then catch my breath.  This might possibly be the quickest race trip of all race trips, ever!  Seriously, it's already show time tomorrow and game face the next day!  Monday ride the horse with my new 70 year old boyfriend (Note to self: tell Masuda he has nothing to worry about), then on the plane by Monday at 2!  Talk about a roller coaster in Mexico.

This is the view from my room.  Oh, there are really great views, like the beach on the other side of my room, but right out the front door, just past the hammock, is this kiddy pool!  It reminds me of one thing, Kainoa, and that reminds me, "Get Kainoa's medal".

Alright, it is bed time, buenos noches amigos! 
Bree 
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Thursday, September 20, 2012

Hola!

Another page in my story is about to be turned over, a new page is about to be read.  From one page to another we float through our personal books of life.  A real page turner are some days, others we are on the edge of our seat-holding our breath.  There are also pages you wish would last for a few more paragraphs because you love them so much.  And of course you read what you wish had never been written only to find out a chapter or two later it all makes sense and it was all along for the better. 

I think I'm on that page.  Good reading, some drama tossed in where you wish Robin Hood would take from the rich and give to the poor, a bit of a fairytale (insert Ironman Kentucky), all while feeling like Cinderella dancing at the ball with her Prince Charming, but in her play clothes not a pretty dress.  Off this beautiful island in the Pacific and over to the little island of Cozumel is the next page...aloha to hola!

It's a surreal moment for sure, another page in my life that is not taken for granted in the least.  I already know how blessed I am, nobody has to remind me.  Good things come and go, perhaps focusing on all the good has really made walking where I take my steps so precious to me.  Do you know how I'm getting where I'm going?  Because of the characters (the wonderful people) in my life.  Once again my paycheck did not arrive, maybe this Cinderella has her pumpkin always arriving late? Yet somehow I will arrive at the ball, the start line of another race. In fact, I'm racer #37 if you are wondering...

My gaze is fixed firmly on this page, just this one.  My usual reading style is to check out the last page first.  I like the pictures too, but the last few pages are best.  Knowing how a story ends even before reading how it begins, that's okay with me.  In fact, it is never spoiled for me to skip to the end then go back and see how it all worked out that way.  It drives Masuda to shake his head in wonder and awe at me, he always tells me to "read a page at a time", especially in my own life, not an actual book. Now if only my pumpkin would get here, the wicked step mom would quit hitting me with a broom, the glass slipper would fit, and the big bad wolf would quit trying to blow my house over. But, again if I read a page at a time all that will be sorted out...So... I'm just going to get on a plane, fly to Mexico, focus on the race, race my little heart out, fly home to Hawaii, and come back to life on this island.  I guess it's just that simple...

This page, today I like.  I'll live it and love it a page at a time...
Bree
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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

8 Minutes...



In honor of my new "bike packing record" of 8 minutes, I'm just showing you 8 of my most precious and favorite moments heading into Mexico.  Oh, the credit goes in part to my brother-n-law being back home and helping, he is the worlds best bike mechanic you know.  We took my usual solo 14 minutes it takes to get my bike in the box and made it 8! So my fave 8 moments are... drum roll please....

#1.  Kainoa passed out in a hammock after singing himself to sleep while playing ukulele!

 
#2  My boyfriend.  I'm pretty sure this man in my life can best be summed up with this quote:  To love someone deeply gives you strength, to be loved deeply gives you courage- Lao Tzu. 
 

 #3 Ocean swims and seeing best friends underwater during them...
 
#4 The bay, all the bays!  Each and every adventure up a hill and down a volcano!
 

 
#5 New Splish suits, get one on sale now too!  Well, not this one, it's my special Hawaiian islands with a splash of Japan tossed in. It makes me smile with my favorite colors of the ocean and Japan like Masuda!!
#6 Love notes.  Well, just notes stuck on my truck after bike rides with the girls.  They always seem to make me feel like we are in school passing notes between class (or work/training sessions).
 
#7 'nuff said.
#8.  The Nelsons being home! Having my sister and her family back home on the island after their 3 months of biking has been nothing short of incredible!  To laugh and share dinners again, all the simple things like being in the same time zone have meant the world to me...!

Tomorrow, off to Mexico...

BIG Thanks to Kona town for sending this girl off to another race so blessed!  To Bike Works for saving my Swift Bike and me countless times, Coconut Girls for rubbing me down, Oden for cracking and adjusting my body, Super Swimmer Karlyn Pipes for flying me on her miles, Kona Aquatics for the swim company, Sals run squad for Wednesday pain, my training partners and friends for keeping me humble, Masuda for moments I have only dreamed possible, and of course Kainoa for making me go another step just by looking at me with those big blue eyes, not wanting to give up on you...

Bree
 
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Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Carrots...

Fortunately for me my best friend is up for adventures as much as me, unfortunately for me he works on Maui.  Good for me I can visit, even slap on a hard hat when I'm lucky and pretend to look busy while getting dirty doing nothing (or spraying dirt with a hose, my most recent job).  Even better is when we find good stuff out on our adventures... like carrots.  Hop in the truck with us, I'll show you our most recent discoveries....
 A 100 ft. waterfall that neither of us (and we have been all over the islands) have ever landed at! Of course getting there was fun too, like the 3 waterfalls we found on the way...
 Through bamboo Forrest, over little streams, up a ladder, down a ladder, in mud and cow poop...
Some rope climbing sections too, all in slippers!  Of course these slippers had to fall apart a few river crossings later and landed me barefoot.  Thank you God for some tuff feet and growing up barefoot on my grandpas farm!
Masuda then found an old lava tube with rushing water, thought it would be really fun to walk through, so we did.  It was uncharted waters, some funky deep holes that had me up to my belly in water, and then my stomach sank into my shoes, not 'cause I was scared, but I felt like staying alive and making it home to Kainoa...
 
Somehow we landed in a cartoon too, well it was real life, but the tree looked like something from a cartoon. A tree colored like a rainbow!
 
 
Up and down the sides of valleys, swimming through cold streams, jumping off a cliff, eating fruits from trees, and picking flowers... it was a favorite day in my life.  THEN...carrots.  On Maui they always have these little food shops with fresh garden flavors.  We found a favorite and it's become a "make at home" must!!  Here's how to make your own carrot salad like we discovered...

 
4 large carrots (mix in the food processor till they are small bits).  Add in a cup or 2 of cashews, 3 large tablespoons of coconut oil, and optional coconut cream (as much or little as you want).  Process again till all combined, not too much though or you'll land carrot soup.  Then chill and eat!  At first it was adventure to look at, but after a few bites we began to love it.  Optional salt or spices...
 
Aloha ahiahi,
Bree

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Saturday, September 15, 2012

Sometimes...

"Dear Bree, sometimes it is not about you, not even a little tiny bit.  Today is one of those days.  Enjoy it."  You know when you are the kind of person that likes to soak up every drop of life, you do everything, try anything, go anywhere, ect. (even if you have no clue what to do).  At 32 that has been the way it goes since birth, and so days like this I am discovering how to watch the action...
 
It was the Pailolo Challenge here in Hawaii, paddle from Maui to Molokai and of course the Maui Marathon races (1 mile all the way to marathon).  Most every year I return for the Maui Half or a couple of them a year (they have 4 good ones each year). This year I was here for Pailolo, to support and cheer on Masuda and the crew as they cross the channel.  It was a little funny about 2 hours prerace.  My belly filled with prerace nerves, thoughts of eating more fuel and hydrating took over, then I needed a port-a-potty, bad.  Found bushes and calmed myself down, because it was not me about to take on the crossing.  When they began to load the canoe and rig it just right, things took me through a loop.  A new one. 
 
                             
 My hands wanted in on the action, my heart wanted to fill with adrenaline, and I wanted to get across the channel.  I was secretly thinking how to make that happen.  Maybe one of the women would drop out and I could be a replacement?  Maybe take a jet ski over with the rescue guard?  Maybe jump on an escort boat? Swim?  Or.....not.  I went with, or...not.  This has nothing to do with me and everything to do with being supportive.  Secretly I'm a big cheerleader inside, pompoms and all.  So I was camera girl, trash girl, hold the tape girl, just watch girl.  And I loved every minute of if.  It was maybe a first time watching action and adventure unfold and secretly enjoying it from the sidelines.  Maybe even I was in the canoe tucked somewhere with Masuda...

                                 



 
Watching the boys push off for the start line, something shook within, a feeling I've yet to ever, ever, in all my life, feel.  It was so new that only stillness and quiet could explain it.  A meshing of excitement for someone elses goals and unknown tinted with danger, best explains it.  I'll be honest, I cried.  A crossing is a big deal out here, it has to be respected because the ocean is so much bigger than us and like any race, you also have to deal with yourself.  My feet were the last to leave the beach after all the canoes faded in the distance. There was no choice but to see them for as long as possible, then hold my breath waiting for the good news they all made it safe...
 
 
During the paddle I busied myself silly.  Called up Steve from Kona, he was here doing the Maui Marathon events and clung to him like glue so my mind would stay calm while the boys were out paddling.  It was hard to not even be able to watch the race.  Turns out I could just go race...
 
Steve told me the 10k, 5k, and mile were all today.  The 10k sounded perfect (it was longer).  I missed that one sitting on the beach (but I had to).  The 5k would be okay, I suppose a little speed work never hurt anyone.  Missed that too, driving from the boys race to the marathon events had traffic.  With that there was one thing to do-my long run.  My head filled with the crossing and a hunger to race, my legs zipped up and down the Maui coast admiring the views.  Then landed at lunch with Steve, "Bree, do the mile". 
 
Oh I tried to get out of the mile.  "Racing flats are back home, the booty shorts are too".  You know, the fast girls wear those little shoes and bathing suit bottom shorts, so I at least wanted to pretend to fit into a mile.  Then it was, "I just ran 10 miles and swam".  Somehow after Ahi salads we landed at the start line of the mile at 2:30.  There were like 20 waves from kids to Elite and 4:36 pm was my wave.  I tried to watch the kids to get a clue on how to even run a mile!  THEN...
 
Masudas picture text came in!  Food...he landed safely on Molokai and I could breathe again!  At 5:30 I'd pick them up from the ferry and all would be right in the world some more.  Until then, the mile was haunting me.  My legs were haunted too...
 
At 4:25 the wave of Elite women from the Olympics were up.  Steve and I admired, stared, even google eyed them.  They looked like they have horse legs, super strong and lean.  Sara Hall, Shayla Houlihan, Magda Lewy Boulet were 3 of the 6.  The race director announced them by their times, 4:18 to 4:30 were the women.  Holy cow I was excited to be front row to this!  It was awesome!  They returned from the mile 4:32-5:07 minutes later and my head was spinning!  It was like a kid in the candy store for me to see that right there...of course I wished I was running with them!
 
Finally my wave and nobody to run with, well there were lots of girls but nobody landed out front with me, I was too slow for the fast girls wave but maybe too fast for my wave.  I really am clueless how to do a mile so I tried to be smart (you know pace like a marathon or something).  At the turn I was 2:40 and thought, "Darn it, I wanted to break 5 minutes, because I have before once and I believe if you have done anything once you can do it again".  Instantly zipped thoughts of my long run out of my head, then laughed at my training shoes, Steve made fun of me because I was saying "Flats matter, see the fast girls have them", then I laughed at my shorts, those matter too...maybe not but I wanted little ones.  2:39 seconds later I was done.  5:19 was what it was, a one second negative split.  I think next time the secret is to go out faster with smaller shoes, littler shorts, and a jog not 10 miles prerace.  By the way, short stuff hurts really good and it turned out I got my adventure after all...
...and then!  The happiest girl in the world!!  It felt pretty amazing to believe in the beauty of another persons dreams and secretly hope for them as deeply as you hope for yourself.  It might become a new favorite sport, add a mile between the waiting and I could get used to it.  I love what happens in life when someone opens up your heart like that, how Masuda does for me, you just find more love in spots of you that you never even knew existed.  I guess that will trickle over into all the people in my life, love them more and give them more...

Aloha,
Bree

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Thursday, September 6, 2012

...and then there was the beach.

 "It's important to move forward girl even when you see the sky's are rolling".  It's a line from a new favorite song of mine.  "I love the morning sun you give back to me", I like that line too.  And then when he sings, " Fit together like the stars, let's wrap them up and make 'em, ours, I just want to see you laughing and be free", I get really giddy-like a school girl.  I played this song 92 times over today, because it fit today. I've officially decided a few important things:

1.  Cling (tightly) to the good people in your life.
2.  When your intentions are pure there is no going wrong even if things go wrong
3.  Take a chance on something new
4.  Be excited, expect it to work (too many times we fear just in case we get let down)


I did that thing I do, went back to YWAM and looked at classes, looked at books, almost bought books.  Driving past the bikini shop I remembered saying to myself (in a lackadaisical kind of way), if I ever win a big race I'm buying any suit I want in there without checking the price tag!  My truck kept on driving, bought lunch for someone other than myself instead.  You guys, I am craving another mission trip!  It happened out surfing Sunday, a friend of mine paddled over and told me one of the guys I took a trip with a few years ago is coming back into town to organize one.  Of course I wanted in on that straight away. But who knows...I always get fired up (easily) in this life.  Passionate, of course, deeply to be exact.  And then I heard some voices of the high school friends from 1998 in my head, "why do you gotta go somewhere to help people when people next door need help, actually Bree you need help", then we laugh.  I love those friends, maybe even if I think they are wrong but right...

That has little or nothing to do with triathlon, I know, it's on my mind though (during bike rides).  The picture below has to do with sport because I  found it on my swim. The collector urchin, what a face, check him out below...
 I'm not exactly sure if he is smiling or frowning at me.  That is how all of today was, not sure if all the things I was doing were good or bad, right or wrong, making me stronger or more fatigued.  Then and there I was sure that if intentions are good all is good...



We of course landed at the beach for sunset, consider that an entire day outside! Tomorrow will be more exciting, honest.  My friend is plugging in some needles (I LOVE actupunture).  And... then some running!  My heart is CRAVING a good run, the legs....not as much yet.

Night!!
Bree
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Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Love Crunch...

 
That my friends is love crunch, it is one of my favorite bowls of sugar they try to sell as "good for you" at the health food store.  The name also gets me every time, "love Crunch", yummy.  Masuda texted me that photo today from Maui, he was eating it, not me, but I wanted it.  During lunch with Kait today, we talked all about the eating fun after an Ironman.  Then we laughed at my okole (another name for @$$ used on the island).  You know how after a huge race you get to dive into things you usually don't dive into, or even really like.  I dove in, dove right into 8 pounds in a week!  It was kind of awesome, well, laughing about it was awesome, not lugging it around!  Kainoa and I ate chocolate covered marshmallows (I have never liked marshmallows in my life, as a kid I picked them out of Lucky Charms), but it was fun and after an Ironman we do that sort of thing.  Other trouble included country fried biscuits and gravy (by the plateful), BBQ pork sandwiches, mango mimosas at breakfast with Masuda (not sure where that came from, they taste gross to me, I think we were celebrating-still), a few (try 8) spam musubi, and then my belly hurt by the end of the week.  So I'm back to eating normal again. In fact, I passed up the ice cream at Bible study last night...
 
Signing up for 2 races does that to a girl, puts "living large" aside, and I am pretty sure a week is long enough to become the butt (literally) of jokes at lunch.  What races you ask, Cozumel 70.3 (I need an island getaway!), and a mountain bike race-we can talk about that another day. The last time I did one of those I found out I was pregnant and flew down a hill on Maui. 
 
 
Kainoa and I landed back in the garden today.  It is ugly. So ugly we are claiming tomorrow "Garden Day" and digging up to start all over again after work/school.  This is where I plan to eat from after my gross marshmallow eating contest vs myself.
Kale-baked, stir fried, smoothied, is about to replace toasted nori over spam. 

Little pineapples coming up just in time to replace those wonderful little mochi balls I enjoy in abundance. (No fear island friends, they will still be consumed, slightly less than all of them).

 ...this could be a problem.  I picked the sweet potatoes a little too early, maybe the biscuits and gravy will have to stick around a little longer.
 Kainoa ate the corn...
Now that training is back into motion I'm feeling like me again.  Getting sweaty, sports bras, and run shoes has always been a favorite fashion of mine.  As for the ocean activities, those are not going anywhere, in fact I have a little secret, perhaps I have found my first ever superstition.  The Sunday before Philippines 70.3 I went surfing (a quickie, like an hour), yes 7 days pre race, and it worked really well for me, call it Sunday recovery or something.  I tried it again before Ironman Louisville, maybe in excess, I was out there for 7 hours the Sunday before (it was accidental and I got mad at myself for it, thinking I'd ruin my taper), somehow it did not.  The jury is still out on this, but I'm finding it creates a lot of family/friend time prerace (and that always sets up for a good race day), and it floods me with salt water, that is perhaps the best healing medicine in the world according to ancient Hawaiians.  If you ask me, healing is what we are supposed to be doing prerace, right?  Soak n' float baby, soak and float...

Enough ramble, my pillows just called...
Bree
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