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Thursday, February 28, 2013

Pretty Long Ride...

About three weeks out from my Ironman races there is one ride that grabs hold of my heart, the Pololu'u ride.  Once you get out of Hawi it is simply charming.  So many little fruit stands, cows, goats, horses, and big monster trucks.  The flowers look brighter, the grass is greener, the winds really whip you around, the roads are more twisty, and the hills gently rolling...its beautiful.

This has always been a solo ride for me, one of those rides you just spend with your own thoughts & goals.  It almost feels like a calm race day.  I did however have the company of John Cruz and Katy Perry on the IPOD to keep me from too much day dreaming.  But I did day dream about a start line...
I also filled my head with a great idea, "Have Mike build me a fruit stand".  I'm pretty sure we could use a fruit stand, it's like a grown up club house, except not really.  It seems as if every other yard up North island has their own little fruit stand or honor stand to "pick and pay".  I just love them.


Finally to Pololu'u...
The winds were incredible, the rains began to fall, that one training day I felt I needed before the start line was finally set in motion and conquered. It all had me like a kid in love, and I am.  After eating for a few hours and laying around in ZOOT recovery pants I landed in the garden, pulling weeds, picking beets and spinach, and just soaking up a good day right into the evening...
The best part of the evening, "The Man in the Moon"!  My all time favorite movie to watch with my sisters growing up was finally available!  This movie gets all the credit for teaching me how to French Kiss!  I give it 2 thumbs up at the end of a long day...

Good night!
Bree
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Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Fist Pumps & Cart Wheels...


..And so, I will celebrate.  

My coach of the past couple seasons (Jimmy Riccitello) and I are back in action as "coach and athlete".   Now that my broken foot is coming back to life it is about time to have someone push and shove me around again.  It has been fun doing my own thing, not really, well sort of.  I've learned a lot which helps me help others in return (and giving back is always fun).  At the end of the day though, I'd much rather be reading bedtime stories to Kainoa than planning how to kick my own @$$ the next day...and so...Jimmy will be much appreciated telling me what to do, and I just go do it.

The other good news in my sport life today is much more businessy.  One Twelve Media has reached out to help organize me.  Spending all day in lava fields on my bike, ocean swims, swim pools, or running around the island, comes naturally.  To sit down and ask for help, does not. I'm very grateful to have someone working on my behalf to help me along this triathlon journey...


As for training... it was a good day.
2.4 mile swim (today was much less dramatic than last weeks 2.4).  In fact, there was such a beautiful calm lingering in the ocean, as if it was the safest place to be in the entire world at that moment.  I even took a minute to swim to the place I found Nga floating last Wednesday.  Everything felt so right, almost like a peacefulness that maybe I'm not meant to understand, but rather just go with it.

After that I ran on the good ol' Queen K for the first time in almost 13 weeks!  It felt unbelievable to be out there in the heat, shadeless cluttering of traffic, and a place that has me feeling right at home.  A whopping 6.5 miles, my longest straight run since Ironman Busso.  I was so happy.  I was hurting so bad.  My legs are unbelievably tired from that 6.5 miles.  However, my heart is beaming and most times in my life a happy heart can carry me way beyond the distance my legs ever could.  Next weekend is the Hapalua and our start times have been posted.  It is quiet an honor that they believe I should still start in the 3rd heat of women.  I'll go with it.  After today, I'm officially running half the distance of the race!  Speed?  I have no idea yet.  But I know I can make it 13.1 miles...


Just in case you missed tonight's sunset over the Pacific, I grabbed it for you, I think it's one worth sharing...

Bree
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Monday, February 25, 2013

Swim, Believe, Hapalua...


 

...and so I finally finished Wednesday's swim.  It hit me Friday that I was a nice girl trapped in a very mean girls body.  Running some grassy loops a man decided to remind me, "Hey, you're the girl that found that swimmer".  I said yes and wanted to run without saying anything more.  He wanted to talk more and tell me he was there too.  That's when I got really mean and yelled, "I dont want to talk about it".  If I wasn't jogging my arms would have tried to hit him.  I was so angry, my mind was thinking, "Really?  You were there and saw it and didn't grab her or help me?"  Maybe I should let it go...but 2 days after the swim I hadn't.  Now I have, and I apologize huge to the men I snapped at, I truly am sorry for the lack of patience. 


It took a solo return trip back to the bay to let it all go.  I swam out and left a lei where the girl spent her last moments breathing.  Tears were flowing from my heart, not just my eyes.  It was pretty horrible for me for a moment.  Swimming back in it hit me though,  I never even finished my Wednesday swim, I took a boat ride back to the beach.  With that very thought there was finally closure to it all, the swim and that morning was complete.

...almost complete.  2 bikini bottoms helped me pick myself up and pull it together....


 The weekend got much better as far as swimming goes.  Kainoa had his first swim meet of the season.  He picked up right where he left off last season, belly flops, crashing into lane lines, making faces only a mother could love, and of course having me on the edge of my seat as he attempted 50 long course meters butterfly!


As for the bike, or the moments where believing in this whole broken foot thing being for some unknown at the moment "blessing in disguise", I am still insanely passionate about sport this season.  I've been riding a lot (since it's what my legs can do most right now) and with every ride it just seems like the people in my life push me to believe even more.  Little love notes, big encouragement, and everything in between as been lavished upon me.  However, in the midst of today's long ride where the winds took a very valiant attempt to throw me from my bike, I realized that the true beauty of a dream is having the courage to believe in yourself.  Oh so easy to give up and cave in.  To simply shut it all down until someone comes and picks you up. All this biking alone has helped me face myself like never before...
Finally, Hapalua.  Hawaii's big half marathon is next Sunday and yesterday I finally landed 8 miles of running!  Here is the punch line-it was a broken run!  4 miles in the morning and 4 miles at sunset with the family.  It's not time yet to go 8 straight miles, the race director wrote a few dozen times (actually only 3) to see if I want to remove myself from the start list.  Nope, I do not want to.  Friday the doctor is going to make the call for me after the LAST x-ray.  That my friends is it for swim, believe, and Hapalua...

Have a good week!
Bree
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Thursday, February 21, 2013

Bright, Fun, Zoot...


Yesterday is not entirely shook off, I'm okay with that.  Once big things happen they are supposed to stick around a little while our heads and hearts sort them out, right?  In bright news, time to share my "training favorites".

 First of all, the shoes.  Bright and light. The Zoot Race 4.0 is my new favorite.  I'll be honest though, at first I didn't know how to work them.  All I could do was make them tighter and tighter, the knob thingy doesn't move to the left to loosen unless "you pull it up".  It took a good 5 minutes to learn that it needed to be pulled up, but once I got the hang they were instantly "love at first mile".

Then...every girls favorite...a bikini!  Zoot makes a bikini that is made for ocean swims! Simply irresistible!  It's tiny, it holds it all in, it lets your arms and back move freely, forget bad tan lines, and it belongs at the beach.  This island girl gives it 2 thumbs up!

Finally, the neon blue sports bra & shorts.  The sports bra is what I call "safe size".  It covers the front  yet doesn't go up around your neck to choke you.  The shorts are short, the waist is super stylish, (not that I know about style), but I know how popular that new "flip" the waist thingy has become. You can totally flip the waist on these and make them another size shorter if you like it like that...for those long runs.

Shop (or peek) here:  Zoot sports

That's all I have to report on for now, good night from Kona!
Bree


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Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Her Last Swim...

Where to begin, I don't know.  Tears feel like falling, they have all day.  Sometimes I'm really strong though and it feels like just another day. But today was really different. Somewhere near the end of a 2.4 mile swim I did that thing I do- flip over, look up to the sky, think about how blessed my life is, then let go of anything that is causing me too much thinking.  Too much thinking was taking over my morning, it felt like I was 17 again questioning if God can hear me, maybe I should try yelling?

Okay, I;ll try to get this out, only because one of the firemen told me not to hold it in, to talk about it.  Near the end of the pier, where the big school of fish always hang out, I saw a woman that looked like a snorkler.  It was odd to me that she was dressed in clothes, a red t-shirt and long shorts. Maybe nobody else would think anything of it, but that much clothes on in the ocean had me curious.  I swam over to her and grabbed her foot.  Then I shook her and asked if she was okay, I flipped her over and she looked at me.  That was the really alarming part, her look right into my eyes.  I thought for sure she was alive, just really tired because her face was a look of relief, like finally somebody came for her.  So I grabbed her and kept saying, "I got you, I'll help you, you'll be okay, don't worry, I got you, I got you, hang on."  I held her under my right arm and it felt like she was holding on to me too.  I just swam as hard as I could towards all the people on the pier, then I saw a boat coming out.

I kept swimming towards the boat, telling the woman we are almost there and not to worry.  When the boat gets closer I start waving and screaming for them to help us.  They come to us and girl dives off the boat and grabs the woman from me, they get her on the boat and begin CPR right away.  I'm just holding onto the boat praying and crying.  Then a man pulls me on the boat.  I'm trying not to throw up because it was really gross seeing all the water coming out of the woman's mouth.  I touch the woman just trying to let her know that I'm still there.  Then everything just happened so fast I don't even remember.  3 firemen come on the boat, I know all 3 of them and really wanted to hug them and scream.  But they were working and it was about saving a life.  Until this moment I always admired firemen, they get to save lives.  I don't even remember them taking her off the boat, I just remember looking up and they were gone.  My body went through the motions, rinse off, grab my towel, go to the car.  It did all that, like a regular day.  Except it wasn't.  Everyone was asking what happened and a police and a couple firemen had to talk to me. 

One police told me that it was a sad moment but she has a family and they will be thankful to have her found.  (2 men recently lost their lives here on the island and the bodies were never found).  Her husband was out running, he said she wasn't a strong swimmer but liked to swim.  I'm not sure how she got out that far, or how long she was there, or if anything would be different if I swam faster.  I'm just so sad thinking about her husband.  It's crushing me to even imagine what it would be like to be waiting at the waters edge (or anywhere) for someone you love only to have them not return...

My friends took me to sunset tonight, we watched it for the woman who had her last ocean swim today. I do feel like raising my voice even louder to God now.  But I'm going to just try and listen...

I'm fairly certain that I'll always have Nga's eyes looking towards me when I swim in the ocean, I'll probably shake the feet the snorklers even more just to make sure they are not floating without breath, and without a doubt, I will give even bigger hugs and more kisses to those I love when we come and go...

Bree
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Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Refusing to Sink...

Not even a fun moment, never a dull moment in the life of a girl at the X-Ray place.  I'm no doctor, but I have really good eyes & one tiny part of the bone in my foot is still not fully connected to the other part.  Tears tried to fall, I wanted a hug, and then I remembered how I refuse to sink... Moments in life have had me at the bottom of the ocean floor wanting to breathe at the surface, so I know out of breath.  This is not out of breath, just slow motion healing over here.

And then my truck wouldn't start.  Seriously, of all places to be stuck, the place I wanted to run away from.  My doctor told me on March 1st (10 days away) I can run 10 miles.  I feel like a 10 miler needs to be part of my life before Hapalua.  Maybe for my brain, probably for my heart, mostly just because it is a part of my life, to run.  Now I was stuck.  Sitting in the grass with my face in the palm of my hands I remember how we have to believe even when we don't see.  It took 3 different guys to help me this morning and one of them said, "Girl, have some faith, try it, turn the key and with your faith I bet you it starts this time". And so, I believed really hard even though I could not see the light and you know what, it was vrooooooming and I was on the go again.  Just a little more faith...

The rest of my day I clung to whatever bits and pieces of hope there is for a proper healing to happen and me to find my way to a start line.  I love start lines, the thrill always excites me because I know it means something wonderful is waiting, like the journey to a finish line.

 Since there is still a little "sideline" to my life at the moment, I made sure to dive into what I can do.  Like the bungee things.  Kainoa trained with me, counted, coached, and kept me company.
We did core, stretches, and of course the foam roller. He however, has a very unique way to roll out his body, personally I would not try it at home.  Speaking of refusal to sink, I have a great story.  The girls of Big Island (all 5 of them) went to the state meet on Oahu this weekend and swam their little hearts out against much, much larger swim teams.   Teams with double and triple, and more girls.  They were under water to others, not to themselves.  They came home to Kona with the 2nd place trophy!  They swam with all their hearts as the under dogs, setting records left and right, breaking records from the 70's, winning relays, and proving that it really does come down to what you believe.
Well done Kealakehe girls, perfect timing to remind me that you only sink if you give up...

Bree
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Monday, February 18, 2013

Life in a Bikini...

When I'm 80 I want to know without a doubt I lived my little heart out, fully for my family, me, those in my life, and believing in the beauty of dreams all while appreciating what I have on the way to where I am going.  It has been a pain in the @$$ of a couple weeks just trying to figure it out a few hiccups in life, love, and sport.  And when I think too much it only makes it worse.  I try to think less.  That helps.  In life, I have learned we can actually think ourselves right into problems.

Let me explain a little more.

I am so faithfully holding this goal to return and race Hapalua Half in less than 3 weeks.  It is more or less a race to support the states biggest half marathon while racing Kenyans (hello, opportunity of a lifetime).  It is also a step on climbing the ladder of recovery towards the bigger goal...Ironman Melbourne, (just shy of 5weeks away).  My foot feels like new, but it does not have the miles on it (yet) and my legs are not all the way there (yet) either...but I'm moving in that direction and daily waking up with intentions of training and racing towards those goals.  Anyways, people in Hawaii surf.  We camp too.  And this weekend we camped and woke up on the beach to surf, its really pretty much life in a bikini (or board shorts) on the weekends...

Of course the job of triathlon means working weekends so I did bring the bike and woke up with the roosters to ride it at sunrise while the camp pretty much snuggled next to the ocean.  And then... I lived life.  After work we have to go live, right. And that is where I thought too much.  Lieto was out there and you all know him, he is really fast.  He is also known for finding a very gorgeous and admirable harmony with his professional sport life and family.  Of course, this harmony has grown strong after sidelines, injury, and rat race.  Out in the ocean (that's him above in the black dropping in on me), we had a chat between waves.   He was telling me how in 10 years he never wants regrets, he does not want to be the man that talks about "Oh that bike split at...insert race".  He is one of the best on the bike but is at a point where he wants to say things like, "Oh that time I took Kaiden out surfing and the family trip to...".  Our talk was good, it refreshed what I already believe about life, love, and sport...
 ...but then he told me, like many professionals more experienced than me might say, that I am ridiculous.  That I will not be ready for an Ironman in 5 weeks.  Sure, triathlon is not one of those jobs where we can go all day long working more hours to meet a deadline sooner, patience is a part of it too.  With respect, I heard him out, understand, but my heart is still saying I will be ready.  That's just who I am, sunny days will always be my favorite days but I'm not scared of the storms...
 And then I almost took his head off with my board and flung off backwards to avoid running him over. It was a really good way to spend an afternoon...surfing through life.
Sunday was race day, a local 5 miler and the longest run in almost 11 weeks.  Mile 1 was 5:29, looks like I still have that "start line excitement".  But even better was PAIN FREE!  My foot felt like new.  My legs however were screaming and yelling in confusion of couch-to race.  It hurt so good to feel that burn, that heart rate...being out of "fast shape".  Humbled and happy, 25 seconds shy of my "pace per mile goal".  I was thinking I could hold 6's.  Okay, that might be a comedy, to have only been running 2 weeks, up to 4 miles, and believe I'd be there like nothing ever happened.  Things happened, my butt jiggles way more.  But I loved it.  And I have every intention of running Hapalua and Ironman.  It might be more humbled and that is okay if it holds healed and happy too...
It was back to the beach for Sunday surf and sunset...

Monday, I'm not sure what this week holds and I have no plans to think about it, that was not safe for me to do, I'll just go with it all while walking towards dreams and holding tight to the things and people I love...

Bree
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Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Dear Cupid...


Right now I have Kainoa scared about Cupid.  His class is making Valentine's and he was curious about the little chubby baby with a bow and arrow.  I've read the story about Cupid and how it all came about years ago, but to a 6 year old that story is not that exiting.  So I faked up a story like any "trying to be a good mom" would do.  It went like this...Cupid shoots arrows in the butts of people that don't show love, the arrows have love juice in them and will make you start loving people.  You better believe he began thinking up ways to show love.  Now he wants to know where Cupid lives and if the arrows will sting. I'm out of answers all of a sudden as my fake story might get really out of hand...

Honestly, I LOVE Valentine's Day, always have.  Of course we don't need a special holiday to show love, but any "extra" day written on a calendar is worth celebrating if you ask me, especially if you have people to celebrate with.

Most everything I know about love Kainoa has taught me.  Maybe because at 6 you are fearless.  The little things mean a lot, big expectations are kept simple, forgiveness happens in a single heart beat, and it's okay to love.  As we grow it's crazy how much we begin to guard our hearts, hold back, and even lose our confidence and ability to feel loved.  It's almost as if all of a sudden in my life, thanks to Kainoa, I'm rediscovering my child-like ability to love.


That said, check out this incredibly awesome swim suit! I know, I know, it is so much fun!  I always dream up these incredibly fun swim suit ideas and this time Splish helped me make it possible to actually wear!  It is Valentines week after all, wear the love! 


According to Kainoa, here are some facts on LOVE:  It is the person you like most in the world.  It's when you make someone rice.  Sometimes you can laugh when you love.  You have to read books at bedtime if you love them.  You can kiss them on the mouth.  Love is when you just love.

That pretty much summed it up and I plan on making rice tonight...

As for sport (because some of you only care about swimbikerun), I'll entertain you too...
I am up to a wonderful 4 miles in the run!  It feels like a dream to go more than 5 minutes and I even plan on a race this Sunday! In swim practice it's still only possible for me to push off the wall with my right leg and that is absolutely driving me crazy!  It is frustrating, a little painful, and I fall behind with my sloppy turns.  BUT...at practice this morning I did get a 30 on my last 50 so the possibility of breaking a 30 again once I can push off a wall with 2 legs is seeming more realistic.  And on the bike...I feel very, very happy...



Time to make that rice so a 6 year old still thinks I'm extremely lovable!
Bree
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Sunday, February 10, 2013

Sunday.

The first thing (and maybe the coolest thing) that I noticed about this week is that I went to the beach every day of the week.  I'm pretty sure that fulfills that childhood dream in my head of, "When I grow up I want to go to the beach every day".   Mostly ocean swims, a handful of surfs,  a birthday party, a sunset or two, and today...A RACE!
The girls in pink teamed up with the boy in blue and came up with "Two Crazies and a Nut".  Let me begin with, "It's not about the bike".  Because if it was I would not have been the biker.  Today it was all about the swim.  Lance swam for us, giving an almost 4 minute lead to our team.  AND then...I biked.  If I was a cussing kind of girl I would throw some 4 letter words out there because it was so awesome to be in a race again!  To be on the bike again.  To go hard again.  To hurt again.  The relay was Mango's Mini Monster (half iron distance), and it was the exact thing this girl needed to shake of the dust (or laziness) that came from 8 weeks of a broken foot.  Let me report-zero problems. 
Lance tagged me, I went out really hard because I didn't want any of the other boys to catch me, I threw up then blew up.  It was just too exciting to be in a race again, to be so far up front, to be teamed up with Dana and Lance!  I just loved it.  For the record, I like Lance.  I'm pretty sure you all can keep your opinions to yourself (thank you very much), but like I said earlier today, "My momma never taught me to hate".  That in no way, shape, or form makes me agree with or support everything that has happened in his world, but then again I don't even agree or support everything that happens in my friends, neighbors, families, or my world..so I'll leave at that and simply say, I had a fun morning.
Being a new season also made me instantly happy with the support that has landed.  My Swift bike is still the most fun thing on 2 wheels and the ZOOT clothes are brighter than bright just the way I like them.  I also tested out my new Rolf Prima training wheels and they get 2 thumbs up.  I'm saving the race wheels till my Ironman, I need something to excite me another notch when I go 112.  The ride went really good, it feels like my endurance is coming back and the speed wants to come back.  One boy passed me in the final 2 miles but Dana still beat him out of transition then ran her little heart out for our team.  Truthfully, I have no idea the results of the day either.  At the same time as the half there was a full going on and it's still going on so tomorrow I'll know.  Till then it was more about getting out there with friends and getting back into the swing of things.  It really is one thing to take a forced break compared to taking a break because you just want one, all things considered, it has made me even more love what I get to do...
 ...and drum roll please...breakfast with the best company a girl could have!  A ton of banana pancakes awaited me and a truck full of boards.  We ate and ate then went to the beach for the 7th day in a row!  The waves were very fun and continued to keep that "harmony" of life, love, and sport all in check...
Ps... I did run 5 times this week, as short as 5 minutes to as much as 20 minutes.  During Friday's 20 minute and 1 second  run I managed 2.81 miles!  ALMOST a 3 miler!  Tomorrow I get to try for a full 30 minutes!  4 weeks out from Hapalua and 6 weeks out from the Ironman, I still believe...

Good night!
Bree
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Thursday, February 7, 2013

Shine On...

Extremely in LOVE with this photo (that Tammy took), because it's totally the story of my life.  Big storms, little rains, sand, sun, clouds, turbulence, some fear, a lot of beautiful, floods, and then...a rainbow.  It has been such a good week getting back into the simple things that cause me great joy, like running.  Like seeing friends who run.  Like breathing deeper and learning to catch my breath.  Mostly learning to let the things of the world that trip me up just fade away...
Today I ran 2 miles!  Seriously, ear to ear a smile flung across my face.  I already know that in 4 weeks and 4 days is the Hapalua Half and 2 weeks later is the Ironman, I'm just excited.  Of course goals and times, splits, and pacing, nutrition, and of course what to wear (the girl in me gets excited about that!), has all taken up space in my head, but rather than make me nervous about my lack of miles, my heart just finds happy.  AND then...a note.  Last night when my focus of what I wanted rather than appreciation for what I actually have was upsettingly strong, a note came from the guy that won Hapalua last year.  Maybe this is his story meant to share with me, but I'm passing it along (some of it).  He's one of the greatest men I have been fortunate enough to meet.  He is a family man that landed with a major injury last year and of course (like most) a need to make ends meet financially.  Of course it wasn't all about money, he runs by heart, but he went out there with a few 6 mile runs and won the thing.  He passed along his fabulous workout to me, it perhaps is best for people like us that love to run but are not able to go as far or often as we want, our body-not our hearts, make us face patience till the legs (my foot) is ready to go again.  He was a 100 miler a week guy and got pressed down to a painful 25 miles a week.  His little workout is now mine and close to my heart it will stay as I too, run by heart...
The other rainbow are these women, I am always shocked that mom-friends have landed in my life!  I'll never be just Bree Wee the triathlete and on the bleachers it is all about girl talk, men, recipes, periods, movies, dates, our kids, police, booty yoga, and stuff better left unsaid.  I'm not sure any of them even know how far I ride my bike and that makes me feel like a million bucks to be seen as more than a finish line I've crossed (not that I'm not proud of the life I get to have).  By the way, our shared recipes this week really should land in a cook book along with the comedy we could make of our love lives...
Okay one more thing...
Coconut Girls Massage is still VERY much in action.  They did move though to the little outside grass shack and it's even better!  Today they fixed up my foot and hip that is funky from pushing off a wall with only the right leg.  Actually I'd really never even be able to have afforded a broken foot if it weren't for Coconut girls, Oden with the rehab, and Dr. Traub.  What looked like a $5,000+ situation has not cost more than $900 thanks to their help.  I think God gave me some of the best people in the world...
 That's it.  But before I go, here is a little love note from Kainoa...

Bree

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Monday, February 4, 2013

I ran...


The morning began with a meteor shower, swim practice felt good, the day was going in the direction of hopeful.  The 9am Xray looked the best it has looked in 8 weeks and 2 days.  AND then, the doctor said, "You can run, 5 minutes today, see how it goes."  AWESOME, that's like a mile!  And so, I ran almost a mile...half a lap short to be exact.

The first run in 8 weeks and 2 days happened brilliantly.  At first I was really scared, the flash backs of falling at mile 15 of Ironman Australia were at the forefront of my mind and that pain just lingered in my memory making my foot hurt just standing there, someone told me its called ghost pains.  They are weird and unwanted at the same time.  Without hesitation though, I just ran.  It all came right back to me. The feeling, none of it was lost.  Each and every thing that I know and love about running was happening for me.  It felt the exact same as I remember.  It was the same.  Because it was only 5 minutes I never had a chance to feel tired or out of run shape.  Maybe that feeling might not even happen.  And tomorrow i'll run again...and again.

Now my feet are up until Kainoa's swim practice where I have every intention of  aqua jogging like a woman on a mission to keep her run. 
The new ZOOT shoes have already stolen my attention from any other shoe my feet ever loved.  My match has been found!  Thank you ZOOT for giving me shoes even before I was up and running!!  Also, big thank you to Dr. Traub for helping me handle this mentally as much as physically, to the cute little xray lady that would just smile at my xrays because she never wanted to tell me bad news (which she always had), to Oden for helping align my body when my horrible walking form took over and then teaching me how to walk (and run) all over again.  To my family and friends for all the tuff love. To Kainoa for jumping on my foot the week before an Ironman, you know, this lesson did so much for me in countless ways even if I didn't enjoy it.  And to Mike for helping save me from the nightmare I could have been during these 2 months! 

That's it for now.  I've got a fancy blue water belt waiting for me..
Bree
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