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Friday, March 29, 2013

Bike to beach and back...

 ...and so I chased one of my dreams all the way to Australia, did a belly flop, and now I'm home on the island dusting myself off.  A really wise coach once told me, "Never make a plan right after an Ironman.  Just sit for a week.  Better not even write out anything either, your thoughts and emotions will change a dozen times and you'll drive yourself & those closest to you crazy."  He was pretty accurate when it comes to me as an athlete.  Right after the race I could only see blur through my tears and instantly went back to the drawing board.

But I was patient. 

For the week my blog remained calm while the week of emotions went full force.  The reflection was something along the lines of, "Next up Ironman Texas, I need an Ironman full of points and the race is hot."  I joyfully went on the 19 hours of travel from OZ to Kona certain of that thought.  Landed home and saw Utah 70.3 in 4 weeks and  figured I better do speed work.  Took that off the map, how crazy am I to recover then race again on "no training". Then I just about threw in the towel.  My off season and base building season had no training, I had nothing to build my season upon...

Ironman Texas got taken off the list, 7 weeks away.  But it would be the same story maybe only slightly better.  And so, with a week of emotions parading and a girl on a mad dash to figure out her triathlon journey, I'm just going to train for a good block of  several weeks straight.  Uninterrupted.  It's as if I am "just now" coming back to sport.  I have to get on local start lines and take a few good beatings from the locals in better shape than me, I have get my heart rate up, do speed work, even tackle a long run more than an hour and 24 minutes!  (I'm still impressed with myself even thinking an hour and 24 minute long run was alright to start an Ironman on).  I'm actually very excited about this.  To go from start line, recover, train a week or 2 or 3, maybe rest a week, then back to the start line (the usual pro triathletes program) means you actually need a block of training to hold all that race-recover-repeat...my foundation is a couch and that is a lousy place to build your confidence off...



The other pretty good part of this new plan is that it makes it a little more possible.  I actually had no financial way to even get to Ironman Texas!  Now I can teach a little here & there and save up some money to go race.  I spent the last 2 days teaching 1st grade, once again the reminder of how beautiful and precious life truly is took over thanks to a bunch of 6 and 7 year olds!  I have to admit, it was very fun putting on dresses and having my hair down too!  Teaching will forever be a rewarding job to me and I am thankful for the days I land in the class.  Of course I peeked out the window a few times at the sunshine and missed my bike, got reports of all the dolphins on my friends swim, and dreamed about triathlon.  But my reality at the moment (having no financial sponsors) means I need to work teach.  As for missing the training, I'll find a way, I always do...

My last 3 days of "post Ironman recovery" are shining down.  Today I finally sat in the sand and caught up on talk other than bikes, speedos, and run shoes.  These moments with the girls I always treasure as I know they happen less when I full swing into a  focused training block.  Tomorrow we planned the Waimanu hike, its active exercise "but not training" on the 2nd to last day of post-Ironman week, and I KNOW for sure days like that will not happen again for a long while.  And then Easter on Sunday and maybe looking for an egg will be the most of it, hopefully pancakes with family too!  Then comes Monday and it me on a mission...

Shh, I did hit the gym today though, it's hard to hold myself back when I see a training map in front of me! But I'm patient, I know that the rest now will be better served fully recovered when it's time to make swimbikerun count!  As for the yoga stuff my sister thinks will really help me, I'm still landing on my head...


Happy Easter Weekend :)
Bree
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Monday, March 25, 2013

Wrap up Ironman Melbourne...



Totally busted as the 10 year old girl that still dreams up really big dreams, seeing absolutely nothing in her reality as a limitation.  Even after my 140.6 mile, (wait they cut the swim short), 139.4 mile suffer fest to the finish line of Ironman Melbourne on Sunday, I would never change that about me…

But it's sometimes a hard way to live.

The thing is, when you dream and believe big, one of 2 things always result, a "major accomplishment" or a "major heartbreak", because you don't just give a little, you give it all.  Life for me would not be lived very happily if I always played it safe, never risking heartbreaks, but they hurt so, so, so badly.  Despite many warning labels, many signs, many opinions from the peanut gallery, I put myself on the start line of an Ironman with 4 weeks of training.  As the saying goes, "what you put in, you get out".  I got a very long day and 100 Kona points after all that.  I was imagining it so differently...

It looked like this in my head and heart:  Race Ironman Melbourne, make top 10, come home with at least 1600 Kona points, race Hawaii 70.3 and Philippines 70.3, then be all set for October.  So I did what any girl who throws it all on the line when she believes in the beauty of a dream:  I cashed out my bank for a flight to Australia, convinced myself to race like a warrior-it would pay off, then come home and teach to make money to afford the rest of the season.

The race actually went like this:  Oh my gosh this is horrible, humbling, and horrible.

4 weeks of swimming, 2 long rides, 9 shorter rides, and 11 runs (13.1 miles being the longest), in 4 weeks was what I put in and 21st place is what I got out.  But I didn't quit.  And I still won't quit.  And the bright side is my broken foot is 100% healed and was just fine out there.



All race long I kept telling myself, "It's a really good thing you LOVE swimbikerun so much, because you'll be out here all day".  Spending more time on the course than usual landed me a lot of new friendships, the ability to run and eat chocolate chip cookies at the same time, meet a kangaroo, take gummies from a giant gingerbread man, hit some very dark, dark places.  I have not hit dark spots in triathlon in years like the ones I hit Sunday.  The ones that tell you to quit, stop, call it because I'm totally embarrassing myself. It was so horrible. But... I felt so loved.  So many great people out there cheering me on, and those that invested in me too.  Kainoa wanting a medal, Mike never letting me leave anything I begin unfinished, and knowing I'd have to look in the mirror...

My flatmates were waiting on me too!  Seriously, Meg (above), Luke, and Ben were the best possible people to get stuck with if a race had to go as sour as it went.  I can't even thank them enough for having me in their home as family. While I'm on my mahalos:  Coach Jimmy, Swift Bikes, Zoot Sports, Splish, Odin Chiro, Bike Works, Rolf Prima, One Twelve Media, and Breakthrough Nutrition...THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart for being part of my triathlon dreams.  Part of this huge leap back on a start line so soon after a broken bone is due to your belief in me, love you guys!

Oh, just in case you didn't get to see my new race outfit, (I was out there all day so you should have had plenty of time), there it is!  I LOVE it!  One of the best parts is that is says, "Kona 30" on it.  That's my giant reminder when I;m out there that I want in the world champs this season! So...back to the drawing board.  AND while peanut galleries are always so much fun and I appreciate the look outs, I really have to step back and be smarter about getting back on a start line, and train first!  That said, I better do all the local shorter races and have my training partners kick me into shape before I toe the line with the big girls!  BUT, to those girls in Melbourne on Sunday, what a blast, thank you for the immediate motivational kick I needed and the humble pie you delivered...


...and that was Ironman Melbourne.  
Bree

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Thursday, March 21, 2013

Enjoy...

I have a brilliant plan for Sunday, to enjoy. At this point that has got to be the absolute best plan for me. It's amazing being here in Australia, I've grown to love the land down under with a special piece of my heart.

Being back in the environment of a race, my heart and soul feels peacefully at home, as if this is as life should be for me right now. Wearing my athlete check-in band with pride, sporting Zoot logo clothing, even riding bike everywhere has me feeling very much like an athlete while the inner "island girl" in me is just peeking from the inside out, letting the part of me that loves start lines have her moment.

I've gotten to hang out with a couple of the girls that are in contention for the big win Sunday, it has only brought a huge sense of motivation and encouragement to fill me, no nervousness. Not to knock myself in the face, but I already know where I'm at, facing a comeback with a gigantic dream. I've got to make it 140.6 miles as bravely and humbly as I can. Showing up to Australia without several training miles, a deal of patience like never known before has to take over in me, basically just do my own race from start to finish as best as I can. And what's the goal? I want in the top 10 really, really bad. Being a 4,000 point race it would land me pretty darn close to securing enough points to race Kona in October. So.... I will not be greedy out there Sunday, I will just stay brave and patient, not giving up, moving to the finish line as quick as I can...

At the moment I'm more calm than I've ever been pre race. I'm just so happy to be on an ironman start line with the intention to enjoy 140.6 miles! It also helps that I am rooming with some incredible Aussies that have taken such great care of me!

Back home on the island it looks like a big weekend shaping up. My little sister is racing her first triathlon in 3 years, with my big girl race wheels too! I'm pretty excited for her as if it were me getting back out there! Kainoa has his first loose too, his daddy said he will let me play tooth fairy and save his first tooth for me! Maybe you have to be a mom to appreciate that, but I really wanted to be the one to play tooth fairy! And of course Mike has promised to stand by me through all of this ironman dream of mine, he's back home doing his best to be here from so far away...

With 2 more sleeps, I am happy. Thank you so much for the cheers and letters of support that I've received, I'll have a few miles out there Sunday that I'm sure I'll be drawing on the support...

Aloha,
Bree

























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Tuesday, March 19, 2013

On the plane...

Finally on the way to Australia, this is the very least heart broken I've ever been before a trip.  I'm not sure why, maybe because everything remains so calm in the midst of my crazy.

When I dropped kainoa off at his dads this morning, he grabbed my hand really tight and said, "mom, you know where I'll be, right here cheering for you all the time." It was a pretty special moment. He's so grown up now, maybe I have more growing up to do.

I've been on my knees a lot before this trip, just wondering and praying to understand how this will all work out.  I guess it doesn't make any sense to use wonder and pray in the same sentence, maybe more confidence and trust should be happening.

So here I am on the plane and it all worked out. Every little detail from howHd I'll get there to where I'll stay. The other stuff too, like bike fees and luggage, taxi rides, Kainoas spring break, you know...life, love, and sport. It all worked. And the foot too, I'm not going to worry about that...


My big lesson in this, perhaps, is that if you always go about life with all your heart, trying your best,
 with pure intentions, then life has a unique way of working out.  So here we go, another flight in my life. Another big opportunity. Another day to be thankful...

Ps, this is from my phone so excuse the typos!
Love Bree
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Sunday, March 17, 2013

Are we there yet?

3 Days away from the land of kangaroos.  The count down has begun and the packing (except for the bike I need to ride tomorrow) is finished!  For the first time in a long time, I actually tracked the races this morning.  Today pretty much took an already eager-to-race me, and sent me into a full flung happy triathlete. Maybe because I am a "Kona Point Chaser" this season, I'm actually into following the races.  Yes, I love the swimbikerun as a sport to do & support it, but to watch, I'd rather follow a surf competition (or be out at the beach with family) as hairy legs on men and surf trunks will always prevail over those shaved bodies in lycra.  And you know, bikinis are more my thing too...

Anyways, the races were so exciting this morning!  So many unexpected moments, a few breakthroughs, and some frustration.  I love seeing how some of the best handle the roller coaster of what we do, riding the highs and lows.  It inspires me.  It always makes me believe deeper too, because the unexpected seems to always happen in every race.  I've been driven crazy this week with a bummed out right IT Band.  It seems that by babying my left foot the right leg has taken a huge load of responsibility.  I'm not down n' out, it has always been a bit of a gamble going into this Ironman so soon after being sidelined and like the rest of the athletes that sign up for a start line to a long day of swimbikerun, you just have to expect the best...

Race day nutrition packing:  Thank you to Breakthrough nutrition!   BREEWEE code at checkout will still get you 20% off this week!  The above is pretty much the same nutrition I used in my first Ironman, well I used grape juice in my water bottles on the bike for the first 2 hours and I still like to start with that before the swim.


Stuff I never eat home without...


Swift travel bags with bike and "other stuff".   Ill spare you seeing clothes stuffed into my luggage.


The other high-light of the week was 7th grade Math.  We graphed jelly beans and it felt like I was making a difference being able to teach.  There was a bike ride on this particular day, but the toss up was, "teach to pay for my bike box to travel" or ride the bike and stress how I'd pay to fly it, so I landed subbing and walk out of there pretty darn happy...


Of course the very best part was Mike coming home from Oahu and having both my favorite guys to share the weekend with!  The banana tree also made a ton of bananas just in time to dehydrate them for the long 19 hours of travel to Australia! 

 Home sweet home...

...and my favorite message of my last Ironman, such a good reminder to take the day a moment at a time...

Bree
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Thursday, March 14, 2013

Swift Carbon...

 
This is going to be the quickest blog post ever, from me.

My beautiful new Swift Carbon bike has arrived!  I can hold it with a single pinky finger.  Mahalo Plenty Swift Carbon for being part of my dream chasing journey towards Ironman Hawaii!  Officially, one more race on my beloved 2012 bike, once I return home from Australia this black beauty will be ready to ride.  It's funny, but floods of emails have already come in since posting this photo on Insta and FB, asking for my old bike.  Seriously, I wish I was in position to give it away, but it has to be sold so I can pay for a flight to race another race.  Only serious inquiries, please, if you really want my current Swift Carbon bike:  breesy4@yahoo.com

Size: XS for a girl or boy about 5'5
Condition: Very loved, very used, lots of miles, but plenty more miles in it! Brand new chain (as of today since I busted it on the last ride).  All parts are SRAM red.  Some scratches on the frame but no cracks.  It's really fun to ride...

Bree
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Wednesday, March 13, 2013

All On Wednesday...

Today I learned...

That moms are never too old, too busy with chores, too tired from packing lunches & helping with homework, too boring, to be a kid themselves.  The moms of Kona Aquatics pretty much took the Harlem Shake and rocked the bleachers today at our kids swim practice!  Maybe Ill post the video so you can have a good laugh...


I also learned that the recovery boots are the absolute most expensive things on Earth that work really good.  My friends let me sit on their couch, in their boots, where I fell instantly in love with the boots.  Having my legs squeezed like sausage links going into packaging for the market was insane.


I learned that my child has a way of lighting up my life with just a smile.  He may also be the least graceful hula dancer of all the children at Kahakai Elementary Schools Ho'iki too!

 I learned I am racer #57 next Sunday at Ironman Australia and that in this moment I am sitting as #32 in the Kona rankings for pro females.  You know they only take 30 of us to the big show in October.  Well, the wonderful thing is that Australia is a Championship race, that means 30 of the most talented women in triathlon will be racing for those precious points.  According to the Math, a top 8 next Sunday will land me in Ironman Hawaii.  After that the Math gets too funky calculating, so I'll just have to have a good Sunday next week...
I also learned...
...The best and most beautiful things in the world are the ones that we already have, not those in the far off distance.  Okay, here is the link, you got to see this video of the moms on the bleachers today...

Kona Moms...



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Tuesday, March 12, 2013

On The Way...


One of the most encouraging things I've learned is to "Enjoy where you are on the way to where you're going".  It makes me not want to close my eyes, to just be in the moment and live it all up.  But it's not always easy for me.  Last night I finally booked my flight to Australia for the Ironman next Sunday.  While that is very exciting and I am so thankful to have finally saved enough pennies to afford the trip, some anxious energy took over in me.  I began counting the days I'd be away from home.   I suppose when home is the most wonderful place you know of, it doesn't matter how lovely a place is that you are going, it is a little hard to leave. It is now time to remind myself to "enjoy where I am on the way to where I am going".  And when I get there, "Enjoy where I am...", and I know I will...

Today was my last long ride, 112 miles.  My legs, my bike, and I are ready to race 112 miles.  In fact, I am so excited to return to Australia, where I left off last season.  Yesterday I swam the 2.4 here in Kona, I'm ready to swim that far too.  AS for the run, 13.1 miles will be my longest run and that will have to be enough, the final 13.1 will be all by heart.  And so, the first triathlon of the season is very close on the horizon...

Bree



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Sunday, March 10, 2013

Run: Pleasure and Pain.

First race of the season, first big run of 2013, and the first test drive of the broken foot has finally happened!  Hapalua Half Marathon was 13.1 miles of pleasure & pain!  I will tell you the entire story, all of it.  If you are only wanting a 30 second snap shot, it went like this:  Wake up, warm up, hug Mike, get on the start line, almost pee my pants, run 13.1 miles in 1:24 and change, get passed in the chase, pass a few others in the chase, see 2 Kenyans pass me in the last 1/4 mile, hold off one Kenyan, cross a finish line, smile & cry, walk it off, eat breakfast, fly home to Kona, read Kainoa a bed time story, feet up writing this race report...
 
 
Here is all of my Hapalua race report...

Friday morning was the usual sunrise swim practice, except I felt a little bit fast in the pool again.  Coach Steve gave us some fast 100's and I did a 1:03.  I haven't swam that in over 3 months.  Coach asked if I left early, no, and the lane mates agreed for once I was fair off the wall.  Then I did a 1:02 and shocked even myself.  It gets better, my last one I did a 1:01.  Coach affirmed my swim is coming back.  Happy was an understatement, it was a good swim for me and I totally believed Sunday would be a good run for me too.  From there, Kainoa to school, where I of course did what I always do before I fly away, (even a 40 minute flight away), I cried once the bell rang and he was in his class.  It never gets easy for me.  

But then I landed on Oahu where Mike is working on the North Shore, life got really good again.   I felt like a ping pong ball going from one island to another, between the 2 people I love most in the world.   My focus slowly began to shift from "training mode" to "race mode" being on Oahu.

 
We landed at Sunset, where I dreamt of Sunday's race.  1:18, seriously.  I honestly was focusing my effort and attention on a 1:18.  It was my goal time, my race "WANT" time.  Of course a lot of laughter for my lack of miles & speed work could play into making a race goal, but I ignored that Math and went with my heart on this, 1:18.  Mike always gives me pep talks pre race.  When he asked how I felt I was pretty honest, my legs felt ridiculous, I felt over weight to be at that pace, but... my head and heart were so excited to be running, racing, believing, that I made my dream big.

You know when you really want something, truly believe it can happen?  It just feels like anything is possible?  That feeling was parading as the sky got dark.  The ocean does that to me, it sort of takes my breath away and makes me believe in the beauty of a dream, so I literally ran into the ocean fully clothed and let the sea sweep over me.  It was perfect.
  

The day before the race we woke up, ran a few miles with a few pick ups, and my legs still felt like I'd be lucky to run 7min pace for the 13.1. However, my head was still excited and my heart was still a little overly ambitious.  We ate lots of eggs and rice and drank some green stuff a hippy girl at a farm market gave us.  Then chilled out.  I read my "race book" and really let this part sink in:  "It is not safe to judge your performance on the result, a season is long and the races leading up to the goal race is just a step in that direction, do not worry about tuff days, use their lessons".  That was pretty much perfect, it set my mind at ease, knowing this is only race #1 on the way to my goal of making Ironman Hawaii in October.  DO NOT GIVE UP BREE, no matter how Sunday unfolds.  But I still wanted a run worth knocking my socks off, I was believing it...

 

The North Shore was beautiful, I wanted to stay there all day and play.  Surf, sun, sand, all that and more, but I had "work" the next day, so we drove straight to the busy town of Waikiki where we would settle in till race morning, skipping right over the adventures that tempted me.  We ended up watching a surf contest on TV.  Pretty close to being out there, not really, maybe a little.
A beautiful rainbow filled the sky, you know how those always make me feel like something awesome is on the horizon.  Or like something I didn't like has reached an end.  It was the end of that darn broken foot if you ask me and the horizon shaping up to be a great 2013 season.
Pre race dinner was the BEST ever in the world.  Have you ever been to Sweet Home Cafe?  If not, you have to try it if you ever land on Oahu.  It seriously is my favorite place to eat on that island, I'm talking amazing, like better than food your family cooks (even if they cook good).  After stuffing our faces we went to visit Mikes family, hug his grandma really tight was our main mission...

Finally bed time and I had no trouble snoring off to sleep, my excitement thankfully did not keep me awake and there was nothing to fear to keep me up. The start gun would sound at 5:35am, that meant be up at 4:15am (I'm still not one of those people that believe in waking up 2-3 hours before my races).  Oatmeal, bananas, coconut water for breakfast, (in case you wondered).  A little warm up, a lot of eager energy, and before I knew it the first wave of women was off.

The Hapalua is really unique as it goes off in 3 waves of girls, then 3 waves of men, then the Kenyans that chase down the 6 waves of Hawaii's invited runners from each of the islands.  Seriously, the pride just being the invited girl from Big Island is like an award in itself.  To run with Kenyans is a humbling atmosphere too, one I will always cherish!  I was in the last wave of women and our heat of girls was amazing!  We had work to do chasing down the 2 waves of girls in front and not getting run down ourselves.  I have no idea what pace we started, no Garmin for me as I knew this race was "keep up or get run over".  There were no expectations of how my foot would handle, the most miles I ran in a single week since I broke my foot was 12 and that wasn't even all at once. Today would be the "speed work out session #2".  So, my best bet was to just run with the girls in my pack for as long as possible.

You know what happened?  My dream felt real.  I was feeling better than I have felt in months!  My foot felt amazing, my legs felt like Kenyans, my heart felt strong, my breathing was good, and my brain was so tuned in.  About a dozen times I thought to myself, "This is so my race, I got this".  The rain began to pour buckets, literally buckets, making it a swim around the flooded areas of the streets. That was when I was most loving the race, it was like a young girl playing in the rain, doing what she loves.  About mile 8 the race took a little turn, ugh, that part where you have a choice:  Hold on or give up.  I kept saying, "moments turn into miracles, moments turn into miracles".  I had to hold on, I kept holding on, hoping any moment would turn into that miracle where I feel amazing again.  We caught the girls from the second wave, that helped a little, their energy became mine, I told Bridge to hang on with me, to run with me, she was the other "island mom" in the race so I was of course pulling for her.  Our group just ran past them though and then 3 of them ran without me...

It was horrible.  Part comforting to finally be in my own space, partly very sad to not be able to hold on.  I fought tooth and nail, literally giving it my all till snot was flying out of my face and my legs turned to rocks.  My foot felt amazing, my head and heart too, I just wanted it so much.  Faking miles and speed work was no longer happening for me. Humbled and hurting in my quads and butt, it was a huge battle for me.  You know when you actually like the pain and mentally are prepared to accept it to reach something you work so hard for, that was my moment, but it was slower than I wanted.  The finish line came and I was not ready for it, I didn't even want the race to be over.  But it was and I cried to Mike who was waiting in the rain for me.  Of course he had all the right things to say, making me walk it off, and reminding me that the entire purpose of this race was to test out my foot before flying all the way to an Ironman in 2 weeks, and he was right, mission accomplished, I'm back to good health.  But the athlete in me could not be happy with just that, I wanted a pay day, a faster time, and...then I shut up.  My little quote from yesterday slapped me in the face, "Do not judge my performance on the result, it is a step in the direction to my bigger goal".

 
And so it was, a very nice step in the right direction for my bigger goal.  My ZOOT shoes were as awesome as I trusted them to be!  Thank you so much for the support out there toSwift Carbon Bikes, Bike Works, Splish, Zoot, Breakthrough Nutrition, Coconut Girls, Rolf Prima, One Twelve Media, Coach Jimmy,  Oden Chiropractor, Kona Aquatics, Hapalua Half Marathon, family and friends!  Of course, this trip would not have been possible without Mike driving me around the island, getting me to the start line, and picking my butt up off the finish line... I love you guys!

...and little Kainoa, I got you a medal, as promised.
Bree
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Thursday, March 7, 2013

#16.

Race numbers for Hapalua came out today, I'm #16. Seriously, my little heart can hardly stop pounding with excitement to get going again.  To run again.  To hurt (that good kind, not broken bone kind), once again.  Today was also my first speed workout!  Brilliant, just a couple days prior to the start line I figured it would be really good to make my legs try and feel fast.  They felt like 200 pound bricks.  It was pretty ugly. "Sweat it out Bree, sweat it out".  I shook it off, that's what first races of the season are for, right?  To just hurt really bad.  At least my shoes will look cool...

I'll make this post quick, just a recipe from Kainoa for his granola.  He cooks like me though, just add, mix, never measure. Good luck if you try it out, if by chance you get it right it is YUMMY.  The secret must be to bake in your underwear...

In a food processor, combine:

4 big handfuls of oats
A few shakes of cinnamon
2 big spoonfuls of raw coconut oil
2 spoonfuls of almond butter (any nut butter)
Couple drizzles of maple syrup to taste
Empty onto a baking sheet, it should be clumpy

Now combine:
4 big handfuls of oats
2 handfuls of chewy ginger chunks (the candied kind from the health food store works)
Spoonful of coconut oil
2 giant handfuls of raw coconut shreds
Drip of maple syrup
2 handfuls of shredded almonds (any nuts)
Mix then add on top of cookie sheet

Bake at *400 for 10 minutes, keep any eye on it, burnt tastes gross
After you bake it add a couple handfuls of dehydrated fruit, we made cherries.  You can buy any fruit you like, or go for carob (or chocolate chips).  I like goji berries in mine.  His secret sauce is a few drizzles of honey, then mix it all up.  Baking the honey is not a good plan at that temperature, Kainoa told me that...

Enjoy!!
Bree


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Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Counting Blessings...

Today I was thinking about the happiest person I know, without a doubt in my mind, my mother.  I've never seen anyone on Earth turn more lemons into lemon aid or find a brighter side to some insane dark days than her.  It's pretty amazing.  If you ask her, she would say it's her little faith in a big God.  If you don't ask her but look from a distance, you can say, LOVE.  She has this way about her that is so passionate & appreciative.  As a mom, it happens often, that I check myself at this job of motherhood I've been blessed with.  My mom raised the bar pretty high, but I'm finding she is right, if you go at life with a lot of passion and appreciation it's not too hard to see brighter sides...

 Other than watch Kainoa and his buddies get slammed by shore break after school, I gave it my "moms best shot" at the appreciation part of this week.  (The passionate part I got down).  With very little effort, I was humbled greatly!  A handful of people have blessed me right out of my mind this week, beyond any expectations, above any limits that I just maybe put out there.  I should share them, because if it weren't for my mom always appreciating every single drop of her life (including the people), I may have summed up this week as being just like any other...and it's not.

Okay, briefly...
I am so much appreciating Wendy & Fredo having Kainoa and I over for dinner every week, so this mom has a night off dishes once a week. My mom friends at Kainoa's school that let me make all sorts of parent bloopers yet believe in me.  My little sister that lets me come over everyday before Kainoa's swim practice to take a nap and eat all her food!  My Coach Steve for being so real about me in sport.  Oden, who gives me a free Chiro/ART/Rehab treatment every week that I can't afford, and this week he is working on me 3x a week because I've some how messed myself up pretty bad!  Really, who has money for that 3x a week, not me!  What a blessing!  And Zoot, who is going the extra length to send my race clothes to OZ and asked if I need a ride from the airport and to join for dinner one night!?  Seriously, that's amazing!  I'm not done yet, Coconut Girls gave me a massage today too! Here is huge news, if you aren't expected to place very well in the Ironman then the directors don't help with hotel-no hotel for me at Ironman Melbourne.  They also ran out of homestay options, it has not been bright seeing a massive flight expense then $1,600 for hotel.  BUT...The Gillmer family is opening their home to me as of Monday (I can breathe)!!  Also, 3 teachers have called me in to sub in their class, HELLO EXTRA WORK, thank you teachers of the island! And then...I had only enough Hawaiian Airlines miles for a flight and a half this weekend to Hapalua.  Yeah, bummer, they would have to drop me out of the plane and I'd end up swimming home.  My boyfriend gave me miles so I don't have to swim the rest of the way home.  It's been like that all week.  I'm finding, if you look (and not even that hard) there really are amazing people all around us, at all times, not always in huge things, but little things...

Maybe that's why my mom is so happy.  She looks at each and every little thing, before long they add up, to lots of things...
 


To the little blue eyes that call me mom, if I am even a tiny bit as passionate & appreciative in this life as my mom has taught me to be, then you will one day be counting blessings all day long, like I did today...

Bree
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