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Thursday, August 29, 2013

First Love...



Whole heartedly, without a shadow of a doubt, I believe that when you look up you can see the good stuff (or blessings if you prefer) shining down on us, more so than when we look anywhere else.  This sort of has to do with sport, something to do with life, and a little to do with love....

I have a tiny story for you, before Ironman Mont Tremblant the email for Vegas came, "take it or roll it down so another girl can have it".  I wrote an email declining it, determined to land in Kona WC, no need for Vegas.  Vegas to me, was like the "boy that chose you, yet I was choosing another boy, Ironman".  You girls get it, maybe happened to you in High School.  Ironman did not choose me, broken hearted to say the least.  Came home and there was an email, "Bree, do you want the Vegas slot or not".  Somehow, some mysterious way, the email never sent and Vegas was still reaching for me.  What a sporty little love story. I took it this time around...

Do you know what this tiny, little sport lesson has been teaching me?  That if you stop for a moment, and just pause at what is filling your life, you all of a sudden appreciate so dearly what you have and spend less time wishing for what you don't, or what is possibly yet to come with patience.  Kind of silly, but I am so appreciative that first Vegas rejection email never sent.  Somehow Hawaii was having bad reception or something that day and it got lost in the ocean, landing me very thankful on this day.


Anyways, today I got my bib number, #98.  I'm pretty much the last girl.  But I am one of them on the start line.  As everyone knows, when you are near the bottom, the only way to go is up.  To race without pressure, to race with no expectations, and to race because I got lucky with that slot, you better believe I am loving this story...

Have a good day,
Bree

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Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Maturing in sport...



Look!  It is the Vegas bike course, photo courtesy of Inside Triathlon.  Once again it appears that I am setting off to another place that looks like nowhere I have ever been.  I hear Vegas is over the top, all sorts of extremes that find a way to entertain you, because they are so extreme.  Looks pretty to me.  Today's bike ride, all 45 minutes of it, was better than Sundays bike ride, slowly the legs are coming around and even my brain is getting a little recharge.  This race has me particularly eager for a start & finish line, might have something to do with growing up a little as a triathlete...


You know how kids just dive into things?  Until they get hurt, emotionally or physically, they most times are fearless.  I believe that has to be my approach for Vegas.  To ignore completely the start list of women that have physically kicked my @$$ and to blindly parade right past the emotional roller coaster of highs and lows in sport that has lead me to this coming start line.  I keep thinking about Ironman Mont Tremblant, not in a pitty party kind of way, but a really mature kind of way.  To me it was a huge lack of physical performance, and for no other reason can I be upset.  Of all my races, in all my life, it was the most mature battle of all.  The one where I was able to honestly pull more from the lessons than the let downs.  And perhaps that did not land me my Kona slot, but if I keep pressing forward I've got to believe it will land me better in future races.  So to Vegas, I am taking just me.  Not the emotional or physical garbage of previous races, only the lessons...



With just 3 weeks between the Ironman and Vegas I am literally trying all the "recovery" boosting foods I can get my hands on.  Truth is, I like food, love to cook & bake, it's kind of adventurous to me.  This mornings adventure was my "grown up girls" cereal. Move over Lucky Charms (my personal favorite growing up).  This is my papaya & bee pollen with chia seed balls broken over it.  Don't bother asking for a recipe, you know me, I just do it.  Somehow make sure you have chia, papaya, and bee pollen in the bowl and you can accelerate your fatigue recovery!


I think the best part of maturing in sport is being able to run through emotional lows quicker.  My first few disappointing races crushed me, broke me, and made me feel foolish.  Now I just get humbled and get over it.  It has nothing to do with caring less, in fact it has way more to do with caring even more.  Less energy wasted on the past and more energy directed on moving forward.  Kind of like picking up the pieces rather than leaving them there to stare at the broken mess.  I learned something else really special, you can never stop counting the successes, mini or major.  That said, no longer am I super bummed about this October.  Maybe a small part of me is even proud of myself.  We are only approaching month 9 of the year and I began my first 4 months dealing with a broken foot, with 5 months of being healthy we got pretty close.


 ..and so, Vegas next week, Na Wahine the following weekend (more on that later), then a for real break.  Just a mini one though.  I want to finish the year with an Ironman (I already told you that), then have a proper recovery season and planning period for 2014...

 
As any maturing kid will tell you, make a big pile of all the rocks (lessons you have learned) and stack them up big and tall.  When you step back and take a look the bigger picture you will find a nice reminder of how far you have come...


Finally, I have officially packed my shoes for Vegas!  Count this girl ready...
Thanks for reading,
Bree
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Monday, August 26, 2013

The Difference A Week Makes...



It is officially a full week after the racing blues.  My dear friends at Bike Works sent me an email that said, "Bree, it is more about the journey than the attainment of the prize". I know.  I really do.  Of course that never made the sting not feel like you've been stung.  But it helps when you feel like you need a reminder.  Since I took the Vegas 70.3 slot (next week is the race) I have truly been trying to rest and recover.  As in no training sessions or 40 minutes, tops.  Friday I swam a mile and felt good, Saturday I ran a few miles and felt really good, for sure that made me feel "ready again".  Sunday I was going for the full 40 minutes on the bike and you know what, I felt so far from good.  In fact, 2 minutes more and I would have called for a ride home.  Patience.  Just trying to eat good and get sleep when I can.

We spent the past couple days supporting the recruit 42 class.  Kainoa, Sammy, me, and all the girlfriends/wives of the men showed up in our favorite Summer clothes (nice timing to rid the Ironman tan lines), to watch the guys swim, run the beach, and jump out of a helicopter.  It was easy.





As for active recovery, you better believe the island hosts some very good "Frisbee golf" locations!  That was the ultimate "move the blood around but not train" session ever!  Take that back, tandem surfed one wave yesterday and that was even more fun.  We hit up Hakalau and played 10 rounds under the bridge.
 If you have yet to play Frisbee golf after your giant Ironman days, I dare you to try it.  You can run again, but not too fast or too hard, perfect!  And if you are anything like us, you might even have to swim, we had a hole in the water!  Which of course was our favorite!!  Well, I should get to the point of taking a good week of pondering after the Ironman, my best lesson was that you never can stop believing.  Trust me, I single handedly dealt with the questioning of being so foolish as to believe I'd qualify for Kona, and for risking a lot to have a dream job, not my secure teaching job.  It has to be okay to believe in good things for your life, and to want to soak up every drop of excitement that comes with believing.  Kind of feels like life is all back to normal again around here...

A little race next weekend, after that I really do not know where the road will lead.  So, a moment at a time.  And for those of you that want to see what exactly we were watching during the recruit 42 "support crew" mission we had the past few days...see below. 


The guy in the middle was of course stealing my attention, wink wink wink...
Have a good week!
Bree
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Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Get Your Pennies, Baby!!


One thing I am very, very passionate about is of course sport, or I'd be over it with all the tidal waves it seems I get caught up in.  I'll cut to the chase, today I took the Vegas 70.3 slot, a roll down.  It may have rolled waaaaaaaay down because I only had three 70.3's to score, that left plenty of room for girls that had 5 scoring races...anyways, I'm going to Vegas!

At first, no way did I want to.  In fact, every season of my professional career I have rolled down the Vegas slot.  It never really entertained me (not very professional of me).  Maybe because I already know it's the best of the fast girls and perhaps I just felt it was a waist of money I didn't have, to go all the way there and come home penniless.  Well, baby, that was a bad attitude.  Truth is, this is my job (and I like it) so I better do it.  And...the best lessons come often times from the races we don't win, the races we are most challenged, the races where we have to be better than we believe we are.  So it looks like I am heading to Vegas as the last ranked girl and I am SO EXCITED ABOUT IT!

No pressure.  Nothing to lose.  Lots of experience to gain, I can handle that.  My plan is to continue sitting on my butt the rest of this week, seriously cooked from the last couple weeks of race and travel.  Monday I'll start my Vegas training, shoots, I just did an Ironman I am pretty sure I got all the miles I need.  And then fly to Vegas and call my flight, "taper".  I'll just try and toss in a little speed work and call myself READY to GAMBLE! I am really, really, really excited.  In fact, maybe the most excited I have been all year!  My heels and hot dress will be packed for the streets, I have never been to Vegas and just have to see what it's all about!  Clearly I will look lost & confused, but it will be incredible.

One more thing, a large part of my choice to take the slot and give another race a crack, is all the support from all over, complete strangers and friends have been beyond encouraging through this blog.  It is really overwhelming how sport has such a way of bringing people together and building them up, thank you, thank you, thank you!!  See you all in Vegas, until then I'll keep you posted on the sitting on my butt, a week of work, then taper on the flight :)

Aloha,
Bre
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Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Ironman Mont Tremblant Race Reflection...


Alright, here we go, the race report I was not expecting to write.  Hmmmm.  Gonna just be brutally honest, ugh, I am sad.  I think it's okay to be sad, just not for too long.  This year was just so close, it began with the broken foot the first 3 months of the year,  but I was finding my rhythm again, up and running, and thought for sure with all the help I was getting in the way of travel that I was all set to race this October.   I'm sitting 10th of the last 7 pro women they will take into the big dance.  Unless some crazy, miraculous event happens that 3 girls decide Kona is not where they feel like dancing, I missed it.  Needed the top 10 in Mont Tremblant and landed 11.

Believe me I tried very hard, I just underperformed.  As with any and all Ironmans, a few moments of sour luck can make or break the day when the competition is really good, and it was great competition Sunday.  The swim began really well, a wetsuit is a great equalizer and I was in the pack behind Haley with just a couple girls, then my right arm filled up with water, eventually the entire wetsuit filled like a parachute.  The zipper broke, trying to fix it underwater I was ran over by the chase pack, and left to pull myself to my career slowest iron distance swim.  My attitude was still really good, I have taken many lessons from Kainoa, "nothing is ever too broken to fix mom".  So I kept plugging away with the parachute, knowing the race was not entirely broken. 

The bike, let's just say it was a long day for me.  I fought tooth and nail for my strength and just didn't have it.  Not sure if I trained too much, too little, or I just gave 100% to everything in my life, such as family, sport, friends, that I showed up on the start line mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausted.  Perhaps I am not super woman after all...

The highlight of the day for me was the run.  It is by far the greatest lesson of the race.  Usually once you have a bad day at the Ironman, knowing you land out of the points or out of the money, it is so humbling to keep running.  Because now you are running for the sheer love of the sport.    Siri was out there, she told me to just have fun...so I did.  I love running so much that I can still appreciate it even when it's slower than I need to be.  The finish line was gorgeous, everything about Ironman Mont Tremblant was so beautiful.  Amazing people, great course, and I landed a very good homestay family to take care of me and welcome me into their home...

I am home now and loving it.  When I walked in the door the huge pain in my heart sort of fell to the ground.  It is moments like this that I am beyond words thankful that I never sacrifice the things I love most in the world for my career, like my family. They really are my world, coming home to messy kitchens, bed time stories, driving back and forth to school today, packing lunches, Mikes love notes, mean more to me than any finish line result ever will.  Of course, I wanted in Kona this October.  But I am better along now than I have ever been and I already know with a little focus on a game plan for 2014 and not trying so hard to be Super Woman at all things life, love, and sport, I will eventually land in the big dance.  SO what's next?  I do not know at the moment.  Some teaching to make ends meet for a little bit while I recover, I want to kiss Mike more often, and I plan to run in pretty places all over the island.
I'm thinking in order to make a crack at 2014 I have to start the point collecting in November, so that will be my goal, a November Ironman.  I just need a fresh start, including this boring old website.  My homestay mom in Canada kept reminding me how out dated it was, so if anyone is in the mood to help and good at websites, let me know!  Between you and me, the most difficult part about this job is finding the support, so of course I am a tad bit nervous about that end of the job.  Not getting into Kona sort of closes a couple doors.  BUT.....I do have to say, the mail man knocked on my door as I was typing this and handed me SPLISH and ZOOT!  I am really, really thankful, it cheered me up, a little "pick me up" after getting knocked over in the form of bikini and run shoes!  They even match...
 
Thank you so much for all the great support, the cheers, the picking me up, the belief in me, and just helping me to always keep my eye on the bigger picture, like my family.  It is never easy to have something you really want in life not happen for you, but then again, maybe it does happen just not in the timing we want, so I never plan to give up, I just know it will not be easy...

And thank you so much to Mike, the boys, Wendy and my sisters, my parents, Coach Steve and the swim team, Odin the back cracker, Zoot and Splish again, Bike Works Kona, Breakthrough Nutrition, Swift Carbon, and Rolf... you make me just a little better everyday...

Love,
Bree

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Saturday, August 17, 2013

Keep Swimming...

Okay, it is so true that when you believe big for someone else it can actually give you courage of your own.  So here we go, tomorrow I will be pushing on while also believing big for my Island buddy, Leahi.  Tonight, 10pm Hawaii time, she is going to swim from the island of Molokai to Oahu.  Check it out here:  Leahi Swim Molokai .  No pressure, but when she makes it she will be the youngest to do it, 17 years old!  Its pretty awesome to consider what she is about to set out to do...

Please send all your cheers to her, google it up, Leahi taking on the big blue for live updates!  It's going to take her about 12-15 hours depending on the currents and waves.  That my friends can take longer than an Ironman, it is 26 miles of swimming!  In the dark!  Sharks!  Jelly fish!  You got it.

My butterflies have flung all over the place today, mixture of happy to wanting to cry.  I'm ready though, I feel good and of course am excited.  It's a big day for a girl.  And Mike must understand that because I found a bunch of barrettes he packed in my prerace bag when I dumped it out this morning!  My hair will at least be in place even if my butterflies are all over the place...

Talked to Matty Reed preswim this morning, he is so tall, er maybe I'm so short.  He needs a top 5 tomorrow to seal his deal. I want a top 5 too, to make sure my deal is sealed.  We better hurry up, yet keep calm and patient (which Corbin has warned me is hard to do but must be done, thank you Corbs!), so that's my plan if you are wondering what I'm up to out there tomorrow...hurrying up calmly...
 Ran into my Filippino friend from Philippines 70.3, that was cool!  Go Philippines!


Wore a mini skirt to bike and bag drop, you must hike up your confidence ladies if you ever begin to believe anything less than your best...
Tried to facetime with Kainoa...not much luck.  Miss him heaps.  Did get to Facetime with Mike, the important news back home were the bananas in full bloom!  Loving that bit of goodness back on the island.  Okay, I think I smell dinner.  We have been so fortunate in our homestay to have great hosts that take good care of us...and food is one of them!  THANK YOU ALL so much for the cheers, the prayers, the belief in me, and the support, it has been so incredible and I feel it...

Have a good night, see you out there tomorrow and all the best to the other athletes!
Bree
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Friday, August 16, 2013

Aloha Friday in Canada.


This is it, just 2 sleeps away.  If I didn't just discover maple sauce, not to be mistaken with maple syrup, I would be on the edge of my seat.  The sweet stuff calmed me down, all by major distraction from the flood of butterflies that just filled my belly, (nothing new, always happen in tidal wave force prerace).   I'm a little bit scared you guys, not because I doubt my fitness, It'll be my 3rd Ironman of the year, I already know the humbling approach to the distance.  I'm a little scared because I care so much.  This matters to me, I want it...

I want to be that girl, the one in the 2010 Ironman Hawaii picture, be one of the girls starting  Ironman Hawaii this October, right there in Kailua Bay.  It's my favorite place, the best place I know in all of the world, and there is something special about that start line and all the miles to the finish line.
 

This is it guys, the start line.  It's spectacular.  The water is perfect.  Not too warm for a long distance swim and not too cold that you have to complain about water temperatures.  I loved it, all of it this morning.  The big green trees, the clearness of the lake, the relaxed vibe, and all the flags showing this is a championship race, loaded with talent and people from all over the world, like my roomies from Milan who I haven't seen since Cozumel 70.3 last season...

The best part of the race for me is going to be the run, it is really incredible.  It reminds me so much of a movie.  Having never been anywhere like this in my life, its hard to even compare it to anywhere.  Plenty of rolling hills, the cutest little towns, really bright colors that must look magical against the snow during winter, and of course nothing I can read.  Take that back, I can read pictures.


Today on my run I let the feeling of a dream come true sweep over me.  Just wanting to hold a dream is never enough, you have to believe it too.  Believing in the beauty of a dream is what makes life so good...

Alright, time to tuck in, good night from Canada :)
Bree
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Thursday, August 15, 2013

Canada, eh?


I'm here and exhausted.   Last night around midnight I managed to get very lost at the airport, but I found my way, always do when I sleep walk.  This morning when I landed in Montreal the thought of taking a nap on the side of the road entertained me, somehow I survived the 90 minute drive to Mont Tremblant at 2am Hawaii time, but it took me 2 and a half hours.  I got lost, again. My theme is "no excuses princess, find a way, suck it up".  I'm sleepy though.  From Philippines on one side of the world, home in the middle of the ocean for a week, to another 6 hour time zone on this side of the world and my eyeballs just want to sleep.  Have you seen the zombie version of me?  It's the photo above...


Making it alive to the home stay was such a sigh of relief.  By this time I'm hungry and homesick.  Travel is so beautiful and of course enriching, but not having family to do all the "oooohs, ahhhhs, look at this, look at that" with gets hard for a girl on the road.  Reminded myself to suck it up princess.  My host was so inviting and her home is so beautiful, like the Smurfs cottages, this entire town reminds me of being in the Smurf village!   Then the most perfect moment fell into place, mail from my friend Jill sent to me, here in Mont Tremblant! It was a beautiful letter reminding me why I'm here and my job at hand.  When you have just one opportunity to go, there is no time to be anything but ready to go. Her letter inspired me to grab hold of my dream and get going on making it reality, that is why I have come this far.  A quick peek in the fridge, bananas and yogurt in the belly, it was build up the bike and ride.  Spin out the legs and see what this little town holds for me...


Arret means STOP, I learned that much.


My first order of business was to get hugs, and who better to receive them from but Gilles and Marc Andre!  They were my very first bike managers, the best bike techs in the sport (if you ask me) and have become family over the years.  They take such lovely care of me and today they loved on my bike, set me on my way to athlete check-in, and off to ride my bike.





Mont Tremblant is by far one of the most clean, beautiful, quiet places I have ever been.  It is truly unlike any of the 14 or so countries I have seen in my life.  To describe it is really challenging for a girl like me, one who has never been to Europe, it looks like what I imagine Europe to be like.  It has ski slopes, little cottages, bright happy colors, friendly people, a town smaller than Kona, it is a fairytale land.  A place where truly, dreams will come true for so many of us on Sunday.  One of my dreams hang on the race course, KONA.  This is my road to Kona, my opportunity, and I want it.  Being the North American Championships, with plenty of KPR points, the field is loaded with talent, hopes, and dreams.  Some write up said I need a top 14 to seal the deal here, not sure what that is all about because there are 7 other races with opportunities.  My Math tells me not to trust 14th place, to dig deeper, top 10, top 8, I just have to have a top-kind-of-day. 

My plan is so simple.  Do my thing.  Just my thing, patiently.  I have already blown races this season lacking in patience and focusing on my surroundings too much more than within me.  Lessons learned.  I'm not scared, I'm ready and happy...


The beautiful finish line...
I love finish lines, they become start lines...


Thank you to the good people at customs that let me in, just maybe my friends "Canadian Girls Rock" T-shirt worked!   Thank you to a huge handful of people that made this entire opportunity a possibility for me, I am beyond words happy to be holding all this support and love, feels really good.

Okay my French speaking, Mont Tremblant amigos, I think I need to go to bed, well eat then go to bed.  It really has been a beautiful day here in Canada and there is no doubt in my mind it will just keep getting better...

Lotsa Love,
Bree


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Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Beets, Papaya, Ironman...


This is a mom on a mission, a tad bit embarrassing going to parent drop off with a swim bag as a purse, but its my life and I am damn proud of it!  Just enough time this morning for a little run and a little swim, off to high school drop off (I always honk, honk, goodbye, I think that's a parental right), and now I am 5 minutes away from heading to the airport!  Dear Canada, I am on the way to ENJOY you and GRAB my Kona points into the World Champs :)


Real quick, since I'm on a mission to my flight, you have to try this, its the best thing I ever made in a blender.  Papayas and beets.  It was my attempt to clean out the fridge before I go, leaving nothing to rot and it AMAZED me, who knew fruits and veggies could love each other so much!  Dare you to try it... add some milk and ice, maybe bananas and blueberry's, just make sure it holds the beets and papayas!


Other great news, Sammy and me met a guy at a fruit stand yesterday that said we can bring our garden stuff to theirs for share or sale!  Our garden is empty, but it has me so motivated to dig it up and plant away as soon as I land home from Canada...

 ...and post cards were finally put in the mail.  My big mahalo to those that helped me make the Philippines trip possible, thank you again and again... check your mail box for snail mail from Philippines via Hawaii...

That is just about it, taking with me the feeling of this great moment, you can never recall a happy moment too many times.  A finish line is just the beginning of the next start line.  AND I am taking my family, today on my swim I was smiling so big just knowing all they have done for me to be on the start line of what holds such a wonderful opportunity... I love you guys!

Next stop, Mont Tremblant!  See you there,
Bree
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Monday, August 12, 2013

For the Love of Race week...



My apologies for the lack of updates over the weekend, actually no apologies.  I landed home and soaked up all the time I possibly could with my family.  Its off to Canada this week and when I maximize my time home it minimizes my homesick when I'm away...

For the love of race week, finally the day (or time in my career) has arrived where I love race week, the race part.  The expo, seeing friends, the last few workouts, even packing my bike.  Soaking up the energy and support from all over the place, finally putting into motion all I've worked for.  And I know this job is the kind that has an expiration date on it, so perhaps I'm loving the journey equal to all the destinations arrive at.  And I am learning...

About 14 Ironmans and 14 or so half Ironmans later (Maybe I''ll do exact Math on my flight), I am learning that race week also effects me right smack in the heart, painfully.  Perhaps the pressures to make a pay day, the desire to have all the training land in a great performance on the course, knowing I am leaving home for a few days, and some other unknowns that rest on results, seem to sneak up on me and make me kind of a pain in the ass.  

For starters, I get like an opihi and just want to clench right onto my family, mostly Mike I seem to dish out every emotion on him.  It makes me feel safe and hidden from what I maybe fear just a little, to hide right under his arms and be very close that it takes pryers to get me off, like those little opihi.  And sleeping is really, really hard for me.  I think about the time zone I'm heading to and try to sleep at that bedtime, but look at my watch and see that it's 6 hours difference and it drives me crazy that I'm not even tired and can't fall asleep, so I end up awake all night.  I know we all have our things on race week. You can't deny it.  I've seen people go crazy where they won't see family all week or eat or drink anything but "special" stuff.  I've seen people at races throwing things at their bikes!  Mine is, has always been, and might always be, the desire to pull in even closer my family.

Knowing this, I tried to prevent my selfish need to have everyone in the house stick really close, by planning a Friday date night.  I put on the Filipino orange heels, the boys and Mike looked amazing in their dress up shirts, and in some small way I thought that would save our weekend, to just kick the race week opihi clenching problem in the butt, to have a night close together so we could rest easy over the weekend and I'd be calm with everyone (myself included) going about our ways...

It worked really well, it was better than most all my other race week moments.  But now Monday morning is here and I am sad as heck, trying to just fire up excitement to get on a plane in a couple days and go grab those KPR points to Kona!  I already miss those 3, with Kainoa to his dads, Mike to Hilo, and knowing it will be a week or so till I see them.


Oh, but I'm a brave girl and I know I'll be alright once I get on my way.  This is the part of my job that is hard though and it always humors me when friends tell me how lucky I am to get away from my family for a while.  "How nice it must be to have a break from kids.  How it must be refreshing not to cook or clean up after anyone or share the bed!"  Those things, the little things like that, are all my favorite parts...the best parts and things I miss most.  While Monday is trying to drown me in my own tears, some good advice received from my older and wiser sister:  Focus on the best parts of the weekend. 

Here they are...

Boating to a mile.  Yes, the Hawaii Fire Department Recruit 42 class was practicing their open water mile swim and our little family got to be part of it.  I am so in love with ocean swimming, it made me so happy splashing around with fire recruits and seeing Kainoa and Sammy jumping on and off the boat as it followed up down the coast.




Friday date in heels was pretty unreal too, It's not often the boys all smell so good and my feet are in anything other than stinky shoes.  Of course I trained, just some recovery/ramp up stuff.  A run, the best kind where Mike rides the bike along with me. It's pretty much the best parts of my training into any race having those miles with him.  He reminds me I'm more than a triathlete yet I am better than I think.  I have to remind myself that he is giving up a weekend morning to join me and appreciate it.  I do.  More than you know. 

And... I biked!  LOOK!  I finally got new bike shoes.  It's been a while and the others were on the edge of not holding up through Philippines, I was literally praying they would make it.  The original plan was to "reward" myself with new bike shoes once I qualify for Kona, ah, resisting temptation took over and I played it safe by grabbing the shoes now so I know they will make it through Canada.  Anyways, I thought 41 in Sidi was an 8.5 in womens and I was wrong, wore them one ride, too big (9's), and had to have my friend Andrew on Oahu send 40's.  So..... I have a pair of 41's that have like 42 miles on them, originally $260 bucks that I will happily give a big discount on (used my friends), if any girl needs a new pair of Sidi.  I'd like to give them away but I need to pay for the new size 40's... so email me if you need a discounted pair of Sidi, with only 42 miles on them...size 9.

Couple more nights home then off to Canada.  I really am excited, this is a huge opportunity to be so close to racing in my back yard.  There was another race over the weekend and my KPR position had no change, pheww... 8 more races in the chase for the last 7 slots.  Oh it is exciting to say the least!  Also landed a slot to Vegas 70.3 over the weekend, not really sure about that one yet.  Every year I roll it down and I'm about 99% sure I will this time too, just financially it's not on the plan and I really, really, really just want to get into Kona and focus on October. After Canada it might be good to chill for a breath then get going again for Kona without another race in there...but who knows.  Need to consult Masuders on this one!

Have a good week.
Bree
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