Friday, May 30, 2008

because it's my home...

I don't even know where to begin...

I tried to laugh my way through it and the laughter did help but it is the amazing community that is really pulling me along... and...I thank you...

Well, I went... to the homeopathic doctor... I just couldn't bring myself to a real doctor with creepy cold waiting rooms and crying kids and boogers and coughing people and dirty magazines with coffee stains...

After a pee test they found some white blood cells that aren't supposed to be there so then they checked my outside temp which I am sweating bullets and hot to the touch (but I already know that, all the guys tell me that! Just kidding, my attitude is coming back)! Then my body temp is 97.2 pretty darn low, normal low is 97.8 so I caught a virus between who knows where on some plane from Lord only knows by touching some germ from someone...

Luckily it's not a flu or cold... just some weirdo virus. Not a bug you can smash with a quick fix pill (that I wouldn't take anyway). A virus that has to do it's thing. 3-10 days on average... this morning is day 9 of being JUNKY... so I am HOPING that I can be awake and alive for Honu...

My cure... well, with all my training I need to be better about my diet (hey, I eat so good!) BUT I am also not living a normal active life... Triathlon training requires more, (Who knew??) so I was prescribed a great mulit vitamin and a lovely Iron supplement. I was also in my own personal med tent at the doctors. I got a saline drip and a vitamin drip to put back in all the stuff I flushed out by over hydrating my dehydrated self. Nice, me and water poisoning, like at Ironman!

How am I now? SO thankful it isn't anything "serious". Still in a bit of tears. Would be worse off if not for Jen Naughty holding my hand through all this. In fact, the entire community has been so supportive. I have never received so much love in my life. Everyone on the island knows how much I love racing at home and to not be a part of any local race (a Peaman or the Ironman) really breaks my heart.

The phone calls, the emails, the voodoo recipes and foods you have given, the Naughty family willing to pay my doctor bills (I still am crying that I have friends that awesome that are willing to pull strings to get me the best help possible and pay for it!), to those that are offering advice & support, thank you...

Truly Kona is the best little home on Earth...

Today I will take in my bike and run check bags in hopes tomorrow I wake up able to participate. The plan to race is no longer my goal... and I am okay with that. Triathlon doesn't define me and knowing I have not been too sporty this week, just being healthy enough to show up and swim-bike-run would mean so much to me. Why even do the race then? Because this is my home and there is no place better to do what you love most than at home...

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Dolphins, Acupuncture, & Vinegar...

Today was the day I try ANYTHING & EVERYTHING to get better. I seriously appreciate all the incredible tips & tricks from the comments and emails...

BUT today the cure would be dolphins, acupuncture, and vinegar!

Last night my buddy Penn (another No-Doctor-using friend) suggested this horrible vinegar recipe. He swore by it. I nearly gagged just hearing him talk about it. BUT I felt so rotten I didn't think it could make me any worse. This voodoo of his was supposed to make you sweat so bad that you would literally sweat out whatever was wrong in your body.

As I was chugging my concoction I got to thinking the smell alone could scare the illness out of my body! I then went to bed at 7:04pm and sweat so bad I woke up in a swimming pool! My pajamas were soaked to the point I could ring them out! Pretty disgusting...

At 7:30 am I meet Penn and Brooke for an ocean swim (15 minutes was the order from coach). NO pick ups, no testing to see if any speed was in me, no trying to get the HR up, no nothing. Floating only. That was fine, I still felt like junk and now I even smelled like junk.

About 600 meters out a huge school of dolphins came swimming by. They were SO close! It was amazing. Unreal. Breathtaking. We then swam towards the dolphins hoping they would let us get close. They started to swim near us... I was so excited that I started to feel better...

About 25 ft from us Penn shouts that they are coming directly at us and to go under. Like a mermaid I don't even think to take a breath and I never even notice I need to come up for a breath! What felt like 12 minutes later we were still under water and the dolphins swam right up to us. ARMS REACH! It was unreal, like nothing I have ever seen in my life! I have seen dolphins in the wild plenty, but never that close, never playfully close, and never with a tiny white baby dolphin with them! I counted 24... the number isn't that important though, the excitement of seeing them in the wild, that close up, made me so happy I probably healed even more than the previous nights sweat session.

Then off for acupuncture. I have been a FIRM believer in acupuncture since 2001. And I haven't been this sick in my life since 1999 so I am totally addicted! I had the camera ready for what I thought would be just a couple needles to make for a good picture... but it ended up being so many darn needles all over the body to kick this junk outta me that the photo would have been more revealing than my skimpy Splish suits (if you can believe that).

Now home, rested, needled, vinegared out, dolphined up, and feeling "optimistic" that I am on the road to recovery. Seriously I had myself such a disaster that not racing Honu didn't even matter, I was freakin' that Japan would be out too! SO, put Japan back on the plan and after coaches evaluation (he gets in tonight) I might or might not see ya Saturday for Hawaii 70.3...

Oh, Linsey & Eileen, I know you have your Potato 70.3 race this Saturday so I am sending you all the shouts I can muster up in my fragile body! Go get em' ladies! And of course the Spam Musubi 70.3 wishes you were here & good luck to everyone racing Spam Musubi 70.3...

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

In the hole...

Do you want to know how to do-yourself-in? How to dig a deep hole, jump in, then spend all week trying to get out? I know just the way...

Spend your peak training week for Ironman Japan (last week for me) working your bum off, most of it in the rain & a sky covered in vog. When Saturday group ride rolls around and Luke Mckenzie and Chris Macca decide to join hold on for dear life, then just as you are about to reach the recovery spot try to out sprint Macca. That's what I did, knowing perfectly well my body needed to just recover and draft I tried to race the Aussies! At least Macca told me "Way to carve it up".

Then, run after the hard group ride... I did. And at night when you are craving sleep be sure to go watch BJ Penn (Hawaii's ultimate super fighter). He is amazing, ignore sleep for him. By the way he won, I love him!

Now it is Sunday... on the training plan coach has an ocean swim that says, "find someone to draft". GREAT! I found Macca and Luke again, you better believe I was drafting them. It hurt. My lungs exploded. I was going 100% to hang with their 75% (if that). At that point I knew what little my body had left was now gone. I had put myself in a hole. Not an over-training hole (those are the type when you start to hate sport and don't want to train) I still loved sport and wanted to train. It was the hole where I asked a lot of my body and gave it nothing (or not enough of what it needs) in return. Darn me.

Next up on Sunday I went to the beach with every intention to surf. Surfing always makes me feel better. I believe salt water heals and invigorates. Instead I fell asleep in the sun watching Kainoa and Jim tandem-ing. Darn me, sun poisoning! I was so tired that as soon as I sat I fell asleep...

So, I spent all Monday in a panic. I loaded up on everything and anything that was "good for me" including sleep. I slept about 36 hours missing all my workouts and only waking up to read Rachel's blog this morning for some entertainment. I emailed Katya and Eileen (they have Ironman's the same day as me so I wanted to know if they are dead too). Just me... darn me!

Talked to coach this morning, he thinks it might be the flu judging by my symptoms. I never had the flu so I don't know. I do know I trained a lot in the rain. He suggested seeing a doctor for antibiotics. Jim did too. I refused. I don't see doctors unless it is an emergency- like hitting your head on rocks while surfing and getting staples, popping out a baby, breaking bones, or fatal car accidents. Not a flu or whatever it is...

I made an appointment for acupuncture. Tomorrow I will see my acupuncturist. I believe in that, I believe in healing from the ground and Earth (I know I am weird). Darn me though... I never have felt like this before. Just in time for Honu and I am in a hole...

I will let you know how the acupuncture goes.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Vrooom.....

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Hawaii's Rachel Ross

Ladies, this post is for you... men, you might find something valuable too, BUT women, this is for you!

"It's important for a woman to be an athlete. To be strong, brave, and NOT feel sorry for kicking someone's butt." -Serena Williams

I am really finding that women are too nice. Humble. Quiet. Shy. Intimidated (that is my big problem). Giving. Caring. Encouraging. Supportive. The list goes on. I think ALL those are great qualities and will take us REALLY far in life. BUT I am learning that some of the GREATEST women in the world, including my favorite, Mother Theresa, are also strong, brave, proud, fierce, competitive, fighters, determined, bold, and IT IS OKAY.

If we never believe in ourselves or value what we can do we may miss out on an opportunity to shine.

My lovely Hawaiian teammate was recently featured in a great interview and I was telling her she should post it. WELL, her humble, shy, quiet side wasn't much in the mood to give herself credit for her ability to shine!

SO I am (without her permission of course!) Sorry Rach!

Check out the interview here: Rach Ross

Now, those of you that know me pretty good know that Rach & me have always had a bit of a battle going on. It has been "Big Island girl VS Oahu girl" and for the past few years we have been 1-2 at most every race. Then we became teammates. We both got on Lifesport. For me it was a hard pill to swallow. In fact I was bummed... I really felt like having my coach was the only thing that was giving me any sort of ability to hang with her or drop her. Once we started to "share" him I had to learn to swallow my pride. She instantly was stoked to be team mates... As the year has progressed I have learned to use Rach to make me better and vice versa. When she pushes I have to, when I push she does, when one of us gives in the other is there to make sure to move forward. I really think she has become the reason for much of my success this season...

All I know is that as a woman we (I) tend to get too competitive with each other and rather than using each others strengths to make us better we often work against each other. Now that us Hawaii girls have become "team mates" and use each other to become better who knows, you may see 2 women from Hawaii on the podium in Kona (that is right, NO local Hawaii person has ever podium-ed at Kona). Watch out for Hawaii moms... and if I can give one ounce of advice, find your rival and make her your partner.

By the way, my "partner" ran 6:30 miles after nearly 6weeks off running and a severely messed up IT band... I am glad I am not racing Nationals this year!







Thursday, May 22, 2008

Battle Field of the Mind...

Running down Alii Drive-DETERMINED not to walk...

Every single training session of my life (the hard & the easy) I have 2 thoughts going on in my head. They keep me going and keep me pushing through...

  • The body achieves what the mind believes
  • If you can't do it in training you can't do it in racing

Today was the LONGEST most CHALLENGING training day of my entire triathlon life- EVER! You better believe my 2 motivational thoughts were clinging tightly to my head and heart all 8hrs. long! Yep, 8 hrs long.

I had my first 8 hour training session of my life. Ironman Japan is exactly a month away (June 22) . My focus was to make this session count, make it one worth doing well so when I am suffering on the little island of Goto (something like that) I will be able to say to myself, "Bree, you CAN & WILL do this, you made it through the 8 hours of hell in Kona..."

The workout was 5:30 hrs. on my bike followed immediately by a 2:30 hrs. run. I tried really hard to recruit some friends but nobody felt like an 8 hr. day this close to Hawaii 70.3 (I didn't blame them). About mile 60 of the ride, just when I was getting the "I am so alone" feeling I see this car come zooming along with a HUGE smile. It was my buddy Pat to keep me company! He kept driving ahead then waiting for me to pass- just keeping me going & highly entertained!

I was working VERY hard on my bike. I used a HR monitor for the first time ever in training for the entire bike ride! (thank you so much Bike Works for totally teaching me how to use it and Linda for picking out such a pretty one!) I was keeping my pace, my focus, my nutrition all dialed in. I even managed to stop for sushi (Don't worry coach the stop was only 45 seconds long!) Anyways, this was the type of ride with NO lolly gagging allowed, no stops, no nothing...

Here is where the going got tuff... 5 miles from the bike finish my pedal completely flung off my bike and out of my bike cleat! I really can't explain what happened, I lived though, but I had to pedal the last 5 miles up a little hill with only my right leg! In all actuality I was happy it happened because I know in an Ironman there will be all sorts of really weird situations that must be dealt with stress free. Up until I lost my pedal in the bushes the ride was amazing...

On to the 2:30 hr. run... about mile 3 my brain hit the spot where walking is so inconveniently located. My nutrition went GREAT, I was pacing pretty good, there was NO reason to bonk. It was just a "battle of the mind". Lucky for me Pat decided to be my partner on this ride (remember no Kona fool is running this sort of brick prior to Hawaii 70.3 but me). He rode the entire time on a mountain bike next to me! He was the best traveling aid station a girl could ever have! I wanted so bad to walk, to catch my breath, to just quit moving for a second... he never let me.

After reminding me of my 2 favorite thoughts (the body achieves what the mind believes and that if I can't do this now I won't be able to do it in Japan) I was able to keep going. I even ran up and over the hills without walking. I still can't explain the battle I was dealing with in my head... I was so dizzy, seeing stars, fainty, you name it I was experiencing it like NEVER before.

I didn't walk (thank you Pat for not letting me). After the run I was wishing I had a med-tent and an IV waiting, it hurt like post-Ironman Hawaii, maybe even worse. On the drive to Jamba Juice I had coach on the phone pulling me through... I wasn't even speaking clear or seeing straight... I ran red lights I was so out of it! After receiving my recovery instructions and actually doing them I am finally doing better. I can sit up straight and process the 8hrs of hell in Kona that I just endured...

Bree vs the battle field of the mind & I won! Mahalo again Pat, I could not have done it without you kicking my @$$ on a mountain bike!
Long ride sushi baby! And I promise coach the stop was only 45 seconds!

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Big 25...

Mahalo's to Linda & Bill Greentree for the Honolulu Tri. photos...

I just took a count, a finish line count...

Honolulu Triathlon was my 25th triathlon ever in my life! I never really thought to count them until I was rereading an email from my friend Jen Naughty. She knew how many races she had done! I thought that was the coolest thing ever to know that (yeah, I am easily entertained).

I started counting with my first one September 2003. I checked every single race result for o4, o5, (kinda missed 06, except for one-thanks Kainoa!), then all of 07, and finally the bunch I have already done this year. 25! TWENTY-FIVE triathlons!

  • Sprint-4
  • Odd distance- 3
  • Olympic- 13
  • Half Iron - 4
  • Ironman - 1
Cheers to everyone celebrating their first or 100th triathlon!!





Sunday, May 18, 2008

Honolulu Tri...Family Trip





It was so so so so good to be racing with Jim and Kainoa in the same state! It was even exciting to be in the BIG CITY of Honolulu...

Saturday's pre-race meeting was pretty normal for Hawaii... nobody shows up for the pre-race meeting as usual. BUT when race day comes and the 6am start rolls around I was hoping & expecting some women to show up... turned out all the pro women that were entered decided to bag the race & travel expenses because the prize purse was pretty small...

I guess you could say "lucky for me".

Standing on the beach prior to the start I wished for about 45 seconds I was going off with the age group women! (I would have had HUNDREDS of them to swim with). The pro men in the race were ALL very fast swimmers. I mean really fast. I tried to bribe some of them to wait for me and to pull me. Mike Simpson was on my side, he tried to talk the guys into staying together all the way till the last 400 meters of the run.

Once the gun went off I ran/dolphin dove next to Luke Mackenzie and hung on for maybe a few hundred meters... he said it was 50 meters... none of the men liked my plan and before you knew it I was ALONE! I have never swam that alone in my entire life! It was so lonely and so un-motivating.

Knowing I had the $ in the bag I could have just went through the motions of swim-bike-run. BUT I decided to make a game out of the race. I was going to race me. I was going to beat each and every one of my splits from last year.

I took off 2 min. on the swim, another min. on the bike (finally rode a 58 something for a 40k-it was a flat course), and 90 seconds on the run. SINCE this was a flat course bike & run I also knew I might just have a chance to break 2hrs. in an Olympic distance (got close with a 2:02 in a few races)...

AND I DID IT! 1:58.38 (I even beat one of the pro men!)

Truly though, the $ was nice, but the victory wasn't very sweet. I sort of missed the hard-cut throat women I have been racing. I even missed the intimidation I feel at the start line with those women... Maybe I am learning to race within me and rise to the challenge.

Results (click here) in case you need a GOOD laugh at how much the boys destroyed me on the swim!

Friday, May 16, 2008

Keeping the focus...

Photo courteous of Honolulu Triathlon...

Yep, ANOTHER race! Just got home and just about to get on another plane headed to another race. Fortunately the flight is only 40 minutes & the same time zone! I am beginning to wonder why I even bother unpacking my luggage just to repack it. This will be race number 6 or 7 or something like that within the past 10 weeks. I remember talking to TJ Tollakson during one of our swims together, "Bree, the thing that hurts most in your first year pro is the travel". I think he might be right... BUT so far I am STILL loving it!

The biggest thing I have learned is to appreciate where I am in each moment, who I am with in each moment, and enjoy what I am doing in each moment. The moments fly by so quickly that it is easy to lose focus & purpose.

How am I managing it all? Well, I have only gotten to take one taper (St. Croix). The other races were tune ups or training days or fun. That was the hardest lesson to learn so far. I really never have raced a race on tired legs or after riding 2.5 hours the day before it or having to run 2 hours the week of a race. Prior to coach I would train, rest, race, recover, REPEAT. Maybe that was why I never made any progress (or little progress).

Now I am learning that only my key races I need to rest for & everything else is just a step in that direction. Maybe it was pride, BUT the first race (Mooloolaba) where I had to ride my bike to the race the day before (2:45) YES! 2 HOURS & 45 minutes! I was bitter... I wanted to race "fresh" and I wanted to not have "tired" legs. Coach reminded me THIS is not the goal. Then came Lavaman. This was my hometown, I wanted to be "fresh", but I again got the talk... THIS IS NOT MY GOAL. And how can I forget St. Anthony's... Now I was really freaked! I have already learned to "race me" but I so badly wanted to beat my last years time and be "fresh"! But again coach reminded me "This is not your goal".

After St. Anthony's I got to taper. Then came race day (St. Croix) and I was finally the most rested I had been all year. The purpose of keeping focused on my goal race had become clear. I clicked, my body clicked, my mind clicked, the race went well for me.

This weekend is the start of "round 2" of "training through". Honolulu Triathlon. I am tired. I rode long this week. I ran very hard this week. I swam till my arms fell off. Sometimes I think I still have lingering chunks of the "Beast" from St. Croix left in me. But the ego in me to show up "fresh" for every race is fading and I am happy. I am actually looking forward to racing my best with what I got. (never imagined I would EVER be excited to race tired). I know now that the bigger picture, the key race to come, will only benefit from these "train through" races. When my legs are screaming that they wanted more recovery I will shut them up and press on...

Hawaii 70.3 (my hometown race that I want to be "fresh" for) I will again suck it up. I once wanted a nice big taper for this... BUT if I did, I am learning, that the BIG PICTURE won't unfold properly. I know that Ironman Japan is like my St. Croix. It will be time to taper. Time to focus. Time to soak in all my hard work and reach another goal...

So, as I pack my bike (again) and then unpack it just to repack it, I know in the long run, the big picture, it is all worth it...

Sunday... count me in for another BIG step in the direction of my BIGGER picture & a few bites of humble pie!

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Queen of hand me downs...

When you live in a house of 5 girls you tend to get a lot of hand-me-downs! That's life growing up... My hand-me-down life kept right on going though, it sizzled over into triathlon too. I wanted it to end so bad I could smell nylon, rayon, polyester, whatever material swim suits are made of!

That Speedo photo above was one of a BUNCH of Speedo suits I had. Believe me, I was NOT sponsored by Speedo. And frankly, that suit is ugly. It is plain blue (I had plain dark blue too and plain black, and plain blue with red seams). They were all ugly. BUT they were free hand-me-downs. I have a friend in Kona (VERY fast friend that is a Speedo sponsored swimmer) and she would give me her old suits and even new ones! I loved it! I needed suits so I wore them... BUT trust me, I day dreamed about getting my own sponsor and getting my own suits, maybe even cool colorful suits.

The past year I have slowly forgotten those ugly suits. The memories faded away as Splish suits POUR (I mean that too) POUR out of my swim suit box. I forgot them until Monday. That ugly photo was on the cover of "Triathletes Hawaii" magazine. Monday, when Linda from Bike Works gave it to me I had flash backs of the ugly suit... I totally thank my friend for giving me the suits, BUT man I am glad those days are over!

I have to give a HUGE mahalo to Dawn & Ira at Splish for the BEST suits a girl could ever have! Splish is the very first sponsor I ever got (other than my local bike shop, Bike Works). Dawn totally believed in me & put me on the team! Now my suits are filled with stars, rainbows, Hawaiian islands, Kainoa, COLORS! Loads of COLORS! I think they gave me speed in the water too because now I like to swim!
Here I am sporting one of my favorite Splishy suits... WAY better than the top photo. Again, Mahalo Dawn & Ira for taking a chance on me & making triathlon way more exciting! Almost a year in Splish and they only get better...

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Sumo Chew...

Another one of my Kainoa inspired recipes...

You need:
  • 2 cups of spelt flour
  • 2/3 cups carob powder (more if you like it richer)
  • 1/2 cup carob chips (optional)
  • 2tsp baking powder
  • 5 good shakes of cinnamon
  • 2 shakes of sea salt (a little electrolytes)
  • 1/2 cup flax seeds
  • 1 cup coconut oil
  • 8oz (10 oz if you have a sweet tooth) 100% maple syrup
  • 4tsp vanilla
  • 1/2 cup walnuts
You do:
Heat oven to 350*. Lightly oil up a muffin pan (makes about 12). I use coconut oil but Pam works too. Mix the flour, carob powder, baking powder, cinnamon, sea salt, & flax seeds together. Add maple syrup, coconut oil, & vanilla. Finally add in carob chips & walnuts. Scoop into muffin pan and bake for 20-25 minutes.

This recipe is vegan so it's great if you have dairy allergy's and take out the nuts if you have any allergy's. Enjoy!


Monday, May 12, 2008

Japan is in the air...

Watashi no namae wa Bree Wee

Are you Japanese? I am as white girl as they come... but today... at the grocery I was asked if I was Japanese. No, sorry.

I gave the girl at the register my bank card, she read my name, "Bree Wee", then said, "Can I see your ID?" I gave her my driver's license... she thought I stole my bank card saying Bree Wee because I didn't look like any Bree Wee she ever saw.

What? Hmm?? I gave her a confused look- I never knew another Bree Wee existed. Then she asked if I was Japanese (she was Hawaiian/Filipino mix). I had to explain I married a "Wee", my parents didn't purposely try to make my life a living joke by giving me a rhyming name.

There's another story too...

In St. Croix when I jumped off the plane and saw my home stay family holding a sign reading "Bree Wee" I ran to them, gave them a BIG hug, and introduced myself. My host mom says right to me, "Oh, I thought you would look a little different... I was not imagining a white girl with that name". Bless their hearts- my little St. Croix family was wonderful...

And the BEST story of all... we took Kainoa to get his pass port for JAPAN today!!!! Yep, that is the plan! I did qualify for Kona as an age grouper BUT I have to re-qualify all over again now that I got my pro card. Luckily there are Ironman events ALL over the world! AND luckily in June (the month coach and I decided I should race one) there are 3 on the same weekend! France, Idaho, and Japan! Idaho was instantly out, France has down hills that freak me out, so sticking with my island theme this year I chose Japan!

I am a family girl. I need them. I love them. So I begged, twisted, pulled, yanked, tugged, nagged, bribed my husband to make Japan a family trip! Australia was TOO long without them, St. Croix was too beautiful without them... so this time I have to have them along...

Fingers are crossed we can get our act together to make it happen & when it does Kainoa has his first pass port all ready for the adventure & sushi!

Sayonara,
Bree

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Being a mom...

Top 10 things I learned in motherhood this year...

  • I can survive on 3 hours of sleep
  • Kainoa's food stuck to his car seat tastes really good after a long run
  • Jogging strollers are AWESOME for long runs- they are like traveling aid stations!
  • I can handle 10 hours of anything after giving birth
  • It's okay to eat food off the floor
  • Crying does make you feel better & usually gets you what you want
  • No sense in crying over spilled milk- it is going to keep on spilling...every day!
  • All foods can be finger foods
  • My boobs and butt will never be the same post-baby
  • A hug & kiss from my son makes everything better

Happy Mother's Day mommy's!

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Today on the island...







Warm & windy (as in I was riding at 5mph for a few miles into the head wind). A few times I was pretty sure I would end up on the pavement as wind-kill, (thanks to the cross winds) but I survived. The plan was to "enjoy" my bike ride. Not fast, not hard, zone 1, "enjoy". I rarely get the "enjoy" posted on my workouts so I brought a camera to make it fun!

I rode with my sister & Sam B. Poor Brooke, I kept riding on her tail and taking videos! I was zoomin' in on her bum and driving her more crazy than the wind! Gotta love riding "enjoyably" with me!

Our route was the Hawaii 70.3 course. I will never get sick of this course! It over looks the Pacific on the makai side and snuggles the mauka side close enough that as the winds sweep through they make riding playful. The climb is so gentle yet challenging as the head winds try to keep you from Hawi. The history of King Kamehameha unfolds as you pass through heiuas & old parks and run down shipping docks. Once to the sleepy little town of Hawi fruit stands & coffee shops greet you and a nice down hill...

Life is good.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

St. Croix 2008 photos...

On the way to St. Croix...


A view from my home stay... Simply amazing!




The ELF & I...
Island under 7 flags "St. Croix"
The "Hot Corner"



Brian and Faris (and Mitch-not pictured) had to fix my bike the day before the race. I had no idea what I did to it but it didn't feel like changing to my easy gears (the ones I wanted for the Beast). Nice work boys... and Mel thanks for keeping me company at that crazy house!



A trip as far East as you can go in the USA & some beach shots...

This is the cay we started the swim off. It was pretty cool to swim from one island to another even if it was really close.

Swimming in the Caribbean...





Race day photos... Thanks Dawn (Splish!) for another fun suit... and HUGE mahalo's to Patty and John for making me feel at home in St. Croix! You were an amazing home stay!

Post race party... Oh my goodness I haven't been to a "party" in so long I forgot how to even socialize! I clung to Mel and laughed at some funny drunkards and chick fights. It was pretty cool getting to hang out with some pro-triathletes in a non-race setting. Game faces off- had to laugh! Photos with Felicity Hart & Mel...

Listen to the steal drum bands...


Friday was a huge party in the streets... the mocojumbies were there giving us all a real fun taste of local St. Croix adventure. I loved it so much I had to buy a steal drum CD to play here at home! Let me know if you want me to burn you a copy...