Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Race Week...



Race week is here and the sum up of the week can best be seen in these photos...

Kainoa is still saving me with his smile, his big eyes so full of wonder about life, and of course the simplicity he brings when I am focused on more things than can be handled at a time.  In fact, lots of good people are surrounding me with simple, happy moments.  Wendy, Kait, Mike, Robin, Sal, Kawika, Pablo, Fredo, Julia, and Pete to name a few-keep me training through as if a big day is on the horizon but not big enough to stress about.  Coconut girls and Oden have both offered to help me with massage/chiro for FREE!  I am so blessed to have that kind of support. AND when I'm least expecting it,  an email of good luck lands in the inbox from Swift Carbon bikes and a text from coach to remind me I am ready...
                              

This is also how my week is going...

 Some of this too, okay 2 nights in a row of this...


A lot of garden moments too, that of course include hose fights and dinner.  Then there is Brooke.  My sister, the one I run to in times of "freak out", she is the yogi that calms me.  I'm really blessed to have life shared with 4 boys, this week it's me, the 15yr old, the 12 year old, and the 5yr old.  Just us 4, no parents! One with strep throat, the other with massive farts, and one with more snot than imaginable.  She, the smart sister, reminded me, "I am never given more than I can handle".  SO between every swim, bike, run, rest, eat, sleep, repeat, I am filled with moments enjoyed with none other than 3 boys I love more than I ever imagined possible.  AND, if this week, farts, strep, snot does anything for me, it will get me to the start line more prepared to handle 70.3 miles than training alone could ever do for me...



 If you want to know where the other grown up is, he's on Maui till Friday...wish this momma good luck!  4 more sleeps till 70.3 miles of BIG ISLAND FUN!

Night!
Bree

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Unleashed...

Today I went surfing.  I was unleashed...

It was a very quick little session, more of an ocean dip, perhaps even recovery from the bike ride, more importantly it was family time.  Sunday is my favorite family time after all.  With the race so close, town is starting to show face of something on the horizon.  I'd be lying if I said its easy for me to go through the changing motions of a sleepy town to a race taking over.  It's not that easy, mostly because I lose myself.  I get so busy focusing on the race, the action, and rather than welcome a little prerace pressure I hide, losing myself...

So today, I was calm on taper, let myself rest, woke up without an alarm clock, and went on the bike ride after a leisurely breakfast filled with some family chat.  It was good.  After the ride it was time to meet up with the boys, visit Kainoa camping with his dad down at the beach, and rather than the butterflies that drive me with thoughts of a race strap on the ankle, I put on the surf leash.  A few shared waves with the boys, hugs with Kainoa, and letting lose-a little, ahh Sunday...

Something about dunking under waves, having salty hair, and looking out to the horizon while everything else rests on shore just makes me, me.  A few waves later I was good to go tackle a little more focus on the race, like hide from the sun, rest easy, and send some training logs to the coach.

I did something else too, it was something that had been chipping away at me for a week, maybe because there was a lack of peace.  Lieto has something I truly believe in, the More Than Sport charity.  Its a unique give back opportunity that he welcomed me to be part of the Monday after the race.  OF COURSE was my instant response.  But Monday I found a message that Sunday after the race we would roll down South to do the volunteer work.  My word is almost always solid, but with the day change that meant dipping out of Masuda's race Sunday, my weekend with Kainoa, and well-it wasn't Monday.  Saturday my family is going to spend all day with me, cheering, waiting at a finish line, up early, under the sun most the day, and to think the very next day I was going to roll down South and not be at family time was crushing me.  They would understand, it was me not understanding.

With my tail tucked between my legs, I bailed on Lieto and his project.  My family has to come first, Sunday is and has always been our family day, that means all of us if we can work it that way.  So...if you can, since I feel bad I can't, check out the More Than Sport link and see if you can support on one of his missions to give back...

It's Sunday evening now, we are gathered around a movie, talking between the actors, reading books, I'm doing this blog, cutting watermelons, and just doing what a family does when it begins to quiet down.  The best part, is even with a lot going on, we are together and finally I am at peace that next Sunday we will be too...
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Have a good Sunday, hug tight to your family and thank them for the support they give you during the week, I know I am THANKFUL...

Bree

Saturday, May 26, 2012

In One Week....

In a week from today it's Hawaii 70.3 (Honu).  With a big race on the horizon my excitement is lingering, butterflies too, and a lot of important race prep:

1. Slept till 10.  Actually 5:30 but stayed in bed till 10.
2. Walked to the market to buy potatoes-VERY important part of training!
3. Picked a bean from the garden.

That's all I have done, its 4pm.  That day is so unlike me, but I am learning to EMBRACE the rest that makes the hard work roll into a good race.  Oh, I'll go for an easy run tonight...at sunset.



Speaking of good runs, Honu a couple years ago was my best run on this course .  It was just so easy.  I want that run again in a week from today...to run effortlessly.  Last years run was a pain in my butt till mile 10, to repeat that run-no thanks.  Unless it lands another really good day of staying mentally strong and landing a surprising outcome, like last year.  This year coach let me jump in with the speed work team on Wednesdays and I trained for a couple run races, so I'm fingers crossed and hopeful that I will indeed have a better run.  The pool here is closed (again) for the couple weeks leading into the race so I'm hopeful on the swim being good too-ocean time always makes for better swims.  And the bike, we have been best friends this season...a good day is just a week away.
This was yesterdays swim practice, since our pool is closed.  With training partners like this, how can you not LOVE swim practice!  Good thoughts for the next week, goals in place, more resting easy...

See you at Honu!!
Bree

Thursday, May 24, 2012

First Day of Summer...

Woke up feeling EXACTLY like a kid, a kid about to be let loose from school for an entire Summer at the beach!  The feeling of accomplishment meshed with freedom, you know it.  Today I experienced it full force, just slap some pigtails in my hair.  Kainoa's last day of Kindergarten, how proud is this momma!  The little friendships he made, learning to read, and no longer wetting the bed at night-sweet stuff for the island boy!
This Summer also means lots of ocean swims!  Even Kainoa's swim team had practice in the ocean this afternoon and I was so thankful to help out.  They are such incredible little swimmer kids.  Going fearlessly into the big blue all while having the most incredible time working hard.  You know what else I recognized???  These children LOVE it, APPRECIATE it, and KNOW they are blessed to have the ocean as their backyard and an island for a playground.  It's nice to see that amongst the children in the world today...
I also enjoyed the start of Summer and welcomed the playground called home.  We tackled the the Hawaii 70.3 course and most all morning I was busting myself pinching myself THAT at this moment in my life I am experiencing my dream job.  I'm not sure if I fell into triathlon or triathlon fell into my life, one thing I do know is that I won't spend any time taking it for granted...
The ride was good times as it was a day not spent training solo.  A push, shove, and company was so much better on a good day like this one...


We swam the course too.  It might not look like it, but we did.  Being the beginning of Summer we also found a bit of time to play after...and NOW...recover into race day.  Happy Summer, congrats to all the kiddos that have survived another school year!!
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Bree

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Writing Goals...

My homework on Monday was to write down my goals.  My very own goals that matter to me.  In grade school that was no problem, dream it up and write it down.  Think it through, never.  Be realistic, of course not.  Count a loss, what?  Fear failure, how can you lose?  My teachers must have loved my goals, they were AWESOME.  No limitations, no holding back, straight into whatever I wanted to do, whomever I wanted to become, and wherever I wanted to go.  Goals were the best!

On Monday it wasn't very easy to write them.  My hands got super dirty instead, I land in the garden where dirty nails and digging makes me feel better.  It's not that I don't have goals, I do. Some are even written around my home.  It's the "sharing" part that is not what it was when I was a kid.  I just kept digging, eventually wrote them and sent them. 

At run group this morning, we were warming up, one of the girls mentioned a little something about Ironman.  I blushed, what she said was so cool and I'd love to experience that moment we "goaled" about.  Instead I busted out another goal, a completely different goal than anyone expected me to say.  It had absolutely nothing to do with sport.  It was my start to sharing goals, to verbalizing them.  Most the time the things we think then speak happen.  Outside of sport I've got goals too, sharing it on this blog today, no way, with them this morning-easy! What happened to that kid in me?!  I want her back...

After the run KPN swam (dragged, pulled) me to the Iron buoy.  When I got there all of me began to cry.  Tears filled my goggles, my face looked sun burnt red, and I was itching.  Itching to race Ironman again. THAT is my goal, to get back into the race that I once saw running through my back yard, fell in love with, then told all of town that "One day I will do Ironman".  And then I did.  In 2004 I thought it, said it, then did it, a few times.  With this point thingy the pros follow the year is pretty much set to unfold with those that have been point chasing all season.  Maybe I'm late in the game.  Maybe not.  Hey teacher, my goal is to race Ironman Hawaii.  There are a few more races this season, I'll do them, I'll try.  I'll go for it.  2012, 2013, 2014 one day.  I'll be at the start line of my favorite 140.2 miles on Earth again...

Amazing how getting a little peak at a goal really sets it into motion.  That glimpse of the Iron buoy floating way out to sea reminded me so much of what I love, part of who I am, and tons of what I enjoy.  It is a beautiful spot to be when you know the goals that make up who you are and fearlessly let them flow from thoughts to words to action...

Keep dreaming, chasing some goals, and be a kid if you must-bravely write them without a care in the world, see you at a start line!

Bree

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Something About the Ocean...

THIS was a high-light today.  Something about the ocean always, always feels so right to me, it is after all, my favorite spot on Earth.  It amazes me how a place so deep and dark can feel incredibly safe and peaceful.  Fearless is how I feel when nothing but water surrounds me...
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The youth of Kona Aquatics had an evening swim session and Coach Steve is always cool about letting me jump in with squad, so I did.  We swam into a beautiful sunset and the cares of the day faded away.

We worked on sighting skills, breathing skills, and pacing...
Manta ray and honu kept us company...
The team truly is family.  The little boy on the front right was a baby who I once held 9 years ago, there are former students in the squad, Kainoa's old babysitter, a little girl I once babysat and burnt cookies with, a few who I watched as middle schoolers now going off to college, and of course Coach Steve who first taught me all about ocean swimming and chased any sharky fears I ever considered far, far away...
This crew inspires me, their hard work, their refreshing passion for sport, and the way they are quick to believe in each other keeps me motivated...

It was a perfect evening, the kind that puts you to bed with a smile on your face.  Beyond thankful for this day.  With 10 days till Hawaii 70.3 this is the spot I need to be, focus on what matters to me...

Aloha,
Bree

Monday, May 21, 2012

Today was terrific, if you like long swims in the ocean all by yourself...

This close to the race swimbikerun pretty much sums up what I've been up too, no need for further explanation.  Knowing that this is a spot many moms land in hopes of discovering some top secrets for holding together sport, life, and love, I think I'll talk about sport within the family...

A really good friend wrote yesterday all about her struggle with Ironman distance and her husband.  Oh, so familiar, I too have been there-the other man!  Bet some of you tri-moms can relate... the hubby complains about the lack of groceries in the house, how you wake up and skip morning snuggles for long rides, and well you skip other things too, thanks to long ride exhastion.  Of course you are too pooped to cook proper meals, you have a ton of male training partners, you talk about times and paces rather than lunch money and vacations.  Wait, your family vacation is maybe your race destignation?  Am I right?  The list goes on, this was some-most-part of her list...

I responded like this, listen in if you find yourself knee deep in the tangle of a man and the Ironman...

First, Ironman is not the problem. Sport is not the problem.  SPORT IS GOOD for families (I'll leave it at that).  An Ironman, any big goal really, is so much better shared.  It is so easy to make it through rough patches on a journey when you have support.  That said, its simply a must to invest time, not just "hi honey i'm home", but real time with the ones you want at the finish line, the side lines, the start lines with you. According to like 92% of coaches, most athletes are over trained.  Hmmm, that pretty much tells me that you CAN find time to grab groceries.  My suggestion was to cut that super long ride by 30 minutes, grab some food, and put it in the fridge.

As for the tired, really tired, too tired...
You know how you manage to get your overly tired butt up for 5am workouts?  Well, just maybe you have to schedule in your partner too.  Of course don't let them see where you write on the Training Peaks or wherever you log your miles, "Spend an hour with the hubby", yeah dont let them see that, but actually plan on it then do it the way you make all those other workouts.  And dinners, since the invention of the slow cooker like 100 years ago, dinner can happen every evening.  Slow cookers can take as quick as 5 minutes to fill, leave them all day while you are at work and during trainings, then come home and eat.  There are even cool cook books with just slow cooker recipes that are prepped in 10 minutes, sit all day, ready to eat when you are.

As for the vacations, I get that. Travel is so expensive, it makes sense to make your Ironman Brasil a family vacation rather than 2 flights all over the world.  What does not make sense is your poor family stuck in a hotel so you can avoid being on your feet, out of the sun, resting.  BORING for the family.  In this case, major compromise coming into action.  Arrive to the race later in the week (yes, give up precious prerace acclimation) and stay longer after the race.  Your legs will thank you anyways for not jumping instantly on a plane and spending the time sight seeing.  If by chance you land a bad race though, dont spend the vacation sulking on it....ENJOY the family.

These lessons and SO MANY more I have learned and continue to learn.  We all continue to find ways to harmonize our sport with our family life.  It's best to just keep remembering that at the end of the day the bike doesnt really love you back...

Good luck tri-moms, we can do this!  AND remember, sport is not the problem, it's good for us...we just have to embrace it in a way our families are part, a BIG part, of it...

Bree

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Peeking Through Sunday...


My Sunday began right here, with a few other runners.  It was a small half marathon, well the distance is the same, but the amount of runners running didn't exactly make it the largest half on the island.  This run was put on by the local tri club in prep for Hawaii 70.3 in a couple weeks.  Everyone running had their own personal goal for the day, some to build, others holding their "goal pace" for a few miles of it, some going easy but looking for company.  Physically I needed a run similar to a half marathon right about now, but more importantly I needed a good day with my head, while "racing". 
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Recently, as of Friday to be exact, a very, very incredible opportunity landed in the palm of my hands.  A sports psycologist found favor with me. The whole story, how it unfolded I'll save for another day, for now I'm just counting my blessings that someone believes they can help get my head as strong as my body and heart.  And perhaps somebody is believing in me in a way that they even know a way to get me to learn to believe in myself too.  First more on this race/training day this morning...
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Coach gave me my plan,  he gave me paces to work with, and reminded me the "race" is in 2 weeks and not to leave it out there today on a mission for a PR.  (I love going for a PR even on fun training days).  So with this plan, I talked to the sporty doc working on my head and told him all my fears about this.  How I wanted to "race it", don't know how to "just run it", and what if someone comes by and I want to try and hold with them, and what if I am winning or losing, and what if........ the list goes on.  You know what my "goal" was from him?  I actually had a few, some will remain my secrets as I am the one needing personal help, but the main focus was simple:  Bree, try to just run because you LIKE to run.  Bree, focus on you, love what you do. And Bree, race for you not others. 
With these paces set for my legs, desire to run on my heart, and plans put in my head I took off as if I was running all by myself.  Literally I didn't notice the boys that blasted off and I didn't even know there was anyone on my heals.  It was pretty brilliant...just me. In the moment. But as with all things I endure, thinking takes over and over thinking soon follows.  Now I was wondering when someone would pass me, when my legs would get tired, if I'd spend too much energy for next week, and the list of not-very-positive thoughts fluttered.  Yes, all this on a simple training run...
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Digging deep in the tools I was given for my mind I just ran, ran, ran, and did my best to just be me out running.  Somewhere around the turn I found myself very much feeling like I was the only one running on the island.  Under palm trees, next to the ocean, just me.  That made the pace feel so easy, the distance feel so short, and the pressure just fade away...
I landed perfectly in the center of the run goal coach gave me, no race PR to shatter the legs this close to Hawaii 70.3 (1:24), and out on the course I also began to find again that part of me that just loves to run, for me.  There is so much for me to learn in all things life, love, and sport and to again find that perhaps this is a new beginning excites me.  Now lets cross our fingers that all the knots in my head and unravel in time for a truly brilliant race in 2 weeks! 
Big MAHALOS to Dan Hodel and the tri club for putting on a fun run race for us in perfect timing.  And nice runs to all the runners this morning, very fun sharing a Sunday run with you all!  Oh, volunteers who gave up precious time passing out drinks and gels, thank you too!  I will gladly take the help on ALL my runs, love it! 
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After the run, instantly to breakfast with my family (parents included, what a treat!!), and of course an ice bath followed up by recovery the way I like it, hide n' seek!





I'm telling you, living a 5 minutes from an old volcano top is awesome!  It leaves us the best woods to roam and hide in!  Kainoa and I were of course team mates and thankfully his little self could hide perfectly under every tree!  We got completely lost, extremely dirty, but had the most fun 4 boys and a girl could have on a Sunday afternoon.  By the end of the hiding and seeking I wasn't the only one pooped...

Now Monday awaits, I'm ready...
Bree


Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Simply...



Just in case you want something to read, other than what I wrote today, check out this interview:  http://trifatherhood.com/2012/05/16/meet-bree-wee-pro-triathlete-surfer-girl-and-first-and-foremost-mom/

The man that writes it is a daddy that is doing his best to keep some harmony in his busy life, so while his children are young he writes them letters.  Such a cool idea.  Well, he is in the process of writing letters to them about people he meets/knows or are inspired by.  I got to meet his kids...


It's a great thing to have a 5 year old, they give really good advice.  Today's was, "Mommy have fun".  Oh, I had fun alright, it felt like 2007!  In 2007 I rode bike in T-shirts, I did everything with no pressure, very little intimidation, (because what's a 3rd grade teacher, beach bum have to prove?), and it was always fun in sport...just being outside!!  Back in the beginning I rode in a group ride, with my favorite T-shirt of course, with Lieto.  Learned a lot, of course was google-eyed and star struck to be in the same space as a pro, it was simply fun...
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I still have heaps of fun.  But sometimes I look at old splits and get frustrated when I don't hit them, every time.  Sometimes I just want to be faster-now, sometimes I get intimidated, and sometimes I just don't have fun when I really should be.  So today, I simply made the entire day fun.  No stress over times, no worry over paces, and it is okay whoever shows up to the swims and run...
Sal's run squad is growing and with it so is my run confidence.  Back when I met Sal he pretty much had me scared to even be on the same side of the street running while he ran. Now I hold on as tight as I can, play games to try and pass or catch him, and I enjoy it with all my heart.   The fun began with run intervals and a lot of great people in run shoes.  It is the first time in my entire life I actually, really like to go run hard.  It's easy to do when you feel like 2007, with nothing to prove and unmatching run clothes.  That feeling, nothing to prove, sort of sets a girl free...
 This was simply fun, dolphins on the recovery swim...
Simply said, a bunch of random texts from Maui cheering you on from an island away.
...and even more simple:  Today's grocery list.

I'm leaving you with 2 quotes from good ol' AE.  They were part of my reminders on simply having fun today...

"Everything should be made as simple as possible, but not simpler". ~Albert Einstein
"People love chopping wood. In this activity one immediately sees results". ~Albert Einstein
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Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Tuesday...

 ...and at the end of a better day than most of last week, a sunset shared with Kainoa.  Amazing how a sunset can change an attitude just like that.  I'm knee deep in another book, it's Macca's book.  So far I am loving it as it was written  much like a day at the races, things just move so fast and you never know what to expect.  It also, once again, has the ups, downs, and everything in between of another athlete.  I love getting to see the minds of great athletes being unraveled.  I'd like to spend a day with so many of them, just talking, maybe talking on bikes to be more honest...
 ...The day began in the ocean, for me, Kainoa was in school.  Today was particularly fast as the group was more fired up than usual.  No dolphins, no sharks, no cameras for photo snapping moments, it was like a race day.  Robin (one of my most speedy training partners) even had out her swim weapons.  She cut me off around the CG buoy, rammed me into the 6th buoy, and tried to get me uncomfortable.  Her goal wasn't to bust my face into the buoys, though it felt like I saw them REALLY close up, she was doing her best job to make me hurt and slammed around much like last Sunday in Knoxville...to experience a less peaceful swim environment.  She is really good at this and sure as heck made sure I got my "ass kicked practice".  Must confess, I'm thankful for her...
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Then a bike ride in a hurricane.  It was actually just a windy day.  And finally, a very nice evening with my family.  My parents made dinner at the sisters house and have been looking after us very, very well.  Things that any girl can appreciate:  Cleaning up the house, buying groceries, taking us to dinners, making dinners, filled my truck with gas, help look out for Kainoa and spoil the grandsons, and today my poppy changed my truck tire!  Feels like I am a kid again with super supportive parents! 
 Less than 3wks now till race day, goals are at the forefront of most everyday, pretty thick, pretty clear cut, and of course the meshing of excitement and butterflies are already starting to happen.  Town now has a good chunk of pros in for the race and the anticipation of our second biggest triathlon on the island is getting closer.  For me, a little escape to the beach at sunset always helps sooth the crazy to come with these bigger events that flood the island.  It's going to be fun and I'm looking forward to embracing it.  It's not every race a girl gets to sleep in her own bed the night before you know, so of course I am thankful to not be flying out anytime soon...
...but of course, the adventurer in me always has something in mind.  At the moment, this is a view of where I think my feet want to land before the year is up (my to-tackle list for the year is always close in hand)...
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Happy Training!
Bree

Monday, May 14, 2012


(courtesy of West Hawaii Today News)

Recently a friend wrote to me, "Bree I'm not going to be one of the sheep that follow you".  At first, I took a lot of offense to it, maybe grew upset, finally let it go and forgot about it, because I didn't even really understand it.  One thing I did not forget about was my DNF in Knoxville last Sunday.  An entire season last year, crossing every line I began, had me pretty confident that I am one of those few in this life that stand firm and finish what I start, despite the difficulty.  Not so much because it's my job, but it is who I am-a fighter.  For almost a week I've been bumming.  I put a lot of pressure on myself, I care so much about what sponsors think, and of course a part of me does not want to let anyone down...that DNF I took personally rather than "move on" or "get over it".  Perhaps I have a sporting problem?  Not sure, I read Ryan Hall's book of ups and downs and he took things personally too, because he really cared, by the end of the book he cared "just the right amount".  That is what I am striving for too, to care enough that it matters but not too much that sport defines me entirely...
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Today the sheep following thing that once bothered me now uplifts me.  The friend that sent the note came over and explained it in such a way that perhaps, just maybe, the way I am struggling with taking sport personally yet not care too much or too little, now makes me get out of my own way.  The sheep thing meant, that there are people that actually care for more than swim splits, faster mile time, marathon goal pace, and a race result.  In sport, especially when it is a major part of your life, it's hard not to get caught up in the splits, paces, times, and such.  So while I was drowning is sorry-for-myself over not even having a finish time, he meant that "life and those closest to us care about so much more".  He is not a sheep, that follows every split, pace, time, race result, because that is not all about me....
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Mother's Day yesterday was also the PERFECT time to prove to myself that as much as I LOVE racing and sport, finish line times and maybe even a DNF does not define us, entirely.  During the Mother's Day Biathlon Kainoa was my partner, we did his mile pace in the run, he took a finisher time, I let him cross the line as the champ.  So while I thought I was over the DNF, it wasn't till today, talking about sheep, that I actually got over it...


...and then I watched Kainoa's swim practice and you know how that goes, sport really is so much fun, I cannot let myself forget that.  3wks till the next race, Hawaii 70.3...on that day, my pace Kainoa.


.Bree




Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Patience...

Took a long flight home and read an entire book, front to back, in 15 travel hours.  I read Iron War, have you read it?  It actually surprised me as it was better than I expected, different than what I was thinking it would be (it was a gift from Coach Steve), and in some ways just what I needed after a DNF. (Did Not Finish).  I'm a fan of the first generation Ironmen, those guys and girls are incredible to me, from the stories of what they did with such limited equipment to how they trained.  Back to the DNF.  I pride myself on finishing what I start and in some way I learned through the many pages of that book, how to get up after a fall, how to press on when you are hard pressed, how to hang in there even when mentally you are hung up. 
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So of course, I land home later on Monday and wake up 4am (time change flustered) on Tuesday, ready to jump back into "the next race" feet first.  I have to instantly turn focus forward or I'll dwell too long on what is lingering.  I road almost 5hrs, filled up water at the docks, and saw the boat named "Patience".  That boat reminded me to be patient...it will happen, it will come, it will fall into place, whatever it is and all that it is I'm always seeking...
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Then I jumped off my bike and ran.  The run was way too fast, Sunday's speed that had been saved up all came flying out down Queen K.  It felt amazing to be running so free and focused...on the next race.  That was most the day, ride and run.  I can't complain, then I watched Kainoa swim and wanted to be swimming (good sign, it means I'm motivated).  Finally I landed the start to my side job.  It's a major "work in progress" at the moment and one that I've been wanting to do for a long while now but lacked how to begin.  Talking to Masuda though, he has the support I need and willingness to back up my disasters I'm sure to make-like following through with it for starters...

...Then the mail man came.  Bright Pearl Izumi bike shoes!  How on Earth did they know a girl on an island would want something so beachy, so bright, so fabulous!?  Tomorrow they get to hug my feet!!!
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That's about it around the home front, just diving back into sport and working towards a few things in life I want to see through.  Onward and upward, right?!
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Bree

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Double Run Sunday...

That is the swim, the only part of REV3 Knoxville I can report on, sadly not even all of the swim can be reported either. One of the things I love most about triathlon is  how you can get to the start line with a million things on your mind, butterflies, nerves, excitement, plans of attacks, any and everything the mind can conceive you can bring to the start line.  The best part, the part I love, is that as soon as the gun goes off my mind shuts off.  Butterflies flutter away, thoughts of anything and everything disappear, and its just me racing.  The body is so cool how it just goes into motion, full motion all on its own.  After hours and hours of training I suppose that is a good thing, how it takes over the driver seat and handles the way...
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Before the race the usual butterflies were parading, the nerves that have me in the bushes going to the bathroom were in full force, and I was wondering what in the world am I thinking.  The moment the gun went off I was loving sport as if I belong, the mind went silent and the body swam.  Thanks to the wetsuit swim it must have swam really fast because I landed myself in the front pack, (other than Mclarty who was with the boys), and it wasn't even the effort I was imagining.  In fact, I was confident I'd get out of the water surprising my swim self.  However, I got out of the water by boat...did not even finish the swim...truly a surprise to my water loving self.  First the right arm, then the left arm taken under, then me under with both arms behind me and the chase pack right over me.  I'm not sure how long I was under or where I even came up, it was ocean swimming like never experienced and I got my butt kicked by some amazing girls with true battle skills in the swim.
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I'll be real, I feel like cussing, I'm sad my race ended in the swim, I'm upset I came all this way and didn't even finish, I want to cry (again) that this is the result.  Yes, it is just a race and there will be so many more, but I needed this one.  It had me hoping for a payday so I could fly myself to Japan 70.3, it had me hoping for a payday to pay rent, it had me hoping for a payday so I could take Kainoa to Oahu for a local race, it had me hoping my sponsors would be stoked and keep me on board, it had me hoping.....you get it.  Races always fill us with hope.  And REV3 races always pay well, pretty deep too, so it had me really thinking I'd at least be making the money to fly my bike home.  I boated off course to the dock, not allowed back on course, so I went for a run...
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Then I spent time cheering, at the finish line, in town, talking with friends, then I got sad again.  Unfortunately the hour of "get over it" wasn't enough so I went for a second run. Not far, not fast, just enough to shake it off and try to enjoy the final night in Tennessee.  I feel better now.  No complaining can fix it, no wishing can go back and redo it, on the plane to home tomorrow.  Hawaii 70.3 is the next focus, after that I was wishing for Japan 70.3 but we might be scratching that off, then REV3 Portland.  As for flying the bike, I think I might just have to get creative-keep you posted! 
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Is the smile back, it's getting there and in the end...it is just a race.  But because I care, the sting is still a little stingy.  Next stop, home.  Thank you REV3 for having me, truly a great place to race.  Congrats to all the athletes on some incredible finishes, thank you for the cheers on and off course.  Thank you to Swift Bikes for the good luck note, it meant the world!  To Bike Works, REV3, Splish, Coconut Girls, Club in Kona, Coach Jimmy and Coach Steve, love you all! 
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Bree

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Night before Knoxville...



Sent to my phone, a piece of back home!! Kainoa at the swim race this morning.  It's a favorite race, in a favorite place, with my favorite people, on my favorite island,.however, I am truly taking this experience and making it a worthwhile time in my life.  It helps A LOT the crew of athletes racing REV3 Knoxville tomorrow are incredible people.  SO much talent, so many inspiring stories, a lot of dedication, and it's motivating to be surrounded by people who want the most and expect the best of themselves.  I used to think triathletes are a weird bunch, (and sometimes, somethings are), but for the most part, its a lot of hard work on a daily basis that want to experience it on race day, nothing wrong about that...I am inspired.
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Back home a lot of hard work has happened and tomorrow it's time to let it happen...
This morning we jumped into the river and I about jumped out quicker than I got in!  My arms went about 100 mph, they felt amazing! Instantly I thought the swim of my life would be on the horizon.  Then I noticed I was dragging my legs as they were frozen blocks of human ice!  Perhaps it wasn't a "fast swim" I had happening but a survival thrashing.  Tomorrow will be better, we will be in fully warm n' thick wetsuits.

The bike was so beautiful!  We rode over the swim course and above those rainbow bridges I love.  The thing about triathlon that has me smiling at the moment is all my eyes see.  The places triathlon takes us are incredible.  White sandy beaches, rivers, mountains, big cities, small towns, all over the world I am finding beauty in places that I might never see if it weren't for the places my swims, bikes, and runs take me.  Of course, it would be so much better to experience it with the family.  That said... I am searching for a race to take Kainoa soon.  He has been to Portland, Florida, Japan, Oahu, Maui (in the belly), and Kentucky with me.  It's time he sets off on another adventure...
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Back to this adventure...it's Cinco de Mayo all over, even in the little town of Knoxville!  The Aussie and I ventured beyond the hotel and into town, into a fiesta!  Live music, food, pinatas, and all sorts of excitement filled the streets.  Of course, we are here on business so the fiesta ended early for us as tomorrow is a big day...
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Almost time to party!!
Bree