Monday, December 31, 2012

Happy New Year...

 ...And here we are, 2013. 

Without hesitation, my greatest, most grand lesson of all 2012 is...drum roll please..."To live in the moment".  The exact moment you are in, that very breath you are taking, the people you are with in that instant, the very thing you are doing, is what matters, what counts, who counts, and is what life is all about.  When you are a goal chaser and a major fan of living life to the fullest being in the moment sometimes happens pretty easily, but of course, life happens and we are human, so moments slip away without notice, too.  Those moments taught me a great deal and opened my eyes wider to the appreciation of being where I am, who I'm with, and doing what I am doing with care.

2012 saw my uncle land and battle cancer, right out of the blue good health taken away.  It saw me crying of homesick a few too many travel races only to realize I was not in the moment and fully appreciating a life experience.  It saw a dear part of our family just get up and walk out of life.  It saw the unexpected (both good and bad) happen all around me.  It had my head in the clouds day dreaming a little more than I should have been (oop's, moments passing me by), and it had me living some moments  far more wonderful than any dream ever of mine all because I was in the moment and wanting to be no place else or with nobody other than whom I was with...

There were a few times I drove while sending a text only to piss myself off and realize people have died that way.  (Be in the moment).  It had moments I would be on the phone when in the room was Kainoa wanting to paint or draw with me. (Be with the one I'm with in that moment), that lesson I got super good at and actually just ignored my phone calls (really annoying to callers on the other end). 
 Being in Utah has really helped my 2012 "Lesson of being in the moment" be more visible, as I am so far from any routine.  I just don't have a plan to go with, does anyone on family vacation?  So I am very much in the moment.  In fact, being hung up with the broken foot even limits me from thinking too much into the future, because the exact date I begin to run is unknown. 
As for 2013, my resolution is super easy, "To harmonize" being in the moment.  It just would not work for me to be too lackadaisical and make absolutely no plan, goal, or future dream.  I already know I'd fail miserably with a resolution to be so in the moment that I just wake up and see what the day does.  I have to have some map for my life.  But...I just spent a lot of 2012 learning that if I look too much at only my goals, dreams, and plans then I miss out on being in the moment.  That past thing is not much of an issue for me, other than to peek at for growth and lessons learned.  2013 I will try to harmonize my future and "now" moments into some blend of absolutely maximizing life with those I am with, doing what I am doing, all while doing what I believe will land a fulfilled life...
 Don't worry, it will still include a bucket list!  At the moment Kainoa has learned to snowboard before me!!  All but 2 of my 2012 bucket list goals happened, 2013 list I'm still working on.  2013 Triathlon race plans is finished (and I love it).  After next weeks x-ray I'll know better if I can actually swing the triathlon plans from race goal #1 or have to hold patience a bit longer...

Alright, MOST Happy New Year from Utah.  Hope everyone's 2013 is better than expected, more healthy than hoped, less stressed, and of course a little more filled with love than any previous year...

Here we go!
Bree

Friday, December 28, 2012

Winter Blues...

I'm not usually one to sulk in my bad days or think too often on my less than stellar moments, but when you are one of those people that really feel things deeply, the blah takes over as much as the sheer look of joy that is usually more visible.  I just ignore it, since I was like 5 or something that has always worked for making it go away so more important things (like horses, beaches, and rainbows) would take over.  Anyways, yesterday was a good day tinted with blues and I did my absolute best job hiding it...

Today I read across a very favorite quote of mine and the day flung swiftly into a very refreshing shade of, "happier". Thankfully my blue moods can shift just like that, all by a favorite quote, a good friend, or a moment that steals your breath away.  Back to that quote...

"Twenty years from now, you will be far more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the things you did do.  So throw off the bowlines.  Sail away from the safe harbor.  Catch the trade winds in your sails.  Explore.  Dream.  Discover."  Mark Twain.

That quote pretty much sums up my exact way of life. AND...I believe with all my heart that is the reason for yesterdays unreasonably bad day.  I just felt stale.  Flat.  Land locked (not physically but emotionally).  There wasn't a dream taking over my thoughts, I was not loving in way that I believe in, fear was holding me back, in fact...my feet were cemented to reality and that has never been a safe way for a girl like me to live.  It makes me moody, grumpy, and full of the winter blues...

We made snow angels, I dreamed about a few 2013 goals to spark and ignite my passion for life, and I lost a little bit of that fear that stole its way into my life all because of being realistic...
The most difficult part of this winter will be the 11 days of absolutely no activity (I'm on day 4).  Okay, I've glued my nose in a book, watch the kiddos play in the snow, (attempt to thow snowballs), taste good food, and a plethora of wonderful family activities.  But really, 11 days of this healing part of my foot is pretty unhealthy on the mood.  I'm not saying I need a 5 hour ride or a 2 hour run, oh nothing like that, but just to be able to get sweaty would feel amazing on my skin.  My goal is to shut up about it and not complain, but when you are born to a farmer for a father and a mom that had to milk a goat in the snow when I was a baby so I could drink milk, you learn really fast that being active is life.  You get up, you get out, you get going, and you don't stop till the sun goes down.  I've slept in till 10am 2 days in a row now...my grandpa who gets up a 4am (everyday since he was a kid) would not find that funny.  This foot is also contributing to my winter blues, but I promise to beat it.  In fact, my 2013 journal has been purchased today, thanks to Masuda, so all the dreaming, planning, and adventuring that fills my heart can be put to motion!

I think a fruit cake is in order!
Stay warm,
Bree

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Falling Snow...

 I'm pretty sure one of the most beautiful sites a mom can see is that of her child having what looks to be, "The time of his life".  I've never seen Kainoa in snow and have been looking forward to this Utah trip (we are in Utah visiting Mikes family and boys for Christmas).  For the 100th time today he asked me if I want to move to Utah, because he does.  He wants to live next to a sledding hill, he has volunteeringly shoveled snow, played outside in only surf trunks, and has not once mentioned how cold it is.  He is just so happy, everyone is just so happy...

I've fallen in love with the snow too.  Of course the thought of trading my bikini's for beanies is not in the plans, but appreciating the white wonderful and being surrounded by good people is something beautiful that takes no effort to soak up and enjoy...



 The Masuda family kiddos on top of the hill...
 Fearless Kainoa down big hills...
This place could be the perfect distraction for a girl on a swimbikerun break, all the powder filled fun kind of makes you forget about triathlon, and I am a firm believer in taking a time-out to recharge the batteries.  The vegging out really does something important, maybe it pulls you closer to family, or gives you more time to enjoy coffee shops, good books, and having a break.  Actually, I am forced to have this break weather I want it or not.  It's really hard not being able to sled, snow board, or even ice skate.  I can however make snow angels, throw snow balls, and sip a lot of hot cider. 

Today the lingering for a swim set in and I craved the ocean (the only sport I can tackle right now), but the ocean is far from Utah so I settled for 200 sit ups and a bit of stretching.  My road from recovery might be long so my sister gave me a pep talk to enjoy every single moment of this white wonderland.  It gives me time to paint my nails too...
Happy Holidays...
Bree

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Another Year...

One more year in the books!  The 32nd year of life has been lived, loved most all of it, thankful for the lessons, and pretty excited about what life will bring.  But it has been a heck of a roller coaster of a year and on my 33rd birthday I never imagined what a pain in the foot it would be (or how surprisingly wonderful).  How's the foot?  It hasn't really been too horrible as I haven't used it.  I admit, a few mountain tops are begging me to climb them and a good hike would make my day...but I'm not going crazy without swimbikerun and some friends and I have planned a way to the mountain without using our legs. 

Yesterday I tried this treatment that has been completely unknown to me until I actually went for it.  Platelet Rich Plasma Therapy.  Have you heard of it?  Well, they take your blood, spin it around to separate the 4 parts of it, then suck out the white blood cells and inject them with a big needle into your broken bone.  About 3 hours after the process I couldn't move my toes, walk at all, not even on my heel, and felt worse than when it broke.  The night was a nightmare of pain, but I woke up feeling like this...

AMAZING!  Nope, the foot is not healed yet...but I believe in the PRP therapy and firmly trust it will get better.  The process has some evidence that the blood cells will speed up the recovery of the bone.  The foot itself lost the swelling, bruising, and I could walk far enough to land in the ocean.  A swim buoy, some good friends, and a lot of dolphins had me so very happy!  Something about the ocean, it just makes everything so much better.  Salt water on your skin, moving some blood, and all of a sudden you forget you are hurt. Talk about natures healing.

As a matter of fact, all of my 32nd year of life felt good in those moments.  Flash backs of the hard work, the keeping my chin up when life got challenging, the healing in my heart on so many levels, the great people that I get to love, the exciting places ventured, so many hope filled days, the list of good far out reached the days of crying over milk that spilled.  The foot and I are still only on a "swim at your own pace" day-by-day program.  I might get to ditch the pull buoy soon.  Friday's Xray will let us know if we can add in the bike, any kick to the swim, or even walking with more weight yet.  As for me, I know how these things go, take a step too soon and you can end up taking 2 steps back. No rush, but I would love a run and will continue to count the days till I can try one, or even aqua jogging...

 
 The perfect playground...

 The best part of the day though, was Maui.  Kainoa and I spent the weekend on Maui with Mike.  We just love being able to visit him across the Pacific and for some reason every time my head or heart is filled with curiosity about life, love, or sport, the flight home reveals some peace to me on the matter at hand.  So the flight home delivered yet again, a rainbow of hope to cover all parts of my life leading into my 33rd year of life.  It's going to be really good, I just know it.  Anyways, after that horrible needle I was hung up all day on bed rest (or Wendy's couch rest) with chick flicks while she babysat me.  And wouldn't you know...

At dinner time, in walked Mike!  The best birthday surprise ever, he flew over and landed a mango cupcake with some candles.  I made the best wish a girl could wish for and crossed my fingers pretty darn tightly.
And now, a week before Christmas there are still some rocks being thrown down that are getting a little heavy for my umbrella, but a lot of rainbows this time of year fill the sky, dolphins galore, and hope on the horizon.  That's life on the island even with a broken foot...

Bree

Thursday, December 13, 2012

#10.

 Well.... it is broken.   My 10th broken bone. I'm okay though.  Despite a million nice messages of, "Badass, wow you ran an Ironman on a broken foot?", there are a few, "What a dummy", notes.  I like those notes too.  Maybe I was being a little ridiculous.  But seriously, how can you be all the way in Australia knowing its your last race of the year and a holiday rest is on the way and not keep going?  How can you just stop?  The rule heading into the race was, "stop if pain gets to a 7".  What is a seven to a girl who pushed a baby out?!  I mean honestly.  What is a 7 to a "never give upper"  to a "fighter".  To a fool?  So I ran and ran and ran, I fell somewhere near the half marathon part when the pain was so insane I couldn't stand on my foot. Maybe that is when the stress fracture broke all the way...

Who really knows.  Masuda, trying to keep my chin up, tells me I'm done now with my brokenness because everything comes in 3's.  Is that a Japanese thing or what?  Things coming in 3?  Well I did, I broke the washing machine before Australia, broke the fridge somehow during Australia, and ran an ironman right into a broken foot. 
Yesterday was the x-ray to check on the stress fracture (the one Kainoa gave me when he jumped off the couch on my foot).  Trying to keep light hearted, I went in with a smile, painted my toes, dressed up a little, laughed a lot being in a mini skirt for all the action, and came out in tears...
It was a break now.  I was broken but not broken....  What now?  The road to recovery.  No bike, no pool swims because I can't push off a wall, no running, nothing really.  Actually, if I promise not to kick I can ocean swim.  Slowly we will add in the bike when it heals a little more, at the moment the break is where I put pressure on the pedals, so that's out.  Good news is crutches and a cast are out too.  I pretty much begged to not have those things, if I promise to be a good girl I can avoid them.  Walking is ugly so I don't do it other than taking kainoa to class.  Sleeping hurts because I refuse medicine.  Dr. Traub, the homeopathic doctor of the year is on my case and he knows how much I avoid any kind of "fix the pain temporarly but ignore the problem" medicine.  He has me taking some bone building stuff and 3x3 of this other stuff (wish I could explain it better than "stuff"), but I trust him.  He said it will build up my bones.  And I agreed to this blood injection thing... I guess that hurts.

That's pretty much it around here....

 
Last night when I tucked Kainoa into bed he told me how sorry he is, I told him it's okay, the things that break us only make us stronger.  Besides how can you be upset with a little boy that sings Christmas carols at the top of his lungs believing in Christmas miracles.  He told me I would be running next week.  That is love....

Hope your holidays are off to a good start,
Bree


Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Falling In Love...

You know what I think?  I think falling in love is one of the best things the human heart can do.  It's really healthy if you ask me.  It means we can feel, our hearts our open, and in some small way I think the people, places, and things we love are like our gifts to us from Above.  They are the very things that cause us to feel happy and excited in life.  Even though going to Australia was a difficult journey to start (I always cry when I leave home), as soon as my feet hit the ground and I open my heart to what I am there to do and experience everything gets better. This trip was a perfect way to end the 2012 triathlon season...

Of course there was a giant part of me that thought I was going to win the race a few times, and that would have been very much needed for more than financial reasons, but I'm really not sad. Sitting here without a single "should have, could have, would have" makes it easier to be happy about the race outcome.  Back to that love thing...

I fell in love in OZ.  Something about this Ironman, more than any Ironman I have ever done, had me falling in love with sport all over again.  It was actually fun to line up for the swim start, it was exciting to get beat up, elbowed, and dunked under in the swim, and I had some confidence.  When you are confident about what you are doing or where you belong, you just fall deeper into love...
The kangaroos stole my heart too!  I've learned to the Australians the roo is about as normal as it is for me to swim with dolphins.  My entire goal was to peek into the pouch of a kangaroo but I never got too.  Seeing all these little animals had me pinching myself, its pretty special to think that I am experiencing this!  I thought of how much Kainoa would be loving petting a kangaroo and how nobody in my family has ever been to Australia.  In that moment I fell more in love with my life, I had to appreciate it...


 My last day in OZ was barefoot beaches, purple flowers, and breakfast at the cutest place I've ever eaten.  The day made me do that thing, the one where you just fall more in love with the things you like in life and decide you want to go further with them.  I have a lot of examples, but the little restaurant place had me just dreaming about opening a little eatery! 
 ...and people.  The Australians might be one of the most outgoing bunches I've ever met!  Literally anything goes!  It makes you feel passionate about life.  They just love each other so much, love what they do so much, and are so open minded you feel safe to be yourself.  They wear less clothes than we do here too, so walking the beach sporting horrific 140.6 mile tan lines we felt cool.  It made me appreciate and love my friends back home even more.  I loved the things they do that piss me off, the things they do that challenge me, I fell in love more with the people in my life after spending a week with the Aussies.  But of course, I still can't keep up...the after party was proof of that. 
Now that I am home, after each travel triathlon, I like to look back on what I learned in sport, life, and love.  In my sport life, it was never giving up.  I've never been good at quitting, I loved that challenge I faced running on my foot and to feel as though I won the war despite losing that battle (Ironman). In life, how to really be more passionate about the things I love.  The Aussies went above and beyond demonstrating that in excess, how to just go crazy about everything and anything you like in life.  And for my love life, even though I was in such a pretty place with unique experiences, and wonderful people, there is no place like home with those I love most...

In case you are wondering how much I loved that Ironman experience, not so much the 27 hour trip, I want to return next year, and the next.  So what is next?  Off season and I plan to return to OZ for Melbourne Ironman :)

Cheers!!
 Bree

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Ironman WA Race Wrap Up...

 Legs up all week with some ice and compression...



Short version: For those that details don’t matter, just the quicky
*4th place, 9 hours and 24 minutes
*Collect points for World Champs (pheww)
*Payday
*Fastest bike split
*Post race mood-breathing a sigh of relief, happy

Long version: For those tri-peeps that feel the need to know every detail
The race start for pros was 5:30 am, the alarm was set for 3:20, my body was wide awake at 2:28.  (That is seriously a ridiculous hour if you ask me!!). I went with it, landing at transition at 3:28, a full hour earlier than I wanted!  I sat in the car with the heater full blasted, in a wetsuit, trying to warm up.  OZ is so trippy, its freeeeeeezing in the morning & night and hot in the day.

It is difficult to put into words how excited to race I was.  When my head and heart are happy good races most likely happen for me, and my head and heart were feeling amazing.  I kept rereading a message Mike gave me. It summed up to say, “Never get discouraged out there, no matter what is happening, keep strong, it will be okay”.  I had a lot of great messages of encouragement sent to me.  But Mike knew I had a small problem going into this race.  Yes, I did land my period (sorry for the gross, but it is something us girl racers have to handle for 140.6 miles sometimes, meaning we race with big(er) boobs and bellys). And ah, special thank you to Amanda Balding for giving me nice pink bike shorts. That was not the problem though, I planned to just drink a ton extra water and tuff it out.  I hurt my foot.

Last week Kainoa jumped off the couch landing on the top of my left foot.  In tears, barely walking, it began to get better without running.  Only a few people knew because I didn’t want a pity party and truthfully I thought it would be okay.  I finally ran on it Wednesday, cried my eyes out, and knew Sunday would take extra guts.  It was frustrating to say the least as I’ve been working so hard and felt a great race day on the horizon.  Truth was, my foot had a stress fracture and needed recovery time.  I only told one prerace interview the story, only because I limped into the interview, other than that I played it off as if I was just as ready as all the other girls.



The swim was a choppy, bumpy, washing machine that I really enjoyed!  Those kind of swims are my favorite, they are playful and remind me of home.  Of course you do deal with chop scooping up other swimmers and dropping them on top of you!  I found Jason Shortis and followed him and a Japanese man that looked like Mike.  They made me feel safe from the Great White sharks.  4 of us girls got out within seconds of each other, sending us off in good position for the bike.  Running to my bike hurt like a BLEEEEEEEP, but I ignored it because I had 112 miles of work to do.  After a minute I was leading the bike and very happy about that, then Merium passed me and I let her go without any challenge.  One thing I’ve thankfully learned about myself is I am a slow warmer-upper on the bike.  It usually takes me 30 miles or so.  On lap 2 I started feeling stronger and just after the halfway I went for the pass, she was about a minute up the road and riding strong.  By lap 3 it was super hot, the winds were fully blowing, and all of a sudden it felt like home!  I was loving it and began to sing songs of the islands.  Just under 5 hours the bike was finished and it was time to run, my favorite part of the race.  I cried the entire run through T2 and the change tent.  To have worked so hard and already feel pain in my foot was so heart breaking for me.  “Never get discouraged, never get discouraged…”I kept replaying Mikes letter in my head.  I wiped the tears and walked out of the change tent.  “Keep strong, keep strong, keep strong…” I replayed that part of the letter and came up with a brilliant plan:  Run as strong as I can for as long as I can. 

Lap one hurt but not horrible, lap 2 got a little worse but still manageable.  I’ll be honest, it felt amazing to be winning Ironman Western Australia, in fact that joy was like medicine numbing my foot.  I fed off the crowd support, I made a promise to my foot that I would stop at the finish line and let it have a big break if it would just hold up.  By the end of lap 2 though, it was getting ugly. I was running ugly trying to land on my heal.  The first turn of lap 3 was such a nightmare that I actually fell down.  On my knees, trying to pick myself up, trying to run, it was like a bad dream.  Bek Keat tried to encourage me, she showed unbelievable sportsmanship out there and in a small way helped save my race.  At that point I just wanted top 5 for those Kona points, I had to find a way to keep moving forward for one and a half laps more.  On the bike was AMB being the super cheerleader for the pro women, she pretty much was tuff love on a bike, “Bree, let your mind be your medicine”, it was good stuff having her out there…

Slowly I wobbled into second, then third. There was so much fight in me as my head, heart, and the rest of my body were strong, but landing on that foot was another sob story. Prayers were being prayed to just be able to finish.  I remember this story of HB running with a fractured hip or something crazy like that, and of Crissie after a bike crash, I wanted to be that tuff too. I fell over one more time and then had an idea to try and run on the grassy parts of the road.  It didn’t work, the pain was not the bottom of my foot, my shoe was killing me when it put pressure on the top of my foot.  Maybe I should have taken it off?? Lap 4 finally came and I told myself I CAN DO ANYTHING FOR 6 MILES.  Everyone in the crowd was screaming and yelling for me, they saw the pain and wobbles, cheering me every step I took.  It was one wild Aussie man though that perked me up as I got lapped again and 5th place was closing in.  He said, “Bree Wee you are the world’s best mum”.  I kicked myself in the @$$ and gritted it out, I ran as hard as I possibly could promising my foot it was almost over.  I think all moms are the world’s best, but I needed to hear that, to remind myself that I was hurting because I am a mom and to me that somehow made it better, ahhh motherhood. 

Finally the finish line, my final fall into a wheel chair, right to medical.  The nurse kept telling me I had to take some funky medicine for the pain and inflammation (it got swollen and bluer).  I was refusing because I’m one of those weirdo people that don’t do medicine other than acupuncture.  She got pretty forceful opening it, nearly stuffing it in my hands to take it, so I made her a deal,  ONLY if she fed me first so I don’t barf on her for having medicine on an empty stomach.  Deal.  The doctor then gave me his 50 cents, basically telling me that was a dumb thing to do a marathon on my foot and I could be out for MONTHS (his words) if I keep running on it.  My explanation was simple:  The trip was set and I am crazy.  Anyways, now I face 4-6wks of no running.  I’m sad.  But in the bright light of it all, it is the holidays (more family time without running), and it is the off-season, I need a rest anyways.  Truly this season has seen some of my best racing and I’m feeling positive there are even better to come.

This has been such a brilliant, brilliant journey in my sport life.  Thankful, greatful, appreciative, and everything in between those words too, is how I feel.  My life is so beautiful not only because of the places I see, opportunities I experience, but because of the people in my life…
To the race directors and volunteers of Ironman Western Australia you have done well!  I am looking so forward to racing here again in my life.  The crowd, I am smiling to have felt so much love so far from home.  The other pro women, well done and thank you for pushing me.  My sponsors:  Bike Works, Swift Carbon, Coconut Girls, Splish, Oden, Rolf Prima, THANK YOU.  Training partners and Pablo for helping write me a plan, thank you for dealing with the sweaty mess I tend to be.  Tammy, Brooke, my parents, for getting me financially on a plane to OZ.  Nelsons and Wenders for helping with Kainoa on days I need help.  Mike…for loving me.

(A band for each loop of the run we completed).  These are my new favorite reminders that holding on is worth it...

Thanks for reading my race wrap up, really appreciate the support I receive from strangers and friends from all over. It was a very special day in my life as I had to face myself courageously, those days of suffering so deeply are rare, and within those moments are when we become better versions of ourselves…

Bree, xo.




Saturday, December 8, 2012

The Night Before...

It's the night before my 12th Ironman, I'm in Australia, and I am happy.  All of these moments in this journey are so precious to me.  Everything it took to be here and just knowing this is a reality in my life has caused me to wear a smile all day.  The day began early as I like making the most of the day before.  A bike ride and a little swim.  Conditions were near perfect and just when I couldn't be anymore happy a star fish fell into view.  Diving for shells in a wetsuit was a bit more of a challenge than the usual bikini, but I managed...

I'll share my day in Australia...
 Egg, pumpkin, spinach sandwich for breakfast...
 Pack the bags.  This is always the fun part, it means the race is HERE.  It's also a little scary as forgetting something can make a big deal gone sour.  #32 is officially checked in..
 Bike checked!  The thing about the last race of the season sometimes means, "last race on that bike".  Not always but sometimes a season ends with one bike only to welcome a new bike.  This season will wrap up my beloved Swift Carbon and welcome the new 2013 Swift Carbon...
 Interview on the beach.  This race has had me see more interviews than any race ever.  It's pretty fun when you have a good crew.  The interview with Witsup.com girl was the best on Thursday and today with these guys was a near second.  Both had questions that you actually want to answer, they were funny people, and they made me feel so welcome in their country...
Spent a little time on the beach at the swim in and out.  For some reason transition areas, in and out areas, and finish lines go by so fast in a race.  Today I wanted to soak them up a little...
 Return to my absolute 2nd favorite eatery in all of Bussleton for more food :)
 Face Time Kainoa and Face Time Mike.  A girl has got to feel close even when she is far. Both calls failed in the afternoon so I try-try-try again!!  If I keep making better faces they might answer??!
 Make some plans.  If you are at all like me you get your post-Ironman planning in progress before the race even begins.  I like having something to look forward too, it helps with the post-race-blahs, it gives you a reason to push harder having something to look forward too, and its a nice distraction from nonstop triathlon thinking.  My 3 plans are:  Drive in movie theater, see the kangaroos, visit that surf spot near here so I can see men ride mountains of water...
That was pretty much the day.  I'm very excited.  Chalk is taking over the little town and this one was a favorite so far... a good reminder to take it a lap at a time and know with each passing lap you are a step closer to the goal....

Good night from Australia, Good luck to everyone racing tomorrow!  We got this :)
Bree

Friday, December 7, 2012



I like it here.  OZ is a very unique place on Earth, there is so much life.  It is a place full of “on the go”, “let’s see and do”, “never sleep”, and “what next”.  Maybe that’s why Aussies are so talented, they just keep going, sucking up each and every drop of the day, making you work to keep up.

Today was my “Aussie” day, it had me hopping all over like a kangaroo!  Meeting, press conference, media interview, race meeting, expo stuff to tackle, oh and a lot of talking, socializing is huge here.  If you can’t keep up in sport you might have even less of a chance keeping up in conversation.  As for parties, let’s just say I have heard a lot about how this after Ironman party is going to go down.  Right now it is the word on the street that it begins during the race!  It is only Friday yet I keep hearing Monday.  Monday was brought up in excess, a Monday dance party?  Who dance parties on Monday?  Aussies do and it looks like all of the Ironman will be too, as soon as we hit the start line…

At the moment there is very little kangaroo in me, think of me more as a very chilled out Hawaiian gecko.  I’m watching The Vow.  It is a known fact that prior to all races there are few things more exciting to me than laying around watching chick flicks.   I rarely have time to watch movies in my life, so this is thoroughly enjoyed. Alright, enough of that chatter, now one for the tri-peep followers who read this purely to follow the parts of my tri-life…




Interview 1, 2, and 3, all brought up the same question:  “Why Ironman Western Australia?”  Other than loving Australia and wanting to return, the answer is Kona.  As a professional triathlete you can’t race Kona unless you travel the world and collect points.  It’s really that simple.  There is much debate within the professionals.  Is chasing points selling yourself out to Ironman?  Are you losing your love of the sport?  Is it healthy?  Maybe for some.  Depending on who your sponsors are, being in Kona is also part of the job.  I lost and gained support on both ends, by being or not being in the World Champs.  At the end of the day, as a professional triathlete it sums up to this, I want to race in my back yard, again.  I’ve sat out twice now because I didn’t chase points.  I chose races that I respected, that I love, that made sense with my life as a mom, and races that gave me other opportunities. Truth is, the points won’t land in your lap, they won’t just happen if you have a couple good races, you have to go grab them.  And while you might not enjoy everything it entails to get them, you will get closer and closer to your goal.

With the loss of a few sponsors I’ve started teaching again when I can, as a matter of fact Friday before I flew out here I was in the class all day making money to see a dream through.  I want back in Kona.  I just don’t know how my life is going to work out, every time I imagine it up to be spectacular it belly flops then jumps up into something unexpected that turns out better after the storm ends.  If it was an ideal world I’d be a happily married woman, with a couple children, a husband to adore, and be looking at triathlon for many more years into the future because I had the support & endorsements to do that.  But you know, I landed a divorce and got pretty slow at triathlon for season or two trying to gather my life again.  Now I’m in a good and healthy spot where I am realizing dreams again, again, Kainoa is the bigger deal in them and so are all the people in my life.  That said, I just have to go grab this goal right now and then see where life takes me.  Sunday I will go enjoy the race as much, maybe even more than I always do, and while I’m at it I’ll collect some points to go with Kainoa’s medal.  Sunday is a 2,000 point race, a top 5 will get you between 1,200-2,000 (I only know this because we were talking about it in the pro meeting, turns out the pros that want in Kona do their Math).  That is a nice start to the season so I'll go grab me as many points as I can while pushing myself as strong as I can, and of course enjoying the opportunity as much as I can...



Thankfully, Mike is Japanese, (ignore me if you think I’m being judgmental), but he is really good at Math and number games (not just Sudoko), Ironman points too. He is going to help me map out 2013 in such a way that I can gather points, plan races when Kainoa is at his dad’s, make the most of travel, and hopefully land in Kona in October.  And of course, I’ll keep my side job of teaching to make ends meet. 

Alright The Vow is over.  I need to put on movie #2 now and stretch a little.  That flight Kona and drive from Perth is still lingering in my butt just a little.  2 more sleeps…

Bree