Embrace It.

I love funny...

2009-02-18T11:13:00.000-08:00

Funny, to me, is being shoved into awkward situations that (if you had the guts to speak up) you should be able to avoid.

Case in point: BMI testing at Oz.

For us ladies, I probably don't have to go into detail. But I will because my ranting will make me feel better.

First of all, all I wanted was a membership to Oz so I could partake in the awesome workouts with fellow TriFusionites and not be afraid that the roof will fall on my head or that one of only 5 treadmills will work or that maybe I'll catch some funky disease from the carpeted bathroom floors at Global. What I forget is that these Oz people are all about UPSELL, UPSELL, UPSELL!! So why not try upselling me on the idea of a personal trainer by "making" me have my BMI done? I mean, what could be more motivating?

So I am led back to this small cubicle of a room (which hides nothing, by the way) to discuss my goals and what-not. Then Mr. Sam pulls out this green pincher looking thing...what the hell?! He explains where he needs to pinch (pinch?!) and that's when I realized I wasn't going to like the outcome of this
visit.

First my tri's...then my back...and then the dreaded love handle and my favorite, the bellybutton portion of the tire I love to lug around...yes, I even asked if this part was necessary. Then my tree trunk of a thigh...the best part though, is when he said, "Ok, now I need your chest."

"Um, what?"

"I mean, your calf."

Whew. That was close.

So after the torture was done, he seemed a wee bit unconcerned about the numbers. This makes me question the accuracy of this pinch test. I know the BMI calculators online are sketchy but how accurate can this pinch thing be?

So I really don't know where I'm at on this BMI thing. According to Weight Watchers, I'm obese...teehehee...that's dumb. But according to Mr. Sam, I'm average...which I chuckle at as well. So I took both percentages and averaged them out...this seemed to be more accurate in my mind as I don't see myself as "average" or "obese" but right in the middle of the two.

I'm ok with this...for now.

But! I'm now a member of our so coveted Oz Fitness!

Sunday Runday

2009-01-26T10:36:00.000-08:00

I came up with this clever (or so I thought) name for my runs on Sundays...

SUNDAY RUNDAY.

Very original, I know.

I realized yesterday that sidewalks and shoulders are hard to come by these days. So I drove around for a bit looking for a new, clearer route to shuffle. Aubry L. Parkway from W. Rifle Club Rd to Bowl and Pitcher and back turned out to be the route, and what an awesome run! Sunny, gorgeous and little traffic...with other runners on the road to make it feel like I wasn't alone. Don't get me wrong though. I loved doing this one solo- sometimes you just gotta get out by yourself.

I decided also to try some tricks as suggested by Mike at the last Tri-Fusion meeting. The thoughts went like this:

Ok, shoulders relaxed, check

Where's my foot strike? I dunno, I can't tell. Feels like maybe a mid foot strike?...meh.

Arms at 90 degrees, check! Crap, now my shoulders are tense... ok relax shoulders

How's my torso rotation? Lets keep it to a minimum...oh wow! This makes my arms swing more! weird. Breathing is good!

Head up, slight lean forward...ok that feels silly...lets not do that right now. (it's about this time a car passes at such a slow pace that I begin to feel like a beast in a drive-thru zoo)

Look at my shadow for some sort of inaccurate form evaluation... ick. I look like a glorified speed walker...no wonder they tell you to keep your head up.

Now I know I'm heel striking. I must be getting tired. Arms still good, shoulders tense again (how does that happen?) Relax! Oh ROCK! (that was close)

Mike said something about ponytail bobbing...how the heck do you run without your ponytail bobbing?!! I'll just braid my hair.

Why do my pants always head south?!

stupid shoulders, knees and toes!

hinging a swips, soot triks, ponybobbers showhokddsts BLAH!

How about I just run?

I did.

And it was great.

Getting back into the swing of things...

2009-01-16T15:07:00.000-08:00

The combination of the weather, my leaky ceiling, the holidays, and a last minute move due to the leaky ceiling has kicked me off my "usual" routine. Thankfully, I have Tri-Fusionistas to offer scheduled workouts to get me back on track. Thanks, guys! You saved me from turning into the likes of Eeyore and kept me more like Tigger!

Now, if I could just find a pool that won't strip me of all my moolah.

Also, thanks to Steve and the folks with the Brooks ID program, I will be sportin' some awesome apparel. Gosh, this sport gets better and better each year!

This is how I "Embrace It".

2008-12-29T15:32:00.000-08:00

Holidays
+
Snow; beauty...yay!

Holidays
+
Snow which turns to ice and clogs the gutters of my apartment building and then starts melting and draining into my apartment instead; hell.

NOTE: These are not actual pictures of my place but they're pretty darn close!...and the smell...

Happy New Year! Ugh.

2009

2008-12-15T15:50:00.000-08:00

It’s the 15th of December and I thought now would be a good time to think (or start thinking) of new years’ resolutions. Last year I had taken a hiatus from resolving anything except to remember the idea that I could resolve to do anything any time of the year. This thinking probably stems from the fact that I procrastinated and I had no idea what I should resolve to do until after the year had already started. So maybe my first should be to not procrastinate?

Nah.

I’ll deal with that one later.

“Resolutions lack the required preparation: Resolutions are usually made while thinking about what you would like to change, but forgetting to think about how you are going to go about that change.
Making changes requires preparation, work, patience, stamina and discipline to succeed. If you don't conduct the initial research and preparations on how you are going to make the resolution succeed, there is a very good chance you'll never achieve it. Most New Year's resolutions are simply statements or wishes made without any planning.“

That said, lets plan!

I’ve stolen the below resolutions. I like them because they aren’t your typical “lose-weight-save-money-be-nicer-to-your-family” resolutions. And while I’m at it, why don’t I change the word “resolution” to “reminder”?

These are my New Years' Reminders:

1. To feel grateful for what I have, to appreciate my blessings, instead of punishing myself by focusing on lack (physically, mentally, spiritually or materialistically)

2. To feel grateful for my present challenges, which give me the opportunity to grow into my greater potential to handle them. (Which is another way of saying “Embrace It”!)

3. Eat well, exercise sufficiently, get enough rest because when I feel my best, I do my best, and that produces the best results. (Don’t give up what you want most, for what you want at the moment! I really like this quote apparently)

4. Maintain neat, clean orderly environments because a cluttered space generates frustration and opposition. (A cluttered desk equals a cluttered mind. -Albert Einstein)

5. Remain vigilant of how I THINK about my situation, based on my understanding that I bring about what I think about. (Positive thinking)

Extra credit: I will review these resolutions regularly, post them where I can see them, and remain committed to putting them into practice little-by-little, day by day.

It took a fair amount of restraint to keep from mocking the whole idea of resolutions. I believe in the betterment of our selves but I don't necessarily agree with jumping on the once-a-year bandwagon of setting oneself up for failure....

Gotta love Calvin.

FOR THE LOVE....

2008-12-11T10:58:00.000-08:00

OF RUNNING!

Roger needs to know he shouldn't videotape me running. I look like I'm on drugs.

Seriously. I never, ever, ever thought I'd ever say that I enjoyed running. I played volleyball and softball and was a cheerleader in high school all (in some part) because I hated running and those (aside from golf) were the best chances I had to avoid running and still be involved in something!

And how did this happen? Two women asked me if I'd like to try my first Triathlon 3 1/2 years ago.

Cheryl and Kathi...and my nearly 200 lb self with a white cap. If you didn't already know, I felt like a huge inflammed pimple...red with a whitehead. ick.

ValleyGirl 2005 was my first Tri ever. I had never done an open water swim, I had never ran 3+ consecutive miles (and I could only pull a 12 min. mile at best), and who the hell decides to ride their mountain bike 12+ miles when they've never gone more than 3? I thought I was fit "enough" to pull through it unscathed...ha...if I only knew then what I know now!

Now, I am surrounded by a great team that gives great opportunities for improvement and encourages me in every step of the way. I love it!

Turkey Trot 2008. I remember last year Steve gave me the compliment of keeping a good pace. Little did he know I was dying! This year? No near death experiences!

I think it's safe to say we're a really good-looking bunch!

A few of us with Kevin Longmeier in the middle. What a great day! Thanks, everyone!

Fall Fiasco 2008

2008-12-08T15:27:00.000-08:00

Fall Fiasco is just that...a weekend of craziness!

High schoolers + mud and wetness= amazing times!

November 7-9th I was able to hang out with a few girls and guys from Medical Lake Younglife as well as the surrounding areas for our fall camp at Riverview Bible Camp. First, I love this place! It's gorgeous! Second, I love the chance to get "away" and be crazy with some of the coolest kids from our club. So here are some pictures, mostly from the girls' freetime on Saturday.

Girl talk before club

My partner in crime, Krista

Jaydra, Cassie and I

Part of our photo shoot...I really don't know

Our classy gentlemen...I don't know who the 3 dudes on the right are though...?

They treated us well with the grub! Here we have spaghetti, meatballs, salad, garlic bread and yummy strawberry shortcake!

Krista and I taking a break from the photo shoot

I wish this was in color! So pretty! The leaves were so bright...what a great weekend!

nothing better

2008-12-08T12:52:00.000-08:00

There's nothing better than procrastination. Except when you're procrastinating getting the one thing done at work that isn't even work related. Then, you see, I'm here posting on my lovely blog about procrastinating about things not work related while at work. What an insane cycle.

Here' s what I'm dragging my feet on:

THE BIBLE.

About every 6 weeks or so I get the opportunity to speak in front of 40-50 too-cool-for-school teenagers at our weekly Younglife club held in Medical Lake. Seems easy enough....or not. High schoolers are scary! I've thought that for the entire 8 years I've been leading Younglife there! I cannot get over it! I'm supposed to somehow take a story of mine, turn it into something funny or at least halfway interesting, add a story about this awesome guy named Jesus and bring it all together to make a point. I'm supposed to put it into words that "they can understand" which usually means leaving the KJV Bible at home...who really understands a book full of "thous" and "shalts" and "wilsts" anyway? And then I'm supposed to pray and end the night without puking on my shoes.

I remember coming to Younglife when I was in high school and I can honestly say that I don't remember one single complete message given by any of my leaders (there was this one time when one of my teachers demonstrated milking a cow. I still have no idea what this had to do with Jesus though). This comforts me...in a way. If my topic of choice stinks, then they won't remember...but what about the Jesus part? It's been said "It's a sin to bore a child with the Gospel" so then what in the world am I thinking being okay with them forgetting what I have to say?

Now that I've convinced myself this thing needs my full attention, I should get to work. And then I should get to work-work...you know, what I'm actually in the office and getting paid for.

Don't get me wrong, they're not ALL scary!

The "EH" Team

2008-12-03T15:13:00.000-08:00

This is to Tiffany, Jessi, Steve and Tim...

Halloween

2008-12-03T15:06:00.000-08:00

Q: What does a pirate put up his (her) sleeve?

A: Her AAARRRRRRRRRRRM!

Some stuff....

2008-12-01T16:08:00.000-08:00

Where has the time gone?

I was informed by Jen that I needed to update my blog...and she's right, I do!

I've done a bunch of stuff since I last posted but I've misplaced my memory! OK not really but you have to understand that since I only update this at work I don't have the capability to give my full attention...so here's my best!

I conquered the Hiawatha Trail again this year. Only this time we waited until the very last weekend to do so.

We drove my friend's clunky old Dodge van (with no working heater) to the bottom of the trail. This turned out to be quite an adventure in itself since we had never driven this route before and it took waaaaaay longer to get there than it should have (in my mind). But the drive was gorgeous! Bright yellow and red trees nestled right in the pines lining small creeks and streams.

My company on this adventure consisted of an old friend, Chaser (Allison), who is currently the assistant EWU women's basketball coach which means EVERYTHING is met with excitment and encouragement (ie: this is AWESOME!!!) and Cheryl, my mentor and 60 something year old buddy who sometimes forgets she's 60 something (which is really AWESOME!!!).

Fun notes: *Cheryl fell within the first 10 feet. She wasn't quite familiar with how stirrups work.

*Cheryl also fell in one of the tunnels...apparently her equilibrium goes haywire in dark places. BUT IT WAS THE FUNNIEST THING I EVER HEARD! We couldn't see her but we sure heard her bite it!

*Cheryl decided halfway up that she was done with the incline and she'd take a nap where she was and we'd meet her on the way back.

*While in the mile-long tunnel, a storm decided to roll in. By the time we made it out the other end, it was a straight downpour!

*On the venture back down the trail (in the downpour) Chase and I shouted songs like "Livin' on a Prayer" and "You Can't Touch This"...the rain sucked but the humor of it all made us through.

*Cheryl did not wait for us where we left her (smart lady).

We got back to the van soaked and frozen, only to suffer a 2 hour journey back home soaked and frozen in the van with no heater. WE ARE FREAKIN' ROCK STARS!

So I'll be leaving the office in 20 minutes and I should probably work a few of those...so this is it until next time!

MS 150

2008-09-18T11:14:00.004-07:00

Two weekends ago, my co-workers and I took part in the MS 150 on the Trail of the CD'A's (75 miles each day). Since the STP, we decided it would be great to keep up with our riding and challenging ourselves with these longer rides while raising money for good causes. Two gals at our gym (Global) informed us of this ride and we decided to go for it. The problem though was that the $50 registration and a minimum of $250 donation was required to participate. We couldn't come up with the $300 each on our own, nor did we have much time to pick-pocket our buddies for donations. So we turned to our doctors at Oral Surgery Plus. They get to donate, put their names out there (tax-deductible) and we get to have our fun...and some pretty awesome jerseys supplied by the docs as well!

Cheryl, myself, Michelle and Diane.

"Proudly powered by Oral Surgery Plus"

Cheryl and Diane along the trail.

And again at a random bike shop along the way...

Dinner was provided by the CD'A Casino

The story behind this one: Negative Nancy showed up unexpectedly...so we saved her a seat at our table for dinner.

Konni and Jayme joined us for dinner and fun after day 1.

All done with breakfast (again, provided by the casino) and ready to hit the trail with Kelly Niles and Traci Fontaine.

It really was THAT much fun!

As a review, this was an amazing experience. It was very well supported with Wheelsport and Bicycle Butler there for repairs. Stops all along the way for fuel and rest. The organizers and volunteers were the friendliest I've encountered yet and the fun stuff we walked away with far outshined the STP. We were given nice jerseys and a participants medal, Saturday's lunch and dinner were taken care of for us as well as breakfast and lunch AND dinner on Sunday. The only frustration I had all weekend didn't have anything to do with the ride at all but with another 1st Annual ride that had been scheduled for the same weekend...Spokanes' Spokefest. While it is a great way to get folks out enjoying their bikes, I'd like to see the money...or something...go to a good cause instead of outshining one. Just a thought.

2008-09-18T11:14:00.003-07:00

Malibu 2008

Another fantastic week at camp!
It rained the entire week…ok, not the entire week. We had one day of sun. Well, sorta sun. But we were blessed with the company of some girls with great attitudes and they took advantage of every moment, stopping only with hopes of finding some dry clothes.

We are the Malibu Army. Yea, tough all-right! (dressed for a volleyball competition that is not about volleyball at all)

Kayloni, Mackenzie and I…showin’ off our biceps…

The aftermath of our obstacle course. The only time you’ll encounter high school girls excited about getting muddy and wet and stinky. I only wish I had a picture of all of them. Intense!

A few of us before the beloved zipline

The lady leaders enjoying respite from the rain before our fancy dinner.

Super sunshine…the day we left.
Toby, Kayloni, Mackenzie, Myself and Tyler (who is a lot taller than he appears here)

As always, it was a great week!

Summer Review

2008-09-18T11:14:00.001-07:00

The summer of 2008 was defined by two big events and many small but equally great ones wedged in-between.

I thought I’d revisit my post from July 3rd….
1. 204 miles. Period. …This is still the way that I feel about it. In fact, I didn’t get back on my bike for a good 2 ½ weeks. We’ve since reconciled our differences.

2. The “Blaze of Glory”…I still don’t know what the heck that was?

3. “The Hill” at mile 43. …mostly hype. It was no different than the hill we faced during the Lilac Century…in fact, it was shorter.

4. No stopping on the Lewis and Clark bridge…It looked and felt more like a herd of cattle. We were corralled on a side street until we were about a ¼ mile long modge-podge of cyclists. Once we were let loose, we inched (and I mean inched) our way up one side of the bridge; spaced out a little at the top and roared down the other side. This is where heeding the advice regarding the expansions should have come in handy…but I forgot it. I was a lucky one though and made it through just fine.

5. No new va-jay-jays. Dammit.

6. Optimism…I did greet the second day with the same optimism. Mostly because I knew we were half done and it was my understanding that the second day is easier…more on this thought later.

7. No rain. ‘nuf said.

8. expansion joints…see #4

9. Shy bladder…I am a freakin’ camel. Seriously.

10. “By this time tomorrow, I’ll be done”. Yes, this was expressed many, many times.

11. Great company, a great deal of giggles and MILES OF MEMORIES….I hit this one right on the nose. What a great group of gals to complete such a crazy goal with!

There were many great highlights. Kathy Best was my riding buddy both days. We laughed, I cried. She led many pace lines, I mustered up 1 ½. At times, we’d blow past groups of guys at a time and we didn’t mind a bit that it bothered them. There were a few times however, where I lost Kathi because she set her sites on showing up the fellas. “Oh hell, there she goes again…” But we made a few friends and encountered some weird people, too. I loved coming across those with radios strapped to their bikes, those with costumes, and of course the tandems were always a hoot. And about the idea that the 2nd day was easier? I call BS on that one. I told Kathi that if I saw another hill, I was going to plant myself right where I was and she'd have to come back for me with the van...we conqured about 6 more hills after that.

I won’t lie though. It did get frustrating at times when we encountered the rude and/or uneducated, both motorists and cyclists. I know 10,000 cyclists can be a teeny-weeny bit overwhelming but that doesn’t mean they can act like they didn’t see me.

Overall, the race was well supported, the food they offered for lunch was fantastic. We received a finishers patch that they placed on a rope so it could double as a medal? I think? And don’t forget the Tyvek STP jackets! Now, every time I pass a house with Tyvek on the side I proclaim, “I have a jacket made outta the same thing that house is wearing!” Nice.

If the STP is anything like childbirth, I’ll forget the pain and look forward to the next one. What a blast!

MALIBU

2008-07-25T15:42:00.000-07:00

My appologies to those (Matt) who are waiting to hear about this fantastic 204 mile bike trip 2 weekends ago. Well, You'll have to wait at least another week. I'm going to the most beautiful place! It's a place close to my heart and I get to hang out with hundreds of overly dramatic and crazy-fun high schoolers. I couldn't be luckier...and I sincerely mean that!

A glimpse from last year's trip....

Peace in the morning.

Ziplining with the mountains...

Our cabin of Medical Lake girls

I don't like to brag...but we leaders are pretty awesome!

Who can argue with 80's night?

LOVE THIS PLACE!

Softball

2008-07-03T16:39:00.000-07:00

PYTWLFS
(Means: Pretty Young Things Something Something Something...?)

A few weeks ago, I joined a women’s slow-pitch softball league through Spokane Parks and Rec, thanks to some friends from my high school softball team seeking me out. I hadn’t thrown a ball since my senior year and the adjustment from fast-pitch to slow-pitch was amusing.

As we approach league tournament starting Tuesday the 8th, I thought I’d post the fun things I’ve witnessed thus far!

1. Spokane P&R has no problem making your team drive to a random Middle school field just outside Stateline, ID.

2. The Turnbull Truckers really aren’t the bunch of scary butch-like women you might think they are…well not ALL of them, anyway.

3. Team Spitfire has a player named Bob…and she drives her Harley wanna-be to the field.

4. Striking out in slow-pitch is humiliating.

5. Women are catty and they’ll bark at you any chance they get.

6. If you play softball, don’t tell people you live in Browne’s Addition and drive a Subaru. Nothing good will come of it!

7. Don’t let anyone discover you “do” triathlons…they automatically think you’re fast.

8. Pre game and post game food must be greasy and carbonated.

9. Being in a 3-way tie for 3rd in a league of 7 teams is not something to brag about.

10. One word: MULLETS.

Seattle to Portland 2008

2008-07-03T15:35:00.000-07:00

11 Things on my mind about the 2008 STP

1. 204 miles. Period.

2. Something called the infamous “Blaze of Glory” within the first ‘few’ miles. What the crap does that mean?

3. Another thing lovingly called “THE HILL” at mile 43. They say it’s a rite of passage… I’m sure we’ll have a different name for it by the time we’re through.

4. “No voluntary stopping on the Lewis & Clark bridge permitted”. Um, voluntary stopping??

5. Predicting no new va-jay-jays are sold on the route.

6. Will I greet the 2nd day with the same optimism as the first? (Tiff, Trish and Jen, I’ll need you to ride on my shoulders for this one!)

7. I hope it doesn't rain!

8. “Go SLOW over the expansion joints”. “You may encounter crosswinds and heavy traffic”. (I thought this was family friendly? Sounds more like a bad carnival ride)

9. Shy bladder + porta potties = no fun for Sheena!

10. At the end of day one, I can officially say “By this time tomorrow, I’ll be done!” (Something I gratefully learned from Tiff)

11. I will have great company for this trip! There will be many stories, many giggles and MILES OF MEMORIES!!

Blue Lake, my first Olympic

2008-06-20T14:18:00.000-07:00

Like Tiffany, I have to keep with the tradition of long posts for this one…starting from the very beginning...

December 2007, I made my decision to participate at Blue Lake in response to Tiff’s seemingly eager post exclaiming that she was in and her goal was “Don’t die, just finish!” Sounded easy enough, right? Okay!

Skip to Friday, June 6th. A few of us are heading out to Medical Lake for an open water swim. I was more nervous about this swim than I was about Blue Lake in its entirety. Partly because it was long (“I know there’s an aerator out there, I just can’t see it!”), partly because it was cold, windy and sometimes rainy, and partly because it was my first swim in my first wetsuit and putting that bad boy on in public didn’t exactly sound like a great time.

I was the last one in the water (except for Jessie who was waiting for her friend to show) and the last one out. Because I was by myself, Matt Cusack stayed with me…that was until Tiff, Steve, Tim and friend rounded the aerator and headed back. I looked up and everyone (Matt included) was gone, the water was suddenly choppy and the aerator looked especially creepy. I thought, “Well, I’m this far so I might as well finish…ugh.” I rounded the aerator and looked for Ali, our kayaker. I felt a rush of panic as she had headed back with the others. I honestly got frustrated (enter: drama queen) and wondered why she would leave me, her friend, alone way the freak out by the creepy aerator?! It was all for the sake of some good swim photos. So I ducked my head and flailed back towards shore.

Within minutes, my left calf decided to twinge a bit. “What the heck?” is all I could think but I kept going. Soon, Ali came back for me. I told her my calf was acting funky and I didn’t know why. So I shrugged and started off again. A few strokes later, my calf made its point. It was DONE! It was the worst cramp I had ever experienced! I could not un-point my toes and I was disabled and panicking. I rolled onto my back and yelled something that resembled something like, “OWEE ALI ALI OWEE OWEE ALI!!” over and over until she was able to make it to me. I hung on to her canoe, fighting tears and laughing at my tears as usual while rubbing out the cramp (Ali’s suggestion). Once my toes began to relax, I took a deep breath and shoved off for the shore. I MADE IT!!! I could barely walk but I was done…and officially freaked out about Blue Lake…

On to the fun part!

Friday night was spent running last minute errands and organizing and re-organizing my gear and sanity.
Saturday, all prepped and ready to go, I drove to Tiffany’s to meet up with Trish, Jen and Eric for an amazing weekend. I called my mom in Iowa on the way to let her know what I was about to do. Her response is always funny. “So, are ya doin’ that runnin’ and bikin’ kind of stuff? Just don’t fall out of the boat.” I’m not sure she gets it.

I walked up to the house to find Tiff freaking out about her gel situation (you’ll find that story in her blog). I sat on the couch to relax as Trish and Jen followed suit while waiting for Eric to return from REI with the Trailblazer. (As I wrote the word “relax” it reminded me of how many times I was scorned throughout this trip for being “relaxed”. Never let your fellow triathletes know you are relaxed!! NEVER!)

We successfully loaded the rig in a fashion Roger told Tiff might not work. So we laughed about it and took pictures.

The ride there was relatively uneventful…aside from the occasional freak-outs by Tiffany which usually turned to comical conversations that then turned to conversations about teaching and grades…and since I’m not a teacher…well, you get the idea.

Days Inn Bob...

Bob and I were on a first name basis by the end of the day Saturday. You see, Bob assigned us room 424. Top floor, waaaaaaaay at the end of the hall. Upon entering, Jen, Trish and I were bombarded with the smell of old musty cigarette smoke. Peeved (and a bit coaxed by Jen and Trish) I called Bob. I explained to Bob that I specifically asked for a non-smoking room. Bob explained to me, while I was staring at a newly cleaned ashtray on the desk, that this room was in fact a non-smoking room. I explained that, basically, it stunk and there was an ashtray, and that tells me it’s a smoking room. Bob stated that he could not move us, there were no rooms left and the only option was to send some guy up to spray the room. I told him no thanks as Trish had brought her own (to my amusement). Two minutes later, some guy shows up with a can of room spray. He tells me that there is a new maid and she has yet to remember that this is a non-smoking room and that the ashtray was placed on accident. He then blasts the room with the most intolerable room spray known to man. So potent was this stuff that we had to open the window AND the door to air it out. Waiting in the hall was the only option for fear of poisoning.
As we were waiting, one of the maids pops around the corner with two ashtrays in her hand, asking if we would like extras. I said “no” then *ting!* a light went on. I asked her if our room was a smoking room and she replied, without hesitation that it was. So I gathered up my things as Tiffany and I were going to scope the course...but I was going to chat with Bob on my way out.
I met Tiffany in the lobby and motioned that I’d only be a second. I walked up to the counter where Bob was hanging out and explained what the maid had told me. After a bit of yes-it-is, no-it-isn’t hoopla, Bob begins to blame the poor maid’s lack of communication for our “problem”. I corrected him by explaining that the problem is not a supposed language barrier but that I felt like he was lying to me. (Little did I know at the time that the Wyborney’s room was the same way, AND both rooms’ doors were without the non-smoking signs all the other rooms had posted). Bob said all he could do was to give me a discount for my troubles. I’ll take what I can get with this one.

On to the course! We found it a bit disheveled and confusing yet reassuring at the same time. Reassuring because it gave us a sense of direction…sort of.

Back to the hotel to pick up Eric and the girls and head to much needed grub.

Head back to Tiff and Eric’s room to avoid the stench as long as possible. More comical relief from Tiffany and Trish and American Beauty to end the night.

Saturday morning, I found myself well rested and refreshed and received another bit of comical relief from Tiffany when she texted me about the absence of a sports bra. I replied “Lucky you”, meaning we had her covered…well, Jen had her covered (again).

It took me roughly 15 minutes to get my things and head to the car. This is where I met Tiffany and Eric in another state of panic because they could not find the car keys. Knowing that there was nothing I could do, I decided to try to keep on schedule with breakfast and parked my rear on the cement and started making my peanut butter, banana and honey sandwich. Once again, I was reminded by Tiffany how ridiculously relaxed I was.

They found the keys and we were off!

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Packets…check
Numbers…check
T-shirts…check
Bikes in working order…check.

Setting up transitions and socializing.

Getting the beloved tats.

The beginning of our "death march".

Suiting up…and I’m still not nervous.

Being shown the course. "We have to swim to WHERE?!!"

Time for more pics and Tiffany practicing for her close-up.

Here we go!!

The swim was relatively painless. I told myself in the beginning that my goals were simple: Keep a good, steady rhythm and don’t come in last in my wave! Halfway through, I was excited to see that I was passing the stragglers from the wave before me. Just as I got all cocky about it, I got pummeled by the wave behind me! Suddenly it was green/gold/purple EVERYWHERE! No worries. Just keep with the rhythm.

I was happy with my time of 32:40. (How could I not be? I didn’t have anything to compare it to!)

T1 went well for someone who can’t keep her balance. For the sake of my sanity, I wasn’t paying attention to my transition times. I just wanted to get in and out with no issues.

After about 2 miles on the bike, I was able to get my breathing back. I jockeyed back and forth with many along the way and kept a good pace. I felt strongest about the bike and was proud that my fueling went as planned…I could do without the sticky hands though. I was also proud that I stayed in aero the entire ride as I usually need to stretch and adjust my lower back due to tightness.

Time: 1:16:15 (makes me wonder what I could accomplish if my bike didn’t way a ton!)

T2 took longer than “normal” because I had decided to wait until the run to put my socks on. I guess I had convinced myself that my feet would feel like new with a fresh pair of socks. Little did I know, I wouldn’t be able to feel my feet anyway. I had bought some Easy Laces a few weeks ago and I’m so glad I did! I never have to bother with laces that are too tight or too loose and all I had to do was pop my shoes on and away I went!

I kept what I thought was a pretty even pace. My first mile was just under 10 minutes which I thought was awesome (considering…) but I knew after a swim and bike, I wouldn’t be able to keep it up. My goal for this leg was simply to run (shuffle) the entire way, no matter how long it took.

Time: 1:08:37. I’m happy about this because my average pace per mile was faster than my Bloomsday pace. A success in my book!

Total time: 3:03:44

Team AWESOME!

So basically, I’m pretty happy with this event. I felt good the entire time except for the cramping that would creep up, disappear then relocate during the run…nothing I couldn’t handle though. Deep down, I wish I could shuffle faster, but that will come in time.

P.S.
Most don’t know that I don’t have family that will come and support me at what I do (sadly, this goes for pretty much every aspect of my life) so when I rounded the corner to the finish line and spotted our awesome crew, I wanted to melt. To some, this is just another race. To me, it’s my first Olympic distance. Something I had been planning and training for, for months. The support during the race and, especially the congratulations hug from Natalie, is just one example of why I am so lucky to be a part of the Tri-Fusion Family!

You guys R.O.C.K.!!!

2008-06-12T12:50:00.000-07:00

Upon arriving home yesterday, I was greeted by three decidedly nice-looking guys working for Comcast. After brief hesitation, one asked if I lived in the apartment building. I thought for a moment before speaking because the sarcastic “common sense” in me wanted to shout, “Well, I used my key to get in the door and I’m checking my mail in the mail box…” but all I muttered was a quick, “yes” instead. He then asked if I owned a TV or had Comcast for service. Entertained because I knew my answer would rock this guys’ world, I explained that I did not own a TV. “You don’t?.....wh—why?” was his response. “I guess I’m just simple like that.” I said. Another piped in, “Well the surely you have a computer, then?” “No” (I’m giggling inside now) “You don’t?! Then I assume you don’t have a land-line phone either?” asked the third. “Nope, sorry!” (I giggled on the outside this time). By then, I was rounding the corner to head up to my apartment. I could hear them speaking in a baffled tone to each other before expressing frustrations with the inability to speak with anyone in the building that could benefit from them.

While I someday plan on joining the rest of creation in owning a TV and/or a computer, I smile now because I’m proud to say I have yet to be consumed by the hype. Having a computer at work makes it easy to think this way and it makes for some interesting conversations with folks that cannot fathom a world without TV/PC's.

GO OUTSIDE AND PLAY!

River Rukus 2008

2008-06-12T11:41:00.000-07:00

Cody, Nate, Johnny, Sam, Ty, AJ, Toby, Marissa, Beth, Gene, Carson, Vano, Sharifa, Megs, Steph, Ali, Jessica, Kels, Abby, Carl and me! (pretty sure it's Patrick playing in the background)

I was finally able to get my hands on a few pictures(thanks, Ali!) of our River Rukus 2008 weekend to share. So here’s the story…as brief as I can make it.

It rained Friday night while we were setting up camp and things looked bleak for our trip down the river the next day. Fortunately, we woke to beautiful sunshine. I took advantage of it and went for an early morning run before anyone else stirred. (niiiiice)

On the (very, very, very cold) river, we were briefed on what to do if we decided to take an involuntary dip at any time. I’ll admit, I was a little cocky as we had no problems last year. Rapid #1 was called Rock n’ Roll. According to our guide, Cody, it is ¼ mile long set of rapids. We hit the first set right on. The front of the raft shot straight up and the back three (Gene, Cody and myself) tumbled out the backside. Gene somehow ended up in front of the raft and Cody stayed close behind; both being pulled back in within seconds (from what I’m told). I decided to navigate the remainder of the rapids along with my paddle (good girl) a good 50 or so yards from the raft. My thoughts went from “oh sh*t when am I coming up for air” to “I’ll be ok, just stay calm, Pat (our kayaker) will come get me” to “WHERE THE HELL IS PAT!!?!” Eventually Pat arrived and pulled me and my paddle back to the raft. It wasn’t until I was yanked back in the boat that I realized, I’M FRIGGIN’ FREEZING!! I don’t think I was in the water longer than 2 minutes but it felt like an eternity!

This is me, before the plunge

The trio that swam...

Patrick, the savior!

We navigated the rest of the river with no problems and had a great time. The only injury I suffered was a dislocated big toenail…which I found out ductape works well for stopping the bleeding in a wet environment. I lost one of my Buffs and my “fast” sunglasses but gained a new respect for the river.

We ended the day playing volleyball in the park before heading to camp. Weather rolled in and the rain began just before dark. Again, we thought things looked bleak for the next day’s trip but were pleasantly surprised when the sun was out to greet us in the morning.

During this day’s trip (which I opted out due to too many people this go-around) there was a full boat that overturned on the same rapids as the day before. Funny thing is, if I had gone, I was told I most likely would have been on that boat. No-thank-you!

Like the night before, we ended the day with volleyball and a campfire…and a very tired bunch.

Before heading home, we squeezed in a hike up Icicle Creek and through a long, dark and damp tunnel. There was mold growing off of what looked like some creatures’ poo and I aided in scaring two friends when my headlamp spotted a white rat-looking creature scaling the walls. Good times…

Can't wait for next year!

Talk about the weather

2008-05-23T15:17:00.000-07:00

I'm leaving tonight for a much anticipated 1st Annual River Rukus weekend. It's a weekend of camping, river rafting/kayaking, hiking and making at least one trip to Leavenworth. Though the weather is not quite cooperating, I think it will be a great time for all. Looks like about 25 people will be having a blast and I'm committed to fitting at least two runs into the morning hours (everyone else will still be passed out...guaranteed).
Some pics from last year....

Matt said....

2008-05-23T14:47:00.000-07:00

Matt said I needed to keep updating my blog; that he wanted to know how my blisters were doing.

The Spring Thaw Duathlon last weekend was a great "fun run" for me. I gladly stepped in to do the running leg for Ali since she hurt her foot. So, Team DurBubbs struck again! (our first team event was last years' Post Falls Du in which we took 3rd in the team division) This was my first time running this year in "hot" weather and it SUCKED. And the blisters Matt has been so concerned about? Gone...and my pretty new BROOKS are now dirty.

BLOOMSDAY!

2008-05-05T16:07:00.000-07:00

Lets have a good time with the stats…

YEAR -------2008------------2006------------2004------------2001
Finish Time----1:17:02---------1:32:34---------2:03:24---------- 2:13:27
Overall Place---8.707 ----------13,131-----------16,663-----------21,951
Pace per mile--10:19 -----------12:24------------16:32------------17:53
Overall Age Gr.-257th----------- 315th-----------336th------------418th
Same last name--1st--------------1st--------------1st ---------------1st
Fem. Age Gr.--99th of 461----168th of 405----197th of 403----250th of 538

The numbers are quite comical! I’m #1 it at least one category and NOBODY can take that away!

Questionnaires

2008-04-30T13:24:00.000-07:00

Something obvious about you: I’m a girl…that better be obvious.
Where were you born? California! McClellan? AFB
How long does it take you to get ready? Am I running late?
How many siblings? 1 older sister
Favorite type of music? It’s easier to explain that I don’t like rap.
Snow or Beach? Oh, beach…but I’d really like to go dog sledding someday!

What was the worst thing that happened to you today? Woke up this morning and remembered that I pulled my quad really bad in yesterday’s softball game.

Book you're reading now? A collection by C.S. Lewis
Something about you that many don't know: My only emergency visit was for a splinter in my rear.
When was the last time you felt so good that nothing else mattered? On my way home from Malibu (Younglife Camp in Canada)
How many animals do you have? 1, my cat Misty
Do you know a lot about cars? I know that I can’t fix them, but I can change my oil!
Do you feel comfortable in public with no shirt on? Now that would be awkward.
If you could do something crazy right now, what would it be? Well it wouldn’t be running around without my shirt…I’d love to zip through the canopies in Mexico again.
Are you a morning person or night owl? I'm the annoying one at 7 am.
What is your favorite childhood board game? Candyland

Do you collect anything? Hooded sweatshirts (unintentional)
Do you sleep with a light on? Only when I forget to turn it off
What is your biggest fear(s)? Jumping from a completely stable structure, guns
Do you drive the speed limit? yes
What is your favorite lie to tell? That I drive the speed limit.
What's the last movie you've seen? An overly-dramatic Jennifer Lopez movie
What are your hobbies? Anything crafty, Younglife, Triathlon/cycling
Your fav restaurant? Just one? No- RAW, Luna’s, Twigs and The Elk.
Pick a job: Lawyer, Bartender, Sports Writer, Art teacher? Art teacher- I loved my art teachers
Name something embarassing you did while drunk: I wasn’t really drunk, I only had 2 beers, I was on crutches though so it’s the same difference….I ran into a huge metal light post that created a loud ‘’DONG’’(you probably had to be there)
What is your favorite thing to do when you're bored? Sleep or read.
You're with a group of people and a couple of them start laughing, what about? I probably ran into something.
One thing you want that you can't buy with money. Youth…because I’m having fun right now!
Who is your favorite stand-up comedian? Jeff Dunham, those puppets are freakin’ hilarious!

Have you ever been in trouble with the police, and why? Well, kinda. Just after I graduated a big group of us could have been slapped with fines such as MIP’s, fishing w/o license, camping on beach, fire on beach, driving vehicle on beach….there were others but I can’t remember.
What movie genre would you choose? Comedy or Romantic Comedy
If you could be anywhere right now where would it be? Outside…anywhere
Can you cook harder things then spaghetti, pancakes, and macaroni and cheese? Thankfully, yes.
What is the one thing you hate most about yourself that you do often? Sarcasm…it’s a catastrophic success.

A weekend of 50's

2008-04-28T14:53:00.000-07:00

This weekend was the first of many back-to-back 50+ mile training rides. Today is Monday and if you were to ask me now, I’d say you couldn’t pay me enough to get on my bike. I’m hoping my views change by this weekend when we have to put in 60 miles both days. Here’s what I’m predicting afterwards though…

LILAC (HALF) CENTURY

I enjoyed the course for the most part and thought it was a beautiful route. Curious cows, a llama that closely resembled a panda bear and a few bored teenagers who found mocking us riders entertaining, kept my mind occupied. My friend Michelle caught up to me at mile 15. I’m ok with this because she’s a freakin’ animal. About ½ mile later, my IPOD died. Sweet. 2 miles later, my friend Scott caught up to me. This I was NOT ok since the guy hasn’t been on his bike in oh, 2 years? No worries. At least I had someone to greet me when I finished. But where was Mr. Michael #690 who owed me a hill? What a nice guy he was!

It was awesome to see everyone’s happy faces at the end. Tia, Vicki, Martin, Kirk, Tim, Stan, Ali, Kathi, Tasha, Dave, Matt, Kevin, Matt C., Jessi, Daryce, Michael and soon-to-be member, Megan. (hope I didn't forget anyone!)
TRI-FUSION ROCKS!!!

Wintery weekend

2008-04-21T13:38:00.000-07:00

SATURDAY ~

It didn’t take much coaxing to get Jessi and Matt out of bed and on the roads by 9:30 Saturday morning. It was partly sunny, about 36ish degrees and a bit of wind out of the southwest. And I couldn’t have had better company out there.
We started out at Starbucks at Wandermere, cut across to Hwy 2 via Hastings and north to Riverside we rode! It was approximately 35 miles according to Jessi’s computer.
It is my opinion that the ride there was relatively uneventful. Though, I was a bit self-conscious about my outfit. Jessi was kind enough to let me borrow a pair of her purple leggings. Purple isn’t terrible…unless it’s paired with a bright red windbreaker. I told Jessi I’d ride on the outside since I’d be easier to spot… “If they hit me, they’d be dumb.” I said.

The Red Hat ladies would have been proud!

The best part about a satisfying ride, I think, is the after-workout cup of coffee and chit-chat. We were even able to catch Emma Thompson’s soccer game!

A FIRST: Experiencing rumble strips...I thought my bike was going to fall to pieces.

SUNDAY~

It started pleasantly with the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. I won’t lie though. It was cold.
I was excited to find that one of the speakers, and the one in charge of officially starting the race, was my old supervisor Diane Martin. Diane is a three-time breast cancer survivor. 'For I know the plans I have for you,' says the LORD. They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.'" (Jeremiah 29:11) This verse was one that she quoted many times while she was facing hard times. And it was a quote she often used to comfort me when I needed it. So when she included it in her speech, I just about bawled! She somehow found me in the sea of pink and my cup overflowed when her eyes became wide with surprise and a smile to match! Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to find her after the race but I hope to someday let her know that I run for her.

After the race, I was able to relax at home before our scheduled 50 mile ride to Newport and back. We (the STP clan plus Kevin Best), met at 2pm during a pleasantly partly sunny afternoon. I remember Kathi saying “We deserve this weather!” and at another point she stated, “This is a treat for me!” Little did we know that by 4:30ish, the weather would take a turn for the worse! On the way back from Newport (ok, I won’t lie, we didn’t make it all the way to Newport!) it started to snow. I’m not talking about the hit-and-miss flurries we’ve been having. It SNOWED! It was building up on my arms and feet and I just felt like cussing. Lucky for us, Ali came to our rescue. Due to a cramp in her calf, she had to turn back early. Once the weather turned, she came looking for us. At first we signaled that we were o.k. and we were going to tough it out but the second time she came around there was no hesitation WE WERE GETTING IN!

Frozen solid, we made a beeline for Applebee’s for some warmth, food and good chats.

A FIRST: Being so tired I could not sleep.

Steve said...

2008-04-17T16:23:00.000-07:00

Steve said I needed a Blog Spot...and because I'm a lemming, I now have one.