It’s been a while since I last posted. To say it’s been busy around here is the understatement of the century. Deb and I spent the month of March on the road with a terrific group of folks from Ambit Energy, traveling around the country training their team. It was great fun and we met some amazing people, but WOW, was it exhausting! And the piles that we returned home to – OMG! I am happy to say that I have just about caught up with everything… Finally… Mostly…
So, when we last met, I had just returned from our awesome (but unseasonably chilly and rainy) trip to Key West. We had a really good time. And for the most part, I achieved my goal of not eating my way across the island. There was one slight mishap on the exercise front though. On the first day of our trip I woke up bright and early to head our for a 1 hour run. I had mapped out a beautiful route along the water before we left home and all was well until about 30 minutes in I found myself face down on the pavement out of nowhere. My first thought – as I was falling – was that I had tripped on something, but no, that wasn’t quite right because I was flying through the air… In actuality I had been plowed into from behind by a kid (maybe 12-13 years old) on a bike who was trying to avoid a puddle on the sidewalk on his way to school and he just didn’t see me. I came down hard on my left hand and knee (one would think after doing all those front falls in karate over the years, that would have been my default, but notsomuch 😦 ).
After making sure we were both okay, the boy and I parted ways and I did what any sane, normal person would do. I turned my bloody, sore self around and ran the other half of my workout back to our condo. My knee was fine – just a nasty scrape. My wrist was not so fine. Any lateral or backward bending hurt – a lot. We went to Walgreens and I bought a wrist support and then I texted my chiropractor friend, Malachi, and asked for his advice. He recommended a trip to urgent care for an x-ray. So, the next morning – on Deb’s birthday – we spent several hours at Advanced Urgent Care. The x-ray did not show a break and I got another super-cool wrist splint and was told not to use it for a week).
Anyhow, that was my excitement. To be honest, it’s just now (over 2 months later) that my wrist doesn’t hurt. I’m not so sure the x-rays weren’t wrong, but it’s all good now.
Pics from the trip (yep, mostly food…):
Did more treats slip in than I would have liked? Yes, of course (case in point, the frozen slice of key lime pie dipped in dark chocolate that I conveniently forgot to snap a picture of… 😉 If you haven’t tried this, you must – it was AH-MAZING!!!). But all in all, I was pretty pleased with the decisions I made.
Then we launched into March with travel to Stockton, CA; Chicago, IL; Houston, TX; and Erie, PA. Crazy busy, but so, so fun!
Fun and games came to a screeching halt on April 1st! I signed up for “Swim-Bike-Fuel” – a one month nutritional training program for triathletes presented by USAT Triathlon Coach, Meredith Atwood (aka SwimBikeMom) and Sports Nutritionist, Meredith Vieceli. We’re not even half way through the month and I have learned so much terrific information. Some of it is new. Most of it supports what I already knew, but had forgotten, or just wasn’t being consistent with. I need to be very intentional, not just with my training, but also with my fueling to get me to the finish line at Ironman Florida in 205 days (but who’s counting… 😮 ) and I will do whatever I have to do to show up as my very best self on race day.
On April 11th, my 30 week Ironman training program started and next Sunday (4/24) I have my first triathlon of the season at St. Anthony’s in St. Pete Beach, FL. It’s been a stout training week and I just finished a 9 mile run that my body just didn’t want to do. I told my friends that it was like a toddler in Target who didn’t get the toy they wanted – every part of me was bitching and whining and crying to stop, but I just kept moving forward… slowly, but forward nonetheless, and soon enough it was over. I kinda want to curl up into the fetal position when I think about having to do that run 2 more times after more than 100 miles on a bike and more than 2 miles of swimming. It seems impossible in the present moment, but every worthy goal always does until you grow into the person who achieves those goals. I have 205 days to grow baby, GROW!!