I'm moving...granted I still don't have a cool header...but I am taking this blog elsewhere.
See you on the other side bitches.
http://tetaequalsbooby.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Wedding/School/Not Training
I'm a bad blogger. Eh, whatever.
Wedding Friday-Sunday: After driving 6 hours last weekend, we pulled into our hotel in Geneva, NY at 1:30am. I had all intentions of going for a ride and enjoying this "Finger Lake" (sounds dirty) region, but it never happened. Instead Ed gave me a tour of his ole stomping grounds at Hobart College, pointing out the dorms, and his pride and joy - the football stadium. He may be shorter than his football pals in the below pictures, but don't let his size fool you...he was the starting center for Hobart's football team (and in my eyes, the best looking player).
Monday: Global Branding and Communications paper due. It was a Harvard Business Case about Samsung electronics, and the entire thing sucked. We also learned in our Information Technology class that we would receive our take-home midterm on Thursday October 16th, the same day I leave for VA. Damn it. The relaxing weekend I was hoping to have down there will now be filled with schoolwork.
Training: What is that?
Good luck coaches Tim Snow, Cait Snow (Shea-Kenney) and Jesse Kropelnicki at Kona! I'll be watching (and eating really fattening foods while you race your scrawny asses off!)
Wedding Friday-Sunday: After driving 6 hours last weekend, we pulled into our hotel in Geneva, NY at 1:30am. I had all intentions of going for a ride and enjoying this "Finger Lake" (sounds dirty) region, but it never happened. Instead Ed gave me a tour of his ole stomping grounds at Hobart College, pointing out the dorms, and his pride and joy - the football stadium. He may be shorter than his football pals in the below pictures, but don't let his size fool you...he was the starting center for Hobart's football team (and in my eyes, the best looking player).
Monday: Global Branding and Communications paper due. It was a Harvard Business Case about Samsung electronics, and the entire thing sucked. We also learned in our Information Technology class that we would receive our take-home midterm on Thursday October 16th, the same day I leave for VA. Damn it. The relaxing weekend I was hoping to have down there will now be filled with schoolwork.
Training: What is that?
Good luck coaches Tim Snow, Cait Snow (Shea-Kenney) and Jesse Kropelnicki at Kona! I'll be watching (and eating really fattening foods while you race your scrawny asses off!)
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Was Gonna Go Back Public...
but decided last minute not to...the new blog (once school calms down and I have the time) will be public, so keep an eye out.
HOWEVER, I am now a contributor on the 2009 IM Cozumel blog!
http://ironmancoz2009.blogspot.com/
Now if I can only get back into training...
HOWEVER, I am now a contributor on the 2009 IM Cozumel blog!
http://ironmancoz2009.blogspot.com/
Now if I can only get back into training...
Thursday, September 18, 2008
I Wish I Was The Dog Whisperer
Ever watch that show? I friggin LOVE it. Well, I only love the episodes with the cute and not scary pooches. Show me an episode with a chihuahua who bites people, and I'll show you the exit sign. I'll get more into this later.
Last weekend started off to a slow and irritating start with cancelled and delayed flights down to Charlottesville. Sushi and wine that evening lifted my spirits, and we woke up Saturday morning excited for our much anticipated ride. While we ate breakfast, we watched the Dog Whisperer. One adorable Golden Retriever was afraid to walk on shiny floors. Then, the next show was about a German Sheppard who chased everything on wheels (bikes, rollerblades, skateboards). It was going to take a lot of hard work and practice for the pooch to overcome his aggression, but after only a few days with the Dog Whisperer, the pup was well on its way to being tamed. After the show, we headed out for our ride. Because I have not yet shipped my Trek road bike down there, I was able to borrow one of Ed's classmates bike. This wasn't an ordinary road bike, it belonged to a professional cyclist and boy was that Specialized fancy. But I was nervous about riding it; the gears were obviously much different than what I was used to on my tribike. After much frustration, I finally figured them out, and we swapped out the pedals to my Looks and lowered the seat, and we were off.
I will not go into details, but the temperatures were in the high-90s, without a cloud in the sky, which made for a really really difficult ride. Because I am just getting back into training, obviously I am a bit out of shape, and therefore, my heart rate was already soaring into the 170s, despite pedaling merely 15mph. So I mentioned the heat, but did I mention there was no shade? And that Charlottesville is practically a mountainous region? And that the fancy bike with the fancy fancy fancy seat hurt my wooha so bad I just about cried? Did I mention that I had to stop because of heat exhaustion? And that the Gatorades on the bike were warm only 15 minutes into the ride?
Right.
So it was probably the worst ride in the history of worst rides.
But there was more.
So I complained. A lot. To the point where I knew I was being completely ridiculous and terribly bratty and bitchy. But I didn't care. I was thirsty and hungry and miserable and I wanted to go hide in a corner and lick my wounds (I was sweating quite a bit, so the salt probably would have tasted delish).
We finally made it to the farm stand, and I was having stomach cramps. I ate some delicious homemade strawberry frozen yogurt and laid on a bench for about 45 minutes, dreading the ride back.
Yup, the ride back sucked. At least there was a little shade this time, but the hills and my heart rate were continuing to climb.
With about a mile left to go, we were making our way down a VERY sketchy road with abandoned houses and cars, and Ed was about 200 yards in front of me. He approaches a bridge, and three dogs come sprinting out of nowhere, and start chasing him. I freak out. I jump off my bike, lean it against a mailbox pole, and as the dogs catch sight of me and start creeping up my way, I run into a yard, and look for somewhere to hide. But there was no where to go. I stood on this person's "yard" (overgrown weeds and a deconstructed Chevy) and cried, with sweat dripping from the creases in my elbows and my knees. I didn't want to get back on my bike and attempt to fend off 3 crazy dogs, either hurting myself or the bike. After 10 minutes, I see my knight in shining spandex approaching. Seeing how upset and scared I was, he helped me get back on my bike, and assured me I would be okay. The bridge was ahead of us, and out of the corner of my eye, I see one dog spot us from down the street, and he rocketed towards us, barking like a crazed rabid animal. He was snarling and as he came THISCLOSE to my back wheel, I screamed "BIKE BABY BIKE!!" to Ed, and we pedaled furiously over the bridge, and turned onto another street. A car had pulled up behind us, and the dog was forced to move. But as I turned around, I saw him standing back in the middle of the street...giving me the evil, "I want to kill you" look.
Fucking scary.
To add more annoyance and aggravation to the weekend, while we were out to dinner, I developed terrible pains in my mid-section, more towards the left hand side. I couldn't eat, I couldn't drink, I couldn't breathe. I doubled over in pain, and needed to leave the restaurant. This is the 3rd time I can remember feeling this pain, and it worries me. So I'm heading to the doctor tomorrow in hopes of a prognosis and treatment.
All in all, if Ed didn't give me the ole heave ho last weekend, then I think he's stuck with me for quite some time (sorry buddy). He is flying into Boston tonight, and because he did it to me in August, I am making him meeting about 20 of my friends after work tomorrow for happy hour! Throw him to the dogs (I mean my friends), and see how he fares! Saturday we are going to give a bike ride another whirl, although I am beginning to think that we should never ride together, and we have dinner reservations at a restaurant I have been dying to go to Sibling Rivalry (the concept is two brothers are given one ingredient and they have to whip up different meals...think IronChef Brothers!).
In other news, I ran 6.5 miles the other night; the most I have run consecutively since June. The leg still hurts, but hopefully with repeated A.R.T. treatments, I will be running pain free soon enough.
I think that's it.
You stay classy Planet Earth.
Last weekend started off to a slow and irritating start with cancelled and delayed flights down to Charlottesville. Sushi and wine that evening lifted my spirits, and we woke up Saturday morning excited for our much anticipated ride. While we ate breakfast, we watched the Dog Whisperer. One adorable Golden Retriever was afraid to walk on shiny floors. Then, the next show was about a German Sheppard who chased everything on wheels (bikes, rollerblades, skateboards). It was going to take a lot of hard work and practice for the pooch to overcome his aggression, but after only a few days with the Dog Whisperer, the pup was well on its way to being tamed. After the show, we headed out for our ride. Because I have not yet shipped my Trek road bike down there, I was able to borrow one of Ed's classmates bike. This wasn't an ordinary road bike, it belonged to a professional cyclist and boy was that Specialized fancy. But I was nervous about riding it; the gears were obviously much different than what I was used to on my tribike. After much frustration, I finally figured them out, and we swapped out the pedals to my Looks and lowered the seat, and we were off.
I will not go into details, but the temperatures were in the high-90s, without a cloud in the sky, which made for a really really difficult ride. Because I am just getting back into training, obviously I am a bit out of shape, and therefore, my heart rate was already soaring into the 170s, despite pedaling merely 15mph. So I mentioned the heat, but did I mention there was no shade? And that Charlottesville is practically a mountainous region? And that the fancy bike with the fancy fancy fancy seat hurt my wooha so bad I just about cried? Did I mention that I had to stop because of heat exhaustion? And that the Gatorades on the bike were warm only 15 minutes into the ride?
Right.
So it was probably the worst ride in the history of worst rides.
But there was more.
So I complained. A lot. To the point where I knew I was being completely ridiculous and terribly bratty and bitchy. But I didn't care. I was thirsty and hungry and miserable and I wanted to go hide in a corner and lick my wounds (I was sweating quite a bit, so the salt probably would have tasted delish).
We finally made it to the farm stand, and I was having stomach cramps. I ate some delicious homemade strawberry frozen yogurt and laid on a bench for about 45 minutes, dreading the ride back.
Yup, the ride back sucked. At least there was a little shade this time, but the hills and my heart rate were continuing to climb.
With about a mile left to go, we were making our way down a VERY sketchy road with abandoned houses and cars, and Ed was about 200 yards in front of me. He approaches a bridge, and three dogs come sprinting out of nowhere, and start chasing him. I freak out. I jump off my bike, lean it against a mailbox pole, and as the dogs catch sight of me and start creeping up my way, I run into a yard, and look for somewhere to hide. But there was no where to go. I stood on this person's "yard" (overgrown weeds and a deconstructed Chevy) and cried, with sweat dripping from the creases in my elbows and my knees. I didn't want to get back on my bike and attempt to fend off 3 crazy dogs, either hurting myself or the bike. After 10 minutes, I see my knight in shining spandex approaching. Seeing how upset and scared I was, he helped me get back on my bike, and assured me I would be okay. The bridge was ahead of us, and out of the corner of my eye, I see one dog spot us from down the street, and he rocketed towards us, barking like a crazed rabid animal. He was snarling and as he came THISCLOSE to my back wheel, I screamed "BIKE BABY BIKE!!" to Ed, and we pedaled furiously over the bridge, and turned onto another street. A car had pulled up behind us, and the dog was forced to move. But as I turned around, I saw him standing back in the middle of the street...giving me the evil, "I want to kill you" look.
Fucking scary.
To add more annoyance and aggravation to the weekend, while we were out to dinner, I developed terrible pains in my mid-section, more towards the left hand side. I couldn't eat, I couldn't drink, I couldn't breathe. I doubled over in pain, and needed to leave the restaurant. This is the 3rd time I can remember feeling this pain, and it worries me. So I'm heading to the doctor tomorrow in hopes of a prognosis and treatment.
All in all, if Ed didn't give me the ole heave ho last weekend, then I think he's stuck with me for quite some time (sorry buddy). He is flying into Boston tonight, and because he did it to me in August, I am making him meeting about 20 of my friends after work tomorrow for happy hour! Throw him to the dogs (I mean my friends), and see how he fares! Saturday we are going to give a bike ride another whirl, although I am beginning to think that we should never ride together, and we have dinner reservations at a restaurant I have been dying to go to Sibling Rivalry (the concept is two brothers are given one ingredient and they have to whip up different meals...think IronChef Brothers!).
In other news, I ran 6.5 miles the other night; the most I have run consecutively since June. The leg still hurts, but hopefully with repeated A.R.T. treatments, I will be running pain free soon enough.
I think that's it.
You stay classy Planet Earth.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Irritation
I went running for pretty much the first time since IMLP. I met my gal Anna and headed out for a 32 minute run. 2 minutes into the run, I felt the familiar twinge.
You.
Have.
Got.
To.
Be.
Kidding.
Me.
Fucking A.
The pain in my leg is back. I ran a VERYYYY slow 3 miles (then again we ran up hills and stairs) and the pain was irritating.
I made an appointment for next Monday with my orthopedic surgeon. After 1.5 months of rest, this injury should have healed. And it's not. And I'm pissed.
Anna and I headed over to the Y for some swimming, and boy am I out of swimming shape. I was sucking some serious wind. I know it will come back, it's just irritating to not be in the shape I was once in.
On another note, after a recent blog comment from our "stalker", the boyfriend has come to a conclusion about who is behind this harassment neither one of us is surprised. The girl is a certifiable nutbag...she plagiarized a an essay by a published author, an Ironman race report from another blogger, and for the last couple of months has managed to set up fake email accounts, sending lewd and inappropriate blog comments and emails while attempting to pin it all on someone else. Maybe even some of you read her private blog. It's very sad that this girl has focused all her time and energy on harassing us. I mean, we aren't that big of deals. Okay, maybe we are, but whatever. Time to move on crazy lady!
I'm in the midst of creating a new blog header, and I will most likely switch this blog's address, but of course will keep you all informed. It's time to start Locked and Loaded Numero Dos :)
You.
Have.
Got.
To.
Be.
Kidding.
Me.
Fucking A.
The pain in my leg is back. I ran a VERYYYY slow 3 miles (then again we ran up hills and stairs) and the pain was irritating.
I made an appointment for next Monday with my orthopedic surgeon. After 1.5 months of rest, this injury should have healed. And it's not. And I'm pissed.
Anna and I headed over to the Y for some swimming, and boy am I out of swimming shape. I was sucking some serious wind. I know it will come back, it's just irritating to not be in the shape I was once in.
On another note, after a recent blog comment from our "stalker", the boyfriend has come to a conclusion about who is behind this harassment neither one of us is surprised. The girl is a certifiable nutbag...she plagiarized a an essay by a published author, an Ironman race report from another blogger, and for the last couple of months has managed to set up fake email accounts, sending lewd and inappropriate blog comments and emails while attempting to pin it all on someone else. Maybe even some of you read her private blog. It's very sad that this girl has focused all her time and energy on harassing us. I mean, we aren't that big of deals. Okay, maybe we are, but whatever. Time to move on crazy lady!
I'm in the midst of creating a new blog header, and I will most likely switch this blog's address, but of course will keep you all informed. It's time to start Locked and Loaded Numero Dos :)
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
WTF is Wrong with Me?
It's been well over a month since I have done any type of athletic activity, and I thought by the time training started again, I would be itching for a workout. But I haven't. And I'm not excited about it. And the thought of putting on the Speedo again makes me want to vomit. And seeing this month's training block of 30 minute runs makes me laugh and cry at the same time. 30 minute training runs. Wow. Considering I haven't truly ran since June, I guess I have to start somewhere. But I don't want to.
Seriously folks, WTF is wrong with me. I have my A race of IM Cozumel for next year. Coach Tim wants me to race in New Orleans 70.3 as my spring B+ race. I mean...I have races I need to prepare for, but I just am not feeling it.
Last night I experienced a bout of food poisoning. A turkey sandwich from dinner, and then a dessert of Melatonin to help me get to sleep (I have taken it a bajillion times before) resulted in a 1:30am wake up call to extremely painful stomach cramps. I somehow hobbled to the bathroom where I went in and out of dizzy consciousness; putting my head in between my legs, and hoping for the pain to subside. I didn't know where I would start spewing from. After 30 minutes of extreme sweating following by clammy chills, 5 pounds lighter, I dragged myself back into bed and called the boyfriend, afraid that if I fainted and hit my head, no one would find me. Thankfully I fell back asleep and made it work this morning.
The boyfriend. Ah the boyfriend. The one who secret squirreled with one of my bestests Michelle about plans to come to Boston to surprise me later this month and to ask her opinion about which necklace he should buy me. The one who made the most incredibly delicious dinner composed of all my favorite ingredients...oysters, tomatoes, asparagus, sweet potatoes, seared Ahi tuna, roasted red peppers...and chocolate souffle. Our long weekend in VA was more than I could have asked for and leaving was definitely sucky.
Alas, I have training and getting back into racing shape to concentrate on. MBA classes start back up on Monday, and I have been taking on more responsibilities at work. All the after-work free time has ended.
Normal life, as I have known it for the past year, has begun. And while I'm far from excited right now...one day, hopefully soon, the fire will start burning in my belly.
Seriously folks, WTF is wrong with me. I have my A race of IM Cozumel for next year. Coach Tim wants me to race in New Orleans 70.3 as my spring B+ race. I mean...I have races I need to prepare for, but I just am not feeling it.
Last night I experienced a bout of food poisoning. A turkey sandwich from dinner, and then a dessert of Melatonin to help me get to sleep (I have taken it a bajillion times before) resulted in a 1:30am wake up call to extremely painful stomach cramps. I somehow hobbled to the bathroom where I went in and out of dizzy consciousness; putting my head in between my legs, and hoping for the pain to subside. I didn't know where I would start spewing from. After 30 minutes of extreme sweating following by clammy chills, 5 pounds lighter, I dragged myself back into bed and called the boyfriend, afraid that if I fainted and hit my head, no one would find me. Thankfully I fell back asleep and made it work this morning.
The boyfriend. Ah the boyfriend. The one who secret squirreled with one of my bestests Michelle about plans to come to Boston to surprise me later this month and to ask her opinion about which necklace he should buy me. The one who made the most incredibly delicious dinner composed of all my favorite ingredients...oysters, tomatoes, asparagus, sweet potatoes, seared Ahi tuna, roasted red peppers...and chocolate souffle. Our long weekend in VA was more than I could have asked for and leaving was definitely sucky.
Alas, I have training and getting back into racing shape to concentrate on. MBA classes start back up on Monday, and I have been taking on more responsibilities at work. All the after-work free time has ended.
Normal life, as I have known it for the past year, has begun. And while I'm far from excited right now...one day, hopefully soon, the fire will start burning in my belly.
