(no really, he did)
(I'm not planning to go slow, per se, but it's nice to know that Confucius thinks it's ok if I do)
Triathlon is Saturday. This is 95% of the gear I need for the race. Whoa.
Swim Bike Run, here I come!
Friday, May 29, 2009
Confucius Say...
It does not matter how slowly you go so long as you do not stop.
(no really, he did)
(I'm not planning to go slow, per se, but it's nice to know that Confucius thinks it's ok if I do)
Triathlon is Saturday. This is 95% of the gear I need for the race. Whoa.
Swim Bike Run, here I come!
(no really, he did)
(I'm not planning to go slow, per se, but it's nice to know that Confucius thinks it's ok if I do)
Triathlon is Saturday. This is 95% of the gear I need for the race. Whoa.
Swim Bike Run, here I come!
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Phở Sho
Yummmmmm.
Have you ever had Phở? It is a DELICIOUS Vietnamese soup. About 10 of us went out for some Phở tonight after swim practice - we kind of took over the little place with our chlorine-y aroma and bursts of laughter. I love this group.
In other news, I CAN SWIM. Holy crap. After more than three months of struggling to complete a measly 50 yards in the pool without feeling like I was going to die, I breezily strung together multiple sets of 200s tonight. I did 100s like they were going out of style. 50 yards? No problemo, señor. So what was it, you ask? What was holding me back all this time, making me feel like the worst swimmer in the history of ever? I was KICKING TOO DAMN HARD. That's it. CCCLLLLLLLLL.
I started to wonder at our last open water swim if that was the problem. My friend Marta mentioned that sometimes she actually forgets to kick. "Wha...?," I thought. "How can you forget to kick? You have to kick really hard to keep your back end up and reduce drag. ...don't you?" Turns out, NO YOU DON'T. Once you have your swimming form correct (as I have for months and months), your back end is already up. Light flutter kicking just gives you a little boost in forward propulsion. The main power is your arms (duh) and the rotation of your trunk. The minute I backed off on my kicking, voila! - I can swim.
I'm still ridiculously slow, but I could care less. I can move consistently through the water without feeling like I'm on the verge of aspirating large quantities of H2O. Finally.
Have you ever had Phở? It is a DELICIOUS Vietnamese soup. About 10 of us went out for some Phở tonight after swim practice - we kind of took over the little place with our chlorine-y aroma and bursts of laughter. I love this group.
In other news, I CAN SWIM. Holy crap. After more than three months of struggling to complete a measly 50 yards in the pool without feeling like I was going to die, I breezily strung together multiple sets of 200s tonight. I did 100s like they were going out of style. 50 yards? No problemo, señor. So what was it, you ask? What was holding me back all this time, making me feel like the worst swimmer in the history of ever? I was KICKING TOO DAMN HARD. That's it. CCCLLLLLLLLL.
I started to wonder at our last open water swim if that was the problem. My friend Marta mentioned that sometimes she actually forgets to kick. "Wha...?," I thought. "How can you forget to kick? You have to kick really hard to keep your back end up and reduce drag. ...don't you?" Turns out, NO YOU DON'T. Once you have your swimming form correct (as I have for months and months), your back end is already up. Light flutter kicking just gives you a little boost in forward propulsion. The main power is your arms (duh) and the rotation of your trunk. The minute I backed off on my kicking, voila! - I can swim.
I'm still ridiculously slow, but I could care less. I can move consistently through the water without feeling like I'm on the verge of aspirating large quantities of H2O. Finally.
Sunday, May 03, 2009
Wetsuit Up!
I heart the wetsuit - I do not heart skintight neoprene. o_O
We got our official Team in Training wetsuits this past week! We also got our Tri suits (you wear the Tri suit for the whole event and wear the wetsuit over the Tri suit for the swim), so we're all set for the big day. I can't believe it's only four weeks away...yikes!
Saturday was a ridiculous day of training. We had a 33-mile bike ride in the morning. The first half was fantastic, but we spent the second half battling a horrible headwind. UGH, it was awful. And we had to do a 2-mile transition run right after the ride. Needless to say, I was BEAT by the time I got home.
I read an entire book Saturday afternoon, which I haven't done in ages. Htd and I sat outside at Starbucks and enjoyed some iced chais and the beautiful weather.
THEN, Saturday night I ran the Night Run for the Arts - 5.1 miles through the darkened streets of Scottsdale. Everyone had glow necklaces and colored lights and things and the weather was perfect. So much fun!
So Saturday ended up being a 40-mile day. Oof. I was just a little sore this morning... nothing a little yard work can't cure. Blurg.
We got our official Team in Training wetsuits this past week! We also got our Tri suits (you wear the Tri suit for the whole event and wear the wetsuit over the Tri suit for the swim), so we're all set for the big day. I can't believe it's only four weeks away...yikes!
Saturday was a ridiculous day of training. We had a 33-mile bike ride in the morning. The first half was fantastic, but we spent the second half battling a horrible headwind. UGH, it was awful. And we had to do a 2-mile transition run right after the ride. Needless to say, I was BEAT by the time I got home.
I read an entire book Saturday afternoon, which I haven't done in ages. Htd and I sat outside at Starbucks and enjoyed some iced chais and the beautiful weather.
THEN, Saturday night I ran the Night Run for the Arts - 5.1 miles through the darkened streets of Scottsdale. Everyone had glow necklaces and colored lights and things and the weather was perfect. So much fun!
So Saturday ended up being a 40-mile day. Oof. I was just a little sore this morning... nothing a little yard work can't cure. Blurg.
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