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April 2010


Runner With my second marathon approaching, my thoughts have been on those 26.2 miles. Will I have it in me to do it a second time? Will I have it in me to finish in under 3:50? Can I push during the last bit to finish strong and perhaps achieve the desired goal of 3:45? Thus the quote of today.

The marathon’s about being in contention over the last 10K. That’s when it’s about what you have in your core. You have run all the strength, all the superficial fitness out of yourself, and it really comes down to what’s left inside you. To be able to draw deep and pull something out of yourself is one of the most tremendous things about the marathon – Rob de Castella

It is so true! I remember my first marathon, the first 20 miles were quite easy, it was at the last six that I really had to push myself. I had to put my heart into it and fight for it. My mantra kept me going "I am living my dream".


I won! An Entry to Highland Ranch Tri


I am the luckiest person! I just won an entry into one of the Highland Ranch Triathlon Series!!! Thank you so much Sonja and Now, I have to decide, do I want to do a Sprint or an Oly? Decisions, decisions?Oh yeah, and I also get to travel!  Colorado here we come :)

I just want to say a huge thank you to Sonja for not only giving me an entry into this great triathlon but also for the inspiration she gives me each day I read her blog. She just finished running 100 miles here in Moab (all in under 22hrs!). Yes, she put a thought in my head that now I can't get out...maybe, perhaps, one day, its possible....

20 miler under the belt...3 weeks left til M-day!

My last 20 miler was surely an adventure. I can really say that I am now a runner. I think the title truly needs to be earned and I believe I have now earned it for sure. I have ran in the snow. I have ran when it is hailing buckets. I have ran when the wind is just crazy as ever that I think that I might as well be tied to a tree since I wasn't moving anywhere. I have ran in the middle of the Utah summers at midday to the point where I thought I was hallucinating. Then this last Friday, I ran in the rain, not a short run, nor did I start running when it was nice and sunny and then it started raining, nope, I got out of my house knowing full well that I was in for a soaking! I ran knowing that probably by mile 10 my clothes would be completely soaked and my toes would be prune-like by mile 5, but I knew that I had to run, I knew that the calendar called for 20 and if you don't give 20 now and go through the pain, the day of the marathon would surely see you pay for not running those 20. Training is hard but I love the process, it truly sets your mind for the worst that may happen during race day. Now, if it happens to rain the day of the race, I know that I have it in me to run it because I have gone through it during my training.


How does running 20 miles feel like? Let me tell first when you step through your front door, you feel like you have reached the promised land. You run to the sink and get a full glass of water and chug it down without having to worry about the slush effect in your belly. Then after chugging the water, you reach to the pantry and get the protein bottle which for some reason seems super huge in your tiny shaking hands, you pour some milk in a glass and try to stir in some of the protein. You chug that down and then plop yourself down on the floor trying to stretch the legs. As you bend down, you feel your legs heavy as lead. You stretch one leg to the front in a runners lunge and feel the twinge in the inner thigh...owie. Switch legs and then more owie. As you go through the entire set of stretches for a good 10 minutes, pulling your legs one way and then another in an effort to minimize the pain that would surely come if you don't stretch. Then the worst part is yet to come, the cryotherapy! Oh how I hate thee and love thee at the same time.

You fill the tub up halfway with cold water and then you add ice, then you proceed to gently put one toe at a time inside the tub. As one foot is completely immersed under the ice water, you think to yourself, is this really worth it and then you convince yourself that it is and then you put your other foot in. The foot is not so bad so you try to throw some water on your legs trying to cool them off little by little so the shock is not so bad. Ten minutes later and you have finally gotten enough courage to immerse both legs. As you sit there in the cold ice bath, you start thinking of the 20 long miles you have just ran. You think of the pain that hit your right ITBand at mile 15, of the stupid rock that got into your shoe at mile 8 and that you finally took it out at mile 16 because what at first felt like a grain of sand at mile 16 felt more like mount Olympus, and then you think of the fact that you pushed your body through 20 long miles and that it kept up. 20 long miles in just 3 hours. 20 miles closer to that 26.2 miles and it is all worth it.I love running! I have a passion for it beyond words. I love seeing what my body can do, the power that my mind has over it. 

Good running to you all this week!

Picture: Found it via Quadraton  last week :). Some days, I do need motivation like the one pictured to get out there.

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Help! Vote for me Please and help me win a bike for my Mom.

I am pleading for votes my friends. I entered a contest over at Cycle&Style to win a bike and I am one of the finalists. I want to win this bike to gift it to my Mom. She has never had a bike of her very own and this will be such a great gift for her, it will open so many opportunities for her. She suffers from arthritis and just a year ago she went through back surgery, having a bike to help her to get around will make her life so much easier.  Please help me by voting for me. Thank you so much!!! Follow this link to vote. Wish us luck!



QOW & Downhill Kiss

First up my Quote of the Week. I found this one this morning as I was browsing through some of my favorite blogs. I follow a lot of women triathletes as they fueled the fire within and gets me believing that I too can excel in the sport. I found the quote through Bree's blog (who by the way is competing in a triathlon in Africa this weekend! awesome is that!!!)

“When I stand before God at the end of my life I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left and could say I used everything you gave me”. Erma Bombeck

CyclistSo on Saturday, I called my Brother-in-law to arrange a little bike ride in the afternoon, I wanted him to come along so he could give me pointers and also so hubby and I could hang out with him while we rode. The day was bright and beautiful, perfect for a bike ride! Until we decided to actually go on our bike ride, out in the rural towns of Newton and Clarkston the wind was madly howling. The first 2 miles and I was done for, the little rolling hills always teach me a lesson but coupled with the wind I was in cycling purgatory! Try as hard as I could, I couldn't go very fast. I kept concentrating on pulling up but it didn't help very much. Then finally when I reached the end of the hills and saw the glorious downhill, I shifted and got ready for the downhill ride. With a smile on my face and an excited heart I saw my speed pick up. Suddenly out of nowhere, I hear a loud crack, crack, crack, something was caught in my back wheel's spoke! I knew that if I didn't stop that the bike will stop me in a not so very comfortable way, so I stopped as quickly as I could, not even reaching the end of the downhill. As I stopped, my mind quickly told me, YOU FORGOT SOMETHING IDIOT!!! Sure enough, I started to feel the descend of my body on top of my bike, with my brain screaming UNCLIP, UNCLIP and the legs frozen both from panic and the abrupt halt they weren't functioning, at the last split second out of desperation I lifted my right leg completely up and off the pedal, coming unclipped and barely able to put my hand out to stop my fall (thank goodness for cycling gloves). In all of this, hubby was nowhere to be seen, he was about a mile away ahead of me, in a sense it was best that way as seeing him would have sent me into crying hysterics, instead I had to be tough and fend for myself. Oh I am sure you are wondering that the crack sound was, as I inspected my bike, I found the problem rather quickly, my Garmin sensor on the arm had come loose with the force of the wind and the speed that I was going downhill. I don't know what to do about it now, I love my Garmin as it tells me my cadence, however, it is not worth my life nor a skinned knee/shoulder/arm/face.

After the almost accident, the ride was pretty much uneventful, the wind was still mad at us and kept us from feeling the downhills as downhills but we definitely got a good workout! The next day though, I woke up with my right leg hurting. I think it was due to the force that I put into unclipping my foot off the bike, or just my plain lack of muscle in that area.

Quote of the Week!

Kitty_boxing_gloves_animated_avatar_100x100_65093 "Champions aren't made in the gyms. Champions are made from something they have deep inside them - a desire, a dream, a vision." - Muhammed Ali, boxer

I got this quote on my phone this morning along with my running plan for the day, as soon as I saw it, it sparked something within. I have always said to myself that no matter what you are trying to achieve in life, if you want something, you have to want it badly enough inside of you, within your heart to fight for it. When the muscles fail and the body wants to give up, it is your heart and soul that will push you to the end. Fight for the dream, go for it, make it a reality!

Training reports

Some days are definitely better than others, some days you hit it out of the park and some days you can hardly hit it hard enough to go a foot. This last week saw me with Spring Break which in turn means kiddos at home and very little time to train. At first I was feeling so guilty for not getting all my usual workouts in and then by mid-week I realized that it really wasn't that important if I didn't hit my Body Pump classes or my favorite Turbo Kick class, some days, I just have to take it slow and savor the moment. 


Monday: OFF

Tuesday: OFF


Got out there and ran 6 miles: 52:54


Taught spin class twice! I taught a 30 minute class in the morning and then I taught the evening class for 1 hour. 25 miles: 1:30. I am really loving leading in the spin class. You get so much energy from the room that I find it easy to push myself more and more.

Swam: 2200 yards. I was able to go to my Master Swim class. I have improved so much in this area, granted, I sucked before so there was only one way to go--up! I recorded my fastest 100yd time yet! 1:35!!! This is almost as exciting as discovering electricity!!!


Hubby took the kiddos with him to work and I was able to put in my usual workouts. It was so nice of him to give me the day :).

Swam 2200 yards: An easy day at the pool, lots of straight swimming with drills in between to keep reminding my body of proper technique.

Run: 18 miles. Marathon training sometimes is so evil! I really didn't want to put in the time nor the miles but I know that time put in right now will pay off later. I am six weeks away from the marathon and I only have 2 more long runs to do before my taper. The run went well for the first 5 miles I thought I could go on forever, then the sun came out and I started getting hot. The plan was for me to do a loop twice, stopping at the house midpoint, however, I knew that mentally, as soon as I saw the house, my body would want to stop so I decided to take a run up the canyon. Smart idea however I didn't plan on my water running out. I made my 10oz of water last til mile 10, then I chugged my GU down and the last of my water. I was praying that someone was outside their house so I could beg them for water. Finally around mile 12, I saw a gentleman raking his front lawn. He was so nice and so eager to help me. He brought me the coldest water ever! Not only did he fill my Nathan bottle but he brought me a glass of water too. Not thinking I chugged the glass of water down, which felt amazing going down! After thanking him for saving my life, literally, I started running only to fill the swish-swish of the water in my belly. I made a mistake drinking all that water and I knew it right away. I started getting a side ache and wishing I could stop.

By mile 15, I wanted to stop. I seriously didn't want to keep going any longer. However, home was still 3 miles away so there was only one thing to do, keep on going. I decided to switch from straight running, to run 3 minutes, walk 1 minute. The walks seemed dumb however I think they were the only reason I made it back home. I was starving, literally picturing Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches each step I gave.

Six weeks away is very close...I have two more long runs 20 and 22 before the marathon. I will be better prepared this next time around with my Hydration belt and perhaps a sandwich :).

Award Winner!

Beautiful blogger award

I would like to thank the academy for this wonderful award, hehehe. Seriously, I would like to thank my friend Cynthia for giving me this wonderful award. It means so much to me that others find my adventures inspiring.

To accept this award, here are the rules:

1. Thank the person who gave you the award.

2. Paste the award on your blog.

3. Link to the person who nominated you.

4. Tell 7 interesting things about yourself (see below)

5. Nominate 7 blogs and post links

6. Leave a comment on your nominated blogs to let them know

Seven things about me:

1. I learned to ride a bicycle at the age of 29

2. I got suspended from high school twice and finally the 3rd time around I got kicked out completely. Good times! LOL

3. I ran away from home when I was 6 to live with my Mom. After four attempts, I succeeded and I was granted permission to stay with my Mom.

4. At the age of 14, I ran away from home and lived with my friend for about a year.

5. My first concert was at Madison Square Garden and I saw Metallica!

6. On a college trip with an honor society, we had a super drunking party at our hotel room. During the super party a hole was punched in the wall. We moved one of the pictures in the room to cover the hole. 

7. I gave up coffee and drinking 10 years ago. I miss coffee but not the drinking, especially the day after effects. 

Well, now that you know some of my "secrets". I would like to nominate some of the blogs who inspire me all the time, some knitting blogs, some exercise blogs, some cooking blogs: Marisol, RBR :), Lynn, Middalia, Sonja, MyKitchenAddiction and PioneerWoman.