tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48604268109314345222024-03-19T03:56:47.631-07:00Out and about in LAA chronicle of adventures, wanderings and musingsKristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17208374967597840745noreply@blogger.comBlogger350125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860426810931434522.post-5472792872493014342015-06-28T20:31:00.003-07:002015-06-29T06:32:47.368-07:00Moving on...Since "Out and about in LA" doesn't really work for Colorado, I finally set up a new blog space! <br />
You can now find me here: <a href="https://elevatedtalesandtrails.wordpress.com/">Elevated tales and trails </a><br />
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Hope to connect with you there - or somewhere!<br />
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- KristinaKristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17208374967597840745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860426810931434522.post-54851968811830509262015-06-12T16:14:00.001-07:002015-06-12T16:21:13.515-07:00Leaving California: The Long Good-byeFitting that there is a Raymond Chandler book and a Robert Altman movie (based on the book), called <i>The Long Good-bye</i>. Emotional ups and downs along with cramming in packing, finishing school, training, tying up all sorts of loose ends at school - both personally and professionally - along with seeing different groups of friends for a good-bye reunion marked the month of May and the beginning of June. We are excited to move to Colorado, but we do so with sadness at leaving a place that has been our home for a substantial amount of time. When I think of my Southern CA chapter, in particular, I can't ignore the major milestones that I experienced while living here: transitioned to married life, adopted 2 dogs, lost a dog, bought and sold a house. I made and lost friends, grew as a teacher and took on new and different challenges at work and extracurricularly. We definitely have built a life here, a very full and good one, so leaving is hard. <br />
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Since it's impossible to sum up 10 years in the LA area, plus another 3 years in the Central Coast area for me, I won't even try. I never expected to live in California - it wasn't one of the places where I dreamed of living, I just sort of ended up here. I'm not sure that I ever felt like a true "Californian" (not being blond and not surfing), but even as transplants, we both grew roots to the area which are painful to pull up as we move away. We've had an amazing life here, have appreciated the great variety of people, places, and options, and I'll never forget the friendships we made and the experiences that we had. <br />
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There is more to say, and I suppose the title of the post is a bit misleading since, well, this is quite brief. I'm still taking in the fact that we are moving/have moved. So, this move, while certainly not a surprise to us and something that we've wanted for years, IS bittersweet as I think about what we're leaving behind. It's exciting but scary as I think about the unknown and the openness of what's to come.<br />
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<i>And we're off! I drove the important cargo - bikes + dog! Essential items for a new life.</i></div>
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However, base training has officially ended and I'm now building - and I miss the base training! I know that I shouldn't compare myself to other people, and I try not to, but I'm really "comfortable" at around 10-12 hours of training a week. Once I start to train over 12 hours, I really do feel it. Also, my recovery from St. George didn't even last a full week! I was back to a long tempo run and then a long brick (4 hour ride, 80 minute run) a week after the race. Last Sunday, I thought to myself - "You're not in Kansas anymore". Okay, it's lame to quote the Wizard of Oz, but I was officially out of my comfort zone with that workout. I really did try to have a positive attitude, but I started the running with heavy legs and I ended the run with heavy legs. It was about 10x harder than the St. George run was!</div>
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After a longish morning's drive, we pulled into St. George around 12:30 California time which was 1:30 in St. George. Oops, I had forgotten about the time change! Suddenly, the already packed afternoon seemed THAT much crazier. Not only did I have to check in, but then I needed to figure out race day bags, check my bike, go for a pre-race swim/bike/run, drive the bike course and get dinner. </div>
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Fortunately, packet pick-up went relatively quickly, and then I sat through most of the mandatory athlete meeting, making some quick decisions for my run/T2 bag. Around 2:15, we headed out to Sand Hollow Reservoir where I would drop off my bike and fit in a practice swim/bike/run. As we headed over to T1, I cursed the fact that I had chosen a race with two transitions, but once I saw the reservoir, all of my doubts about the race dissipated. I'm not really much of a swimmer, but this was, without a doubt, the most beautiful 'swim hole' in which I'd had the pleasure of racing. I was finally excited about the race!</div>
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For St. George 70.3, you can either take a bus from downtown St. George to the reservoir or drive - if you drive, you need to get there early to park, but it was a relatively easy process. We drove, parked, and then took a quick shuttle to the reservoir. I had plenty of time to set up my transition and get ready for my wave - Women, 40-44! For the first time in ages, I didn't have a pink or purple swim cap which made me very happy! Our wave went off at 7:18, but we got into the water around 7:15 and then swam to the "start" line. This wasn't my first in-water start, but damn it was rough! The water temperature was chilly but not freezing (around 62 degrees), and it was a beautiful venue with clear water (unlike the black silt and sludge of Wildflower), but it did not make for a fast swim for me. I felt good in the water but not speedy, and I exited at just over 39 minutes. Something of a disappointment, but only by a minute or so, which isn't a huge deal over the course of the day.</div>
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I knew that the real work would start in the second half of the course, but knowing it intellectually/on paper/driving it is completely different from first-hand experience. The most beautiful part of the course starts around mile 37, which is also when the climbing starts - up Snow Canyon. I told myself, when we drove the course on Friday, that it wouldn't matter that it was hard with such beauty, but that was complete bullshit. By mile 40, I would have happily quit if someone had driven by and offered me a ride - it was soul-crushing. Looking back, I'm not sure why I was so surprised by the challenge or why I thought that it would be easier than Wildflower's "Nasty Grade" because it wasn't. I finally crawled to the top - and then it was mainly downhill to the bike finish line. Beth thought that I could average 17 miles, and I made it! Woo-hoo! </div>
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Two comments about the run course: 1. Great support in terms of aid stations. I took a packet of Clif shot blocks, had 2 of them, and then stuck to water, gatorade, cola from the aid stations which were every mile, more or less, and I frequently poured ice down my shirt. 2. It was a great course to see other people - I was able to cheer for tons of <a href="http://www.californiatriathlon.org/">CalTri</a> people, when I had the energy to do so. </div>
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Much of the run, however, was a put-your-head-down-and-work experience. For the Mile 9 hill, there was a very small group - 3-4 of us - working together and keeping a decent pace (not walking). Once we hit the top of that hill, a volunteer called out to us "Last hill!". Although this was not quite true, it was the last long climb, so I started to pick it up. For the first time ever, I actually negative split my Half-IM run! The last miles were hard but fun (sub 8 for mile 13!), and I had enough energy for a good strong finish. I also have to admit that I teared up as I approached the finish line. It was a hard race, but I was really proud of how much I pushed myself on the bike and the run.</div>
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My final run time was 1:58:49 - just under 2 hours! And my overall time was 6:05:34 - ¡A PR by just over a minute! On the run, I knew that a PR was possible, but I certainly didn't expect it, so it truly came as a nice surprise when I checked my time. </div>
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Noting that finish time - my splits were almost even with my <a href="http://peripateticla.blogspot.com/2013/07/swimming-biking-and-running-in-sonoma.html">2013 Vineman race</a>, but St. George is definitely a more challenging course, so I'm more than happy with my time and with my improvements! And while I didn't feel super confident, I never doubted that I could finish the bike course which is a shift for me. Even last year, at Wildflower, I was nervous about the bike and making the cutoff - maybe a silly concern, but it's telling that I no longer worry about cut-off times. </div>
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Not to do the Academy thing, but I need to acknowledge the support from <a href="http://californiatraining.blogspot.com/">Beth</a>, who is a really great coach and manages to support, push, and inspire her athletes; from California Triathlon, a fantastic group of people - it was fun to ride to St. George in style and cheer for people out on the course; and, of course, I couldn't do it without Michael, who spent a long day spectating after putting up with my pre-race mood on Friday (not an easy thing!).</div>
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As I said in my abbreviated 'race report' from St. George - it really is a fantastic course. Punishing, but rewarding in the end. As I gear up for I<a href="http://www.ironman.com/triathlon/events/americas/ironman/boulder.aspx#axzz3ZPimCeo1">M Boulder in August</a>, I know that plenty of hard work lies ahead, but I'm feeling good about where I am at this point and excited to work towards the next big race!</div>
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Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17208374967597840745noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860426810931434522.post-3246263859551810192015-05-03T07:52:00.002-07:002015-05-03T07:52:58.202-07:00St. George 70.3 - The short of itDespite all of my anxiety, doubts, race-day snafus and suffering during the race, <a href="http://www.ironman.com/triathlon/events/americas/ironman-70.3/st.-george/register.aspx#axzz3Z5OsPtNC">St. George 70.3</a> was an incredible experience. It is equally gorgeous and tough, and I would recommend it to anyone and everyone who wants a great race-day experience. <div>
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Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17208374967597840745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860426810931434522.post-8607226220180583002015-04-30T20:10:00.002-07:002015-04-30T20:14:15.515-07:00Racing dreamsSo, <a href="http://www.ironman.com/triathlon/events/americas/ironman-70.3/st.-george.aspx#axzz3YqoqibAY">St. George </a>is a mere 2 days away - less, actually, if you count the hours - and I'm pretty calm. Sort of! I did freak out yesterday afternoon, realizing that there was NO WAY that we could leave this afternoon (our scheduled departure day). Fortunately, we are driving to St. George, so we had some flexibility, and it won't screw things up too much to leave early tomorrow morning. The other change in the weekend schedule/coordination is that Gus will be traveling with us! We had planned on boarding him with this great woman (from www.dogvacay.com - I'm a huge fan of this site), but his sleep issues continue, so he's coming with us. <br />
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As for the race? We'll see how things go on Saturday. I don't have huge expectations, but I might be a little crushed if it's a terrible day for me. And, I'm worried that it <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">might</span> be terrible. Signing up for St. George, I was well aware of the fact that conditions would probably be less-than-ideal, and when I started to stalk the weather.com app, the temperatures steadily rose . Last week, I think that the high was supposed to be 81 degrees on Saturday, and now, it's supposed to be 90 degrees. As I checked the weather daily (obsessive?), I told myself that the heat would be okay, I'd raced in hot weather before, and I could cope, as long as it wasn't windy. And it now looks as though it'll be a windy day. Dammnit!<br />
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But the dreaming bit? I don't have frequent dreams about races, but I've had a few - and they always make me laugh. A few years ago, I dreamt that I had forgotten my bike and went straight from the swim to the run. That was probably wish fulfillment. Last year, then, I dreamt that I had the wrong Ironman date, a dream that freaked me out so much I was nervous to confirm the date. And this year? Apparently I missed my wave start and didn't have my ID at St. George! <br />
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Keeping that dream in mind, I guess it will be a successful race if I start with my wave, so no complaining about a slower-than-desirable day!Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17208374967597840745noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860426810931434522.post-14157506061417649822015-04-20T21:53:00.000-07:002015-04-21T07:04:32.513-07:00A first and a last - LA TriEvents 2<a href="http://www.trievents.com/">TriEvents</a> marked one of the 'firsts' of the year - a race! In other ways, it also began what will probably be a long litany of lasts as we prepare to move to Colorado and say our good-byes to people, places and experiences. So, TriEvents was my last "hometown", Southern CA race, which made the experience rather bittersweet.<br />
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As for this race... I usually don't go on and on about my pre-race days for a smaller local event, but I think that I followed a good list of what NOT to do. First of all, I've felt somewhat unmotivated training-wise. Also, we have kept up an unusually busy social calendar as we're trying to get together with friends as much as possible (which may impact the first point). So, not only did I eat some really rich Mexican food Friday night at <a href="http://www.moleofthegods.com/index.html">Rocio's Mole de los Dioses</a> (yes, that is the "Mole of the Gods" restaurant - if you like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mole_sauce">mole</a>, which not everyone does, this place is for you!), but we spent part of Saturday at a toddler's birthday party, at which I ate several cookies and 2 pieces of cake, and then we had Middle Eastern Saturday night. To top it all off, Gus, our dog, has been getting up in the middle of the night - at least once, but sometimes twice - to go outside. On Saturday night, he got up, and subsequently woke us up, at 12:00 and then again at 3:00. So, not very auspicious circumstances for the race.<br />
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However, I reminded myself when I woke up at 5:00 am (after not sleeping much between 3-5) that this was NOT my "A" race but more of the 'ripping-the-bandaid-off' type of a race. With St. George very much on the horizon (next Saturday!), it was nice to locate all of my shit, some of which I hadn't seen since last summer. I was about 100% sure that I would forget an essential item, but I somehow managed to make it to Bonelli with all the necessities. That was the first surprise and relief, but it still didn't exactly calm my nerves which were a bit on edge.<br />
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Arriving at the park early Sunday am, I was initially excited to see all of the athletes and take in the energy. Yay, a triathlon! But once I checked in and started to REALLY prepare for the race, I just wanted to leave. Part of this was nerves, plain and simple, but it also stemmed from the fact that Michael had opted to stay in bed after a rough night's sleep. As much as I wanted him to be at the race as my sherpa and photographer, I also understood his choice. Plus, he'll be there at St. George and Boulder, which are far more important to me. But I still missed him, as weird/dependent as that sounds. The other aspect of the race that made me nervous, strangely, was the fact that I knew so many people racing, spectating and volunteering. Signing up, this was one of the bonuses, but as I started to get ready to race, I just wanted to be alone, to zone out and be with my thoughts. Also, I felt a weird pressure because I knew so many people and, thanks to my awesome self-confidence, I was sure that they would give me the side-eye as a "triathlete".<br />
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Despite my nerves, it was fun to see so many people I knew. With that in mind, I tried to breath (just breath!), focus on my race and enjoy the experience, no matter the outcome and repeated to myself, time and again, that this was NOT my A-race. Lining up for the swim, I felt okay - the water temperature was a great and it was a nice morning, despite haze from a nearby fire. It was so exciting to see the first waves start, and then it was the pinked-capped ladies' turn! My first thought starting out was "Holy crap, this is so much harder than I expected!". There was a lot of contact initially, but then we spread out and I felt more comfortable. The swim ended up being slower than I had hoped/expected - I exited at 20:56 for 1000 meters, for a 2:05 pace. Coming out of the water, I grimaced at someone who was cheering for me. Such good sportsmanship!<br />
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Finally, the second "first" (a true first for me!) - a podium! Before my training/attitude/eating went to total shit, I had harbored a secret hope to place at this race as a nice way to end my triathlon experience here in Southern CA. As I headed into the race, I lowered any and all expectations, so it was a very pleasant surprise when I ended up 3rd in my AG! I understand that it's a small local race, so it's not a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but I was excited enough to wait around for the awards ceremony. Triathlon has been a challenging road for me - the swim and bike do not come easily, and I know that I didn't execute a perfect pre-race or race plan, but the accumulation of years of somewhat hard work is beginning to reap benefits. While I have zero photos (at this point) of my podium, it was fun to get a cheer from the crazy CalTri folks as pictured below:</div>
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So, the final take-aways from the race? Transitions matter (for the first time ever, I tried to hurry and it might have made the difference between a podium spot or 4th place); I'm still a better runner than swimmer/biker, but I can improve, slowly! And, the most important note - the camaraderie and energy on the course make the race experience. Keeping that last point in mind, I finally feel excitement about St. George, rather than dread, and I can't believe that it's next week! As I said in my last post, racing season is upon us!</div>
Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17208374967597840745noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860426810931434522.post-58469599869156976002015-04-14T21:26:00.000-07:002015-04-15T06:53:05.014-07:00It's April! And racing season! And other odds and ends...Happy tax day (tomorrow - and how is 'happy' a part of it, even if you do get a tax return?!). <br />
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Starting soon, I think that I need to have some sort of a 'regular' blog session, just so that I can post about my oh-so-exciting life. I realize that many people in the digital age have moved on to Instagram and/or Twitter, but I'm not there yet. In my defense, I still remember when I didn't even use email 20 years ago.<br />
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But, to at least give a monthly update... Last year, I remember that February was such a challenging month, and this year, March certainly filled February's shoes, and more. Now that April is upon us, and we have <b><i>some</i></b> certainty/clarity about life as we move forward, I feel lighter and much less stressed. As I look back at March, I can't believe how much we weathered - figuring out job stuff for the short-term, dealing with a slight physical malaise (<a href="http://peripateticla.blogspot.com/2015/03/ironman-take-2-just-few-bumps-along.html">my back</a>), and coming to terms with a death in the family. It always amazes me, when I'm in the midst of a stressful situation, I tend to put blinders on and just push through, but once I have some distance, I can see how hard it was. So, yes, March was a difficult month.<br />
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April, training-wise, has felt more focused, and I am looking forward to my first 2015 race this weekend! <a href="http://www.trievents.com/">TriEvents #2</a> is a local event in which I've participated without great success and, recently, I've come to know the race better as a volunteer. This Sunday, however, I'll be donning my wetsuit for the first time since last summer and will force myself to remember how to transition. I don't have high expectations - this race falls two weeks before <a href="http://www.ironman.com/triathlon/events/americas/ironman-70.3/st.-george.aspx#axzz3XLYlCIL3">St. George 70.3</a>, which IS a 'big deal'. Instead of racing, a part of me would rather have a big training weekend as a last-ditch effort to boost my strength/speed/endurance, but maybe this will boost my race confidence? After all, I'm not sure how much "hay in the barn" I'd actually harvest at this point. I do find it ironic that the more I train, the less I seem to race these days...<br />
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I don't have high hopes for TriEvents, but I'd love to put down a solid performance for me, swimming, biking (ha!) and running. This is a tougher course than people give it credit, especially the bike, but I'd love to push HARD on the bike and see what that leaves me for the run. I'm still not fast on the bike, even with the Bat, but I've felt so good transitioning bike-to-run, that I'm interested in seeing what my run will be.<br />
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And, despite my typical lackluster bike performance, I've had some good rides recently. Well, some that left me scratching my head, like when I flatted BOTH tires at once. It was the very end of a hilly ride and I just wasn't paying attention. Fortunately, I was about 2 houses down from our house, so I just walked the bike home. On the positive side, this past weekend, I rode what I remember from last year as a killer ride - <a href="http://www.mapmyride.com/us/azusa-ca/glendora-mountain-road-loop-gmr-loop-route-549133">GMR (Glendora Mountain Road loop)</a>, and while it was difficult, I enjoyed the ride SO MUCH! I've been nervous about the St. George bike course, especially on the tri bike, but this gave me a sense that "Sí se puede". <br />
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Now, to end on a 'down' note. While my back woes are definitely on the mend, to my immense relief, I feel that injury is something of a hydra for me. Once I deal with a specific issue, another one (or two) raises its head. I'm currently dealing with a bit of plantar fasciitis in my left foot/calf. Ah, my old foe from 2012/13! What is even more frustrating is that in other ways I feel that my running game is pretty strong right now, so I'd love to ignore this little niggle, but I know that I can't/shouldn't. Last week, I pushed hard on the bike and then transitioned to a really fast run (this was probably the workout that tipped the scale to a full-blown flare-up of PF). I'd love to see what I can do this weekend on the run, but I also don't want to sabotage St. George or, especially, Boulder.<br />
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There are a lot of 'lasts' that we are facing over the next two months. Moving still feels a bit abstract, but I also know that this is the last local CA race that I'll do. So, I want to have fun, enjoy the camaraderie on the course, and appreciate the overall experience. It's also great to have a season 'launch' - to feel that I've built a solid base, worked towards this moment, and now I can take it in and see how I do. Hopefully I'll have a bit of luck working in my favor too!Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17208374967597840745noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860426810931434522.post-70833014446723386222015-03-30T19:20:00.001-07:002015-03-31T06:59:18.362-07:00Spring Break 2015 - A move/train-cation!I'm not complaining about my spring break, but I think that I need a vacation now that it's over! Productive? Check! Fun? Check! Relaxing? NO!<br />
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We arrived on Monday (a beautiful day, but after 12 hours or so in the car, I was more than ready for a stiff drink), and then Tuesday, I set out for a windy bike ride. During said ride, I think my HR was at about 90% for 90% of the ride - I was white-knuckling it, just hoping that I didn't get blown over OR blown into traffic. Wednesday, I was supposed to fit in a brick, but as you can see, it was going to be 46 degrees as a high, plus rain. So, I set out for an early morning run, during which it rained, snowed and hailed on me. Good times! Finally, I squeezed in the brick Thursday before we flew back to CA. Also, please note the weather on Friday and then Saturday! It was strange to leave my Trek road bike, <a href="http://peripateticla.blogspot.com/2012/04/new-relationship-i-think-its-love.html">Sunshine</a>, in Boulder - it's now just me and <a href="http://peripateticla.blogspot.com/2014/11/bonding-with-bat-aka-sweet-ride.html">the Bat</a>!</div>
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For the end of the break, I drove down to Oceanside, CA on Saturday to spectate <a href="http://www.ironman.com/triathlon/events/americas/ironman-70.3/california.aspx#axzz3VtYttLwU">Oceanside 70.3</a>. It's always tempting to sign up for this race, but when it rolls around, I'm usually SO relieved that I didn't. But... Maybe one day?! It was a gorgeous day to be out spectating - a little bit warm, but not too crazy. I missed the men's finish but saw <a href="http://www.heatherjacksonracing.com/">Heather Jackson</a> cross the finish line. Wow, she is so amazing! She raced and won Wildflower last year, and I saw her exit the water but didn't see the finish (obviously - I was somewhere on the bike course). It was also great to see and cheer for a lot of people that I know. </div>
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Saturday afternoon, I spent working on my swim technique - <a href="http://californiatraining.blogspot.com/">Beth Gerdes</a>, my coach (I always feel like a fraud when I use that term, but what else should I call her?), was very kind enough to offer a session in their endless pool. I was SUPER nervous about swimming in front of people and it was kind of weird to be on a 'swim treadmill', but I did get some great feedback and I know what I need to work on. Then, Sunday morning, Beth and another one of her athletes (who lives in Pasadena and with whom I should train!) and I set out on a ride. I have major bike riding route envy now - it was SUCH a nice ride. Lots of rolling hills, rather than crazy steep ascents and descents, and very biker friendly. Also, it was a wonderful day to ride, a bit foggy early on but then it burned off. Finally, I was super nervous about riding with other people, especially a pro(!), but this other woman and I were really well matched. I obviously need to just get over my anxiety about how terrible I am on the bike and develop some confidence once and for all! Anyway, it was so generous of Beth to spend time Saturday and Sunday with us. Not only is she an amazing athlete (recently 5th at IM Asia-Pacific!) but a really great coach too.</div>
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After my previous, rather <em>sturm und drang,</em> post, things have improved. Well, they've been a bit wonky in our household, and the past few weeks have been something of an emotional ride, but I'm feeling better about moving to Boulder, about job stuff and, amazing, that has me feeling better about St. George 70.3 which is looming. Yikes!<br />
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It also probably helps that my back is on the mend. I'm not at 100% by a long shot, but I tried a new pain specialist (seriously, that's what her card said) on Monday afternoon, and she rocked. I definitely feel as though I was cheating on Dr. Choy, who has helped me through plenty of aches, pains and woes, but the back situation was different enough for me that I wanted to go with another option. The good news, to my thinking, is that the issue has nothing to do with my back. Her diagnosis, as she was poking around at me? I have a tight ass. Strangely enough, cycling and running don't aggravate the pain, but swimming does - however, I'm sure that cycling and running are actually part of the problem (or they contribute to the problem). But, I'm on a stretching regimen that has helped tremendously - who knew that stretching would make such a difference? Ha ha! And feeling much better as a consequence. <br />
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There have been a few recent hiccups - we missed the <a href="http://www.bikescor.com/information.html">Solvang Century</a> last weekend, which was a major bummer, but there wasn't anything that we could do about it. Again, this was definitely a 'life' decision/issue - Michael was out of town unexpectedly and returned late Thursday, so the idea of leaving on Friday for a fun-filled weekend was more than a little bit silly. We were, however, disappointed to not get up to the Central Coast one last time. And, maybe we can get up that way again before we leave, but hopefully we'll return to CA for the Solvang ride one of these days. <br />
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Despite missing that ride, I feel that I'm a bit more focused on riding, and both last Sunday and today I hit the Lower Big Tujunga loop which makes me feel better about <a href="http://www.ironman.com/triathlon/events/americas/ironman-70.3/st.-george.aspx#axzz3V3lPe77P">St. George 70.3</a>. I've had moments of SERIOUS doubt and don't feel super confident at this point, BUT (sorry for all of the all caps), I think that I can get in some solid training and be ready for a May race. Lower Big Tujunga is a great little sufferfest, and I usually complete it once a season to see where I am. Riding it last weekend and then again this weekend (and less than a week apart), kind of sucked, especially today - when I did not want to get up and ride. But, it was definitely worth it - and I had some visitors before starting my descent down Angeles Crest Highway:<br />
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The other positive - I still feel a bit slow climbing with <a href="http://peripateticla.blogspot.com/2014/11/bonding-with-bat-aka-sweet-ride.html">the Bat</a>, but I feel stronger too, so I'll get there. Also, the saddle is getting more and more comfortable - I think I'm just getting used to the bike, overall.<br />
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And March Madness? This is the first time I've actually filled out a bracket, and it's looking pretty rough at this point! Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17208374967597840745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860426810931434522.post-51406216438015259392015-03-09T21:11:00.000-07:002015-03-10T06:52:59.568-07:00Ironman Take 2 - Just a few bumps along the training roadHad I written this update a week ago, I think that it would have been vastly different from the "report" that I'll make tonight. It's not that SO much in my life has changed in the course of a week, rather a few things have shifted, but the shift has made quite a difference.<br />
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I'll back up, however, and say that up until last week, I had a solid 'base' training cycle. Despite feeling a bit ambivalent about training (yes, I want this, no, I just want to stay in bed), the vast majority of my Training Peaks boxes were green for January and February - success! I was completing my workouts with more consistency than last year, and, even better, I felt that the workouts were high quality, especially in the pool and running. <br />
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I will admit that the bike has been something of an issue this year, despite <a href="http://peripateticla.blogspot.com/2014/11/bonding-with-bat-aka-sweet-ride.html">the Bat</a> (who HAS been getting plenty of love, but a lot of it on the trainer). Last year, I really prioritized getting in solid, long rides, and woke up early every Saturday, committing myself to some good saddle time. This year, I'll be honest and recognize that I have not dedicated enough time to biking as I really need. While I love the Cervelo - it is a wonderful ride, I still don't feel as confident on it as I do on the Trek, probably because I still think that it's TOO nice a bike for me and I get nervous on it. Or something idiotic like that. The other issue, before I blame it on a complicated love/hate relationship with my bike, is that, as we make these major life changes, triathlon/training is not first priority. I want to spend time and connect with friends, something that I could sacrifice a bit last year but am very reluctant to do so this at this point. While running and swimming seem more forgiving in terms of a time-commitment, biking is less so, and that has been an issue this year. Because of that, I made my peace with a few long "rides" on the trainer which were good and painful! Last weekend, I finally got in a great ride along PCH and felt pretty strong, especially in my new <a href="https://vanderkitten.com/">Vanderkitten kit</a> (of which I have zero photos - sad face; I'm the worst so-called "ambassador" ever). The extra bonus on the ride - we saw whales swimming south! It was so fun to look for their spouts - and to spy them.<br />
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As I said, cycling aside, running and swimming had felt good. While I had plenty of swims and runs that felt slow, overall, I saw gains from last year (in the pool) and enjoyed being healthy for my runs. The only issue was niggling back pain while swimming, which probably started in January or at the beginning of February, but didn't really slow me down elsewhere. Well, last weekend, after a long swim and a long trainer ride on Saturday and a long run on Sunday, the pain wasn't severe but I had to admit that it was more than just a minor issue that I could ignore. So, at this point, I am trying to figure out what is going on with my back, not just scouring the Google, but also seeing a pain specialist and going from there. What's interesting about the back pain is that running and cycling don't seem to be an issue, and I suspect that it is related to tight hips/glutes and other imbalances rather than something more major (or that's my hope!). However, I'd rather err on the side of caution rather than try to push through the pain. What is a challenge is that I've never had back pain before (unlike the array of leg/foot maladies that have plagued me), so I don't know how serious it is. The optimist in me is confident that it's a strain that just needs time to fully heal, but I have concerns that it is more serious. Either way, it's frustrating to not know, and I hope to have answers soon!<br />
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Obviously, I hope that this won't sideline me for the next few months, especially, my plans for <a href="http://www.ironman.com/triathlon/events/americas/ironman/boulder.aspx#axzz3Tx33qY9B">Boulder IM</a>. I have questioned the decision to commit to another Ironman with everything else going on in our lives, but I also know that it wasn't a flighty decision. It's a goal that I'll continue to work towards, despite some challenges that life and my body have decided to present along the way. But, training for this second IM has been harder. Again, I recognize that there are a lot of life things going on that I have to prioritize, and maybe some of the excitement that comes from the new and unknown has worn off. I do have hopes, goals, expectations for this second race, but I'm also more stressed about moving, finding a job, saying good-bye, and figuring out my life. Small details, I know!<br />
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I've officially decided that, yes, I am in the midst of a midlife crisis (and I started this post, somehow published it without finishing it, so maybe that's enough said, enough proof, do I really need to add other thoughts and/or examples?).</div>
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But, I think that this is where I am "at" in my life. Mid-40s, lots of transitions right now, a healthy dose of uncertainty, and, yes, I'll take that crisis.</div>
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To be honest, I probably felt this coming on last year, but triathlon proved to be a fantastic diversion for most of the year, and then the fall is always a busy time with the return to school. So, right about now - the February doldrums - the stars should align for that crisis moment.</div>
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Much of this is provoked by major changes that we are planning - good changes but stressful. I've alluded to this before, so I should put it out there, although I kind of hate to make a life announcement in the same breath that I'm talking about a crisis. Oh well, not much to do about that. Yes, the major change - we finally decided to bite the bullet and move to Colorado this summer! </div>
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Not a bad place to be... But, at the moment, I don't have a job yet and am kind of/really freaking out, even though it IS still premature. However, with so many people in my life asking me about said job, it doesn't exactly calm me down. And there are plenty of other "known unknowns" along with those "unknown unknowns" a la Rumsfeld. </div>
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Before I focus too much on the anxiety that this change is provoking (or is a part of?), I have to say that the move to Colorado is NOT a midlife crisis decision. It's actually something that we've wanted to do... probably ever since we married. Year after year, we return to Colorado at least twice to visit friends and family and to enjoy skiing, biking, hiking, you name it. We definitely love the opportunities to pursue an active lifestyle there, but that isn't the only motivating factor - after all, we live in CA and there are plenty of opportunities here too! Being closer to family and friends (we have several friends who have migrated to the Boulder/Denver area over the past few years) is a major factor, and, we feel that long-term, this is where we want to be. Rather than continuing to delay the plan ("Maybe next year, maybe in five years..."), we decided that we needed to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">just do it</span>, as Nike recommends. </div>
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All of these changes are unfolding, and I am trying, without much success, to wrap my mind around the complex equation of finishing out my school year in an active and engaged manner, looking for a job (without taking rejection too hard), training for triathlon, and, the big one, picking up and moving - leaving friends, relationships, patterns that have all developed over 10 years. It's a bit much to handle at times, but I'm trying! </div>
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And to return to the midlife crisis moment - I can't totally separate it from all of the other changes happening in our lives. It does provoke me, in a good way, to think about what's next and to think about what I want to do, how do I want to live. These are questions that sprawl, once you pose them to yourself, and once they take up residency, they REALLY take up real estate in your brain. Or they have for me. Most days, I enjoy teaching, and on a good day, I *love* teaching, and Ican definitely see myself in the classroom until I retire, whenever that is. On the other hand, I also think that I would be okay with stepping away from the classroom, or taking some sort of a break and doing something different. But what that "different" is, I'm not sure. Not knowing is kind of scary, and leaving a job that has been so rewarding in many ways while also secure does unsettle me quite a bit. I think that it's a good moment in my life to be unsettled, but it's not easy. I'm sure that there are about two dozen, if not more, quotes about things that aren't easy being well worth the challenge. And I agree with that in theory, but living that experience is different. </div>
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In January, my parents decided to make one last visit to see us in the LA area (more on that 'last visit' soon!), and the only weekend that really worked out was President's Day, so we all quickly made arrangements for their visit this past weekend. It was a bit of a whirlwind of a trip for them since they arrived Friday afternoon (4:30 - just in time for traffic!) and left early this morning. We packed in quite a few activities and tried to ensure that they enjoyed this visit as much as possible. </div>
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On Saturday, we drove up to Santa Barbara wine country. It's a bit of a haul for a one-day visit, but we had a willing driver and a beautiful day to explore the countryside, so we took advantage of those factors. We started out in the quaint little town of Los Olivos. The first time we went wine tasting in the Santa Barbara area with my parents was probably 7 years ago, and at that time, it seemed that if you blinked, you'd miss Los Olivos. That isn't the case anymore, and especially not on Valentine's day (we had sort of forgotten about that detail, but, apparently, wine tasting is a very popular activity on said "holiday"). Fortunately, we were early enough that when we stopped at our first tasting room, <a href="http://www.byronwines.com/">Byron</a>, it was still low-key. That was a fabulous first stop, and, since it wasn't too crowded, we were really able to take our time and enjoy the wine - which was excellent! Byron specializes in Pinots, like a lot of Santa Barbara wineries, and they were all fantastic. </div>
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The start of the trail was through a wooded area which was nice and shaded, with lots of manzanita all around! And then we hit a fire road which led us to this area that was once part of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_Nike">Nike Ajax Missile Defense Plan</a> (according to modernhiker.com). Kind of crazy?! Hikes in the western part of the Angeles are always so interesting - you feel like you are 'away from it all', and then you are suddenly reminded of the fact that Los Angeles is really right there. </div>
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It was a fun-filled weekend with my parents, no doubt, and even though I'm an adult, they still spoil me. I also feel lucky that we can still do things together, like go on a moderately strenuous hike, which is a wonderful way to spend time with them. </div>
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<i>Oh, <a href="http://www.lonelyplanet.com/ecuador/central-highlands/banos">Baños, Ecuador,</a> what a fun visit we had; Michael snapped this photo of the guardia lecturing this little girl for riding her bike through the plaza rather than around it. How would I know, 8 years later that I'd totally feel her pain?</i></div>
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Anyway, substitute me in my Smashfest Fly kit and <a href="http://peripateticla.blogspot.com/2014/11/bonding-with-bat-aka-sweet-ride.html">the Bat</a> for the girl and a Sheriff for the guardia and then you would have a more accurate picture. Yep, I got ticketed on Sunday for not stopping at a stop sign. I was totally guilty - I didn't stop, and I know that this makes me an irresponsible cyclist. I could defend myself and say that it's not an intersection where cyclists need to stop unless they are turning left (which is true, but anyway). What really frustrates me about the ticket is that I knew that the sheriff was there - I passed by him on one street and took note, but then when I cruised down the hill, I just totally forgot that he was there. I didn't even think about it until I heard him signal me. And then I was so pissed, I really wanted to tell him to go fuck off, which is irrational because, as I said, I ran through the stop sign, no doubt about it.<br />
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Anyway, it's not the end of the world, no one was hurt, and, fortunately, the ticket doesn't go on my car insurance. But, still, it was a total killjoy moment and somewhat humiliating too!Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17208374967597840745noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860426810931434522.post-48547197641956376872015-01-31T22:17:00.000-08:002015-02-01T16:48:37.699-08:00January - It's a wrap (almost!)Yes - January, despite my sense of lackluster motivation and a slow start, ended up being a good month and has concluded on a positive note. Returning to work after the holidays is always a bit brutal, but the Jan. schedule at the school where I teach is pretty awesome and allows for much socializing. Add to that my birthday and some solid training weeks, and the month rounded out quite nicely!<br />
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Yes, my birthday - another year older but not necessarily wiser. I used to hate having a January birthday (mainly when I was a kid because I wanted a pool party which was never possible, not even in South Texas), but I've obviously gotten over that and now embrace getting older. I think that, once I'm closer to the big 5-0, I might enjoy celebrating it a bit less, but for now, I'll continue to raise a glass to my health and happiness.<br />
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With my birthday, I didn't move up an age group, sadly, but hopefully it will be a good year for me in the 40-44 group! My actual birthday was filled with some star power - I attended a CalTri season kick-off meeting and met the very inspiring <a href="http://hillarybiscay.com/">Hillary Biscay</a> who talked to the group. I admit that I didn't know who she was until I got my first <a href="http://smashfestqueen.com/">Smashfestqueen kit</a>, but then I started reading about her and wow, she's pretty amazing. And I really do love the kits that her company makes - the designs are awesome and the kits are comfortable. Anyway, I wavered - to introduce myself as a fan girl or not? I finally decided that it would be kind of silly to not say anything to her, so I ended up talking about how great the kits are, showing her a picture of me wearing the Fly kit, and then we blabbed about triathlon. I was a little starstruck, I must admit, and she was very nice.</div>
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My "real" birthday celebration followed - Michael and I spent an afternoon hanging out at LA's <a href="http://www.grandcentralmarket.com/">Grand Central Market </a>, visiting the Hudson River School exhibit at LACMA and eating and drinking quite well. To be honest, there might have been a bit too much over-indulgence over the course of the month, but how can I complain about *having* to spend time at some of my favorite places - <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/amigos-restaurant-pasadena">Amigos</a>, <a href="http://www.theyorkonyork.com/">the York</a>, <a href="http://www.goldenroad.la/">Golden Road Brewery</a> and <a href="ttp://www.pizzaofvenice.com/">POV</a> (this last place has forever ruined pizza elsewhere for us) with friends. Also, I had my first ramen experience - since the days of Top Ramen - at <a href="http://tsujita-la.com/">Tsujita</a>. The LA Weekly claims that you can find better ramen, but you have to get on a plane to do so. I'm not a ramen expert, but I can say that it was one of the most decadent meals I've ever had.</div>
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Despite a month of eating and drinking a bit too much, I would say that the rest of my training regime is on track. Yes, despite my mid-month groaning and moaning and belly-aching, it's been a solid training period. I started off the month with a great run in Boulder on New Year's, and I started today with an early morning long, slow distance run. Many of these have felt like a slog, at least at one moment or another, but I enjoyed every moment of today's run. I feel that some of the training is beginning to click, and I'm looking forward to a more focused month in February.</div>
Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17208374967597840745noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860426810931434522.post-19685234021057560862015-01-20T21:28:00.000-08:002015-01-21T07:00:14.600-08:002015 - It's happening!I know, 20 days into the year and I finally decide to embrace it. Good for me! It's been somewhat of a low-key start to the year, so maybe that explains my reluctance to exuberantly celebrate the start to the new year.<br />
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Or the end to 2014, for that matter, which was a memorable year but wasn't exactly a *fantastic* year. I think that I declared around this time last year that it would be a 'bold' year which, ultimately, it wasn't. It's funny, in foresight, I believed that the whole Ironman thing would be an audacious experience, but that wasn't really the case. As a family friend said to me on this topic, there is something militaristic about training for such an event. He didn't say that in a negative way but rather matter-of-factly, and he was quite right. By undertaking IM training, I ended up with a regimented schedule for about 6 months. Not to say that it was easy - it wasn't - or that it wasn't a fantastic experience - it was - and I certainly took risks and grew and learned about myself and about the whole swim/bike/running thing. However, Ironman wasn't THE defining moment of the year, which is okay. Maybe it's hard to find one moment in any given year, or, if you do, are you reducing all of the other moments that are pretty great? I can say that 2014 was a year of growth, which came with good times and also harder ones. Seeing relationships ebb and flow is natural, but it's not always easy, and I experienced some of those growing pains this past year. Also, I know that it sounds silly to non-pet people, but I still miss Milo, our dog, who passed away last February.<br />
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I hope that 2015 is also a year of growth (I suspect that it will be!) and of tackling new challenges. Despite some of my moaning, groaning and grumbling about lack of fitness, I have committed to another Ironman experience! My plans in 2015 are <a href="http://www.ironman.com/triathlon/events/americas/ironman-70.3/st.-george.aspx#axzz3PQfiRAoj">Ironman 70.3 St. George</a> and <a href="http://www.ironman.com/triathlon/events/americas/ironman/boulder.aspx#axzz3PQfiRAoj">Ironman Boulder</a>! St. George was a tough choice because it's the same weekend as Wildflower, which will always be near and dear to my heart in terms of triathlon, but after last year's swim, I don't know how the conditions will be better this year (with the continued lack of rain), and Michael, Mr. Sherpa, said that he'd prefer to go to St. George anyway. The only issue I'm currently experiencing with St. George - mentally at this point - is that it is a harder course than Wildflower. Gulp. This means that I need to get in gear, especially on the bike! The bonus is that it looks like an amazingly beautiful course, so I can't wait for that.<br />
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And Ironman Boulder - it was the only 'obvious' choice for different reasons. Summer plans, for instance, and also for the emotional pull that Boulder has had over the past 9-10 years. It was my first Ironman experience, at <a href="http://peripateticla.blogspot.com/2012/08/mission-accomplished.html">Boulder 70.3 a few years ago</a>, so it will be exciting to tackle the full distance this year. Plus, we'll be there in June which will give me the chance to train on the course - what a concept! Even better, I love the idea of seeing friends and family on the day of the event.<br />
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My only issue right now, is that... despite working with the same coach as last year (who is awesome) and despite the long off-season that should have reenergized me, I'm feeling... Oh, a bit 'off'. I was so excited to begin to train and to focus on 2015 training, and I still am, but I'm also worried that I bit off more than I can chew this year. Maybe it's just that I'm nervous about the idea of another Ironman and I'm still waiting for things to come into focus. I was so excited in July, still riding on the post-Ironman high, that I couldn't wait to sign up for another race, but now I feel somewhat intimidated about fully committing to the training program again - but here it is!<br />
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In the meantime, I recognize that I have much to look forward to in 2015 and exciting changes are afoot. But there are also some scary unknowns (<a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/d/donaldrums148142.html">the Rumsfeldian "known unknowns" along with the "unknown unknowns"</a>). I hope that I can embrace all of the experiences, good and difficult, and the changes that come my way in 2015.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17208374967597840745noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860426810931434522.post-66489728325543652882015-01-04T18:44:00.003-08:002015-01-04T18:45:30.923-08:00The 2014 Christmas editionI know, I know, it's 2015 already yet I'm still stuck in 2014. With the return to work looming (ack, tomorrow!), I want to express gratitude for the fun times that we had over the Christmas break with good friends and family in Colorado. Although it made for a busier trip, I felt particularly lucky this year that we were able to see both sides of our families, spending time with Michael's family in Boulder and skiing with my family.<br />
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After a few quick days in Boulder (most of which we spent running errands, although we hit some of our favorite places - <a href="http://saltthebistro.com/">Salt</a>, <a href="http://backcountrypizzaandtaphouse.com/">Backcountry Pizza</a> which is notable for an outstanding beer list, and <a href="http://www.mountainsunpub.com/">Southern Sun</a>), we headed to Keystone, Colorado to meet up with my family. This was a repeat of our trip two years ago which was fine by me. We discovered that a ski trip suited everyone - giving us enough freedom yet still allowing us to be together. One of our first stops was Keystone Village where I posed with the ice sculptures alongside my niece and nephews:<br />
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The skiing was really great this year thanks to a few days of major snowfall right before we arrived (and the day of our arrival). I don't ski all-out, super hard-core these days, largely because I'm nervous about injuring myself, but we had several great days out there. What most surprised us was the lack of lift lines - we rarely had to wait at all, and when we did, the lines were quite short. It was fun to see my niece and nephews on the slopes too. We didn't ski too much with them, but they are becoming very good skiers and it's fun to watch them on slopes!</div>
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The last day was probably the warmest, so we got in one final morning before returning to Boulder for a New Year's Eve celebration. We closed out 2014 and brought in 2015 with a competitive game of <a href="http://cardsagainsthumanity.com/">Cards Against Humanity</a>, plenty of champagne and caps that Michael's mother made for all of us.</div>
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We spent New Year's Day in Boulder - going for a walk, visiting family, and I even motivated for a New Year's Day run in the cold (for me, it was freezy!), the perfect way to start 2015. It was a full Christmas/New Year's break, and while at times I missed the low-key nature that often defines our holidays, it was great to see so many people and share the holidays with them. We definitely ate and drank and played pretty hard, and I'm now ready to focus on 2015 and all that it will bring!</div>
Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17208374967597840745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860426810931434522.post-16967384819958434282014-12-16T06:56:00.000-08:002014-12-16T16:42:20.727-08:00A "cat" in the house!I know, there have been plenty of new additions to the house with the Bat. And now it seems that there is a cat - or a kitten! <br />
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For the 2015 year, I'll be training and participating in events as a <a href="https://vanderkitten.com/vip/">Vanderkitten VIP</a>, which is basically the Vanderkitten Brand Ambassador-type program. I admit that I was super surprised. I'd been looking at VK gear for over a year and was planning on getting a kit. When I saw that they were soliciting applications for the 2015 VIP program, I thought "Why not apply? I have nothing to lose." So, I applied, hit "send" and didn't hear from the company for a while. Then, last week, I got an email informing me that I had been selected as a VIP. Whoo-hoo!</div>
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The company's slogan is "Clothing for women who kick ass" and it supports women in a variety of sports, but focusing on biking (mountain, cyclocross and road). It's a bit daunting for me to be included in such a group, but I'll try to rise to the challenge! I'm definitely excited to connect with other women who are swim/bike/running. While I lean heavily to the introverted side of things, I do find that meeting up with people, especially for training (serious or not), is energizing, and I'm hoping that I'll find a few more training partners and get to know some cool women. All while sporting some great gear!</div>
Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17208374967597840745noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860426810931434522.post-69798703903946838842014-12-07T07:49:00.001-08:002014-12-07T12:28:42.080-08:00The post-Thanksgiving postGratitude is one of those ubiquitous topics at this time of year, and it probably should be more common, for me at least, on regular basis. Also, I'm always a bit late with my Thanksgiving post (<a href="http://peripateticla.blogspot.com/2013/12/belated-gratitude-bike-fitting-and.html">see last year</a>) and the beginning of December is such a fun time as well with Michael's birthday, so a later gratitude/Thanksgiving post seems appropriate.<br />
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But I do have so much to be thankful for right now, and it's nice to remember that and take stock. First of all, we had a fabulous Thanksgiving break. It was low-key, but just what we needed, a mix of social outings (we went out for Mexican food twice - how is that not a major win?!), plenty of fun activities and also some down-time. Thanksgiving day was busy early on, as I went and "oversaw" students who were making food that we then delivered to <a href="http://www.midnightmission.org/">The Midnight Mission</a>, an organization in Downtown LA that helps homeless families and individuals. I hate to admit this, but I was a bit grumbly before, not nearly as excited about helping out as I should have been. However, once I arrived on Thursday morning and the kids came, something *clicked* and I realized that I was so lucky to be able to help out in this very small way. Also, the kids really do most of the work - they just need an adult around in case there's an issue, like someone cuts off a finger (hasn't happened yet, knock on wood). <br />
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Once I returned home, we had a low-key Thanksgiving dinner, just the two of us, but then met at some friends' for dessert which was fantastic - a nice buffet of pies, bread pudding, cookies and we brought a pear and apple crisp with whipped cream. We followed up Thursday with a trip to West LA, looking for bike gear for me and finishing that outing at <a href="http://www.lacma.org/">LACMA</a>. We really enjoyed the two exhibits we saw - Samurai: Japanese Armor and Pierre Huyghe (I'd never heard of the latter, but apparently he is a big deal, at <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2014/09/07/arts/design/fall-arts-preview-pierre-huyghes-unpredictable-retrospective.html?_r=0">least according to the NYTimes</a>, and so is this exhibit; I must admit that I looked up information about Pierre Huyghe after the exhibit, but maybe that's the point of going to a museum?). <br />
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Returning to work this week was a bit brutal, but knowing that we have Christmas break right around the corner has helped! Also, celebrating Michael's birthday gave us both something to look forward to. It was pretty low-key in terms of gift-giving, but we went out to dinner on Saturday at a new place that, as they say, knocked our socks off. I'd read good reviews of <a href="http://bacomercat.com/home.html">Bäco Mercat</a>, but really had no idea what to expect. It's funny, when we lived in Silverlake, we rarely ate at places in Downtown and usually headed further west for a "fancy" night out. Now that we are further east, the idea of going so much further west seems ridiculous. Fortunately, a lot of great restaurants have opened up Downtown, so we are happy to explore at least one of those new, hip and happening places. And, holy crap, it was amazing - one of the best meals I've had. EVER, I think. It was that good. I don't even know what kind of food I would call it because some dishes had a Middle Eastern tang, like the fried squash blossoms and the sunchoke dish that we ordered (sunchokes are amazing, by the way, as I discovered last night), but then other dishes definitely leaned to Asian influences, like the peppers and kale and the duck confit, which I could only describe with superlative after superlative. And I don't mean to forget about the drinks and desserts. The drinks feature "shrub", which Jonathan Gold, the LA Times and LAWeekly food critic, describes here: "Shrub is an artisanal thing, the bartender's equivalent of the array of jams and preserves flooding Etsy at the moment." I also loved that it was a very casual place - and fantastic for people watching!<br />
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The other major gratitude this week? RAIN! Yes, it rained in Southern CA, like a real storm. While it certainly doesn't solve the drought, it came as welcome relief and we might even get some more rain this week (please, please, please). The best thing about the rain? Going for a run in the days following the storm. Southern CA is at its best following a storm.<br />
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So, lots of small moments to enjoy and take in and appreciate.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17208374967597840745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860426810931434522.post-63508621844774651392014-11-30T17:59:00.001-08:002014-12-01T07:03:19.815-08:00Bonding with "the Bat" (aka The Sweet Ride)So, the Sweet Ride (the Cervelo) has an official name - the Bat. When I first had my eye on the Quintana Roo and a few other bikes, a part of the appeal, other than the price, was the color - black. As much as I've liked my Trek, I haven't loved a white bike. I realize that this is the most insignificant detail when it comes to purchasing and owning a bike, but I really liked the idea of a black bike, in part because I already had a name that I thought would stick - the Bat. But then, I ditched the idea of the QR and opted for yet another white bike because of minor things like fit. So, I considered other names for it, but somehow, once I started riding the Cervelo, the Bat seemed even more accurate because of how compact I feel when I ride. So, the name has stuck. It's even better in Spanish and is actually one of my favorite words - <i>Murciélago</i>. Also, there ARE albino bats and such a thing as an Honduran white bat, so maybe "the White Bat" isn't too silly.<br />
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We'll see whether or not I'm a faster cyclist with more time on the Bat, but I have noticed a difference on the run. While I'm not running tons of miles off the bike at this point, I am faster, and not because of my fabulous run fitness these days. It still feels just as hard to run off the bike, especially the first mile, but when I look down at my pace, it's faster than I would expect. So, this might be a very exciting development - but I'd better learn to ride long on the Bat.</div>
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Although it would seem to be an impulse buy, that isn't the case. First of all, I've been looking at tri bikes for the past 18 months. Maybe even 24? While I really do like/love my Trek and have no regrets about 'racing' my first irondistance event with a road bike, as I thought about 2015, it seemed like investing in a tri bike wouldn't be a waste of money. I didn't want to be one of those people who buys a tri bike for one race and then never rides it after said race. Plus, my road bike really is a good bike, so I was conflicted about adding yet another bike to my growing collection. </div>
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After many conversations, I felt good about the decision to commit to a tri bike, so then I started looking around seriously - mainly online, but looking to buy, not just to look. Then, two weeks ago, when <a href="http://peripateticla.blogspot.com/2014/11/recent-getaways-ca-coast-and-tijuana.html">we went to Tijuana</a>, I stopped by <a href="http://www.nytro.com/">Nytro,</a> a shop in Encinitas that specializes in triathlon, and did some serious shopping. Going into this process, I wasn't considering a Cervelo at all, but was looking at Quintana Roo. So, they got me on a Quintana Roo after taking my measurements, and made some adjustments and then more adjustments, and then I went out for a ride on it. I didn't ride very far, in part because I was so nervous about riding! It was a completely different experience - I'm so used to the fit and feel of my Trek, and while I was still riding a bike, I found it difficult to relax and get comfortable on the bike and I couldn't climb on it at all (also, I was nervous about falling or something, scratching the bike and then having to buy it!). While I really wanted to like the QR, I had serious doubts about buying a tri bike after that test ride. </div>
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After thinking about the bike for much of last week and reading a ton of reviews about the P2, we then went back south last Saturday (I realize that I live in the LA area and yet I bike shop in other cities - don't ask). I took the bike for a LONGER ride which was good; I was less nervous so I could enjoy the ride quite a bit more. This definitely helped me make the decision to pull the trigger and buy the bike!</div>
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Fortunately, the scrape has healed, and I'm none worse for the wear - nor is the bike. And the saddle was no surprise - trying out the bike, I was about 99.9% certain that I'd need a new saddle. After Sunday's fairly short ride, I knew that I either had to become a nun or get a new saddle. The first option was out, so, I took it to the bike store here to inquire about different options. When I rolled in the bike and explained my woes, the salesguy said "That is not a good saddle for women". Good to know that I'm not the only one! <br />
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This past week, I rode the bike several times on the trainer (first time on the trainer since June, cough cough), and then Michael and I went out and rode the San Gabriel River bike path today. This, by the way, was after an aborted attempt to go to Joshua Tree to ride yesterday. We turned around at Highway 62, the road that leads to JTree, because the wind was insane - we even took the bikes off the bike rack on top of the car because the gusts were so strong. So, the ride today was a welcome change from all of these mishaps - I did not fall, it was fairly stress-free, and I was able to really appreciate the new bike! I'm still not super fast and need to get used to riding aero, but I feel that I can accelerate quickly and easily, without making a huge effort.<br />
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And the big adventure for us was going to Tijuana, MX last weekend for Día de los Muertos with a tour group called <a href="http://www.turistalibre.com/">Turista Libre </a>which offers unconventional tours of Tijuana. I've been to Mexico quite a bit, especially if you count all of the trips to the Texas border towns, but in the past 9 years, Michael and I haven't traveled south of the border here in California at all. Most of it, to be honest, has to do with the fact that the situation in Mexico isn't 100% stable, and we aren't comfortable driving and exploring on our own, which is really too bad. It's such a beautiful country and has so much to offer, which makes me even sadder that we can't (or don't) travel much south of the border. Given our tentativeness, an organized tour seemed to be the best way to venture south, and on Día de los Muertos? Major score! I've never been to Mexico on or around Día de los Muertos, but we certainly talk about it in our Spanish classes, so this was exciting. </div>
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We spent Saturday night around San Diego - just north, in Del Mar - and headed south Sunday morning. We met up with the group right on the border. The French teacher from school was actually the person who told us about the tour, and she and her husband also came along. It was funny because as we were driving through San Diego, Michael kept asking me "Do you feel like we're close to Mexico?", and I kept saying no, no, no. But once we were right on the border, I got out of the car and it definitely felt like the border (duh, it WAS the border, but there is just that feel that you have). So, our guide, a US writer who has lived in TJ for the past 7 years, met us on the US side and then we crossed the border, got on a bus and headed to Puerta Blanca, Tijuana's largest cemetery. Before we left for the cemetery, our guide gave everyone on the bus a shot of mezcal. Now that's a way to get your day going!</div>
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The one negative about the experience was the sense that we were such tourists. Don't get me wrong, we WERE tourists, but to go with a group, well, it highlights that touristy feeling. Also, you can't choose everyone else (or we couldn't), so we encountered a few annoying people. I had to bite my tongue at least once. But, in general, we weren't on top of the other people and mainly could explore on our own, but when we were on the bus and at dinner, I couldn't shake the sense that this must be the experience that people have on a cruise ship. </div>
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Committing to the race was easy, but recommitting to running was a challenge. August was a slog-fest - every single run felt slow and hard, no exaggeration. I finally seemed to find my running 'legs' at the end of September/beginning of October and felt a bit more confident about this race, until two weeks before the race when my body started to fall apart. It's funny that I've never (knock on wood) had major issues with phantom pains during triathlon taper, but almost every time I'm gearing up for a half-marathon or other race, I seem to struggle. Last week, I had a knee issue which freaked me out a bit. Once I decided that my knee was fine (actually, my ART doctor told me it was), I then came down with a nasty case of laryngitis that developed into a full-blown cold. So much for that last long run. Finally, no joke, I went to a spinning class this past Thursday and afterwards, my right foot/ankle area was swollen and a bit twitchy on Friday and Saturday. </div>
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I knew that while I'd seen some speed at a few track workouts, I hadn't put in the miles for a really solid race, and that was okay. I had zero interest in chasing a PR at this point. But, I was talking off my big mouth at this Tuesday's track practice with a few other people who were also running and predicted my finish time between 1:45-1:50. I had no idea why I blabbed that much, probably because I was running fast mile repeats with them and I felt overly confident. Or oxygen wasn't flowing well to my brain, so I was being overly stupid. Whatever the case, once I said that, publicly, I had to commit to that time. Such a dumbass.</div>
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As for pre-race, we had to pick up the packet on Saturday, and as much as I kind of hate the day-before-the-race-mandatory-pick-up, Michael and I ended up spending some time in downtown LA. I'm embarrassed to say that I don't remember the last time we'd been downtown, but suffice it to say that it's been a while! Anyway, I checked in, got the goods (tshirt, race bib) and didn't really pay much attention to anything, which continued to race day, to my regret*. I know that a lot of people ooh and aah over expos, and I understand the appeal, but I'm always hesitant to go drop major bucks on anything. So, I refrained from spending money and we made a beeline out of the convention center and went to LA's <a href="http://www.grandcentralmarket.com/">Grand Central Market</a> which has, over the past few months, gone through a revamp and (because of this?) has become super hip and happening. Again, the last time I went to Grand Central Market was probably 18 months ago on a school field trip. Wow, has it changed! When we first walked in, I couldn't believe the line of people waiting to eat at <a href="http://www.eggslut.com/">Eggslut</a>. I thought that I was in a Portlandia episode! And I must admit that I kind of want to eat there now...</div>
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We had actually already eaten a decent-sized brunch, so we ended up getting a new battery for my watch and we got some mole paste at one of the vendors. I can't wait to make mole at home! Despite the uber-cool vibe that has changed Grand Central Market, most of the old vendors are still there, which is good to see, and they are thriving. So, the change seems to be favoring them too.</div>
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First of all, when my alarm went off this morning, I woke up immediately but thought "Why the fuck did I set my alarm for 4:30 am?! I'm a moron!". And then I remembered - oh, yeah, a race. I honestly considered going back to sleep, but decided that I'd regret that decision. So, I got up and did all the pre-race stuff. Plus, I actually arrived early enough to get on-street parking. Total score! I hate paying for parking, so it was kind of worth it to arrive well over an hour before the race started. And then, it was the waiting game until around 7:00 am. Start time! Well, almost - I wasn't, shockingly enough, in the first corral. </div>
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But I didn't have to wait too long to start which was nice. So, I crossed the start line and tried to figure out what I pace I should be running that I could sustain. 8:20's? Sure, that feels fine. Also, I was surprised to see a number of people that I knew racing, and while it's nice to say hello and cheer people on, I realized today that I don't like to "race" with other people. Not that I'm competitive with them, but I like to zone out and focus on my own race. Good to know. </div>
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The race course was okay - it was fun to run around downtown LA, at least for the first 6 miles which took us over to USC, where we ran around the <a href="http://www.lacoliseum.com/">Coliseum</a> (that was probably the highlight), and then we ran back to the Staple Center area and from there did another out-and-back. I felt really good until about mile 9, and at that point, I decided that I need push it a bit harder. That's all well and good, but right after I had that little pep talk with myself, I then had to haul up a bridge (or hill, however you want to look at it). Also, my Garmin miles were further and further off the race miles, which was pretty frustrating at that point. But I kept trucking along, was happy to hit the turnaround on the bridge, and at mile 10, there was the usual "only a 5K to go" line. However, those last 3.1 miles sucked. First of all, according to my watch, it was longer than 3.1. Also, I had changed my goal pace at some point in the race, so now I had to pick up the pace over those last 3.1 miles to feel "accomplished". Somehow, I managed to sneak in just under 1:45 which felt pretty good. Actually, it felt terrible at the time - in fact, I kept telling myself "This is worse than the IM run". Obviously, going slow and steady after a long swim and bike is much easier for me than trying to run a fast (for me) half marathon on limited training. Who knew?</div>
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Once I finished, I thought that I might be sick but managed to keep my stomach together. In general, the finish line food left me fairly unimpressed. As a whole, the race was well-organized, and it was sort of fun to run through some parts of LA that I normally wouldn't venture. However, the post-race food left a lot to be desired. The one MAJOR bonus was that Noosa was there giving away yogurt - and they let people take as much as they wanted. I now wish that I had taken more than the 5 small containers...</div>
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Final thoughts - It was definitely not my best race nor my favorite race, but I'm glad that ran it. There were plenty of people sporting Halloween costumes, so that was entertaining, and there was good music scattered throughout the course. It did feel very local to me - despite being a larger race than I usual run, I managed to see quite a few people that I knew, which was quite fun. And I was happy with my final time, which I ended up pushing myself to get. The irony there is that I put the wrong band on my shoe (put the tracker on my gear bag), so according to the results, I didn't even run! I feel like a bit of an idiot, but it also makes me laugh. There are worse things in the world than not having an official finish time. The medal is super silly (Halloween-themed), but I really like the shirt, so I'll call it a 'win'. Also, all of my phantom pains? Gone on race day!</div>
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And so ends my 2014 "racing season". I'd say that there were some good milestones. I didn't race a lot, just a handful of times, but they were all quality races, in one way or another. Even this one, which I kind of shrugged off, did give me the chance to push myself fairly hard. And I'm not in the best shape at the moment, but that's okay too. I suppose I'll enjoy the challenge of building that back. </div>
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Since we returned from our road trip at the beginning of August, I planned on using the time before school started wisely and productively. I would get my shit ready for school AND I would try to rebuild some sort of fitness 'base'. Today being the first of September, I have to report that I accomplished neither goal. I should be ready for classes on Wednesday, so that is progress, and last Friday, as I struggled through a very slow and hot run, I decided that I was officially sick of sucking so much - at least at running. I can tolerate my less-than-stellar physical prowess when it comes to biking and swimming, although yesterday was a major wake-up call in the pool (this is what happens when you take 2 months off from swimming: you get slow).</div>
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Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17208374967597840745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860426810931434522.post-49959616854836834672014-08-10T10:16:00.000-07:002014-08-10T10:21:12.326-07:00The final road-trip round-up!After 6 weeks away from home, we returned last Sunday - and it's taken me about a week to settle back into "life". I still have the luxury of a summer schedule, so that did make the week much easier than if I had jumped right back into a rigid routine. <br />
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<i>Fun picture of the Locks working; not a great photo of Michael</i></div>
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After Seattle, we headed north to Bellingham. The last time we visited B-ham was 2 years ago in June. Let me say that July is a much better time to visit this part of the world! This was also a relaxing stay, although my cousin did have some plans for us! First of all, we went to an outdoor concert the day we arrived and saw the <a href="http://marchfourthmarchingband.com/">March Fourth Marching Band</a> which was a fantastic way to spend our evening - the band was GREAT! It was definitely more than a band with people on stilts that were dancing and performing for the crowd. We also spent time on the water - my cousin and I went for an open water swim at Lake Padden, and we were able to enjoy sunsets and even kayaked for an afternoon. </div>
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<i>Here I am with my cousin.</i></div>
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<i>Michael and I enjoying the sunset</i></div>
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After our WA state visit, it was time for Colorado! So, we trekked back to Idaho and then south - driving through Utah and Wyoming before hitting I-25 south to Colorado, where we spent time in Boulder and Breckenridge. In Boulder, we tried to be a bit more active than we had been in WA, running low miles at slow speeds and biking, stuck on the wheels of faster cyclists. It was rough getting my legs and lungs moving again, especially at altitude, but probably good for me! I can't say that I was back in any sort of "training" mode since plenty of nights had elements of this:</div>
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We rounded out our Colorado visit with a trip to Breckenridge to see my aunt and uncle - it is definitely part of our summer tradition at this point since we've visited them the past 3-4 summers there. The weather thwarted our plans to hike Mt. Quandary, one of the easier 14-ers, but we finally managed to make it to <a href="http://www.summitcountyexplorer.com/HIKES/Mohawk%20Lake%20-%20Hiking%20Trail.htm">Mohawk Lake</a>, a hike that was rained out when we attempted it 2 years ago. We made it to lower Mohawk Lake last time, but this year we climbed to the upper lake - definitely worth the final push as it offered a beautiful lake, alpine meadows and dramatic granite 'walls'. <br />
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For the final leg of our trip, we headed to the San Francisco Bay area for a friend's wedding in Marin. There was a bicycle theme, since the bride and groom are both really into biking:</div>
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Also, their dog was the ring-bearer! In addition to the wedding festivities, we spent the morning at Point Reyes and found a dog-friendly beach that was a great little walk for all of us. <br />
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<i>Gus and I at Limantour Beach</i></div>
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Finally, we head back home last Sunday - I don't think I've ever been so ready to return to our humble abode as I was last Sunday. We felt really lucky that we had the opportunity to be on the road for so long and to see so many friends and family members and visit wonderful places, some new to us and others old, familiar haunts. But, it also made me appreciate returning to my space and my bed!</div>
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