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The recent Ironman Mont Tremblant race brought up an issue we have rarely thought about after all these years: the toll these races have on the body and soul of both the athlete and spectator. My triathlete is hurting for the first time after 10 full-distance races and man, I hurt, too. My feet, oh my pitiful feet. I have learned over the years to…
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Don’t feel bad if you aren’t vegan, organic, gluten-free, or even remotely fat, sugar or preservative paranoid. Don’t feel self- conscience if you don’t eat enough fruit and bright vegetables. Enjoy the fact that triathletes, unlike most other mortal beings, are more than likely able to get away with indulging in unrestricted eating. Take a look at what’s on the menu at my house! All…
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If you are ever called upon to pack a tri bike, here are some suggestions for making your life easier. I’ve had too much personal experience doing this, as my husband often gets stuck out of town (how convenient) and I end up transporting the bike and meeting him at the race. You do have several options besides traveling with the bike yourself. These include…
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It is now 3PM on a Saturday afternoon and I sit here alone writing this blog. Carl is out on a bike ride. It’s supposed to be 4 hours, but I have to remain flexible. He is alone, which always makes me very nervous. I much prefer when he rides with a friend, just in case…. I make sure he wears his ID, he uses…
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Alarm goes off…..Wait, what time is it? It’s still dark…… 4:30am!? Aahhh….silence. He’s turned it off – must have been a mistake. 10 minutes later …….REPEAT. 10 minutes after THAT- ARE YOU KIDDING ME! He rolls out of bed, heads to the bathroom and turns on the light. I roll over and cover my eyes, trying, oh so trying, to go back to sleep. Then…
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Wow. My story. I’m not sure how to do this. It’s always been about “My Husband’s Story” in getting into Ironman…. not mine. But it is true, I guess, that it is my story too, because it has affected my life – OUR life together in profound ways. I just never thought about it being my story to tell. So, here goes! I was born…
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Moving from LA to the east coast in 1997, my once hard-bodied man turned into a workaholic couch potato; snowstorms did not help the cause. As you can imagine, this meant putting on the pounds. It finally took seeing that “huge ass” (his words not mine) in one too many pictures to bring about change. It started with joining a gym and progressed to signing…
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