What I’m Up To

That's an old mantra of mine. So if you don't totally lose control of your bike at some point during your hard ride, then, you just aren't pushing your limits.  You're holding back. So yesterday, I was there, almost there.  I can feel it in my blood, surging, pushing through my arteries from my heart to my brain. I want to ride my bike hard enough that I lose control.  That I am pushing my limits hard enough, that I slide out of a turn, hit my shoulder on a tree, or just

Everything rocked. Today, I had an awesome swim.  I cranked out a 2000 like it was nothing, meters, of course.  Nothing too exciting.  A 2 x interrupted 500 for time that put me at 8:50.  In meters, of course. Then a 500 kick ( one of my toenails finally came off) - 100 with zoomers - 100 with fins - 100 dolphin - 100 back - 100 reverse fly Then, I did some other really cool stuff.  I was swimming with the girls next to me, and my husband on the other side, it was cool. Then 10

Generally, lately it's the other way around: "my ride was so bad, Idid cry." I'm not sure if it was because I was in South Lake all day and then went straight to Isle de Bois, or if the teaspoon of Sodium Bicarbonate I took. Whatever it was, I could breath again, and I felt strong.  Either way, more will have to come like that. This morning I was doing some research about Steven Johnson Disease, which can be triggered by an allergy to sulfa(sulfur) based medicines.  I found that if you

Wow'sers, what a week! A great week of training, a great week of car shopping, a great week of support from all my contacts on FB(Facebook).  Yesterday was my birthday and it was a great day. There was one sad part, maybe two(but the one thing is gas related so we don't talk about that here, they're doing a 24 hour a day frac job .5 miles from my home, oops, slip) All the trails were closed and I couldn't do my birthday, Friday Therapy Ride.  Now that's tough!  Everything else was DI-vine! I

I know I didn't feel that great. Some how the old man rallied me up, loaded my car, said I would be 'mad if I woke up in the morning and felt good'. So off I went on "the road to Warda." It was like a dream, it was like driving on the 4th of July. There was carnage all over the road.  I have never seen so many accidents, flares, and emergency vehicles on a drive in my life- or stupid people driving over 40 mph. I made it to Giddings, and figured the Ranch gate would

I got out of the shower. And all of a sudden I didn't feel very well so I stuck a thermometer in my mouth: 100.5. And I am totally ready to go.  That's the part that is a total bummer. Another year and my birthday bash, is out the window. It's so sad, I think, I need a bucket.

Slow and steady, like the Tortoise.  Seems to be a much used statement from no other than, Moi! I sent Ken to Fastenal with the Truck.  So I have until after 4 to "get ready" to go. My food is almost ready. My bikes are ready. My lights are ready. I'm not ready. We have had snow days since Tuesday.  I am forgetting what it's like to be a part of the work force.  My oldest monkey doesn't want to go back.  She likes hanging with Mom at the homestead.

1.28.2011 Friday, it was 76 degrees.  And it made it wonderful to do my therapy ride in.  It was very good therapy.  The Hilliard Site is down, so I didn't need to worry about any kind of sulfur, all I had to do was ride.  I wanted to push my limits.  I wanted to see where I could go. I hadn't been there in a long time so I didn't know what would happen. Fart

Thanks to everyone who was super nice and called out passing.  I really needed that yesterday.  It was tough being out there.  It was really tough when all that hard soil turned to mush.  And I kept thinking, 'my jaw surgeon wouldn't be too happy about this'. 4 weeks post total jaw reconstructive surgery.  I have to say, today I feel pretty darn good. I walked the two rock gardens, the Flinstones, I began riding Fred's but continued to walk Barney's.  I didn't go through the slot, and a couple of times

And that's exactly what I have had to do for Saturday. That's what I had to remind my ol' man yesterday while he was on the golf course.  It's not about winning or losing it's about playing the game, and having fun. I don't want to give up on my goals.  I have to let go of the idea that I will be any good, and just have fun, and ride for a long time; 3 x longer than I have in months. (shake of head) It's important to set aside one goal to