I’m SO excited — I have a road bike! Well, it’s coming. I bid during the last minute of bidding on eBay for a 2007 Specialized Ruby Comp road bike in my perfect size (51cm). I breathlessly watched the seconds tick down on the auction and cheered when I won the bid. The bike is a super lightweight carbon fiber bike with great quality components and in fantastic condition.
It’s coming from Reno this week and hopefully it’ll be in before the weekend so I can hit the LBS (local bike shop) and get it fitted and put some platform pedals on. I need some platform pedals before braving clipless pedals and shoes — gotta walk before I can fly. :) I’ll review the bike this weekend after my first ride.
We ran four miles today, ran out of time to go any further, but it went okay. I need to stop being so Type A about my pace and time and start focusing on time on feet and mileage. The speed will come. Always easier said than done, of course. Looking forward to adding some bike mileage to the mix soon!
In the quest to live my most awesomest life ever, I have now thrown my hat into the triathlon ring. Do I have a bike yet? Nope. Working on it. Swim? Yep, pretty good at it, but it’s been *cough* (many) years since I swam the 2.4 mile open water swim in high school. Run? The answer to that used to be “only when chased by a bear” but now it’s become a regular thing with the Disneyland Half-Marathon looming large in September.
I don’t know what’s up with me these days, but the more time I spend doing something fit, the more it makes me want to get even fitter. After watching the Oceanside Ironman 70.3, the whole triathlon thing has been bouncing around the walls of my brain like a tiny Superball. I don’t know that I’ll ever do an Ironman. I don’t know that I’ll even do a half-Ironman (or 70.3 as they like to refer to it). But those sprint tri’s and Olympic distance tri’s are starting to intrigue me a little bit.
I think what I like most so far (besides just the athleticism) is that it’s a whole different world than what I know. I love learning new things — no matter what it is, I want to know everything I possibly can about it. I don’t know how to change a bike tire yet, or have any of the (pricey) triathlon suits and gear. But I’m ready to learn.
Until I get a bike (been surfing Craigslist and eBay for a solid entry-level road bike that has minimum of Shimano 105 groupset), there’s running and swimming. I can even do “Aquathons” or “Splash ‘n Dash” races where you swim then run. I’ll get a bike within the next month or two though — the hard part is being as small as I am, most of the bikes are WAY too big for me.
Not giving up any of my other fun things like hot air ballooning, hiking, gaming, late-night coding, or all the other adventures we have. I’m now just adding three more sports into the mix. ;-) The fun part about tri training is I can do much of it over the summer when it’s too hot to go ballooning anyway. I guess early morning wake-up calls are becoming a part of my permanent life!
Find something you want to learn, and just throw your whole heart into it. It’s better than watching life pass you by as you watch “The Biggest Loser” or “American Idol”. Get out there, pick something, even if you don’t know the first thing about it. Hit the library (and the interwebs) and start reading and doing!
No, this isn’t a post about Charlie Sheen (thank God). But it is a post about winning. Not that all-out uber-aggressive kind of winning either, but small wins. When learning something new or improving a skill you already possess, I’m finding that those tiny little victories are what make me keep going.
Take learning a new programming language, for instance. We all traditionally have learned “Hello World” as our first “words” in any language. Why? It’s simple, easy to understand, and gives you your first win. That win is what gives you the confidence to tell yourself, “Hey, I can do this!” Learning a new technology (or a new sport) can be daunting if you immediately aim for the hardest task out there. Start slow and give yourself LOTS of little wins along the way.
Training for my half-marathon later this year, I didn’t go out and run 13.1 immediately just to see how it felt — if I did, I probably would never run again! The meat of my training consists of small wins: 30 minute training runs three times a week, and one long run every other week. The long runs help you build up that base, but without those little training runs during the week, you’re apt to injure yourself and be off for a few weeks. My little wins during the long run consist of a few gummi worms after I hit the 5 mile mark. It’s just a little bit of sugar to perk me up and keep me moving, and it lifts my spirits a bit. Goofy, I know. :)
Treat yourself to some wins when you’re improving yourself. If that means a scoop of ice cream on a Saturday because you rocked every single workout during the week, GO FOR IT! But make sure you’re also treating yourself to some wins when you train though too (hopefully of the non-caloric variety). This could be picking a playlist of your favorite songs, or saving that fun podcast for your hard workout so you have a bit of distraction. If you’re programming, it could be taking thirty minutes and working on the code YOU want to work on, just for fun.
Capitalize on your victories, no matter how small and insignificant they might seem. Every single one is a confidence builder, and will keep you coming back for more. Go on, keep WINNING!
I’m looking forward to joining the .com team at US Airways here in another week or so. It’s a dynamic, brilliant-smart group and they’re working on some fun cutting-edge technology. ASP.net MVC 3, Unity Application Block, Entity Framework, HTML5, CSS3, all the cool stuff!
It’s a drive from Glendale, but the exact same distance I was driving to Old Town Scottsdale while I was doing some freelance contracting work, so I’m used to it. Now I’ll be in range of a lot of friends on the Tempe side of town, and I’ll get to commute with Chuck a few times a week to save on gas and mileage.
So many companies are afraid to take the leap into the newer technologies, instead choosing to hobble along on old frameworks and browsers (IE6, anyone)? Getting to work on the newest of the new, while it can be frustrating at times, is equally fun and rewarding — and hard to find. Finding the sandbox you want to play in most (user interface design and front-end work for me) is a gem. Finding great people to build something in the sandbox with you is even better.
The Warrior Dash 2011 race was in Florence, AZ, this past Saturday and Sunday. They hold races all over the country, but this was the first year in Arizona. I’m beginning to really fall in love with race events. Doesn’t matter if it’s a 5K, a triathlon, or a crazy obstacle race like this one — the people and environment seem to all hold a common thread throughout: positivity. Instead of the “I’m gonna kick your butt” mentality that you see in so many other sports, there was an encouraging, fun-loving atmosphere that really makes the race more fun overall.
I held off on this one because I have a shamefully underpowered upper body. I was afraid I would have 7th grade camp flashbacks of climbing the wooden wall with a rope and failing miserably. So, Chuck signed up and I decided to cheer him on from the sidelines for this race.
We got to the race and I saw almost more women racing than men. I instantly regretted my choice to not race, as the outrageous costumes, team outfits, and groups just looked like they were having the time of their lives. We saw lots of “Underoos” underwear in adult sizes. More than I wanted to see, actually. Spiderman, Superman, Batman underwear-clad males with capes were ready to race. We saw one man in an orange prison jumpsuit and his wife running next to him with a sheriff’s badge. There was an entire team of Richard Simmons’ lookalikes. It was fantastic!
Chuck ran a great race, but in Vibram Five Finger barefoot shoes on a very rocky course, he ended up having to walk quite a bit of it. But I got to catch several points on video where he jumped over two fire pits, plowed through the mud, and climbed over a 20 ft high cargo net. I loved the goofy fun, and hope to race next year side-by-side with Chuck.
It’s all too easy to wallow, worry, fret, and sulk. Competitive personalities (like me) are sometimes quick to frustration when things aren’t going the way you think they should. When you’re stuck, frustrated, angry, and upset, the last thing you need to focus on is how nothing seems to be working right. It’s time to focus on gratitude.
Finding your gratitude is always easier said than done. Human nature tends to find the fault in any situation rather than the opportunity. I have started to remind myself several times a day to be thankful and grateful for something. Pick one specific thing. It can be just a silly, trivial, tiny thing. But it’s a start because you’re grateful for it.
The next time you feel yourself start to slip into negativity, recognize it and stop yourself. Perfect time for you to find another thing to be grateful about. I have to do this at least ten times a day. I have also started to write more frequently in my Moleskine, and instead of making it a bitch session, I write down all the positive things happening, and all the events during the day that give me gratitude.
Taking the time to find something to be grateful for gives you the rare opportunity to live in the moment. As a “Type-A” personality, one of the most difficult things I can do is live in the moment. I’m always chasing the next big thing, whether it’s learning a new programming language, picking up more graphic design, learning to become a runner (and maybe triathlete) or looking forward to the next big contract. Finding my own gratitude is an everyday, ongoing challenge. And I’m grateful for the opportunity. ;)
This past weekend we went to Oceanside, CA to cheer on our friends Dean, Kim, & Rick. They were all racing at the Oceanside Ironman 70.3 which is a half-Ironman triathlon distance. It was our first time experiencing a triathlon race of any distance, and we felt pretty noobish in the beginning trying to figure out where to stand, where to look for our racers, etc.
The Oceanside Ironman 70.3 consists of a 1.2 mile swim followed by a 56 mile bike ride, then a 13.1 mile (half-marathon) run. It’s exactly half of the full Ironman distance, but has all of the challenges that the full does. We were sitting at the harbor dock by 5:45am, waiting on the swim waves to begin. California sea lions frolicked in the harbor, and we saw pelicans, cormorants, and a host of other marine life. Then the gun went off, and the professional triathletes dove into the water to swim out to the start buoy.
It was a bit hard to watch the swim, as it started at a buoy across the harbor and curved out of sight. We waited with anticipation as 22 minutes later, the first professional triathlete swam in and was a blur of wetsuit and water as he sped to the transition (changing area) to get started on the bike leg. We continued to watch the swimmers come in, the majority coming in around 45 minutes or so in huge groups. I saw so many different body shapes, sizes, and challenged athletes.
At one point, I saw a swimmer come into the dock and a volunteer picked up the swimmer and helped them to their transition point. Tears sprung to my eyes when I realized that the swimmer had no legs, and was an above-knee amputee. The challenged athletes were amazing and inspiring, and I watched them with awe and respect. After all, they all swam MUCH faster than I can. I have no excuse for not training hard enough when I run, swim, cross train — or anything.
We cheered on Dean & Kim as they transitioned from swim to bike, bike to run, etc. Then we parked ourselves on a sunny, grassy lawn and cheered for all the runners as they went by during their half-marathon run. We saw all kinds of shapes and body sizes, and everyone had a look of grit and determination on their faces. Later, we headed to the finish line to cheer on the finishing athletes. One finisher was 78 years old — and many others in their 60′s. If I could sum up the entire weekend in one word, it would be inspiring.
Sometimes all it takes is watching someone more challenged than you, with more potential excuses than you, do something truly amazing. Those athletes have motivated me to train harder, run faster, and not use excuses.
I’ve been thinking lately about personal growth. With running, I get frustrated because I feel like I’m so slow and don’t seem to be improving as fast as I’d like. In reality, I’m probably doing quite well — I’ve got that “healthy muscle pain” most days of the week — and that pain brings growth. While I would love to stay with just breezy 2 mile run workouts, I know it’s time to move up. It’s only when you get OUT of your comfort zone that you begin to grow.
Two months ago, an easy two-mile run would have been out of the question in my head. Running a 5K race? You’re kidding, right? Six miles? Oh hell, no. 13.1 mile half-marathon? Thanks, but no thanks. But slowly, I’m moving forward. I know I’ll be ready for that half-marathon this Labor Day, no matter how uncomfortable the thought of it is to me right now.
It makes me wonder about other areas of my life I need to get out of my comfort zone. While I love learning new technologies and languages, it’s always easier just to keep on doing what you already know. So I’ve decided to do my best to stay out of my comfort zone for awhile and keep pushing myself harder in anticipation of growth.
My favorite band, Béla Fleck & the Flecktones, wrote a song called Sojourn of Arjuna. It’s from the Bhagavad Gita and talks about moving forward, fostering growth, stepping out of your comfort zone. Victor Wooten speaks over the instrumental, and one line is, “A man must go forward from where he stands – he cannot jump to the absolute, he must evolve toward it.”
Get out of that comfort zone that you’re cozily snuggled into. Step out into an unknown that makes you uncomfortable, maybe scares you a little. Make those muscles ache, whether it’s your brain, body, or spirit. You’ll be amazed at what you can accomplish while you’re living outside your comfort zone.
Last Saturday Chuck & I did our first “long” run of 6.4 miles in preparation for our half-marathon. We’re both new to running (myself more than him), and we learn something new every run. This was a chance to test our bodies to see what happens – how far can we go and how much will it hurt?
I learned that the little things you don’t notice at mile three, you will suddenly notice at mile six. Like the thick seam on my sock that happened to run across the length of my baby toe. Somewhere around mile six, I wiggled my right baby toe and all of a sudden felt that uncomfortable, scratchy pain that comes from getting blisters. Note to Self: Buy real running socks — the seamless kind. My cheapy ankle socks may be fine for a weekday short run, but miles down the road, the big evil seam on that sock will come back to bite you in the toe.
Next lesson learned: The pain you feel at mile four feels pretty much the same at mile six. Between miles three and four, my hip flexors started getting achy as well as my right knee (thanks figure skating) and my left ankle. Self-defeating thoughts that went through my head: “This sucks. How will I ever do a half-marathon if I’m already sore at mile four? What was I thinking signing up for it and paying the entry fee — I’m not a runner!” But I just kept going, using our run/walk intervals as planned. A great song came up next on my iPhone and I just kept running. Pretty soon, mile five was down and the pain hadn’t gotten any worse. A little later, mile six was done and the pain was slightly less than before.
I learned that you can run through the pain and in most cases, just learn to deal with it. It didn’t get worse, which gave me confidence that I was able to keep downing mile after mile, because I wasn’t going to break. It made me think of Dory from Finding Nemo: “Just keep swimming, just keep swimming.”
Finally, at mile 6.4, we made it home. We walked a little loop to cool down and then I took a hot shower to ease the muscle aches. Then all I wanted to do was lie down on the couch, but knowing that would make it worse, we got changed and went to Matsuri Japanese Festival in downtown Phoenix and walked around for a few hours. That night was a rough night, as we were both pretty achy, but I was surprised to find that by morning, most of the aches were not as bad and I was left with that “I had a really great hard workout” ache.
Now it’s Monday and I feel like I could do it all over again. But I’ll stick to two “normal” run workouts during the week and then maybe hit a great long run next weekend to build up some more muscle and endurance. I never thought I’d begin to like running as much as I do already!
Who knew, that in the span of just a couple of months, I’d actually begin to ENJOY running? What are these shenanigans? In the beginning of January, I started a Couch-to-5K program. On February 12th, Chuck & I ran our very first race — the SkirtChaser 5K in Tempe, Arizona.
Our times weren’t spectacular, but neither of us were runners prior to this year. The SkirtChaser 5K has the girls starting first as a head start, and then the guys get to start three minutes later. It was an “out and back” course, and Chuck caught up to me just on the other side of the halfway point. Then we ran the rest of the race together. My time was 38:47 and Chuck was about 35:45.
Three lessons I learned from my very first race (that I will probably look back at and laugh about down the road):
1) Posture Counts. I got very tired for that last mile or so, and had my head down and shuffled along with a slow, lame jog. The next day, I found that I had pulled most of my back muscles from that unnatural, heads-down posture. Ever since that run, I’m running heads-up these days.
2) Liquid is Good. I learned that I get dry mouth during a race. An aid station with a few sips of Gatorade at the 1.6 mile point wasn’t enough. Next race? Definitely getting a FuelBelt.
3) Don’t Be a Hero – Walk. I’m no natural-born Tarahumara runner. I’m turtle-slow, and I have to work at it. I’ve been training with the Jeff Galloway run-walk method. But for that race, I wanted to RUN! And as a result, because I didn’t walk at all for the first 8 minutes, I was spent for the last half of the race and quite sore the next day. Had I used the proper run/walk intervals, my time probably would have been faster and my recovery better as well. Live and learn — that’s what life’s about mostly, isn’t it?
Training with the run/walk method, I’ve been trying all kinds of intervals on the same 2.01 mile course during my weekday runs. Last night I tried a 30/35 (walk 30 seconds, run 35 seconds) instead of a 2 min run / 1 min walk. I was shocked to find that I ran a full MINUTE FASTER average pace than my best workout time from before! My run periods were coming down into 8 and 9 minute miles, and my average pace went from a 12:20 down to an 11:32!
We’re at the point where we’re starting to do long runs (long for us being six miles) on the weekends, and then over the next few months, work up to that 13.1 mile half-marathon we have in September at Disneyland. Two months ago, the thought of me running the Disneyland Half-Marathon was ridiculous. Now, I can see it happening. I even wonder if I’ll do a full marathon one day!
ASP.net UI/UX Developer by day, a million other hobbies by night. Attracted to shiny objects that need recharging. Passion for life, love, and sushi. Hot air ballooning, triathlon, running, hiking, books, and travel are just a few of my interests. Multi-platform (Android and iOS) enthusiast.