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Thursday, September 16, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Cycling injury...
You should see these photos. So weird!! Don't click if easily grossed out (or do click and just don't be mad at me!)
Camping!
We went camping a couple of weekends ago at Lake Walupt with Tessa, Jeremy, Kate and Jordan. It was REALLY fun! We spent most of the weekend in socks and sandals and wearing winter coats (i.e. it was cold). We ate yummy food and ate so many marshmallows.
We ate a yummy fried lunch in Roslyn and drank beer before dinner-time and I remembered what it was like to have time to relax.
After camping, we drove to Tieton and stayed at my parents house for the night (they were out of town!). It was so relaxing and fun. We drank coffee, picked berries from the garden and visited old friends. We spent the next day antiquing and bought these amazing scissors that basically look like this and went on a roadtrip through so many cute small towns.
We have decided it would be best to build a tiny house in Thorp on the river and take over the town. If you are trying to find us in 3 years, that's where we will be.
We ate a yummy fried lunch in Roslyn and drank beer before dinner-time and I remembered what it was like to have time to relax.
Ironman? Oh, no thanks!
This summer has been jam-packed full of fun! We have spent every weekend away since I completed school and it's already September (how did that happen?!).
We spent the first weekend with Brother Nick and Sister-in-law Hilary. Hil and I impulse signed up for an Ironman 70.3 in Lake Stevens during a moment of glory (we were totally hung-over...new years day). Eight months after the mistake, the day from hell arrived. Hil is strong. Really strong. And she trained...well. Really well. I trained well too...for like 3 weeks of the 20. I spent the last 3 weeks before the event resting after tweaking my knee. I couldn't run and cycling was uncomfortable.
I planned on not running at all and completing just the swim and bike. But just as I had managed to sign up for the event in a moment of glory, I also decided to do the run in a moment of glory. I had already swam 1.2 miles without a wetsuit (4 people out of 1400 were not wearing wetsuits to my knowledge...I was one of them) and road a horrible 56 miles on a hilly course and it was 95 degrees. Who really cares if you run 13.1 miles at that point? I mean, I already felt horrible and was so relieved to get off the bike that I figured that I would just wing it. Worst case scenario? Free gu's and gatorade.
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So I ran. Well, I walked. And jogged. And ran a little bit. And I put ice in my hat and electrolytes in my belly.
AND I DID IT! THE WHOLE THING!! IT WAS AWFUL!!
Don't do it. I hate to be cynical...but DON'T DO IT! I don't even know if it was worth it and it's been 3 weeks.
I couldn't have done it without my so-supportive sweetie, Dashel, my brother Nick and his positive attitude, my sister-in-law Hilary and her dirty jokes or my amazing friends Christa and Brian for convincing at least 10 other people to cheer for me as I trudged by.
For those of you who didn't see it, sorry! It won't happen again!!
We spent the first weekend with Brother Nick and Sister-in-law Hilary. Hil and I impulse signed up for an Ironman 70.3 in Lake Stevens during a moment of glory (we were totally hung-over...new years day). Eight months after the mistake, the day from hell arrived. Hil is strong. Really strong. And she trained...well. Really well. I trained well too...for like 3 weeks of the 20. I spent the last 3 weeks before the event resting after tweaking my knee. I couldn't run and cycling was uncomfortable.
I planned on not running at all and completing just the swim and bike. But just as I had managed to sign up for the event in a moment of glory, I also decided to do the run in a moment of glory. I had already swam 1.2 miles without a wetsuit (4 people out of 1400 were not wearing wetsuits to my knowledge...I was one of them) and road a horrible 56 miles on a hilly course and it was 95 degrees. Who really cares if you run 13.1 miles at that point? I mean, I already felt horrible and was so relieved to get off the bike that I figured that I would just wing it. Worst case scenario? Free gu's and gatorade.
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So I ran. Well, I walked. And jogged. And ran a little bit. And I put ice in my hat and electrolytes in my belly.
AND I DID IT! THE WHOLE THING!! IT WAS AWFUL!!
Don't do it. I hate to be cynical...but DON'T DO IT! I don't even know if it was worth it and it's been 3 weeks.
I couldn't have done it without my so-supportive sweetie, Dashel, my brother Nick and his positive attitude, my sister-in-law Hilary and her dirty jokes or my amazing friends Christa and Brian for convincing at least 10 other people to cheer for me as I trudged by.
For those of you who didn't see it, sorry! It won't happen again!!
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