We got Rescued!

Note: Not a triathlon post, but a post that made me cry to write. 

I’ve been pining for a dog for about 6 months now. I had fallen in love with a few Italian Greyhounds and really wanted one. But Troy did not. We had a running joke in the family after he told me that we (he meant “I”) could get a dog if I won my age group in Hawaii. When I told Annie this, she said “Awwww, he said that because he knows it’s never going to happen” which honestly made me laugh in hysterics for quite awhile. The way she said it was totally honest. Ha!

Troy is a cat person, Apollo is his BFF in the house and even though I was the one begging for the big orange cat at the shelter, Apollo and Troy have bonded like no other. He sleeps on Troys chest every night…so yea…! Because Troy tends to be the one to keep the whole house fed, watered and functioning, the dog decision really was his call. I knew I needed extreme buy in. So I kept working on him day by day, week by week. I finally got some traction when he said that we could get something like a border collie or a cattle dog. The cattle dog Ranger across the street is awesome, as was Audras border collie Levi (I wanted to abduct Levi at one point). So of course I immediately went on Pet Finder.com and found border collie cattle dog mix puppies that were being fostered by a rescue organization in Denver. Troy had to say yes (yup, I backed him into a corner) and I submitted an application.

The next day I went for my long ride and I was so hyped about the fact that I had put in that application to meet those puppies. On the way home form my ride I checked the website to see if the puppies were still listed. One had been taken off. Just by chance I clicked on “Events” and it said there was an Adoptathon happening Saturday from 11-4. It just happened to be Saturday 11:30!!!! I considered it FATE.

I picked up Annie from the babysitter (Troy was off playing paintball) and asked her if she wanted to go to a dog Adoptathon (I really didn’t know what that was), but she was game. I was hoping that since the rescue hadn’t answered my application (it had been a mere 20 hours) that I would find my way to these puppies. So we loaded up and drove across town.

As we pulled in, I was a little overwhelmed. I quickly realized that this was a huge adoption event with about 15 rescue organizations coming together and bringing MANY dogs for a massive group adoption event. It was pretty awesome. In Colorado and I’m sure other states as well, there are groups of people that get together and run rescue organizations. They rescue dogs and place them in foster homes and then work tirelessly to adopt them out. Colorado is a very dog friendly state!

As a segway here, Annie was bit by a dog in the face when she was little. I grew up LOVING dogs but after the bite I found myself very protective of Annie around dogs, and I became apprehensive around most all dogs myself. That’s why when I meet well behaved gentle dogs, I am quite wooed. I LOVE dogs, but I am scared at times of them after what happened to Annie. She is also very apprehensive around dogs that move quickly or suddenly, but she OH SO wants to love and engage with dogs. We are all a work in progress.

So we walk into this adoption event and there are dogs everywhere and I’m a little taken aback and on guard with Annie. I bee line for the rescue that I put the application in with and immediately introduce myself and inquire about the puppies. The lady in charge of that rescue says that the puppies aren’t here, they are with their foster home and to just wait a few days for them to get in contact with me. They never actually did now that I think about it.

I’m like humm? But I look around and there are like 300 dogs there, and like 40 puppies, so I said to Annie, let’s go play with some puppies!

We played with ALL the puppies. That place was awesome, they have a sponsorship with a pet product company, they write pet product reviews so they have tons of toys to play with. We visited every single one and I was definitely looking at each of them to see if I wanted to adopt them. There were puppies everywhere and we spent time, picked up, and played with every single one. One of the rescues on the fringe was Waggin’ Tails and we went over there to play with a cattle dog looking puppy they had. We picked him up but he was so pooped out from playing that he was just a sleepy limp noodle. The ladies were very nice and I found myself chatting with Lejla. She was holding a leash with “Cindi” on the end and who to me was just another of the many adult dogs looking for a forever home. As I was talking to Lejla I started petting “Cindi” and Lejla started telling me about her. “This is the best dog, she’s so sweet, we fostered her for three weeks, this is how she is all the time…etc etc” She really knew the dog and I just kept petting her.

I wish I could say it was love at first sight but I wasn’t sure. She wasn’t the look of the type of dog I would choose. You can’t really say what she is…mutt with a capital M, and her eyes are kinda creepy to me, a crazy shade of brown. But the more I pet her, the more Lejla told me, and the more Annie snuggled with her, I was falling deep. “Cindi” is a passive dog, lacks some confidence, but is sweet and kind. She did not make one sudden movement. “Melts like a puddle” is a good way to put it. Before I knew it she was on her back in my lap wanting belly rubs. But she was 1-2 years old…not a puppy.

I needed a walk. We went and played with all the puppies a second time and I was getting a bit attached to this black puppy with a silver collar. We came back to “Cindi” and pet her some more and I thought…unknown puppy that will 100% pee on my carpet…VS…adult dog that I know is sweet and calm. I had to walk away and think. I called Troy….paintball…voicemail. I called again, and again…voicemail. Annie and I walked around. I called again. We bought a lemonaid. We went back and asked to take “Cindi” for a walk. We walked her around, she was chill, just hung with us, no pulling or lagging, just hung. Troy called. I told him about her and he said “GET HER”…so we did.

Okay…TWO crazy things came out of this and then I talk more about “Cindi” who is now “Lolli”.

One: I friended Waggin’ Tails on facebook and Lollis foster mom Lejla and her wife Mollie and I have a mutual friend, who just happens to be Paul, Angela Duncan (Naeths) hubby! Triathlon world and dog rescue world collide! In fact, they had seen the video blog I did with Angela. What??!! They recognized Annie! What??!! Molly knows Paul from middle school. What?!!

Two: Remember the puppy with the silver collar. Well, my across the street neighbors daughter adopted it. I didn’t even know she was at the event, and it wasn’t until a few weeks later that she was house sitting and I recognized the puppy and we put two and two together. It gets better. The daughter was house sitting for her mom, and left the puppy in the bathroom while she went to work. The puppy got in the sink, pressed the stopper down, turned the faucet on, and flooded two floors of her moms house.

The universe has never been so clear that we made the BEST decision to adopt Lolli.

In fact, I really think that she adopted us. The care and tenderness that she has with Annie has melted my heart. Troy loves her and I see him really loving the first dog he ever has in his life. She’s SMART, so smart. I went to Cali for a week and Troy taught her sit, down, stay, come, and is close with heal and back. She anticipates needs and watches over all of us. When we are all in separate rooms she makes the laps to keep tabs on everyone. She is PHENOMENAL on the leash, doesn’t pull, doesn’t lag. And she can run. She’s been healing for me. Very healing.

There have been zero negatives. When I think that she was on the 72 hour kill list at a high kill shelter in NM before being rescued I want to cry. I just want to cry. I am so thankful to Waggin Tails for saving her life.

Annie cut Lejlas head out of the photo! Sorry!! This was at the Adoptathon. 


Our first car ride. She curled up on Annies lap and we were trying to figure out a name other than “Cindy” for her


This is when she and Troy first met, one of my favorite photos of her. She looks so happy and cute!


Day 1 – she’s a go go dog and just wants to be where her people are


That first day we walked her for hours. She was SO good on the leash, how could we not!


Everyone needed a nap!


That first week she was very attached to me and did not let me out of her sights. I took her everywhere because I didn’t want to cause her more pain. I had to pull over several times because she would crawl into my lap while I was driving. She doesn’t do that any more, but she just had to be close that first week. 

In the front seat, with her people. 


This was the first week as well. I knew so quickly that she would love and nurture Annie. She checks on her constantly, and is always right there with her, never any sudden movements and always with care and tenderness. This from a dog who was surrendered to a high kill shelter, close to the end of the line, in foster care with a loving family, and finally to us, and yet still has the capacity for care and love. How?


Just cute. I can’t even take a bath without her in the bathroom.  It’s gotten better now that she is attached equally to Troy, Annie, and I, but those first weeks it was all about mom and staying with mom.


Yup, pretty much sums it up! 


I love this one. lolli13

When Annie goes into the front yard to play and doesn’t take her along, she sits just like this and watches her play. She did this for almost 2 hours on this day. When Troy goes to yoga she will sit here, watching, and waiting for him to return. 


In the car, she’s in Annies lap 90% of the time. She doesn’t exactly enjoy the car rides, but it’s much better than being left home. Last week Troy took her on a long car ride with him and she laid in the back and had dreams of chasing bunnies. She was howling and the feet were running! 

On her normal walk (to Starbucks) she gets to go by what I call “Lollis bunnies” She loves them and wishes she could chase them. She will freeze and stay VERY still watching them. Sadly, she thinks our downstairs cat is a bunny and has tried to get it a few times. The upstairs cat and her are fine. It is very strange. She’s totally fine with cats that don’t care about her, but downstairs cat is really scared of her, and so she thinks she can chase it. Yikes! 


Yup, they sometimes sleep together and this makes Lolli a very happy dog because all of her people are in the same room and she can relax. She is snuggling with her hedgehog here, whom she ripped the legs off of! haha!


Needless to say, we could not be happier. I’m so thankful to Waggin’ Tails Canine Rescue for rescuing her, and to Mollie and Lejla for fostering her and being such great foster moms. I never saw myself adopting an adult dog but I’m so so so glad we did. There are so many loving dogs that need homes. I know you hear that all the time, but wow, I did not fully understand what great dogs are out there. I had this misconception that they were damaged goods, but it couldn’t be farther from the truth! We were the ones RESCUED!


Selfish, such a dirty word.

“It’s time to be selfish”

Ahhhhhh, these words. It’s the 14 week to go mark and I’ve heard these words, spoken these words, read these words. And yet, I cringe every time. I hate these words. As someone to holds very dear to her heart the value of compassion, hearing “it’s time to be selfish” is like nails screeching down a chalkboard, especially when you are told that it’s the only way to really be successful. Bah! I disagree.


adjective (of a person, action, or motive) lacking consideration for others; concerned chiefly with one’s own personal profit or pleasure.

It’s a dirty word, a FOUR-letter word in my book (okay, it’s 7, but still, might as well be 4).

“Lacking consideration for others”

Let’s get real. Sometimes we all lack consideration for others.

When we are in a rush…we lack consideration

When we are stressed…we lack consideration

When we woke up on the wrong side of the bed…we lack consideration.

But when it comes down to it, most of us are VERY considerate of those we love and care about. We care deeply for the mental well being of our children, our husbands, and our close friends. Sometimes it’s not on the forefront of our mind because we are preoccupied, but consideration we do have, especially when it’s needed. Now, consideration, THE ACTION…that’s a different story. Some of us are better at turning the consideration in our heart into consideration the action better than others. We are all a work in progress. So is it selfish to have consideration in our hearts but not be able to turn it into consideration the action? Or do we get a “selfish pass” because our intentions are good? What counts? Consideration the feeling or consideration the action? The definition in webster doesn’t really say…

I got a little wordy there, but the point is, training for something with all your heart, has very little to do with the consideration you hold in your heart, or the consideration you show in your actions. Saying that it’s “time to get selfish” when it comes to training for a big event (olympics, Kona, your first ironman, your first 5k, bikini competition, anything that really means a lot to you) really has nothing to do with changing your love, consideration, empathy, or compassion for those you love.

On the flip side, you can be training for absolutely nothing and still lack consideration for those around you (the feeling or the action).

What about the other part? “Concerned chiefly with ones’ personal profit or pleasure”

I read this like 9 times and every time I kept coming back to “wait, aren’t we all?” (was that a bad sign?) Is the antidote for this to be concerned chiefly with OTHER PEOPLES profit or pleasure? Sounds like being a mom to a newborn. You have no choice but to be concerned chiefly with that tiny bundle and it’s profit or pleasure. But then again, you have been tasked to keep said helpless human ALIVE. Let me tell you. Those were the most emotionally and physically unhealthy days of my life. But I couldn’t be called selfish, so there’s that…

As we moms learn very quickly after having a newborn, you can only last a very short period of time if you refuse to take care of yourself. You gotta put your air mask on first before assisting a child. Now, “personal profit and pleasure” are a far cry from “survival” but when I read that line over and over I kept thinking, I think the real definition of selfish is to be concerned with your personal profit or pleasure over the SURVIVAL of something you love. But is it still selfish to be concerned with your personal profit and pleasure over the personal profit and pleasure of others, even the ones you love? So if survival is a guarantee for everyone in your “concerned” circle, then shouldn’t the next task be to start concerning yourself with pleasure and profit? And why is starting with your own instead of others a selfish thing? Nobody is dying here, everyone is just trying to have fun.

I say it’s not. I think that training for a big event (insert: olympics, Kona, your first ironman, your first 5k, bikini competition, anything that really means a lot to you), requires tradeoffs and choices, but none of those really have anything to do with the word selfish. Very few people decide to give up the compassion in their heart and put their training over the essential survival needs of the people whom they love and care for. It’s just a very rare occurrence in my mind. Things like meth, and heroin are usually to blame in instances like this, not (insert large event here).

I’m done with this word as an easy metaphor for the choices and decisions that are made in good conscience to put much of my daily rituals aside to try to be an elite athlete for a short period of time. I have lost zero consideration for the needs of my daughter, husband, extended family, and close friends. Their survival is paramount and if that was ever at risk the tickets to Hawaii would be refunded in a heartbeat. The negativity and judgement that the word selfish brings along with it has no place in the hearts and minds of most people making choices to spend their free time swimming, biking, running, lifting, kayaking, studying for the bar, building a large company (you name it…killing it and dragging it home) and trying to kick ass along the way.

98 days to Kona

Warning: Explicit language. F-bombs and what not below…Ms.Pams kids, I’m talking to you…

Thursday, as Hailey pointed out in a text message to me was 100 days until Kona! Monday marks the 14 weeks to go date which is conveniently 12 weeks of hard training plus 2 weeks of taper/sharpening. The last few weeks have not been easy when it comes to my training schedule, but what’s past is past and I made it through. The next 12 weeks will be the hardest of the year, and also mostly likely the hardest of my entire triathlon quest up until this point. Muddy has been very clear with me that we will be skirting “the edge” during most of this time period, and if the last 2 weeks are any indicator, which they are, then I am in for a doozy.

It’s pure focus, it’s go time, it’s what we’ve been reaching for all year long.

–Coach Muddy

As happens so often with these Ironman builds, and I see this with my friends and my own athletes as well, when it comes down to dedication time, those 12 weeks prior, most people see initial setbacks right off the bat. Right when they are supposed to ramp up, they get sick, or the stress in their life goes off the deep end, or a knee decides to keep them from running. I keep seeing this over and over and I struggle to put the reasons why into words, but of course, I’ll try.


My best guess from personal experience is that “dedication time” requires a shift in my daily normal life and routine. Not only does my schedule change with more training hours, but my family/friends must suddenly adapt to that new schedule as well. My daughter who is used to me taking her to camp, is suddenly getting dropped off and picked up by dad a lot more. And she is okay with it, but it’s a change. Nature always seeks equilibrium and transition upsets that. There is always a rebalancing that’s required.

The people that I communicate with suddenly see and hear a lot less of me and they make their own conclusions about that, which are very rarely “Oh she’s training really hard for Hawaii.”

Who would really think “She didn’t call me on July 4th because she’s deep in training for a race on October 11th?” I’ll tell you who? No one. I try to use other times of the year to catch up, to develop and foster my relationships, to give my time and ear to others. But sometimes I think that I am just setting an example that people come to expect as status quo throughout the year. When this time period hits there is a readjustment for both me and my loved ones. I suddenly become a “delicate flower” to everyone close to me (so that I may pummel myself in training).

The amount of myself that I am able to carve out and spend on the needs of others drastically shrinks, both in my availability, but also in my patience.

And that’s really the big one. When this time period comes around the number one thing I see is that my ability to “handle my shit” goes way way down. Something that I might have been able to brush off when I’m training 15 hours a week, I suddenly am very upset by. The stress that comes across my doorstep sticks with me more, and my ability to cope is lowered.

photo 3

Each person has a bucket for stress. I talked about mine a long time ago on this blog, it’s a green bucket, looks more like a tub. Inside that bucket goes training stress, life stress, lack of sleep stress, shitty diet stress, heat stress….ALL the stress. When the bucket gets above a certain level I start to lose my marbles. When the bucket overflows, I completely lose it and shut down and pretty much don’t speak to anyone for 5 days.

My bucket got to the lost marble stage this week.

Yesterday I did this very hard run. It’s the one session of the week that scares the ever loving crap out of me. Muddy actually has Troy ride next to me for it and do all the pacing and I “just” have to keep up. Well, yesterday we got out running and 20 minutes in he hands me the bottle of Osmo he prepped for me and it’s full of recovery drink…not active. It’s 90 degrees, full sun, several miles from home. I was mad. At him for putting it in there, at myself for not packing my own bottle…mad…again, less able to handle my shit. If this really important session gets screwed up because of this I would beat myself up for that…prove perform please perfect. Yea, yea, I got problems, 99 of them.

We made a plan to hit up a faucet in the park and kept rolling.

This week I have felt the pains of “dedication time” that I described above. Several situations this week had me asking Troy “Why can’t people be nice to me, I’m so nice to so many people, why are others mean to me.” All week I have had various situations in the front or back of my head. They nag and I watch that bucket get full as the training gets crazy this week. Now, I have TONS of people that are wonderful to me, but during this time the negative ones really pack a punch. Part of the transitional phase is reminding myself to steer clear and keep away from these sorts of situations.

photo 6

**I totally stole these quotes from someone on twitter…Beth maybe?

I get into the fast work and 5 minutes in I feel my throat constrict. I tell Troy I’m stopping on the side of the road and I just crumple in a heap of tears and a little ball on the ground. Sadly my first thought was “There’s no crying when you are wearing a trucker hat” A guy pulled over to see if we needed help as Troy stood over a very upset Sonja that didn’t want to be looked at or touched. After a bit of a cry-walk with my head stooped as low as it could go I started to get ANGRY. A resounding “Fuck them all” came into my head. I told Troy “let’s go” and I started running my speed work. I think he was pretty freaked because he didn’t really say anything to me the rest of the run. Traumatic for both of us honestly.

Was it pretty, no? Did I hit my numbers? Not all of them. Did Troy and I both continue to mess up on the run? Yes. Did all those thoughts continue to swirl in my head, absolutely! It was constant “BLAH BLAH BLAH….Fuck them” over and over and over.

And when I got home I was so raw and exposed and drained and tried, and upset.

That’s what this training does to me. 25-30 hours a week is no joke, and add in the hard stuff and trying to reach my personal limits so that I can adapt and become stronger…well, it’s just really really hard. Hard on a family, hard on my tired aching bones, but really hard on my head.

photo 4

But here’s the deal folks, it really is the only thing I want to be doing with my life right now. It’s why I get so upset when anything comes into conflict. I want to see how far I can go, how much training I can handle, how fit I can get. I’ve worked hard for 8 years and this year feels like the one where it’s all paying off.

Having been through the Kona build 4 previous times, not to mention a few more with non Kona Ironmans I know it’s temporary and in a few days or weeks everyone in my circle will know that Kona training has hit and to just give me my space. The people in my very close circle know it’s buckle down time and Troy who takes the brunt has already started to put on his armor and his apron.

It’s a hard thing, but a pure thing, dedicating yourself to one endeavor. All I have ever wanted was for someone to push me to my physical breaking point, but I have yet to have a coach be willing to go there. Until this year. As I look forward, I know I have the best gear this year. I have the QR PR6, 100% brand new and it flies. I have HUUB, a phenomenal swim skin and wetsuit on my back. James and Liz at Tribella fully support me and I don’t have any of the bike mechanical issues I used to since James sees my bike every 2 weeks and keeps it ship shape. I have the support and my husband who is willing to bend over backwards. And finally I have a coach who is willing to give it all to me, hold nothing back. Anything less than my best would be a waste of everyones time and resources.

photo 5

So, for the next 14 weeks…the twitter and FB will be mostly silent, except when it works for me. The blogs will be as well, except when I need to vent. Emails will go unanswered, and calls not returned. My priorities have to be very simple and very clear.

Family, Training, Coaching. Everything else will be sitting at the back of the bus.

The island awaits and I’m not wasting this opportunity.

photo 2

photo 1


Throwback: Oceanside 70.3 2014

Ummm, yea, so Oceanside and Wildflower race reports didn’t happen to make it onto my blog. I have been going from place to place and trying to keep my priorities in line along the way. Family, Training, Athletes. Twitter responding and blog posts, and clean underwear have all fallen sadly to the bottom of the pile over the last few months. BUT, I know that I love to look back on these race reports and it is important to me that I eventually get my thoughts down. Luckily I had written my thoughts on my computer and they have just been sitting there. So, throwback all the way to March of this year.

Oceanside 70.3

photo 1-3
I traveled to Oceanside directly from spending time in Australia with Angela helping out as her race sherpa for IM Melbourne. The flight over to the land of kangaroos was great, but the flight back was a bit hard on me. I landed in LAX jetlagged, loopy, smelly, and really tired. I went straight to Whole Foods for a liter of juiced vegetables and literally sat in the car and had a little cry on the phone to my mom. Finally, a liter of juice later my brain woke up enough to drive down to San Diego. I checked into my sweet little airbnb studio, went for a walk on the beach, and called Muddy to update him on my total wrecked nature. He advised some Nyquil and about 18 hours of sleep. I agreed.
photo 1
19 hours later I woke up with really swollen legs, but got out for 60 miles on the bike and that helped. I scheduled 90 minutes of massage with Luis De La Vega at the suggestion of Christine and Mario. Thank goodness, he was amazing and really helped me out. I was sore the next day from it, but he knew exactly what I needed. At that point there wasn’t much I could do but rest as much as possible and prey to the triathlon gods that my legs and body would come around.
My athletes started rolling into town and I tried to spend as much time with them, as well as Alison who is coached by Muddy. My parents flew in, Troy and Annie flew in, and Muddy as well. It was a party and I was having so much fun with everyone, but in the back of my mind was wondering how on earth I would be ready to race with a body that was so heavy and swollen. The Quintana Roo team was also unveiling their new bike, the PR6 and Ron and I went to the launch party for the bike a few nights before the race.
It was really awesome to have Ron, and Mikki and Mo at this race. They were all three in great places in their own training and sharing this event with them was really awesome.
photo 5-2
As usually happens, you worry about all these things before the race, but for me, when I wake up that morning, I know that there are no more excuses and it’s time to give my best effort, whatever that might be. And the truth is, I’m pretty sure that I am actually made of nails, and barbed wire, and other tough stuff.
Mikki, Mo, Ali and coach met at my place in the morning and we rode down to the race together. That was a lot of fun and felt festive. Pre race is always a nervous time, but I must say, I’m getting so much better at managing this time period. It’s a waiting game, so the important key is to just pass the time as comfortably as possible. Mikki and Mo helped too.
I got to work right away in the swim. I know that my times in the pool aren’t where they were a year ago, but I felt strong and steady and was happy with my effort. I was really happy with my new wetsuit (HUUB….LOVE). I can kick in it, and I really like the fit and ease of movement in it. If you are looking into a new suit, check out the HUUB line! It’s well worth it!
Out of the swim and onto the bike I immediately noticed that somehow in the time period between leaving my bike to go swim and getting on it 45 minutes later, my Xlabs Torpedo mount on the aerobars (I love how spellcheck always turns aerobars into aerobats) had mysteriously broken in half. Yes the carbon plate was now two pieces. My bottle was flopping all over the place. How a piece of metal can break in half while my bike is sitting on the racks for 45 minutes I don’t know…
I spent the start of the bike holding the bottle down, trying to drink it’s contents, and trying to keep the other parts of the mount from falling off. Once at an aid statin I ripped all of it off and just tossed it in the trash section. Oy, things were off to a rocky start, but the nice thing about that was I didn’t really have the brains to comprehend how my legs were feeling. After tossing the broken stuff I started getting into my grove and was trying to feel for my normal consistency/tempo/mojo in my body. It was a little dicey. I was riding hard, passing lots of people, and felt like my legs were doing their thing but it was anything but fluid.
The course has rough road and I hit a deep pothole and my aero elbow pad kerplunked down to the base bar. Oy Vey! I tried to ride that way for a little while. Then I sat up and tried to decide what to do about it, then I finally just pulled over on the side of the road and yanked the bad boy back up. After that I made sure to be more cognizant of pot holes and to come out of aero for rough road.
I was back and forthing with my friend Mimi quite a bit on this ride and she told me I was second. Then I told her I aged up, then she told me I was first. It was funny at the time. I assumed she was first, but didn’t have any official beta for her as I was coming from behind.
I made my way through the hills, obeyed the speed limits on the descent, and tried to nail the ride home. The conditions, for me, were a lot harder than last year. I felt the hills more up, and the wind felt more windy. Last year I just felt on fire, but this year I had to work for what I got out there. I’m always happy to have different race experiences so as to gauge what work needs to be done, and where I am doing well.
The last 5 miles I felt something on the back of my leg. I felt back there and my under-the-seat bag had fallen off one side of the saddle mount. Seriously Sonja, it’s like you are a rookie here! I knew it was still attached on the other side so I left it, but of course when I picked up my bike after the race it was gone. 3 mechanical issues….Sonja Sonja Sonja. So goes the first race of the year! So I lost a $50+ Xlab torpedo mount, a spare tube, Co2 and nozzle, and my favorite tire levers. Pricy ride for me!
Off the bike and I made sure to take my time to get out running. Last year I went out way too fast and I bonked pretty hard. This year I just wanted to be steady, and did not want to go under 7 min/mile so as to keep things in check. I did just that. My splits were coming in so steady and smooth. I felt relaxed and the new run form Muddy and I have been working on has really started to ingrain over longer distances. I feel so much more relaxed with this new body position, I’m excited to see where it can take me over 26.2 miles!
The run at Oceanside is so fun with all the out and backs and little hills and loop-de-doops. I was really enjoying how segmented it was this year and just taking each piece one at a time. I got big thumbs up from coach and I had a feeling I was in the lead for my age group. On the second loop I found this AWESOME GUY who was running the pace I really wanted to run. I latched onto the back of him and just shut off my brain. I love it when a race angel presents itself and he was definitely my race angel!
I continued to keep everything as steady and strong as possible. As much as the bike felt like a crazy disaster the run felt the opposite, totally in control and feeling strong and focused. I was elated to find the finish line in much better spirits this year.
One of the things I love about Coach Muddy is he always finds a way to give me a big hug at the finish line when I race well. It’s always a quick one before he gets back out there for his other athletes. Just that pat on the back and job well done goes such a long with with me. Thanks coach!
I felt like I had some unfinished business with this course after last year. Bonking and straggling home while getting run down is never fun and I felt really great about having a solid March performance this year. Last year I was training for Brasil so I wanted to be very strong by now, but this year the big race is in October, so I’m more content to try some fun stuff (like the Australia trip) early in the season, so that when the time comes to focus on Hawaii, I am raring to go!
4:50:27, 32:21swim, 2:40:01bike, 1:34:18run. 1st Female 35-39, and 3rd amateur (Congrats to Sarah and Janine).
Thank you so much to my sponsors (Quintana Roo, TriBella, Osmo, HUUB, PunkRock Racing) and to my coach Muddy. Also a huge thanks to Troy and Annie and my parents who still make the sacrifices race in and race out to be out there on the course for me. Contgratulations to my athletes for their great performances, and also to the ladies I shared the podium with: Sherianne, Nikki, Cortney and Karleen, really great racing by everyone!

photo 4

photo 5