Demon Terminator

One week ago tonight I went out for my first open water swim (OWS) of the season. I've spent 3 days a week in the pool this winter. I swim 1 mile continuously every Wednesday night with the goal of beating last week's time. I felt prepared for the first OWS of the season....until my face hit the water.

The water temperature was 68 degrees. I wore my Exterra wet suit for warmth. Everyone swears they feel much more comfortable in a wet suit because of the buoyancy. All I could feel was the wet suit squeezing my lungs and strangling my throat. I went home feeling frustrated and angry tears burning at my eyes. 

I've spent the last week trying to figure out why the swim was so mentally tough for me. Was it the cold water? Was it the wet suit? Was it that I forgot I swim to the right and need to sight every 10 strokes? I'll just say yes to all of the above. 

It's Sunday once again and while we spent the weekend in Jacksonville at Abby's softball tournament, I secretly prayed that I would not make it home in time to swim. Nonetheless, I was home by 5 pm - in plenty of time. 

I took some advice from a fellow T3 member and soaked my wet suit prior to heading to the lake. I took extra time pulling it up slowly dreading hitting the water. Once in the water, I took a couple of plunges just blowing bubbles and getting used to the cool water. Everyone else took off to swim the triangular lap around Lake Windermere. I swam along the shoreline counting strokes, blowing bubbles, sighting. 

Hmmmm, what do you know? I didn't feel a bit of anxiety. I felt completely calm. Phase 1 was a success. Let's do a lap.....

I took some deep breaths and dove into the water. Counting 1, 2, 3, ....up to 10...sight...blow bubbles, 1, 2, 3....sight...bubbles. I hit the first buoy counting 80 breaths. I may have miscounted, but it didn't matter. My mind was calm. I swear I could see the bottom of the lake. Maybe it was just the murky water playing tricks with me, but it helped me feel completely at ease. 1, 2, 3....second buoy 90 breaths. "Oh look! A fish!" Heading in to the shoreline! I made it. 

Swimming one lap around Lake Windermere was such a relief. I felt calm, even secure in my wet suit. What was the difference in one week?????

I didn't care. I went for another lap. As I rounded the first buoy again, I thought about my previous blog posts about drowning the open water demons. Suddenly I had it. My wet suit shall forever here forward be known as Terra the water demon terminator. (I am sure this is exactly how I look in my wet suit, too!)

The best compliment ever

Happy Mother's Day to all my wonderful sisters, aunts and friends. A special hug to all who have lost children or still waiting for the precious gift of a child.

My morning started out great with a 2 hour ride. I'll write more about that later. 

We met my in-laws at Destihl in Bloomington for a late lunch. It wasn't long before it was time to once again send my baby girl back on the train to return to Depaul. Obviously, she had a few minutes while waiting for the train and she posted this: 

Sammy gave me the best compliment ever calling me wonderful, sassy and crazy! lol Love that girl. I'm just glad she recognizes my best qualities. 

Cold Water Challenge

While I was Indy for the Mini-Marathon, my friend, Nate, tagged me in the cold water challenge. The challenge was to dive into a cold body of water within 24 hours or donate $100 to St. Jude Children's Hospital. Nate knows I can't pass up a challenge....or a change to do something for St. Jude. 

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!!!

I got home from Indy, dropped my back pack in the bedroom, changed into my suit and  drove out to Lake Windermere. After giving a brief speech where I challenged 4 of my friends, I took my dive. You can see the dive here: 

http://youtu.be/Po1DwF2wvIw

And they all accepted the challenge as well.  I am surrounded by loving passionate people. People who are passionate about living life to the fullest...which is why Jill showed up in an Ursula costume. Jill does a lot of costuming for local theatre productions and spent most of Saturday afternoon planning her costume. I mean who doesn't have an Ursula costume in their closet, right? 

They all took a dive in the nice, cold water.....and then we all retreated to Jill's house for wine.

It really was a great way to wrap up an incredible weekend where lessons have been learned and friendships enjoyed.

Indy Mini-Marathon

Last Saturday was my 4th Mini-Marathon, and my first mini-disaster.

As always, I drive to Indy filled with expectations and hopes. I love the city. I thoroughly enjoy the expo and I don't even mind waking up early on a Saturday to "race", which I never do. I always just execute my race plan. 

Last year I set a PR. I knew going into the Mini-Marathon that this was not going to be my strongest race, but I was willing to test the legs and see if I could come close to my PR. 

From the very first step, I knew it was not going to be a strong race. My legs felt tired from the very beginning. I was running with my friend, Christy, who strained a butt muscle earlier in the week. For the first half mile, we ran together weaving in and out of people and obstacles. 

That's where we got separated. She kept holding a nice steady pace and I was excited to see her stride looked normal. For myself? Ugh. I couldn't get my legs to move. I had absolutely no gas in the tank. Today was obviously not going to be a PR day. 

Instead I switched to Plan B. Execute my Ironman plan. Run from aid station to aid station. Walk at aid stations and take in hydration and nutrition. 

Mile by mile they clicked off. It's amazing how different you feel when you can say you only have 4 miles left. ONLY 4 miles left. 

I finished the race around 2:25 according to my Garmin. I felt slightly deflated and frustrated. During the entire run, I tried to figure out why my legs felt tired. Could it be over training? I slowly smiled and thought it could be under training. 

On the walk back to the hotel with Christy, who finished the entire race, I read a message from a friend asking how it went. I said it basically sucked, it was a bad run, but I'll learn lessons from it and move on. Her response was "Sorry. I'm still proud of you. I prolly wouldn't be doing what I'm doing if it wasn't for your motivation and encouragement. just remember that" The message brought tears to my eyes.

My response made me sob. Because it wasn't me that made the difference in her fitness journey. It was all about her and her hard work. I am forever thankful that I get to play some small part in her fitness journey, that I get to help her along the way, but it's her hard work that has made all of the difference in the changes she is seeing in her body. 

One deep discussion led to another.

Christy and I had a nice long talk about the life lessons we get from running. Some race days are great and make you feel like you are on top of the world. Some race days...well, you wonder why you even try. That is how I felt on Saturday. Frustrated and down, but in the end it's all about the journey. It's about enjoying the highs and and pushing through the lows. Just like life. 

Finding Gaston

I found him.

But there were too many ladies waiting to meet him. 

So this is as close as I got. I'm just not a patient person.

10 Rules for Walt Disney World

When you go to Disney World, there are some simple rules everyone should follow. 

1. Go into training mode at least 1 month in advance. Do not sit down for 16 hours a day and power walk on your treadmill for at least one hour every morning, noon and night. 

2. Look in the mirror before you leave the house. Front and back. Know your body and what makes you look good. This is not it.

3. Have a plan. Research the parks and where you want to go but be willing to change said plan because things do not always work out the way you want.

4. Don't walk 6 people across on the walkways. Blocking traffic will not make WDW the Happiest Place on Earth for many people. 

5. Learn about the Fast Pass system and how to use it to your advantage. 

6. Don't eat chicken nuggets and fries. Disney offers some of the best food I've ever tasted. If you need a recommendation, let me know. 

7. If your child is screaming bloody murder, take a break. Find a corner to sit down and let them explore whatever fascinates them. Believe me, you'll both be happier. 

8. Talk to people. Disney is a melting pot. Listen to the languages. Learn about people. Everyone has a story. 

9. When our kids were younger, we busted out of our hotel at the butt crack of dawn. Now that they are all almost teenagers we don't leave the hotel until noon and enjoy and quieter parks in the evening. 

10. Have fun. Disney is a great place to create memories. Stop and savor the moment. It may be your last opportunity to create a truly magical moment. 

Enough Slacking!

February is here!!! Whowzers. I can't believe it! So...it's time to set my monthly schedule as I normally do and I am not looking forward to the craziness that is becoming my life.

I am back to working full time, coaching volleyball, teaching 7-10 classes a week AND training for an Ironman. It exhausts me to think about it.

No more trainer nights with the T3 crew....unless I can get Monday nights to work. I'll be getting up at the butt crack of dawn and working on my trainer all by myself. 

Here is my workout schedule for the month of February. I will probably be squeezing every available minute I have into training of some sort. Like I said, it kind of makes me exhausted.