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building a life

By on Aug 26, 2014 | 0 comments

  The echinacea bloomed early this year and now they form a massive thick stemmed fence on one side of my patio which reminds me that I need to separate them and move at least a quarter, if not a half, of them to another area.  My garden was interesting this year, seedlings sprouting in different parts of the garden, some mint here, and dill over there and so many cranesbill geraniums popping up all over the place and the daisy’s seem to have taken over even as the elephant ears attempt to become their own hedge.  It is an adventure every year and one that I love.     I am amazed at how many loving habits I can add to my life over time.  It starts off as an all consuming obsession that eventually becomes a normal part of my daily routine.  The garden was like that, it was a huge undertaking as these things are, a new to us historical house and a yard that had...

swimming

By on Jul 11, 2014 | 0 comments

People often ask me about the swim portion of the triathlon.  Other triathletes I meet always bring up the swim, oh the swim portion.  I have learned that for most people who do triathlons, the swim is the most dreaded, the most worrisome and for those who don’t do triathlons but have a longing to do them, the swim is often what keeps them from participating. When I tell other triathletes that I used to competitive swim, that I used to be a lifeguard, that I am more at home in water than anywhere else in this world, they sigh and tell me that I am so lucky, that I have nothing to worry about with regards to triathlons.  Of course, all of these people have been running since they were wee little so they don’t understand my running fears surrounding my asthma or my legs that were growing wrong when I was young and had to wear those torturous shoes.  Anyway, this post...

my first triathlon

By on Jul 8, 2014 | 2 comments

It has been a week since I raced in my first triathlon and it almost feels like a dream at this point.  I have no idea how to describe it never mind how I feel about it but I am going to try. It was, in a word, amazing. My son picked me up at 6 in the morning, the sun was shining bright as we packed up our bikes and I hefted my triathlon gear over my shoulder.  I put on my tri-suit before we left and grabbed some hard boiled eggs and chopped up fruit from the fridge along with my water bottles filled with water, freshly squeezed lemon juice and a pinch of salt and a pinch of sugar.  We drove the 30 or so minutes to the site, arriving at 6:30.  There were already athletes racking their bikes and setting up the transition area but we were early enough to get a good spot so we were able to set up at the end of a rack beside each other.  I carefully laid out my transition area on top of my...

by this time tomorrow …

By on Jun 30, 2014 | 2 comments

I will be a triathlete.  Even though I have been training for the past 6 months though the first month I wasn’t really training, I was just trying to coax this body into some gentle activity after the years of dormancy.  I sort of chuckle now when I think of my leisurely walks around the neighbourhood as exercise, though it was and it was a needed and necessary part of this evolution I now think. I have a good life and I sit here at my window watching the roses sway in the breeze, the bees and dragonflies work wild pops of colour in my gardens and listen to the birds serenade me and the chimes accompany their song.  The big old elms are heavy with leaves and whisper their secrets, a rustling meander on a morning attempting to shine.  I have good friends and good family and a good job that I actually like getting up for every morning.  I have a good life and yet there has been...

re-learning the cycling

By on Jun 19, 2014 | 1 comment

I spent the bulk of my bike training at the gym due to the cold and snowy months pushing well into the spring cycle.  This included stationary biking and spin classes and I actually started this sort of biking much earlier than I did my learning to run sessions so I sort of deluded myself into thinking that I had the bike down.  No problem I told myself.  I grew up cycling all over the place and I have the scars on my body to prove it, childhood road rash was a common klutzoid theme for me.  I have a lovely scar from a large gash on my jawline from that time when I was 5 and was trying to keep up with my dad and hit a rock or a pothole and flew off my bike, blood dripping down my body.  Or that time I was bicycling back from the playground with friends and somehow managed to run into a parked truck likely because I was blathering on or was distracted by pretty shiny and um yeah pretty...