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I rest...and then I play

Something must be said for God’s ability to time events just right. Usually, it makes a lot of sense to me. Yet other times, I wonder just what He was thinking. For instance, this past week my new K-Swiss K-Ona S shoes and Timex Run Trainer GPS and heart rate monitor arrived in the mail. For the last two weeks I’ve needed new running shoes after realizing just how much I’ve worn down all three pairs I’ve rotated through this past year. The new Timex is my motivation to start figuring out my heart rate zones in an attempt to make my training that much more efficient. So why haven’t I tried them out yet? God said it was time for a break. He knows me well enough that it takes something big, something insurmountable, to slow me down for a good while. He made me sick. In all reality, I figured it was about time to finally be wiped out. A long race season, continuing my hard training efforts with the stress of school and finals makes me wonder how it didn’t happen sooner. Nonetheless,

Just Keep Swimming

Four months ago, swimming above that big blue line on the bottom of the pool felt more like a disciplinary sentence than an enjoyable form of morning exercise. My last triathlon at the end of August served as my starting line for a race designed to improve my swimming technique. It’s been anything but a race. After a couple of weeks of delving into the YouTube world of swimming videos, I realized I could watch every single one of them and come away with what I SHOULD do, but have no idea of what I was doing. A friend recommended I visit Annie Warner, a professional triathlete who knows a considerable amount about swimming (among other things!), to start my off-season swim training out on a better foot (or should I say a better stroke?) She tore my stroke apart. I had no idea you enter the water thumb-side down and come out pinky-finger up, a single part of the freestyle stroke that one can break down into about 20 different components! Enter here, bend your wrist, now your elb

Race(s) Review: Brazen Racing's Nitro and Quarry Turkey Trots

When the opportunity presents itself to run a turkey trot the morning of Thanksgiving, most of the people I know would gladly run 3 to 6 miles in order to create some kind of calorie deficit to make up for what we athletes call a true "feast." In addition, I find these runs or races allow for conversation and time spent with friends and family in an atmosphere filled with warm bodies, ridiculous costumes, and warm drinks afterward. For as long as I can remember, the Manito Turkey trot organized by the Bloomsday Road Runners Club served as my turkey trot to spend time running with my dad. We'd drive up to Manito park and wait in our well-heated car until just about 15 minutes before the start because stepping out into the sub-freezing temperatures served as the greatest challenge of the run itself. Once the run began, we warmed up quickly and often ran the 5k course twice through (we're big eaters at our Thanksgiving table). This year, I had the chance to get awa

Wild Moose Chase Trail Run 2011

Photos courtesy of Marsha Aguilar-Snow For those of you who question the sanity and common sense of those who chase moose, let me reassure you the Wild Moose Chase is not quite what you might imagine. Yes, running on the mountain, traversing hilly terrain, and side-stepping rocks and roots is involved. Yet the only moose spotted at the inaugural Wild Moose Chase trail run was by me, the race director. I’m not kidding. I didn’t have the privilege of racing this event, but I did have the opportunity to stand in as race director with two other ladies from my Doctor of Physical Therapy program at Eastern Washington University. And lo and behold, while setting up the 10k course, banking a turn to continue onto the Wild Moose Nordic trail, two bull moose stared at us in my Toyota 4-Runner. Apparently they got my invitation!             I’ve always been one to run the races, to shoot for that age group award, to relish the satisfaction of a well paced, well raced event. Not this time.

Race Review: Valley Girl Triathlon 2011

I jumped into this sport without testing the water first. No training plans, no nutrition guidelines, not even a pair of triathlon shorts to my name. I have a road bike, some clip-on aerobars, and a helmet. Essentially, a high powered engine with no break-in period. Imagine my uncertainty when, for some unknown reason, I thought competing in the elite division of Valley Girl Triathlon sounded like a good idea. I carefully racked my dinky Cannondale alongside all the expensive Orbeas, Cervelos, and QRoos more representative of the triathlon world. It wasn’t until Loran Rogers Kerrigan sauntered up with her cup of coffee in hand, sporting her aviator sunglasses, that my nerves started to calm—slightly. In fact, my introductions to my competitive elite field are what ultimately motivated me to cool it, settle in, and use what training I had to gain back my confidence.  Still, looking out over the water of Liberty Lake, the same wave of anxiety and anticipation I used to feel in my piano

I'm back...A different me

I found my old blog I started back in December of '09, the one I thought would be fun to keep as I transitioned out of undergraduate school and into the working world. Judging by the number of posts I've documented since then, my life has been anything but exciting. Since then, however, I've transformed into a completely different person, one bent on staying healthy and fit while attempting to complete a doctorate of physical therapy program through EWU. I made it through the first year and anticipate I'll finish out my last two just like I did the first. It won't be easy, but graduate school isn't supposed to be, either. To balance the stress I impose on myself through school, I've adopted another form of entertainment some (my family, mostly) would like to suggest is just as stressful, if not crazy. The world of triathlons has kept me incredibly motivated to stay in shape and eager to learn everything there is about true fitness and challenge. I couldn&#