no ironmen allowed....

as i stumbled my way back into the gym this week and attempted to kick out a 5 miler on said treadmill    (i've been doing more sprint work than distance so i wasn't exactly embracing the 40 or so minute run that awaited me)  i found a working treadmill (finally) turned on SC, started with the up button and heard "no ironmen allowed on these treadmills"

 he struck up a conversation with me, noticing my finisher shirt and told me he had just sub 13'ed CDR.  we chatted a bit re la and malibu i mentioned my goals at both, we discussed times, he looked impressed when i said i did st. george.  (secretly i love the reaction i get when i tell people this, my first one and most arguably the hardest course in the circuit, yes this is bragging a little, i surprised myself and this goes with the if i can do it, ANYONE can do it)

the run that night was fantastic and again i surprised myself, i like when this happens.  as many know montgomery has reset my priorities in training but he has also reset my priorities in life.  he is the best addition now and always.  i've got two oly's coming up and my bike tires are still flat.  i contemplated heading back to "just running" and then remembered i like the mix of events, the unfamiliar.  i enjoy the swim now and i LOVE the run and the bike is my challenge.  i didn't start these events for an easy road but yet to challenge myself.   so here goes the challenge, september is going to be a good month.  two olympics and hoping to podium, God willing.  being bumped up in AG helps too.

i reflect back to a blog post from my amazing friend/pseudo coach lizz, following my first ironman...http://www.gppfitness.com/endurance/2011/5/11/ironman-st-george-2011-re-cap.html

so tonight i walked the pup and put some air in the giant avail II tires.  just because we were on a break doesn't mean we stopped.

Friday the 13th.

tomorrow i turn 35.   35.  five years away from 40.  number 13 the first time i "inhaled" a cigarette at erin mooneys pool. 21 entered legal drinking and a limo ride. 26 was a brave venture out to the west coast to find the missing piece.  and at 33 i lost a piece.  


and oddly enough,  i feel more ready than ever to face the future.  dare i say, i'm excited?  


i started the 2012 racing "season" with a handful of races.  a dualthon in which i podiumed for the first time ever. killed my PR in a very hilly 10k.  averaged 20.4 in an olympic on the bike and finished my 4th marathon in 3:55.  i made the decision to give myself the summer off (well technically the puppy made that decision for me) but i will admit its nice to just sit back and relax for once.  a little less pressure on myself.  my workout goals are geared more toward clearing my head than anxiously prepping for a race, stalking my competition and trying to remember if i remembered my googles, bike, and sneakers!  i'm enjoying the view.  its a sweet, sweet change. 


triathlons are probably the only sport where being in your "30's and 40's" place you in your  prime.  so there you have it people... at 35 i've seemingly landed myself smack in the middle of my prime. 


HBTM.