My Last Day as a 39-Year Old

My wonderful husband completely and utterly surprised me last week with:

1) An unexpected visit from my parents, who live in England. When they walked through the door Thursday evening I freaked out!

2) A surprise party with friends and family Friday night. I thought we were going out for dinner with my parents, but SURPRISE!

He planned and orchestrated everything so well. He was up to his eyeballs in a proposal at work so I figured he hadn’t had time to plan anything. I have to admit that I also didn’t want to get my hopes up and be disappointed. Apparently he’d been planning this since July! No-one spilled the beans. A few friends avoided me the week before, because they were afraid they’d say something. I must admit to feeling slightly depressed, with no-one responding to me or answering my request to celebrate. I thought they didn’t care. How wrong I was.

When I’m asked if I feel 40, I don’t really know how to answer. Aside from the obvious fact that I haven’t quite reached 40 (one more day!), what does 40 feel like?

When I was in my twenties, working out was more of a mental battle than a physical one. My body was willing, but my mind was weak and would allow me to make excuses for not running or shorten my run if I actually made it out the door. Now, my mind is stronger, more disciplined but, unfortunately, my body is not. The battle these days involves more rest and recovery, less frequent hard efforts, and listening very carefully to what my body is trying to say.

In triathlon, I’ve been 40 since the beginning of the year, since triathletes must race the age they’ll be on December 31st of that year. So in May, at my first tri of 2012, I raced with “40″ stamped on my calf and placed 2nd in the 40-44 division. The previous October I’d lamented not being in that age group at Ironman 70.3 Austin as it meant that my swim wave started 30 minutes later. But in August 2012 I wished I were back in the 35-39 age group because my swim wave at the National Championships in Vermont was an hour later than the 35-39s!

What’s most weird is running as a 39 year old while competing in triathlon as a 40 year old. It means I’m in two completely different age groups. I’m looking forward to being one age: 40.

My first race as a (genuine) 40 year old was to be Marine Corps Marathon, which was to be a training run for JFK 50, a race I promised I’d run as a 40 year old. Neither will happen this year. My calf tear is lingering as a result of my failing to allow it to heal properly. So now I must sit out, wait patiently, and train for Boston Marathon, my first marathon as a 40 year old.

Cheers!

 

By the way, there’s just ONE DAY left to enter my Kona Kase Giveaway! Your chance to win some awesome endurance nutrition samples!

Do you have a big birthday coming up? Just recently had one?

Thoughts on getting older? Wiser? Smarter?!

 

Kona Kase Review and Giveaway

Update! While the contest is over, you can get a case at 50% off!

I love surprises. I love receiving a package and not knowing what’s inside. So I was really happy when THIS arrived in the mail yesterday:

Kona Kase. Cute name. Let’s see what’s inside:

Posh tissue paper packaging. Swanky. But let’s cut to the chase:

That would be a rather nice selection of endurance nutrition products!

Now I know it might seem odd to get all excited about endurance nutrition, but I’m sure I’m not the only person who looks forward to trying out new products before, during, or after workouts, right?

Also included was this handy card explaining nutritional needs:

So what is Kona Kase? Basically, Kona Kase (the company) puts together and sends you a box of 8 – 10 products each month, for $15. You don’t know what you’re getting (there’s the surprise) and you can’t ask for particular items, but it’s kinda fun and a little bit like having a birthday…every month!

Now I’ll be honest, because you might be thinking this too, (and I believe in complete honesty in my product reviews) that I thought there’s no way this is $15 worth of products. I thought, well, there’s the packaging and the shipping, and so of course it’s not $15 worth of actual stuff. So I set out to find out the retail value of the products. I knew it would be hard to find them all in a store, or even several stores, so I went to Amazon.com and typed in the products. Granted, Amazon doesn’t sell the products individually but rather in packages of 10 or 12, which usually makes the individual item prices lower, but I figured I could get at least an idea of what my package of products was worth. Here’s a list of the items I received in my Kona Kase and their prices based on Amazon’s pricing:

Gatorade Prime Pouch – Berry (10 for $20) = $2

FRS Healthy Energy Powder (14 for $14) = $3 (there were 3 of these in the Kona Kase)

Larabar – Blueberry Muffin (16 for $26.40) = $1.65

Sharkies – Berry (12 for $20) = $1.67 

Powerbar – Banana (12 for $25) = $2.08

Builders Bar – Chocolate Mint (12 for $21.19) = $1.77

Accel 2nd Surge Energy Gel (8 for 416) = $2

Vega Sport Electrolyte Hydrator – Lemon-Lime (30 for $24.29) = $0.80

GRAND TOTAL = $14.97

I was surprised (again!) that the total was almost exactly $15. So while it may seem that it’s not $15 worth of products, it actually is…and that’s based on bulk prices! Plus, add tax and your trip to the store(s) to buy your goodies or the cost of having them shipped to you, and you’d be over $15. Granted, you might not be interested in all the products, but sharing is caring and I’ll tell ya that my husband was looking over my shoulder when I was taking my brilliant photographs and hoping I would let him “test” some of the products. Since it’s our anniversary tomorrow maybe I will let him try a Sharkie or a sip of my FRS energy drink.

And…I have even better news: The nice folks at Kona Kase have agreed to give a Kona Kase to one lucky winner! So if you’d like to get your own super secret surprise package, enter the contest! The more entries you submit, the better your chances of winning! Contest is only open to residents of the U.S. and Canada.

The contest will run from Tuesday, October 16th until midnight on Friday, October 26th, which just happens to be my birthday! Winner will be announced on October 27th.

Good Luck!

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Kona Kase contacted me for this review and provided me with a free Kona Kase. However, the opinions stated are my own, I did not receive payment, and Kona Kase was not guaranteed a positive review.

 

 

My Life as I Know it is OVER

Yes, I’m being dramatic. Because I want to explore the emotions and reactions that are revealed when an athlete is injured and has to pull out of a race. And how ridiculously dramatic such reactions can be. And how we all need to get some perspective. You may consider me harsh and emotionally stunted, to which I answer yes, I probably am. And for good reason. Wallowing in self-pity never got me anywhere.

You may recall my excitement when I received THIS note back in…can’t even remember, May?

On Tuesday I mailed my withdrawal letter. The folks at JFK are old-fashioned and you have to write them a note requesting withdrawal. What’s nice is that they refund most of your money, something that few races do these days.

Anyway, boo-hoo. I’m not running JFK this year because I tore a calf muscle training on the Appalachian Trail for this race. This was my 40th birthday present to myself. It’s also the 50th Annual JFK. But guess what? They hold the race every year. OK, it won’t be my 40th next year, nor will it be the 50th running of the prestigious ultramarathon, but it this really something to bawl about? I think not.

Life throws us plenty of curve balls. Athletes get injured all the time, even the really good ones. It’s time to have a little perspective.

My friend broke her collar bone the week before a race for which she’d trained all year; she allowed herself 1 day of self-pity, and that was the day the race took place.

And then there’s All-American Triathlete and Kona finisher Amy Gluck, who was hit by a gravel truck and is in a coma. (Sorry I can’t find a more recent story.) The pic below is Amy with Chrissie Wellington.

And of course there are all those people who cannot run, bike, swim, or participate in any sports because their bodies won’t function well enough to allow them to.

In 29 years of racing I have learned that injuries don’t last forever, you get to race another day, and the faster you get past denial, anger, and “why me?” the sooner you reach acceptance and the road to recovery.

So go ahead, have a pity party because you’re sidelined for a short while or your training isn’t going well or you didn’t PR or get into Boston. You’ve got 3 minutes.

Go on, tell me how you really feel in the comment section below. If you like this post, please share on Twitter!

An Inspirational Triathlon Story

I am the first to admit I’m not particularly eloquent. I’m more likely to be described as abrasive, aggressive, and impulsive. I’ve been accused of turning everything into a competition. I don’t deny it. I’ve also been called a “heavy hitter” although that was, I think, a compliment. As a result, I think that sometimes, when I share my race reports, they come across as stories of an experienced racer who has forgotten what it’s like to be afraid of failure and doesn’t know how a first-timer feels.

The truth is I’m very afraid of failure and it’s one of the things that drives me so hard and keeps me pushing in a race when the going gets tough. I use that fear to my advantage. But that’s not the point. So let me get to it.

This morning I read my team-mate Claudia’s tale of how she completed a Half Ironman, ignoring those who told her she couldn’t, ignoring the voices in her head that told her she wasn’t prepared, and I realized that this was a great story for those considering a triathlon or just starting out in the sport. There aren’t many things that make me cry but after reading Claudia’s story I was bawling, and I promise it wasn’t because Claudia beat my Austin Half Ironman time by one minute. ;)

Here’s Claudia’s beautiful, amazing story:

My Journey to a Half Ironman

Many of you know my story how I started doing triathlons, but reading one more time does not hurt anybody, one day I was reading the PEOPLE magazine and saw that Jennifer Lopez finished her first triathlon in NY and this words crossed my mind “If Jennifer Lopez did one triathlon I can do one”  I informed my PRECIOSO (husband),  that I want to do a triathlon and he said you want to do what???, then I called my mom and told her the same that I will do a triathlon like Jennifer Lopez, my mom said ” Yes but think about it Jennifer Lopez had Nanny, maids, chefs who cook a healthy meal for her, trainer and all the time in her life” while you need to keep your house, kids, husband and cook your self and train by your self. I told her I can do it.

I signed for DOGS DAY SPRINT TRIATHLON in Broadlands 2 years ago, I called my PRECIOSO he was out of town and told him that I signed for my first triathlon ever he said “YOU SIGNED FOR WHAT????, YOU HAVE NOT TRAINED AT ALL AND YOUR TRIATHLON IS IN 5 DAYS HOLY COW!” We join Lifetime Fitness and started my training of course I did not how to swim, I can ride a bike and run but swim that was the hardest thing ever I HAD PANIC TO THE DEEP…. Forget to mention I did not have a bike for the triathlon we bought one road bike…

The day of my first triathlon came, could not sleep at all my hands sweat just thinking that I have to jump in the pool and swim no way I can do that. Finally  I did it  but took me : 400 mts swim = 14 min,  12 miles on the bike, 46:54min, and 5K running = 28:55min TOTAL = 1 hr :34 min; after all this I went home and I slept the whole afternoon and my legs felt tired.

After the struggle with the swim I decided to take swim lessons ( needed badly), and I join Team TPR ( Team Tri Performance Racing )and train with an AWESOME group of people. I decided to do a Half Ironman (HIM) in Augusta Georgia (peer pressure :o ) and start the adventure sorry the training on February of this year, I have no words to thank every one who give me the opportunity to train with them, and believed in me and encouraged me to keep doing this and train for this race. Last Sunday September 30th I completed satisfactory my first HIM = 1.2 miles swimming + 56 miles biking + 13.1 running = 70.3 = HALF IRON MAN and all I did in 5:54 Less than the time I was planning or had in mind. MAKE ME FEEL SO GOOD AND HAPPY AND EVERYTHING

And most important my family, because with out them I am not be here, sorry for the long weekends and my absence some days during my training, now that I finished the race everything was worth LOVE EVERY ONE OF YOU, I do not put names but when you read it you know who you are and also I do not want to forget names.

Thank you PRECIOSO this race means alot for me but you are my EVERYTHING LOVE YOU

Thank you God for everything and for never leave me alone,

Thanks Fionna and Fabrizio

Thanks Mom and Dad

Thanks sisters and brothers

Thank you to every person who has ever told me I cannot. You are just another reason why I will and I did.

Why the Popularity Contest Doesn’t Play By the Rules

I want to apologize to all the people I harassed last week. For filling your inboxes with my cajoling, pleading, whining, begging messages of coercion. “Vote for me.” “Like my video.” “Just a couple of clicks. ” “Only takes a few seconds.” “Would mean so much to me.” On and on I went.

What’s worse, I knew how I sounded and I disliked that sound immensely.

In my defense, I wasn’t myself. I had been transformed into this politician/salesman/predator by a contest. But not the type of contest that’s judged by merit. Oh no. We’re talking about the type that requires VOTES to win.

The Popularity Contest.

This is how the popularity contest works, in case you were fortunate enough NOT to be one of my victims last week. You enter the contest, in this case, by submitting a 2 min video or 160 character written response to the question “What Inspires You?” on a facebook page, and then sit back and watch the “likes” roll in. The person who gets the most likes, wins. Actually, I lied about that last part because the “likes” don’t actually roll in, you have to go out and get them.

Getting “Likes”

I don’t like asking people to do things for me. I absolutely loathe having to ask for votes or “likes.” So I posted the link on my facebook page with a “Please vote for me” squeak. And that got me about 7 “likes.” So I posted it again. 3 or so more. Then I posted my request on group pages. Meanwhile, the girl I’d identified as my only real competitor was racking up the “likes.” I wondered how she was doing it. I posted on my family members’ facebook walls, asking them to vote. And here’s where it got tricky. Because every time I posted a link, that link appeared on the contest facebook page, too, and now people were confused about which of my posts to “like.”  Or, because I posted a video, people were watching it on YouTube and then liking the YouTube video. Members of my family would say “we “liked” it!” and I would respond, “Thanks, but I don’t see your like. Are you liking the right thing?”

Putting On The Pressure

I still wasn’t getting anywhere near enough “likes” and so I resorted to hourly tweets and facebook messages. I would message a group of 20 or so people at a time, trying not to make the number too large, because, if you’re familiar with messaging, you’ll know that everyone gets notified anytime anyone posts, and it becomes a real annoyance. Not only that, but I could see when people left the conversation, and, if they did it before voting, I wondered why…

It Gets Personal

It may well have been that the person who left the conversation thought they had voted, but had in fact “liked” the wrong thing. But of course I started taking it personally whenever someone didn’t “like” the video, wondering what I’d done to offend them and then getting angry and considering “de-friending” (the horror!) them on the spot. For the record, I didn’t de-friend anyone. It’s possible (and understandable) that people might have de-friended me during this insanity.

It’s a Contest That Isn’t Won Based on Merit

As I mentioned, for this contest I made a short video, explaining what inspires me. Here’s the thing: No-one needed to watch the video to “like” it. I could have made a video of myself eating chips and watching TV and it wouldn’t have made a difference. I could have said that I’m inspired by Jello and The Teletubbies and the “likes” would have rolled in. My point is, my video wasn’t judged, just my ability to make people do something for me. Granted, the idea was to get more likes for the facebook page, but that could have been part of the contest: Post your entry, get 25 “likes” in order for your submission to be considered.

If you’re rolling your eyes right now and just considering me a sore loser because I didn’t win, let me ask you this: If your child entered a contest at school and the winner was selected based on how many of their friends liked it, would that be fair? No, because the kid with the most friends would win.

It’s a popularity contest.

Look, I know it’s my own fault. I entered into this with eyes wide open. My best friend Lisa messaged me when I lamented how few votes I had: “Stop doing contests where people have to vote for you.” She knows how much it hurts.

Let’s take a look at recent winners of such contests. A fellow runner and blogger recently won a voting contest by getting a relative to use a listserv to e-mail people asking for their vote. People who didn’t even know her voted for her. Some of them probably didn’t even know what they were voting for. I’m sure some of my relatives were wondering what they were “liking” and whether they were actually signing up for something they didn’t want.

One Final Plea

To companies and organizations who run contests: please stop making them popularity contests that aren’t based on merit. I understand that you’re looking for exposure but you can do that in other ways. Judge people’s entries. Make them feel that what they wrote or said was worthwhile, that it wasn’t just empty words on the page or an unheard voice on a screen. Ensure that their effort to win is put into producing their entry, not into campaigns to get people to vote. I spend an hour or so scripting, creating, and editing my video but many more asking people to vote. That’s not how it should be. This isn’t what makes a good contest.

It’s a popularity contest.

Let’s leave the voting to Presidential Elections and American Idol.

*I do want to express my thanks to all who “liked” the video as well as the company running the contest, which actually awarded me 2nd place for getting over 100 votes, even though there wasn’t originally a second place prize. And I want to assure them as well as you that I’m not a sore loser, just a fierce competitor.

Thoughts? Ideas? Criticisms?

2XU “What Inspires You?” Contest

Hey just a quickie to let you know I entered the 2XU “What Inspires You” Contest where I explain what motivates me to race. The contest is on facebook and requires applicants to either write what motivates them or make a short video. I’ve been dodging the whole “vlogging” bullet because I just can’t stand listening to myself. But I saw this as a great opportunity because I had what I thought was a neat idea for a little video involving my kids.

Please, if you have a couple of seconds, visit the 2XU North America facebook page and “like” my video. You need to look for this box on the right side of their page:

Then click the one that says “Here’s my video” and just click the “like” button. Voila! Many thanks.

Seven Things that ROCK

Yippee. I can run again. Good thing, too, because the weather is now too cold for biking (I am a warm weather biker for sure) but perfect for running. I am probably overdoing it but here was my first week back running:

Sunday – 3 miles

Tuesday 3.5 miles

Thursday 5.5 miles

Saturday 6.75 miles

Monday (today) 7 miles

Now, before you scream “You’re nuts! You tore a calf muscle and had to take 3 weeks off!” I am running all of these miles super slow. We’re talking 9:00 – 9:30 pace which for me feels like no effort at all. Which means I’ve really been enjoying running…imagine that. No sufferfests. Anyway, the calf doesn’t hurt when I run and I wear compression socks just to give it a little support. Which reminds me, here’s my list of THINGS THAT ROCK for me right now:

1. Compression socks (can’t live without them right now)

2. Fall weather. Delicious. I could literally stay outside all day. Unfortunately I’m also allergic to Fall (and Spring) so can only take it in small doses.

3. Athleta. OK, you know I like Athleta but now I like them twice as much because I found out that, if you’re a certified coach, you get 30% off in stores. No kidding. Just take in proof that you’re a certified coach (I took a pic of my RRCA Coaching certificate) to any Athleta store, fill out a form and voila! 30% off. They don’t advertise this so not sure if it’s super secret or not, but I figure sharing this info with my 3 loyal blog readers isn’t a big deal.

4. Online yard sales. So someone in my community started an online yard sale page on facebook. Freaking genius. You have to live in the local area, obviously, and once you’re approved you post pics of what you want to sell, how much you want for it, and people respond if they’re interested. It is so much better than hauling all your unwanted items out onto the driveway, putting up signs and standing around until it rains and you have to drag everything back inside. Granted, I spent my entire Sunday at home as I had a lot of people coming by to collect stuff, but I got to stay in my pjs most of the day – until I realized I’d been so busy selling I hadn’t planned anything for my family to eat and had to put clothes on to go to Red Robin.

5. Potomac River Running. This is my local running store as well as my sponsor. I am running on one of their teams for Marine Corps Marathon. When I told them I had injured my calf they were nice as could be and told me to do what I needed to do. I am still gonna run MCM because the team needs my body count, but I don’t have to run it fast, just finish. I’m actually looking forward to it! So on Saturday I volunteered at packet pickup for one of their races and had a fantastic time meeting other runners, many of whom I know from facebook but hadn’t met in person! I was thrilled to meet Jessica from Pace of Me who was using the 10 miler aspart of an 18-mile marathon-pace training run…all I can say is if that’s her marathon pace (7:22!) she’s gonna ROCK MCM.

6. Halloween. I absolutely love Halloween. It is my favorite holiday ever. And not just for the candy, although that is a big bonus. My husband and I have a great couples costume idea for this year’s Halloween party…can’t give it away but there are gonna be some funny pics out in a month! Here’s a pic of us last year (we were trophies in case you couldn’t guess):

7. The ability to run. Enough said. :)

Right, time to go sell stuff online and put up Halloween decorations…

Are you a yard-sale lover or loather?

When do you put up Halloween decorations? I can’t do it before October 1st. Doesn’t feel right.

#AthletaEmbrace and Instagram

I’ve been wearing Athleta clothing almost as long as I’ve been practicing yoga. My first pair of Athleta shorts saw me through my first pregnancy, over 10 years ago, and since then I’ve added to my workout wardrobe with a range of cute and functional Athleta gear.

Sure, you can wear anything – as long as it moves and breathes – to practice yoga, but I find that wearing Athleta clothing makes me more comfortable both physically and mentally, enabling me to focus fully on the practice.

Athleta is running an Embrace the Yoga Challenge Instagram contest in conjunction with Satya Jewelry; six winners will receive a $200 Athleta gift card and an Ariel necklace by Satya! And all you have to do is submit a photo of yourself doing one of the poses they demonstrate in their tutorials!

Please visit my Instagram picture of my half moon pose and like it to help me win! Thank you!

 

Do you use Instagram? I LOVE Instagram. I post daily and enjoy looking at pictures from others. But there are a few things I don’t care so much to look at. In no particular order:
1. Half-eaten food. Don’t get me wrong, love food pics, just don’t want to see a half-eaten sandwich with teeth marks in it. Unappetizing!
2. Feet. Even pretty ones. Especially gross when a foot picture follows a food picture.
3. Cats. Sorry, there are just too many cats on Instagram. We need Catgram.
And, just to balance things out, a list of things I love to look at:
1. Nature.
2. Animals. Except cats. ;)
3. Happy people. :)
What are your Instagram likes/dislikes?

ElliptiGO, Dry Needling, and the Ape Index

I feel like Britney Spears when she sang, “Oops, I did it again.” Fortunately I didn’t shave my head or accidentally marry a friend but I did get injured…again.

And I feel like a broken record. The point was really brought home to me last week when my chiropractor, the amazing Dr. H at United Wellness Center, pulled up a stool next to me and said, “aren’t you supposed to be here for a hip injury?” as I was telling him that my calf hurt so bad I couldn’t run. I had to laugh or else I’d cry.

I don’t think I did anything really stupid. Unless you consider running 15 miles on the Appalachian Trail stupid, which I guess some people would. But I LOVE this type of running. It is a natural high for me and I’m never happier than when I’m skipping across rocks, heaving myself up ridiculous hills (and flying back down the other side) and embracing nature in the only way I know how.

For me, running on a man-made surface is antithetical to how we’re supposed to run. The Appalachian Trail gave me the opportunity to run on a surface older than humans, home to one of the world’s greatest hardwood forests, and, most importantly, the first 15 miles of the JFK 50 mile race…which, of course, is now in question.

But I refuse to wallow. For a start, I can still bike, swim, and do yoga, and of course last week I plunged headfirst into all three with my usual reckless abandon. I swam twice, went to two yoga classes, and biked 127 miles. None of these activities bothered my calf and so were fine to do. My arms and neck screamed from the extra work, but I (mostly) ignored them. I also planted a garden, which I’m really proud of as it trumps my previous feeble attempts. :)

 

Secondly, I sought some solace in this report from Runner’s World about Ryan Hall’s catalog of recent injuries. Even the best runners in the world get injured, so I shouldn’t feel like a complete loser when I do.

Finally, during the week a report came out from SOAS Racing about top Age Group triathlete and multiple Kona finisher Amy Gluck, who is in a medically-induced coma after being hit by a semi while on a training ride. How could I possibly feel sorry for my situation when this girl is fighting for her life? Thoughts and prayers for Amy, please. Here’s a forum on her status.

And then a report came out about the ElliptoGO World Championships, and in between bouts of hysterical laughter I started thinking that maybe I should take up this sport. If it’s good enough for Adam Goucher and Mary Decker Slaney, it’s good enough for me.

Male winner Rusty Snow, image from Competitor.com

Yeah, being injured isn’t so bad.

Besides, I finally got to try a PT technique that I’ve been wanting to have done for ages: dry needling. You can look it up if you want more info, but basically a needle that feels like an acupuncture needle (you don’t expect me to look, do you?) is inserted under the skin and jiggled around until all your nerves start firing and it feels like a thousand tiny aliens are trying to bust out from under your skin. It doesn’t hurt that much, it’s more weird than painful. After I’d been dry needled my calf cramped up really bad, making driving home a  challenge and walking impossible. I rode my bike to school to pick up my kids…I refuse to drive 0.5 of a mile.

But I knew I needed to move my calf in order for it to heal so I biked that evening and the next day it felt 100% better. I was tempted to try to run but Dr. H had told me I needed to take a minimum of 2 weeks off running, so I was well-behaved and went to yoga instead.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t itching to run now, but I just had another dry needling treatment and, while I skipped into Dr. H’s office saying “it feels much better!”  I limped back out with the realization that, no, it’s not.

So I’ll wait another week. In the meantime I’ll read up on the elliptiGO, swim, bike, do yoga, and all the other things I’m GRATEFUL I can do.

What about the Ape Index? Oh yeah, this is another thing I read about last week. Much down time, huh?! ;) Anyway, my Ape Index is 0. Check yours out here.

What do you do when injured?

Want to do the ElliptiGO World Champs next year? I’m all about taking down Mary Decker Slaney for what she did to Zola Budd at the LA Olympics in 1984. ;)

More importantly, what’s your Ape Index?

 

 

Don’t Exceed Your Word Count

I got my first byline at age 15, while on “work experience” for my local newspaper, The Basingstoke Gazette. Work experience was the best thing that ever happened to me in high school….or rather out of school, since it involved spending two weeks away from school, researching and writing articles about events in and around the town. I went with another reporter to rescue a bird from a woman’s roof, and wrote about that. I watched and reported on the local elementary school play. I visited a center for physically handicapped children to learn about their new bus. I had a whale of a time. My byline was on an article about a new emergency system for the elderly – the precursor to “Help! I’ve Fallen and I Can’t Get Up!”

As an undergrad at Sheffield University I wrote news articles for the student newspaper and became News Editor-in-Chief in my second year at Sheffield. Then I moved to the U.S. and found that journalism here is a very different animal than in the U.K.  My writing style just didn’t fit with The Diamondback, The University of Maryland’s Student Newspaper, and my articles were constantly amended and changed until they were no longer mine. Eventually, despite the fact that I was being paid to write for the first time in my life, I quit.

Somewhere along the path to reality I gave up on my dream of becoming a journalist. After graduating I became an Editor for an engineering firm and spent the next several years rewriting other people’s prose. My blog has returned to me the ability to write the way I want, without having to conform to a particular style or meet any criteria.

But I still love to write for larger audiences and so I jumped when recently given the chance to write for Washington Running Report, a magazine I’ve enjoyed reading for several years. The topic was charity running and I happened to know the perfect charity runner to interview. I love everything about Amy’s story; trouble is, I love it a little too much. And so I went way over my 450 word count limit. As in, 450 words over. I cut it down some. It was still much too long. I tried to cut more but just couldn’t. Knowing I was close to the deadline, I sent the article to the Editor apologizing for the length and hoping they had room for the extra few paragraphs. Who was I kidding? I know from my days on Sheffield University’s student newspaper that there’s a finite amount of space for each article.

So of course the Editor did the only thing she could – cut it down to make it fit. While she did a great job of keeping most of the story, and while the outcome is entirely my fault, I felt bad that so much had to be left out of Amy’s story. (You can read the article on page 17 of the magazine.) And so, since I’ve been rambling for a while now, I’m going to shut up and let Amy’s words speak for themselves. This is the article in its entirety.

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You might think the 2010 top individual fundraiser for Train 4 Autism had a well-planned strategy, a background in fundraising, or at least some sort of plan before she started. But you’d be wrong. Because this is the story of how one race, intended as a distraction from the challenge of traveling 1500 miles with an autistic child for treatment, turned into a year-long, 1000 mile fundraising journey, simply because she said “yes.”

She is Amy Belknap, a 38-year old who lives in South Riding, VA with her husband Randall, daughter Carley and son Bailey. Bailey is 10 and was diagnosed with autism in 2005. Since his diagnosis, Bailey’s parents have been on a mission to find a treatment that will help their son. When Amy found the Johnson Center for Child Health and Development in Austin, TX, she believed their program might help Bailey. But she was terrified. Terrified that, after previous failures, the program wouldn’t work, and Bailey would end up being institutionalized. Terrified that it would work, and they would have to relocate. So she did what everyone does when they’re terrified: found something that terrified her even more. She signed up to run a half marathon in Austin.

After the race, as Bailey jumped on the bed in their hotel room, she posted her “just ran my first half marathon” status on Facebook. I’m sure it was amusing, as Amy’s known for her humorous posts, such as: Well, after 1150 miles in the car driving to Ironman Lake Placid & back this weekend, I have an IronButt. Her post got an instant reaction from friends, all of them asking, “Are you running for Autism? How can we donate?” Believing that, “if someone offers you money, never say no,” Amy said “Yes, of course!” Still stuck in the hotel room in Austin, with Bailey now climbing the walls, she thought, “I just missed an opportunity; I’d better run another race.” Motivated her friends, she signed up on the spot for the following month’s National Half Marathon. “I looked at Bailey bouncing on the hotel bed and looked at how far we’d come and thought, if I can take an autistic child across the country, I can raise money by running.”

Through an online search for a portal through which people could donate, Amy found Train 4 Autism. It was just the organization she was looking for because, unlike some other charity organizations, Train 4 Autism allows the athlete to choose what events they race and where the funds go. Amy chose the Johnson Center as her funding recipient, to thank them for all they had given Bailey. The day she launched her fundraising page, Amy received $700 in donations. But she didn’t stop there. Admitting that “I have a tendency to chicken out,” Amy decided she needed accountability. She announced her goal: one year, one race per month, $1000 in donations per race, for a total of $10,000. Oh, and 1000 miles of running. She cemented that one with a license plate that read 1000MI.

Once home from Austin, she realized ordinary fundraising, which involves a lot of legwork, wasn’t going to work because of Bailey’s schedule and because it’s hard to take an autistic child out with you. It was at a marketing seminar on increasing sales (she and her husband are small business owners) that she found the answer: social media. “This was the perfect fit,” she says, “because I can be on the computer anywhere: at Bailey’s appointments, at home while he’s doing therapy, in the middle of the night…”

She immediately set up a blog – autismrunner.blogspot.com – where she shared her story. She carried her phone to races “so people were at the start with me” and updated her status as soon as she was done. Following her mantra, “surround yourself with good resources and people who know what they’re doing,” she networked with endurance athletes to learn how to run and with autism parents to raise awareness and promote her fundraising. She saw an upsurge in donations around the date of her races and realized that twitter was the best way to get noticed. Ever savvy, she struck up conversations with key individuals in the autism community who had large numbers of followers. Retweets were her secret weapon.

Her “can do” attitude endeared her to followers. She made fun of herself, pointed out the silly things she did at races, and described how she got through the tough spots. “Before the race, one of my autism mommy friends advised me to ‘Run like the cure is at the finish.’ I just kept saying that over and over again, in between the mental swear words, ouches, and whimpering.” She found that the more she put herself out there, the more she got in return. She reconnected with her best friend from 7th grade, Jenny Lagerquist, now an Ironman triathlete and coach, who agreed to provide coaching for her first marathon, Marine Corps Marathon.

As if it wasn’t enough to be running her first marathon, Amy decided to do it dressed as a tooth. She claims that a neighbor, who was a dentist, “charity dared” her to do it. Seeing this as another opportunity to fundraise, by the time MCM rolled around she had multiple dental sponsors, all of which she displayed on her “marathon molar” costume. Two more marathons – Outer Banks and Las Vegas RnR – gave her 7 half marathons and 3 full marathons for the year. She qualified for both Half Fanatics and Marathon Maniacs, further increasing her network of supporters and donors.

Done, right? Wrong. Amy wanted to come full circle and finish where she started…well, almost. In February 2010 she had started the fundraising journey when she ran the Austin Half Marathon…one year later she ran the Marathon, a symbol of how far she’d come. Of her achievement, Amy says, “The more you give, the more you’re uplifted and strengthened. It never felt a burden to me. You need a reason when you’re tired and feel you can’t go on. Running for a charity gave me that reason.”

Amy is still running and completed her first triathlon last year, placing first in her age group. She now has her sights set on an Ironman! You can read her blog at www.autismrunner.blogspot.com For more information on the Johnson Center in Austin, TX, visit www.johnson-center.org For more information on Train 4 Autism, visit www.train4autism.org

 

Have you ever been “charity dared?” Ever exceeded your word count? What’s your dream job?

 

 

You say Eggplant, I say Aubergine

In the UK an eggplant is an aubergine. We also call a zucchini a courgette. And of course a tomaydo is a tomahto…

One of my former college roommates moved to the UK a couple of years ago and we met up at a local pub when we were in England in April. Upon surveying the menu,  she lamented the lack of vegetable options, saying:  ”You go to the market (that would be supermarket in England) and they have all these wonderful vegetables, but in a restaurant they only serve peas and carrots!” So true. I have no idea why that is.

Moving on.

I like belonging to a CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) because I am forced to cook with veggies I would never buy in the grocery store, eggplant being one of them. I have this great book, Eating Local, The Cookbook Inspired by America’s Farmers, which contains some great recipes for your CSA veggies, along with some of the most beautiful vegetable pictures I’ve ever seen. Seriously, I think they must be airbrushed. In the book is a recipe for Grilled Eggplant Cannelloni with Ricotta and Prosciutto. This recipe, I realized, would use not only the eggplant but also the CSA onions, tomatoes, and garlic scape that had been languishing in the fridge for a while, waiting for me to do something with them. I made a modified version, sans prosciutto, so it could be a veggie dish. The recipe was a bit daunting at first (2 pages!) but I found it was actually very simple and had no problems making the recipe, even the tomato sauce. I thought tomato sauce came in a can.

Anyway, not only was it easy to make but it tasted delicious. I’ve actually made it twice and, seeing as there were eggplants in today’s CSA box, I plan to make it again! Here’s my modified recipe:

Ingredients

2 large eggplants, 1.25 to 1.5 pounds each
Kosher or sea salt
2 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil

Tomato Sauce
1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil
1/2 yellow onion, minced
2 large cloves garlic, minced
1.5 pounds plum tomatoes, chopped (no need to peel) (I used grape tomatoes from the CSA box)
8 to 12 fresh basil leaves
1 teaspoon dried oregano
Kosher or sea salt

Ricotta Filling
2 cups whole-milk ricotta cheese (or one 15 oz container)
1/2 cup freshly grated pecorino or Parmigiano Reggiano cheese
2 tablespoons minced fresh Italian parsley
1 large clove garlic, minced
black pepper
1 large egg, lightly beaten

1/2 cup  freshly grated pecorino or Parmigiano Reggiano cheese, for topping

1. Slice off the eggplant’s green cap, then cut each eggplant lengthwise into slices about 1/3 inch thick. Discard the first and last slices, which are mostly skin. Sprinkle slices on both sides with salt, then set them on a rack and let stand for 30 minutes, Moisture will bead on the surface.

2. Prepare a moderate charcoal fire or preheat a gas grill to medium (375F). Pat eggplant slices dry with paper towels, then brush on both sides with the olive oil. Place the slices directly over the coals or gas flame and cook, turning once, until they are nicely marked by the grill and pliable, about 3 mins each side. Set the slices aside on a tray to cool.

3. To make the tomato sauce, heat the olive oil in  a large skillet over moderate heat. Add the onion and garlic and saute until the onion is soft and beginning to color, 5 to 10 mins. Add the tomatoes and cook, stirring often, until they soften and collapse into a sauce, about 10 minutes, depending on ripeness.

4. Remove from the heat, and pass the mixture through a food mill (I put it in the blender). Return the puree to the skillet over moderate heat. Tear the basil leaves in half and add to the skillet along with the oregano and salt to taste. Simmer gently, stirring occasionally, until the sauce is thick.

5. To make the ricotta filling, put the ricotta, pecorino, parsley and garlic in a medium bowl. Stir until blended, then season to taste with salt and pepper. Stir in the egg.

6. Preheat the oven to 350F. Choose a shallow baking dish large enough to hold all the eggplant rolls snugly in one layer. Spread 1/3 cup of the tomato sauce on the bottom of the dish.

7. Put a generous 2 tablespoons filling on each eggplant slice and spread it evenly. Carefully roll each slice like a jelly roll, and place the rolls, seam side down, in the baking dish.

Top with the remaining tomato sauce and sprinkle the pecorino over the top.

8. Bake until lightly browned and bubbling, about 45 minutes. Cool for 20 minutes before serving.

Enjoy! Do you have any eggplant recipes? Any vegetables that stump you? 

Head Games

Today I’m guest blogging at From Couch to Ironwoman – check out my post on mental preparation and be sure to check out Jamie’s awesome blog at the same time! Jamie started running in April 2011 and has made completing an Ironman her ultimate goal.

Does My Cowbell Annoy You? Tips for Race Spectators

I’m not racing tomorrow. This is the first time I haven’t raced South Riding Triathlon in 3 years and it feels strange. But, at the same time, it gives me a great opportunity to cheer on my TPR teammates and I will be out in full force on the bike course with my flag and cowbell, at the bottom of a short hill that comes right after a turn, and you bet I’ll be yelling at people to move it! There will be some “motivational” chalk messages on the road to help those who need the extra boost, too.

Because spectating is a sport in itself and there are some who could do with training, here are my six tips on how to be a good race spectator.

1. You Don’t Know Me But Cheer for Me Anyway!

Some spectators only cheer for their “person.” They make a special sign, drive goodness-knows-how far to the race site, stand for possibly hours, all to say “Go, [insert name]!” when said person passes them. The rest of the time they stand, silently, staring at the other racers, occasionally muttering “when will he be here? I think I see him! Go!…oh no, that’s not him…maybe a few more minutes…” Seriously, how boring must this be? As a racer, I find it slightly annoying but mostly funny to pass these types of spectators. They can’t be having any fun. So, if you’re coming out to a race to cheer on your person, cheer for everyone else, too. We really liked to be cheered on by people we don’t know. Makes us feel like celebrities!

2. Lie To Me

I know I look like shit. I know I’m sweaty and gross and have drool coming from my mouth and look like I’m gonna pass out any minute, but lie to me and tell me “looking good!” or “looking strong!” Because it really makes a difference. You may step back while saying this so you don’t have to smell me.

3.  Stay the Hell Out of My Way

I mean this in the nicest way, but please, stay back. If you get too close I may freak out, especially if I’m on the bike, and you don’t want to be responsible for a wreck. Also, please don’t run across the road right in front of me. If it’s late in the race I cannot possibly swerve to avoid you, as my body refuses to respond to sudden commands, and if it’s early you’re gonna cause me to break my stride and that’s equally dangerous.

4. Make Some Noise!

I love cowbells, so ring yours to your heart’s content. In consideration of fellow spectators who may not like them so much, I recommend switching locations from time to time. At Cherry Blossom 10 Mile in April there was a man with a very loud gong near the end of the race and all I could think was, “Dear God, those poor people standing near him!” So be loud and proud but move around!

5. Please Don’t Use the Portapotty Prior to the Race

Look, I know you have needs, but if at all possible, please could you hold it until the race starts? You’ll have the potties all to yourself then. It’s really hard to wait an eternity in line only to see a non-racer emerge from my special pre-race place.

6. Thank You.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for being a spectator. You have no idea (well, maybe you do) how much spectators mean to racers. Without you it’s just like a training event that costs money. So please keep coming out, cheering for us, waving your signs, ringing your cowbells, and banging your gongs. I love it.

Do you have other tips for spectators? How about tips for racers? 

How I Learned to Swim (and didn’t drown)

I’ve had several discussions lately with people who are beginning the fun journey of learning to swim as adults. If you are one of them, let me tell you right now that I know exactly what you’re going through. Four years ago, I was you (sort of..well, you know what I mean…)

I hate not being able to do something. Of course, there are lots of things I won’t be able to do no matter how much I try, such as reach the top shelf at the grocery store without climbing on the bottom shelf, become President (I’m London born and proud of it) or pee like a guy, but when I know I CAN do something about it, that pisses me off.

Plus, I really wanted to do a triathlon but not being able to swim was a bit of a sticking point. So I decided I would learn. Here’s my no holds barred account of how I did just that.

Four years ago my two boys were 4 and 6 and were both on the Mini Ray swim team. In other words, they could swim better than I could. So I made sure to sit really close to their coach during practice, so I could hear what she was telling them. Then, when it got dark (not kidding) I went to the pool and tried to swim. I was terrified the lifeguard would dive in and try to rescue me during my pathetic attempts to get across the pool, but thankfully our lifeguards don’t really like getting out of their chairs so I was left alone to flounder in the deep end.

At 8 he could swim better than me...

When summer came to an end, I moved to the indoor pool near my youngest son’s preschool. I’d drop him at school and, before I could change my mind, I’d drive over to the Freedom Center pool and get in the lane next to the wall (for safety). At that time in the morning it was just me and the water aerobics class, so I got to swim along to some great tunes. At this point I could make it one length without stopping, but I had to rest at the wall each time. I couldn’t believe how out of breath I was. Here I was, a marathon runner, and I couldn’t swim 25 yards without hyperventilating. I learned that part of this was my poor breathing technique, but most of it was my discomfort in the water. I was terrified I might drown. Seriously. I had visions of slipping under the water and no-one noticing.  I eventually overcame this fear simply by swimming more, and found I could do 2 then 3 and more lengths without stopping.

That's what I said...

In the Spring, I signed up for South Riding Triathlon, which would be held in September. I attended a tri clinic at the beginning of the summer and was horrified that we had to swim the entire 400m race distance. I managed it with some stopping and about 100m of breaststroke. After some biking and running, which I did with no problems, the race director, Brian Crow, told us to do the swim again. Then he looked at me and said, “freestyle the whole way.” Who was this guy kidding? There was NO WAY I could swim 400m freestyle! Nevertheless, I got in the pool and I tried it. I had to stop a couple of times but I made it the whole way swimming freestyle. I was psyched.

I had signed up to swim twice a week with the master’s swim program over the summer. I got through the workouts and improved my stamina while lowering the time I spent hanging on the wall, but my technique was awful. Master’s swim really doesn’t focus on technique, since it’s assumed you already know how to swim (most of my poolmates swam in high school while I played field hockey and ran cross-country and kept away from bodies of water) and just want to get in a workout.

In the Fall I signed up to swim with Brian Crow from Team TPR. I knew I wasn’t a good swimmer, but I didn’t realize how bad I was until one day when I accidentally found myself in a lane with two of the faster ladies in our Wednesday morning swim group. I seriously thought they were going to drown me as they kept passing me, doing flip turns, and other scary stuff. To make matters worse, Coach Crow was videotaping us so I got to relive the horror of my underwater slaughter as well as observe my horrific technique over and over again.

But, as the months passed and Coach Crow picked apart my stroke week after week, having me do all these totally weird drills that made me feel like a complete idiot, I saw some improvement. There were moments, such as when he had me swim catchup with a pull bouy, and I couldn’t stop myself from logrolling, when I thought I would never get this. There were even a couple of primadonna scenes where I got out of the pool and stomped off, but things eventually got better.

Last summer my then 9 year old taught me how to do a flip turn. If you think learning to swim is embarrassing, try learning to flip with your 9 year old saying, “OMG Mom, it’s soooo easy!!!”

I made it!

Last year I completed my first Half Ironman, which involves 1.2 miles of swimming. In open water. To make matters worse, I positioned myself front and center at the start and got pummeled for the first few minutes. I focused on not panicking, reminding myself that I was NOT going to drown, and just kept swimming…

So when people who are at the beginning of their swim journey tell me that they don’t think they’ll ever be able to swim 400m without stopping, that they’ll never feel completely comfortable swimming, that they will NEVER swim in open water, I explain where I started, and how far I’ve come, and tell them YES, you will.

 

 

Dear NBC, Can I Watch Sports Now?

Dear NBC,

I understand the fact that you need to keep advertisers and sponsors happy by showing popular star-studded Olympics  finals in prime-time, but, were you an Olympic athlete, last night’s performance wouldn’t have even got you through the preliminaries, let alone a spot on the podium. Last night, I think we saw more of Bob Costas, Ryan Seacrest, various parents, and the Olympic advertisers than the actual sporting events and the athletes themselves.

Once again, we were treated to yet another Phelps interview with Ryan “how high can my hair get” Seacrest. How on earth a singing competition host was awarded a spot interviewing Olympic athletes is beyond me. Was there really no-one else even halfway qualified for the job? Perhaps Seacrest has a sports background I’m unaware of. I know, he played ping-pong one summer camp.

I settled into my seat at 8:15, rewound (so I can skip commercials) to the beginning of the coverage of events that happened about 12 hours ago in a country where it was already tomorrow, looking forward to seeing swimming and gymnastics. Apparently there were only three countries competing in women’s gymnastics – USA, Russia, and China. Of course, we were reminded at least a dozen times how Jordyn Wieber failed to qualify for the individual all-around and was now relegated to “leading her team” to a Gold …her only hope of a medal at this Olympics. There were more close-ups of the gymnasts’ sparkly make-up, hair pulled back so tight their eyes were popping, and chalky hands than of anything else. We watched them putting their wrappings on and taking them off. We watched them hug each other after every event, and of course we watched Wieber’s mother clutching her rosary in the stands and slumping back into the laps of the people behind her once Jordyn had safely completed each event.

Now, I like a P&G moment as much as the next person, but athletes’ parents featured so much in last night’s coverage that I wondered if the program’s editors found this more interesting than the events themselves. We were treated to Phelps’ family clutching one another in the final 50 of his 200m butterfly event and his mother’s facial expression as it went from elation that he had won to realization he was only second, upon which she composed herself and applauded politely. I’ll admit, that was quite fun to watch.

NBC, I’ll give you credit where it’s due. We did actually get to see women’s platform diving, even though the USA hadn’t qualified, something that wouldn’t have even been covered a few years ago. Apparently diving is popular. At one point we were informed that Malaysia (at least I think it was Malaysia, it was so fleeting I could be mistaken) was in 2nd place, but apparently they weren’t worth showing on screen as they soon dropped down out of the medal spots. Once Great Britain dropped from 1st place to 5th or 6th with a lackluster dive, we didn’t see any more of their dives either, which removed the opportunity to see Tom Daly’s hilarious reaction to every free-fall.

I caught up with the coverage around 9:30pm (after putting my kids’ to bed at 8:45 I resumed watching but quickly skipped through the commercials and additional fluff) but at 10:30 was still waiting for the mens’ 4 x 200m relay. I waited until almost 11:00 but with a track workout scheduled for 5:30am the next day (yes, some of us get up early for our sports, too) I had to bag it and get some much-needed sleep. I should have just looked up the results online. 8 hours earlier.

NBC, you can do so much better. I know this, because as I type I’m watching stellar coverage of the men’c cycling time trials. It’s uninterrupted, well commentated, devoid of hype and hyperbole, parental reactions, and pithy interview questions. It’s sport.

NBC, the Olympic Games are a sporting event. Yes, they’re a spectacle, but at the end of the day they’re about finely tuned, highly trained ATHLETES who have come to the world’s biggest stage to show what they can do. I’d like to see some of that. Please.

Sincerely,

A Sports Fan.