run this amazing day

Outtakes from "30 Days of Biking" photography.   That's right, mama's got guns.   Right here. Just ignore my stomach blobbing over the top of my bike shorts. It's a cyclist thing. Day 5: 5 miles inside because it was hardcore pouring!  

Graham has been doing the couch to 5K program along with the poet (breaking in his Vibrams - a pair of shoes I am violently against, but that's another story).  They made it most of the way through the program over the past 2 months, although their training has been a little inconsistent.  Friday night was his big debut, and Molly & I decided to go along to cheer him on. His race plan was to start at the back and slow.  He was going to walk if he needed to, but he wanted to try and run the whole thing.  He spent the afternoon hydrating and sleeping on a giant green pillow in the living room.  I helped him into his race shirt and we headed to the start. The starting line was really crowded and Molly made a bunch of new friends, but Graham was pretty nervous and just wanted to focus on his race.   At the call to the start, everyone got kisses and Molly bit Graham on the leg for good luck.   Beth came to the race to pose as the official race ph...

I spent most of last summer on a bike (or pool running, but let's ignore that for the sake of this post).  I rode mostly in the wee hours of the morning to get it done before the heat, and then I'd come home, lift, work all day, and then cook dinner while dancing around in my kitchen with Graham, all still in my sweaty, smelling-faintly-like-peppermint (ride glide of choice) bike clothes.   I'm thrilled to say those days are back. Sorry about the blurry pic, it's tough to hold still when you've got moves like mine.  Also, please ignore the ice pack stuffed down the back of my pants and Molly chewing on Graham's leg while he tries to get her entire head in her mouth and I put my elbow in the flour container and then it went everywhere including the wall.  And I'll take a real shower soon, I promise, but I'm swimming 6 days out of 7 and that's close enough. A bunch of cyclists on Twitter introduced me to something called "30 Days of Biking...

I almost can't look at it. March Goals National Half.  Get there healthy & run it down. Yeah, well.  I got there, anyway, and I ran that cranky bitch down.  March wasn't the confidence-boosting month that I hoped it would be.  Instead of continuing to rock the face off of every training run, I rocked myself right into two weeks of misery and depression .  Just about every aspect of my training took a hit, one way or another, this month.  And yet somehow I'm ready to attack April.  Short-term memory loss goes a long way, folks. The first two weeks of the month weren't all bad, though.  I had some really great track workouts and a great 14M long run (which I ran much faster than the race last weekend am trying not to dwell on). I've been able to maintain my swim base throughout all of this, and while I'm still spending about 80% of my workouts with the pull buoy banging me in the crotch, I feel confident that I will be ready for at ...