
Over the long weekend I told a friend that I was going down to Tingley Beach (a few very small man made lakes) with my 2 yo to feed the ducks bread. She said she would join us with her daughter. When we met up as I grabbed my son just as he was knee deep in duck poop water and trying to swim after the ducks and her daughter was asking her for more bread I laughed. I said "You know when I invited you I envisioned a much more relaxing event!!!" I thought our children might slowly throw in pieces of bread from a distance not right at the edge of the water, I imagined a cool breeze not a hotter than normal labor day, and I thought we'd be chatting and catching up on our latest adventures. Instead I was sweating more than I do on a hard work out chasing my son in the hot sun protecting him from the angry geese that don't like to be chased by a two year old trying to force feed them stale bread (they probably have ptsd after escaping a foie gras farm), explaining to him that no we can't swim in the dirty water, trying to get him to share the bread we brought with his friend, reminding him no not all dogs are Lexi and some of them bight, and watching as my friend runs to the bathroom with her recently potty trained daughter before she pees her pants. I think we got about two full sentences in with each other. In the end though as I sat in the car with the air conditioner blasting to cool us off and my son sat in the back chugging water and saying "quack, qua, bye, bye ducky" we both were content and ready to head home for a big meal.
Why did I open with this little story? Well, I feel like that has been my life lately. These visions of perfect scenarios dancing in my head but when I live them they are a series of imperfections. I have been on a hiatus from writing on here not purposefully but more from feeling overwhelmed with life. Work has been stressful and my triathlon season was not what I thought it would be and my home life has been a roller coaster. But in the end I'm still here and I'm still living to my fullest potential and my son brings me the light I need to sustain the energy to keep going. Even though I was running late to that one triathlon and missed podium by 20 seconds or so I was so happy to have my son there watching me and my parents there helping. My life is no where near perfect but as long as I have my family and friends there as support I'll be able to keep my head above water. As long as my son keeps telling me "luv uuuu mama" and laughing hysterically when I dance with him I'll be fulfilled. I just have to let go of the perfectionism or striving for unattainable goals. Focus on the ones I can accomplish and make new ones as I meet those. I made my goals for off season.This season I did 2 sprint triathlons and 1 olympic. I felt strong considering that I never got in all the training time I wanted. But of course I'm not back to what I was use to feeling like out there. What surprised me the most is how hard it has been to rebuild my bike base. So over the off season I'm looking to get back to my old "race weight" which is not too far off from where I am now but I just feel like it would help make me faster but more importantly just to eat "cleaner" so that I feel my best. The first thing I did was re-quit drinking Diet Dr Ps and I'm also cutting out alcohol. Other than that I eat pretty clean besides the occasional dessert indulgence. I'm also increasing my weight training to make sure my abs and back are strong before starting up again. Surprisingly my swim felt the most improved this season. I'm looking at investing in new bike (mine is over 12 years old and has been through 2 IMs, 1 HIM, and over 40 sprint and olympics) I think the poor thing is on it's last leg. You can hear me coming from a mile away and the chain keeps falling off. I'm also looking to invest in a treadmill so I can do interval training at home when I can't leave the house because the kiddo is sleeping and I'm the only one there to take care o him. My goal for next season is to do 3-4 sprints and 1 olympic distance. Yes, you got that right I'm not setting time or other goals just goals to get out there more!
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We never have the perfect race every time, but learning to take what the day gives us is a sign of maturity, I think. Sometimes you feed the ducks, sometimes the ducks eat you.
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