2,000 miles and counting

Sooo... I'm moving to Austin.

Yup.

2.5 years ago my best friend and I visited because thought it sounded cool and everyone I knew had great things to say about it.

And then I met a guy that lives there.

So, I'm moving to Austin.  For love.

In 3 weeks.

I'm currently in the freak out stage and getting rid of most of my worldly belongings. Which is actually good. I've wanted to have less 'stuff' for a long time but didn't know where to start or how to do it.  But now, everything I own has to fit in a 7'11"x4'8"x7' box.   257 cubic feet.

So, it's a challenge.  Most of my furniture isn't coming with.  I've downsized my closet and kitchen quite a bit.

But, I'm excited to be able to workout again year round outdoors. Well... we'll see how that goes in the summer... perhaps just a LOT of swimming....

But, on the other side. I don't have a job. Mine is only keeping me remote until March 31.  Needless to say, I'm worrying. A bit. Ok, a lot.

And the 50 miler is on hold. Sad face.

50 miler

I'm thinking about signing up for a 50 mile trail run. 52.4 actually. A double marathon.  WTF.

over before it began

My last post on here all the way back in February was about doing another Ironman. Finally.  I had to make the hard decision last weekend- just a few weeks out from the race- that I can't do it.  I can't stop crying.  I know I can ultimately do the distances and make the 17 hour cutoff and that's more than a lot of people are 'guaranteed' going into one of these events. But, for my future self, I had to evaluate what that day would mean in terms of lasting pain and recovery.

I bit off more than I could chew. Since March 2015- my first 70.3 after all this injury/surgery crap- to now. I've done too much. More big events and races than probably my younger uninjured self could have handled.


March- 70.3
April- 2 5k's (both with a PR)
May- 3 half marathons
June- 70.3
July- ragnar
August- sprint tri
October- 5 miler and half marathon
November - NYC  full marathon
March- won my age group at a tough 5k
May- half marathon and first trail 50k
July- 4 events in under 2 weeks, including a fast sprint tri and Ragnar
August- 70.3

These, plus a bunch of other 5k's thrown in and all the long training hours really amount to no down time, except for the 2 times I was so sick I could hardly get out of bed for days and the effect lasted for weeks. I also started a new job early 2015, then again Feb 2016 and June 2016. And had a couple relationships start and end.  Apparently I can't get my shit together.

So, here I am. Just 3 weeks away from Ironman Maryland and I'm on the couch with ice on my knee, redesigning the next few weeks of running so I can at least get through the NYC marathon and kicking myself for not purchasing the insurance for IM.  $700 out of my wallet. That's 2 plane tickets back to Seattle.

Or half the cost to rent a Uhaul and drive it back.....

Ironman #4

I didn't think I'd do it again. I've registered for my 4th Ironman.... Maryland in October. At the time this race comes up it will have been almost 5 years since my last.  I am scared to death to say the least.

After that race in Nov 2011, I had 3 surgeries.  Shoulder April 2012, Hip April 2013 and Knee October 2013.

However, when I started training again last year, I went a little nuts.

In 2015 I did:  Puerto Rico 70.3 in March, 3 half marathons in May (with 2 PR's), 70.3 Syracuse in June, Ragnar in Seattle in July, the Boston sprint tri in August, a half marathon in October and NYC marathon is November- plus a half dozen or so 5k's throughout the year.

This year I'm already looking at a half marathon May 1, my first ultra trail run on May 29, Ragnar in July, Timberman 70.3 in August and now IMMD in October. I'm almost hoping I don't get into NYC again...

What have I done. This is crazy.

Adjusting...

I'm having a hard time adjusting to a new me. I can't comprehend that the running, biking, swimming, weight-lifting, super active part of me is gone. I don't know how not be a triathlete and crazy runner.

I don't know who I'm supposed to be now.

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I should have been Dutch

I should have been Dutch. I should have been born to a tall lanky blonde couple just outside of Amsterdam. Instead, I was born to an American couple temporarily living in southern Germany.  But, I should have been Dutch.  The Dutch love their bicycles.  They ride everywhere. I know part of it is because the price of petrol is crazy high there so owning a vehicle is just crazy, but it's also because they country is so flat and it just makes sense. They're an ecologically friendly and health driven people.  And they're tall. And blonde. And look great in skinny jeans tucked into fabulous boots. 
 
I should have been Dutch. 
 
I love my parents and my family, but we should be Dutch. 

Another surgery, another season off

I had shoulder surgery in April 2012. April 2013, hip surgery. Neither of these were Ironman related. Or even sports related. I'm completely pissed that I had to take two years off from racing for stupid stupid things. And now, the marathon distance may just be a faraway memory. Sigh. What's a girl to do?

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