2014 Charity Fundraising Announcement: Stand Up to Cancer

Hi folks! It’s that time of year again were I announce my fundraising efforts for the 2014 racing season. Since I have (haphazardly) already finished my first race of the season (with at least seven more to go between now and December) it’s time to unveil my charity of choice this year…

A couple of years ago, I was tested for cervical cancer and received a false positive. The week between receiving the erroneous results and the final results were one of the most nerve-wrecking times of my life. I spent most of that week getting my financial affairs in order, and considering how I’d break the news to people who were closest to me in case the biopsy came back positive. When I received the final negative test results, I felt relieved but I knew deep down inside that not everyone got that second (or third or fourth) lease on life.

Since then, I’ve met a handful of survivors and known of friends and family/friends of friends who have been negatively impacted by cancer. The survivors I know are incredibly resilient and strong people. In honor of those people who are still fighting it today, and in memory of the people who have lost their struggle, I dedicate my 2014 triathlon fundraising season to them. Here are my first 10 people I will be honoring this race season:

  1. Garland
  2. Cardoni
  3. McNamara
  4. McCormick
  5. Repp
  6. Appiah
  7. Kiraz
  8. Schultz
  9. Harvey
  10. Wang

As an added twist to this year’s fundraiser, I will race with the last names of people who are still fighting or have lost their fight to cancer temporarily tattooed to me throughout the season. For each donation, donors can specify a last name to add to my list.

I’m hoping you’ll join me on my triathlon journey this year, and help me fundraise and reach my $2,000 goal by December 6, 2014.

Thanks again for all of your continued support!

Week 4+5 Seafair Sprint Tri Training: Just Show Up

It seems like the weeks just zoom on by. Less than a month to Hawaii…and a month and a few days until Seafair. Oy vey! I’ve been pushing the distances a bit, presumably testing to see if I could even be ready for the Olympic distance instead of a sprint. I think it’d be a really big stretch but I think it’s possible. Should I go for the sprint distance still? Or upgrade to the Olympic? These are the thoughts that plague me. Small potatoes. I can’t even seem to get any swims in, so maybe an Olympic is still too ambitious. Maybe this week I could focus on getting more swims in. Who knows? What does it matter? Why can’t I just swim/bike/run? I like hiking so much. Can I substitute my long runs with long hikes? I’m just conditioning my legs right? (The answer is wrong, by the way.)

The theme of my last few weeks is ‘Just show up.’ I guess that’s pretty similar to ‘Just do it’ but there’s a different sentiment to it. A few years ago I took a meditation class and the lesson for us that day was that you could effect a pretty big shift in dynamics by just showing up. Your mere presence can make a difference to someone else. Or sometimes, all you have to do is just show up for yourself — as is the mentality with my training. I’m showing up to reach my goals, incrementally.

Today was one of those days where that lesson of ‘Just show up’ reared its head. I was laying in bed last night (Saturday evening) and browsing a local triathlon meetup group here in town. I’ve been feeling a bit blasé about cycling lately (nothing less than 15 miles is worth getting dressed for….?) so I wanted a change…I wanted to ride outside instead of riding on my trainer, which has been getting incredibly boring. I knew that I was too caught up in my head about cycling in the city ever since Ron’s accident, so I decided to follow a route I saw on meetup just south of Seattle. I got everything prepped, set my GPS, and headed out on my adventure of the day.

On the ride, I thought a lot about my reticence to ride outside more often. I thought a lot about how silly it was to think I could forget how to use my clipless pedals. (Turns out that I still remember how to use them!) It felt great having the wind in my face and it was a beautiful day out. However, the trail was eerily quiet. I remember seeing that there was a 50% chance of thunderstorms and figured that I would just chance it. Only chumps stay at home, right?! It was pretty nice for the first third of the ride. I saw a group of long-haired touring cyclists on the road with panniers and sleeping bags. I envied their lack of compression gear and clipless pedals and the way their hair flowed in the wind with a touch of “I don’t give a fuck.” It was nice. We exchanged pleasantries on and off as we passed each other and took breaks. I thought a lot about forgetting my RoadID and riding across railroad tracks. Always perpendicular, never parallel. I’ve seen too many cyclists crash on rainy days in Seattle and I’ve done my fair share of reading about riding in wet weather.

A few sprinkles came down. Didn’t seem like a big deal. My jacket was waterproof. I would actually tag it as water resistant at best, because when someone turned on the firehose I was soaked TO THE BONE. I knew that if I stopped for too long I’d definitely get cold so I made it a point to keep pedaling, no matter how slow I was going. At some point the Interurban Trail signs switched from Tukwila to Kent to Auburn, and even though I didn’t make it to the city center, I decided to turn back around. I was getting tired and I knew that 1) I still had homework to do when I got home and 2) I could always come back for another ride on another weekend. No big deal. On my way back I managed to fumble while clipping out of my pedals…uphill again…and so I crashed. I was about 20 yards shy of oncoming traffic. Some pedestrian trotting along with his umbrella made eye contact but since I got up just fine he kept moving. I have a small cut in my palm and it’s still a bit more, but it beats shattering a shoulder.

I pedaled back towards home base. All I could feel was the squish in between my toes. I felt like I was swimming with my bike. I was soaked from head to toe. I don’t have any fenders on my bike so I was pretty sure that I was getting pretty dirty. At least I finally learned how to ride clipless, otherwise the ride would’ve been really dangerous on slick medal pedals. I kept going and then in my field of vision I saw a downed cyclist. He had faceplanted into a railroad crossing that happened to pop out from a turn and he was lying in a small pool of his own blood. I saw his bike to his side and an oncoming train, so I rushed to clip out of my bike and signal the train conductor to stop. After ensuring I got the conductor’s attention, I turned my focus on the rider. I asked him how he was doing and if I could help. Moved him off the tracks and saw that he was in pretty bad shape. Didn’t look like he had any broken bones and he seemed to stand okay. We moved his bike to the side and the train took off. I stayed with the rider since he seemed like he was pretty shaken up. I handed him my water bottle so that he could clean up his face and mouth a bit since he was bleeding a lot. It seemed really painful but nothing life threatening. I saw that he broke his tooth so I went back to see if I could find the fragment. Nothing.

I went back to him and asked if someone knew he was out riding. I asked if he knew someone that could come get him and if he knew that number by heart, and he said yes. I tapped out the phone number and dialed. His girlfriend was understandably frantic but I tried to assure her that he was banged up but nothing life threatening, and that we would need her to come pick him up. I moved him away from the scene (we were at a weird part of the trail that was inaccessible by vehicles but somehow navigable by every single train car south of Seattle) to somewhere more quiet and along the road so that it would make for an easier pick up. There, he cleaned up some more and we chatted a bit. I tried to keep him calm but he was obviously very scared and the shock and adrenaline was beginning to wear off for him. His girlfriend peeled into the parking lot, threw his bike into the backseat, loaded him into the car, and headed off to the emergency room and I headed back on my way.

In hindsight, I was glad that I turned on my GPS. I generally track all of my workouts live with RunKeeper, and recently I had downloaded the RoadID companion app for the safety beacon feature. A couple of times during the whole ordeal the safety beacon countdown timer began beeping and it gave me assurance that if I were ever met with a fate like this rider, that someone would know that something went wrong. I really shouldn’t have forgotten my RoadID and will probably never forget it ever again after a day like today. ‘Just show up’ had a whole new meaning after today. It’s one thing to be on course while helping a fellow racer with dehydration, like during my last Seafair triathlon. It’s another thing to be in the right place, at the right time, with the right training to help.

Speaking of which, I should really look into the wilderness first aid classes. That was something I wanted to do this summer. With all of these hikes and future backcountry/sidecountry skiing I plan on doing, it is always better to be prepared.

Week 4 Seafair Sprint Tri Training:

Monday, June 2: Rest

Tuesday, June 3: 5k run/39:47

Wednesday, June 4: 10k run/1:25:24

Thursday, June 5: Rest

Friday, June 6: 5k run/38:16

Saturday, June 7: 3.16 mile hike/1:07:28

Sunday, June 8: 5k run/41:24

Week 5 Seafair Sprint Tri Training:

Monday, June 9: Rest

Tuesday, June 10: Nothing 🙁

Wednesday, June 11: Nothing, again. Work and school got really busy!

Thursday, June 12: Nothing 🙁

Friday, June 13: Feeling like a lame duck

Saturday, June 14: Make up a week of sloth with a killer 7-mile hike up Poo Poo Point. Will definitely hike this one again. This was a great workout, and the view was pretty spectacular! Need some better shoes or insoles…I could feel it in my knees on the way down. Definitely don’t want to feel those twinges ever again in my legs.

Sunday, June 15: Had my explorer helmet on and went for a nice long ride along the Interurban Trail, from Tukwila to Auburn and back. I will definitely make this a recurring route. I really liked it!

Week 2+3 Seafair Sprint Tri Training: Stay Overzealous, Friends

Hi party people! Four weeks in to my new training regimen and I’m feeling good. Still squeezing workouts into random time pockets in my calendar but at least I feel like things are somewhat back to normal. Week 2 was particularly momentous because I got some wonderful news: my fracture was completely healed up, and I received my long-awaited Bia! Woo-hoo!

Because my fracture was all healed up, I took to the streets and trails to make up for some lost time. Hence, I haven’t been biking and swimming as much as I should be. Running is just so convenient…all I do is lace up and head out. I suppose with my bike on the trainer it is still sort of like that. My swims are at odd hours of the day, mostly because of my work and school schedule. So far 2am has been the best time to catch some laps at my local pool. It’s okay though. Even though my training is not as regimented as seasons past, I think I can still forgive myself because I’m really still just getting back into the swing of things.

So far the odd scheduling is working for me: work during the day, go to sleep immediately when I get home from work. Wake up at around midnight. Maybe head in for a swim or get cracking on my schoolwork. Try to catch some sleep by 5am. Wake up at 7, get some training in, and then head to work again. Weekends are for resetting the sleep schedule and hiking during the day. I’m really beginning to appreciate my decision of sticking with sprint triathlons this year…it’s really opening up my schedule for school and for all the hiking I missed out on last year. Maybe I can finally have it all…?

I think what’s most confusing about me is that I focus on so many things simultaneously. I can’t choose one sport…I choose five. I have so many simultaneous goals and aspirations that it’s hard for me to give my time accordingly. Also, it really cuts out time for socializing, which I think is semi-okay, since the people I want to spend my time with will have similar interests anyways and will join me on some of these excursions! I just sent out a save the date for my December San Jacinto Peak hike. Still keeping my tri goals in check. Ever excited about skiing Niseko next winter. This girl can’t choose just one sport. (Believe me, I’ve tried.) So, I guess the only alternative is to do it all. Be overzealous. Always have a reach goal — something that causes you to stretch out of your comfort zone, something a little more difficult than what you want to take on. It is in that discomfort zone that the magic happens. Been there…and I want to be there again.

Hiking Cougar Mountain

Week 2 Seafair Sprint Tri Training:

Monday, May 19: Rest day

Tuesday, May 20: 11.25 miles cycling on the indoor trainer/45 minutes

Wednesday, May 21: 3.17 mile run. My first run in eons. My fracture-is-finally-healed victory run!

Thursday, May 22: 3.2 mile run. Still feeling good.

Friday, May 23: 3.56 mile run. Okay, maybe a bit overzealous. Legs are getting really tired at this point but I don’t really care because I get to run!

Saturday, May 24: 11.25 miles cycling on the trainer

Sunday, May 25: 2.81 mile hike at Cougar Mountain, Shangri-la Trail

Week 3 Seafair Sprint Tri Training:

Monday, May 26: Memorial Day weekend called for back-to-back hikes. 3.83 miles up Poo Poo Point trail. It was really steep for our level so we backed out. Will definitely go back soon!

Tuesday, May 27: That steep hike really kicked my butt. It kicked my butt so hard that my hamstrings were totally shot. Tried to head out for a run and only made it up the street and back. 0.46 mile run.

Wednesday, May 28: Tried to run again. 0.42 miles. Still hurting. Still icing and rolling. I hop on the bike instead for half an hour, 7.5 miles. (I killed my time going out for that test run so I couldn’t bike as long.)

Thursday, May 29: Squeezed in a 0.5 mile swim. Quick and efficient. Still hovering around the 20-minute mark. Would like to continue working on this and work my way down to 15 minutes. I wonder if I should even bother with a wetsuit for a sprint tri. I guess it depends.

Friday, May 30: 1.01 mile run. Hamstrings are mostly on the mend but are still a bit sore. Decided not to push it so that I could bank my recovery for weekend hiking.

Saturday, May 31: 3.74 mile hike at Cougar Mountain

Sunday, June 1: Today, I haven’t headed out yet…but will probably hike Tiger Mountain or Cougar Mountain, hopefully something in the 3-4 mile range.

Lessons learned this week (and last):

-Don’t go too hard too fast. My hamstring is still kind of annoyed with me. My heart has more endurance than my body — that’s a fact that I need to accept. Gradual adaptation is best.

-Balance and harmony is everything. If I’m not feeling a workout, it is better to stop early than it is to push myself and get injured. Personally, my injuries come from when I’m not paying attention. I rarely slack.

-Have goals in mind, but follow where your heart leads. My goals are an Olympic triathlon and a summit at the end of the year, but right now I want to focus more on running and hiking. That’s okay. I know that I won’t perform as well in the swimming or biking portion for now but it is a trade-off I am willing to make.

-Training slows down life just enough so that I appreciate my surroundings and the people I am with. Life moves at such a hectic pace, and training really allows me to slow down and regroup for a few small chunks of time. This time is sacred to me. I don’t get to experience the holistic picture of my life in front of a computer screen, at a bar, or with my nose in a book. I get to experience it when I unplug and explore my surroundings and my limits.

Sunset over Lake Union

-One of these days I’ll actually have to swim a bit more consistently. And I’ll have to do some practice swims out in Lake Union, just to make sure that I haven’t forgotten how to swim in open water.

-I need to take my bike off the trainer. There’s a park nearby — Interlaken Park — that is supposed to be wonderful for cycling. I can always hit the Burke-Gilman though. There’s just so many tree roots in the way.

So, on that note…onwards to week 4+5…Seafair awaits!

Week 0+1 Seafair Sprint Tri Training: Making Time for Priorities

I reached a point of terminal velocity with my schedule where I had somehow managed to wriggle out of all physical activity. (How did it ever come to that?!) Obviously my schedule had run amok and it was time to whip it back into shape. A 40-50-60-70-80 hour work week be damned — if I were going to delay my Ironman dreams yet again for another launch then at the very least I’d better get some mental breaks (and not to mention a few races) on my calendar.

So it started with another challenge again. Guy-that-I’m-dating (we’ll call him E) and I decided that enough was enough and that we needed something to keep ourselves honest to our goals. It’s one thing to say that something is a priority…it’s a completely different thing to make the time for it and to commit to it.

Our bet went something like this:

A: Hey, I’m tired of not going to the gym.

E: Yeah, I’m tired of not getting any time to run.

A: So let’s make a bet. Let’s make it a goal to SHOW UP at our scheduled workouts at least three times a week.

E: (Details are getting fuzzy…)

A: Loser cooks for the other. Deal?

E: Deal!

And so began our challenge. At the beginning of the challenge, I went ahead and purchased a sprint tri training plan. I didn’t have any time or brainpower to come up with a plan myself, or to add it in to TrainingPeaks or Google Calendar. So I found a decent 8-week plan that’ll whip me into shape for a sprint tri somewhere in July and I went for it. So far so good…I’m trying not to miss any workouts but it still happens. (Legitimate excuse: I got sick over the weekend!) And trying to cram in an hour to go to the gym is harder than it looks when you’re jugging a pretty intense workload at your day job and a few grad school classes. (My second one started this week. Eeeeeeeeeeee!)

Week 0 Seafair Sprint Tri Training:

Thursday, May 8: 17 minute/0.5 mile swim, 40 minute/10 mile indoor trainer ride. I’m sucking wind in the pool!

Saturday, May 10: 20 minute/0.5 mile swim, followed by 35 minute/2.47 mile elliptical run

Sunday, May 11: 20 minute/0.5 mile swim

Week 1 Seafair Sprint Tri Training:

Monday, May 12: Rest day

Tuesday, May 13: 40 minute/10 mile indoor trainer ride

Wednesday, May 14: 45 minute/4.1 mile elliptical run

Thursday, May 15: 45 minute/11 mile indoor bike ride, followed by a 15 minute/1.5 mile elliptical run

Friday, May 16: Out sick

Saturday, May 17: Out sick

Sunday, May 18: Reward – 4.29 mile hike at Rattlesnake Ledge

Lessons learned this week:

-Just because I can’t reach my A goals this year (Ironman + Grand Canyon hike) it doesn’t mean that they are forever off my plate. It just means that they are rescheduled.

-Always pick alternate goals in lieu of the major ones in case you can’t make them for sure. I will aim for an Olympic-distance tri in Palm Springs in December and couple that with summiting San Jacinto Peak in the same trip. So technically I still get an A-race and a major hike in this year. All in all I feel like I’m winning!

-Grad school and work is not enough of an excuse to not exercise. I’m at my best when I have a training/race goal. I know that. I need to design my lifestyle around my needs too, not just around other people’s needs.

-Finding zen in a shorter race will be difficult. I’ve had my sights set on an Ironman for so long. I need to make do with the time I have. I don’t have a lot of time for training through the rest of the year so I will take any level of triathlon participation I can get.

-Rewards work! I was looking forward to my hike all week and would’ve been bummed if I didn’t get to do it.

Looking forward to a fantastic 2nd week of training!

Achieving Flow

I went for my morning swim today. It was only a half mile and it kicked my butt. It made me kind of sad. A half mile used to be my warmup, before I broke my leg. And now a half mile is a workout! Regardless, after a quarter of a mile I was sucking wind. Never mind that I forgot my water bottle or that I hadn’t eaten anything beforehand. I was feeling a lot of things, and none of them stack-ranked against “awesome,” “stellar,” or “fantastical.”

And then, I had that familiar moment. That time when my rhythm found a certain clarity, when everything momentarily aligned. Your ability to achieve flow in your work, training, creative endeavors, and the like is incredibly important. It isn’t until you’ve planned and executed on something that you can achieve flow. I don’t think flow is extemporaneous. You earn it. Inspiration is spontaneous, but flow is intentional.

In a moment of flow, everything feels effortless. You don’t realize what’s going on until it’s over and you’re able to reflect on your masterpiece (a workout flawlessly executed?).  In an effort to achieve flow in the inevitable ebbs of life, I’ve decided to get organized a bit. It’s one thing to have a bunch of ideas floating around in your head. The what-ifs. The could-have-beens. Getting it out on paper (or in this case, screen) makes it feel more real, tangible, plausible. It forces you to strategize. It forces you to timebox and set deadlines and contingencies. It also forces you to see how everything works in tandem. There’s a special magic to it.

Here’s what I came up with. Your designs and results will most likely vary.

 

I know exactly what is important to me (right now, at least) and the things in each area that I want to accomplish. I also recognize that things will change — that the desires and milestones are fluid. As circumstances and desires change, so will the chart. And that’s perfectly okay.

What’s also okay is if, at any given point on this timeline, things come to an end. Because I’ve always lived my life to the fullest — living in a way that would minimize the most amount of regrets in the least amount of time — I’m perfectly fine with how things will eventually end up. This isn’t a hard and fast doc meant to dictate my life. This is meant to give structure to some of the thinking I’ve done intermittently on Monday mornings when I get back into the office…the thoughts that creep in my mind while I’m swimming laps or cycling in the living room…the questions that creep up when I enjoy a glass of wine by myself. It’s a living, breathing doc. And things will inevitably change.

It All Works Out In My Favor

So with this broken leg still a’healing, and my free time at an absolute black market premium nowadays, I’ve considerably scaled back my Ironman goals this year. There is simply not enough time to get in the requisite base training at this point for me to comfortably tackle a full 140.6 event by year’s end.

So, what exactly does that mean?

As you may already know, I’m not really one to throw in the towel. The goal hasn’t changed…but perhaps the milestones and timeline have. Here’s the thing: triathlon is who I am. It’s in me. It’s like my little black dress: I wear it with pride, it looks great on me, and it makes me happy. It doesn’t matter what distance I get to swim, bike, and run, so long that I get to do it in succession and to finish with a smile on my face.

That said, I’ve scaled back my goals to the sprint distance for the rest of the year. Except for my last event, which is still the HITS Palm Springs Championship. Maybe I can work my way up to Olympic or Half-IM again. Not sure if it would be worth taking the time off and traveling with my bike for such a short event, but that’s neither here nor there right now.

I’ve had trouble wrapping my brain around racing sprints again, mostly because they don’t seem worth my time. But take a look at that sentence again. How arrogant and presumptuous of me. I used to aspire to a sprint! Since when am I beneath a sprint triathlon? There is so much room for improvement — my times could be way better, I could focus on form. A shorter race means less time for recovery, which will be great with my heavy workload. A shorter event gives me just enough time to train since, again, my free time is at a black market premium at the moment. I don’t even know the first thing about putting together a sprint tri plan. How many hours a week should I be training? What are the miles like? Shorter training times means less excuses to NOT go to the gym, easier to fit brick workouts into a workday. I can work on speed and form. And, for some reason, shorter distances also seem to get me into better shape. It’s at the longer distances that I seem to overcompensate for my training and I end up eating more than I burn anyways, which defeats a few of my purposes for racing and training for triathlons.

My broken leg isn’t the only reason for scaling back my Ironman goals though. Work will be guaranteed crazy through the end of the year, so I will be pretty swamped there. I also got in to the human-computer interaction graduate program over at Iowa State earlier today, so hopefully I’ll start classes in a few weeks. I’m already starting my marketing class (went back to another school too to finish my masters) so with two concurrent grad school programs and a full-time job, my free time is *really* at a premium. I need to spend my time wisely, so I think sprint tris are still the way to go. I’ll still get to do what I love, at the distance that I originally fell in love with. And I get to go to school. And I get to push my limits at work. It’s all this delicately amazing experience, when you think about it.

All I know is that there will always be another Ironman…another marathon…another ultramarathon. There will always be another lofty goal to chase. I guess it all works out in my favor.

Turning a Setback into a Comeback

When you’re off kilter, the name of the game is to build new habits.

I’m currently working on a new experiment. I’m aiming for 5 days a week of exercise and 2 salads a day. So far I’ve been successful a little over 50% of the time — I logged three workouts last week (3/5 = 60% completion rate) and I think I had salad for lunch and dinner about 4 days as well (4/5 = 80% completion rate).

Same goals for this week will apply. Hoping to have something more like an 80-100% completion rate for both. The light at the end of the tunnel is a FlyWheel and/or FlyBarre membership. My coworker is already peer pressuring me into joining so I have to hurry up and feel worthy of my reward! Also, I have a Tuesday afternoon appointment with the orthopedic surgeon. Hoping that my next set of x-rays give me some good news and that I could do some light running or something again. This lack of cardio is driving me absolutely bananas!

Week of 4/20/14 recap:

Monday, April 14, 2014:

1 set of Trunk Rotations Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Elbow-Shoulder Circles Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Cable Crossover Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Wrist Curl Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Shoulder Circles Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Neck Rotations Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Bicycle Kick Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Chair Pose Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of T-Push-ups Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Chair Pose Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
4 sets of Dips Max reps 15, max weight 0 lbs.
4 sets of Upright Row Max reps 15, max weight 20 lbs.
4 sets of Dumbbell Tricep Press Max reps 15, max weight 14 lbs.
3 sets of Upright Row Max reps 10, max weight 14 lbs.
3 sets of T-Push-ups Max reps 15, max weight 0 lbs.
3 sets of Bent-Over Row Max reps 15, max weight 14 lbs.
3 sets of Upright Row Max reps 15, max weight 14 lbs.
3 sets of Pushup Max reps 15, max weight 0 lbs.
3 sets of Side Lateral Raise Max reps 10, max weight 14 lbs.
3 sets of Dumbbell Fly Max reps 10, max weight 14 lbs.
1 set of Wall Chest Stretch Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Downward Dog Pose Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Shoulder Stretch Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Finger Flexor Stretch Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Elbow Across Stretch Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014:

1 set of Windmills Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Neck Rotations Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Shoulder Circles Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Chair Pose Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Reverse Crunch Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Elbow-Shoulder Circles Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Small Arm Circles Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Trunk Rotations Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Pushup Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Burpees Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
4 sets of Dips Max reps 10, max weight 0 lbs.
4 sets of Upright Row Max reps 15, max weight 14 lbs.
4 sets of Dumbbell Tricep Press Max reps 15, max weight 14 lbs.
3 sets of Bent-Over Row Max reps 15, max weight 14 lbs.
3 sets of Pushup Max reps 15, max weight 0 lbs.
3 sets of Upright Row Max reps 15, max weight 7 lbs.
3 sets of Upright Row Max reps 15, max weight 14 lbs.
3 sets of Pushup Max reps 15, max weight 0 lbs.
3 sets of Dumbbell Curl Max reps 15, max weight 14 lbs.
3 sets of Side Lateral Raise Max reps 15, max weight 14 lbs.
1 set of Doorframe Chest Stretch Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Back Raise Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Neck Stretch Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Overhead Press Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Shoulder Stretch Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.

Thursday, April 17:

1 set of Windmills Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Neck Rotations Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Shoulder Circles Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Chair Pose Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Reverse Crunch Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Elbow-Shoulder Circles Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Small Arm Circles Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Trunk Rotations Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Pushup Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Burpees Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
4 sets of Dips Max reps 10, max weight 0 lbs.
4 sets of Upright Row Max reps 15, max weight 14 lbs.
4 sets of Dumbbell Tricep Press Max reps 15, max weight 14 lbs.
3 sets of Bent-Over Row Max reps 15, max weight 14 lbs.
3 sets of Pushup Max reps 15, max weight 0 lbs.
3 sets of Upright Row Max reps 15, max weight 7 lbs.
3 sets of Upright Row Max reps 15, max weight 14 lbs.
3 sets of Pushup Max reps 15, max weight 0 lbs.
3 sets of Dumbbell Curl Max reps 15, max weight 14 lbs.
3 sets of Side Lateral Raise Max reps 15, max weight 14 lbs.
1 set of Doorframe Chest Stretch Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Back Raise Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Neck Stretch Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Overhead Press Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.
1 set of Shoulder Stretch Max reps 30, max weight 0 lbs.

I’ve also thrown another wrench into my schedule since I’ve decided to go back to school to finish up my program at Golden Gate University. I was about halfway through my masters a few years ago when I dropped out for the second time. I figured that since my next year or two will be heavily involved with strictly design (less marketing than what I’m used to) this will keep my non-design brain satiated for a bit. I’ve also decided to pull the trigger on applying for a complementary masters program in human-computer interaction. If my grand scheme works to plan, I’ll be able to go to school in two places at once, for two different degrees at once, and finish in about two years with two degrees. We’ll see how things work out.

Goals for the week:

1) 80-100% completion rate for 5 workouts this week
2) 80-100% completion rate for 10 salads this week
3) Wrap up my work for my old team
4) Start kicking serious butt on my new team
5) Finish reading 65-75% of the textbook of my upcoming class
6) Follow up with the HCI application

Short term reward: Flywheel/Flybarre membership in late May 2014

Long(ish) term reward: Hiking the Grand Canyon rim-to-rim in late summer 2014

Mantra of the week: Respect the training. Honor the commitment. Cherish the results.

 

 

Resetting Expectations

The thing with injuries is that it allows me ample time to reflect. An injury pretty much grinds all of my training plans to a screeching halt. The Whidbey Island Marathon in April (which was downgraded to a half marathon, which was then downgraded to a 10K) is definitely out of the picture. I think I’ll still be on target for some Olympic tris this summer, but my 70.3 and 140.6 may be a bit at risk. It’s going to take some time to rehab this ankle and get my strength back to where it was last December. To think that so much could’ve gone right and wrong in the last three months…

Resetting expectations isn’t a bad thing. For someone like me who loves going at full throttle, there’s value in slowing down every once in awhile. It’s frustrating, but I think back to my rack of medals hanging in my living room and I remember that it’s all a process — I didn’t get to where I was overnight, and it’ll take a lot more than an annoying ankle injury to keep me away from the activities that I love.

These next few weeks will be a bit crazy with work deadlines, but I’ve given myself a stretch goal: Over the next 16 days I need to log 30 miles in the pool. I think it’s doable. The pool won’t aggravate my ankle. It’ll help me build some much needed conditioning. My long swim days (which are most of them) can be broken up into shorter day and night segments, or a long day/short night, or short day/long night segments. This will probably help cure some of my insomnia woes and will force me to manage my time a little better. What will be difficult will be juggling the long swims during the weekends, which is generally the time I go skiing. I guess if I can go skiing in the mornings I might be able to squeeze the swims in to the evenings. Maybe that’ll be too taxing. Now I’m just speculating…

Regardless, it’ll be nice getting back into training mode.

Here’s my schedule, for those of you who are curious what 30 miles over 16 days looks like:

Looking forward to knocking out this stretch goal…and if I don’t, I’m sure I’ll come close and at least get some swimming in. I’m certainly looking forward to some spring swimming with my tri group and some summer swimming in Lake Union. By the way, that cover image is one of me, swimming into the sunset in Lake Union. Best thing ever!

A Letter to My 30+ Year Old Self

Tomorrow, you upgrade to your next triathlon age group: F 30-35!

Your last decade was very interesting, wasn’t it? You finally got the big break in design that you’ve been looking for all of your life. Do you remember those nights as a teenager where you dreamed of calling your own shots, living a life that you designed all for yourself? You’re finally there. I know you wanted to be there ten years ago, or even five years ago. Regardless of those timelines, you’ve finally earned your stripes and you’re finally moving on up. Know that it only gets better from here. There’s going to be a lot of demands on your time and your creativity. Never let that entrepreneurial and creative fire die. Fight like your life depends on it, because it really does.

Spend your time focusing on the things, people, and experiences that matter. Those are the things that will carry you for the rest of your days. Those days are indeed numbered. Life can change in an instant. You must be prepared to live every day like it’s your last, not because you are cynical or skeptical but because that is the reality of life. There’s a reason why you have ‘memento mori’ on the back of your mind. You must truly know that the only constant in life is change. In life, nobody makes it out alive so be prepared to make the rest of your days count.

With the work that you do, the people you spend your time with, and the efforts you invest your heart into, do it to leave a positive mark on someone else’s life. Recognition, praise, and money never motivated you, and it probably won’t start to motivate you anytime soon. Continue following your heart because it never led you astray. Balance it out every once in awhile with your mind to make sure you’ve designed around all the edge cases. You’re a UX designer after all…act like it.

A word on your parents and your family – you only have one life to spend with them. They deserve more of your time and attention than you’ve given them. No matter how much you don’t want to admit it, they depend on you. Make them a priority. You can’t change what happened in the past but you can shape how you deal with it now. Forgiveness has been a major theme of your twenties. Keep moving on. Let go of that tragic childhood you endured. It doesn’t define you.

A thing on goals: you’ve got a lot of them. There’s a lot of unfinished business from your twenties: finishing grad school; finishing an Ironman; finishing that second book; traveling the world; climbing up the career ladder; starting an international design firm; starting a design school; building out a scholarship foundation for your alma mater; writing a design curriculum with your old design professors; building a halfway house; paving the way to become a design professor; learning some new markup and programming languages; getting your photography into a gallery or even published; finding Mr. Right. I dare you to continue chasing those goals. You solve a lot of problems at work. You solve a lot of problems for your friends and family. Take some time to solve these problems that will continue eating at you until the day you die.

This is day one of what can be ostensibly described as the most important decade of your life. It’s a turning point. Take caution and pause when appropriate. Know when to hang on and when to let go. Your heart and mind is way too precious to focus on the things that don’t really matter. Take care of the people that take care of you, but most importantly, take care of you. You didn’t endure all that you have to give up now. Fight until the end and set a blazing example for those who want to follow your path.

And, whatever you do, cross that finish line with a smile on your face.

Best wishes,

Your 20-29 year old self

 

What You Seek Is Seeking You

I came across a saying the other week: “What you seek is seeking you.”

There was a certain peace and comfort that I found in that phrase. For as long as I remember, I’ve been looking and seeking for a lot: I’ve been looking for a life of accomplishment, things worthy of my pursuit, and people worthy of my time. I think I’ve reached a point in my life where I’ve actualized my penchant for difficulty. I seem to be drawn to the most difficult path. You could even argue that the difficult path may be the most efficient path in developing character, persistence, determination, and the like.

What you seek is seeking you. What is it that you seek?

I seek the proverbial road less traveled. I seek the hard way out. I seek the hardest way to make an easy living. I seek the pastimes that make me sweat. I seek the things, emotions, and titles that I have to earn. I seek the miles I have left to go. I seek a type of happiness that someone can’t buy or rationalize. It’s something you have to earn. It’s something you strive for and it comes with the process of loving, living, and compassion. I live to live — my method of living has been misunderstood by many people, those who have come before you and those who will inevitably come after. I seek love, but not in the way that you would normally think. I believe that love is a verb, not a noun. I seek the act of loving, which for me comes in the form of sharing my art and sharing my time. (I suppose you could count that sharing my art is a natural extension of sharing my time, since my craft takes time to manifest.) This blog itself is a manifestation of love. There’s nowhere else that I share a lot of these innermost thoughts. Sure, in my natural conversation with friends I may reference snippets here and there of my daily life but it is here that I really lay it all out. It is up to you, the other person at the end of this connection, to take that initiative to click through and dive in.

I also seek a lot of clarity. There’s more than enough knowledge, books, and the like that I will never have enough time to consume all of this information, but I make do with the time I have. That is, of course, the essence of life: the ability to make do with the short time we all have. There is a certain zen to it, an intersection of ability, time, desire. You could deduce that a lot of what I do — throwing myself into a giant question mark, a lot of unknowns, things supposedly beyond my reach — seems a bit silly, or maybe a giant waste of my time. However, if my life was spent pursuing what I loved, with the people I decided to share that love with, and understanding my implicit motivations, then I would argue that I lived a life worth living.

I’ve spent a lot of my off-season considering my many reasons for pursuing the iron distance. What does it mean to me? What is it that I seek from such a distance? For starters, I think I’ve been thinking about this race for so long that I want to do it already. I am pretty confident that with the right training, the right coaching, and the right prioritization that I can accomplish what I set out to do. It’s a matter of aligning the universe to conspire with me, right? The more I look at this year, the more the 140.6 seems like it’s out of reach. The stresses of work will certainly overcome my ability to train through mental fatigue, and if there is something I’ve learned from the last eighteen months at work is that mental fatigue certainly trumps physical fatigue. Thus, I’m thinking that this is a good year to work on a little bit of me time…the offseason plans of skiing have been progressing nicely. What about nailing a steady 10k, or riding my first criterion, or spending some more time in open water without the goals of a 140.6 looming over me? The race will always be there to burn some brain cells in the back of my mind…it will always fuel me, but then what? All of this is a lifelong endeavor. It doesn’t stop with one race, or goal. It is a way of life, a way of thinking and existing. It is the way in which I choose to construct my world.

So, if what I seek is seeking me…I say, bring on the lifetime of uncertainty, difficulty, discomfort, and insecurity.