Saturday, June 25, 2005

In my estimation, hands down the best part of the "tech revolution" is digital photography. I was just playing around with my laptop and I came across the literally thousands of photos I've taken since last summer. Even though it's been less than a year, the mental images of St. Petersburg and Florence have begun to fade, especially as the rigors of everyday living deny one the opportunity to sit and reminisce. This morning I was feeding Alexandra breakfast and she was a little fussy. I set the screen saver of the laptop to "Slide Show", and pointed the picture source at my store of digital photos from October 2004 to the present. She was mesmerized. I was mesmerized. She squealled happily every time a picture Leanna appeared. I felt a tear well up everytime we saw the pictures of her as the little peanut we first met in St. Petersburg. It was a great thing to share. Surprisingly absent, with the exception of a couple of post Boston Marathon photos, were pictures of me racing. I have raced 7 or 8 times during this period, it's just not the biggest deal right now (though Alexandra will be getting her first live triathlon experience next Saturday in Bath, Maine).

Makes me wonder, Mom and Dad do you still have all those old Kodachrome slides (Mama don't take my Kodachrome away...)? Sorry, you young'ns may not understand that reference. Anyway, if those old slides exist, I'd like to get them all digitized.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

...and suddenly you remember why you live here! Posted by Hello

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Why Ironman...

"WTC has the brand ownership of Hawaii," John begins. "Everyone registers [for IM races] to qualify for Kona - whether or not they have a snowball's chance in hell of making it. I knew I would never qualify, but if the wind's blowing in the right direction or everyone gets sick, I have a shot at one of my dreams. For my first ironman, that did it for me."

But was it worth the extra money, the jostling for an entry?

"It was absolutely worth the money I spent to go, worth the anxiety, worth the training. The finish line was almost better than an orgasm; it was the pinnacle of euphoria, so surreal you get lost in the moment and everything moves in slow motion. The noise level is deafening - everyone is cheering as loud as they can, for hours on end, for people they don't even know."

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Big Girl! Posted by Hello

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Worth a look

Do you enjoy a good photograph? Follow this link: .

There are a number of galleries around the page, especially as you move to the bottom. Sure there's a cycling theme to it all, but that doesn't mean it's all bikes.

Sunday, June 05, 2005

What a weekend

(subtitled: And you think Rhode Island roads suck...)

I raced my first triathlon of the season today. This year I skipped the "warm-up" races, you know the short one's intended to get your feet wet (no pun intended). No, for some reason I opted to do a 1/2 Ironman (1.2 mile swim, 56 mile bike, and 13.1 mile run) in Bristol, NH right out of the gate. By the title of this post, you're probably thinking that I was fast, well...., yes and no. The race had much more good than bad points today, but if you're stuck on "box scores" here it is: I was 55th out of 500 and finished in 5:01 (that's hours). Not bad, but below what I used to (top 20, and age group podium). However, it doesn't bother me the way it would have two years ago. Today was full of positives. I swam a 30 minute 1.2 miles (at Ironman in 2003 I averaged 34 minutes per 1.2 miles). Also I was definitely one the strongest climbers on the bike, a good thing because of all the hills. Finally I finished despite the 90 degree weather (where did that come from). My warmest training run to date was in mid-60s, and only one of those (last week in fact).

I was feeling really bad during the first 1/2 of the run and was starting to get light headed. Common sense was allowed to prevail over ego, and I dropped the pace and started walked whenever I hit an aid station so I could make sure to rehydrate and cool down a little. I also walked for almost 5 minutes at the 6.5 mile turnaround as it was the only area under trees. By the last three miles I was recovering and managed to run in at a respectable pace.

The day's excitement came on a highspeed decent that very easily could have ended with me going over the handlebars and breaking my collarbone. The poor pavement caused my handlebars to vibrate lose and they "let go" during the decent. One minute they're pointing out parallel to the ground, a second later they're pointing at the ground. Let me tell you it was scary. Fortunately I got the bike stopped and with the aid of an allen wrench repaired the bars and finished the final 16 miles of the bike. The worst part was seeing all the people I had passed in the last 40 miles come by me again while I was stopped. Oh well...

The worst part of this weekend was being away from Leanna and Alexandra. I was all mopey last night. I don't want to travel over night to a race again without them. If they can't come, I won't go. One thing of note, one of the towns we biked through was named "Alexandria". Okay I know her name is Alexandra, but try to imagine you're tired and dehyrated. The "i" sort of vanishes and the name becomes in fact, Alexandra.

So now I have just the aftermath of the race; the chafe (world-class, by the way...a 3 inch x 4 inch patch on my left inner thigh), the analysis of my strengths and weaknesses for adjusting my preparation for Ironman (more hot runs are a must), and of course the R&R. Tuesday I go for the deep tissue massage. I wonder how the oils are going to feel on the chafe!!!!