I’m not at all surprised that it’s been over a year since I last posted. I feel as though 2017 was just a haze of frustration and anxiety, mixed in with a few vacations and endurance events.
In 2017, I found my triathlon mo-jo again and had fun doing races. My first race was in mid-May, the same day as my 96 yr old grandmother passed away. She was a tenacious, enduring, and rock solid woman, who outlived her husband by 31 years, alone, never having learned to drive. She had a very full life for sure. I dedicated my first event, a half aqua-bike, to her.
My next race was an Olympic race with the team (District Multisport) in Rock Hall, Md. I got some stupid neck rash from swimming without proper lubrication but all in all, it was fun. I found my fun again. We also had a great time hanging out with our teammates.
I did a swim fest in Luray and felt great, and then did Ironman Canada 70.3, where John was also doing the full. That shit was hard. Choppy swim, windy and hot bike, and gorgeous run. Again, it was fun. I made a fatal error of putting ice in my shorts (oh, no, chaffing in areas that should never experience chaffing). Spent lovely time with my pal Meghan and her family, again hung out with teammates and generally had a great time. Felt good, but knew there was more I could do to be better.
Did the Luray Oly tri and placed 1st “master” Athena. Again, I felt good, could always do better, but it was a start back on track to finding my happy place.
In 2018, it’s my 49th year and I made a plan to dedicate this year to being the best Me ever. In January, I completed a round of Whole 30, successfully breaking my sugar habit and losing about 12-15 lbs in the process. No dairy, no sugar, alcohol, no gains and I do’t feel deprived in the least.
Next challenge is transitioning to a more sustinable version of what I did in January and planning what to eat during 3+ hr endurance events, that aren’t packed with sugar and empty carbohydrates.
The next hurdle to conquer is my propensity for clutter and chaos in the house. Clothes everwhere, papers that I can’t identify, just too much stuff. I will not be doing the Japanese “do you love it” exercise. I have done a similar exercise in the past and it usually helps to have a “buddy” who just asks you “keep or toss” and there’s no going back. Moving out of my former house was like this. Moving into the house in the first place was like that too.
Life is here for the taking. All you need to do is decide how you want to live and then get to it. Or as the late Warren Miller said, “if you dont do it this year, you will be one year older when you do.”