Excited to Go Home!

So I haven't posted in awhile. I have been enjoying my time here in NC, and preparing for finals. I have a huge final tomorrow, that has caused me the most stress this semester. I have just accepted the fact that I am not going to kill myself over this test. If this were Hanover, I would be in tears by now. Turning over a new leaf.

I have talked to both of my parents, my sister, my Godmother, and cousins. I didn't realize my family missed me as much as I missed them. It is reassuring and exciting to know how loved I am. I guess I all too often take it for granted. To feel the love and excitement from my family is so amazing.

As it gets closer to Christmas I am reminded of what is really important to me; love, giving and receiving.

I am so thankful for the love I have found here in Greenville, and the love I have back home. I am such a lucky person, and am so blessed.

I Believe I Came To Know You For a Reason

So the previous posts have been in response to my body image and my stress level. I realized with the help of a great friend yesterday thatit is so easy to attack our outward appearance instead of the real issues. So I forced myself to examine the real issues I was upset.

I am homesick. Not really Indiana sick, but that state of mind homesick. I miss my family, badly. It all came to a head when I realized fully that I wasn't going to be able to go out drinking with Amy for her birthday. I broke down in tears over

skype when I saw Amy and my parents together on her birthday.

School was really stressful the past two weeks. It was probably the most insane two weeks I have had in grad school thus far. I had a neuro exam, my first competency, a research exam, an occupation and movement exam, my methods second due, activity analysis, and movement analysis activity. It was crazy to say the least, and it really made me focus on everything negative.

I really had to focus, yet find time for myself, but I had to take time for my happiness. I was able to go to a Military Ball, and had an amazing time. This is when I realized how homesick I was and how much I wanted to be adjusted to living in North Carolina by now.

I am not 100% okay with living in North Carolina. This has been a huge adjustment, and I have had to take classes on top of the adjustment. It is tough to uproot yourself from everything you have ever known and move to somewhere you know no one. Barnes is 2 hours away, but all in all I didn't know anyone in Greenville or North Carolina for that matter. I put an enormous amount of pressure into myself to perform well in school, adjust quickly, and make friends. Basically, I should do well in school, I should adjust to living in North Carolina over night, and I should make amazing friends in two months. I have had to really step back and realize that this is unrealistic. This is really tough to realize, and I still struggle with it. As with everything else, I SHOULD be there, but I'm not. I let the SHOULDS dictate my life.

The SHOULDS are rules and guidelines I feel like I SHOULD be following. I love to plan, and the SHOULDS are a way for me to plan and know what to expect. There is not clear cut map we are handed about how our lives should play out. Yesterday, as I was running with Erin, I realized this journey of grad school is about the unknown. This realization is the biggest source of stress for me, yet the biggest source of adventure for me. Erin helped me realize God has a plan for each of us. After I got home from running, I found this little devotional and it really brought everything together. Although I am a textbook Type A personality I found this comforting...

"God wants you to know that nothing is exciting if you know what the outcome is going to be. You keep wanting to know how things will play out, keep asking to see the future. God doesn't give anyone the power to know the future, because life becomes maddeningly boring when you know everything upfront. So, instead of struggling, enjoy the uncertainty--to be alive means to not know."

My life is so much fun and so unpredictable at this point. I need to embrace the uncertainty and enjoy the moments I have for what they are. I will never get those moments back, and if I spend those moments planning for the next, I will wake up one day and realize my life is over and was spent planning. As I drove home from the Military Ball I had the biggest smile on my face. Not because I fell in love with my date, but because my life is so fun. It is so unpredictable, and never in a million years did I think I would be in a different state pursuing my dreams, skipping class to go to a Military Ball, and waking up with wine stained lips. So thank you to everyone here in Greenville, and from "home" for loving and supporting me through all this stress and strife. It will all be worth it in the end. I believe I came to know each of you for a reason. You each have something to teach me or have taught me and brought me to this point...

How did I do?

So I have been thinking about my last post all week. It has been that little voice in the back of my head all week. It also helps that two of my classmates and roommate also stopped me and told me they read it. I was very open and honest about everything. It was a little frightening to realize how vulnerable posting this on facebook made me, but I am glad I did. Having my friends come up to me and say they read my post, without passing judgement was extremely helpful. I felt more accountable. As a side note, I am very blessed to have such amazing people in my program.

So how did I do?

Here were my short term goals for the week...

Workout Monday

Check...I only went swimming because I forgot a sports bra, but remembered my swimsuit. So no lifting. I also forgot a hair tie. Two things that could have been excuses, but they weren't. I am really proud that I went swimming Monday. It felt good. I also came home made dinner (which I ate the rest of the week), and then went to the study session.

Study neuro from 11-3

Check...This one sucked. But I got most of my studying done.

Write down my food 3 out of the 7 days

Check...I did Monday, Tuesday, and Friday. This was a tough one. I ate like crap on Friday. I also caved and ate Dr. Lust's cookies. If I project my hatred for the class toward her cookies and treats in the morning maybe this will help in avoiding them.

Floss

DID NOT DO! I told you I hate flossing. I think I might have done this one night. Okay, pause, I am going to go floss right now.

Okay, I seriously just flossed.

I am happy that I was able to achieve my goals from last week, yet I am still upset with my physical appearance. It is so tough being on the other side of things. I have been the personal trainer and heard everything (and I mean everything) I am writing. I stood in front of the mirror and decided I need to keep on this path. It will be slow, I know that. Ask any of my clients. I need to stay motivated and I will lose this weight.

Here are my goals for the next week...

Workout Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday.

Included in one of those workouts is a BOSU workout in my room (sorry roomies)

Write down food 3 out of the 7 days. Log one of the days in thedailyplate.com

Do not eat any sweets from Dr. Lust or my classmates

Floss (I'll keep that one on there)

This is going to be a hard week. I have a research quiz Monday, occupation and movement quiz Tuesday, my methods section due Wednesday, and activity analysis due Friday. I think the biggest challenge will be working out Monday and Tuesday. I already know I will be worried I won't be studying enough and that working out time could be better allocated as studying/working time. I must take time for myself!

I know I can do this! I did a Half Ironman!

Balance and Health

So I have been struggling lately with how much I work out, what I am eating, and all around balance. This is one of my biggest challenges since I have entered graduate school. Honestly, it has been the biggest source of stress for me. It is difficult to have come for being in amazing shape, to being a little softer around the edges. I used to have a cut body. Six pack, killer legs, and killer arms. I still have part of this but there is much more fat there.

I struggle telling people that I am not in great shape anymore. They don't understand. Outwardly I look the same. No one really knows, and I haven't really gained any weight. Maybe 3 pounds at the most. The truth is I have lost a lot of muscle and gained a lot of fat. It is disgusting. I need to make working out a priority again.

I saw on Bobbi's blog that there is six weeks to the end of the healthy train. I guess I should jump on, and get serious.

I also eat like crap, it is so hard. I know these are all excuses because I have heard all of them before. I just need to make a complete change. No more excuses, and no more making up for the poor eating choices by working out more.

When I was training really hard, if I ate poorly it reflected in my performance. I would sink in the pool, or run slower. It is so important to eat healthy in order to perform at your best. It is common knowledge. My issue is time.

My time is so valuable that I do not want to spend even 20 minutes making something for dinner. I also have to work on projects so late in the evening after school that I usually end up grabbing something out because of time. It is easier to have someone else make me dinner than drive home, cook, eat, then go back to the library.

Overall, I have poor time management skills. I am stuck between doing well in school, and doing well in life. I know how hard I have to work for a B and how hard I have to work for an A. I honestly need to cut myself some slack, and go for Bs, if it means that I can cook, and exercise. This will go a long way, and this is a lesson I MUST learn before I graduate.

Here is the conflict I have with giving B work...it is not me. If it had my name on it, it will be A work. I will put an enormous amount of time and effort into it because I want my work to reflect me, which it does. If I do B work I am kicking myself for not working hard, I get stressed I am slacking and start to think I will fail out of school.

My long term goal for now until the end of the school year (spring semester) is to make time for my health.

How I am going to get there...

1. workout 4 times a week for an hour (lift 2 times a week)

2. make a big dinner Sunday that I will eat for the next week

3. write down everything I put into my mouth for 3 out of the 7 days (1 must be a weekend, not cheating on the weekends)

4. tell myself I will graduate when I start to give time to myself.

My goal for this week...

Exercise tomorrow right after class. Study neuro between 11 and 3. Attend study session Monday at 7pm after making dinner after I work out.

Write down what I eat Monday, Tuesday, and Friday

Floss my teeth (I never do this!)

The Paths we Take

So yesterday was my 25th birthday, and I have been thinking a lot about where I am at in my life. I did not think in a million years I would be in North Carolina, getting ready to start grad school. I guess I thought my life would follow a pattern that I had really only been exposed to growing up. I would graduate high school, go to college, meet the man of my dreams, get married, and be 25 working and with a kid on the way, or already here. I am no where near this person I thought I would be. I also want to note that in no way am I upset that my life did not follow this pattern I saw.

After I got done with church last night, I really started thinking about the decisions I made that have lead me to this 25 year old that I see before me. The Gospel was Luke 13:22-30, talking about walking the straight path to God. Before I went to church I read it, and didn't really see that my path was straight, because it had been anything but. Father Bill was talking about how we need to set our sights on the end goal, and keep focused. Yes there will be hiccups along the way, but stay focused on the end goal.

What decisions have I made since high school that have gotten me to this point?

1. I went to Hanover and met my best friends. These friends have supported me and given me the confidence I now have.

2. I decided to work immediately after Hanover. This provided me the opportunity to meet another group of amazing people who helped give me even more confidence professionally. I also was pushed personally to achieve feats I never thought possible (see every blog post before this).

3. I decided to explore my faith, independently. I wanted to know that I wanted to be Catholic, not just be Catholic because my family was.

4. I applied to many schools out of state. I never thought I would be able to leave home, my support, my family, my friends, but they are the reason I am able to make it down here. I have so much love and support in my life I don't know what I would do without them.

5. I decided to finally take a risk in love, and have met an amazing man. I don't know what will happen with our relationship, but I know that I like him for who he is. I am comfortable with him, and can 100% be myself when I am with him.

6. I moved to North Carolina knowing that money would be tight, but I could do it. When I found out my work study didn't pan out, I panicked. How could I live on $50 a month? This would not be possible.

All of these things, especially the last two, I just have to believe and have faith God will provide. I have to put my trust in Him, and know that I will be all right. I don't know what will happen tomorrow, but I have to keep my eye on the long term goal (heaven), and the short term goals (being successful in school, and enjoying the moments I have with people that matter the most in my life).

At 25, I am very happy with where I am at in my life. I did not follow that normal pattern, but I have pushed myself outside of my comfort zone. I know I have the love and support of my friends, family, and God. I can do all things through Him who strengthens me (Philippians 4:13). So thank you to all those reading for support me and loving me.

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As I am preparing to help Bobbi with her New Years Resolution, I am forced to examine my life. Bobbi used to be a client of mine. We started working out together in October of 2008, through our training session we became friends. Bobbi's New Year's Resolution was to photograph people who are influential in her life. Bobbi is a photograph and had gotten to a point in her career where photography wasn't fun any more. She challenged herself to change that in 2010. Photograph what she loves.

Her first victim was Annie, a doctor who has a blog herself. If you love food, you will love thisblog. Annie is a hard worker and I honestly feel like I know her from her blog and Bobbi's blogabout Annie. If you don't love Annie after this, then you don't know good photography.

Back to an examination of my life. Bobbi challenged me to think of what defines me. Instantly I said exercise, running, swimming, and biking. My next thought was, I am not pretty when I get done exercising. I am a hot mess.

I know sexy right...

Over the past two years, I have grown into the person I am today. Over the past two years, I have learned to be independent, stand up for myself, push myself beyond where I thought possible (I mean read any previous post). I wish I could better communicate how much I have grown.

While at Hanover, I made amazing friends. These friends have been there through thick and thin, and I don't know what I would do without them in my life. I turn to them when I am happy, sad, anxious, excited. They have helped shape the person I am today. They helped to give me confidence to be myself, and not to worry about those who don't like what they see.

After graduation, I broke up with my boyfriend of 4 years. At the time, I felt like my world was ending, but I had to do it. I had to stand on my own two feet. I had to learn who I was without him. It was the best thing that I have ever done for myself. I stood on the edge of a cliff, looking down waiting to jump. I jumped, and it felt good.

I forced myself outside of my comfort zone again, and again. Pushing further and further to see what I liked, what I desired. It was scary, but amazing. I decided to sign up for my first 5K, October 2008. I had healed myself through running. I would run to get away from the emotions and thoughts building up in my head. I could process things just by running. After the adrenaline rush of the start gun, I was hooked. I then ran a 5K with my dad. I felt stronger than I had in a long time, both mentally and emotionally. After that 5K, I was ready to sign up for a half marathon. May 2009, I ran the Indianapolis Mini Marathon. I worked my way through a 14 week training program, running 3-4 days/week. I crossed that finish line, and had no one to thank but myself.

I couldn't believe that this girl, has come so far. I couldn't have gotten to this place without the support of my friends, family, and coworkers.

After the Mini Marathon, my coworkers talked me into training for the Go Girl Triathlon. I thought, I used to swim when I was younger, I just ran a half marathon, I like biking. Sure, I can do this. The training was grueling, but I was up for the challenge. The day of the race comes, and I am psyched. My dad was there helping me get my transition area set up, walking through the course, and being supportive. I swam the 500 meters almost completely doing breast stroke, powered through the bike and the run, only to cross the finish line in tears. I pushed myself further and harder than I ever thought possible. I had put myself up to the challenge and succeeded. I later found out I finished third in my age group. Shocking! The girl that didn't make the 7th grade volleyball team, and got cut from varsity volleyball in high school. I had proven something to all those that doubted me.

I went on to compete (not complete) in the Fisher FAST Triathlon, to finish first in my age group. I came home that morning and told Jason, he needed to build a trophy cabinet. After the Fisher's Tri, I was hooked. Sarah asked me if I wanted to do a Half Ironman, and I agreed. I had nothing to lose. I saw how far I could push myself, and knew I had enough support and strength to go even further.

I completed the White Lake Half Ironman in seven hours and 20 minutes. It was the hottest, and most humid day I had raced in, and felt the side effects for days after. I was mentally and physically prepared to take on the White Lake Half. I came out of the water with an ear to ear smile on my face, struggled through the bike. My saving grace was Barnes and John finding me on the bike course. They were able to drive next to me for a few miles. I entered the run, ready to turn back as soon as I hit the first mile. I stood at the first mile aid station for what seemed like 5 minutes collecting myself, and giving myself a pep talk. I can do this, I came this far not to quit. I moved on to mile two, three, four, and finally found my legs. I was moving now. I get almost to the half way point and see a sign. On a bright pink neon sign, I can do all things through Him who strengthens me. I got an instant knot in my throat. I am strong enough, and I have God at my back. Helping me along. I hit the turn around point, and completely forgot about this woman's sign until I saw it again. I saw it at the right moment when I wanted to stop for the millionth time. I can do this, I have strength. I started praying the rosary in my head. Again instant knot in my throat. I am running past the camp ground, and I can hear the announcer calling out people's names as I near the finish line. I turned into the camp ground and start to feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I am on the last tenth of a mile on my way to completing the biggest task I have set in front of me to date. I hear my Gramma to the left of me, and hear my mom to the right. I continue to run past the finish line and into my dad's arms. I start crying, I feel my dad put my medal around my neck and start to cry himself. I just completed the biggest challenge yet. I can do anything I put my mind to. There is no telling where I will stop.

As I look back on who I am as a 24 year old, I am overjoyed. I have accomplished so much more than I ever thought possible. I have an enormous amount of love in my life. I am so blessed to have an amazing and supportive family. Wonderful and deep friendships, and supportive coworkers. As I embark on the next phase of my journey, I know I can do anything I put my mind to. I will always have love in my life, and always have support. As a 24 year old, I am damn proud of who I have become. I couldn't have become this person with out my family, and friends. So when I am 50 and looking back at Bobbi's project, I want to remember, how fearless the 24 year old Kristen was, and how determined she was.

Dear 50 year old Kristen,

Never lose sight of your dreams, and always know the love you have.

With love,

24 year old Kristen

Two Days Away

So it is finally here. All the hard work, and all the hours exercising, and giving up on food, and friends at times to exercise. Looking back it has been a journey. I long journey. I am not going to sit here and say it was easy. It was hard.

Last night I think my nerves finally got the best of me. I was stressing out about how I am going to pack everything, and how I am going to do, and how well the race is going to go. Finally I realized, I have worked this hard, that I just need to complete the race.

Not a lot of other people in my life can say that they have done this much. Now I am not saying that I am better than my friends or family for doing this, but I am just saying, I have put a lot of work into this. I set this goal, motivated by peer pressure, to complete this Half Ironman Triathlon. I put together a plan, and executed the plan. Up to this point, I didn't think much about the emotional impact this goal would make on me. I just thought of this goal, like many of my client's goals. This is goal x, these are the steps you need to take to get to goal x. Yes there are bumps on the road to get to goal x. Yes I hit some of the bumps hard, and even fell off my bike (literally). I did forget the small part about feeling the steps to get to goal x, and feeling the success of achieving goal x.

So over the next two days, as I get ready to complete my goal of a Half Ironman, I need to start feeling more. It is about the journey, not the destination. To tell you the truth, the journey has pushed me beyond where I thought I could go, and taught me more about myself, than any other experience, even college.

I can not wait to cross that finish line and run into the arms of my biggest support group, my family! My mom, dad, sister, and gramma! Not to mention one of my best friends from college! Here goes and wish me luck!

Tuesday's Workout

So, I don't think I did what I was supposed to for my workout.

Predicted: 1 Hour 15 Minutes Biking

Actual: 445-60 minutes.

I went on a bike ride with my boss and co-worker. It was a lot of fun to ride with them. So I guess if anything they helped me be comfortable around other bikers.

Then I went to see Hot Tub Time Machine. Came home, and was in bed by 12:30. I woke up at 8:20, groggy. Right now I am feeling better after checking email, and stalking facebook.

Today I have to swim something crazy and run 40 minutes (20 minutes tempo run).

This weekend I am doing a Sprint Triathlon up in Carmel IN!

Three Weeks Away

So I have been majorly slacking on writing for my blog. I guess I have been busy with living my life. When I say living my life, I have been working out, a lot. Then the Final Four came to Indianapolis, which was super fun. There were so many activities to partake in. I, however, only participated in drinking activities. I also want you to know there was a huge rain storm that blew through so I didn't end up going to see Darius Rucker. I did end up going to the Bud Light Tent to watch Butler demolish Michigan State. Well, it was a close game. It was so exciting.

Now you know where I have been let me tell you what I realized tonight.

As I was 20 minutes from completing my run, I thought to myself, I really want to document this experience. I have three weeks of training left, and really this week is the last big week before my competition (or should I say completion) of my first (and maybe only) Half Ironman. Just as I started to feel like I was carrying around 200 pounds and moving through mud, a man passed me and just say keep it up and clapped. It was so inspirational. It also helped that I was watching the sun set. It just put me in a wonderful mood. Listening to Dave Matthews Band, watching the sun set and being motivated to keep going by a stranger. Why do people not like running?

Here is my training this week so far...

Sunday, April 11, 2010: Run 55 minutes. Feeling good, challenging run, hot, but good overall.

Monday, April 12, 2010: Swim 1200m with my boss at 8am, 24 minutes. It was a challenging swim, but it helped that she was right there next to me, passing me.

Run 55 minutes at 7:30pm, tiring. My body was aching, bloody (yep, chub rub from Sunday exacerbated by today's run).

I came home tonight starving because I went too long without eating. I now have a headache from not eating soon after work. After eating everything in sight (I am talking 800-900 calories), I filled my bathtub with cold water, grabbed Love the One You're With by Emily Giffin. After fifteen minutes of sitting in cold water my legs feel a little better.

I hope I can mentally and physically prepare myself in the next three weeks, while staying healthy.

Love The Life You Have Been Given

I have been MIA from this blog for awhile. I would like to say a lot has been going on since I last posted, but really I have just been training and working. It seems like a boring life.

Last night when I was running after work two things hit me. First this isn't the life I had imagined living. This realization hit me hard, I didn't think I would be doing what I am doing, working where I am working and I didn't think I would be single right now. I think this realization has helped me understand when I have been so stressed out right now. I am conflicted with wanting the life I had imagined two years ago, and the life I am playing out everyday.

Two years ago I was getting ready to graduate Hanover, I had a long term boyfriend, I had finished my comprehensive exams, and my IS was pretty much completed. I was living life and truly enjoying it. In my mind, I thought I would get married to my boyfriend, and we would be starting our lives together. This did not happen, and if I would have seen all the red flag before, I would have realized this was not going to happen.

I am thankful that I was able to see the dysfunction of our relationship and move on with my life. I have learned so much about my character in the past two years that I don't think would have been possible with him. I would have stayed in the comfortable place for the rest of my life.

The second thing I realized when I was running last night was that I need to start enjoying the life that I am living right now. This is not to say that I don't enjoy life currently, but I am always planning for the next step, and not enjoying the moment. For example, a few weeks ago I was doing a brick workout (bike, then run). I just completed a one hour bike ride, and was getting ready for a 30 minute run. I ingested some honey, chased it with cool water, and headed out for my 30 minute run. I was 10 minutes into my run when I started to feel guilty for running. There was so many things on my to-do list, that I was wasting my time running. I was planning ahead for the rest of my evening that I didn't enjoy the run.

It is hard to enjoy everything that is going on with my life right now because I am also waiting on everything to fall into place. Over the past few months I have been applying to Occupational Therapy Schools. I can not take the next step until I know (1) if I have gotten into school and (2) where I will be going to school. It seems like everything is on hold. I have been checking my email multiple times a day wanting to see an email from any school. My life has become off balance because my moves seem to depend on the reply from schools. I never knew it would be this hard to wait.

Recently I have been getting up a little earlier than I need to so I can enjoy the quite time before my day. It has been helping me become more focused on myself, and peaceful. In college, I would sleep until the last possible second. I would allow myself enough time to put on clothes and walk to class while eating my breakfast. Now I have started to enjoy watching the sun rise, while taking care of myself.

Where I'm At

So as I was writing up my training program for the week, I realized a few things. I have been working extremely hard at training for this half ironman. I can't believe how much I have pushed myself, and how dedicated I am to this. Although it has been very grueling, I want to work at this.

I set this goal, of completing a Half Ironman (key word, completing) back in September. I didn't know it would be so much work, or take such a big time commitment on my part, but I set this goal. September of last year, I had just finished my second sprint triathlon, and finished first in my age group. I was flying high, and thought that I could achieve anything.

I guess I should reveal something extremely personal. I am afraid of failure. Now, this might not seem like that big of a fear, but this is what motivates me, sometimes too motivating for me. The fear of failure, has been magnified by doing this training. I have always used this fear of failure to motivate me in school, and in life. I do not want to disappoint anyone for my failures. So in turn I would push myself to keep working harder, nothing was and is ever good enough. Now you might be thinking, "Oh Kristen, you are wonderful and a hard worker, don't put yourself down!" This isn't the case, it is just a realize I came to during my training. As painful as it is to see that I have put so much pressure on myself to "succeed", whatever that means, I have a least recognized it. I am willing to recognize this fear of failure, and everything that goes along with it, in order to relax a little and enjoy life more.

So here is another week of intense training.

Recovery Week

So I have made it through 4 weeks (well almost 4 weeks) of triathlon training. It has been a rough and rocky 4 weeks. I had a few minutes before I have to head into work, and wanted to just comment about the journey this has been already.

I'm sure you could tell by my last post that I was getting tired of working out. Working out had become a chore for me, and I didn't enjoy it. That is never a good thing, well at least for me.

This week something in my attitude changed. My workouts don't seem like a chore, they are at least fun. This might have something to do with the fact that the amount of exercise required for this week is reduced. I was able to get 60 minutes of biking and running in yesterday on my break, and it felt so good. I am usually able to get 45 minutes, 50 tops. However, I was able to start my workout earlier than normal. I spent 20 minutes on the bike. Hopped off, ran for 20 minutes, and then got back on the bike to round out my hour. While on the bike the second time around, I was envisioning what the Half Ironman would be like...

Imagining coming out of the water, and entering Transition 1 with a smile on my face.
Ripping part of my wet suit off on the run towards my transition area.
Standing on my towel while I finish peeling my wet suit off.
Fastening my helmet securely on my head.
Wiping my feet off enough to put my above the ankle socks on,
latching my race belt, so my number is behind me.
Lifting my bike off the rack, and running towards the end of the transition area.
Feeling myself clip my bike shoes into the pedals,
the sun is shining warmly on my back as I feel strong entering the bike course.
I can do this!

I read an article about believing in the goals, or resolutions you have set for yourself. Taking a small part of your day to envision yourself feeling strong on race day. This small part of your day can be before you get out of bed in the morning, right before you fall asleep at night, taking a shower after you are finished with a workout, or while you are preparing for your race in your day to day exercises. I challenge you to try this, even if you are not training for a triathlon. Envision yourself delivering a speech, or turning in the final draft of your book you have been working on. Try it, it is such an empowering and uplifting practice that makes you feel like you can go out and conquer the world.

Have a healthy Friday!

So Long

It has been forever since I have blogged. I have been very overwhelmed with my training. It got to a point where I had a minor break down on Monday night. I drove home with tears in my eyes because I felt like my training was preventing me from hanging out with my friends or even talking to them on the phone. I also got to a point where I felt I had so many rules surrounding this training, that I tried to break all of them, namely eating healthy. Consequently my training suffered because I ate a bunch of crap and didn't feel strong working out Sunday.

So I am back in the game, still feeling bruised from the break down on Monday, but I am confident I can do this. Yes, my training takes a lot of time out of my day, but I can do it. At least my training program is nice in the sense I can play around with what I do from day to do. I am still exercising 6 times a week, but if I want to bike instead of swim and run today I can do that.

This weekend I will be traveling to Louisville, KY to see my friends and celebrate my roommate's (from college) birthday. I am really excited to see everyone. I just need to figure out when I am going to do my 2 hour cycle that day. I think I am going to split it up and do 1.5 hours before work, and 30 minutes on my break.

I hope to post more frequently because I have taken a part in the blog writing at work. Although my writing skills are not the greatest, I do want to continue to work on them. What better way to do it! Speaking of work, I should start to head that way.

Have a healthy day everyone!

Thankful and Blessed

This past weekend, I was in Hanover, IN. See I went to school at Hanover College for my undergrad from 2004-2008. These four years were the best four years for a few reasons. I learned more about myself, I learned about my limitations, and my desire to be challenged, and I developed a lasting friendship with wonderful people.

Meredith, Lauren, Rachel, and I all email to our work accounts during the day. It makes the work day go a little faster, and gives me something to look forward to. I am unable to check my email at work frequently, and when I do, I instantly smile. Although I will say it is a little overwhelming to see 20+ emails in your inbox.

Back in November, we were all missing each other, and decided via email that we would head back to campus to reunite. The coordination and planning begun. Now normally, we don't plan, but we had to make some plans for this trip to work. I called around to find out the room rates for hotels in the area. Luckily, the Campus Center's hotel rooms were the cheapest. We were not only able to head back to the school where our friendships formed, but we were able to stay in the Campus Center hotel room. Cheesy, I know.

So this weekend we accomplished so much in such a little amount of time. The funny this is, however, the stuff we did revolved around eating. We were able to visit Thomas Family Winery, The Red Pepper, Johnnie Reb's (twice), Shipley's, Tiffany's mural, Horst's Bakery Haus, and The Horner Center.

I think the best thing that came from this weekend, was realizing how blessed I truly am. I was writing this blog entry on my way home from Rachel's house in my head. I was thinking about how wonderful my friends are. I am so thankful to have them in my life. They were not only such a big part of the transformation that took place personally while at Hanover, they were and are such a strong support system. I love them, and would do anything for them. Not everyone is as lucky as I am. Not everyone has a good of friends as I do.

So to all my friends out there, who were able to come to Hanover, and who were there in spirit, I love you, and thank you for teaching me, and helping me grow.

And so it Begins...

So Sarah and I finally decided which half ironman we are going to do. We decided to do the White Lake, NC Half Ironman on May 8, 2010. The swim will be warm, in a clear lake, with a depth of 9 feet, and sandy bottoms. The run and bike are on a relatively flat shady course. Here is the link, check it out and feel free to join me if you so choose.

http://www.setupevents.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=event_detail&eventID=1400

From Monday, I will have 16 weeks to prepare. My training program that I am using is from Matt Fitzgerald, Triathlete Magazine: Essential Week-By-Week Training Guide. There are 10 levels to choose from. I have decided to choose a level that allows me to work hard, but to just complete the Half Ironman. Although I love competing, and not to brag but did well last season in my Sprint Triathlons, I don't think I am trying to break any records. Secretly, in the back of my head, I know I am going to push it, and hope for something great. Here is a link to the book on Amazon.com

http://www.amazon.com/Triathlete-Magazines-Essential-Training-ebook/dp/B002SRL39U/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1262753506&sr=8-2

Now that everything is set, except for the payment, I am nervous. I never thought I would be doing this. I just continue to push myself to do things I never thought in a million years I would do. I am nervous about training, about competing, and about the actual race. I should be filled with excitement, but I am just nervous now. I am worried I won't be able to do it. I am nervous of failing.

I am scared of failing. I don't know what actually defines failing in this sense, but I am scared that if I don't go through with this race, I will be a failure. Ever since I was a little girl, I have always been worried of failing. Talk to my 5th grade teacher, I think she helped to strengthen this fear of failure.

Fears aside, I know I will do great with the triathlon. If I do not complete the race, I will at least be in better shape than I am currently, and learn a little something more about myself. Up to this point I have succeeded greatly in every challenge I have put myself up to. I am actually quite overwhelmed with how much I accomplished in 2009. I am sure in a few weeks, the fear will subside, and the anticipation and excitement will settle in.

Here's to my biggest challenge in 2010!!!