Friday, October 31, 2008

It's Hard Enough to Run without Keeping Your Wings Straight: Happy Halloween from Triathablog


This morning I performed our most unanimously dreaded challenge: The MASQUERADE CHALLENGE, in which I had to wear a costume while performing my sport.

Oddly, I got little reaction from my fellow early-morning runners. It was kind of dark, but I'd think it'd be pretty hard not to notice a human-shaped ladybug running toward you.

Anyway, they didn't notice (one guy gave me a big smile but I couldn't tell if it was related) even though my spots were smearing a little, and I was having to hold my wings on straight, and I kept veering on and off the trail because of my haunted iPod. (At first it wouldn't play, and then it worked fine. During the silence I was frantically pushing buttons, which did nothing except make the light come on. The sun hadn't come up yet, so the iLight was really bright, and after looking at it I couldn't see the trail so I kept running off it accidentally).

I think maybe everyone running pre-7 a.m. is just too groggy, or too intensely dedicated, to notice much of what anyone else is doing. That's why I like running in the morning so much, actually. No one pays that much attention when I'm clumsy or groggy ... or dressed like a giant bug. It really helps me not to feel self-conscious.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Special Report: The Pool and the Urge to Pee

It never fails. By the time I get from the pool and to the locker room, I am nearly peeing in my pants. Er ... swimsuit. Even if I use the toilet right before swimming, there is still an uncontrollable urge to pee afterward. I've wondered to myself, "Self, what is this about? Am I unknowingly swallowing lots of pool water? Is the water seeping through my skin and straight to my bladder? Are my ear canals connected to my pee parts?"

So, I used the mighty Internets to find some sort of explanation for this phenomenon. I even asked my med school almost-doctor friend if this is true, and he affirmed. Get ready - Triathablog is about to go scientific on your asses.

"For those of you who are aware of ANP (atrial natriuretic peptide), you may know that ANP is released as a result of the muscle cells (myocytes) of the right atria (part of your heart) in response to their being stretched. As a result, ANP helps to rid the body of salt (sodium specifically) and as a result, decrease the body's water (since water follows salt-osmosis), subsequently lowering one's blood pressure by making you pee out sodium and water. What you may not know is that there is a link between stretch receptors in your neck and ANP being released. Thus, even if you woke up early in the morning, peed in the toilet, and got in the shower, after a while of being in the shower with the water massaging your neck, you'll feel the need to pee again. Similarly, if you're in a swimming pool, ocean, lake, etc. up to your neck, you'll notice after a little while the urge to pee." - The Internets


So, there you have it. Those crazy atrial natriuretic peptides are the culprit for my pee dance all the way to the shower. Did I say shower? I meant, toilet. I never pee in the shower - what are you talking about? Gross. (Okay, maybe I do. But at least it's not the pool).

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Cold weather and Downtown Hoedowns

Had my first 30 degree commute this morning. It was actually wonderful, with the only problem being that my feet were freezing. The new Pearl Izuma* cold weather gloves worked out perfectly, as did the Nike cold weather ear covering thingy. I think Winter commuting may turn out to be my favorite!



This weekend the Tonight We Ride guys are having a Hoedown! Triathablog is helping sponsor, so come out and say hello. Oh, and you will also see some awesome track bike tricks and BIKE POLO! I can't wait for that to go down. I am thinking Brocycle vs. Tonight we Ride...

so, grab a sixer and some burgers and come out for a lovely Sunday outing. We'll be the cute girls.

*available locally at Homewood Cycles

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

What a Difference a (Time of) Day Makes

This week, I'm attempting the FLUX CAPACITOR Challenge — exercising at a different time than usual (see Contest Rules in the sidebar on the right for more details ... then suggest a challenge for our AUDIENCE CHOICE Challenge).

An aside: I'm a bit shocked by how many people don't know what a Flux Capacitor is. Hello! It's the device that makes time travel possible! I'm not judging, but I am saying I feel sorry for you if Back to the Future wasn't a formative part of your childhood. Deloreans! Orange Vests! 88 Miles Per Hour!

Anyway ... I'm at my most creative at night, and I've never considered myself a morning person or an athlete. But a job change forced me to switch from a sunrise shift to more reasonable work hours. Surprisingly, I began to fill my mornings with exercise. Even more surprisingly, I enjoyed it.

Now, as the sun rises later and later, it's hard to fit in running, icing my knee, and Starbucks (I'm a bit of an addict, and the baristas at Starbucks in Crestline totally make my day). Seems like the perfect time to try running in the afternoon.

Some things I already love about running at the end of the day: the feeling of running shoes after a day in heels (absolutely amazing), the smell of Davenport's Pizza Palace after a hard run, and the energy I have all night so I avoid collapsing in front of the TV.

And things I miss about the morning: Waking up with the neighborhood, smelling the lavender in front of The Cook Store (what is it with me and scents?), and the energy to make it through a work day in a cubicle.

I feel stronger and run farther in the afternoon, but I'm less concerned with what people think of me in the morning.

No matter your feelings (or appalling lack of knowledge) about Flux Capacitors, this challenge has given me the guts to change my routine and get out on the trail even when I'm uncomfortable and intimidated. Will I switch mornings for afternoons? Jury's still out. But there's one thing I really love, and that's having the courage to change things up.

Monday, October 27, 2008

water in your nose, not so scary after all

I learned how to do this over the weekend:



Yeah, I'm pretty much a real swimmer now. I was always the one who flipped and jumped off the diving board while holding my nose as a kid. LAME. But my friend Sara, who used to swim competitively, joined me in the pool this weekend for a little tutorial on the flip turn. I've been too scared to try it to this point, and even hesitated SEVERAL times while she was trying to teach me. I would swim toward the wall and then just stop about a foot from the turn. Needless to say we had a lot of laughs in the process and, I'm sure, annoyed the other swimmers and life guards. I finally got it, and have been practicing on my own - it's like I've taken my first steps, wobbly though they may be. This morning I did manage to fill my nose with water rather nicely - it was as painful as I remembered. I think there is still chlorine in my nasal passages.

Three reasons why I am excited about mastering the flip turn:
  1. It makes me appear as though I know what I am doing.
  2. Less time at the end of the lane = a better workout.
  3. It looks really cool.

Weekly Totals = Amanda 40, Carrie 36, Elisa 38

Okay readers, the spotlight's on YOU — comment here to suggest your ideas for the AUDIENCE CHOICE CHALLENGE (to be performed the week of November 2-8). Here's your chance to design your own triathadventure. Make it crazy, make it easy, make it cleaning your apartment (hey, it might happen). Carpe Whatever! Seize the blog! (Wondering how points are earned? Check out Contest Rules in the sidebar to the right.)

AMANDA: 10 points (40 Cumulative)
5 points = Weekly Swims
3 points = This Week's Copycat Challenge (Running)
1 point = OMG Challenge (Something You Fear — Flip Turn)
1 point = Team Challenge (Group Swim)

CARRIE: 8 points (36 Cumulative)
5 points = Weekly Runs
3 points = This Week's Copycat Challenge (Biking)

ELISA: 10 points (38 Cumulative)
5 points = Weekly Rides
3 points = This Week's Copycat Challenge (Swimming)
1 point = OMG Challenge (Something You Fear — Commute to Work)
1 point = Flux Capacitor (Different Time and Place)

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Friday, October 24, 2008

Special Report: Crosswalks, Pop Rocks, and a Practical Use for Lite-Brite Technology

There are many things that fill me with Runner's Rage: people who let their dogs take up the whole trail, gossipy running groups that sound like a hives of bees as they approach, happy couples holding hands (that one may have little to do with running). But nothing is so infuriating as cars that don't yield the right of way at crosswalks.

I've heard, "pedestrians always have the right of way." I wondered, is this true, or is it urban legend, like that rumor saying that it's lethal to combine Pop Rocks and soda (a wicked lie that stopped the science-based candy craze in its tracks)? Undoubtedly, cars rule the road. But do they have the right to?

According to the Alabama Department of Motor Vehicles, the rules for vehicles at a crosswalk are pretty simple. If the crosswalk is at a traffic light, obey the light (although when turning "right on red," you must yield to pedestrians). If the crosswalk is not at a light or intersection, you must stop for pedestrians. If no one is crossing, you don't have to stop (unless there's a stop sign, obviously).

That means you stop for that stroller at a crosswalk, even if you're on your way to Rojo and you're racing a Suburban for the best parking spot.

It means that, even if you can see a green light UP AHEAD, you still need to stop for the runner who's trying to cross at a crosswalk. Even if it means you'll miss the light.

It also means that, when you stop at a traffic light, you must stop BEHIND the crosswalk lines. Those neat white lines on the sidewalk aren't just for decoration, and I shouldn't have to run around your car just so you can have a two foot advantage when the light turns green.

Runners and other pedestrians, as it turns out, have some responsibilities too. You should always wear reflectors, or a light, or at least light colored clothing, if you plan to walk or run in the dark. You should use sidewalks whenever possible. (Hey, I know asphalt is better on the joints, and I won't fault you for running in the road. But, technically, the law does.) You should yield to vehicles when you are NOT at a crosswalk or intersection. And you should walk or run on the left side of the road, single-file.

Sure, if all drivers followed the rules, it would make my runs a lot more pleasant. But it's more than that, really. If we want to stop (or reverse) climate change, traffic congestion, and urban sprawl, we need to drive less.

Until we have more bike lanes and sidewalks to make that easier, we all need to start following the rules. Drivers, learn the rules of the road as they apply to pedestrians and bikers. It may not be practical for everyone to give up a vehicle, but you can do your part by being aware and making the road safer for those who do.

CROSSWALKS OF THE WORLD:
A Sidebar of Facts Mostly Stolen from Wikipedia


Globally, crosswalks are all pretty straightforward, although sometimes people get creative (like the United Kingdom's system, which includes Zebra, Pegasus, Pelican, Puffin, and Toucan).

East Germany has a unique traffic light man who wears a jaunty little hat. Ampelmannchen (little traffic light man), as he is called, has become symbolic of the East German nostalgia movement and his likeness is sold in gift shops. (The Ampelmannchen reminds me of the first time my dad saw our Birmingham walk lights and cried, "Well, hello Mr. Sparkly Man!" when he saw the bright light pictogram of a man crossing the street.)

Other cities have experimented with the Pedestrian Scramble (also called a Barnes Dance), where traffic is stopped on all four directions at once to allow pedestrians to cross any way they choose—even diagonally. These are popular in Japan, which has hundreds of these intersections. Fun Fact: One of the first Pedestrian Scrambles was in Kansas City, my hometown.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

team sportsaphobia

It all started in fifth grade, one dreary morning at recess when the gym teacher decided it was a good day for forced participation in kickball. I begrudgingly left my post as the official girl’s line dancing teacher (self-appointed), and headed to the field. Team captains were assigned, and they chose their team members, of course, in order of athletic ability. Not surprisingly, I was one of the last ones chosen – along with a host of other awkward eleven-year-old girls.

When it was my turn at the plate, I kicked the ball and ran the bases as the ball dribbled through the infield. Safe at first. Whew! Just when I was beginning to think, “This kickball thing isn’t so bad,” it was my team’s turn in the field – the Field of Disaster. FOD, if you will. They put me in right field, also known as The Position of Exile and Shame. I made it through the first couple of kids without having to do anything, as all the while a giant knot was forming in my gut due to the anticipation of my inevitable athletic doom.

And then it happened – I saw the ball flying high in the air and coming right at me. I panicked, tried to brace myself for the blow of the giant ball that was careening toward me, closed my eyes, and held out my arms. It hit me hard in the stomach and bounced off, leaving me scrambling to pick it up and get it out of my hands as quickly as possible. And then, I heard a chorus of eleven-year-old boys laughing and yelling at me how terrible I was at kickball. I had cost them an “out.” And they had cost me my confidence.

With this, numerous disastrous presidential fitness tests, and a couple of bad church softball encounters, I have shied away from team sports for years. I never joined an intramural team in college, never participated when friends tossed the Frisbee on the president’s lawn, and certainly never participated in any coed flag football games. I had good intentions of conquering my fear when I was running by joining the Birmingham Track Club, and would have if I hadn’t gotten injured.

Now that I’m swimming, I’d like to try to conquer that fear again and have been looking for opportunities to do so. It took some digging, but I found Magic City Masters – an adult swim league that accepts all ages and levels of adult swimmers. They meet at SportsFirst YMCA in Mountain Brook, and have workouts on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays from 5:30 to 6:45 am. You do not have to be a member of SportsFirst to participate, but the fee is a bit more for non-members ($90 per quarter instead of $50). Magic City Masters participates in meets, also – which scares the crap out of me, but would be a great experience.

Let me know if you’d like to check it out, too. I’d love to have a friend join me!

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Happy TriathaBirthday!


Happy Birthday to Amanda, our dedicated, take no prisoners, "I work two jobs and still manage to kick both of your asses", swimmer.

We love you.

...but you are not getting any extra Birthday points!

What's on My Playlist? Books!

I don't know why, but I really like running to audio books when the weather's cold. Maybe it seems cozy, like curling up by a fire and listening to a storyteller. Maybe Fall leaves remind me of listening to a classroom lecture (I was a school nerd). Maybe the lonely winter makes me long for company on my runs.

Leave it to me, a former bookstore manager — and bookish child who always picked the library over the playground — to turn a running blog into a book review. Here are my top five audio books to run to:

CHUCK KLOSTERMAN IV
I recommend all Klosterman's books and essays — they're funny but not cheesy, smart but not snarky. He reads the audio, which is pretty cool, and it heightens the feeling that you're in on an inside joke. This is mainly a collection of essays — a great place to start if you don't listen to audios much, since you'll make it through one or two complete stories during each workout.

MONEYBALL
It's baseball! It's business tactics! How can you go wrong?! Seriously, I wasn't interested in business or baseball when I picked up this audio, and I LOVED it. Michael Lewis is the all too rare non-fiction writer whose writing style is actually compelling. During play by plays of specific games in Moneyball, I loved running along my trail as the characters ran the bases. I laughed. I cried (really). Most importantly, I ran.

ARTEMIS FOWL and SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS
Ha! I snuck two in one! Smart adults love well-written children's books. They're fairly short (yeah, five CDs is short for an audio book — get used to it), the readers on both series are strong (Tim Curry reads a bunch of the Lemony Snicket books and he's amazing) and the plots are great. You probably haven't heard of the Artemis Fowl books, but they're just as good as Unfortunate Events, and Colfer does for science and computers what Handler (aka Lemony Snicket) did for books and grammar.

JOHN ADAMS
Tired of Joe Plummer and Joe Six Pack? Aren't we all. Here's a politician with a strong sense of right and wrong who actually lived and voted what he believed in. By all accounts, he preferred his wife to interns, and he hated slavery and supported women's rights (sort of) in an age where those stances should've been political suicide. It's election time, and I think we could all use a reminder of what our country actually stands for (which, oddly, has very little to do with the Dow).

WICKED
Gregory Maguire is, in my opinion, fairly hit or miss, but he hit big with this fairy tale for grownups that's extremely addictive and just a little bit sick. He takes the familiar Wizard of Oz story and turns it on its head — repeatedly. The reader is excellent. The story is great. And the musical based on the book comes to Birmingham this April, so catch the story, then go see the show.

Jonathan Benton, Bookseller (in Mountain Brook Village) has a great audio book policy: Buy the audio book at regular price, then return it and get half that price applied toward your next audio book purchase. If you listen often, you effectively get the books at half price. Email jbbookseller@gmail.com or call 205-870-8840 to order a book or check their stock. And don't forget, cheapskates — there's always the library.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Corners like it's on rails

Today I faced my fears and commuted to work. Mick Jagger rose to the challenge. I decided last night that I would be riding today, so it felt a bit like Christmas Eve. I picked out my outfit, packed my lunch and went to bed early.

This morning I woke up before the sun (WAY before the sun), ate a nutritious breakfast, got dressed, packed up and left. Before you ask, let me tell you what I wore. Baby blue riding tights (capri length) under a Free People flowered dress. Added a blue scarf, cuddle-dud shirt and blue windbreaker. Pretty adorable, finished the look with my black Vans and homemade fingerless gloves (out of old wool socks!).

ANYWAY, I drove to a safe place, as I cannot ride yet from my house due to dangerous routes and set off. It was great. chilly but great. I arrived at work in one piece, red faced and feeling alive. Total time for commute was 20 minutes each way, the same amount of time it takes me to drive!

Now that I have done this, I don't understand why more people don't at least try it. It is a great feeling, not even taking into consideration the gas saved and carbon not burned. I was more alert all day and did not have my usual mid-day slump. One thing I will say is that I need to remember to pack a second breakfast because I was super hungry around 9am! The day went by faster and I was in a great mood. Such a great mood that I have not freaked out despite dropping my Macbook and cracking the front!

The ride home was a bit harder as it was 25 degrees warmer and I had been working all day, but it was still lovely. I inadvertently gave most of Mountain Brook a nice cleavage shot on the way home, which I realized later and regret (work dress with unzipped wind breaker...not a good idea. oops). Well, live and learn!

I am planning to keep commuting via bike. I was accepted into the GetGreen program with CommuteSmart today so the money is going to start rolling in, $2 a day! Ok-the money is just a bonus, a very nice bonus.

Plus, I felt like a total bad ass.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Book Report: What I Talk about when I Talk about Running

Haruki Murakami is a brilliant fiction writer, and he recently published a non-fiction book about his running life. This was perfect for my first Triathablog read: He paints long-distance running as reflective, meditative, and essential to his writing process, and that's just what I hope to achieve.

He writes, "I'm the type of person who doesn't find it painful to be alone. I find spending an hour or two every day running alone, not speaking to anyone, as well as four or five hours alone at my desk, to be neither difficult nor boring." As my friends will tell you, I also crave time alone — so much so that I don't answer my phone or check voicemail. Like Murakami, I don't find it comfortable or desirable to be alone ALL the time, but I do seem to enjoy solitude more than most people.

I don't think he sees running as a metaphor for life, but he does learn from it, and he carries his own neurosis into running, as we all do. "I couldn't accept this," he writes, after a disappointing race. "I'd trained so hard, so why did I get cramps? I'm not trying to argue that all effort is fairly rewarded, but if there is a God in heaven, was it asking to much to let me glimpse a sign? Was it too much to expect a little kindness?" I, too, feel abandoned by God at the first sign of a cramp or Runner's Knee or a rainy morning when I wanted a clear one (also getting stopped at a red light or sleeping through my alarm, it isn't limited to running).

Murakami is a serious runner. He runs a marathon every year, and he also writes from experience about an Ironman and several triathlons. He's no hobbyist, but neither is he the kind of running maniac that turns people off to the sport. This isn't Murakami's greatest work, but I don't think that's what he was going for. I think he wrote the book to relate to other runners, and to explore something he's devoted much of his time to.

His book chronicles sport as part of the rhythm of everyday life, not a chore or an addiction, the way it's too often portrayed. It's clear, meditative, and restful. I think runners will enjoy it most, but it's worth anyone's time, athlete or not.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Weekly Totals = Amanda 30, Carrie 28, Elisa 28

Amanda's still out front with a comfortable lead. But with her favorite challenges — Iron and Hemingway — all used up, can she maintain her position? Tune in next week!

And remember, the AUDIENCE CHOICE CHALLENGE is coming up in just two weeks, so now's your chance to make us squirm — just leave your idea for a Triathablog Challenge as a comment on any of our posts. (Wondering how points are earned? Check out Contest Rules in the sidebar to the right.)

AMANDA: 11 points (30 Cumulative)
5 points = Weekly Swims
3 points = This Week's Special Report Challenge (Future Swimmers of America)
1 point = Iron Challenge (Stretching or Weight Lifting)
1 point = Hemingway Challenge (Fitness Journal)
1 point = Flux Capacitor Challenge (Different Time)

CARRIE: 10 points (28 Cumulative)
5 points = Weekly Runs
3 points = This Week's Special Report Challenge (To be published soon)
1 point = OMG Challenge (Something You Fear — Ran in Highland Park)
1 point = Bookworm Challenge (What I Talk about when I Talk about Running)

ELISA: 10 points (28 Cumulative)
5 points = Weekly Rides
3 points = This Week's Special Report Challenge (To be published soon)
1 point = OMG Challenge (Something You Fear — Rode in a skirt)
1 point = Bookworm Challenge (The Art of Urban Cycling)

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Pimpin may not be easy, but neither is riding

"It's as easy as riding bike"

How many times have I heard that? Some advice: never ride behind or beside these people. Riding in traffic (or anywhere besides a large, empty suburban road) is hard. Not necessarily in a physical way. It requires attention and skill that is only learned by concentration and practice.

Deciding that you are going to start say, commuting down Crestwood boulevard during rush hour a few weeks after riding, is not only stupid but dangerous. I am still not totally comfortable changing lanes and riding straight while glancing behind me, much less swerving onto gravel (there are no shoulders) or staying upright when grazed by the side mirror of some idiot who decides that 1 inch is plenty of room. These are skills that, while you may not use them for months, are the difference between a bit of road rash and a busted collarbone.

This is not to say that you shouldn't ride until you have it mastered. Far from it. I am simply trying to be smart. I love riding and would love to give up my car today! Doing that, however, would be dangerous for me, other riders and car drivers (even though I am pretty sure I am supposed to hate cars now). Taking Mick Jaggar to a coffee shop or Al's is one thing, taking it 10 miles down Highway 78 (which has NO shoulders...how on earth is this a good thing?!) to the suburbs is another thing completely.

So for now I am mapping out transit routes and learning how to secure my bike to the racks on the front of all the buses to get to work. Maybe I can give up the car after all.

One more thing: when you see those people riding in traffic smoothly and confidently, try not to assume they are another hipster slacker. It requires a level of concentration and skill that would astound you. Give them an extra foot or two of road space and remember that they are one less car you are fighting against for the primo parking space at the Summit.

Friday, October 17, 2008

The Games People Play

They say a lot of running is mental. For me, this is pretty true. I've had to play head games with myself ever since I started running, convincing myself to keep going even when I felt awkward. Here are a few of my mental tricks:

I AM INVISIBLE. This helps whenever I feel slow, or clumsy, or self-conscious about wearing shorts. After all, if no one can see me, what I look like doesn't matter. It has the added benefit of making me extra careful about traffic.

I'M HELPING PEOPLE! I talk to a lot of runners who get offended or upset when someone passes them on the trail. Not me! I just think about how awesome the person who passed must feel. I gave them a feeling of self-worth and confidence, and that's worth running slowly for!

I'M THE HOTTEST GIRL HERE, AND EVERYONE IS JEALOUS OF ME. This is how I feel in any room, so it's pretty easy to adapt to running. Oh, wait, not really. It's actually a tough idea to maintain, and requires musical backup, so I listen to Flo Rida (or any artist who prefers Apple Bottom Jeans to skinny jeans).

I AM A CHARACTER IN HARRY POTTER. I only use this delusion when I'm running through Mountain Brook early in the morning and the owls are swooping. I repeat to myself, "I'm not afraid of owls. Owls are friendly. Owls bring you mail."

JAMES FRANCO IS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS HILL. No explanation necessary.

Apparently, talking to yourself while running (silently, anyway) isn't that unusual. But more mature (read: "less crazy") runners refer to their inner dialogue as a mantra. One marathoner's mantra is, "Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional." Haruki Murakami writes of a particularly difficult race in which he repeated to himself, "I'm not a human. I'm a piece of machinery. I don't need to feel a thing. Just forge on ahead."

I tried something similar this morning. Thinking was exhausting, and, because it was raining, I couldn't use my iPod. I repeated "I feel good. I am healthy." over and over. It was nothing fancy, and I felt kind of silly at first, but it worked. Overall, I did feel good. I did feel healthy. It was the best run I had all week ... and I didn't even have to conjure up Hogwarts.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Special Report: Future Swimmers of America

I remember learning how to swim as a child. It was terrifying. I'm pretty sure that I clawed holes in my mother's swimsuit when she tried to take me into the deep end. But I survived, and now can swim (or, not drown) with the best of them. My lessons were by no means professional, but they did the trick.

Actual swimming lessons can start as early as age three. But what about the years before that? The years where, tragically, so many children wander into bodies of water and become a statistic? Enter, Infant Swimming Resource.

ISR was started in 1996 by then-eighteen-year-old lifeguard Harvey Barnett. After witnessing a tragic drowning in his neighborhood, he began to develop a method for teaching infants how to roll to their backs and float when in water. While no replacement for adult supervision, the method gives parents the crucial time needed to save their child in the event of an accident.

Folks - this shit is nuts. I didn't know how instinctual it is for babies to do this with such simple training, and it is a little crazy to watch. Take a look at this video:



Babies six to twelve months can learn to hold their breath underwater, roll onto their backs, and float unassisted - all while in a soggy diaper and clothing (the lessons are taught with the babies in full clothing since they will likely be wearing that in an accident).

There are classes taught in Birmingham at the Jewish Levite Community Center and St. Vincent's 119 Health and Wellness. Why not start them early? It could save their life, and maybe even begin the process of molding them into the next Michael Phelps.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

If you're going to do it...

You might as well look good!

I love riding. However, one teensy problem with cycling as transportation has been figuring how to look cute when I get to, say Bottletree or Urban Standard. I am not a fan of spandex. At all. I found this great website, Copenhagen Cycling Chic, sort of a Sartorialist for cyclists and fell in love.




Leggings! Boots! miniskirts! Legwarmers! A dream come true for a girl on two wheels. Urban Outfitters, here I come.

Another little problem is that sometimes a girl needs some...ahem, padding to stay comfortable. All of the 'cycling pants' I have found in bike shops are spandex extravanganzas! So, I jumped on the internet superhighway. and found these:



and


All from Harlot, a women's cycling apparel shop. How can you not love a company who has this written on their website:

"Many people ask us about the name Harlot. Certainly, an old word for prostitute might seem like an odd thing to name a company after. We actually have a good reason that makes sense to us. It involves the history of women on bicycles, the reclaiming of a derogatory word, and little tongue-in-cheek fun."

I am going to be Rockin' the hot cycling gear in Birmingham soon!

For more urban cycling gear, check out these great sites:


Cordarounds. Nothing for women, but I talked to the guys and they will have womens wear in February or March!
Swrve
Chrome. Known for their bags, but the knickers look kick ass as well. None for women however.
And the brand preferred by Bike Messengers: R E Load

I am having trouble finding any cool urban cycling gear in Birmingham. If you know of any, please let me know! Please, Please.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Injuries Speak Louder than Words

I've diagnosed myself, via internet, with Runner's Knee. This fills me with a perverse sense of pride: I might have doubted my athletic prowess (see my last entry), but my right knee believes I'm a runner, and it's giving me the aches and pains to prove it.

According to one site, "this is not your knee's fault." The blame shifting here appeals to me. As long as we're pointing fingers, I'd like to put the fault for this injury on Elisa and Amanda. Or the economy. Say, maybe my eight-year-old knee used to hang out with terrorists.

The real culprits, it turns out, are my quads (already, I'm sounding athletic!), my feet, or my shoes. (Are we SURE it's not Wall Street?)

The good news is, I shouldn't have to stop running. I'm supposed to decrease my mileage, take ibuprofen, and ice my knee after I run. Also, avoid running downhill and walking down stairs (although living in a third-floor walk-up makes this difficult).

Normally, I'd quit running until the pain went away, but I've been ignoring it because I didn't want to lose Triathablog points. Bad blog! On the other hand, I'm not sure it's practical to quit running every time I feel an injury coming on. Maybe it's better to know the cause of the injury so I can stretch better, strengthen my quads, and go by the Trak Shack for some new running shoes. Blogging redeems itself!

This inconvenience got me thinking. What if I get sick, or tired, or really involved in CW programming? Maybe it's time to take preventative action: Get more iron (we vegetarians have to watch it), lay off the caffeine (okay, go easy on the caffeine), remind myself that I can watch Gossip Girl later on iTunes. I guess it's about time I replace McDonalds with vegetables. Besides, I can't believe I haven't won Monopoly yet, anyway.

Monday, October 13, 2008

half the battle

Much like our runner, I have reservations about calling myself a “swimmer.” Not only because I have never been one (competitively, that is), but also because I just don’t look like one. Swimmers have a distinct body shape that I definitely do not possess, so when I tell someone that I swim, I am sure that in their mind they are comparing me to Dara Torres. Which is really no comparison at all.

As with any other sport, or life situation for that matter, it is often helpful to have the right gear. Not only does said gear serve a functional purpose, it also helps to deceive others into believing that you are a seasoned swimmer, runner, biker, etc. For example, Elisa could have never ridden a day in her life, but if she has on a helmet and a flashing ass-light, I believe it. I think the old saying goes, "Looking good is half the battle." Or something like that.

When I first started swimming, I was wearing a black Michael Kors tank suit. Functionally, it was okay for lap swimming, but aesthetically I looked like a middle-aged mom taking her kids to the pool. The addition of the swim cap, while initially bought to save my hair from the evil chlorine water, helped my plight some, but really only looked silly when paired with the mom suit. As did my goggles, which I bought on a spur of the moment at the beach so I could learn to swim with my face in the water. Not bad considering they were purchased at a shop that also sells beach towels with naked women on them, but not the best either.

After some research, I now have a more functional, competition-type swimsuit *and a pair of Speedo Vanquisher goggles *, which I used for the first time this morning and they are amazing (my last goggles left me looking like I was still wearing them for a good twenty minutes after they were removed – not attractive). Not surprisingly, having the right gear makes swimming much easier. There is less tugging on the straps of my swimsuit in an effort to not flash the lifeguard after every lap, and I no longer waste time defogging my goggles, although that did provide a good excuse to take breaks when I was tired ...

If it weren’t for my obvious lack of training and my poor form, I would look like I’ve been winning meets for years. And looks, my friends, are all that counts.


*I bought my stuff from SwimOutlet.com. I would like to know of a place in town that sells quality swim gear, so if you know of one, please let me know!

Weekly Totals = Amanda 19, Carrie 18, Elisa 18

Things are really heating up here at Triathablog! Elisa has come from behind with a whopping FOUR extra challenges in just one week—how does she do it?! (Wondering how points are earned? Check out Contest Rules in the sidebar to the right.)

AMANDA: 10 points (19 Cumulative)
5 points = Weekly Swims
3 points = This Week's Hemingway Challenge (Fitness Journal)
1 point = Iron Challenge (Weight Lifting)
1 point = Flux Capacitor Challenge (Different Time)

CARRIE: 9 points (18 Cumulative)
5 points = Weekly Runs
3 points = This Week's Hemingway Challenge (Fitness Journal)
1 point = Peace Love Blog Challenge (Meditation)

ELISA: 12 points (18 Cumulative)
5 points = Weekly Rides
3 points = This Week's Hemingway Challenge (Fitness Journal)
1 point = Iron Challenge (Weight Lifting)
1 point = Special Report Challenge (Writing a Special Report)
1 point = Flux Capacitor Challenge (Different Time and Place)
1 point = Santa Challenge (Different Sport—Hiking)

Friday, October 10, 2008

Identity Crisis: A Triathablog Fable

"Are you the runner?" I keep getting this question from Triathablog readers, and it always throws me.

I feel like a pretender when I call myself a runner. I used to describe myself as a jogger, since I'm really slow. But, apparently, jogging is taboo. I kept seeing these demoralizing ads reading, "When you run, you suffer. When you jog, the sport suffers." Ouch. That's when I started referring to myself as a runner. A really, really slow runner.

So, jogging is out. But it seems taking the running mantle wasn't enough. Apparently, I need to be doing speed work, or training for a marathon, or running hills, or joining a running group.

Unfortunately for my running cred, I've never run a race. I'm not trying to beat my PR (personal record). I don't even know my PR. I'll admit, 5Ks seem intriguing, with their themes and t-shirts and charity fundraising. And finishing a marathon, while not exactly unique anymore, still seems pretty daunting and impressive.

But, for now, I'm more of a tortoise than a hare. I don't run to break a tape or a time. I run because it makes my morning better. It forces me to take time to think and dream, to lose myself in the rhythm of my own footsteps and my own breathing (or in the rhythm of a NOFX song). I run because I like it.

And, obviously, I run to beat Elisa and Amanda.

I hope to get to a place where I don't feel inferior. Maybe I'll eventually be able to answer the question with confidence, "Yes, I'm the runner." Maybe I'll even be able to finish a marathon.

After all, in the end, the tortoise won the race.

A girl has needs

So, if you will recall back to 2 days ago, Mick Jaggar is sick. Yesterday he got sicker and I was scared. And frustrated. This is the part of cycling that is scary to me...not knowing how to fix my bike or what I have done wrong. I tried looking at my "The Complete Book of Bicycling", but that seems to have been written for people who already know about bikes. Not much help. I looked on the internet, which was a bit more helpful. However, everytime I thought I had it figured out...I fell down.

Bruised and beaten, I turned to my friend Alan. He told me what he thought was wrong and how to fix it. Easy enough I thought, until I tried it. Again something was off! I really didn't want to go to a shop because a)those places scare me and b) I never leave without spending money and feeling like an idiot. Neither of those seemed like a good idea in my state. Then Carrie said "Hey, Heath rides, why don't you stop by and ask him to take a look at it?" Brilliant! So I did and 10 minutes later, Mick was up and running. Turns out Carrie had unknowingly found me my very own bike mechanic (don't worry-his contact info is below)!! And one who did not make me feel stupid or silly or ridiculous. I am so excited. Heath also looked at Mick and suggested a quick clean up and tune up (which I knew it needed, but was putting off...of course). So we made an appointment for that as well. All within 10 minutes in the parking lot of my local Starbucks. A scared girl rider's dream.

Riding has done a lot for me since I started. I feel better, am less stressed, saving money and the earth...but the best thing has definitely been the community. I have yet to have a problem that someone couldn't help me with. Too scared ride at night? I can call on the Brocyclers. Need a repair or fix up (he is also going to help me find new tires and retape)? Call Heath. Stuck somewhere and need a ride home? Commutesmart will send someone out.

My main goal for this contest was to become part of a movement and community. Well, less than 2 weeks in and I am feeling it already. Thanks guys.

To get in touch with Heath for repairs, tune-ups...just about anything, call him at 303.489.4723. Tell him Triathablog sent you!

Thursday, October 9, 2008

good vs. evil

I wish I could sympathize with Elisa and tell you that there was drama at the pool this week, but alas ... things like that just don't happen in the aquatics world. The only complaint I could have is that that lanes are crowded, and that's just not nearly as frustrating as malfunctioning bikes and asshole drivers. The day that someone tries to drown me, I will be sure to let you know.

This morning as my alarm went off at five o'clock, I was baffled at the mental process it took to get me out of the bed and to the pool. "If I get up now, I get swimming over with for the day, I can write on the blog after work, and then go to dinner with friends. If I sleep now, I get to sleep, which is good, but then I need to swim after work and try to write on the blog during lunch. And then I have to shower again before dinner. And if I don't swim today, I could lose the contest." Seriously - that all went through my head within about fifteen seconds. I don't know how I can think that much when I'm not totally awake.

It's surprising how I can try to talk myself into and out of going to the gym simultaneously. Like that cliche cartoon with the devil on one shoulder and angel on the other, except the angel is dressed in a white swimsuit, and the devil in sassy red pajamas. The latter almost won today, but then I remembered that I didn't want to lose. Imagining Carrie or Elisa winning had me up and in my gear in no time.

As is usually the case with exercise, once you get there you don't regret it. I know, I know ... that is the sort of thing you read in fitness magazines and think, "Silly Magazine Writer. You shouldn't lie to your readers." But it really is true, no matter how much I like to think it isn't. Once I get past the hassle of getting there and getting used to the frigid temperature of the water, that first lap always feels so good. If only that were the first thing I thought of when the alarm goes off ...

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Another reason Queen is the best band ever

Just got back from a ride. It was terrible. Every fear that I had ever had about riding happened tonight.

Let’s start at the beginning. Starting off, I couldn’t get my foot into my right pedal (something had bent on it). Well, anyone who rides knows that to fall to the right is a big no-no, so I instead threw myself to the left. Oof, that didn’t end well. Oh well, no worries, just get up and get back on.

I’ll spare you the play by play but a quick rundown of the events: Run off the road by a car (turns out wealthy people only like people on bikes if they are 7 and on the sidewalk), funny sound coming from the tires, sort of like they were rubbing against something. Kept on going. Even after a motorcyclist thought it was be hilarious to cut me off and laugh his ass off. Up creeps the tension headache, something I was sure only cubicles and bad dates could incite. Cut off by a car. And the straw that broke the cyclists back: a car full of men who yelled at me and opened the door near me, lunging in my direction, in an obvious attempt to frighten me. It worked.
Tears streaming down my face, I turned for home. Only to have a car turn right in front of me (I was even in the bike lane!). I am not a quitter, and at this point I feel like a complete failure. I love riding at night. There is nothing like being in the city when it is quiet and still and cool. I have never felt unsafe, until tonight. What will I do if I can’t ride at night? How am I going to give up the dream of using my car as my main form of transportation?

As I rode home (up the big hill by the house), I changed gears as I started going downhill…and popped my chain. At this point, I want nothing more than to be at home in my little apartment.

I am always one to step up to a challenge (which is both my strength and greatest weakness). I don’t want to be afraid to ride. All of these happenings made all my feelings of vulnerability and failure come rushing back. If not for this contest, would I give up? I don’t know. Would I let my bike sit in the garage for a week or so? Probably.

Not now. Now I am going to figure out how to fix my chain, what is wrong with my tires, fix my pedals and get back on. Not only for the competition, but for myself. Ok-I also hate to lose. Or give up. So I won’t. Will I still ride at night? Most likely, although I may ride with a friend more often!

As for the title, as I was riding home, after the gentleman so lovingly said hello but before the car incident, I found myself singing “Somebody to Love” by Queen. So, thanks Freddie. I owe you one.

Triathablog Special Report: Get paid to get to work

You know all of those add-on's to the Financial 'Rescue' Bill? Turns out one of them is the Bicycle Commuter Act, H.R 1424 Sec 211. The Bill gives employers $20 a month in tax credit for 'qualified bicycle commuting'. From Bicycle Retailer and Industry News:

The employer tax break is laid out in Sec. 211, “Transportation fringe benefit to bicycle commuters," which is under the Transportation and Domestic Fuel Security Provision section in H.R. 1424. The $20 a month tax relief per bicycle commuting employee is to cover the cost of any employer reimbursement for reasonable expenses incurred by the employee “for the purchase of a bicycle and bicycle improvements, repair, and storage, if such bicycle is regularly used for travel between the employee’s residence and place of employment.”

You can see a copy of the bill in it's entirety on Congress' website.This is part of the controversial add-on's tacked on the Bailout bill. As to why it was added on and what this has to do with the financial crisis, no one seems to have an answer. The Act has been added to many bills and was held up each time.

The bill goes into effect Dec 1, 2008.

I see this as a great way to get your employer behind bike commuting. In the business world, numbers talk. If 5 people at your job bike to work every month, they are looking at $1200 every year.

Still not convinced? How about getting paid to bike to work? Here in Alabama there is a program called Commutesmart. According to their website (commutesmarter.org):

"GetGreen offers commuters $2 per day, up to $120 over a three-month period, to anyone who lives or works in Jefferson or Shelby Counties when they change their commutes from driving alone to a qualified commute alternative. Commuters are paid for each day they choose to carpool, telework, take transit, bike or walk to work. After you have completed the GetGreen program, you will automatically be enrolled into our Commuter Club!
read more about Commuter Club on the website.

Commutesmart will also send an Outreach Coordinator to your workplace to customize a program that will best fit employees and employer in your company. In addition, tax benefits that are stated here (they were a bit confusing to me but seem to boil down to pre-tax money being set aside for commuting expenses as a 'benefit').

So, let's see: your employer gets $20 a month, you get $2 a day (up to $120 a month) and there are tax breaks. Financially it is a win-win. I haven't even taken into account health care cost reductions, quality of life increases and plain old gas cost reduction. I plan to sign up for Commutesmart today and encourage you to join me. Maybe once a month we could grab a beer on the way home with our earnings!

What do you think? Is this something you are interested in and would sign up for? Anyone want to sign up together and help encourage each other?

to pedal power!!

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

A Tale of Two Cities: It Was the Best of Trails, It Was the Worst of Trails

I usually run on Jemison Trail in Mountain Brook. I know I should be running in Highland Park, where I live, since driving to and from the trail takes time (20 minutes, roundtrip) and gas. Believe me, I feel guilty. But I'm not changing anytime soon.

My own neighborhood is full of hazards: Huge cracks in the sidewalks as tall as a stray cat (which, by the way, are everywhere). Homeless people who yell at me in the morning (in their defense, they've never been especially rude and they're not asking for money, but I still don't like being yelled to at sunrise). Plus, there's a complicated parks system that I've never been able to decode. One park is known for the men who sit outside waiting to be propositioned for gay sex. Another is dedicated to dogs and their owners. (Honestly, this frightens me more than the first one, as I'm never quite sure how to behave around dogs.) As far as I know, the other parks don't have distinctions, but I can't really be sure ... what if I unknowingly ran through Clown College Park? Or, worse, Hipster Park (littered with PBR cans and cigarette butts ... oh, wait, that's the whole neighborhood).

Please don't misunderstand. I do love my neighborhood. But the things I like are the same reasons I feel self-conscious running here. I know lots of my neighbors, which is awesome when you want to borrow a cup of sugar (or use someone's internet, which is way more likely), but kind of embarrassing when you're red-faced and just tripped over a sidewalk crack. Rojo is great when you're craving a black bean burger, but running by the patio clad in Nike Tempo shorts and an old M*A*S*H t-shirt doesn't sound as delicious.

So far, I've chosen the easy comfort of Mountain Brook, with its clock towers, illusion of safety, and friendly runners who rarely skip a cheerful "good morning," even in the middle of a run. I'll admit, I get yelled at by the Brookies, too, but I find cries of "Hey, Starbucks Girl!" (from former customers) strangely comforting.

In the end, I do plan to start running in my own neighborhood, and I'm sure I'll find things to love about sticking close to home. But, for a couple weeks anyway, I'm happy to cling to my false security, as long as it keeps me running.

Monday, October 6, 2008

pool culture

One thing that I miss about running is the camaraderie and community that you have with other runners. When I was training for races, there was always someone to run with, to talk to about running, or whine to about nagging shin splints and knee troubles. Maybe I haven't gotten far enough in to the swimming world, but I'm finding that this kind of bond doesn't exist among amateur swimmers. But I guess it's hard to chat and get to know other people when you spend most of your time under water and possibly wearing ear plugs (which I bought last week, and they have changed my life).

Despite the lack of community, I rather enjoy the mix of people at the pool. The typical pool patron falls into one of two categories: 1) Asian, or 2) Old. Do not misread me here - I like Asians and Olds. I just find it interesting that they are the ones I can count on to be at the pool consistently. There is an occasional really attractive young male swimmer I wouldn't mind sharing a lane with, if you know what I mean. But for the most part - Asians and Olds. Just this morning I shared a lane (in the literal sense) with an old lady who didn't seem to be very happy about sharing the lane with me. She was a little scary.

After I finish my laps I usually get into the hot tub to stretch. This goes against everything I believe about being sanitary, but it feels so good that I forget about what sorts of creepies might be floating in there. The typical demographic of the hot tub is either the Olds or the Possible Pedophiles. You know the ones I'm talking about - middle-aged white males, sometimes sporting a moustache, always creepy. This weekend, there was one such male in the hot tub. I tried not to make eye contact, feeling rather vulnerable in my suit and all. After a while of being successful in not looking at him, I caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye. He was scooping up the bubbles from the top of the water and rubbing them into his chest hair. It brought me great discomfort. I think he was looking for camaraderie, too.

Weekly Totals = Amanda 9, Carrie 9, Elisa 6

What an exciting race—Carrie and Amanda are neck and neck with Elisa hot on their heels. Talladega has nothing on these girls! (Wondering how points are earned? Check out Contest Rules in the sidebar to the right.)

AMANDA: 9 points (9 Cumulative)
5 points = Weekly Swims
3 points = This Week's Physical Challenge (Stretching)
1 point = Fitness Journal Challenge

CARRIE: 9 points (9 Cumulative)
5 points = Weekly Runs
3 points = This Week's Physical Challenge (Weight Training)
1 point = Fitness Journal Challenge

ELISA: 6 points (6 Cumulative)
5 points = Weekly Rides
1 point = Different Time and Place Challenge

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Cycling: gateway drug to Breaking and Entering?

Turns out there are many recreational hazards to riding everywhere. For example, when not taking a car, one often forgets her car keys. Sounds innocent, until you think that most often your house keys are attached to the car keys. oops. Last night, after arriving home from Bottletree at 11pm, I realized my little error. What to do? Get your spare. oops, lent that out. On a roll, Elisa!
So, obviously I was breaking in. High windows + furniture dolly propped against a brick wall + nearly broken screen and 2 broken nails + 30 minutes and scrapes on the belly = Victory!
And that was the end of the night. I had already battled helmet head, walking into a bar with a flashing red light on the back of my jeans and one pant leg rolled up. Want to carry a cute handbag? not going to happen. Drink a beer? Yeah, great idea...riding a road bike in traffic with a buzz...maybe not.

But let me tell you, It was pretty awesome. No worries about parking or waiting for your ride to want to leave. When I pulled up, there was one other bike in the rack. When I left the rack was full. Seems some folks are reading Triathablog!

While in the bar, someone asked if I had worked on this weeks Physical Challenge (incorporate strength/weight training or stretching into workouts). I said that I was planning on doing it after getting home that night. Psh. I proceeded to do some (about 10) wall push-ups. (the bands were changing out, so I wasn't being rude). Then I decided, what the hell, why not do some stretching? So I did (amidst laughs from friends). felt great.

What am I trying to say (what am I trying to say?)? That riding to social events has it's hazards, but I am in it to win it, baby. So if that means helmet head and flashing butts and climbing in through windows...well, so be it.

(It's actually kind of fun)

One last thing: my new bicycle needs a name. so far I have narrowed it down to Mick Jaggar or Marla Singer. thoughts? What is your vote? I am riding a 2006 Lemond eTape. black with white/silver and blue accents, fyi.

UPDATE 10-6-08: Decided on Mick Jaggar. A good friend (whose name may or may not start with A and end in Manda reminded me that "you don't want a woman between your legs". can't argue with that. so, Mick it is! (it is what I was leaning towards anyway!)

another (last) thing: I signed up for twitter, so you can follow all my triathablog adventures as they happen. follow me at http://twitter.com/triathelisa. Or, if you are a running fan (which you shouldn't be...but whatevs), you can follow Carrie at :http://twitter.com/triathacarrie

Friday, October 3, 2008

Hitting Main Street Running: Triathablogging with Sarah and Joe

Somehow, I've chosen my busiest week EVER to start a time-consuming blog contest. I've had lunch and dinner meetings for freelance work every day, and everyone at my "real" job seems to need my copywriting skills constantly. (How many new promotions can we possibly launch this week, people? Honestly!) On top of that, I've fit in a dentist appointment (I've got one next week, too—sweet!) and a visit to the bike shop to fix my oil-leaking Vespa.

Meanwhile, Elisa's been Craig's List-ing it up to sell her old bike (Kevin Bacon), scam a cheap bike rack from Amanda, buy a new bike (Flash) from someone whose official title seems to be The Bike Guy (sounds kinda sketchy to me, but apparently he's some kind of cycling savant with a veritable treasure trove of amazing bikes), all while saving her company from the brink of economic collapse (or something like that—I don't pretend to understand).

And Amanda, a.k.a. "the crazy one," will be staying ridiculously busy throughout the contest as she balances Starbucks (which I happen to know is a much more demanding job than you'd think, especially in Crestline—I'm talking to you, Venti Decaf with Two Pumps of Peppermint) with a full-time marketing job, multiple personal commitments, swimming, blogging, and Physical Challenges. I'm pretty sure this attempt is on par with the whole Michael Phelps eight billion medals thing, and she deserves them if she gets through the next few months.

I'd love to believe that this week has been unusual and things will slow down, but I know they probably won't. Luckily, the point of Triathablog is to prioritize fitness in the face of looming deadlines and leaky scooters.

So far, at least, it's working. For the past few days I've risen with the sun (which, okay, isn't that early anymore) to go running. And last night, in an effort to rack up points in my all-important goal of beating Elisa and Amanda, I started in on some Physical Challenges, filling out my running log and starting a weight-lifting program while watching the Vice Presidential debate and answering email (multitasking is the modern woman's most important skill set, or so I hear).

I've Google-searched my little heart out for a simple, all-around weight-lifting program for arms. I thought that would be easy, but everything looked complicated or just weird. (Like Iron Yoga which, despite its appealingly Birmingham-centric Vulcan connotations, seems to go against the basic principles of, well, yoga.)

Eventually, I found what seems to be a well-rounded series that's challenging but not impossible, and doesn't take too long. You can find it (and a handy printable version) at www.fitsugar.com/160815. I recommend trying it while catching a debate, or maybe the Sunday morning political shows. There's nothing like a little presidential trash talk to get you motivated.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

flip skills

Swimming is not something that I ever thought I would take seriously. I have always had what we might call an "unhealthy fear of swimsuits." When my physical therapist told me that I should swim to reduce impact on my knee (which was injured while training for a half marathon last year), I am pretty sure that the look I gave her said, "You realize this means swimsuits, and for this I hate you."

My fear was only confirmed when I joined the gym and saw that the pool is surrounded by glass on all sides. You can be seen in your swimsuit - just a couple of yards of fabric away from naked - from almost any point in the gym. Clearly, this was designed by a man.

My first attempt went a little something like this: go to the locker room, change into swimsuit, hurry past mirror so as to not see self in swimsuit, remove towel and shower quickly, put towel back on, walk to pool, walk past young male lifeguard, remove towel quickly and get in water so as to not show my nearly naked body to the pervs in the weight room, swim awkwardly for roughly twenty minutes, get out of pool and put on towel quickly, walk back past young male lifeguard and into the safety of the locker room. I had not felt so awkward since the presidential fitness test in sixth grade.

After a couple of months of doing this a few times a week, I have gotten used to the idea of eighty-five percent of my epidermis being exposed to the world, and have come to enjoy swimming. I look forward to it, even. Sick, but true.

Yesterday's swim, day one of the Triathablog challenge of which I will be triumphant, went well. After reading a couple of articles about technique and practicing for a while, I feel like I am starting to get an idea of what the freestyle is supposed to feel like. Who knew that there was so much technicality? Streamlining and kicking and stretching and twisting and breathing. There is a lot to remember. But that means that there is also much to be victorious in.

[Prepare for really lame trash talk]

Carrie and Elisa ... I hope you're ready for this. You're about to be left in my wake. Mmmwaahhhaa!

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Start your...cranks, running shoes and flippers....?

Day one and all I can think is "When on earth am I going to have time to ride for 30 minutes today?!" Not a great way to begin. I guess that is the point, to make time. To carve out a space to do something I love and, frankly need, to stay sane and healthy. With all the website talk and contest planning and rule making, it has been easy to get swept away in this before it even started. To forget that after it is all set up, I have to actually do it. Figure out a way to cycle 30 minutes, 4 times a week. My main goal in this project is to begin commuting to work via bike. 10 miles and many, many hills away. How to get started?

So, I am going to do the only thing I can think of right now. Bike to wherever I need to go. Tonight I have Community Group about 1.5 miles away. About 15 minutes there, 15 minutes home and Voila!, my 30 minutes. Plus not using any gas, putting miles on my car and enjoying the fall weather.

On days like today (my boss has been out for a while, the economy is wreaking havoc on business, lunch meeting, little sleep, achy head), it seems like sitting on the couch would be the best idea. If not for this project that is probably exactly what I would do. No more. Gone are the days of making excuses not to ride. Of driving because I just don't have the energy to climb on the seat and move a pedal. I know that riding will feel great; the crisp air, the feel of the road...not to mention the energy I'll have once I have ridden. The sense of accomplishment at knowing I have at least gotten in one day this week (thereby not letting Carrie and Amanda get a leg up on me!). Plus the eco-friendliness of not taking my car somewhere less than 5 miles away.

Do I want to sink onto the couch? yes. Am I going to? Nope.

Let's hope I can keep this feeling for 3 months.

And to Carrie and Amanda: Game ON.

Who are we?

Elisa:
I have been interested in cultural movements since going to my first music festival at age 4 and deciding I needed to learn to skateboard. Since then I have tried Ultimate Frisbee (too clumsy), skateboarding (what a disaster), snow skiing (wrong location)…any sort of sport with a community and a culture. Since buying a kickin’ cruiser in February, my love of cycling has taken off. Add in the fact that the movement seems to be exploding in Birmingham, gas prices are ridiculous and that my long, stick legs seem made for cycling and you have a budding biker. Since doing Cheap Women a year ago, a blog project seems the natural way to get started and make some lifestyle changes. My main goal is to begin to commute most places on my (soon to be named) bike, and using my car as a secondary form of transportation. I am also very, very interested in the cycling culture and being part of a community of like minded, awesome folks. Non-racing cycling seems to be a boy’s club, so finding my niche and getting some women involved is going to a major part of this project for me.
And meeting hot guys. Obviously


Amanda:
When I was asked to be a part of a fitness blog, my initial reaction was, “Wha? Me?” Fit is not a word that I use to describe myself, despite much effort to be so (two half-marathons, numerous 5k’s and 10k’s, endless hours at the gym). Maybe I don’t try hard enough, maybe its my addiction to candy. Who knows.


After a three-year love affair with running that ended with three nasty (and embarrassing) falls and an injury that just won’t quit, swimming was recommended to me by my physical therapist. Until this year, I hadn’t swum since I was a kid. Even then, it was more the, “Mom-watch-me-do-a-hand-stand-under-water” type of swimming than the, “I’m-going-to-kick-your-12-year-old-ass-in-this-freestyle-race” type of swimming. I mean, I only learned to swim with my face in the water this summer. Lame.


No matter how inexperienced I am or how much I hate wearing swimsuits, I really enjoy swimming and look forward to learning more about it through participation in Triathablog. Here’s to learning a new sport, having killer arms, and looking super awesome in a swim cap.

Carrie:


Maybe it was my childhood clumsiness (dinners during which I didn’t fall out of my chair were rare); maybe it had something to do with the polyester, tomato-red cullottes I was forced to wear for six years as a P.E. uniform—but I’ve never been what you’d call an athlete.

It wasn’t until after college, when I could no longer substitute Mountain Dew for sleep, that I cared about my health. Vegetarianism became a foundation for learning about the impact of food and environment on my health, and it’s important to me still.

I experimented with veganism and fasting and started to practice yoga, following instruction off an old cassette tape. Eventually, I got myself to yoga class, and I think that broke down a lot of my fears about being physically active.

There are so few obstacles to running—you don’t need gear, a gym, or even instruction. It costs very little, but it’s very effective. I’ve run off and on for years, but it’s only fairly recently that I realized it can actually be FUN.

My run is time purely for myself. I can listen to cheesy music or a presidential biography (I’m kind of an audiobook nerd). Sometimes, no matter how slow I’m running (make no mistake, I’m very slow), I feel like I’m flying.

About a month ago, a cocktail of unseasonable illness, a later sunrise, and an increased workload took me off the trail. But I miss it, and I’m looking forward to getting back.