Friday, 14 October 2011 11:04

Guest SPoT (SPouse of a Triathlete)

[caption id="attachment_4474" align="alignright" width="300" caption="On The Beach In Oceanside, California"]ironman_california_triathlon_703[/caption] Never one to sit idly around and always looking to bring information to my readers I was all over the idea of Guest SPoT when Karen emailed me one morning to tell me she wanted to write a blog post about being married to a triathlete.  From there my mind started racing and thinking of all the people on Twitter, Facebook and blogs that are married to or dating triathletes.  What do they go through? I know I cannot do any of this without the support of Karen.  Turning a dream into reality takes a lot of patience and understanding from those around you and I have that with Karen.  How easy or hard is it on her though?  I think about the fact that I am out there running, swimming or biking at all hours of the day and falling asleep around 8:30p during the week, but how does that impact her. In her own words this is how it impacts her.  I did not change a single word from her email to me and just copy and pasted it into here, so every word is hers. ==================== Its 2:45 am this morning and the alarm goes off.  I am the first to hear it. Being a mom, it appears I don't sleep much anymore and the slightest noise wakes me up. I wait for Jason to get out of bed and then settled back to sleep, and then a few minutes later the blender is going.  I am up again. As soon as its done, thankfully, I drift back to sleep, then shortly after that Jason heads out the door (door alarm beep) then he comes back in and so on.and I am wondering what is going on... ( I counted 4x worth of beeps - thats for EMZ).  Our normal morning the goodbyes are at 2:45 but some days like rest days I do see him before I leave for work. Some may think this odd not seeing each other in the morning but I have a routine in the morning with my son (who has stopped asking where his Jason is, but asks now if he is running or biking or swimming), and as long as my son is not having one of those days with attitude, we can get out the door without any issues. I get to work early and sit in the courtyard for a few minutes before work to just chill before the hectic day at work. Once the day is over, depending on my schedule - my time to run or bootcamp is after work.. which brings me home at 7:30 - and my son goes to bed at 8pm (if he is not at his Dad’s). 8pm- Jason and Karen time!  We hit the couch and determine what we are watching (me- NCIS, or NCIS or the Biggest Loser) (him-cooking shows, football, baseball, basketball, soccer, little league.. you get my point)  We sit next to each other holding hands and keeping warm under the cozy blanket, and depending on what we watch, within 4-4 1/2 minutes, Jason is asleep. I do not move him, as this our time, until I am ready for bed, and then he wakes up and turns sports back on and I pass out. [caption id="attachment_4477" align="alignright" width="224" caption="Just Before Heading Into Transition Prior to Toyota US Open Championships"]Toyota_US_Open_Championships_Triathlon[/caption] Weekends are not much different -depending on if my son is at his Dad’s or not.  Jason wakes up at the same time, and Saturday seems to be his shorter workout day- maybe 2-3 hours. I go to bootcamp while my mother spends quality time being told how to color or build legos with my son.  We eventually meet back up and have dinner together and family time, which mostly consists of one grown man, and one little man laughing at each others farts.. Sundays are my long run days. My favorite time- as I get to meet up with my friend and we bitch,  gossip and giggle for 6 miles and then after that - we stop talking and put on headphones, and I get to just run. Love that feeling.  I get out as soon as possible to beat the heat, (not much longer thankfully) and get home as soon as I can to spend the day with my son.  Jason and my son spend the morning together and then I come home and he does his long day of training, which seems to be about 4-5 hours (not including travel time).  Eventually he gets home, and it starts over again. This is my life. Some people would read this and wonder how we do this. Thankfully when I met Jason, I explained I am a very independent person and like my alone time, and of course once he developed this passion, things just fell into place. We have a good balanced schedule, in order to free me from mommy time, he picks up my son and takes over so I can get my workout in. I don't complain when he spends all day training and we don't get to see each other all day. Our vacations have been destination races, and I am just giddy when its race time. I have almost perfected my race day routine.  I have all my gear for the day, packed in a bag and I start the day with Jason and see him off into transition.  I move around the course and try to see as much as possible and take as many pictures as possible of Jason (and of course Andy Potts if he is there). I tend not to stay in the same location for a long time on the course but each time I stop, I end up meeting great people, and sharing stories. I have learned from experience to show up to the finish line as soon as I can to ensure I have a great shot of Jason, and can cheer the loudest so he can hear me and know I am behind him 100%. Each time I tear up when I see him cross because I know all the hard work he has put into this. Life is good for us.  Although we don't seem to spend ALL the time together, we make our time together count. At the end of the day, even though some days seem exhausting, we fall asleep holding hands. Would I change anything?  Not a chance. ==================== [caption id="attachment_4473" align="alignright" width="225" caption="After Completing 70.3 California"]ironman_california_oceanside[/caption] I have told anybody who would listen that I have the best wife in the world and her support of my passion proves it.  She never tells me no when it comes to triathlon.  Wanna start a team?  Go for it.  Wanna race two IMs in one year?  Go for it. I love you Karen.

Are you a SPoT or would your SPoT like to write a post?  I'd like to make this a continuing feature as it will help those thinking about entering this world get their significant other on board.

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Tuesday, 01 February 2011 08:00

Blood, Sweat and Tears

We have all heard this phrase before but what exactly does it mean.  For each individual it is going to mean something different.  The same way that being competitive means something different to each person.  There is no one definition and I think that we can say the same for a lot of items in life as well as endurance sports. When you train or race you put everything you have into it.  You will push yourself to a level you never thought existed.  Think about a time when you raced a 5k, 15k, half-marathon, marathon or triathlon.  At some point in that race you experienced a point that your mind told you to quit. You persevere and you get to the finish line.  You reflect on the race and think about what could have been done to get through that point where the mind said to quit.  You poured your blood, sweat and tears into that race and you will do it again.  Why?  Because the satisfaction on knowing that you stared your mind down and won.  The knowledge that nothing is impossible.  The sheer emotion of pumping your arms and the elation of jumping up and down when the race is over.  It doesn't matter how hard it was.  It doesn't matter that you almost didn't make it.....what matters is that you DID make it.  That you beat the course and in the process made yourself better as well as those around you. We don't always take stock of those around us when we are training or racing but rest assured there is always somebody watching.  Somebody sizing you up or somebody gaining knowledge.  Somebody getting inspired and motivated to push themselves and have them pour their own blood, sweat and tears into the process and the outcome.  Don't take anything for granted.  Don't EVER feel like it can't be done.  Others are counting on you to spill that tear of blood, that tear of sweat and that tear of emotion. I can't think of anything better than the accomplishment of hitting a goal.  It doesn't have to be endurance sport related either.  You have a big project at work and you hit the deadline despite all the questions you had about getting it done.  The best part of endurance sports is that we learn that what we put into it we will get out of it and we can then apply that to life. You pour your heart and soul into your training for that race day.  Sometimes you clean up and sometimes the course wins.  You may walk away disappointed that you didn't get that time or that you didn't qualify but in the grand scheme of things you poured your blood, sweat and tears into it and there is nothing better than knowing that. Life is hard and sports is a microchosim of that.  You learn that you can tackle even the hardest of projects or training sessions.  You go through the ringer and come out the other side a little battered and bruised with some blood but you come out.  That is the important part.  You finished what you started. There are no shortcuts to success.  It is done through hard work and determination.  It is done on the notion that nothing is guaranteed so take advantage of it TODAY and not tomorrow.  It is done through all the adversity.  No matter how you do it....well JUST DO IT! You can rest tomorrow.  You can relax tomorrow but you know you will not.  You know when the alarm goes off you will wake up and go at it again because that is what you do.  You shed blood, drip sweat and pour tears into your lifestyle.  Embrace it and let the world know that you just did something no matter what that something is.
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