A New Year

Before I move on to 2008, thank you to my friends and family for making 2007 a memorable year. I feel so fortunate to have such a loving family, supportive and wonderful friends and quite simply amazing people in my life. You know who you are. I try to tell you often how much you all mean to me... please know how important you are and how thankful I am.

As for 2008, I have been spending a lot of time thinking about what I want to accomplish in the next year, both personally and professionally.

I am a goal oriented person and to better myself I always set a few goals, lofty and otherwise, for a New Year.

A few of my goals for 2008:

My "biggest" goal for 2008 is to complete my first Ironman distance triathlon -- Ironman Coeur D'Alene. Beyond simply completing the race, I would like to finish this race in under 14 hours. It is going to take a huge commitment of time and perseverance to reach, and will likely put a damper on my social life, which I do not look forward to. However, my time goal is something I will strive for.

I feel as though professionally I have been on a very good track for the past few years with the exception of the past few weeks. I hit the normal end of the year burnout, which has been remedied by an amazing week and a half of fun-filled adventures. I will continue to strive for partnership in my firm, and am hopeful that my clients continue to praise the work I do for them. I still feel as though I am in my dream job, which I know is extremely rare for many in the legal profession.

I strive to be a better daughter, sister, aunt, girlfriend, and friend to my family and friends. Those who know me and whom I love know I will do anything for them. That being said, I want to do more and let those know who thankful I am that they are in my life. Additionally, over the past year I have made a real effort to put my needs and wants in the forefront (something that has been neglected in the past) and I hope to continue in these efforts in 2008.

While I have many other goals for 2008, some are better left kept to myself.

I wish everyone health and every happiness in 2008. Happy New Year!

Northern California Christmas

This photo sums up my second Christmas celebration.

I cannot remember a better Christmas, ever. I not only spent the holiday with my family, which was fabulous, but also with Chris and his family, which made it all the more perfect.

Southern California Christmas

After arriving in Southern California to celebrate the holiday with my family, I met my best friend from high school in Orange County for a little last minute shopping.

I love seeing Cheryl because no matter now much or how little time has passed since we last saw one another, we start right back up where we left off and it's like no time has passed. We communicate without saying anything and share everything. It's always fun.

We ran around like crazy for a few jam-packed hours of shopping, food and catching up before I headed south to see the family.

My parents and my brother-in-law's parents and brother all descended upon San Diego as well. As my sister already had a houseful of guests, my sister's brother-in-law and I opted to share a hotel room. Little did I know that such arrangements were going to result in a training-camp-like atmosphere!

I awoke, on vacation, to an alarm, yet I had not set an alarm! When I turned over to see what time it was I discovered that my roommate had set the alarm for the vacation-un-approved 5 am hour!!! He informed me we were going to the gym.

Needless to say my little vacation was filled with quality time with the family and provided an opportunity to get back in the gym, both long overdue. My mom and I had a particularly fun afternoon when we discovered hot air balloons taking off in the area. We both like to take pictures and a crazy car chase ensued in search of the perfect photo.

I managed to squeeze one long run in while in San Diego, and it was a tough one. My sister lives in a very hilly suburb of San Diego and my run involved a 3 mile run (or rather a very slow jog) up a mountain followed by a super-fast 3 mile descent back down to the house. I found the run entertaining, as I could feel the sun burning my skin -- not something I normally equate with December and Christmas.

We enjoyed a wonderful Christmas Eve dinner together as an extended family complete with an apple pie that didn't have to travel this time and was therefore consumed while the pie was in one piece.

My holiday in San Diego ended rather early on Christmas Day with a mad dash for a noonish flight out of Long Beach. While I know my family was disappointed that I was leaving early and I was sad to leave in the middle of the festivities, I love traveling on Christmas. The airports are empty and travel is a breeze. After a 14+ hour adventure one year to get from Seattle to Northern California, avoidance of heavily traveled days is a top priority.

I arrived in the Bay Area with heavy bags full of treats, a camera full of family photos and a tummy full of home baked treats. Upon my arrival I was greeted at the airport by a driver who gathered me and my luggage and headed north to the wine country for a unexpected Christmas adventure.

Vacation!

My holiday vacation starts this afternoon at approximately 5 pm and I cannot wait!

We have been so busy at work that even my "off" time is consumed with work (or the stress of thinking about everything I need to do). My clients seem to have already departed for vacation, which has allowed me to catch up a bit. Thank goodness!

While my family typically celebrates the holiday up in the "Great White North," most of my family is headed down to the San Diego area for Christmas, as my sister is pregnant and is consequently not flying. It's the first time my parents have not celebrated Christmas in Washington State, EVER, so it should be interesting to say the least.

I spent my Christmas holiday with my sister and family last year as well, and had a wonderful, incredibly relaxing time. We spent Christmas day on the beach, eating cookies (well, my niece ate sand). While I don't think that will happen this year, as all the parents will be there, I am very much looking forward to seeing my family and catching up on some badly needed sleep.

Happy holidays!

Frozen Solid

Oh my goodness... I have NEVER been as cold cycling as I was today.

Looking for a bit of a change in scenery, we headed out to the Silverado Trail in Napa.

Apparently I think that I live in Southern California, as I headed out without really thinking about the fact that I might need to wear some more layers than usual. I will NEVER do that again.

I warned Christopher... I will be in the shop this week looking for some winter wear. I am glad this happened now, as if I had discovered that I was not properly attired during "The Ride" next month, I would have been in some serious trouble!

Turkey Whisperer

Dian is a turkey whisperer. If you think I am kidding, I am not.

Dian, Paul and I met at China Camp State Park for our long run this week. It was another gorgeous day in the Bay Area, but it was freezing - literally. The puddles in the trail were frozen.

The first twenty minutes of the run consisted of:

"Oh my gosh! It is FREEZING!"
"My legs aren't warming up!"
"My hands are frozen!"
"Buurrr!"

(Mom, I know you are laughing. It's nothing compared to up there.)

Once we warmed up a bit, it was a perfect run. We ran together for the most part, which is always fun as our conversations never cease to entertain me.

While on the return, after a run-in with a deer that chased Paul, we stumbled upon wild turkeys on the trail. Dian started making turkey-esque noises at them and they responded with resounding gobbling. My first thought was how funny (thinking it was just random timing). She did it again and again they responded. This happened at least six times.

Those trail runs... I love them. Where else can you discover that your friend can talk to turkeys?

Guru Cyclocross

For our long ride this week, me, Paul, Dian, Jen, Christopher, and one of Christopher's clients, Mike, set out for a ride from Christopher's shop, PK Cycling, and headed towards Nicasio.

While a bit chilly, it was SUCH a beautiful day to be out on the road. It was so nice to have Dian back and to have the opportunity to catch up in person! I missed her terribly.

On the way back from Nicasio, Christopher asked us if we were feeling adventurous. What?

We made our way along the bike path through the Samuel P. Taylor State Park. The adventure portion of the ride set in when the paved portion of the path ended and we continued for a few miles on an unpaved trail. It was muddy and fun. I felt like I was ten again.

The ride was incredibly social, and so much fun that we decided to do it again next weekend. Can't wait.

California International Marathon

While I was not able to participate in CIM this year, I wasn't going to miss watching Chris participate in his first marathon.

The morning started early and it was COLD. I felt bad dropping Chris off at the start because of how cold it was. But, he had socks on his hands and was ready to go, so he set off.

I had planned on meeting Chris at mile 10, at the half-way-point, at mile 20, and obviously at the finish line. I have never SAG-ed a marathoner before and found it incredibly stressful. I set out an hour and twenty minutes before he was due at the 10 mile mark and missed him. And then I missed him again at the half marathon mark, by about a minute.

It was so difficult to maneuver around, with everyone trying to get to the same places at the same time, while trying to avoid the marathon route and the road closures. Parking was a nightmare. I was so worried that Chris needed something and that I was letting him down. I did, however, see a GGTC teammate at the half marathon mark who was in need of some water, so at least I helped someone.

I finally caught up with Chris at mile 20. While I only got to cheer him on for a fleeting moment as he ran past, it was fun to see him.

I tore off the second Chris passed by at mile 20 to try to make my way down to the finish line before he arrived. (So stressful!)

I was standing at the final turn before the finish line when Chris ran by. While he didn't see me, it was amazing to watch him spot the finish line and visibly light up with the joy of his accomplishment. I was so proud of him.

Watching the soreness set in afterwards made me incredibly nervous for my marathon. I have a LOT of work to do, and it starts this week.

Woodside Trail Run

Paul and Dian talked me into signing up for a 17K trail run down in Woodside when I got the no-go from my coach for CIM. While I have done some trail running in the past, I had never done an organized trail run before. The thought of this run scared me to death, however, because running is a challenge for me BEFORE you add hills. I have one pace and it's just not fast.

The night before the race I was a bit nervous about the run, but the morning of I awoke very excited about it. Dian has been sick (she is finally on the mend, thank goodness, because I miss her terribly!), so it was just me and Paul. I love love love hanging out with Paul, so it was a lot of fun to do this event with him. Paul entertains me to no end. I am so thankful that Paul and Dian have come into my life, as they have become such dear friends.

I knew how amazing Pacific Coast Trail Runs events' are from volunteering for the Headland's 100 earlier this year, and this event was no exception. As we arrived, I saw a few familiar faces, including my aid station partner from the Headland's 100.

The moment my feet hit the trail I knew I had discovered a new passion. I LOVED the event. I could have done the course again when I crossed the finish line. It was a beautiful run and I enjoyed every moment of it. The people who participated in the event were incredibly kind and very fun to run with. I told Paul when I crossed the finish line that we had to do more of these events! I find myself looking forward to my next trail run, however, hope that I don't have a run in with wasps like Paul did. Poor Paul got stung multiple times.

Trail Run at Annadel

I was supposed to participate in an "epic" mountain bike ride today, however, when I went to pick up my mountain bike yesterday, it wasn't yet repaired from my last crash. My bike has been in the shop for over two months! I took this as a sign that I was not supposed to ride, and instead opted to go for a trail run up at Annadel while the boys when mountain biking. (The fact that Dian wasn't going also helped with my decision to opt out.)

While I was bummed to not be riding, I had a wonderful run. The hills used to kill me and while they still hurt, they aren't quite as painful, which just excites me to no end. I feel like my fitness is coming back, slowly, after the staph infection.

I set out for a 2:10 run, but ended up running 2:42. While tired, I felt great when the run was over... something I needed today.

The guys clearly had a great ride, as I could hear them laughing as they made their way back.

Poor Jake filled in for me today as the friend of the rocks and took a little spill on the way back in. Jake looks like he was in a bar fight... I hope has some fun with that one.

Quad Dipsea

Today was my friend Rick's last race of his 2007 ultra season -- the Quad Dipsea.

I ran by the start of the race on the way to my relatively short "long ride" of the weekend. It was so fun to see Rick and his ultra friends in action, even if just for a moment.

Rick, congratulations on a spectacular season.

Thanksgiving No. 2

Paul and Dian hosted Thanksgiving this year. I had been looking forward to it since they invited me many months ago. Paul is a fabulous cook and an evening at the Quinn's is always a treat.

My Thanksgiving Day began with what was supposed to be the 6 mile Ocean Beach Turkey Trot with Chris. However, due to the oil spill a few weeks ago in the Bay, the Ocean Beach Turkey Trot turned into a 5K Turkey Trot in Golden Gate Park. The race was still fun and I am glad I went. Many of the runners were in rather entertaining costumes.

The moment I got home from the Turkey Trot I started baking. Paul and Dian know how much I like to bake so I was in charge of the dessert course for the Thanksgiving celebration. Baking all day was fun, and something I have not had the opportunity to do in quite a long while. While baking, I had some humorous moments over the telephone with my mother and my sister about a family cheesecake recipe.

Baking was frenzied, as I wasn't quite sure I could get everything done before it was time to depart for dinner. Alas, the worry was for naught.

Paul had requested a latticed-topped apple pie which turned out PERFECT. That is, until it imploded in the car on the way over. OK, it didn't implode, but it did manage to slide off a baking sheet and spill all over another dessert and all over the car. I was so mortified that all I could do was laugh.

Paul and Dian have great friends, which made for a joyous evening. The food was fabulous, the wine was perfect and the company was wonderful. Paul and Dian, thank you! I can't wait for our next get together.

Thanksgiving No. 1

Last year I flew home to see my family the weekend before Thanksgiving, and we ended up celebrated the Thanksgiving holiday a bit early since I was home. That early celebration worked so well last year (I loved avoiding the holiday travel!) that I decided to do it again this year. (It also coincides nicely with my father's birthday.)

Time with the family is wonderful on so many levels -- being able to catch up in person, my mother's home cooking, visiting my childhood haunts and favorite locales, running on one of my all time favorite routes, etc.

I also get to hibernate in "the dungeon."

My parents moved from the home in which they raised their children a few years ago into a home with a basement. (We didn't have a basement growing up.) The guest rooms in this house are located in the basement.

Every time I sleep in "my" guest room I awake having NO IDEA what time it is. It's literally like time stops when I am sleeping in that room, because it is so quiet and there is one teeny tiny little window which lets in no light -- hence, "the dungeon." I love it. I will never forget the time I had the luxury of not having to wake up for anything the following day and was horrified to discover I had slept for 15 hours.

This trip home proved to be no exception.

The day before I flew to Seattle I had been down in San Diego for work and was able to sneak in a quick visit with my sister and her family. I hadn't seen my niece in almost a year, so it was so much fun to see how much she has grown. That child is going to win a Nobel Prize someday, as she is smart as a whip. I can't wait to meet my nephew who is due to join the world in a few months.

It was fun to arrive in Seattle having just seen my sister and her family, as my camera was full of photos I could share with the rest of the family.

Friday I visited my brother at work and was able to say hello to many, many people I had not seen in years and years. I almost died when I walked into the office looking for my brother and all of a sudden this man with a gray afro popped up from behind a wall... my brother. Me: "What is up with your hair?!?!" Everyone laughed.

Saturday I had a two hour run, which was cut a bit short due to some serious rain. I love running in the rain and enjoyed the first hour of the relatively light rain, but about 1:30 into the run it started to downpour. I decided to abort my planned route and headed back towards the house, as my hands were frozen solid. It was so much fun, however, even in the rain, to run my 'usual' course and to realize that what used to be a really long run for me was now too short!

The weekend was fun, as was the first of my Thanksgiving celebrations. (I get to celebrate again on the actual holiday with friends at an "Orphan Thanksgiving." Can't wait!)

Last year at Thanksgiving dinner my niece discovered chocolate turkeys. There is a priceless photo from that dinner of my niece covered in chocolate after having consumed a chocolate turkey. This year she was onto the fact that as soon as everyone had finished their meal that she could have a chocolate turkey. I have never seen a child watch people eat so attentively, waiting for everyone to finish. She managed to not get quite as much chocolate on her face this year.

I am always sad when it is time to head home, but this year the sadness is mitigated by the fact that I will see most of my family for the Christmas holiday down in San Diego in just over a month. That fact made heading home a little bit easier.

Inspiration

Friend and fellow GGTCer Rick Gaston inspires me.

Rick is an ultra-marathoner who enjoys participating in 100 mile races. Yes, 100 miles, on foot, running, all at once. (I know! I think he's crazy too.)

When I think of my upcoming marathon and the fact that 26.2 miles seems like a long way, I think of Rick. Then it doesn't seem quite so far.

Bobke

I love watching the Tour de France coverage each July, mostly because I find Bob Roll so amusing.

Last year I had the opportunity to meet Eddy Merckx through a Z Team charity ride, and this year they brought out Bob Roll. I wasn't going to miss the opportunity to meet the legend.

The 45-mile ride set out from Woodland's Market in Kentfield. I was a bit nervous before the ride, as last year I was dropped about three minutes into the ride. I had a feeling that this year I would be dropped yet again (partly due to the sheer speed of the Z Team and partly due to over-indulging in some fabulous wine the evening before).

As we grouped together to start the ride I heard Bob Roll's voice and turned to face a man with an incredibly scruffy beard. Where was the voice coming from? It took me a moment to realize that Bob's voice was coming from the bearded man! Someone asked Bob if Al Trautwig would support the beard on-camera. He laughed and replied, "No."

I LOVE RIDING WITH A POLICE ESCORT. In a sport where I often fear that vehicles are going to run me off the road, it is such a different experience to ride with a police escort. To near an intersection and know that you can just roll through it, even if the light is red, because a police officer has closed it for you is so much fun. I wish I had an escort all the time! Ha!

This year Z Team took extra efforts to keep the pace a bit more conversational than last year. While I was riding along through Fairfax I found myself next to the legendary Bobke. What a nice man! We chatted for a few minutes about life and cycling. I knew Bob was from the Bay Area and we talked about cycling in the area. He also told me about his family home, built by his grandfather back in the 30's, and the fact that he was staying there this weekend.

I managed to stay with the peleton for about forty minutes this year before I got dropped. I knew it was coming. The group started riding faster and faster and faster. This year I was prepared and had researched where I could cut a few miles off the ride and still finish with a little dignity. I must admit that for once I was glad I was dropped, as I met a wonderful couple who own a bike shop in San Rafael. We rode in together and even managed to beat the peleton back in by a few minutes. I laughed when some of the Z Team members thought that we had rode in ahead of them! HA HA! Not.

FUN DAY. I met some great people and enjoyed the ride. I can't wait to see who the Z Team brings out next year.

CT Scan

My conversation with the Radiologist who conducted my CT Scan was a classic:

"What did you do to your elbow?"
"I broke it."
"How?"
"I fell mountain biking"
"What happened?"
"Well, I went around a rock, and then found myself on the ground, twice."
"Twice?"
"After I fell the first time I got up, set off, and immediately crashed again."
"You must have been pretty tired."
"It was a rough weekend."
"Why?"
"Well, I was pretty sure I had completely ruined a relationship with someone close to me and was not exactly focused on the trail. I think that's why I crashed."
"Oh! Was it worth it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Is the relationship ruined?"
(Smiling) "No."
(Smiling back) "Sweet."

I have an appointment with my orthopedic surgeon next Tuesday. I am not sure I want to know what he has to say...

Olecranon Fracture

Olecranon Fracture: An olecranon fracture is an injury to the most prominent bone of the elbow. People may call the olecranon the ‘funny bone.' The bone is actually the end of the ulna, one of the two forearm bones, and it is the attachment of the powerful triceps muscle of the arm. The triceps is the muscle that straightens the elbow, and olecranon fractures can impair a patient's ability to straighten the elbow joint.

Treatment: Treatment of an olecranon fracture depends on the amount of displacement of the fracture fragments and the function of the triceps muscle.

If the fracture is non-displaced, or minimally displaced, and the triceps muscle is able to extend the elbow, then surgery may not be necessary. In these cases, protected motion and time will generally heal the fracture. Otherwise, surgery of olecranon fractures is the usual treatment.

When is surgery necessary for an olecranon fracture?: When the bone fragments are out of position, or if the triceps muscle is detached, then surgery is usually necessary for treatment of an olecranon fracture. There are several ways to fix an olecranon fracture. An incision is made over the back of the elbow joint, and the bone fragments are repositioned into the proper location. Some combination of pins, wires, and/or screws may be used to secure the bone fragments in the proper position.

... So, apparently I have a habit of breaking bones and not realizing it.

The first time was during the San Francisco Half Marathon in 2005. At around mile 11 my right shin started hurting pretty badly. I chalked it up to shin splints -- something I had battled with from time to time. I finished the race (I was not happy at the finish line) and took about four months off from running.

I found out about six months after that race that I had fractured my shin in two places.

Today I discovered that I broke my elbow when I crashed on my mountain bike back in August.

At the time I thought I had sprained or strained it, and after a few weeks it felt much better. However, a dull pain has remained and I noticed last week that I am not operating with a full range of motion in my right arm (I can't straighten it), so I made an appointment with my orthopedic surgeon.

They took x-rays of my elbow, which I was looking at as the doctor came back into the examination room to review them. They looked fine to me! NOT.

My doctor informed me that I had fractured the olecranon bone in my right arm. He also pointed out on the x-ray what looked like bone chips floating around. GREAT. Finally, he stated that I should have had surgery to repair it at the time I fell. I don't understand how I could have broken my elbow and not known it, but that is a moot issue at this point.

Concerned about developing arthritis, my doctor ordered a CT Scan, which I have scheduled for tomorrow.

If I have to have surgery... well, I think my coach might fire me.

GGTC Elections

I have had such a wonderful experience with the Golden Gate Triathlon Club and the amazing people that I have met through various training groups within the club that I decided it was time for me to give back -- to thank those who have volunteered their time to make it wonderful for me.

Accordingly, after multiple requests from current Board members, I decided to run for a position on the 2008 Board. While originally nominated for another position, after being lobbied by members of the current Board, I decided to run for Director of Social. There was a belief that due to my 'outgoing nature' that I would be a perfect fit for the position. (I find this so funny, as I still think of myself as being somewhat shy!)

So, my fellow members of GGTC, please come out and vote on November 12th! Ashli's running for Design and Rick is running for President! I can't think of two better people to serve on the Board with.

Off Season Training

The triathlon off-season is proving to be just as much fun as the race season, and a whole lot less work! (Not that I am complaining, as I love the training.)

This weekend was a busy one with light training and not one, but two (!) social outings with my training mates.

Chris had a gathering at his home of his friends and teammates. It was a lot of fun to meet Chris' friends and to match names with faces and connect stories with those involved. It was also nice to catch up with Chris' friend Will, a fellow Washingtonian, who is sadly returning to Washington State this winter.

It was also fun to see Jake outside of training events and to rally with him for his race. All night long I kept thinking that Jake looked different and today I figured out what it was -- I don't think I have ever seen Jake clean shaven and in non-workout clothing. It's funny that you can know someone for as long as we have known one another and not see them outside of training. But, then again, our training is such a big part of our lives.

Sunday morning while Jake was running, Paul, Di, Chris and I headed out for a relatively short "long" bike ride. We were to put in 2.5 hours on the bike and set out for a double loop around Paradise Drive. It was a pleasure to have Chris with us, as I did not expect that he would be able to join us.

I always enjoy our rides -- they are leisurely, social and very fun. And, today was the first Paradise experience on the Guru. Oh my goodness... all I want to do is go downhill on it! It FLIES. I think it's the Zipps. Now I want race wheels for my tri bike. Well, let me re-phrase; now I REALLY want race wheels for my tri bike. I have wanted them for a while, but now it's an obsession. Paul, again, I blame you.

The weekend was rounded out with one of Paul's culinary adventures.

I was so happy to discover when I met the Quinn's that I found two friends who enjoy food as much as I do. We often bond over food and Paul is the master restaurant selector.

Paul and Dian invited Chris and I to share in an evening with them and their friends at a local favorite in Daly City -- Koi Palace. Paul is in the KNOW for where to dine for authentic meals, and this was no exception. The moment we walked in I knew this is where the locals dined.

The meal was highly entertaining -- adventures with the Quinn’s always are. Paul usually orders and I love waiting to see what surprises await us. Tonight’s adventure -- jellyfish. I had never before eaten jellyfish (it's very chewy). The dessert course consisted of fruit and tea flavored gelatinous bite-sized "treats." I burst into laughter watching everyone's expressions as they sampled the treats.

This weekend I discovered that both Chris and the Quinn’s have fabulous friends. I think I am lucky to be one of them.

US Half Marathon

Jake is running in the US Half tomorrow.

Jake, GOOD LUCK! I hope it's a great race and that you meet your goals for the event. (I am sure this will happen.)

We will be keeping an eye out for you on the bridge as we head north for our ride... don't be surprised if you hear people screaming.

Lake Natoma Four Bridges Half Marathon

The Lake Natoma Four Bridges Half Marathon was my first half marathon, three years ago. It remains my favorite half, likely because my first time out still remains my fastest half to date.

As I thought I was doing CIM this year (I am not, as my coach said no-go due to the unexpected staph-induced break in training), I signed up for LN4B with the intent of using the race as part of my CIM training. As my marathon plans have been deferred until February, I decided to still participate, but to treat the day as a long training run.

Paul, Dian and I headed to Folsom on Saturday for race packet pick-up. Our road trip over was so much fun. I hadn't seen Paul and Di in a few weeks and it was nice to catch up in person.

The moment we pulled into registration and saw people walking out Dian and I let out a groan. The race shirts were hideous. They looked like pumpkins -- orange and black. Not attractive.

After an entertaining dinner at Bandera (can you say Perrier?), a local hot spot I had frequented in graduate school, we headed back to the hotel to turn in early in preparation for the race. I didn't realize how tired and worn down I was until I fell asleep just after 8 pm. SO SAD. A good night's sleep and a surprise visitor to cheer us on made for a perfect pre-race evening.

I learned an important lesson during the race today. While I am fit and have a strong aerobic base -- a base that allows me to participate in longer distance events with little training -- without discipline-specific training I will not excel. I had wanted to post a PR at this event. I knew that was not possible due to the unexpected break in my training, however I irrationally held out hope that I would still post a somewhat respectable time. That was not the case. I posted a faster time in a half in which I fractured my leg in two places at mile 11.

While I realized that I have a lot of work to do over the next few months, the day was also motivational. These types of revelations are what make me excel.

Homecoming

Elisa FINALLY came home. She's been traveling for work and has not been home in five weeks.

In honor of her homecoming, we planned a little outing to catch up and opted to do so at a Halloween party with fellow GGTCer and friend Kristen Stanton.

Elisa and I were laughing from the get-go. Before we even arrived we both were itching to NOT go and discussed the fact that we would rather enjoy the evening dressed like freaks in a sushi restaurant. When did we get so old?

We rallied, as we were meeting Kristen, however, we did not last long. "I'm ready to go." We were home by 10:30. While the party was a bust, it was great to see Kristen and to catch up with Elisa. Elisa, I can't wait until you are back for good!

Mud Run

Chris and I signed up for the Camp Pendleton Armed Services YMCA 10K Mud Run this past spring. The Pendleton Mud Run events sell out quickly each year and we both were really excited about the event.

I asked my doctor if I could participate.

"No."

"But, I feel fine and my wound is almost all healed."

"As you just said, 'almost' healed. You will not swim and run in mud until it is completely healed. Jennie, it's a STAPH INFECTION."

Bummer.

After having watched the race this year, I can't wait to do it next year. However, I can tell you now that I will not beat 'my' time from this year. I came in second in my age group! NOT. That is something will not likely EVER happen. At least not in a running event. (Actually, I shouldn't say that. I hope it does happen, as I want it to happen.)

Officially, Chris and I both finished at 51:57. Ha! Since I couldn't race, and the event was sold out, Chris' friends Chatom ran wearing my number. Chris and Chatom were FAST.

I knew it was going to be a fun event to watch when we discovered as we were waiting for the start that it was best to have your shoes or boots wrapped in duct tape to hold the laces down and to try to keep the mud out. They had duct tape stations!

I watched Chris and Chatom as they took off at the start and then waited for them at the final "mud pit" just before the finish line. The mud pit was a 30-foot long muddy hole the runners had to crawl through. The leaders came through and I knew Chris and Chatom wouldn't be too far behind, and they were not.

Chris finished FIRST in his age group. He continues to amaze me and is so much fun to watch race. This was his first first place age group finish, but I know there will be many, many more. Chris, congratulations! You inspire me to trainer harder and to be faster.

I look forward to doing a mud event, somewhere, next year. Consider this an advance warning... I see a team mud event in the future.

The wait is over

Paul sent me an email this week: "I was just talking to Christopher on the phone and while we were talking a box arrived from Guru."

I immediately replied: "Was it my bike?"

No reply. (Paul had gone missing! I found out later he had gone into a meeting. How dare he leave me hanging to work? Ha!)

I couldn't take the silence and emailed Christopher. The title of my email was something to the effect of: “I apologize for harassing you.” I mentioned that Paul had said a bike had arrived from Guru. Christopher quickly confirmed that the box did indeed contain my bike. I screamed. My assistant laughed.

I don't think I can ride slowly on this bike... too embarrassing when your name is on it.

Resolution of Ridiculousness

Back in August one of my dear training mates was issued a citation for running a "red" light on his bike when he proceeded through an intersection on a yellow light. I was not happy.

Today the tables were turned. Now the citing officer is not happy.

We went to court today, after some fine cross-examination of the citing officer by the alleged defendant and subsequent witness testimony, the matter was dismissed. It took every ounce of decorum to not leap with joy when the judge announced his verdict. I managed to wait until we were in the elevator.

My favorite moment of the day: After the "trial," a Novato police officer who had appeared on another matter followed us out of the courtroom to congratulate us. He said, "I know what you two like to do for fun (cycling), but as soon as you started talking I knew what you did for a living."

Sausalito and Back

I have a tradition of running to Sausalito and back two weeks before a half marathon. The run is a 12-mile loop that I used to run with my old running partner.

I had been planning on running the Four Bridges Half Marathon at the end of the month, but was sure that race was out of the picture due to the events of the last few weeks. However, after yesterday's long ride I knew that if I could do my traditional long run today that all would be fine and that Four Bridges was not lost.

It is not lost.

As I am somewhat rational (I recognize that this is debatable), I have decided it probably not best to pursue a PR for a half during this race (which was my original goal). Regardless, I know it will be a fun day with Paul and Dian and a great training day. I cannot wait.

Chris, congratulations on the San Jose Half! You continue to amaze me. I love watching you succeed and can't wait to see you achieve all of your goals, training and otherwise.

Back in the Saddle

I awoke tired after staying out way too late celebrating Ashli and Lewy's birthdays, but leapt out of bed because I was SO EXCITED to get back out on my bike.

I am alive. I appear to have survived the staph infection, which is healing up nicely.

My doctors cleared me to start training again this week and Paul, Dian and I set out for a leisurely heart rate-restricted ride north up into Marin. It was so much fun to catch up with Paul and Di, and to see Paul's new road bike in action.

We opted not to ride Paradise today and headed north into the unknown. As we made our way through Greenbrea we turned onto Via de Cumbre, which for purposes of today meant Via de SUPER STEEP HILL. I am sure I was driving poor Paul and Di crazy. I couldn't stop saying Via de Cumbre for the rest of the ride. We spent a good portion of the ride hoping that our coach and his girlfriend were having a great race at the Ironman Championship and discussing who we wanted to win.

We stopped at one our local post-ride favorites, Fish, on the way home and then battled back to the City and up the Sausalito hill with full bellies.

I had been worried that taking so much time off was going to be detrimental. However, today I felt powerful and well rested, which made me happy. Let's see if I feel the same way after a long run.

Celebration of Friends

Happy Birthday Ashli!

Wishing you a fabulous year full of joy and success!

I cannot wait to watch you fulfill your dreams. It is an inspiration.

Happy Birthday Lewy!

I cannot wait to celebrate it together, properly.

I have a feeling that this year is going to be amazing, and I hope that we can spend more of it together. Lewis, you know how I feel about you, and I wish you every happiness.

Winter Found?

Last Friday I was sure my winter running plans -- the Pendleton Mud Run, 4 Bridges Half Marathon and CIM -- were over. My doctor informed me that my staph infection was not healing as quickly as he would have hoped and it appeared I needed to have surgery. I was so sad. Chris was with me and I tried not to cry, but the tears came anyway.

My doctor referred me to two plastic surgeons and I was able to get in to see one of them later that afternoon. Dian took me to the appointment and we were both in shock when what we thought was a consultation turned into minor surgery. Dian, bless her heart, in an effort to distract me while the surgeon further cut open my abscess to allow it to heal, engaged me in random conversations, including a lengthy discussion of what we were going to have for dessert that night, as Dian had invited me to join her, Paul and Paul's parents (who were in town visiting for the weekend) for dinner that evening. The surgeon was optimistic that allowing the infection to drain would allow it to heal without any additional surgery. Finally, some good news, but I didn't want to get my hopes up, as this prognosis was so contrary to what I had been told earlier in the day.

But, a weekend of kindness from my friends -- dinner at NOPA, a movie date, a home cooked family meal, Miette cupcakes and ice cream, Iron Chef, alfajores, brunch at the Dipsea, a TJ's shopping adventure, my favorite dry-farmed tomatoes, and twice daily visits to assist with wound issues -- as well as calls, emails and texts from family and friends (including my coach), provided me some joy and distraction after a horrific week in bed. On Sunday I realized that I was starting to feel better. A little retail therapy helped as well.

I am happy to report that all the thoughts and prayers were heard and appear to have been successful! I met with two plastic surgeons today that both confirmed that I am healing quickly -- more quickly than expected! Better yet, I should be able to start training again in about a week! I cannot describe how happy I am. While I will not be able to participate in the Mud Run at Pendleton, 4 Bridges (albeit at a slower pace) seems probable, and CIM does not appear to be lost after all.

THANK YOU ALL. Your kindness will not be forgotten.

Staph Haze

One benefit of being home, ill, and bored to tears... being able to enjoy hours and hours of Blue Angels practice from your bedroom window and rooftop!

Namaste

"The spirit in me recognizes the spirit in you and smiles."

Challenges in life reveal certain things...

Injury has revealed just how amazing my friends and family are and how fortunate I am.

Phone calls, flowers, ice cream, rides to doctor’s appointments, hugs, daily visits, text messages, visits in emergency rooms, emails, shopping trips, Top Chef, prescription pick-ups, books to read, coordination of all of the above...

It is nearly impossible to sink into sadness with the thought that your entire winter of training is slipping away when you feel as loved and supported as I have felt this week. Thank you all.

Tinley

Two words about Scott Tinley's Adventures Olympic distance road triathlon - Mini Wildflower.

I spent the entire event comparing each element of the race to Wildflower. Everything about the Lopez Lake recreational area reminded me Lake San Antonio.

The Olympic distance event was on Saturday, so Chris and I drove down Friday afternoon. The trip down was one of the more entertaining road trips of my life, which included Chris singing a self-penned song, "Idiot Reserve," as we attempted to locate a gas station on an empty tank. (We made it.)

From the moment we entered the park on Friday evening to register and pick up our race packets I felt like I was at Wildflower. We noted from the size of the transition area that this was a MUCH smaller race.

After picking up our race packets, Chris and I enjoyed a lovely dinner with his parents in Pismo Beach, who had driven up to see their son and cheer him on. I enjoyed spending time with Chris’s family. It was fun to discover that Chris took after his mother in some particular regard and after his father in others. Chris has wonderful parents, which I expected from knowing the man they raised.

Thereafter we checked into one of the coolest little hotels I have ever stayed at -- the Avila La Fonda Hotel in Avila Beach. It is a very welcoming and comfortable hotel, with all the amenities. I knew we were in for a good weekend when they asked us if we wanted wine when we checked in. We passed on the wine, opting instead to get ready for the race. Race numbers were placed on bikes, helmets and on race belts, CarboPro water bottles were mixed, tri bags were double checked and then we called it a night.

Race day started out as a chilly one. Our hands were frozen as we made our way to transition, but it warmed up quickly. I was pleasantly surprised to see two fellow GGTCers in transition -- Andreas and Maria. I hadn't seen them since a long weekend ride many months prior.

The event was so small that all the men were in one heat and the women in another. It was my first time participating in an event with multiple loops for both the swim and the run. I found it cruel while doing the swim portion of the race that I had to get out, run around the swim start marker and then get back in the water and do it again.

The swim was slow going. After the first "leg" of the swim, the course made a turn directly into the sun and you could not see the next buoy. I spent a lot of time trying to sight and am sure I swam a very poor line, not once, but twice!

I was happy to be out of the water after completing my second loop and enjoyed having cheerleaders on the sideline. However, I was so sad when I got to transition and saw a gentleman next to me getting ready to go out for his run. Was I that slow? When I realized he was doing the sprint distance event and that I wasn't THAT slow, I felt much better.

I headed out on my bike and felt good. The bike course was also reminiscent of Wildflower. Immediately after coming out of transition -- a huge hill. Now, this hill wasn't as steep or as long as Lynch Hill, but it was close. The course was a partial out and back, partial loop and I enjoyed the ride. I spent most of it wondering if I should run. My leg wasn't bothering me, but it was swollen and I could not decide if I should run on it.

At the end of my bike I decided that as I was not in pain, and as I have never failed to finish an event, that I would run. I felt fine the entire run. It was slow going, as the course was hilly, and boasted a "worse than Wildflower" hill (steeper, but shorter) that we had to run twice. It was during the run that multiple people commented that my right leg was a bleeding. Interesting. Didn't feel it. Did something happen to my spider bite?

In the end, I enjoyed the race and was glad to have done it.

Chris had a fabulous event. He met his time goal and came in 4th in his age group. I am glad his parents were there to witness his wonderful achievement.

After the race, still feeling fine, Chris's parents took us out to lunch to celebrate. We enjoyed a lovely meal in Avila Beach. What a beautiful town!

It was during lunch that my leg started to not feel so great.

After Chris's parents departed to return home, we headed back to the hotel for a little post-race nap. As we were staying until Sunday, we were able to waste the day away. It was a lovely way to spend the weekend, with my wound being the one exception.

I awoke around 2:30 am on Sunday morning in pain and feeling feverish, but took some Advil and went back to sleep.

Sunday morning we headed out to make the trip back to the City.

After Chris dropped me off at home, while unpacking, I noticed I had the infamous red streaks on my leg. I immediately packed a bag and headed out for Marin General. I didn't want to bother anyone with what was sure to be a long day, so I went on my own.

After checking into the Emergency Room, a physician's assistant came out to see if they could treat me and send me on my way. "It would be much faster." "Let's take a look." "Um, nope! You need to see a doctor." Uh oh. That's not a good sign. I also realized that it might be worse than I though when they took me back rather quickly, before a man who clearly needed stitches to close a gash above his eye. Trouble.

After an entertaining conversation with a sassy EMT, the doctor came in to see me. "Well, let's take a look. Goodness gracious!" Oh great. "We're going to have to cut this one." "Wow, this is bad." At this point I figured I needed to tell someone I had gone to the emergency room and thereafter sent Chris a text message and an email to Dian.

The doctor explained that I had an "advanced" infection as well as cellulitis, and that it was a close call on whether I should be admitted. He thereafter determined that he was going to give me IV antibiotics and drain the wound. Fun times.

Hours later the doctor came in to tend to my leg. OMG, did it hurt. Even after they numbed the wound, I could feel him cutting it. At one point I screamed as tears streamed down my face. It is a rare occasion when I cry due to pain.

Thereafter, while my IV antibiotics continued to flow, I heard a familiar voice in the hall… The moment Paul and Dian walked into my room I burst into tears. I have never been so happy to see friends in my entire life.

Shortly thereafter I was discharged, and after picking up antibiotics and painkillers at the pharmacy, Paul and Dian assisted with getting me home. No small feat when on crutches and you live on the top floor of your building without an elevator. Two Vicodin later I was fast asleep.

Chris took me to see my primary care physician for my post-emergency appointment, who confirmed that my "spider bite" is a staph infection. Lovely.

Chris, Paul, and Dian -- you are godsends. There are not enough words. Thank you.

I am so thankful to be in good hands -- not only my doctors, but in my friends. I can only assume there have been calls of which I am not aware, as my life seems to be coordinating around me without my involvement. Thank you to the organizers. I only hope I can repay you in a positive way, and not with services in-kind. I wouldn't wish this on anyone.

Spider Attack

Tuesday afternoon soreness started to set into my right hamstring. I figured Sunday's race was starting to catch up with me.

Tuesday night I was really sore, and thought for a fleeting moment that it was odd that only one hamstring was affected, but went to bed.

Wednesday morning I woke up in agonizing pain. I finally determined that it was not my hamstring that was sore, but rather that there was some sort of issue going on on the back of my right knee. A trip to the doctor confirmed that a spider had attacked me and the bite had become incredibly swollen and infected.

Me: "I have a race on Saturday! What can you do?" (I am sure my mother is cringing.)

One cortisone shot later and armed with Allegra and antibiotics, I headed back for work. Throughout the day the pain grew worse and worse, to the point that Wednesday night I contemplated for over an hour if I should go to the emergency room. My leg was throbbing, the pain agonizing, I could not walk and it appeared that there was half of a softball underneath the skin on the back of my leg.

After some WebMD research I decided I was not dying and that if I was not feeling better in the morning I would head back to the doctor. (Fortunately, my doctor is about a 30 second walk from my office.)

I awoke Thursday morning feeling horrid and was so sad, as I was sure my race weekend was over. One hot shower later I could actually walk and was feeling 1000 times better.

I saw my doctor as I pulled into the parking lot at the office. It was nice to know he was in.

While not 100%, I continued to feel better throughout the day. I am hopeful that a good night's sleep and another dose of medicine will cure my ailment and allow me to race Tinley this weekend.

Santa Cruz Sentinel

What a race! I loved every minute of it. Well, of course I hated a few moments of it on the run course, but loved it overall, and that's why I do it, so it was GREAT! And, better yet, I posted a PR for an Olympic distance event.

I love a good road trip. There is something about them - the anticipation of getting away, looking forward to what the trip holds, and knowing you will have a great time because you chose those who you are traveling with.

It began with a half day on Friday after an incredibly stressful week of work that included business travel and the completion of a project that had been stressing me out for months. I couldn't wait to start the weekend.

Chris and I headed down to Santa Cruz early in the afternoon, as did Paul and Dian. Ashli was to meet us in town for dinner.

Once we arrived, we headed to Trader Joe's for supplies for the weekend. I don't know why, but I found shopping with Paul, Dian and Chris to be quite comical - likely because all of our personalities came through as we ran around the store with our shopping carts. It was fun to see that side of my friends, as sharing in everyday errands has such an intimate side to it. Of course we bought WAY too much food.

After setting into the house we rented for the weekend, perfectly situated a quarter of a block from the beach, we set out for dinner at Gabriella Cafe in downtown Santa Cruz, where we met up with Ashli.

The evening was quite enjoyable. Paul is on non-stop and I enjoy every minute. I also find great entertainment in watching Dian's reactions to her husband's comments. Chris and I spent a good portion of the evening laughing. Ashli and I hadn't seen each other in quite a while, so it was wonderful to catch up in person.

It was so nice to go to sleep on Friday night knowing that I didn't have to get up for anything the next morning. It has been quite a while since I had been able to enjoy a good lie-in.

Saturday morning I awoke to the sound of a blow-horn. Paul informed me once I surfaced that there was a surf contest in progress just down the street, which we all enjoyed at certain points during the day.

We all had a lovely breakfast together and then headed out for race-packet pickup. Thereafter everyone spent a leisurely day doing whatever struck his or her fancy. Jake came by and joined Chris in some qualify football viewing. It was such a nice way to spend a day, which concluded with everyone making a wonderful meal and sharing it together. My favorite moment was later in the evening, as we were all sitting together in one long row on the couch, reading, watching TV, relaxing... I looked both directions down the couch and saw the faces of my wonderful friends and was filled with joy.

We all headed for bed, and I attempted to sleep, but I must have been nervous for the race because I could not fall asleep. At 11:48 pm, I had a full-fledged panic attack about CarboPro.

I had told Chris he didn't need to schlep his "Powder Man" sized container of CarboPro down to Santa Cruz, as I already had one in my car. When we left, I had confirmed that I indeed had Cytomax, but had failed to confirm the existence of the CarboPro. What if I didn't have it? I would ruin Chris's race! I could give him my pre-mixed bottle, but I think I use too much Cytomax for his taste. OMG! I could text message Jake, who had gone back to San Francisco and ask him to bring some down. But, what if he didn't get my message? Or worse yet, what if I woke him up with the message? And my phone was in my car! I had to go check! But, I don't want to wake everyone up! Finally, I realized how ridiculous I was being, got up, confirmed that in my car there was indeed a giant container of CarboPro and thereafter was finally able to go to sleep. What a freak!

Race morning came early after my not-so-great night of sleep. After a quick rally, we headed out for the race, where we yet again met up with Jake and set up our transition areas. It was in transition that we spotted Scott, our Sunday morning swim coach. He is hilarious and was throwing out one-line zingers right and left on a megaphone.

I also ran into "Cervelo Doug," a mountain biker that I had met at Montelo Velo when picking up my P3 many months prior. It is a small world. I can't believe he remembered me.

I had a race day experience I hope that is never repeated. While warming up for the swim, I was knocked down by the surf and lost my goggles. Not the best start to a race, and normally not that big of a deal, as I always carry a backup pair in my transition bag. Only problem - transition was a half mile away, I was barefoot and in my wetsuit! I didn't know if I would make it to transition and back in time for the start of my wave, but I had no choice and took off for an unplanned warm-up run. I had to laugh as I booked to transition thinking that the run was likely Torsten-approved.

I made it back, thoroughly warmed up and started the race. Ashli told me afterwards there was some annoying woman who kept getting in her way during the beginning of the swim -- me! Funny.

I felt good during the swim, but was disappointed when I saw my time. Something to work on. I had a good solid bike ride, and enjoyed watching my friends as they cycled along on the out and back course. My run was awesome. I felt so strong, with the exception of brief calf cramp and a bee sting, and found myself smiling every time I consulted my Garmin to determine my pace.

Everyone had great races with the exception of flat tires that interfered with the races of two. Regardless, everyone was smiling at the finish line and was still talking about the race as we shared one last meal at the house before we headed back to San Francisco and our respective homes.

I get to do it again next weekend! Can't wait.