Monday, December 15, 2008

Baby it's cold outside

Hey- s'almost christmas time! I just got back from a run in the snow (first time ever having to run in the snow in Victoria!!). That run, and our NTC christmas dinner,  and  selling christmas tree for a Vikes fundraiser this weekend has definitely made it feel like christmas is coming.  Exams are almost done. Then it's training camp, and I'm back home for a few days! I know it'll feel too short, but that's ok, I'm still very excited. Time to get back to studying and listening to a Charlie Brown Christmas.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Quickie update

S'up kids. Just a quickie update. There was a period last summer when I was reading blogs and writing blogs right, left and centre. But my theory is that sometimes your brain gets too tired of intellectual thinking..ness when it is otherwise occupied by cramming and lab report writing. So (as anyone who creeps blogs might have noticed) I haven't been on blogspot in a looong time. 
In my defense though- the summer is also racing season which is really the only interesting thing about triathlete blogs anyways. Off-season is the learning period-racing season the performance. The non-racing season goes like this: "what did you do today?"  
"I swam, ate, napped,  biked, ate, and ran. what did you do today?" 
"I ate, swam, ate, biked, ate, and ran too."  
and that's all we do. Juuuust kidding (sometimes we sing songs in our heads while we swim.)
 
.. oops lost focus. quickie post.. 
Life is getting better. Another week until my exams start. And then it's christmas!!!!!! I had a big crash and burn a few weeks back. Mostly due to iron I think, and an inability to recover from my bonking in San Fran. So more tummy testing, and blood testing is underway right now, but hopefully I'll get some of my issues sorted out once and for all. I'm veerrry gradually getting back into training, after taking a couple weeks to try and recover. 
I'm just hoping to get fit and healthy again  in time to race in Australia in January.  And race well in australia- with no passing out. 
We moved into the gorgeous new condo out here! The family all came out to help out. Thanks so much to the parents for buying a great place like this, and letting me live in it for a while. Victoria's great. Friends are great. Training is getting better. And school is school. 

GOOD LUCK STEVO IN YOUR DEBUT IRONMAN THIS WEEKEND. AND GOOD LUCK JAZZ- SHOW 'EM HOW ITS DONE!


Friday, October 3, 2008

another trip to the medic tent

San Francisco was a pretty neat. I had a lot of fun out there with the team. I'm really glad to be running with the Vikes this year because I wouldn't normally have  the opportunity to just fly down to California for the weekend. Stanford was the most amazing school I've ever been too. US universities all seem to be pretty huge, but Stanford was incredible. We didn't even get to see much of the campus, but the areas that we did see had beautiful architecture, and gardens and fountains and palm trees and pretty things. I think we saw at least four weddings going on. You know you must have a pretty nice school, if that's where people go to take wedding photo's. 
The race itself didn't end up working out so well for me. The course was pretty cool though! It was around and around and up and down and around again on the Stanford golf course. There were almost 300 girls on the start line, so that was a woah. We raced in almost 90' weather which is always hard, but I was particularly nervous because of some of my previous bonking experiences while racing in heat. I thought that over the summer we had figured out my passing out issues just by taking a way-more-than-normal electrolyte intake pre-race. I forgot to bring out my nuun with me, but I did buy some other equally gross electrolyte drink so that could keep up my hydration the day before, and the day of the race. 
The first four kms of my race were decent. I wasn't feeling great, but I was trying to keep it as relaxed as possible, and the pace was pretty comfortable. I started to go wonky in the last 2k. I felt sluggish, like my body was slowing down, and I knew it was the bad heat feeling happenning as opposed to normal racing hurt. But I just ignored my not so great feelingness regardless and hoped that I would be able to still finish hard. Unfortunately that didn't happen. The last km is pretty foggy for me now, and I don't remember the last 200meter at all.  I know a ton of people passed me in that last stretch though, and I know that I just kept telling myself not to try and sprint with the rest of them because if I did I wouldn't have made it to the finish (I learnt that the hard way a couple times).
This was probably the worst bonk I've ever had. It took me a very long time this time to be able to open my eyes, and even longer than ever to be able to sit up. This week has been really frustrating because I'm still feeling very messed up from the weekend, and my training has been suffering pretty badly because of it. So for now it's back to the drawing board, and it's time to straighten out what's going on for real this time. We're thinking that it's likely a electrolyte absorption issue, so I'm determined to straighten out my tummy issues once and for all. 

Ha I didn't mean for this to be a race report, or an essay but I seem to have accomplished both with this one! Anyways I'm in intense get Kyla healthy mode starting now! Hope everyone has a great weekend.  

Thursday, September 25, 2008

sunrise this morning

I woke up this morning expecting to be grumpy because my sleep deprivation has been gradually accumulating all week, and after a not so great sleep last night I thought I'd feel bad. This is not a good attitude to have. I don't recommend ever expecting yourself to feel bad, and grumpy. I could probably receive many many lectures about the power and effects of attitude for admitting that I expected to be grumpy..But it does allow you to be surprised when you find for some reason that you're actually not grumpy, just tired. 
And to make it better the sky exploded this morning as Stevo put it. In a good way. It was beautiful. And the sunrise made a rainbow appear where it was still dark. A rainbow in the dark. 

K well I suppose I'd better go learn, and pack and eat if I can scrounge up any food from the depths of my fridge/cupboards, and run, cause we're leaving for Stanford tomorrow!  Cya

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Right at this moment..

Holla! 
I am currently supposed to be reading a lab manual. But lab manuals are lame. And really really boring to read. Other than that my apartment is ridiculously hot right now- sooooooooooo I am ridiculously ridiculously hot right now. But it's worth it since today was such a nice day. While on the complaining streak my legs are incredibly sore from yesterday's Vikes workout since it was only my second real run back, and I skipped all the ease-yourself-back into training runs.  Somehow I always end up jumping right into hard training from nothing. Oh well- who needs to be able to walk anyways? 
Luckily a good 10minutes in the ocean does miracles. And today was definitely a great day for icing in the ocean :).
Hope everyone's who is reading this is having a great evening-  and hopefully minus lab manuals. 

Saturday, September 6, 2008

A Lucky Season


Heeeeeeeeeeyyyy It's been one whole month since I last blogged!! I guess that shouldn't be something to be overly proud of. But I was momentarily excited.. ha.K ANYways I'm back in Vic again- just finished up the first couple days of classes. So far I'm having a great time. My break was excellent, but it went by way way way too quickly. So I was pretty reluctant to come back. The weather on my 2 weeks off was pretty mediocre at best. Actually it was mostly crappy. Lots of 8 degrees and raining days. But THEN when I got to Vic, I was welcomed back with sunshine and 20 something degree weather. So now I'm happy to be back to where it feels like summer again.  And I also came to the realization that I really enjoy being a full time athlete, and just training like I did this summer. And I kinda like being a full time student like I'm sorta doing now. It's just when the two combine that life gets rough!!! Jeez! oh well, I'll just make the most of this un-stressedness right now( and the most of the gorgeous weather!)

So how went my season? Weeeellll the horoscope lady in the newspaper said that this was to be my lucky year. Well I won't comment on other aspects of my life ( I did have some very lucky final exam marks last semester..), but triathlonwise boy oh boy did she mess up. Like mixed up a satellite with a star or something (s'ok I sometimes get confused too).  At the beginning of the season I thought that maybe this would be a lucky season. Mexico was an ok race, but my legs died at the end, so I didn't automatically qualify myself for Worlds as planned.  Luckily the people who chose the national teams allowed me to be the fourth canadian girl. That was pretty much the end of all things lucky for me:
- 1 DNS at worlds
- 1 borderline DFL in P.E.I
- 1 DFN at Nationals
aaaand 1 big huge screw up on the bike in Gatineau (That was my fault though for allowing myself to get behind weaker riders- so I won't blame it on luck)
woohoo covered all three D's in one season.

So I don't have a lot to show for this season. But I
 think it could have been pretty good.  A little bit more experience decreases the need to depend on luck exponentially. So that's what this year will be about.
I think nationals was going to be my race. I'm not sure I've ever had a race feel so relaxed and easy, and perfect. It was going exactly as I had visualized it.  I had the most amazing spot on the beach I've ever had. With my lucky position I got ahead of the fighting at the beginning of the swim, and had a ridiculously relaxed swim on the feet of the great Paula Findlay and the crazyfast Christine Ridenour. Perfect transition, perfect pack.. and then on lap 2 I slid out going around a corner and got myself lapped out before I managed to get my chain un-jammed. As I hit the ground I hardly even noticed the road rash- I was too much in shock. "Wait a second.. this wasn't in the race plan!" 

hmm so lets just say that horoscope lady didn't mess up. What does that mean? Well this is what I've come up with. Next year is my last year of juniorhood. My big year baby! So if one disappointing  race makes you hungry then a whole disappointing season must make you really really hungry. So I guess maybe that's what this season was for: to show me that this is what I want for the next few years- this is what I want to be doing. I finished last season borderline burnt out, but now I know that I want to stick with triathlon for quite a while longer. And I definitely have some unfinished business as a junior!

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

PEI

Back in Vic. Walking out of the Victoria airport yesterday evening was an amazing feeling. My first thought was "I'm free!" and then "air!", and then I noticed the calm blue sky, and how it was hot! still almost 27' at 7:00pm . It smelt like dried grass, and evergreen trees, and cold water somewhere just out of view like it does at my cabin on the perfectest of august evenings. On those nights you could go down to the lake for a sunset wakeboard, or sneak over to the sand dune beach, or go do the run that you kept putting off all day long, or just do whatever you want to do. Because that's what those nights are all about. I'll be going there soon :) But for now I'm just happy to be back in Victoria. It smells like summer here too.  
PEI was super fun. I think Canada Games there next year is going to be a party. Especially if they can get the course all fixed up by then. The boys race was amazing to watch. I missed the
 swim and part of their bike while chatting to the doctor in the first aid tent. But I emerged to see Sharpy, JP, Aaron, and Connor all coming into transition together in the lead. I was so so so excited to see that because every one of those guys deserves to be there. Jeff took off right away, never to be seen again, and Matt's run was a wow. 

My race was good I guess. I had four goals:
1) don't hold anything back on the start.
I mostly accomplished that. I went all out and got on tall Ontario girl's feet, who was on Christine's feet. Yes! Right where I want to be. But then I got smoked in the face, lost my goggles and lost those feet while putting my goggles back on.

2) Have a fast last 150ish meters of the swim because that was where I fell off last time.
I did that! 


3) Have the fastest run to transition out of everyone. (Because there was a suuuuppper long run to transition)
I did that too! Well I don't know if it was the fastest, but it was fast.  I then proceeded to run right past my Bike in T1, for some reason hoping to find it among the bikes on the guys rack. Whoops haven't done that in a really long time! Good thing I had a fast run to transition...

4) Be at the front going around every corner on the bike.
First corner I went around first. Second corner I went around firstish second. Third corner I went around in third.. aaaaaaaaand girl in front of me's pedal fell off (don't know how she managed that?). 
I watched as one of her feet came off the pedal. "whatever you do don't step down," I thought. She unclipped the other foot. And stepped down with both feet while whipping around the corner. "Well maybe she wont fall..." No such luck. Her carbon shoes slipped off the road and she went down right in front of me.  "Well this sucks." And I flipped over her. 
And gained a new appreciation for helmets that's for sure. 

The rest of the race went alright after I got my brain and bike working again. For a while I was borderline about to be lapped out of the bike, but I made it. Beginning my last two laps of the run while everybody else was finishing was a bit of a drag though. 

Buuuuuuuuuuuttt I did do something right. I crossed the finish line and noticed that the timing mats went on for a while still. So I ran over them all. See I do learn!

Once again Christine had another great race.  wow Christine has had a great season (and still more to come). I would like to say she's been pretty lucky, but when it comes down to it, the more talent you have the less luck is needed :). Stevo won the Tri back here at the lakes- followed by Scotty and Mike. Sweeeeeeep. And Rachel McBride won for the women followed by Kerry. I'm very proud to have such a great team. 


Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Later Dudes

Buon Giorno amici!
We're leaving for PEI tomorrow morning. 6:50 à l'aréoport babeeeeee! Je suis Stoked. Well maybe not so much about the 6:50 am part, but that's considerably better than our other option: 5:30 in the water before heading to the airport. Thank goodness my 5:30 day are over! (man! I love our program/coach who doesn't do 5:30am swims)

Good day today. I'm thinking I'm going to be ready for this one. The swim went well this morning- finally managed to hold 1:11's and 1:12's again (the 100's were on 1:45 for us jr.s though, so we had more rest than usual). I didn't feel like I was catching a lot of water, and I was definitely over-compensating by kicking way too hard, but to be back at 1:11's felt good. That's right where I want to be so that I can start improving from there.
Us juniors ended up doing our ride trainer style because we wimped out due to the rain. But in the end I think it would have been good to get outside because other than the wetness it seemed like a pretty nice morning.
But that's ok- spinning gave me some time to re-think my making peace with pain theory. I thought before that you could only fully accept and work with the hurt in the pool. Mostly because of the lack of gravity in the water I guess. And because the pool is where I've had the most experience (hurtin and not hurtin). But thinking about it, I may have almost made friends with pain on the track before.
So now I think there may be a point in any sport (or aspect of life even?) where you can feel the pain, accept it, and not ignore it necessarily, but let it support you in a way that you are able to focus on more important things. Allowing the pain to exist, but not hinder you in any way. I'm pretty sure making peace only really happens when you're dealing with hurting for quite a while though. I've definitely never experienced any friendliness in anaerobic work that's for sure. Still think Hard Fast stuff is pure fight.
But maybe that's just why I'm not much of a sprinter. hmm more to think about I guess.

Run today felt good. I didn't think we'd be doing a track work today, so during warm-up I turned to Christine and said- wow I feel pretty fast today. I wish we had a track workout! (probably the one and only time I've ever said that in my life..). And then we did! The seniors looked like they had a pretty brutal set of 4x 2km. We ended up going down to ice before they finished, but it looked like everyone was flying- so good job team.
So I guess that means pour moi:
swim felt good?- oui!
bike felt good?- oui!
run felt good? - oui oui!
= ready to go!
Well minus being packed.. guess I better go rescue the laundry and get on that.

Later Dudes!

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Reasons why I still haven't cleaned my room.




aaaaaahhhh summer is going by too fast! 
It's funny, sometimes I think "man if I wasn't doing triathlon I could be going on so many adventures.." I think I would try to find the coolest summer job ever. Like a backpacking, or mountain biking tour guide in Jasper or something like that. I used to think tree planting was cool, until I learnt that it isn't just hippies who are trying save the world who do it- that mostly people do it because it pays so well. So maybe that wouldn't be my thing. I like to think I'm hardcore, but I'm probably not a 'months living out of a tent planting all day' type girl anyways. Would be cool though- to save the world. 
But anyways- point of this paragraph is that even though I always wonder what I'd be doing if I didn't have to focus on training and racing all summer, each summer is defined in my head by the races I did. Even the brutal one's that ended in the hospital are still great memories- what fun trips!  Lets see... so far we've had Tucson camp which was pretty cool because I've never been anywhere like that before.  Mexico...Very fun. Training and racing in Vancouver, and Quebec.  Leaving for PEI on wednesday, and Kelowna after that..hmm this summer has been pretty neat after all. 

I can't remember if I've already mentioned my adventuring list but I found all these rocks for climbing within half-an hour of where I live that I really want to check out. So I wrote a big list of how to get  to all those places. Climbing is tough with triathlon. Usually the plan is to go Wednesday nights, and Sunday nights because the day after is usually lighter trainingwise. But we can't go wednesday nights if there's the wednesday night crit, and no climbing the week before races! Soooo we've only been to the gym once, and Stevo's secret rock once recently, and none of my adventures have been checked off! I probably won't have many more chances before Kelowna to get out, but oh well it doesn't get very cold in the fall here, so we'll have plenty of chances then. But still summer is going by too fast!
That's not to say we haven't gotten any exploring in. Last week two of my bestest girlfriends came out to visit us (because we weren't able to go home this summer). One of my friends, Steph, will be moving to Australia in like a week! Yikes too soon! And Elise goes to school in Toronto, so she'll be leaving soonish too. So it was really great to see them again even just for a little bit. We did the trip up to Sombrio. Amazing Amazing beach in the rainforest. We had a pretty great time. Miss you girls- keep rocking life. Too bad I couldn't hang out with the trackie BFF before she heads off for West Virginia :(. You keep rocking life too!

It's also funny how at the beginning of the summer all the cool things I wanted to do were at home, but now there are so many thing I want to do here too. (I'm really terrible at transitions, so it took me awhile to accept that this is where I live now. But I'm glad that I finally have because I like it here. And I don't think I can qualify for 'living in Calgary' status anymore if I'm only there a total of 20 days a year..). So now I have a huge list of all things I'm going to do on my two weeks off at home. And a huge list of all the things I'm going to do here. So please Summer- slow down a little bit! I've got too much racing, and backpacking, and climbing, and wakeboarding, and sailing, and tubing, and cabining, and visiting, and partying left to do! Wow when you list it off like that goes to show- life's pretty good. 

Great racing to all the buds at trackie Nats in Abbotsford, and swimming Nats in Calgary.


Friday, July 25, 2008

Peace

Something happened in the pool today that doesn't happen quite so often. The set was 8x200 best average (with some 50's kick after 4) on 3:10. (the boys and Christine on 3:00) It was one of those sets where you look at the board- blink a few times- and can only think, "You have got to be kidding me!" 8!?!
Well today I reached a point that I have only reached in the hardest of the hard swim workouts.
Me and pain made peace.

In sport pain is what tests us, limits us, fights us. Because it is usually a fight. 
Our Will vs. our Body. 
Body says stop, but the mind says go. Of course there's a lot more to it than that- there's pride, and confidence, and attitude, and competitors, and supporters, and coaches yelling at you... but those are just the extra challenges and bonuses thrown into the body vs. mind battle. 
I was thinking about it, and in a set such as 400's best average on the track, hill repeats on the bike, or 50's best average in the pool, pain is 100% the enemy. Each repeat is pure determination to make to the finish despite the big brick wall of lactic acid, and muscle fatigue in the way. 

Well in sets like today's sometimes something different can happen. You're going as hard as you can, and then the brick wall drops out of nowhere. oooohhh ouch. It's now a struggle. legs and arms are so heavy, burning, aching... The pace you were holding no longer seems possible. And still 6 more fast 200's to go... 
It's too much to fight through, so there's nothing to do but make peace. 'Hello pain, I know you're not going anywhere, so work with me? - k lets see what we can do together." 

I'm not sure it's possible to work together with that level of pain in any other sport. It HAS to be a fight when running or biking because if you give into it at all your legs would just collapse under you, or your bike would tip over or something. But in swimming, with your body's weight supported, the pain is just as present, but there's nothing to stop you from continuing your forward motion. 
So I gave my body's weight to the pain, and focused on fast swimming. It was a good set. 

Training like this is so crucial to racing. Because in race situations when there is so much more stress and pressure than in training, you can look back, and say, "ya I've hurt this much before, or more, and I survived, and I can do it again, so nothing to it but to HTFU." I think there's going to be some good racing coming up. 

Good day today. Core, hard swim, nice base ride, nap, hard track workout, ice, and now sleep. 

PEACE!

Thursday, July 24, 2008

hills and hammerfests

It's been a little while since I last wrote anything here, but that has definitely not been due to a lack of things to write about. Rather I have had SO MANY things to think about recently that I just haven't been able to organize it all enough in my head to be able to write it down! I think all my recent thoughts will organize themselves in time, and I'll probably share them later- if they turn out to be any good. For the time being I thought I could just write down how I'm feeling and stuff since I have way too many words in my head to sleep right now anyways. (last night I had way too many words bouncing around too, but in my stubbornness I refused to admit that I wasn't going to fall asleep and just pretended to be asleep for like 2hours instead..) So how am I doing? hmmm.. um I'm hungry. But I'm also too tired to care so I'll ignore that. And I'm super tired, but not really sleepy.. hmm what else??
Well I did have a pretty good training day today! I think it's finally coming along. In the last little while I've realized that we enjoy what we are good at and dread that which we aren't very confident in. I was dreading almost all my swimming and biking workouts. And then one day last week( I think it was saturday) I realized that I was ready to start enjoying myself again. For some reason I woke up, and knew that I was done with training badly. And it's gone pretty well since then. 
In the lake swim today I mostly kept my stroke together, and finished really hard, so I was proud of myself there. Nice run, yoga, And then in the crit tonight I finally did it!!!! I stayed with the pack!! THE WHOLE WAY!!! All us girls did it this time. The boys had strict instructions to attack from the first corner and to keep attacking throughout the race. I knew that would reduce my chances of staying in the pack to basically zero, but I decided to give it my best shot. On the first lap I refused to get stuck at the back going around the first corner like last time. That helped a bit, but I still had a huge hammerfest to catch up to the guys after the turn. But I was still in. A big hill- and still in.  Then a sharp right turn at the bottom of a huge hill, another hammerfest but still in!! 
After the first lap we passed Patrick, and I was so excited I yelled "I'm still in!!!'  He told me to stay in. 
I think all the guys thought I was really really weird( most of them laughed at me), but you see I've never managed to stay in the pack for a whole lap before, so this was a pretty big breakthrough for me. I actually felt really good the whole ride. I think that's probably because Sharpie, and Scotty up front were doing all the work while I stayed in the middle, but by the end of our 11 laps I was still feeling pretty good. I betcha I could have out sprinted all 'dem boys up the last hill, if a) I could have gotten through the pack to the front, and b) if that wouldn't have been an incredibly low thing to do. Haha I don't think any of the guys would have been very impressed if I had done that after sitting at the backish middle the whole ride. That was the last of our crits this season, so I'm glad to have ended it on a good note. Crits really are a lot more fun when you're actually in the race rather than just biking around and around by yourself for 30(ish) km.  
In the fall I'll have to decide whether to run cross with the Vikes, or have a stronger biking focus. If I choose the biking then Stevo says there is supposed to be a ton of cross- biking races to do. So I'll have to see!
ok now I'm sleepy. Night. 

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Le Reportage du Race



Alrighty here comes the race report. Finally!! I'm pretty sleepy right now, actually really really sleepy right now, but I figure that if I don't write it soon PK is going to come hunt me down. 
So I'll just do it now. 
And I also figured that since the main purpose of triathlete blogs is to display to le monde just how obsessed us triathletes are with training and racing and triathlon stuff, that maybe I should throw my race report in here too rather than just in my workout log. Y'know just to spice up my usual 'random thoughts, observations and reflections' type of posts. 

Gatineau Race Report:
Well it wasn't a complete disaster... there were definitely disastrous parts, but there were some ok parts too. I suppose it was a learning experience. I'm getting pretty damn tired of learning experiences though. My goal for this year is to have one race (ie. nationals would be good) where I learn absolutely nothing! deal. The big positive for this race was that it was pretty hot (27 and humid I think), and not only did I not pass out- I didn't even feel like I was going to pass out. Good Stuff. Big Thanks to Carolyn Murray for helping me figure all that hydration and nutrition stuff out :)

We started the race waist deep in the lake. There was no official placing at the start line, so PK told us to try and get a place as close the the left as possible because that was what had worked best for the boys who had left 45minutes earlier. It seemed like most of the girls had the same idea though because the left side was super cramped. I found a spot in the middleish left side of the field, but as I looked around I realized there were only weaker swimmers and 'people I had never seen before in my life' type swimmers around me. Which meant no feet. No good. 
Alex and I went back to the far left side, and decided to start our own second row instead. That turned out to be a really great decision I think. From the start I had Marianne right in front of me (she absolutely killed the start), and Gaby to my left. Gaby and I were fighting for Marianne's feet, but I was getting pushed farther and farther to the left and finally had to give my spot to Gaby. 
I don't mind that though because I trust Gaby to stay on feet more than anyone in the world. She is so tough- I knew she would hold on. So I stuck on her hip. Well tried to stick- I was working really really hard to stay on their feet the whole way. I wasn't feeling super smooth, and my legs were really tired. I stayed with Marianne and the leaders right up until the last 100 meters when everyone started swimming in different directions. My goggles were all foggy, so I couldn't really tell which people to follow, and at that point I needed to harden up and sprint to the finish, but in my panic I ended up just thrashing my way to the end, and came out of the water about 8 seconds back. 
I came to the mount line with Gaby, but my elastic broke on one of my shoes, so I spent a couple seconds trying to flip my shoe around. Gaby got a little bit ahead, and then we both stood up to hammer the first bit of the bike. Her hammering was a lot a lot more successful than mine. I stood up to go, but my legs were feeling the swim too much to actually go anywhere. And while she caught up to the girls ahead, I was stuck in no mans land waiting to get caught by the pack. The pack caught me pretty quick, and boy were they quick!!! This must be why them Quebecians are such strong bikers- since they race with the Elites all the time, they must get used to really really fast biking. I was working really hard, but I could have stayed with them I think- if I hadn't messed up. I was focusing on not being near the back going around the corners, but on the second lap we were coming up to a 90' turn, and I was right at the back. I wasn't too worried though because it was a pretty wide and easy corner. I was wrong. Stuck behind two ridiculously terrible corner turners, a huge gap formed between 5 of us and the pack. As soon as we could get around the terrible corner turners, Alex and I got up and hammered to try and bridge the gap. But we weren't strong enough. In the end we got caught by the second pack of girls, some of whom had swam over a minute slower! I was pretty frustrated. I remember thinking- what's the point of killing myself in the swim only to end up in the second pack anyways! 
We finished the bike 2 minutes back from the leaders. 2 minutes! from 8 seconds!!!
And then I just ran. In the last 2km I pretended I was doing the brick workout that we had done in Sydney with the 2km runs off the bike. And went as hard as I could. I didn't feel very fast, but I just tried to pass as many people as I could. My run split ended up being pretty decent, but I think if I had been racing somebody I would have been quite a bit faster. In the last 300meters there were two elite women ahead of me, and I had to dig pretty deep to pass them, but I did, and then all of a sudden Gaby was in front of me! So I sprinted past her too (which is terribly unfair because she is injured right now, and hasn't run in 3 weeks). And finished 7th. sigh.  Buuuuuuuuuutttt I forgot to step off the timing mat, so the results say that those last few girls I passed actually beat me. Woops. 
so what I learned:
a) run completely over the timing mat, all the timing mats. 
b) never ever be at the back going around corners
c) harden up better those last 100m in the swim
d) I need to work on my hammering on the bike, because right now I don't have any hammer. 

la fin

ohh and super huge congratulations to everyone else this weekend!!! Lets see Kerry 15th in her first ever World Cup, A-Russ dominating the World Cup scene too despite the heat, Stevo and Sarah-Anne- great racing in Geneva!, Sharpie and Jeff absolutely OWNED the boys race, and brought home the moola, Gaby for her amazing strength and toughness in that swim and bike, and of course Christine who managed to stay ahead of the whole field on the swim and bike, despite the fact that the bike was one of the fastest I've ever experienced!!!  big wow! 

Race Pace and Hill repeats

oh man I am really tired right now. I'm not really sure why... we were super fortunate in Gatineau to not have to race until 1:00 pm, so we never had to time adjust, and got to sleep in until like 9 every morning! got to love that. But regardless I am really really tired right now. I was struggling in the bike workout today. We had a pretty tough ride, and Alex and I were the only girls (other than christine- but she counts as a guy when it comes to cycling), so that made it rough. And my head was hurting a lot, and my legs were too sore to work, and I kinda suck at biking as it is, and I'm a really tired right now. So as you can probably tell I was having an 'I don't really want to be here' type of workout. I was trying so hard to have a good attitude though! I was biking up the observatory borderline mental breakdowning because I was hurting and sucking so bad, and I was like " seriously Kyla- it is a gorgeous day, it is so pretty here.. ooooh look at that pretty butterfly! Can't you just harden up, and enjoy the day?" But I was too grumpy to listen to myself. 
Then after the second Observatory repeat I came to the realization that I was a lot more upset by the fact that I was having a crappy workout and doing a really bad job, then the fact that I was hurting a lot. So I decided that I would just have to stop having a crappy workout. And I did :) For the most part anyways.. I stood up from the back, and hammered past Christine and Brooke to ride up the Observatory with the boys. I ended up getting dropped obviously, but I stayed with them longer than I expected to. The last hill repeat was a big blow-up fest, but I tried. So that was good. Coming down the Observatory hill Aaron must have slid out, because I came around the hairpin to find him on the pavement. That was really scary, and I hope he's doing ok. After that I didn't feel like complaining about having a headache anymore. 
Get Well Soon Buddy!

Friday, July 11, 2008

Gatineau

Bienvenu a Gatineau!!! (sorry-can't get accents to work on this computer).. I'm sitting in my petit hotel room right now- freezing to death because we just had an ice bath party. It's very nice outside though. I think it's supposed to be 28 degrees tomorrow, and we race around 1 or 2.. (I should probably figure that out), so it's going to be hot hot racing!!! Which reminds me that I should be hydrating right now. Except that I left my gatorade in Gaby's room when I snuck in to steal this computer. dang. Tomorrow is our first Junior Canadian Series race of the year, so it should be pretty exciting. After I got back from being sick at home, I've slowly been gaining my fitness back.. unfortunately the key word here is slowly. Before Worlds I was easily holding 1:10's best average long course in the pool, and lately it's been a struggle to hold under 1:15's, but it's coming along, and I know that even if I don't feel ready right now, I'll be ready for nationals at least. So I'm just going to have fun with race, and use it to get me back into racing mode. And I know that even if I feel slightly unprepared for this race, it can't be anywhere near as unprepared as I was for all my races last year. At least this year I know I can finish ha. But other than actual fitnesswise, the race prep is going quite well. I've Iced and stretched/yoga'd, and massaged with A535, and bought compression socks, and painted my nails, and did legs up the wall, so hopefully tomorrow will feel good enough. Good luck to the Sarah-Anne, and Stevo in Geneva, Scotty in Squamish (I think it is), Kerry and A-Russ for some world cup racing in Europe!!! And all the juniors here.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

A lesson

...just something I was thinking about....Sometimes the heroes who you expect to offer truth and guidance don't always have the answers. And the love you expect(or perhaps hope) to find from friends and family isn't there, or can't be there. Then what are you left with? Nothing?
No- it's still there. The love and truth is still there- it's just hidden. Hidden because it is unappreciated and overlooked.
An offhand comment from someone I usually forget to listen to made me think so much more than many of the discussions I've had lately. And the love can be found so easily- if you take the time to notice.
So thankya to all everyone and everything that are always there, but too often forgotten.

Friday, July 4, 2008

My thought of the day:

I climbed a mountain, and ran along trails, and camped in the wild, and swam in lakes, and jumped off cliffs, and rode my bike for hours and hours in the sun. And in the rain. I visited far away places. I carried my snowboard as far as I could into the backwoods. I danced to music, and watched the stars. I painted pictures. I won races. But for some reason all those experiences could never gain the title of being 'the best experience'. 
Because the best experiences were when we climbed a mountain, and we ran along trails, and camped in the wild, and swam in lakes, and jumped off cliffs, and rode our bikes for hours and hours in the sun. And in the rain. We visited far away places. We carried our snowboards as far as we could into the backwoods. We danced to music, and watched the stars. We painted pictures. We won races...

It took me 17.5 years to understand that.

Not everybody needs a lot of friends. But I think everybody needs friends a lot. The real one's-who can make you happy to be you, and share in your happiness because in turn you make them happy to be them. I find these kinds of friends to be pretty rare- maybe that's why it took me 17.5 years. Chris McCandless left society, his friends, and his family to discover truth and happiness on his own- in the wild. But the majority of his memorable experiences were the one's where he met new and special people. People who changed him, and were changed by him. No matter how hard he struggled to find happiness on his own, it was hopeless because what he needed, but didn't want to accept, was the help of others. 

" Happiness only true when shared"- Christopher Johnson McCandless

Thanks friends- for all the experiences, and memories, and adventures. And all the experiences, memories and adventures to come :) .  


Wednesday, July 2, 2008

some adventuring




 It's cool to be able to spend summer in a new place because I'm just discovering all the things you can do out here. And there is still a lot of exploring to be done.
I wish I had written more regularly/ at all in the past few days because there were so many stories... but that's ok. I can still try to gloss over them.  Friday was hooottt. High 20's for sure and we had a sweet brick workout out in Sydney. 3x { 10km bike + 2km run( max effort)}. It was pretty painful at the time because my legs were still feeling Wednesday's ride, but really fun because of the amazing weather. We had finished swimming, biking and running by 4:00 which gave us the whole afternoon free! And it was definitely a 'lets do something fun tonight' type day. We ended up at a really great organic type restaurant with some good buds and then wandered down to the harbor to check out the Tall ships. The boats weren't open to tourists by the time we got there, but we managed to slip onto the first dock really easily. I just like the pirate boats best. The second one was exponentially trickier, and our climb over the big fence, into the bushes while dodging security guards ended in frantic, 'abort mission! abort mission!'s. The third dock, although it was well guarded/fenced wasn't very tough to explore. So we got to see all the boats!! minus the big one behind the bushes. Stevo went back with Jas the next day, and totally out-did our previous Tallship exploring by managing a full afterhours tour on the biggest boat. 
I think I decided on the best place to sit/sleep on those boats, if ever I manage to stow away on one. 
Saturday was another great summery lake swim/ride. Alex figured out that she could ride with no hands, so that meant I could too- so we both managed that for the first time ever!! Except I got dropped at the end of the ride while I was practicing, and the pack rode off without me, and I got pity claps/cheers from a couple passer-bye's. sigh... 
And then some chill rooftop chilling and sky, and city, and harbor watching. (except the getting on/off the roof was a little bit less chill).  Sunday, Alex and I went farther 'into the wild' then ever before, as we explored more up-island/west island than we've ever been, and helped Kirsten, Scotty, and A-Mac set up a sweet beach camp. 
Then last night we experienced Canada day Victoria Style! Wow. Calgary definitely needs to get it's Canada day act together. K'naan was great. Alex has a couple videos posted on her blog- check that out! 
It's just about Velodroming time. (I've never been on a velodrome before, so should be interesting). And then I've got this great big list of some sweet outdoor climbing places to check out around Victoria, so hopefully we'll be able to cross one of them off the list tonight! 


Thursday, June 26, 2008

Summer


I was stretching before practice today and Scotty said to me, "you seem really happy this morning." Me Happy?? In the morning? I stopped stretching and thought about it for a minute... holy I am happy! Did I have an amazing sleep or something like that?... umm nope I actually had a really crappy sleep last night. 
So I've spent the rest of the day in shock. 

I think my strange case of morning happiness is because it finally feels like summer. I woke up around 5:30ish (because it was so sunny outside, and the birds were all chirpy, and then I got to sleep in an extra hour, so that made me happy.) Today was regen so that definitely made me happy. And  tomorrow I have my anthropology exam, and then I'll be done my spring course, so that's awesome. 
I'm going to get a little part time job for the rest of the summer, so crazy summer training+ a little bit of work should keep me tres busy, but I still feel like I have a lot more freedom in the summers.   
Maybe because without studying to do I have the opportunity to go climbing on my nights off, or hiking on the lighter training days, or one-nighter camping trips up-island some days. My friends have been able to come out and visit, so that has been really nice. We took Jess adventuring in Sooke, and had so much fun. Even training just seems better in the summer. 

There really are a lot of reasons to be happy. 

Yesterday was a good training day. We did a 1500 time trial in Thetis. I lost my 'inner swimmer' after about 800, and struggled the last half, but Alex was able to pull me to a fairly decent time. Yoga. And then an epic ride at night! We left yoga a little late, and ended up hammering 25km up the hilliest road in Victoria to get to the crit course on time. We arrived at the race 2minutes before the start where we jumped right into a brutally hilly approx 30km crit race. Before heading out to the crit PK said, "just be ready on that first corner, or you'll be dropped because everyone is going to get up and go.." Well sure enough 500m into the race we came to the corner. I was stuck at the back and apparently nobody at the back knew how to take corners because we slowed down way way too much, and I was dropped. Then followed 7 laps of me tt'ing around and around until finally the pack lapped me, and I was able to join in. Being in the pack felt good, I had been working really hard by myself, so sticking with the pack didn't seem too tough. But then coming down the big hill/corner there was a three person pile up right in front of me, and the pack rode away. So I continued tt'ing around and around until the race finally ended. Mel led the way home which meant another hammerfest pour moi. So I think it ended up being a 3.5 hour ride, mostly at max effort. And now my legs hurt :)
Good day. 
I like summer. 

Sunday, June 22, 2008

pistachios

Once last summer we came to a beautiful valley tucked in between a semi-circle of rugged mountain peaks. It was above the tree line, so there were no trees to shade us from the sun, but if you looked down over the edge you could see the last few bushes and shrubs, and then the forest way below. There was a little glacial stream that ran through the valley, so we filled and re-filled the one little disposable water bottle we had brought with us right from the ground.(I was pretty hesitant to drink it at first, but it ended up being the clearest and best tasting water I've ever had) The whole field was just moss, and flowers and sunshine, and snow patches that somehow managed to survive despite the heat. All we had to eat for lunch was some beef jerky and a big bag of pistachios. So we sat on rocks around the river and ate the whole bag.  

I just remembered that on the drive home yesterday because we had bought some pistachios for the trip, and these ones must have come from the same pistachio tree or something because they tasted just the same. :)

On the way home we saw quite a few roadtrippers and this made me think of a discussion I had with Peter once. He was trying to grow a Canmore beard because he said Canmore beards are sexy (it was a valiant effort). I didn't agree with him at the time.. and I still wouldn't say they're sexy necessarily ha. But there is definitely an attractiveness to Canmore beards. I think it's because they usually come along with an old beater of a car with a kayak on the roof and some chill tunes inside, a bunch of backwoods gear, and big dog.  They're living life the way they want to live it. They don't switch back and forth between living and not living -they're just always living. Even if they are normal guys with normal jobs they keep it real. I think choosing to keep it real is definitely a choice we all have, but too many forget. The funny thing is, most people like themselves a lot better when they're real too. It would be nice if more people would remember. 

Saturday, June 21, 2008

There and Back again



I'm back in Vic now after a couple weeks of adventuring. After being sick at worlds I went home for a bit with a great big schedule of all the workouts I had to do to get me back in shape. So it didn't end up being the post-worlds celebration type of trip home that I had been imagining before I got sick, but more like a training and resting trip. Which is still nice. A-Game was home too, so he took over the role Alex usually has (she didn't come home with me this time), of doing everything with me... and we ran, and biked, and swam, and drank tea, and roasted marshmallows and visited our friends (so thanks for everything AH :). 
There's this really great loop out in the foothills that Austin would take us on last summer- it has amazing views, and amazing hills, so we made sure to that. And driving back reminded me of blasting Fergie's 'big girls don't cry' after one of the worst biking bonkages ever last summer (it came on about every hour on the radio that month).  
Jess organized a great little trip out to Canmore with the trackies, so we went for our run in the mountains and iced in the quarry, and went for tea's and lunch, and looked in all the little shops. It was so great to get back to my mountains, but it made me a little sad too funnily enough. Because as we were driving past the Kananaskis turn off, my brain and heart and conscience, or whatever talks to you when you know your making the right or wrong decision, was screaming at me to go to into those mountains and just stay there- Somewhere deep in the backwoods for a while. But I couldn't go camping this trip, so we drove home. It was still a really fun trip, and I will try to add a picture with this post if I can figure out how. 
From Calgary I flew to Vancouver to watch some of my friends race in the pacific coast track series. We ended up going out for dinner, and stayed in Richmond that night, then we took the ferry over to Victoria the next morning, then went to the beach that afternoon, and built a secret little campfire, and tried to paddle logs in the ocean, and it made my whole weekend feel like it was finally summer. 
The rest of this week was equally crazy with papers due, and major whip Kyla back into shape-age, and more superly amazing fast track racing. Then a long trip down past Seattle and back for a little racing action down there. (which was vera vera painful, but fun). I think I'll write about that later...
Cause now I'm ready for bed!
 Take it easy.  

Monday, June 9, 2008

Get Some!!!!!!!

The nice thing about triathlon is that you can't do a race without learning something. Apparently you can't not do a race without learning something either. I was pretty upset about not being able to race worlds, but I realized that a lot a lot of positives still came from it. Leading up to this weekend I was beginning to enter the burnout zone. I was super pumped for worlds of course, but I wasn't really looking forward to the rest of the season. After worlds it seemed like none of the other races really even meant anything. I wasn't sure if I wanted to stay in Victoria for the rest of the summer to train. I got stuck in a crappy mental state where all I wanted to do was go bum around at home, do my own training for races that didn't matter that much, and work a bit. But then this weekend happened and now those races mean so much to me. Where before I wasn't sure if I wanted to race the rest of this season, now there is nothing more I want to do. I'm really excited for Des Moines, and Quebec, and P.E.I, and then Kelowna for nationals. Because all of my stored up potential that was waiting for Worlds is still waiting. So I've got a super fun and exciting season ahead of me, and then next year it's all about Australia baby! This world championship was my learning year- but next year I can show the world what I've got. Mr. Bryden said that these experiences are good for you- they teach you things, and they make you hungry.
This is true. 

Friday, June 6, 2008

Race Report:

The days leading up to the race were a little bit hard for me, but really quite positive. I knew I was the fittest and fastest I've ever been, so not being 100% race day was just something I knew I would have to work through. I was pretty confident because I had made huge improvements in my training since Mexico, and I had raced well there. I never really considered that I might not be racing. It was only when I woke up morning after morning feeling the same or worse than the day before that I began to get a little worried. The coaches were really great. ( I was rooming in the coaches' suite rather than with the athletes to avoid contaminating everyone else). we talked a lot about greatness even in difficult situations. PK gave me acupuncture in my thumbs (which hurt a lot!), hands, and face for my fever. Austin took me out for tea a few times to make me and him( He is sick too) better which was very nice especially since I wasn't allowed to socialize with any of the juniors. We had a team massage therapist who was very good, but was not impressed with the condition I was in. I guess not only was I way way way too tight, I also have a lot of built-up scar tissue and trigger points that I need to get under control. She told me all this as if to say- you expect to race with legs in this condition? uhoh. Wednesday (day before the race) was the day I finally considered the option of not be racing world championships. My throat was worse than ever. It hurt so bad I could hardly swallow even liquids. I was thinking I might have to put hot water on my bike the next day in order to get it down during the race. I had talked to dr. Keeler on the phone, and he told me that it would be better to take Tylenol for my fever. We didn't have any Tylenol on us, but we were going to the store after the pre-race meeting, so I didn't take any more advil that day. We didn't end up getting to the store for hours though, so I spent most of the day shivering under my layers and layers of clothes because of chills from my fever. The coaches and I decided that I would decide whether to race or not in the morning. But I made my decision at 2am the night before the race while I was freezing waiting for my Tylenol to kick in. I had gone 5 days with very minimal training, and a fever that I had only managed by constantly taking advil/tylenol, so even if I woke up fever-free, I would still be too unhealthy to be even a little bit competitive in that field. 

I went down to the course with the girls at 5:15 Thursday morning to help them get ready. Transition was really nicely set up- and of all the canadians, I had by far the best ranking (it was random draw). The morning was pretty painful for me- it was freezing cold and raining, and my tylenol was gradually wearing off, so my fever was sneaking back up on me. It was hard not to be on the start line, but I was already so cold that morning that imagining myself going in the ocean (12.6 degrees) scared me a lot. That made me feel a bit better about not being able to race I guess.

The race was so so so exciting. Paula came out of the water in third, behind two girls who had about a 20 second lead on her. Out of transition Paula was with one other girl, and working together they chased down the front two. We were so happy when the leaders came around and there was a pack of four!!! It looked like Paula was almost guaranteed a podium finish at this point. Marianne made the chase pack which was awesome. Gaby had an great swim, but was too weak from the cold to get out of her wetsuit, so her long transition put her in the third pack with Sarah-Anne who also just missed the chase pack by a couple seconds. 

Then the leaders came around again and our hearts sank. Paula wasn't with them. We waited and waited, and then she came around the corner only meters ahead of the chase pack- her back tire mostly flat. The coaches were yelling at each other from across the road to get to the wheel drop. Paula chose not to stop though, and finished her last lap on a tire that must have been almost completely flat by the end. She came into T2 barely holding on to the back of the chase pack. The run was fast! Paula ran her way through the pack to 9th place- pretty amazing. I don't know any other junior in the world who could have managed a top ten finish with a flat. Marianne and Frank both had excellent races (I think those Hogans must be the most consistent racers on the planet- you can always depend on them to race well.) Marianne came in 17th!! And Francois finished first out of our canadian boys at 28th. Connor had a great swim, but was throwing up on the run :(, and our own JP worked his way up from the third pack to 37th with a killer run!!!
Amazing Work Team. 



Saturday, May 31, 2008

"Sorry your Mens Sana in Corpore Sans took the day off"

I am pretty sure the last time I was bored was the summer of grade 5. My mom was a wreck taking care of my terminally ill grandpa, and my Incredibly needy four year old brother. My Dad worked. And me and Alex spent our days trying to find things to do in the park behind our house. So being bored is a relatively unknown experience for me. During the school-year feeling boredom would be like the next best thing to winning an all inclusive trip to Maui. So it's kind-of a nice feeling...sorta. 

I guess the only thing that's ruining this for me is the reason why I'm bored. It all started at about 2am last night...
(I'm just guessing cause I never actually looked at the clock).  I had been sleeping on my arm funny, so I had completely lost all feeling in it. As I rolled over I felt something cold touch my other hand- had I fallen asleep holding my phone again? (it tends to happen.. my friends go to bed later than me...). Nope. not a phone. 

It feels like there is a hand in my bed. There's AN F-ING HAND IN MY BED!!!! 

I didn't once assume that there was a body to go with it- ha as you can tell I don't have the tendency to wake up to these kinds of things.  
I was too shocked to scream- which is very good because I'm one hell of a good screamer. (Like comparable to Kiera Knightly when she first sees the ghost crew in Pirates.) But I quickly realized it was MY hand that I had felt. whew...ok- everything's ok. back to sleep. It was then that I realized that my nose was all stuffed up and my throat was really hurting/constricted. 

I guess the reason why this was particularly ominous is because I'm leaving for Worlds in 1 day. Alex came down with Strep Throat last week, and as she has never gotten sick before without me following suit,  I realized that this sore throat was not a good sign. Alex had started off feeling just a little bit sick, (like I've felt all day) but gradually got worse, until after almost a week of die-age she finally went on antibiotics, and has sloooowly been getting better. I don't have a week to get better.

Nonetheless I got up in the morning, went down to the lake, and set up my transition. We were going to do a lake swim, with a few short Bricks, then a longish ride followed by a run off the bike. All decked out in my wetsuit, bright pink silicone cap, and goggles, I went to my coach to tell him that I wasn't feeling the greatest. 

Now I don't usually do this. In normal circumstances I would have put on that wetsuit, HTFU'ed and suffered my way through the workouts. One of my friends says that my horrible athlete-to-coach communication skills is because I am wimp. He says that I am obedient to a fault, and that I never stand up for myself. That's why the newest girl in his life is better than me- cause she has balls... and I don't. (Kidding! ;)
but Perhaps what he says is true. 
Perhaps it is because I come from a swimming background where the athletes were expected to come to every workout regardless of how sick they were (fevers were the exception.. and maybe puking- only if it would cause the pool to get evacuated though). And the coaches didn't accept excuses. 
Perhaps it is because I don't want to make excuses for myself. Perhaps because I never want to disappoint others.  I don't really know why I usually choose not to complain, but I figure that I have a lot of growing up to do still, so I'll figure it all out eventually...

ok back to the story. I told PK that I wasn't feeling the greatest, and he told me to take the day off.  Apparently I should have talked to him before taking 10 minutes to get my wetsuit on. But Pat told me to use the opportunity to practice wetsuit removals since I suck hardcore at wetsuit stripping. But, even dry, I still sucked. So I kept practicing until I got in trouble by the coaches when they came back, half an hour later, to find me running around in my bathing suit instead of resting. On my way home I stopped at Planet Organic to find something to make me healthy. I was hoping for a sweet Pomegranate drink or something like that, but I didn't really see anything, so I bought $38 worth of Spirulina tablets (to go with my multi-vitamin, vitamin C, vitamin D, calcium, iron, and immuno booster that are part of my daily ritual), and went to Starbucks instead (more reasons why I really do need to find a job... sigh). In Thriftys I found some dark chocolate covered golgi berries though! But on my way out of the store a nearby pub burnt down, and the 30+ minute detour that ensued in Ma Boiling Jeep, made my golgi berries all melty.  This was when I came to the conclusion that I was bored. Not sure what to do about this newly discovered sentiment- I stopped to pick up a movie from Blockbuster. As I came out of the store I realized I couldn't find my keys. Sure enough, they were sitting on the driver's seat in my locked car.  Dozily trying to decide what to do next I realized that I had left my window open a bit too much (I've been a little out of it today). So I stuck the dvd and my wallet on top of the jeep, jammed my arm through the window, unlocked the door, and drove off. As I was nearly home I heard something sliding on top of my roof. Shit. 
Luckily my wallet was still there! The dvd was missing though, so I turned around to do a U-ey and a nice man drove up to hand me my flying movie. He said one of the disks had flown out of the case, and was run over by a car. It was the special features disk though, so I can still watch the movie, and maybe the blockbuster people won't notice one missing disk ha.... 

So that was my day... I went to the doctor, and they confirmed that I have Strep throat. As you can tell I wasn't feeling too too sick- when you're really really sick you usually feel too crappy to really notice boredom. 
 But now I think the Strep Throat is finally beginning to do its job. 

 So now I plan on listening to some Jack Johnson, and legs up the wall until bedtime. Calm my mind. Breath.
 But it seems like even though everything was going wrong today, it all turned out all right in the end. 
And I think my next couple weeks are going to be like this too ( The turning out all right part). 

Night Kids. 

Warning.

My coach wisely told me today, "Kyla your mind is too busy, take some time to do a little gentle yoga, breath.. calm your mind." This was a very true comment, so if this post (my very first one!) seems to be filled with lots of  off-topic digressions from my intended story, that is because I'm All Over The Place Today!!! So I apologize in advance. 

Our team's blog is awesome. I love all the race-reports, and you-tube videos, and Stevo's amazing positivity no matter how crappy the day actually was. Since I've been a part of the NTC blog since October (or something like that..) I thought maybe it was time to do my part. I don't really expect that I will do a very good job of keeping up with blogging though beecccccaaaaaauuussse 
a) I have enough trouble keeping up with my workout log as it is. (Even with PK on my back letting me know if ever I miss a day ;)
and 
b) The truth is... the idea of blogging only came to me today because I'm bored. That and because my mind is smack dab in the middle of rush-hour traffic- very busy, but not going anywhere.
So as a warning: the blog of Kyla Coates will most likely just be random insights into my life rather than regular updates like D'em True Bloggers Do!

I think I'll talk about my day in another post though because I've come to the realization that when people see veeeeerrry verrrry long letters/articles/pieces of writing they have the tendency to either not read it all, or skim through it. I have a little inkling of a feeling that this might be one of those really really long posts. So to amp up the anticipation, I'll leave you there dear readers. (although I seriously doubt anyone will actually read this because I've had this blog since october (or something like that..) and not written anything up until now, so it's unlikely anybody will think that has changed.) 
There is a word for when you leave your readers hanging to keep them interested... 
...but I forget what it is. 
So goodbye for the next ten minutes.