tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62281702011-07-01T07:33:18.542-07:00New-ier and improve-ier for 2007.Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comBlogger2781100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-36508929562854227652011-07-01T07:31:00.000-07:002011-07-01T07:33:18.554-07:00

Breakfast: eggs scrambled in coconut butter w tomato and hot sauce; coffee w coconut milkLunch: spaghetti squash with meatballs, green pepper strips, blackberriesSnack: apple and almondsDinner: chicken spinach curry over cauliflower riceSnack: fruit salad, coconut butter

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-20769995980358790022011-06-30T13:48:00.000-07:002011-06-30T13:51:49.023-07:00

Morning schedule was all screwed up with a prenatal appt. 19 weeks, everything looks good."Breakfast" #1: macadamia nuts, blackberries, coffee w coconut milk"Breakfast" #2: cabbage "ceviche" (chopped veggies w shrimp and lime -- SUPER yummy, will make again)Lunch: Salad, grilled chicken, avocado, tomato, onion, bacon-as-condiment :)Dinner: Meatballs w spaghetti squash, zucchiniSnack: Almond and

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-64728624490221680352011-06-29T12:47:00.000-07:002011-06-29T12:48:48.389-07:00

I've already gone 8 weeks with no sugar, no grain. It seems a leeeeettle bit unfair that cutting out the small amount of dairy (butter, cheese) and artificial sugar that I was eating, should still mean that I get withdrawal headaches!Grrrr!

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-78814442704602082612011-06-29T08:24:00.001-07:002011-06-29T08:26:24.121-07:00

10% done!Breakfast: 3 eggs scrambled in 1 tsp coconut oil, avocado, hot sauce, 12 oz coffee w 2 T coconut milkLunch: roast beef w steamed carrots, mixed greens w cucumbers, olives, green peppers, and tomatoes, topped with balsamic vinaigrette and olive oilSnack: turkey breast slices and baby carrotsDinner: chicken breast w buffalo seasoning, strawberriesSnack: almond and coconut butter from a

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-91207490314372552022011-06-28T07:27:00.000-07:002011-06-28T07:30:09.068-07:00

Breakfast: 3 eggs scrambled in 1 tsp coconut oil, 1/2 avocado, 1 tomato, 12 oz coffee, 2 T coconut milkLunch: leftover cabbage w meatballsSnack: 1 c snap peas, 2 oz turkeyDinner: grilled chicken over salad greens w mango salsaSnack: 5 date-almond balls, 2 T coconut butter

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-7892311662933314512011-06-28T07:24:00.000-07:002011-06-28T07:27:24.820-07:00

Breakfast: 2 eggs poached in tomato sauce, prosciutto, arugula, water, coffee, 2 T coconut milkLunch: 4 oz turkey, 1 red bell pepper cut in slices, smoothie made w 1/4 banana, 1/2 c coconut milk, strawberries, raspberries, and spinachSnack: 3 dates, handful almondsDinner: Deconstructed cabbage rolls -- beef/pork/onion/almond/egg meatballs (4 oz) in tomato sauce over sauteed cabbage

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-37756020515157471872007-08-27T12:18:00.000-07:002007-08-27T12:20:15.215-07:00

Boss: You know, talking with [Big Boss] always leaves me feeling so. . . refreshed.VG: Um. . . it does?Boss: Yes! Because he is a great big douche.

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-53455995401858439782007-08-27T08:49:00.000-07:002007-08-27T08:50:32.277-07:00

A rocking swim, a solid bike, and a great marathon -- BIG BIG props for your awesome finish at IronMan Louisville!

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-38201652206343590112007-08-21T13:53:00.000-07:002007-08-21T13:56:26.705-07:00

Doughy Client: Whoa! Are you sure you're feeling okay? You're looking really. . . gaunt.VG: Yeah, well, I was out sick pretty much all last week. I lost a bit of weight.Doughy Client: Man, I feeling like telling you that you look like you need to eat more, and that's something I thought I'd NEVER have to say to you.VG:

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-53332348533408727422007-08-16T10:58:00.000-07:002007-08-20T15:19:37.941-07:00

On Tuesday, Nadine, the lovely PA very sweetly and sympathetically patted me and told me, "Go home. Try to rest. Try to stay hydrated. This is going to suck. Call if your fever doesn't go down in the next two days."Way to give it to me straight, Nadine.So, I went home. And I had shakes. And night sweats. And a fever that, ultimately, a good cycling of Tylenol and ibuprofen could only bring down

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-21459985574587544202007-08-14T07:36:00.001-07:002007-08-14T07:37:45.931-07:00

See, this is what I get for posting on my blog and being all "I sort of have my shit together. . . la-di-da!"Two days of fever and lower back pain. Am going to urgent care to pharm myself up as soon as possible.*sigh*

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-60231609495252904512007-08-13T07:13:00.000-07:002007-08-13T07:33:31.344-07:00

So, I um. . . took a break. From the blogging.And kind of also, from the training. But! I am still training in a half-assed sort of way, and also racing, using that same genre.I have not set any PRs (well, except for the "new" race that I did yesterday with the whack distances, which. . . automatic PR, baybee! Yeah!)I have been working. A lot. "A lot" like, when I put my two year old to bed, she

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-86714235635805503722007-06-04T06:57:00.000-07:002007-06-04T07:02:59.432-07:00

Sometimes, you know from the moment you wake up that your workout is going to su-hu-huck.Sometimes, it does.And sometimes, afterwards, you don't have the perspective to be wise and long-view and sage about it, and all you can do is curse the stupid workout and your stupid failure of a body and your pathetic tendency to care so much and wrap up so much of your worth in one workout.And then

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-86216123953437854412007-05-18T12:57:00.000-07:002007-05-18T13:23:12.742-07:00

Let me 'splain.No, there is too much. Let me sum up. Boys, you might want to look away. This is kinda icky.First, there was training. It was slack-y training, but it was training nonetheless.Then, The Weez went on a business trip.Then, there was lots and lots of abdominal pain. And also bleeding. Lots and lots of bleeding.Next, there was the (very unexpected) positive pregnancy test. This was

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-34371197801169244102007-05-04T09:19:00.000-07:002007-05-04T09:22:43.716-07:00

Well. . . what do we have here?Is this a. . .wait. . . is this MY blog? Really? When did THIS get here?My training and racing is a wee bit up in the air at the moment, due to some whack-ass factors that are almost entirely outside of my control. I promise that I will stop being all mysterious and finally POST dammit when I get more info.But I've gotta go for a run now. :)Good luck to everyone at

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-90102420358730107222007-02-19T19:39:00.000-08:002007-02-19T19:42:47.245-08:00

So, the company that is my main client has offshored most of their IT function. The new folks can't figure out how to effectively keep up with patch maintenance and virus prevention. So, they disabled any access to anything that is remotely "message-board" in nature.It's not that I don't love y'all. 'Cuz I totally do.I'm just being kept down by the incompetents.However, I did one hard-ass run and

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-52035187848558856812007-02-13T07:42:00.000-08:002007-02-11T15:40:22.157-08:00

My new bike shoes came today. My new pedals should be here soon (Flatman is da cooles')I am SUCH a gear whore.

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-80199972479524756062007-02-11T15:38:00.000-08:002007-02-08T08:31:04.645-08:00

Three women, grandma-types, giggling in the shower and singing "Doncha wish your girlfriend was HOT like me!" after their BodyPump class.How cool is that?

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-19042590537143486502007-02-08T07:53:00.000-08:002007-02-08T07:52:59.442-08:00

I thought someday, I might be ready for it. But. . . this. This was just too soon.I feel confused. And more than a little dirty. I don't think there's enough hot water and scrubbing to remove the stain from my soul.It wasn't at all how I'd imagined it -- I had wanted it to be exciting, beautiful, opening new possibilities in our togetherness. Instead, I was forced to share new parts of myself,

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1170862073146315282007-02-07T07:07:00.000-08:002007-02-07T07:27:53.160-08:00

The answer to your question about "how do you know when your body is recovered from sickness" is DEFINITELY not "play a highly competitive volleyball match where you're the only setter and your team passes like crap."Lungs. Burning.

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1170697744534580252007-02-05T09:22:00.000-08:002007-02-05T09:49:04.550-08:00

And yet, I still barely managed to slog through 30 minutes on one yesterday without wheezing and wishing just a little bit for death. RSV is a very serious illness in small children. It's not similarly life-threatening in adults, but don't think for a minute that it doesn't make it a straight-up beeyotch when you have it. I am wondering if I've given in to the virus too much, and my body is now

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1170281380458545902007-01-31T13:58:00.000-08:002007-01-31T14:09:40.473-08:00

Because the plague that's descended upon mine house, and the resultant non-training and pissed-offed-ness is totally harshing my muse, yo.Siren tagged me with a very sweet triathlon meme!1. Describe a memory from your first triathlon ever.How inspiring it was to be surrounded by rack after rack after rack of fit, energetic women. (That's BIKE rack, like in a transition area, you dirty birdies.)2.

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1169575161228998842007-01-23T09:51:00.000-08:002007-01-23T09:59:21.246-08:00

Riding on my trainer reminded me of an issue that I had last year, but never really resolved. And it's back again, and it's quite unpleasant, and I know that there's someone out in there in my knowledgeable readership who can help me.When I ride my bike, my wrists hurt. A lot. Technically, I guess it's the heel of my palm that hurts, but there's kind of a wrap-around thing going on there, too.

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1169520273211941482007-01-22T18:34:00.000-08:002007-01-22T18:44:33.230-08:00

My Friends Inside The Innernets are having a Valentine's Day craft exchange. It's sort of like a Secret Santa, but with a Valentine-y theme and a crafty Martha-ness quotient thrown in. And, y'all -- I am not just an aspiring tri-diva. I am ALSO an aspiring crafty chick. But, in craft as in tri, I am a mid-packer at best.However, THIS time, in a feat of amazing having-my-shit-togetherness, I

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1169225759473125692007-01-19T08:51:00.000-08:002007-01-19T08:55:59.476-08:00

Blogger has bent to my will!I got my ass of out bed and swam this morning! AND I'm going to take a late lunch and go run!I will be eating carne asada, freshly-made guacamole, and fajita salad for dinner tonight, and STILL be well within my nutritional guidelines for the day!My skinny jeans once again are fitting without doing that weird fold-y thing at the waist!You SO wish you were me right now.

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1169179433706799342007-01-18T20:01:00.000-08:002007-01-18T20:03:53.720-08:00

I just got off of my poor, neglected Grey Lady, after my first-ever trainer ride. Which I turned down an invitation for cocktailing with a very good friend to do. Then, I did core work.And now, I'm going to go write a client proposal. And get up in the morning and swim.Okay. I think I'm starting to find the "habit memory" again. I like it.

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1169067030323330582007-01-17T12:49:00.000-08:002007-01-17T12:50:30.323-08:00

How much do I hate the "WYSI(N!)WYG" Blogger interface?So. Stinkin'. Much.

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1169050756869458952007-01-17T07:53:00.000-08:002007-01-17T08:19:21.043-08:00

Maybe you're curious about the NUUN active hydration stuff that keeps popping up on all of the raceAthlete-affiliated sites. Maybe you're someone who's experienced. . . um. . . gastro-intestinal distress whenever you use Gatorade during longer workouts or races. Maybe you're someone who would be considered a "salty" athlete -- that is, someone who perspires a.lot.And maaaaybe you're someone who

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1168969933640255702007-01-16T09:42:00.000-08:002007-01-16T09:52:13.656-08:00

So, training got derailed a little bit last week. Because I idolize Bold with every fiber of my being, I even went so far as to kill off a grandparent to be more like him. Probably, it would've been MORE effective to, y'know, get my ass in the pool, but whaddayagonnado? My Grandma Charlie passed away at the age of 83, from the effects of surgery to remove a spinal blood clot. She was an amazing,

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1168545060461928652007-01-11T11:48:00.000-08:002007-01-11T11:51:00.476-08:00

Lest you think to yourself: "Self, Veeg SAYS she's a dork. And sure, she's got all that spreadsheet stuff going on over there. But. . . any REAL dork would have graphy stuff all up in their posts!"I say unto thee: "Behold, the power of technology!"

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1168477174238307252007-01-10T16:56:00.000-08:002007-01-10T16:59:34.253-08:00

I've added a nutrition sheet to my tracking spreadsheet over to the right. I'm just tracking total calories and macronutrients at the moment. I may consider getting fancy in the future. Right now, it's really just for tracking purposes -- I'll start with the tweaking in a few weeks.

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1168440547172906282007-01-10T06:46:00.000-08:002007-01-10T06:49:07.200-08:00

Hey, lookee here. Actual entries in the blog! Tracking my nutrition! Putting together multiple consecutive days of training! It is AMAZING how very thoroughly any plan beats no plan.

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1168371311052557632007-01-09T11:34:00.000-08:002007-01-09T12:23:20.646-08:00

I remember, I rememberThe water cool yet warmThe little window into peaceThe calm inside the storm;The end can never come too soonI’m wishing it awayBut oftentimes when I am doneI find it’s made my day.I remember, I rememberThe flags of red and whiteI see as I choke out the waterAnd bite back words of spite!The blue and peaceful planes belowThe line of inky tileI chase along the limpid floorRaw

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1168292639085801182007-01-08T13:35:00.000-08:002007-01-08T13:43:59.100-08:00

Um, so this is going to sound kind of dumb. Probably.But, I had a training epiphany today. Courtesy of Big Joe Friel. I was thinking about periodization and it suddenly occurred to me. . . I've been trying to do too much all at once!While anyone who knows me in real life wouldn't find that surprising, the fact that I SHOULDN'T be doing that with my training came both as a shock, and as a welcome

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1168011668070266572007-01-05T07:40:00.000-08:002007-01-05T07:41:08.093-08:00

I *heart* GoogleDocs.2007 Training Schedule.

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1167506695696567012006-12-30T11:09:00.000-08:002006-12-30T11:24:55.710-08:00

Any triathlete with family knows. . . your journey would not be possible without significant support.The Weez was absolutely INCREDIBLE this year. He hung with kids during long bikes and runs without complaint. He endured a wife that stumbled around in pre-dawn hours and passed out cold around 9:00 each night. He remained stoic in the face of many pre-race freak-outs or post-bad-workout meltdowns

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1166735889527919312006-12-21T13:15:00.000-08:002006-12-21T13:18:09.530-08:00

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1166735708968073482006-12-21T13:10:00.000-08:002006-12-21T13:15:09.010-08:00

Small Child waaaaaaaaants a Barbie for Christmas. Very much. A whole lot.The Weez and I are slightly less enthusiastic. In fact, our house rule is that Small Child is not allowed Barbies until she is five.She asked Santa for a Barbie for Christmas. We pointed out, gently, that Santa is aware that the rule in our house is "no Barbies 'til you're five." Which sparked a discussion on an epic scale

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1165693225481278792006-12-09T11:33:00.000-08:002006-12-09T11:40:25.496-08:00

Prelim results: 27:01, 8:42/milePretty, pretty day. Sunny, 20-ish, slight wind out of the southwest. Slippery trail in miles 2 and 3, which was unfortunate both because it kept my pace out of where I wanted it to be, and because the area we were running in was SO beautiful, but I couldn't really appreciate it, since I needed to keep my eyes on the ground at pretty much all times.Finished feeling

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1165460586501368482006-12-06T19:01:00.000-08:002006-12-06T19:03:06.513-08:00

Answer: Absolutely nobody. 

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1165421153454901602006-12-06T07:40:00.000-08:002006-12-06T08:05:53.696-08:00

Triathlon? Whatevah. The holiday season is the ultimate in multi-tasking endurance.I mean, check out this workout schedule:* Wrangling two hyperactive kiddos into holiday garb and posing them to attempt to take holiday-card photos: Level 2. 50 minutes.* Speed-assembling of Christmas tree, with going-to-store-for-more-lights intervals: Level 3. 90 minutes.* Marathon baking session of fudge, sugar

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1165350059279646452006-12-05T12:20:00.000-08:002006-12-05T12:20:59.293-08:00

Why am I so afraid to get back into the pool? I know it's just a big mental hurdle to overcome, and then it will be okay.But right now. . . the hurdle is still firmly in place.

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1165258777731262242006-12-04T10:49:00.000-08:002006-12-04T10:59:37.750-08:00

Or, in my case, first comes a plan, then comes an answer.Apparently, I should've published my race schedule four weeks ago. I posted my race schedule on Wednesday. On Friday, we finally heard an answer from The Potential Big Client.The answer was, "uh, no. Thanks for playing!"Apparently, PBC had planned all along to go with a "consolidated approach" to their IT needs. Which means, "going with one

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1164817982136718612006-11-29T08:07:00.000-08:002006-11-29T08:33:02.260-08:00

Still no definitive word about project/relocation/gigantor-life-changing plans. And by "no definitive word" I mean "no word at all from the big company that holds all the cards and apparently is in no real hurry to, y'know, get ON with it already."But screw that.I registered for a race. Granted, it's a 5K which is in two weeks, but it lit enough of a fire under me to actually think about PLANNING

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1164226774138723632006-11-22T12:13:00.000-08:002006-11-22T12:19:34.160-08:00

I'm SO VERY CLOSE to actually moving forward. One foot. Next foot.And in the meantime, here's a meme. Which is lame, but at least this is a cool meme.01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink02. Swam with wild dolphins03. Climbed a mountain04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive05. Been inside the Great Pyramid06. Held a tarantula07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone08. Said “I love you” and meant

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1163441657671936562006-11-13T10:05:00.000-08:002006-11-13T10:14:17.726-08:00

I'm sick of being in limbo. Sick, sick, sick, SICK. I'm done. I can only control so much (and y'all? That is NOTVERYMUCH). But I'll do what I can. Let preparation meet opportunity, right? And if I'm going to prepare, I need to start getting stuff off of my "don't wanna" and "not gonna" spreadsheet, and put it on the "to-do list."That includes getting myself onto a bike and into the water. Which

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1162571511552268512006-11-03T07:52:00.000-08:002006-11-03T08:34:50.603-08:00

I love how much triathlon just encapsulates life. And, being me, I love drawing the smaller patterns out to a bigger perspective.* Here's the goal. * Here's the plan. Here are the main components. Here are the supporting pieces. * Here are the benchmarks along the way to measure your progress.Do the things on the plan. Don't do them half-assed, or you'll fall short. Don't get too ambitious, or

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1162490218159277812006-11-02T09:43:00.000-08:002006-11-02T09:56:58.190-08:00

"Not knowing was hard. Knowing was harder" -- Toni MorrisonThere are no final answers yet. No contracts. No guarantees.But the initial indicators look promising. And if we want to jump onto that train, we need to start running NOW, or the risk of winding up as rail grease is just too great.Cliche though it is, the journey of a thousand miles beginning with a single step? Absolutely true. I am

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1162310606520004552006-10-31T07:50:00.000-08:002006-10-31T08:03:26.540-08:00

When I was a Wee Veeg, round about six years old, my parents took me to a Toys R Us while on a family trip. We didn't have such stores in my teeny little hometown, and I was completely in awe of all of the magnificence of the aisles and aisles of toys.I'd brought my piggybank money to purchase a toy, but I was so overwhelmed by all of the potentiality laid out in front of me that I was

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. . . when you're busy making other plans.In my case, specifically, training plans.I had my race schedule about 90% dialed-in (spring 30K. early-summer sprint. mid-summer half-IM. late-summer Oly. fall marathon). I had a lot of my training mapping done. I had a base phase juuuuust getting ready to begin.And then the rest of my life had to go blow that all to hell.Weez and I have both been

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Yesterday was two weeks after the marathon. It seems like much longer.This morning, I got up at 5:00, ran 6 miles easy. Nothing hurt. Life is good.Tonight, I will go home and finish a proposal, which involves crunching a lot of numbers and floating a variety of possibilities to see which one sticks. I will also do a LOT of packing.Tomorrow, I will get on a plane, fly to Indianapolis, crunch

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1160707004803795652006-10-12T19:30:00.000-07:002006-10-12T19:36:44.903-07:00

The Chicks Originally uploaded by Veegee. Look at those rotten snugglemuffin faces.Wouldn't YOU want to make them proud?

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Downtime? Is good.I'm taking a look at my 2007 season, and it is ALSO looking good. A lot of really fun stuff coming up. I don't have anything definitive yet, due to some possible mitigating factors that are still out of my control.But, I'm back to doing regular strength-training, and that feels REALLY good. I need to bang out an equitable workout agreement with The Weez, since he was very

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I finished!Technology: YAY!

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I'm three days post-race, and itching to get back to training.Apparently, something I did this year broke my brain.

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I was already awake when my alarm beeped. I'd been lying in bed, staring into the semi-blackness for. . . I don't know how long, really. Maybe seconds? Maybe hours? It didn't matter.It was time.Although I'd obsessed about it and turned it over in my head for days (in between obsessing about my foot and refreshing weather.com), I still wasn't 100% certain what I should wear. I settled on

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Time from gun: 4:47-ishTime from watch: 4:45-ishUpdate w/ official stats:Overall: 1488/1908Females: 521/740Chip time: 4:45:36Pace: 10:54/mileDay: perfectSmile: hugeRunning: fun

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. . . I will know.I don't know what it is that I'll know, exactly. Maybe something new about myself. Maybe something new about the world. Maybe just that 26.2 miles is a long damn way.I've been getting "good-luck" wishes and emails and texts all day. They're making me a little teary and giddy and nauseated. Drinking lots of water. Stretching. Resting. Planning on an early bedtime tonight.And

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I. . . just. . . seriously. . . WTF?Hmmm. Okay, incoherent ranting probably not that entertaining to read. So, let's back up a bit.Last night, I got home from work. I changed out of my work clothes. I walked into the kitchen to start dinner.And I put my left heel (the heel, btw, of the bruised, battered, not-broken-but-still-sore foot) down on top of a pea-sized glass shard which dug its way

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1159153196422595962006-09-24T19:51:00.000-07:002006-09-24T19:59:56.440-07:00

My taper schedule had a 12-miler on tap for today. After a week off of running altogether, I was itchy.But, The Weez recommended that I halve that distance.Now, Weez is not a coach, or a sports medicine dude, or much of a runner himself. However, he is an accredited VGHE. (That's Vee Gee Headcase Expert, for the uninitiated.) And he pointed out that running until I found out exactly WHERE the

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I want to jump out of my skin. I am worried about the race and have nightmares about it almost every night.I can FEEL my ass getting bigger.But at least I have some time to knit a really cute purse.

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It's not a fracture.And I am going to appreciate the HELL out of every last mile.

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I'm sitting with my foot propped up, wrapped in an Ace bandage, encased in a Ziploc of ice.There's a "concerning dark spot" at the end of my left foot's third metatarsal, underneath the spot that causes the sharp intake of breath when prodded with an examining thumb. The films have been sent off to the radiologist, to determine if the spot is a stress fracture, or a normal "nutritive pathway,"

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So, last night, in addition to foot pain, and foot bruising, there was a good bit of foot swelling. And also a decent bit of impediment in foot motion.Which led The Weez to muse that perhaps I should go to the doctor and get an x-ray and ascertain that the Yogurt-Related Injury is not actually a fracture.Which led to hysterical weeping. Not by The Weez.But, of course I should go get it checked

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12 miles.Race pace on-the-nose.Huh.It's like I actually think I'm going to be able to do this thing.

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So, one of the “symptoms” of taper is apparently Phantom Pains: wherein you, the tapering runner, obsess about each little tick and twinge and worry about its chances for ruining your marathon.Now, I’m not one to skip a step in a mental-breakdown checklist, but I do tend to be somewhat overrational and mind-over-matter about physical ailments. So, in an effort to make sure that I left no facet

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. . . when does one hit that mythical point in training when all of the long miles that they've done w/ the lower heart-rates magically allows them to go faster?Because right about now, I could use some of that magic.Thus far, my heart rate training had allowed me to run for a long, long time without getting above 140. But looking at the data, I am not getting any faster on those long runs.And

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I was afraid beforehand, I will admit it.And it did hurt. And in that hurt, I saw what I have ahead of me on October first. And it is big.But I finished it. And I definitely had six more miles left in my legs.More importantly, I six more miles left in my head.My race is going to be slow. And I cannot guarantee that I will finish, because a lot can happen in those last 6.2 miles. But I am no

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So, yeah. Updating: notsomuch.BUT! I have a very good justification for this. I've discovered that there's a certain level of peril involved with obsessively reading accounts of preparing for a first marathon, especially when combined with my intrinsic need to seek out patterns.And that peril is: you realize that everything that you're experiencing is totally normal, and utterly unoriginal,

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Or should I say, "run, rest, repeat?"Six weeks from yesterday, I will be running my first-ever marathon. It's like my final exam in my year of "I've always wanted to do this." I have no illusions of accomplishing anything other than finishing. But I want to finish strong.So I've been seeing a lot of miles. And a lot of miles are good for my soul. Good for my legs. Good for my clarity.But

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Superstars Originally uploaded by Veegee. First off, a great big THANK YOU shout-out to Iron Pol. If it weren’t for him, I would not have done this race. And although the execution wasn’t perfect (by a long shot, as you will see), I learned SO MUCH about what I’m capable of and how far I’ve come during the course. It was so great to meet you – you were as encouraging and positive and

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. . . really. damn. busy.In the past two weeks I've:a) attempted to shed my SLP* status by running 10 miles at 10,000 feet and following up the summitting of a fourteener with a 2,000 yard swim. b) done some intense blood-pressure training by staying in a two-bedroom condo with my children AND in-laws.c) done some additional intense blood-pressure training by sitting in an airplane next to a 16-

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You need to know this about me: I am a champion sleeper. I can fall asleep anywhere, sleep through anything. I slept between contractions through both labors with my daughters – sans epidural. I’ve slept in bathtubs, in airports, under desks. The night before Spirit of Racine, I could not fall asleep. I dutifully went off to bed at 9:30, lay down, did my mental run-through of T1 and T2 and.

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Since Tall Man got beaten by a chick, he got to play a little v-ball in a skirt. Isn't he purty?

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750 m swim, 13.3 mile bike, 5K runSwim: 23:43.71 (158/238, 50:28/mile pace)T1: 3:20.82Bike: 44:57.20 (148/238, 17.8 pace)T2: 1:10.84Run: 28:14.81 (153/238, 9:06 pace)Overall: 1:41:27.38 (149/238 overall, 7/14 ag)Terrifying swim. Improved bike. Improved run. Yeah. I'll take that.(Oh, and Tall Man's overall time: 1:48:25.46. Heh.)

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Remember thou, my children, yon December last, when first I, Gee of the Vee, agreed to partake of the loss of mental faculties known as triathlon? When my Portly Training Partner, in fury and face-saving-post-snowy-5k-schooling desperation, demanded a rematch at the Spirit of Racine sprint tri?Lo, these many months have seen mine plodding turn to striding. Mine mashing turn to spinning. Mine

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Dear Lemony,You seem to have mistaken my life as of late for an installment in your children’s novels, “A Series of Unfortunate Events.” Example 1: As documented in the post below, I drove my bike into my garage. And when I say “drove,” Lemony, let’s think “pile driver” rather than “piloting.”Example 2: After my Monday-night swim, I had a HORRIBLE night of sleep, and woke up a whole bunch of

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Y'all, I am so traumatized. I had an awesome (if REALLY FREAKIN HOT) ride yesterday on the Spirit of Racine bike course. It was slow, but steady. I loaded my bike back on my roof rack and headed home.When I was almost home, I received a call from my client site. The application that I support was throwing errors, and the data center wanted to know what they should do.I was talking the server

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It cracks me up how you have this mental image of the way you look as you're racing, and then you see the photos of yourself and it's all shot to heck. Veeg says, "What in the HELL do you want?"Veeg's midsection says, "Mmmmmm. Muffin." Veeg says, "Whoo yeah. I SCHMOKED that chick in blue. And now, I must make a face as though I may vomit."I suspect that Danskin will be contacting me

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I rode the route this morning that left me feeling like ass (with a little help from a beyatch of a virus). I've been avoiding it out of superstition and fear ever since. But today, I sacked up. And it was beeyouteeful. 30 miles. 16.somethin pace, including the stop to re-attach my bike bag and all of the waiting for lights (hate). Demons banished, baybee.Tonight, I swim. Tomorrow morning.

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It's Bike To Work Week at my client site. I was planning to make the 16-mile trip this morning, despite the 80% chance of thunderstorms in the forecast. But when I got out to the bike this morning, the front tire's tube had left this mortal coil. And the tubes that I have? Wrong size.There's always tomorrow, right?

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Preamble3:30 is EARLY, yo. I really did not want to get out of bed, but I knew that I had not set a back-up alarm, so there was no “I’ll get up later” available. Had a protein drink and a bottle of water. Waking up way early always does a number on my stomach, and Sunday was no exception. But, I anticipated it, and went with what I knew I could tolerate.Double-checked my bag. Then

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That? Was SO. MUCH. FUN! Is it wrong to be champing at the bit to go train right after you've finished a race?Overall rank: 959 of 3620Class Rank: 145 of 379Swim: 17:31 (rank: 1562)T1: 4:38 (note to self: turn biking gloves right-side out BEFORE you need them)Bike: 43:44 (rank: 1036, MPH: 17.0)T2: 1:56Run: 29:59 (rank: 953, pace: 9:40)

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I'm racked. I'm packed.I took a page from the Book of Bolder and got myself sunburned yesterday. Brilliant!Mis-estimated the amount of rub-off from my wetsuit, AND the number of hours I would need to be standing in line outside.Danskin = one HECK of a lot of women, all crammed into a little area.I'm outta here at 4:15, and I can't stop smiling!

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First off, Iron Pol is the best Tri Big Brother a girl could ever hope for. He gets many, many thanks for all of the encouragement and positive reinforcement!I went out to do my long run yesterday evening, which I was supposed to do last weekend, but family obligations/vacations interfered. So, whaddayagonnado? Adapt and overcome, right? The sun was setting orange in the sky. The sky was

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He showed up in my dream last night.Same “confident, not cocky” smile (an old joke between us: “Crispy, not crunchy. Confident, not cocky.”) Same mischievous twinkle in his eye. Same flecks of early grey around the temples, just underneath the faded Notre Dame cap. Same feelings of being towed along in his presence, without any will of my own.In my dream he says, “Stay and have dinner with me

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I did a 45-minute straight swim last night in which I covered ~1600 yards. (The ~ is because I almost ALWAYS lose track of my lap count, so I end up going back to the last number that I remember for sure, so the yardage is probably slightly more than that, but even so, DANG I'm slow!).Slowness aside, however, I discovered something cool. I had thought that my August tri had a 1500m swim. But it

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Sure, you have what it takes to be an IronMan. But! Do you have what it takes to be. . . an IRONMOMMY?Take this handy-dandy little quiz below to see if you have the right stuff:1) You have a day filled with "must-dos" ahead of you, including a long run, when you hear a telltale liquid splatting sound and a miserable, freaked-out wail from your 15-month-old. Your first thought is:A) Damn. My

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Mama de Veeg: How was your lake swim, honey?Veeg: It was AWESOME! I got kicked in the head and lost my goggles and had to find them and put them back on in the middle of the lake.Mama de Veeg: I think you and I have slightly different definitions of "Awesome."

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Help me out, people, because I am OBVIOUSLY doing something wrong, here.Any time I go "long" (relative to whatever my current volume happens to be), my GI system gets completely whacked afterwards. I work to stay hydrated, take in nutrition, finish the workout feeling good. . . and then inevitably spend the whole rest of the day feeling like I was out doing body shots until bar-time the night

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1150911006971191692006-06-21T10:29:00.000-07:002006-06-21T10:30:07.000-07:00

About a month ago, I was a team member on a women’s multi-day retreat. One of the talks given early in the weekend was about “Ideals.” The questions used to help determine your personal ideals are:1. Where do your thoughts drift?2. Where do you spend your money?3. Where do you spend your time?Since the weekend was supposedly spiritually-focused, I was more than a little embarrassed by my

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Those first awkward, tentative moments. Does that please? Does this? Can I give you a little more? Take you a little further? Breathing faster. Moving together. Blurring the line between pleasure and pain. Give you this, give me that. Heart pounding. Tang of sweat. Pumping. Throbbing. Fasterfasterfaster.Nothing can compare to your first time together.

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Sweet corn and yogurt-topped fruit salad for dinner.Waking to a glorious sunrise.Finding excuses to get outside during the day.Watching my girls tear around the garage on their bikes while I make dinner.A brand new bike of my own. . . . .

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I woke up before my alarm, at 5:30. It was a beautiful, hazy morning. I jumped in the shower (which, admittedly, sounds like a dumb thing to do before a race, but it meant that I had wet hair at the beginning of the run, which was genius, so nyah).For all of y'all who gave me a hard time about 79 degrees and 70-something percent humidity at the beginning of the race not being hot. . . while you

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Really. Stinkin'. Hot.Goal 1: Finish before cutoff time. Done.Goal 2: Finish sub 1:50. Done.Goal 3: Finish sub 1:40. Not quite. Blew up a little after mile 7. Final time: 1:40:47.1And not even DFL in my age-group.

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It’s supposed to be 79 degrees w/ 64% humidity at gun-time tomorrow. I am afeared that I may melt.I drove the course yesterday on my lunch hour. They’ve changed where the finish line is from previous years, so the final mile is a big ol' uphill. Bitches. When I picked up my race packet yesterday, I got butterflies so bad I was afraid that I might throw up in my car. WTF? It is just a run!

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1150230337958271192006-06-13T13:24:00.000-07:002006-06-13T13:25:37.976-07:00

'cuz it's time for the "Ahhhhhhhh. . . FREAK OUT!"This weekend is my first “challenging” race of the season. For me, this year is all about redefining my ideas of myself as an athlete –how consistently I can train, what I can accomplish, where I fit in. I am pleased with the level of fitness that I’ve achieved so far this year. Even with having to take six weeks totally off of running because

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People keep telling me this, over and over again. "You're training for a triathlon? Three triathlons? A marathon? I could NEVER do that."And it makes me crazy, because these are able-bodied, healthy people. They *could.* And it's so many kinds of wrong to give me some kind of recognition for it, as though working out with a schedule and goal in mind somehow makes me a better, more admirable

Veeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04341807011485073741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228170.post-1149111427841996612006-05-31T14:36:00.000-07:002006-05-31T14:37:07.856-07:00

1. What do long-locked triathletes do about their hair? Especially as it pertains to T1? I find wearing any sort of hair tie very uncomfortable under my swim cap, so I use the “twist and pile” method to get my tresses tucked snugly in. . . is it totally dumb-assed to just plan on pulling into a ponytail during transition?2. I have a free-to-a-good-home wetsuit, but it’s a shortie. My

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Mon (sched): S17, B35Mon (actual): R22, S25Tue (sched): S23, R17Tue (actual): B35, S17Wed (sched): R8 milesWed (actual): R10 milesThu (sched): S29Thu (actual): S29Fri (sched): B58Fri (actual): B60Sat (sched): R29Sat (actual): R27Sun: rest

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