Couch to ATHLETE!

Our first van I was messaging with one of my friends while in India, and to describe the driving I wrote this: '... Just crazy driving that has me praying for my life by the millisecond. You see the driving on TV and wonder if that is real? Well they are showing you the rated G version... Especially because I thought I lost my life about 100 times and woke up in driving hell, and then I saw Father's Cheshire cat grin and realized it was all just part of the adventure.' You may be laughing at the description above, but the reality is people endure this driving and traffic daily, just to get to work and make a living. What I learned while in India is that wide, well maintained roads, lane lines,enforced traffic laws, traffic lights, stop signs, parking spaces, etc. are all things that I have taken for granted, living in the United States.  When we arrived in India, our first outstanding driver picked us up from the airport at which point we learned that we w...

It has been a while since I have posted, but it is for good reason, I've been out of town for quite awhile. This vacation also meant that I have taken a break from my training schedule, which will need to begin with incredible intensity this weekend. Since I have taken a bit of an athletic break, I'm also going to take a break from my normal posts to share some stories from the Great India Adventure. As I get more into my half ironman training, I assure you I will get back to the norm, but for now I'm going to enjoy sharing my travel stories with my faithful readers. Since I can remember, I have always wanted to go to India. It has been on my bucket list, but always knew I wanted to go with a native of India, simply to temper some of my nervousness about traveling in a country with such a different culture than I am used to. The opportunity for this trip presented itself unexpectedly. My mom was planning to travel to India with her priest and several other parishione...

Yoga, Yoga, you are no fun; But my doctor says you are the one? I don't want to believe him; but alas I will try... But understand at some point, I will breakdown and cry... I tried a nice video, cause those people were pretty... But I thought better lessons would have come from my kitty... My cat thought it funny that I stretched like a dog... So she taught me new poses that made me look like a hog... During my yoga, sweat suddenly appeared... I thought this was just stretching!!! now I'm 'a feared...' Cow pose, dog pose, frog pose, OH MY!!!!!! Fish pose, monkey pose, locust pose, SIGH!!!! Why, oh why, can't we call it what it is... Flatulence inducing, hard exercise schiz!!! Many props to the yogis, who are limber and strong... If your expecting me to join you, please don't wait very long... Namaste Funny, this pose was NOT on my yoga pose.

The medals In my opinion, there is nothing better than a little running prior to indulging in a huge Thanksgiving dinner! In my opinion, there is nothing worse than paying 40 bucks to run a race, prior to indulging in a huge Thanksgiving dinner... In this situation, what is one to do? Here are the various options... Don't Run!  I mean, is it really that important to get a bit of exercise in prior to eating? There are so many things that have to get done on Thanksgiving, that honestly, there really isn't enough time in the day to cook a turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, cranberries AND set the table, AND clean the bathrooms, AND do the dishes, AND make appetizers, AND run a race... Or is there? Well I can't answer this question because I typically don't do that much stuff, but my mom does... Run alone!  Why would one do this? All the family and friends are around, and so it seems silly to spend time alone. In this case, it might make sense to go back to optio...

My favorite holiday is right around the corner. There is nothing better to me than enjoying my family without any expectations other than just hanging out. Next week, I will get to see all SIX of my nieces and nephews, my parents and all of my siblings in one place. The together time will be short lived, and that is why it is even more important that I enjoy every moment I have with them over the weekend. The next time we are all in one place at once might not have for a year or more. Anyway, I know many people who feel as though being outwardly thankful in November is silly because you should technically be thankful all year round. I would agree with the spirit of that statement, and although I am thankful all year round, I don't necessarily shout from the rooftops because being thankful doesn't have to be public. Just because people choose to be thankful individually, doesn't mean they aren't thankful, they simply are choosing to do it behind the scenes. I like to ...

What? Stuck in the future? Is this even possible? Well, let's take a step back here...  Last week, I was cleaning out another section of my house. While cleaning out, and purging, it is not uncommon to run across old memories. To that point, I happened to run across a CD that was made for me by an ex several years ago. The funny thing is I have never listened to this CD until this past week, in fact I didn't even know it existed until last week. It was a fun find that I have listened to several times at this point. What made me even more curious was that several people asked me if I was going to contact my ex to say thanks for the CD. Why the heck would I do that? It was the past, and it was a wonderful and no so wonderful time all at once. I'm thankful for the time, but reaching out is only something I would do if I were still hanging on to that relationship. At some point you just have to let it go, and let it go I did, several years ago!!! I can certainly be than...

We all have had those moments when we literally feel like our legs have been knocked out from under us. I'll never forget the time I had to do a reading at church, during the most revered priest's funeral mass, with a full house. I felt honored to be chosen to do a reading, but something about that moment gave me weak legs; I literally thought I was going to fall over while walking back to my pew. And then there was that other time when I did my grandma's eulogy... Quivering voice, short of breath, shaky legs, thinking I was going to tip over at any given moment. Maybe it is just funerals that make me feel that way, some could argue, however there have been other random moments of shaky legs... A surprise breakup several years ago, a car crash a couple of weeks ago, a MS diagnosis a couple of years ago, being selected to serve on a jury for a murder trial, forgetting to do that important task at work, having to tell my dad I screwed up (and this has happened countles...