Sunday, September 6, 2015
Crazy Is As Crazy Does
There may not be a force on earth strong enough to fix my cycling skills in time to race Mt. Tam next weekend, but I signed up anyway. Haha... Wish me luck!
I'm a Fixer Upper
Red Kite Racing hosts cycling races all year, but most of them take place on Sundays and, unfortunately, BART doesn't run early enough for us to make it to Pleasanton in time for the 8am starts. The championship, however, is a *two-day* event where the Women's Cat 3/4 final falls on a Saturday *and* since BART has morning service starting at 5am on Saturdays...
Flash forward to September 5th at 5am. We were wishing we had never even heard of cycling. It was more like a race to the snooze button. LOL
Billy and I were still rubbing the sleep out of our eyes when we got to the Fruitvale BART station and almost had side-by-side matching his-and-hers heart attacks because the BART station signs were displaying the wrong destination for the southbound train. We breathed a simultaneous sigh of relief when doors opened to a Dublin/Pleasanton train. Phew!
I'll admit that the start line for this race might've been the most intimidated I've felt on my bike to date. All the biggest dogs in the pack were there donning team threads and looking pretty mean. Then there was me in my short shorts and streamers (which I removed as a precaution - wah!). Turns out that day I didn't even come close to breaking my top two times around this flat smooth one mile loop around the Clorox campus.
I was feeling pretty comfortable hanging on to the back of the pack for the first eight laps. After a little break away, trying to get into the group another cyclist piped up to reprimand me. She was like, "You cornered waaaaaay better that time." Since what she said was actually super constructive and nice *and* she delivered it in a British accent it was actually kinda wonderful hearing from her! I'll take what I can get! Hehe. However, for my next race I think I will install a comment box on my bike in the shape of a middle finger. What do you think?
Thirty minutes into the race. We've gone around in circles ten times.... No crashes. No flats. I wasn't dizzy, tired, or winded! My legs were going, "Would you go already!?!!" Oyoyoy. A friend made her move to the front of the group, but I wasn't on her wheel. In that moment I was 100% sure that if I wanted to have a chance at the top five I needed to be up there with her, but I just didn't go for it. I was afraid if I moved from the back of the pack, I might not make it back in with enough time to corner safely. Ugh!
I got 10th. Here are the official results:
http://ontheday.net/2015/redkite_finale/women_cat34/results/
With 54 points overall I am actually 24th out of over 100 cyclists in the series even though I only raced twice. So, that ain't bad, but better luck next year, right?!?! Ahaha. So, I guess I'm a bit of a fixer upper:
Flash forward to September 5th at 5am. We were wishing we had never even heard of cycling. It was more like a race to the snooze button. LOL
Billy and I were still rubbing the sleep out of our eyes when we got to the Fruitvale BART station and almost had side-by-side matching his-and-hers heart attacks because the BART station signs were displaying the wrong destination for the southbound train. We breathed a simultaneous sigh of relief when doors opened to a Dublin/Pleasanton train. Phew!
I'll admit that the start line for this race might've been the most intimidated I've felt on my bike to date. All the biggest dogs in the pack were there donning team threads and looking pretty mean. Then there was me in my short shorts and streamers (which I removed as a precaution - wah!). Turns out that day I didn't even come close to breaking my top two times around this flat smooth one mile loop around the Clorox campus.
I was feeling pretty comfortable hanging on to the back of the pack for the first eight laps. After a little break away, trying to get into the group another cyclist piped up to reprimand me. She was like, "You cornered waaaaaay better that time." Since what she said was actually super constructive and nice *and* she delivered it in a British accent it was actually kinda wonderful hearing from her! I'll take what I can get! Hehe. However, for my next race I think I will install a comment box on my bike in the shape of a middle finger. What do you think?
Thirty minutes into the race. We've gone around in circles ten times.... No crashes. No flats. I wasn't dizzy, tired, or winded! My legs were going, "Would you go already!?!!" Oyoyoy. A friend made her move to the front of the group, but I wasn't on her wheel. In that moment I was 100% sure that if I wanted to have a chance at the top five I needed to be up there with her, but I just didn't go for it. I was afraid if I moved from the back of the pack, I might not make it back in with enough time to corner safely. Ugh!
I got 10th. Here are the official results:
http://ontheday.net/2015/redkite_finale/women_cat34/results/
With 54 points overall I am actually 24th out of over 100 cyclists in the series even though I only raced twice. So, that ain't bad, but better luck next year, right?!?! Ahaha. So, I guess I'm a bit of a fixer upper:
Friday, September 4, 2015
Oakland Triathlon Festival :: Race Report
Conversations with friends the week leading up to this race mostly aimed at answering the very difficult question of which cause to support on the podium if, I mean - ahem, ahem - *when* I won... Oh, you know, things I truly believe in like:
1. Helmets
2. Bidets (unfortunately I couldn't come up with TOTO merch in time for the race)
3. "Save the whales" (went out the window when local news broke last week...)
4. SweetWARE (nah, we don't have hats)
Well, on Friday while packing up a beat-up backpack with race day necessities guess whose warrior eyes were staring up at me from the bottom of my t-shirt drawer??? That's right... This guy:
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| "Worf be with you"......... "And, with you." |
What?!?! It's not like I yelled, "Prime directive!" as I crossed the finish line or anything... Okay, okay, I *did* have a speech prepared in Klingon...... but I guess speeches when you win your age group is not a thing so Qapla'!
Anyways.......... As most of you already know, the buildup for this race was kinda insane. ALL YEAR, yes, that's right - *all year* - I've been working toward this goal and I didn't even have a bib until the day before the race. Haha - crazy right?!? The wonderful people who run the Oakland Triathlon Festival made an exception and allowed me to transfer a bib from another OTC member over to my name last-minute. Woot!
Everything was going according to plan. Bib, check. Wetsuit rental, check. Clean bike, check. Well-rested, well-nourished, check, check.
The morning of the race was like clockwork. Pre-race was a breeze. I even pooped on schedule. Ha!
Sorry, TMI.
It was pitch black when Billy and I rode down to the start and it was still mostly dark when I set up my transition area. We were both looking around, like, "Holy shit, is it raining??" We could barely believe it! It was, indeed, drizzling....... in Oakland...... for the first time in almost a year. That's supposed to be *good* luck, right?!?! I'm pretty sure that at that point everyone racing was thinking the exact same thing: "First rain of the season = bike course slip-n-slide."
Billy walked down to the start line with me. Time to get my wetsuit on! That's when it really hit... that oh-so-familiar-you're-about-to-swim pit in my stomach. I burped/whispered to Billy, "There's a lot of fast people here." He kept me thinking positively though, like always, making me laugh and putting my thought process back on an upward trajectory. Before too long I was like, "I'm glad I went to the course previews" and "Hey - I get to ride my bike after this!" Billy is the best.
The ramp down to the dock felt super strange. Did anyone else notice that there wasn't a realistic sense of urgency to get in the water??? Maybe it was just me, but it seemed like there were a TON of people just standing around arms crossed with expressions on their faces like "Someones gonna have to push me in 'cause I ain't gettin' in that water." Needless to say, that group was still swimming up when the horn blew for the start. Yikes! I was one of the lucky ones who got between those buoys just in time to pee my wetsuit. YES - winning again, see? Pattern. ;)
Okay, this is where I actually do a race report, I swear.
Swim (Distance .6mi :: Time 23:52 :: Mantra "It's not.... about... the whale.")
The next twenty-four minutes was a total nightmare! I've already tapped most of it out (with my sissy who just learned EMDR - perfect timing btw). What I *do* remember is a faint feeling of....... eternity?? There were moments when I considered just turning around and going back, or swimming to shore, or hitching a ride on a nearby boat. I was aware enough to try to draft off fast people a few times, but I couldn't keep up steam long enough for that to work effectively. About a quarter of the way through I started breaking into breast stroke every 200 meters or so just like "UGH! Why am I doing this again???" At one point - about half way through - a guy swimming diagonally across the course straight punched me in the face. I was like, "Wrong sport, dude!" Owie.
I *may* be making this sound slightly worse then it was. I don't know. I was trying *so* hard to tire out my arms without hyperventilating it's possible that I actually hit a stride... Other positives:
1. I didn't swallow very much water.
2. I was able to breathe bilaterally (kinda cool)
... and most importantly!
3. I made it to the dock. Ahahah!
Ramp, shoes, go! Billy and Keenan were cheering for me right before the pedestrian overpass. Billy yelled, "10!" Best husband. He had counted the number of women with my color cap ahead of me.
Time to start taking numbers...
I *may* be making this sound slightly worse then it was. I don't know. I was trying *so* hard to tire out my arms without hyperventilating it's possible that I actually hit a stride... Other positives:
1. I didn't swallow very much water.
2. I was able to breathe bilaterally (kinda cool)
... and most importantly!
3. I made it to the dock. Ahahah!
Ramp, shoes, go! Billy and Keenan were cheering for me right before the pedestrian overpass. Billy yelled, "10!" Best husband. He had counted the number of women with my color cap ahead of me.
Time to start taking numbers...
Bike (Distance 12mi :: Time 35:20 :: Mantra "I've got a perfect machine.")
Yes, bike hug! I started over-taking people right away (even though the course was slick). A guy peeled out right behind me on the first turn, so, that was a good reality check. I slowed waaaaaaaaaay down for most of the corners.
Everyone was feeling the rain. There were a lot of cold volunteers out there that day and someone told me there were something like 20 crashes on the bike course. Oy! The conditions slowed down a lot of otherwise very fast people. No surprise that the woman who won the sprint was from Great Britain and going to school in Boston - so probably the most comfortable with rain... Excuses, excuses! I know, but seriously though, you could tell who the Californians were because we were riding around like "What's this wet stuff?" Ha!
I averaged 20mph according to my garmin. A little extra oomph from Billy and Keenan rounding the corner to T2 and, boom, 5k between me and the finish line, baby! This transition was quick as a wink.
So I have this goo... Cue the over-analysis. What now? WWWD (What Would Worf Do)??? Aaaaargh! I ate some goo and then obsessed about what to do with the sticky half-eaten packet in my sweaty little palm for the next 10 minutes. Meanwhile, my legs felt like two piles of bricks and the only people in my sights were men and U20 girls.
Back to the mantra.
I was feeling good about my pace when my GPS beeped (2 miles down, 1 to go) and two women blew by me like I was standing still; first, a 31-year-old wearing a black top and black compression socks and then a 27-year-old in a bright orange top. That's when I heard Christina yelling from her car window, "Goooooo, Amy!!!! Woooooo!!! Goooooo Amy!" My legs had just enough left to get up and down those stupid stairs and sprint the last 200 meters. After crossing the finish line, I looked and looked for this woman in black but I could not find her anywhere. I figured she must've just kept running like Forest Gump or something... She's probably half way to Texas by now, and such a pity - honestly - because I wanted to ask her about what kinds of steroids I need to start taking. ;)
So, I don't know what happened to Kris Blum, but I guess I got 2nd in my age group and 13th overall. Weird results, but I was satisfied with the race! It felt great to be up on the podium and surrounded by my biggest supporters (Billy, Mom, Dad, Chrissy, Sarah, and Henry!). We all high-tailed it to Hob Nob in Alameda after for bottomless mimosas and banana pancakes. YUM! I'd been looking forward to those pancakes all year... They taste *so much* like, oh, how you say?? In my country we call it.... ah yes - winning! Hehe.
Everyone was feeling the rain. There were a lot of cold volunteers out there that day and someone told me there were something like 20 crashes on the bike course. Oy! The conditions slowed down a lot of otherwise very fast people. No surprise that the woman who won the sprint was from Great Britain and going to school in Boston - so probably the most comfortable with rain... Excuses, excuses! I know, but seriously though, you could tell who the Californians were because we were riding around like "What's this wet stuff?" Ha!
I averaged 20mph according to my garmin. A little extra oomph from Billy and Keenan rounding the corner to T2 and, boom, 5k between me and the finish line, baby! This transition was quick as a wink.
Run (Distance 3.1mi :: Time 22:13 :: Mantra "Elbows back. Knees up.")
Back to the mantra.
I was feeling good about my pace when my GPS beeped (2 miles down, 1 to go) and two women blew by me like I was standing still; first, a 31-year-old wearing a black top and black compression socks and then a 27-year-old in a bright orange top. That's when I heard Christina yelling from her car window, "Goooooo, Amy!!!! Woooooo!!! Goooooo Amy!" My legs had just enough left to get up and down those stupid stairs and sprint the last 200 meters. After crossing the finish line, I looked and looked for this woman in black but I could not find her anywhere. I figured she must've just kept running like Forest Gump or something... She's probably half way to Texas by now, and such a pity - honestly - because I wanted to ask her about what kinds of steroids I need to start taking. ;)
Kidding!
Anyways, the unofficial results said I got first in my age group! I didn't argue with anyone when they called me up to the podium, but I know in my heart that there was a 31-year-old who beat me! I was partly relieved when I saw her name above mine in the electronic results... Not crazy. You're not crazy. Who are you talking to?? [looking around] Oh me? What?!?!? No. Totally sane here...............
So, I don't know what happened to Kris Blum, but I guess I got 2nd in my age group and 13th overall. Weird results, but I was satisfied with the race! It felt great to be up on the podium and surrounded by my biggest supporters (Billy, Mom, Dad, Chrissy, Sarah, and Henry!). We all high-tailed it to Hob Nob in Alameda after for bottomless mimosas and banana pancakes. YUM! I'd been looking forward to those pancakes all year... They taste *so much* like, oh, how you say?? In my country we call it.... ah yes - winning! Hehe.
A loooooong list of unofficial coaches guided me this year and I'm grateful to all of them. The OTC coaches *especially* have made me fear the water less and less. Many OTC members were in the top three for their age groups for the Sprint and Olympic distances and that's enough to make a local girl's heart sing the TNG theme:
Other standouts from Saturday:
1. The woman who got second overall in the Sprint was 54! Amazing, right?
2. Check out these two ladies (Mary Cantini Norkin and Betsy Bikle - both in their 70s - what?)! Can you imagine being 72 and finding out that you *didn't* win your age group?!?! Eyeye...
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1. The woman who got second overall in the Sprint was 54! Amazing, right?
2. Check out these two ladies (Mary Cantini Norkin and Betsy Bikle - both in their 70s - what?)! Can you imagine being 72 and finding out that you *didn't* win your age group?!?! Eyeye...
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Okay, that's all for now. More later.
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Buckling Down
The Oakland Triathlon Festival is less than a week away! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's way past crunch time.
When we returned from our vacation in July, I sat down with a calendar and a pen and planned workouts for the next six weeks (with bolded margin notes for an elimination diet and exclamation points indicating a *very* generous taper to look forward to). Hehe... Last week, when I wasn't training my tail off, I thoroughly snooped all the best times in my age group from last year. With the added confidence I gained from that, I've finally started telling people my goals (manifesting my desire to win): make it on the podium for my age group and/or set the course record on the bike (breaking 37:13). I feel ready!
This Sunday marked my last open water swim before the showdown. I met up to swim (sans wetsuit) in the Oakland estuary with a group of other grown women who will cry - LIKE ME! - if they don't win! Ahahahah... The water was totally great! Even warmer than the water at Crab Cove or Aquatic Park (possibly due to radioactivity?? Not sure). Ha!
The rest of this week I have easy runs and rides with mini intervals at race pace to remind my body to get ready to go fast on Saturday morning! Off time will be spent practicing transitions, eating clean and dreaming of the top of the podium. Oh! I also have to clean my machine...
Blah blah blah here is the schedule of events in case you would like to join the festivities:
6:46am Sprint Race Start
7:00am International Race Start
9am-1pm Expo, Food, Beer, and Live Music
10:30am Sprint Awards Ceremony & Raffle
11:30am Olympic Awards Ceremony & Raffle
1pm Post Race Party Complete
Maybe I'll see you at the race? :)
When we returned from our vacation in July, I sat down with a calendar and a pen and planned workouts for the next six weeks (with bolded margin notes for an elimination diet and exclamation points indicating a *very* generous taper to look forward to). Hehe... Last week, when I wasn't training my tail off, I thoroughly snooped all the best times in my age group from last year. With the added confidence I gained from that, I've finally started telling people my goals (manifesting my desire to win): make it on the podium for my age group and/or set the course record on the bike (breaking 37:13). I feel ready!
This Sunday marked my last open water swim before the showdown. I met up to swim (sans wetsuit) in the Oakland estuary with a group of other grown women who will cry - LIKE ME! - if they don't win! Ahahahah... The water was totally great! Even warmer than the water at Crab Cove or Aquatic Park (possibly due to radioactivity?? Not sure). Ha!
The rest of this week I have easy runs and rides with mini intervals at race pace to remind my body to get ready to go fast on Saturday morning! Off time will be spent practicing transitions, eating clean and dreaming of the top of the podium. Oh! I also have to clean my machine...
Blah blah blah here is the schedule of events in case you would like to join the festivities:
Saturday, August, 29, 2015 – Race Day
5:00am Transition Open6:46am Sprint Race Start
7:00am International Race Start
9am-1pm Expo, Food, Beer, and Live Music
10:30am Sprint Awards Ceremony & Raffle
11:30am Olympic Awards Ceremony & Raffle
1pm Post Race Party Complete
Maybe I'll see you at the race? :)
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Swimming Milestone #3
In preparation for the Oakland Triathlon Festival (coming up August 29th!), last Friday I swam a half mile in open water at the Dolphin Club in San Francisco. A half a mile! Yay. Sure, I stopped to cough up water *and* caught myself swimming in the total opposite direction of where I wanted to go a couple of times, but all in all, it was a success!
This workout starts with a 4 mile bike ride from the Embarcadero BART station along the wharf. The touristy hustle and bustle down there is always entertaining and merits a mention on this blog because it's a segment that I always look forward to riding for various reasons. From Pier 29 to Ghirardelli Square, the sidewalks are flooded with droves of tourists from all over the world walking around taking pictures and noticing everything (which turns this run-of-the-mill ride into a kind of parade of urban American traffic). Instead of cutting off tour buses, I all of the sudden feel like waving to them (Miss Oakland style of course: elbow, elbow, wrist, wrist, middle finger... ooops! jk). One time I was overwhelmed with the urge to just start chanting USA USA USA! Haha.... Anyway, I don't know why I'm so weird, but I enjoy the idea of sending tourists home with crazy cyclist stories. :)
Back to the swim though - the first time I went to the Dolphin Club was before my second tri and I barely made it to the first buoy and back. The second time, two Fridays ago, I went with a friend who encouraged me the whole time. She was like, yay, first buoy! Yay. Second buoy... ONE MORE BUOY! ...and so on and so forth. She helped me prove to myself that the distance was possible. So, this last Friday I finally did the whole 1/2 mile by myself. Definitely a milestone! So that felt great. Woohoo!
I love the Dolphin Club so much now! The water is 68 degrees and has an absolutely gorgeous view of the Golden Gate bridge. Also, in addition to the beautiful swim and the wild ride that gets me there, the sauna there is incredible (that is a story for another blog post though - hehe!). I'm hoping a few more open water swims is enough to get me ready for race day. The Oakland Tri Fest Sprint has a swim of .6 miles which will be the most swimming I've ever done in a race! Eyeyey. Oh my gosh... I have butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it!
Alright - that's all for now. More later!
This workout starts with a 4 mile bike ride from the Embarcadero BART station along the wharf. The touristy hustle and bustle down there is always entertaining and merits a mention on this blog because it's a segment that I always look forward to riding for various reasons. From Pier 29 to Ghirardelli Square, the sidewalks are flooded with droves of tourists from all over the world walking around taking pictures and noticing everything (which turns this run-of-the-mill ride into a kind of parade of urban American traffic). Instead of cutting off tour buses, I all of the sudden feel like waving to them (Miss Oakland style of course: elbow, elbow, wrist, wrist, middle finger... ooops! jk). One time I was overwhelmed with the urge to just start chanting USA USA USA! Haha.... Anyway, I don't know why I'm so weird, but I enjoy the idea of sending tourists home with crazy cyclist stories. :)
Back to the swim though - the first time I went to the Dolphin Club was before my second tri and I barely made it to the first buoy and back. The second time, two Fridays ago, I went with a friend who encouraged me the whole time. She was like, yay, first buoy! Yay. Second buoy... ONE MORE BUOY! ...and so on and so forth. She helped me prove to myself that the distance was possible. So, this last Friday I finally did the whole 1/2 mile by myself. Definitely a milestone! So that felt great. Woohoo!
I love the Dolphin Club so much now! The water is 68 degrees and has an absolutely gorgeous view of the Golden Gate bridge. Also, in addition to the beautiful swim and the wild ride that gets me there, the sauna there is incredible (that is a story for another blog post though - hehe!). I'm hoping a few more open water swims is enough to get me ready for race day. The Oakland Tri Fest Sprint has a swim of .6 miles which will be the most swimming I've ever done in a race! Eyeyey. Oh my gosh... I have butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it!
Alright - that's all for now. More later!
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Mt. Tam Calling
Oh, Amy? Here........... It's for you............... Oh, it's no big deal. It's just Mt. Tam.
Climbing Mt. Tam was a lofty/unrealistic goal Billy and I set for ourselves back in 2012 when we first started riding bikes more seriously together. That year we ventured to do a few slightly less leisurely rides like climbing up to Skyline and riding the American River Trail from Sacramento to Fair Oaks to visit my parents.
We have hyped Mt. Tam FOR-EH-VOR. We watched youtube videos. Discussed getting our brakes changed. Went back and forth about tentative dates. And thoroughly psyched ourselves out completely about this 12 mile climb until finally Billy got it out of his system the day after Thanksgiving 2013. I remember him skype-recapping this experience with mixed emotions (smiling and swearing and smiling again...).
Since returning from France I've invested even more time in the saddle alongside Billy and dreamed of making the Mt. Tam trek... to the point where it seemed like every time I crossed over the Park Street bridge I heard Mt. Tam whispering my name in the wind... "Amy! Amy! Come ride me!" Ha! Maybe I built it up a little too much??? Well you can imagine my surprise when an impromtu Saturday morning ride with a friend who races for Dolce Vita turned into a group ride up to the *tippy* top of Mt. f#$^*ing Tam! OMG
So....... I get off BART at 16th & Mission Street to meet my new *fast* female friend who I had been emailing with all week about doing a long-ish endurance ride (3 hours/50 miles-ish, but I was thinking easy, maybe Tiburon loop or something like that). Uhhhh.... First thing she says to me is "Did you get my email?!" I was like "I'm sorry I didn't" thinking to myself "Well, *that's* because you were in bed like a granny at 8pm last night," so..... She was like, "Well, Mei - [Ding! Bright orange synapses fired full-speed strava signals to my pleasure center like I'm about to meet a celebrity... ALL HAIL! Mei, queen of San Francisco segments!] - invited us to join her on the Bespoke ride, but they are taking off from Pac Heights in fifteen minutes." Well, ignoring every alert my body was sending to go ahead and abort this mission I jumped on her wheel and we jammed up the wiggle to meet the group.
When I squeaked up on my ten-year-old death-metal-bumper-stickered Specialized tank to 20 geared-out astronauts in their fancy pants kits straddling some of the nicest bikes I've ever seen I looked like such a newb and - I tell ya - the oops-I-pooped-my-pants smell coming from my worn out spandex didn't help much. About ten seconds after we arrived, Justin, the apparent leader of the pack started to explain the route. He never actually said "Mt. Tam". Oh no. While he dropped names like "Pantoll" and "East Hills" and "wait - did he just say Alpe d'Huez - what?!?" I focused most of my attention on keeping my breakfast down...
We took off and, oh you know, just that feeling when you are all the sudden on a group ride and you have to quietly ask your friend if he was talking about GOING UP TO THE TOP OF MT. TAM!?!?!
LOL
Once we started climbing we didn't stop. The road just kept going up. For an hour. Between expletives I managed to cough questions at cyclists passing me by about how much further it was to Pantoll. They just laughed or told me to not worry about it or pedaled faster to clear the stench. I couldn't even believe it when I arrived at the top, though - I gotto say - can't beat the view!
While the rest of the group rode down to Stinson Beach and back, I climbed at a conversation pace the rest of the way from Pantoll with a few other ladies who agreed that tacking another .5 miles of vertical climbing was insane (but not Mei - no way!). Haha! The three of us split up about half way down the hill and my new friend (who turns out is the sweetest woman in the world - and she speaks French!) picked up lunch and a coffee together in SF. I didn't get home until after 4pm! What a beautiful ride though. Oh man. Though I was overwhelmed and beat, I actually don't think I've ever felt better.
Climbing Mt. Tam was a lofty/unrealistic goal Billy and I set for ourselves back in 2012 when we first started riding bikes more seriously together. That year we ventured to do a few slightly less leisurely rides like climbing up to Skyline and riding the American River Trail from Sacramento to Fair Oaks to visit my parents.
We have hyped Mt. Tam FOR-EH-VOR. We watched youtube videos. Discussed getting our brakes changed. Went back and forth about tentative dates. And thoroughly psyched ourselves out completely about this 12 mile climb until finally Billy got it out of his system the day after Thanksgiving 2013. I remember him skype-recapping this experience with mixed emotions (smiling and swearing and smiling again...).
Since returning from France I've invested even more time in the saddle alongside Billy and dreamed of making the Mt. Tam trek... to the point where it seemed like every time I crossed over the Park Street bridge I heard Mt. Tam whispering my name in the wind... "Amy! Amy! Come ride me!" Ha! Maybe I built it up a little too much??? Well you can imagine my surprise when an impromtu Saturday morning ride with a friend who races for Dolce Vita turned into a group ride up to the *tippy* top of Mt. f#$^*ing Tam! OMG
So....... I get off BART at 16th & Mission Street to meet my new *fast* female friend who I had been emailing with all week about doing a long-ish endurance ride (3 hours/50 miles-ish, but I was thinking easy, maybe Tiburon loop or something like that). Uhhhh.... First thing she says to me is "Did you get my email?!" I was like "I'm sorry I didn't" thinking to myself "Well, *that's* because you were in bed like a granny at 8pm last night," so..... She was like, "Well, Mei - [Ding! Bright orange synapses fired full-speed strava signals to my pleasure center like I'm about to meet a celebrity... ALL HAIL! Mei, queen of San Francisco segments!] - invited us to join her on the Bespoke ride, but they are taking off from Pac Heights in fifteen minutes." Well, ignoring every alert my body was sending to go ahead and abort this mission I jumped on her wheel and we jammed up the wiggle to meet the group.
When I squeaked up on my ten-year-old death-metal-bumper-stickered Specialized tank to 20 geared-out astronauts in their fancy pants kits straddling some of the nicest bikes I've ever seen I looked like such a newb and - I tell ya - the oops-I-pooped-my-pants smell coming from my worn out spandex didn't help much. About ten seconds after we arrived, Justin, the apparent leader of the pack started to explain the route. He never actually said "Mt. Tam". Oh no. While he dropped names like "Pantoll" and "East Hills" and "wait - did he just say Alpe d'Huez - what?!?" I focused most of my attention on keeping my breakfast down...
We took off and, oh you know, just that feeling when you are all the sudden on a group ride and you have to quietly ask your friend if he was talking about GOING UP TO THE TOP OF MT. TAM!?!?!
LOL
Once we started climbing we didn't stop. The road just kept going up. For an hour. Between expletives I managed to cough questions at cyclists passing me by about how much further it was to Pantoll. They just laughed or told me to not worry about it or pedaled faster to clear the stench. I couldn't even believe it when I arrived at the top, though - I gotto say - can't beat the view!
While the rest of the group rode down to Stinson Beach and back, I climbed at a conversation pace the rest of the way from Pantoll with a few other ladies who agreed that tacking another .5 miles of vertical climbing was insane (but not Mei - no way!). Haha! The three of us split up about half way down the hill and my new friend (who turns out is the sweetest woman in the world - and she speaks French!) picked up lunch and a coffee together in SF. I didn't get home until after 4pm! What a beautiful ride though. Oh man. Though I was overwhelmed and beat, I actually don't think I've ever felt better.
Sunday, June 21, 2015
See Amy Run
I ran my first half marathon!! With a time of 2:02:25 at a 9:20 minute mile average pace, I placed 38th in my age group and 143rd overall. Here are my results!
I went to the registration/packet pick up Saturday in Jack London Square after my bike race in Pleasanton. The See Jane Run staff made an exception to their non-transferable rule to give me Catherine's bib (an OTC friend who had to leave town unexpectedly). #1819 Woohoo. This is going to hurt tomorrow...
I went to the registration/packet pick up Saturday in Jack London Square after my bike race in Pleasanton. The See Jane Run staff made an exception to their non-transferable rule to give me Catherine's bib (an OTC friend who had to leave town unexpectedly). #1819 Woohoo. This is going to hurt tomorrow...
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Crazy Critter!
I fished a daddy long legs out of the tub yesterday morning and it didn't dawn on my until just now how my little power animal was paying me a visit before my big race.
With all the foot problems I've been having this year it made sense for me to focus my energy on cycling for a while so I did my first Criterium race a few weeks ago. I got a flat on the second to last lap and my front wheel was a mess, oh man, but boy was it exhilarating to be out on a closed course with a bunch of other fast females! So inspired!
After a disappointing DNF I finally built up the confidence to sign up for another Crit on Saturday, June 20th. My goals, in order, for that race were as follows:
1. stay upright
2. stay with the peloton (ie don't get dropped from the group)
3. suck wheel
4. maintain a competitive position into the last lap
5. sprint last 200m at 30-34mph
My lovely sister Sarah let us borrow her car this whole weekend. So Billy was up at the crack of dawn on Saturday to drive me to the race in Pleasanton with time to register for the race and attend a clinic (where seasoned Berkeley cyclist Meredith Nielsen was instrumental in helping me find the right gear and avoid crashing)! This race was Cat 3/4 combined, so I didn't experience the same problem with overlapping wheels (the field was so much faster!). It was an eventful race with a crash and a flat. I accomplished all my goals, but didn't finish even close to the podium... 15th out of 28 riders. :(
But, hey look, I'm on the board!
Criterium racing has humbled me on the bike for sure. Crits are risky business and winning requires strategy, skill, and speed. Road racing season is right around the corner and I kinda can't wait to sink my cleats into those! I've got about a month to work on my front wheelie. ;)
With all the foot problems I've been having this year it made sense for me to focus my energy on cycling for a while so I did my first Criterium race a few weeks ago. I got a flat on the second to last lap and my front wheel was a mess, oh man, but boy was it exhilarating to be out on a closed course with a bunch of other fast females! So inspired!
After a disappointing DNF I finally built up the confidence to sign up for another Crit on Saturday, June 20th. My goals, in order, for that race were as follows:
1. stay upright
2. stay with the peloton (ie don't get dropped from the group)
3. suck wheel
4. maintain a competitive position into the last lap
5. sprint last 200m at 30-34mph
My lovely sister Sarah let us borrow her car this whole weekend. So Billy was up at the crack of dawn on Saturday to drive me to the race in Pleasanton with time to register for the race and attend a clinic (where seasoned Berkeley cyclist Meredith Nielsen was instrumental in helping me find the right gear and avoid crashing)! This race was Cat 3/4 combined, so I didn't experience the same problem with overlapping wheels (the field was so much faster!). It was an eventful race with a crash and a flat. I accomplished all my goals, but didn't finish even close to the podium... 15th out of 28 riders. :(
But, hey look, I'm on the board!
Criterium racing has humbled me on the bike for sure. Crits are risky business and winning requires strategy, skill, and speed. Road racing season is right around the corner and I kinda can't wait to sink my cleats into those! I've got about a month to work on my front wheelie. ;)
Monday, June 15, 2015
Swimming Milestone #2
This Monday marked the first OTC swim practice *ever* that actually felt like a recovery swim. I swam 1500m (including a warm up and cool down) and was never really winded even though we did four 200s at 70% for the main set. All this can be attributed to the Total Immersion online swimming tutorials and the outstanding OTC coaches at these Monday night Mills practices.
Oh - haha - something hilarious happened at the start of this workout. There was this little boy (maybe 6 years old??) getting out of the shallowest lane and I asked him if he was done swimming there (I knew he was - I just felt like modeling politeness for some dumb reason). He was like, "You shouldn't swim here. It's better practice down there where you can't touch!" LOL... Doh! I was like, "Okay. Thanks!" ...and then slunked into the kiddie lane anyway. Ha!
It's true that it's pretty lazy to stay in the stubby shallow end of the pool, but OTC considers it the "slow lane" and I'm preeeeeeeetty sure I'm the slowest swimmer there, so...... PLUS, I rely on the floor of the pool to be there for me if I need to stop swimming to cough up a mouthful of delicious pool water or whatever (yes, of course, this still happens occasionally). I intend to get into the deep end soon, but *that* - my dear little boy - is a milestone for another day. ;)
The next swim goal on my horizon is to swim continuously for 10 minutes. That may entail getting into some open water soon where there's nothing tempting to hang on to.... Eeeek! Alright. That's all for now. More later!
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Snake
Today, I set out to break my time up Snake (a steep 1.5 mile climb up to Skyline Boulevard in Oakland). My first attempt was just last week and I really went for it from the start, but then lost steam at the top (shooting for under 10 minutes I barely made it in under 12:30 - Oyoyoy!).
Today I was determined to try a new strategy. I held back the reigns for the first half of the climb (up to Colton) and then really let loose on the last quarter mile (after Thornhill). This strategy paid off as I shaved 45 seconds off my original time (11:34). This made me particularly happy because I'm now barely hanging on to the tenth spot out of all the women who have climbed that segment on strava (woohoo!).
I'm already pumped about improving my time next week. Here are my ideas!
1. Climb with cleaner lines (cut corners smarter and make straight shots up the squiggles)
2. Use a nasal decongestant strip (an experienced cyclist recommended this to me for getting more oxygen into my bloodstream - still need to try it!)
3. Start attacking the hill from Shepard Canyon downhill (this is a little cheap as a tactic, but it will bring my average speed way up if I can get a running start into that first steep climb)
4. Sprint - slow to fast - sooner (Instead of gunning it and having to back off later, steadily build speed from Thornhill up to 15mph and then stand up to sprint all the way through Colton)
Ohhhh can't wait to do this again!
Today I was determined to try a new strategy. I held back the reigns for the first half of the climb (up to Colton) and then really let loose on the last quarter mile (after Thornhill). This strategy paid off as I shaved 45 seconds off my original time (11:34). This made me particularly happy because I'm now barely hanging on to the tenth spot out of all the women who have climbed that segment on strava (woohoo!).
I'm already pumped about improving my time next week. Here are my ideas!
1. Climb with cleaner lines (cut corners smarter and make straight shots up the squiggles)
2. Use a nasal decongestant strip (an experienced cyclist recommended this to me for getting more oxygen into my bloodstream - still need to try it!)
3. Start attacking the hill from Shepard Canyon downhill (this is a little cheap as a tactic, but it will bring my average speed way up if I can get a running start into that first steep climb)
4. Sprint - slow to fast - sooner (Instead of gunning it and having to back off later, steadily build speed from Thornhill up to 15mph and then stand up to sprint all the way through Colton)
Ohhhh can't wait to do this again!
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Swimming Milestone #1
Timed 100 @ 1:45ish. I can also tell the difference between fast and slow in the pool now. So yay for that. Haha.
Swimming is by far the area of triathlon racing that I stand to improve the most in a short period of time. The first real milestone actually may have been a few practices ago where I actually felt like I was *swimming* instead of *not drowning*... My goals have progressed each week and now just about every time I get in the pool I feel like I'm getting more comfortable and faster (which is the goal - ha!).
Lately, I've been practicing a method called Total Immersion (the site was recommended to me by Coach Chris at the OTC Mills swim workouts), which the basic gist I've gathered is as follows:
1. Relax the recovery arm (high elbow, but fingertips almost drag along the water's surface before dropping into the water)
2. Emphasize feeling the surface area of the arm catch the water at a target point in front of shoulder
3. Kick once at the same time and with the same leg as the entry arm upon entry
Now, this last point is what has helped me the most with my anxiety in the water. If ever I feel scared like I might drown I just go back to this rhythm (kick and stroke same side just once together!)... This really helps my body calm down. I'm not sure what it is about this that actually works, but - for some reason seriously I have no idea why - it calms my whole body down and gives me the confidence I need to keep going. If my kicking is frantic and I'm gasping for air, I just go back to this easy rhythm (kick and stroke on the same side together). It brings my heart rate down immediately and I'm able to focus on other things like relaxing my neck and catching the water and rotating my body to take breaths. Anyways, I'm definitely learning a lot in the pool. I'm starting to crave harder workouts, but I know I still just need to hit my stride...
Swimming is by far the area of triathlon racing that I stand to improve the most in a short period of time. The first real milestone actually may have been a few practices ago where I actually felt like I was *swimming* instead of *not drowning*... My goals have progressed each week and now just about every time I get in the pool I feel like I'm getting more comfortable and faster (which is the goal - ha!).
Lately, I've been practicing a method called Total Immersion (the site was recommended to me by Coach Chris at the OTC Mills swim workouts), which the basic gist I've gathered is as follows:
1. Relax the recovery arm (high elbow, but fingertips almost drag along the water's surface before dropping into the water)
2. Emphasize feeling the surface area of the arm catch the water at a target point in front of shoulder
3. Kick once at the same time and with the same leg as the entry arm upon entry
Now, this last point is what has helped me the most with my anxiety in the water. If ever I feel scared like I might drown I just go back to this rhythm (kick and stroke same side just once together!)... This really helps my body calm down. I'm not sure what it is about this that actually works, but - for some reason seriously I have no idea why - it calms my whole body down and gives me the confidence I need to keep going. If my kicking is frantic and I'm gasping for air, I just go back to this easy rhythm (kick and stroke on the same side together). It brings my heart rate down immediately and I'm able to focus on other things like relaxing my neck and catching the water and rotating my body to take breaths. Anyways, I'm definitely learning a lot in the pool. I'm starting to crave harder workouts, but I know I still just need to hit my stride...
Saturday, May 23, 2015
CFO Endurance Running Clinic
On Saturday I went to a running clinic to get more information about the pose method from a coach who has been running the track workouts for OTC since March (Aaron Castillo). He had some good things to say and some drills that helped the group get faster and possibly prevent some injury. There was ten of us and we all had a really great time and learned a lot!
1. Relax upper body completely (this is a huge challenge for me IN LIFE not just in running)
2. 90 degrees arms (pocket to chin) with loose fists
3. Pull knee up vertically on recovery
4. Foot strike directly under center of gravity
Here's a picture of me running using the pose method:
Apparently, it's supposed to be "good form" that my entire body is in the air... and I'm pretty sure it's bad form to run with your eyes closed no matter what. Eyeye - haha! :)
Friday, May 8, 2015
New Kicks
So......... This year my right foot has been plagued with injury. First, the achilles tendinitis in January, then this turf toe in April. The injuries have led me to do web research on running mechanics, physical therapy, and............ gear! Yay. Getting me properly geared up to run has been a collaborative effort to say the least. Haha!
On my birthday weekend, Uncle Richard was in town from Philly and Sarah invited us to all hang at her place. So, on Friday we packed up Billy's panniers and rode bikes to Marin! It was 90 degrees in Oakland and - I swear to God - subzero in SF, but we made it there safe and sound for a non-stop fun-filled weekend at Sarah and Dennis' place. My Uncle Richard (who ran the Boston Marathon at 50 and has trained for and competed in plenty of other races) gave me a ton of good advice about running shoes and he even did a some research for me.
Well, not more then a few days later, the Moor's birthday gift arrived in the mail... Of course, the first thing that came to mind was "Yayayay! I can buy new running shoes!" In a matter of days I was ordering these babies online. I used the list Uncle Richard developed for me to try them all on at Road Runner Sports (they fit for new kicks). So - here they are - the Mizuno Wave Inspire 11 and the Saucony Kinvara 5!
I feel faster just looking at them - hahaha - thanks, Marilyn and Bill! The best mother-in-law and father-in-law on earth!
Wednesday, April 29, 2015
Lakeside Bump
The day after my 32nd birthday, I went on a ride with Billy to get the QOM (queen of the mountain) on the segment Lakeshore to Lakeside Bump in Oakland and it's finally displaying on strava. Yay!
Because I've been nursing this turf toe I've been riding and swimming a lot more. I'm getting faster!
Saturday, April 4, 2015
DEE-EL
The theme of this week has been "reassess" and what better way to finish it off than with a brand new injury, right?!?! Hahah... Oh man! March was shaping up to be so awesome! I was super satisfied with my new goals sheet when I posted it on Tuesday afternoon and *then* I felt SO GREAT about my performance at track practice Tuesday night. But - oyoyoy - one day and one little baby recovery ride later and I found myself suffering from a mild case of 'turf toe' on my right foot. I've been RICE-ing and going easy on it ever since Thursday and there's still no sign of the pain going away any time soon. Meh.
Okay okay - so, I admit that I may have needed a little reality check... Maguy discouraged me from double days last year and I've been aware I'm pushing it with these back-to-back bricks on Tuesdays. So, here I lie, on this couch, in this oh-so-familiar position (with one leg up and tingling in my toes from a tightly wound ace bandage). Ugh!
For the next few weeks, I'll be fine-tuning my weekly workout routine to avoid a double day. The problem will be deciding which Tuesday workout to retain! I've been loving my morning jogs with Vala and the Tuesday evening track workouts with Oakland Triathlon Club (OTC) have been so enjoyable and so intense. Look! After doing a mini brick in the morning *and* riding 12 miles to Berkeley I still ran my fastest recorded 400 meter (1:12) and my fastest 1/2 mile (3:16):
So you can see what I mean... I'd like to keep both workouts in the mix somehow (maybe with one 3 miler day and a 5 miler day?). Once my foot heels, my plan of attack will be to get some new shoes, and maybe custom orthotics, and ask the OTC track coach about how my form can be improved to avoid reinjury. Alright - that's enough wah wah wah for now - more later!
Okay okay - so, I admit that I may have needed a little reality check... Maguy discouraged me from double days last year and I've been aware I'm pushing it with these back-to-back bricks on Tuesdays. So, here I lie, on this couch, in this oh-so-familiar position (with one leg up and tingling in my toes from a tightly wound ace bandage). Ugh!
For the next few weeks, I'll be fine-tuning my weekly workout routine to avoid a double day. The problem will be deciding which Tuesday workout to retain! I've been loving my morning jogs with Vala and the Tuesday evening track workouts with Oakland Triathlon Club (OTC) have been so enjoyable and so intense. Look! After doing a mini brick in the morning *and* riding 12 miles to Berkeley I still ran my fastest recorded 400 meter (1:12) and my fastest 1/2 mile (3:16):
So you can see what I mean... I'd like to keep both workouts in the mix somehow (maybe with one 3 miler day and a 5 miler day?). Once my foot heels, my plan of attack will be to get some new shoes, and maybe custom orthotics, and ask the OTC track coach about how my form can be improved to avoid reinjury. Alright - that's enough wah wah wah for now - more later!
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
I Will Jump In Zee Pool!
After all that excruciating rest and recovery in January and February, March hit hard. I'm finally feeling back in the groove of training. I've reassessed my goals to accommodate a more realistic race schedule for this year (which I will post later) with a looser commitment to racing. In the last few weeks I've had a few little triumphs in the pool that I'd like to share here if for no other reason than just to process the gains.
Since February, I've been attending a swim practice at Mills College pool on Monday nights with a group called OTC (Oakland Triathlon Club). They typically provide a coach that gives a workout to the group (25 swimmers or so) and then walks around to give people advice. The first week I went I was basically just told by Raileigh (the super amazing female coach) to go really easy on my Achilles and give it time to fully heal (great advice that I heeded wholeheartedly). I took that opportunity to stick to the pulls (arms only strokes) and the Jacuzzi of course. Ha!
At the second practice I attended, one of the lifeguards was a Mills volleyball player so she came over to give me a few pointers (hips up and push a little extra at the end of my stroke). I also got a bonus invitation to the next day's volleyball tournament where I watched a former player of mine coach *and* a former player play. That was super cool!
Back to the pool one week later and - I swear to God - I finally felt like I was swimming. Like. I felt more comfortable with the breathing, and having my face under water, and pacing myself. Also, I was able to do a few 50s back-to-back (more or less - haha) and I can almost do a 100 now without stopping (4x down and back!). After that swim I got out and talked to the coach and she was like, "How did it go?" and I was like, "I didn't drown" to which she responded "Your stroke actually looks pretty controlled - compared to some of our more seasoned swimmers!!!! - and you could benefit from just reaching out a little further when you start your stroke." Wow. I was so excited to hear that kind of encouragement from a swim coach... and it totally felt right (like she wasn't just humoring me) because that was the first night where my self talk sounded more like "Hey, you're swimming! This is swimming!" and less like "You might drown or die or throw up soon." Ahahaha...
Last night I had another positive development in the pool where the swim coach and president of the club, Chris, helped me discover my new swim mantra: "I'm fine". He kept yelling at me from across the deck, "You're fine!" which helped me more than he knows probably... I'm now practicing breathing on both sides every three strokes which feels like a good balanced rhythm for me. SO - hooray for swim coaches and lifeguards and everyone who has ever helped someone feel less alone when they are trying something new. I definitely approach Mondays with more excitement and less nervousness now. I already can't wait for my next time in the pool, which might have to come sooner than Monday. Okay - double day today - so that's all for now. More later!
Since February, I've been attending a swim practice at Mills College pool on Monday nights with a group called OTC (Oakland Triathlon Club). They typically provide a coach that gives a workout to the group (25 swimmers or so) and then walks around to give people advice. The first week I went I was basically just told by Raileigh (the super amazing female coach) to go really easy on my Achilles and give it time to fully heal (great advice that I heeded wholeheartedly). I took that opportunity to stick to the pulls (arms only strokes) and the Jacuzzi of course. Ha!
At the second practice I attended, one of the lifeguards was a Mills volleyball player so she came over to give me a few pointers (hips up and push a little extra at the end of my stroke). I also got a bonus invitation to the next day's volleyball tournament where I watched a former player of mine coach *and* a former player play. That was super cool!
Back to the pool one week later and - I swear to God - I finally felt like I was swimming. Like. I felt more comfortable with the breathing, and having my face under water, and pacing myself. Also, I was able to do a few 50s back-to-back (more or less - haha) and I can almost do a 100 now without stopping (4x down and back!). After that swim I got out and talked to the coach and she was like, "How did it go?" and I was like, "I didn't drown" to which she responded "Your stroke actually looks pretty controlled - compared to some of our more seasoned swimmers!!!! - and you could benefit from just reaching out a little further when you start your stroke." Wow. I was so excited to hear that kind of encouragement from a swim coach... and it totally felt right (like she wasn't just humoring me) because that was the first night where my self talk sounded more like "Hey, you're swimming! This is swimming!" and less like "You might drown or die or throw up soon." Ahahaha...
Last night I had another positive development in the pool where the swim coach and president of the club, Chris, helped me discover my new swim mantra: "I'm fine". He kept yelling at me from across the deck, "You're fine!" which helped me more than he knows probably... I'm now practicing breathing on both sides every three strokes which feels like a good balanced rhythm for me. SO - hooray for swim coaches and lifeguards and everyone who has ever helped someone feel less alone when they are trying something new. I definitely approach Mondays with more excitement and less nervousness now. I already can't wait for my next time in the pool, which might have to come sooner than Monday. Okay - double day today - so that's all for now. More later!
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Catch Up If You Can
On Tuesday morning I met a good friend from college to jog along Shoreline Drive in Alameda. It's a beautiful and bustling trail along the southwestern coast of the island that has breathtaking views of the San Francisco bay. We jog/walked and went about 3 miles in thirty minutes. It was a great catch-up session where I heard all about her new pet sea turtle, her path to buying a home in the Bay Area, and tales of grandbabies and middle management and losing 50 lbs in a year. Incredible! When we said goodbye we agreed to a weekly meeting when the weather is nice. This turned out to be a mini-brick (which means a bike and run workout back-to-back) which is fantastic - and it was oh so fun to see an old friend's face!
This week I'm looking forward to tagging along with Dan for a Thursday morning workout with the Vitruvian club at Lake Merritt *and* Billy and I are also talking about going on a long ride this weekend (somewhere between 40 and 60 miles) so I can barely contain my excitement for that.
It feels so good to be training again. I can feel my body coming back one day at a time.
Monday, February 16, 2015
I'm baaaaaa-aaaack
After five excruciatingly long weeks of rest, ice and heat, yesterday I met an old friend who I haven't seen since our high school graduation for a jog along the beach in Alameda. I am pleased to report that my strained achilles tendon (which landed me in bed rest since mid-January) has finally healed. We did a 3 mile out-and-back and *man* it felt grrrrreat to be back! I'm already looking forward to my next buddy run tomorrow morning with a friend from college who I haven't seen (again) since graduation. It's so incredible to be able to get back in touch with these fit friends to gather a little momentum for hoisting this bag of potato chips back on the tri-training horse. As long as I stay healthy for the next month I'll be training for the Oakland Running Festival - a half marathon - which takes place on March 22nd. Woohoo. That's all for now. More later!
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Strav-obsession
My strava profile is my current obsession. If you have an account, you can follow me running and cycling around the beautiful Bay Area.
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