The Beach and the Big Chainring

I just wanted to share something my dad wrote reflecting on the tragedy at the Boston Marathon yesterday: So what do we do now? We still don’t know who set the bombs. Or why. But we do know this—no marathon can ever be safe. Twenty-six miles. Thousands of runners. Hundreds of thousands of spectators. If every TSA agent in the world had descended on Boston this morning, they couldn’t have prevented it. Evil is like that. It only takes one twisted mind, one person who thrives on the  suffering of others, and suffering will follow. So what do we do? We pray for the victims and their families. We honor them and the heroes who helped the injured. We hunt down the person or persons responsible. We vow not to let this stop us from pushing ourselves to our limit and experiencing the joy of honest hard-work and achievement. I could never qualify for Boston, but I do love to run. When my mind gets stuck and I need creativity, or when I’m frustrated and need to pray, or when I just want to drin

     Sometimes I have so much to say, but instead I just sit here and stare at the blinking cursor.  I don't know where to start, and that's kind of a weird feeling because I always have something to say.  Is it weird if I write it in list form?  Ok well, since about 5 people read this blog (that's generous, I know...moving on), I'm going to assume you all agreed to a bulleted post: Spring.  This weather.  I literally could not be happier.  Rides outside without a million layers.  I may even have to start breaking out the sunscreen.  (I'm not going to rant on this right now, but sunscreen, people, wear it.  When I swim, bike, or run outside, I wear 45+.  No skin cancer for me, please).  And running in shorts and a tank top will be happening today.  I'm a summertime girl through and through.  All smiles.   My bracelet.  Oh my goodness!  My amazing friend  Erin  Leigh, also of  this post  fame (as if there is any fame to be had by being in a blog post of ming

     Tomorow morning, I'm putting on my big girl pants.  Actually, if we are going to get technical about it, tomorrow morning I am putting on my big girl bicycle shorts.  But that' really a matter of semantics.      When I started running, I did it by myself.  I trained for my first half marathon and then my first marathon alone.  And I loved it.  Because, if I'm being completely honest, I like being by myself.  I heard and read about people involved in great running groups.  But truthfully, that never appealed to me.  I like being by myself.  Running was my time to think.  I think best when I'm running.  I solve life's problems when I'm running.  I clear out my head and get a fresh perspective when I'm running.  If I'm trying to talk to other people, or trying to speed up to keep up, or slow down so I don't ditch them, I'm thinking about that and can't get into my running zone.  So running clubs?  Not really my thing.      Then, I start

     As March Madness is winding down, I'm sure you've heard someone say "survive and advance" at least once in the past week.  And I throw the phrase around a lot, not just in March.  It's not that I don't want to do my best, or that I don't want to work hard.  It's just that sometimes, all you have in you is enough to get past that day and move onto the next.  Whether talking about March Madness or a workout in training, it signals that it might not have been pretty, but you got the work done.  You did what you needed to do to move on.  Sure, you didn't blow the workout out of the water, but you're still in the hunt.      This past week has been a great week of training.  I've seen significant progress in my running.  I was hitting all my heart rate zones on the bike, and nailing my swim paces.  I take pride in making sure that all my boxes on Training Peaks turn green.  If a box turns red it haunts me.  I get down on myself and let tha