Goals and a Triathlon and a Feature, Oh My!

I am a HUGE fan of the Trainer Momma! I love her story, her attitude, her recipes, and her killer workouts! When I did a sprint triathlon last summer, she was my main source of information on how to prepare. She is quite the motivator! If you haven't heard of her, it is so worth your time to check out her website, especially since I am being featured!!! How cool is that?! I sent her an email after my tri just to thank her for the tips and inspiration and I got an email back a few weeks ago asking if she could feature my story. I was a little apprehensive about sharing my story just because I struggle with my weight and being healthy and I not even close to being a success story and it is just so embarrassing to put that weakness, that flaw out there for the world to see but I feel like the Trainer Momma was inspired because through writing about and remembering my experience I have learned a lot about myself. It has rekindled a fire to keep trying. I do want women like me, women who struggle with their weight, to know that we don't have to make excuses, that life and health is out there for us to enjoy and if we lose weight along the way, that is great, but the reward of getting out there and doing things that are scary, new, and uncomfortable, are ultimately so fun, empowering and so worth it. Her spotlight is edited so I thought I would share the unedited version here.


SET YOUR GOAL:

What was your goal? At 200lbs, I am not one to make goals (maybe that is one of the reasons why I weigh 200 lbs.), but I have always wanted to do a triathlon and often regretted not doing it when I was younger and more athletic. I had read about the sprint tri that you participated in and it intrigued and inspired me. I had never heard of a sprint tri before. I thought to myself, “I can do that.” “That is a great place to start.” When I signed up for the tri, my only goal was to finish. I didn’t even care if I came in dead last, I just wanted to say “I did it!”


Why did you set this goal? I seem to always say, “Someday.” Someday I will run a 5k, someday I’ll do a tri, someday I’ll be on time, someday I will be healthy, fit and trim. One day I was reading my friend’s blog. She is very athletic and plays la crosse. She wrote about watching the Ogden City Marathon and she said that dreaded word “someday”. It struck me that if someone as healthy as she is, who could easily train for a race, was saying “someday” because she didn’t think she was capable, had the strength to do it, or prepared enough, that I didn’t have any “someday’s” left. I am thirty two years old and have already wasted a decade saying “someday”. I really want to be healthy and athletic and I don’t want to get there and still miss out on things because it seems scary or too difficult. I realized that if a healthy, thin woman has doubt in her ability, even though it is within her means to accomplish something like a marathon, that my weight really wasn’t the issue. It was just the fear of doing something that I wasn’t sure I could succeed at and I was not going to wait until I was thin to find that out. My time was now or I would end up regretting missed opportunities and living a life of “somedays”.


Describe the specific plan you set up to help you reach your goal: I had already been swimming an hour each day all summer and wogging (walk/jogging) on the treadmill a few times a week. All I had to do was add the biking into my routine and take my wogging outside (running outside when you are used to running on a treadmill is a huge adjustment.). I had never combined the workouts and I knew I needed to before the race. Getting online and registering for the race is a huge motivation. It made it real. I had money invested and time invested. There was no backing out. Knowing the specifics of the race made it easier to train too. I had the 400 meters down so I started practice breathing techniques you suggested on your blog and did my best to go to the lake once a week since I would be swimming in a lake in my race. I biked to the swimming pool, swam, and then I would bike a 15km route that I mapped out before I set out. Each day I added more miles to my bike rides, and ran more that I walked. I also looked at the finishing times of the past year’s race and set a goal of beating the last person’s time, which was two hours seven minutes and 39 seconds. Just to be safe I gave myself a three hour time limit to finish the race, an hour for each event.


What sacrifices did you have to make to get there? I sacrificed hours I could have spent sleeping in, watching tv, and playing on the computer, which, turns out, are just huge wastes of time. My house wasn’t nearly as clean as it should have been. You would be amazed how many excuses you can come up with and so many things you should be doing when you make the choice to exercise. You have to put it aside until you get that work out in. The list of stuff you should be doing is always there when you are done. It was hard to leave my kids to go and work out. There were days that I think that my husband sacrificed more than I did to help me prepare by watching kids and cleaning the house. It definitely was a group effort. It was also a sacrifice to pay money for a race that I wasn’t sure I could even do. I had no idea that people actually paid money so that could run a race!

I sacrificed the comfort and laziness that I had grown accustomed to. It is so easy and safe not to push myself or commit to things that seem uncomfortable and I struggle to give that lifestyle up but always feel tons better about myself when I do sacrifice the time that it takes to be active and I am learning how to make those sacrifices every day, unfortunately, I am a slow learner.


REACH YOUR GOALS:

How long did it take you to reach your goal? I didn’t have too much time to train. I heard about a sprint tri in my area about a month before the actual event. I had to take advantage of every day I had. I had something to prove to myself and didn’t want to waste the money I spent to register just to quit and die in the middle of the race. I knew going into this, that four weeks or so wasn’t enough time to for me to be in tip top shape but I had to start somewhere.


What were the challenges? The biggest challenge was all of the self doubt that snuck into my head as I was training. When biking up hills or running started to become uncomfortable, I had a mantra on repeat inside my mind that I was worth it, that I was strong, that I can do this. Another challenge was doing something that I had never done before and doing all by myself. My race was two hours away in Avon, CO (the fittest state in the nation) and had check in the night before so I left my husband to watch the kids overnight and headed off alone. That is a huge deal for a mom who can’t even go to the bathroom without someone thinking they need to assist. I also had a lot of anxiety about being a woman of size in a race that is typically run by fit, athletic people. A friend of mine who competed in the same triathlon you did, told me that people of all shapes and sizes competed in these things but when I pulled up to my race all I kept thinking was, “I just walked into a Trail Runner magazine. I’m the only one with any shape here.” I felt so out of place. I was even bigger than the majority of the men. You should have seen the stares I got and so many people came up and kept asking, “What would make you want to do something like this?” and “You are so brave!” I had to disarm a lot of dirty looks with smiles and “good luck on your race.” Another challenge was not having the best equipment. I didn’t have a wet suit, and I had a cheap mountain bike but it sufficed. I remember the biggest hurdle I faced was during the bike portion of the race (15km). I had pushed my body beyond what I thought it was capable of doing and I was physically and mentally exhausted, the elevation was making difficult to breathe, and I was just mad that I had let myself get so bad. My legs were jello and I was watching everyone pass me on the running part of the race while I was still struggling to finish the bike route. Through tears and sobs I busted out that mantra, I almost had to yell it so that I wouldn’t give up, “You are STRONG!” “You CAN do this!”


What were the rewards? The night before my race, I stayed with a family that belongs to the same church I do. I did not know this family, yet they opened their home to me. The morning of my race, I was venting about my fears about the race to the wife and she shared with me that they had just found out that week that her husband was diagnosed with cancer in the throat and it had spread. They didn’t know how long he had or what actions they were going to take but that they knew they were in for the fight of their lives. The thought came to me in that moment, that I had absolutely nothing to complain about. It didn’t matter that I was fat, it didn’t matter that I was nervous, my body was whole and healthy and that my petty little race was nothing compared to the trial that that family was facing. My whole perspective changed and I was able to see that day for what it was, a blessing to be able to do what my body was made to do. All the anxiety and self doubt I had left me and I was just happy to be alive and so blessed.

There is an inspiring and uplifting sense of comradery and support that buoyed me up throughout the race. During that difficult bike portion there was this car load of volunteers that would drive a few hundred yards and get out and cheer me on, get back in their car drive a little further and then get out and cheer again. I knew I was the last one out there and to know that volunteers and policemen waited out there in the summer heat for me and then clapped for me and cheered me on was such a lift to my spirits. On my last leg of the bike route, fellow racers were high fiving me and calling out words of encouragement. By the time I started the 5k run almost everyone else had finished the race. I had mentioned to one of the volunteers that I was bringing up the rear and he said “You are still better than 70% of Americans. You are running a triathlon!” I never thought of it that way. As I ran to the finish line, I was moved to tears by all of the people that remained to bring the last runners of the race in. I was emotional to think that, even though I made it second to last place that, I MADE IT and that there were new friends waiting for me at the end of that race to encourage me on and cheer for my accomplishment. They knew exactly what I had accomplished and were so eager to share in the pride of that accomplishment. . In that moment, I was on top of the world. I was a TRIATHLETE and I was ready to do it again!

My final race time was two hours and seven minutes and twenty seven seconds. I had set the goal to finish in less than three hours and I did it! I even beat last year’s last place runner by eleven seconds! I came away from that experience with a new view of myself. I am capable of achieving anything! I just have to feel the fear and do it anyway. Being a woman of size is not an excuse to not get out and do things. There is no weight limit in races, or life. The only thing that limits me is me and I can get past those limiting beliefs about myself. I learned that anything worth doing is worth doing badly at first. I didn’t need to put it off until I was “in shape” or “when I lose x amount of weight.” I still did it and that is all that counts. The high and exhilaration that I felt after finishing that race was worth all of the moments of self doubt I experienced along the way. I realized that I am a strong woman, who can set out to accomplish a goal and complete it.


SURPASS YOUR GOALS:

Now that you've met your goal, what's next?

I haven’t quite figured this part out yet but when I do I’ll be unstoppable. I ran that triathlon and it became something I did and it was over and I didn’t have anything to work towards. Too quickly I forgot the feelings of that day. Most days I struggle with making a goal to get in a daily workout or to eat healthily but I am not going to give up. My end goal is to never give up. I am ready to run an Olympic triathlon, I am ready for the next half marathon. I just have to keep getting out there and do things that ultimately make me a better person. It doesn’t matter what I weigh, if I am prepared enough, what people might think of me, and I don’t even need to be good at it, I just need constant reminders that I AM capable, I AM strong, I CAN do it and I have to do it now. I have to do something each and every day in order to have a life that is filled with accomplishments large and small instead of “Someday”.

It's not hard to spot me! No wonder people gawked!
People don't believe me when I tell them that I was bigger than every one there but this is proof.


I don't realize how big I am until I see myself in photos. This picture reminds me of a time I went to a dance recital and there was a chubby girl shaking it and bouncing all over the place and loving every minute of it and my first thought was, "Oh she shouldn't be up there. She shouldn't be dancing," But then I had to correct myself and think, "You bet she should be up there! She shouldn't have to be excluded from something she loves just because she is heavy."

I won't be excluded either.

There was some wonderful people who participated in that race. This is Julie from Grand Junction. We met the day before the race and hit it off. Us Western Slopers had to stick together in a sea of gorgeous people. The lady in the background cracks me up. That is what pretty much every woman looked like at that race. Boy, did I stick out like a sore thumb!

I have decided that it really isn't about the end goal. People accomplish goals and then stop because they don't have the next goal to accomplish. What is more important is the things you do everyday to accomplish that goal that is important.

Make Do

Everything I have owned for the past ten plus years seems to be falling apart at the same time!

I look at the stuff I received at my wedding (that just happened yesterday, I promise!) and it all looks old, tattered, and used up! I guess you could say that I have followed the old pioneer adage, "Use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without." Maybe I took that saying a little too literally! My poor ironing board looked like the iron had peed all over it multiple times! It was also covered with fusible webbing mishaps and the fabric finally disintegrated. I can't tell you how long I went without using an iron. I would improvise for the longest time by draping a towel over the board or using my traveling ironing board/ cutter that I use for quilting. I would have probably have improvised forever except that I have a queen size quilt that I am trying desperately to finish and my little ironing board just wasn't going to cut it! Since funding for a new cover wasn't available (I'm supa cheap!) I decided that I would challenge myself and make do with what I had on hand.

I had fabric from a Relief Society project YEARS ago that was supposed to be sewn into aprons but I never got that far (Sorry Anne!), so I pieced together a top and bottom and I used a mystery green padded material that I inherited from a friend for batting since I didn't have any batting large enough on hand. I had some concern about the mystery batting and how it would react to heat but I have been impressed with how it is working so far. I didn't have any elastic to gather the cover so I used strips that had already been cut for the apron kits and I used those strips for the casing as well.


I loosely followed this tutorial from Amy's Creative Side with some modifications along the way. It came together quite easily and quickly and I am really proud of myself for improvising and using the resources I already had. I don't need to go out and buy things brand new or buy things for a project. It was more rewarding to challenge my creativity and necessity really DOES breed inspiration. At first it was a tad bumpy in some spots, (You can see it in the picture above) but after some ironing that has since disappeared and if my iron should pee all over my better than new cover I can just flip it around to the other side since it is reversible! Now that is the bee's knees!

Mesa Verde Trip With Ashley

It is tradition for the fourth graders in our area to go on an over night trip to Mesa Verde for their end of the school year field trip. The only way I was letting Ashley go on an overnight trip was to volunteer as a chaperon. I was a little apprehensive about the idea of being on a bus crammed full of loud and rambunctious ten year olds. I had heard horror stories of puking on the bus from parents that had gone in the past so I was very relieved when I was asked to follow the bus in my vehicle with all of the food and supplies and some of the other parents. At the last minute the fourth grade teachers decided to charter a private bus and all of the parents were able to fit on the bus so just me and one other mom drove in my vehicle. Every time we stopped at a rest stop and those bedraggled parents would get off the bus, my road trip partner and I would look at each other and thank our lucky stars that we had a quiet, spacious, air conditioned car all to ourselves!

Mesa Verde is a MUST SEE!! The whole time Ashley and I kept commenting how we wished the rest of our family was here to see such breathtaking views and incredible ancient architecture. The ancient Indians who built these structures were geniuses! We will most definitely be coming back as a family! The picture above is called a Keeva. It was like a church and is still considered sacred ground. The guides were incredible and were so good with the large number of kids and all of the questions they had.








Ashley going underground

All of the openings that look like windows are, in fact, doorways. The average man was the same height as our fourth graders. Me and my fattiness would have towered over those little people!
Ashley's hat that she packed was way too small for her and just sat on top of her head! It annoyed her so bad!

It was incredible to see dwellings made inside of cliffs!

Cliff Palace

She might be a bit handicapped but you gotta love her!

It was so much fun to have one on one time with Ash. She is such a goof (I don't know where she gets it!) and made me laugh!

She insisted on wearing my hat on our second day since she had to suffer such humiliation of wearing her tiny purple one. Lucky for me, Mike had left his hat in the car or I would have been stuck with the goofy purple one...Oh the things you do for your kids!

A blue collared lizard bathing in the sun

What a view!

There were a whole bunch of latters to climb through out the park. One latter was forty feet straight up!!!

This is our half of the fourth graders and some of the parents. One of the dads in the back wore an I♥ Beaver shirt the WHOLE trip...so classy! We had to split up in two groups because the tours were limited to certain numbers of people. We would separate for the different tours and then meet up at the end of the day and go to the museum and then we all spent the night in a gym of a local elementary school in Cortez, CO, which I hope never to repeat again in my life! I don't think the poor teachers got a wink of sleep. A few kids got sick in the night and the splatter of puke could be heard as if it was happening right next to you! Luckily I had packed a flashlight and even luckier, I was not the sucker who had to clean up vomit by flashlight!

This was a tunnel you had to climb through in order to get to Balcony house (I think it was Balcony House but it could have been Cliff Palace.) Now keep in mind that the people that made this tunnel were the size of children so imagine my anxiety at the thought of getting my chubby body through there! I had to take off my backpack and scooch through at an angle and the whole time I wishing for a cube of butter or some crisco to make the job of getting through that tunnel easier!

After our second day at Mesa Verde My driving buddy, Shirley, and I snatched up our kids plus I got verbal permission to take Ashley's bestie, Hanna, home with us. On the way to Mesa Verde we drove into Utah through Monticello and Moab and on the way back we decided to drive through Delores, the San Juan Nat. Forest and Uncompahgre Nat. Forest (where I took the above picture.), Telluride, Montrose, and Delta. I have never been down in that part of Colorado and I am dying to get back down there to do some serious camping! It is beyond breathtaking and so picturesque!!!

If you find yourselves in need of a vacation I highly recommend taking some time to go down to Mesa Verde! I can't wait to go again! Maybe I will chaperon again in a year when Mikie is a fourth grader.

This Is MY Country...It's Here Where My Home And Loved Ones Are Found

Celebrating Independence Day is the epitome of summer time! Spending time with family and friends, grilling everything in sight, patriotism, watermelon, fireworks, freedom, homemade ice cream, and making lasting memories...now that is my definition of summer!

For the first time in four years, Michael had to work so we stayed in town instead of our traditional trip to Frisco for fireworks over Dillon reservoir. For the first time in YEARS my dad finally had the fourth of July off so they came and spent a few days with us. How cool is that! Out of all the places they could have gone they wanted to come and spend the 4th with us!

Our dog was barking like crazy and we discovered this pesky little guy reaching under the dog's kennel trying to get the dog food and he then moved on to our corn. My redneck hubby took care of him permanently from the window of our kids' bedroom in the dark, two stories up! What am I gonna do with guy?! I just knew the cops were going to show up at our door when the loud boom of the gun went off! (they seem to do that quite often when Mike gets insane ideas into his head!) Luckily it was July fourth weekend and it sounded like a firecracker!

We took my mom and dad up to Doc Holliday's grave above Glenwood Springs. Did you know that he was a dentist? It seems ironic that after a life of crime and thievery he died a destitute man.

Mikie the brute hauled Madse up the trail!

What is with my posey little kids? Look at em' posing for the camera!

Cha-cha-cheesy!

Little hammy!

Look out America's Next Top Model! You've got nothing on Mikie!

See what I'm talking about!? silly little posers!

Eeew...I had no idea that Madse was licking that fence....ick, bleck, cucky!!!

Madse robbing from a robber. There was money, playing cards, and cigarettes on Doc Holliday's grave and Madse tried so hard to reach for all of the loose change!

It never fails, take my dad to a historical site and he will spend HOURS reading EVERY marker!

YOO HOO... Dad..eh-hem...Dad, DAD...

SMILE!!!

We learned a lot from what my dad read. A twelve year old girl died by her own hand because she got scolded and decided that nobody liked her her so she drank lye and died a slow and torturous death. Poor thing! Some body should have just taught her that song, "Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, I'm gonna eat some worms!" The outcome would have been less fatal!

Chipmunk May storing grapes!

Tough Mikie hauling May May down the mountain!

It's always a crazy fun time together!!! They are my definition of happiness and I get to be their mom!

Madse is controlling the fireworks like an air bender...really!!! That's what he told me!!!

Little London (my favorite nursery kid) sat by me and kept me entertained through out the whole show! Did you know that she charges $5 for lemonade at her lemonade stand!? I would pay it...look at how adorable she is!

I annoyed Mike with all of my picture taking but everybody knows that watching people watch fireworks is so much funner than actually watching the fireworks!

It has been a few years since our small town has done a fireworks display. They did it on the third of July because it cost them ten thousand dollars less than doing it on the fourth. We watched the show from the cemetery and it was quite a delightful little show!

Grandpa provided us with a spectacular private firework show in our culdesac!

He engineered each firework to go off simultaneously and there were a few close ones too! It must be a boy thing!

Sunday, July fourth, my parents left, we went to church and sang lots of patriotic songs, and then we went to my friend, Erin's bbq. She told me that I didn't need to bring anything but that is like telling me not to breathe so I sliced up some watermelon and when we got there it looked like everyone else had the same idea! Good thing watermelon is so good! That evening I had the opportunity to speak at a baptism. I have been going with the missionaries to teach Karen and it was such an amazing experience to see her accept truth and light into her life and make the choice to be baptised. It was a blessing to witness her conversion and a fitting way to celebrate our nation's birth.