Saturday morning was the big Team in Training Kick-off. Joe and I met the coaches, trainers, mentors and the dozens of athletes that we'll be training with for the next 5 months. Pretty awesome. It was a great meeting and both of us left feeling super jazzed to begin our official training - which we started yesterday! Drum roll please...I ran, for the very first time, of my own volition and not because my lame 6th grade P.E. teacher told me to, OUTSIDE. Like I went on a for real run! It wasn't a super long run - only 1.5 miles. BUT, I am super proud of myself and I felt great afterward. Now that the first run is over with, I can push myself a bit more next time. Who knows - maybe by August I'll be running and enjoying it.
Boot Camp this morning was a bit of a beating. My legs are a little jello-y. I'm sure they'll be worse tomorrow. 15 miles on the bike manana - that'll feel real nice. Wednesday morning after Boot Camp, I head to LA. It's supposed to be in the low 60s, not super warm, but down right tropical compared to Boston (though yesterday was lovely here). I'm gonna aim for an ocean swim on Friday or Saturday. We'll see if that actually happens. Back up swim will be in the hotel pool.
On a separate note: Joe and I are brainstorming creative ways to fundraise for our race. We each have committed to raising $2700 by the second weekend in June and we know we can do it. Check back in a week or so for a link to our fundraising pages. If you have any oh-so-brilliant ideas (we'll even take the not-so-brilliant ideas) as to how we can raise moolah, please leave a comment!!!! Ideas so far include a party at a local bar (The Midway), a variety show hosted at the same place and a Wii tennis tournament (also at The Midway) with a $20 buy in and the first prize winner splits the pot with us (unless we can find someone to donate a wicked cool first prize).
Please please please give us your suggestions!!!!
That's all for now. Overall, a great fitness week thus far and I'm even more psyched about the tri since our Kick-off on Saturday.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Recent Developments.
Joe represented both of us at the first Team in Training meeting on Thursday (I had class). He talked to the trainers afterwards about my three time conflicts with the training program. The first, and the least problematic is Wednesday evening group runs. I have class on Wednesday nights till 8:30 so participating in the group run is not something that I can do. But while the group training is important, missing one group training session/week is not going to do me in. The second issue is that I'll be leaving for L.A. in mid-May (and flying back to Boston for the sprint triathlon in June), so I'll miss the last few weeks of group training. The trainers said that this wasn't an issue either, as they can hook me up with the Team in Training chapter in L.A. and I can spend my last three weeks training with them. The third issue is the biggest, and that's the 6 week interruption in my training because of my breast reduction surgery that I have scheduled for March 5. The trainers have promised to help me work around this, and, as the first race in June is sprint (shorter distance), it shouldn't take too much to get me up to race level, but I'll have to work really hard.
A note about the races: Joe and I were planning on doing an Olympic tri with Team in Training in August. Well, the MA Team in Training does not train for an Olympic tri in August. They train for one in June. But because of my surgery, it would be very difficult for me to get to the point physically where I would need to be to race in an Olympic tri by the 2nd weekend in June. So, Joe and I have decided to race in a sprint tri (1/4 mile swim, 10 mile bike, 3.5 mile run) in June and an Olympic tri in late summer (1 mile swim, 26 mile bike, 6.2 mile run). We will be raising money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society for the sprint in June, but not the Olympic. The sprint we are racing will be in Hyannis, MA (Cape Cod) and the location of the Olympic is yet to be determined but we will most likely be racing with Sarah. (Whoo hoo!)
I start Fit Camp tomorrow. It's intense strength training at 6am three times/week. This, on top of my regular work outs, should whip me into a strong (albeit tired) puppy. I'll certainly let you know how that goes... I'm a little nervous. The instructor is this really energetic, super kind and INSANELY ripped woman named Jackie. She could probably tear my face off with her bare hands. I think that if the gym allowed her to bring a whip into her classes, she probably would. I'm really looking forward to working with her, in the same way that you look forward to riding a huge rollercoaster. I definitely have some serious butterflies, but I know it's going to be a great experience.
One last development:
Joe and I are getting married!!!! And I'm really pretty stoked about that. :)
A note about the races: Joe and I were planning on doing an Olympic tri with Team in Training in August. Well, the MA Team in Training does not train for an Olympic tri in August. They train for one in June. But because of my surgery, it would be very difficult for me to get to the point physically where I would need to be to race in an Olympic tri by the 2nd weekend in June. So, Joe and I have decided to race in a sprint tri (1/4 mile swim, 10 mile bike, 3.5 mile run) in June and an Olympic tri in late summer (1 mile swim, 26 mile bike, 6.2 mile run). We will be raising money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society for the sprint in June, but not the Olympic. The sprint we are racing will be in Hyannis, MA (Cape Cod) and the location of the Olympic is yet to be determined but we will most likely be racing with Sarah. (Whoo hoo!)
I start Fit Camp tomorrow. It's intense strength training at 6am three times/week. This, on top of my regular work outs, should whip me into a strong (albeit tired) puppy. I'll certainly let you know how that goes... I'm a little nervous. The instructor is this really energetic, super kind and INSANELY ripped woman named Jackie. She could probably tear my face off with her bare hands. I think that if the gym allowed her to bring a whip into her classes, she probably would. I'm really looking forward to working with her, in the same way that you look forward to riding a huge rollercoaster. I definitely have some serious butterflies, but I know it's going to be a great experience.
One last development:
Joe and I are getting married!!!! And I'm really pretty stoked about that. :)
Thursday, January 15, 2009
The Beginning.
So I started a blog.
This blog, in fact.
Why? For a couple of reasons. First is accountability. I am not ashamed of that totally lame reason for starting a blog. I need to be held accountable. I need to remember why I decided to embark on this journey, and I need to tell my friends and family about it so as to be held accountable. I need people to ask me, "Cass, how's the training coming?" I've got to have something to say to people when they ask, yes? Accountability. "Well, I rode my bike 15 miles this morning, that's how training is coming". No bike ride = nothing to say.
Another reason for starting the blog is to provide a means of supporting myself. When the last thing I want to do is get out of bed at 5am and bike 15 miles or haul to the pool to swim 30 laps, I need to be reminded that I am doing this for a reason. That I am doing this because I was inspired to do so, because I am (albeit indirectly) helping people that I care a great deal about, and because I want to. How do I remind myself? By going back and reading my posts. Reading your comments. And writing new posts.
So to begin. A bit about my decision to race. Wait, before that. It should be noted that it was not just my decision. It was our decision, as Joe and I are doing this together. We certainly have some overlapping reasons for deciding to race, but as I cannot speak or think for Joe (even though sometimes I try real hard), I will not attempt to present or represent Joe's process or progress as we commence this adventure.
Inspiration number one is Sarah. My Best Lady. My Golden Girl. The jam on my toast and the jelly between my toes. She participated in her first triathlon last summer. She also raced with Team in Training, raising $2k for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. She called me a few hours after finishing her race, bringing me to tears with her own sobs as she dubbed that Sunday the greatest day of her life. She raced for her dad. The man that left Sarah's world before she entered into mine. I did not know him, but he helped bring the most beautiful girl I know into being and I am eternally, irrevocably and unambiguously grateful for that. So I swim for Sarah.
Inspiration number two is a birthday cake. This sounds a bit strange. But. One of the first times I experienced the death of one of my peers, I was in 9th grade. KI lost a 14 year battle with Leukemia during the second semester of our freshman year of high school. We met in 6th grade. She moved to my neighborhood and my mom encouraged me to befriend her. I thought it was weird that she still played with Barbies. 11 year olds were NOT supposed to play with Barbies. I don't remember when I found out that she had cancer. I think I knew from the get go. After a few 'playdates', I got the courage to ask her about her thinning hair. She told me that she'd been sick since she was born. She explained to me about her bad blood. She told me about chemo. She showed me all of the scars from surgeries and needle pokes. And she did all of this with a big, gigantic smile on her face. I asked her if it hurt. She said yes. I asked her if she felt tired. She said sometimes. I asked her how she managed to get through it. She said birthday cake. When she was little, her parents started a tradition that, for each year of her life, they'd add another layer to the birthday cake. When she was old enough to understand just why her parents celebrated (extra-special celebrated) each of her birthdays, she began to also look forward to the birthday cake. Not just because cake is delicious, but because she recognized what it meant to her parents. She began to see another layer of birthday cake as a symbol of her perseverance. She just barely saw 14 layers. Over the past 11 years, I have grown more and more awe-inspired by the life of KI and her profoundly sunny outlook as she fought with an opponent that could not be beat. And so I bike for birthday cake.
Inspiration number three is Reid. Talk about putting up a fight. Reid is the reigning champion. He looked cancer in the face and said "Not me and not now". He stays in the ring. Puts up his dukes. And gives leukemia the old one-two. Through the fight, Reid smiles. So from Boston I stand in admiration of this most amazing fight, and with a smile, I run for Reid.
So those are my three reasons. My three inspirations. When mornings suck. When my legs hurt. When I am tired. When I really just do not feel like it. I can look back at what I have written and remember why I made this decision. I can remember the photo of Sarah and her dad in a doonbuggy and I can remember playing Barbies with KI and I can remember Reid rocking out in a fake heavy metal band and that's what will get me through the rough morning or the long week or the last mile.
Hold me accountable. I want to do this.
This blog, in fact.
Why? For a couple of reasons. First is accountability. I am not ashamed of that totally lame reason for starting a blog. I need to be held accountable. I need to remember why I decided to embark on this journey, and I need to tell my friends and family about it so as to be held accountable. I need people to ask me, "Cass, how's the training coming?" I've got to have something to say to people when they ask, yes? Accountability. "Well, I rode my bike 15 miles this morning, that's how training is coming". No bike ride = nothing to say.
Another reason for starting the blog is to provide a means of supporting myself. When the last thing I want to do is get out of bed at 5am and bike 15 miles or haul to the pool to swim 30 laps, I need to be reminded that I am doing this for a reason. That I am doing this because I was inspired to do so, because I am (albeit indirectly) helping people that I care a great deal about, and because I want to. How do I remind myself? By going back and reading my posts. Reading your comments. And writing new posts.
So to begin. A bit about my decision to race. Wait, before that. It should be noted that it was not just my decision. It was our decision, as Joe and I are doing this together. We certainly have some overlapping reasons for deciding to race, but as I cannot speak or think for Joe (even though sometimes I try real hard), I will not attempt to present or represent Joe's process or progress as we commence this adventure.
Inspiration number one is Sarah. My Best Lady. My Golden Girl. The jam on my toast and the jelly between my toes. She participated in her first triathlon last summer. She also raced with Team in Training, raising $2k for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. She called me a few hours after finishing her race, bringing me to tears with her own sobs as she dubbed that Sunday the greatest day of her life. She raced for her dad. The man that left Sarah's world before she entered into mine. I did not know him, but he helped bring the most beautiful girl I know into being and I am eternally, irrevocably and unambiguously grateful for that. So I swim for Sarah.
Inspiration number two is a birthday cake. This sounds a bit strange. But. One of the first times I experienced the death of one of my peers, I was in 9th grade. KI lost a 14 year battle with Leukemia during the second semester of our freshman year of high school. We met in 6th grade. She moved to my neighborhood and my mom encouraged me to befriend her. I thought it was weird that she still played with Barbies. 11 year olds were NOT supposed to play with Barbies. I don't remember when I found out that she had cancer. I think I knew from the get go. After a few 'playdates', I got the courage to ask her about her thinning hair. She told me that she'd been sick since she was born. She explained to me about her bad blood. She told me about chemo. She showed me all of the scars from surgeries and needle pokes. And she did all of this with a big, gigantic smile on her face. I asked her if it hurt. She said yes. I asked her if she felt tired. She said sometimes. I asked her how she managed to get through it. She said birthday cake. When she was little, her parents started a tradition that, for each year of her life, they'd add another layer to the birthday cake. When she was old enough to understand just why her parents celebrated (extra-special celebrated) each of her birthdays, she began to also look forward to the birthday cake. Not just because cake is delicious, but because she recognized what it meant to her parents. She began to see another layer of birthday cake as a symbol of her perseverance. She just barely saw 14 layers. Over the past 11 years, I have grown more and more awe-inspired by the life of KI and her profoundly sunny outlook as she fought with an opponent that could not be beat. And so I bike for birthday cake.
Inspiration number three is Reid. Talk about putting up a fight. Reid is the reigning champion. He looked cancer in the face and said "Not me and not now". He stays in the ring. Puts up his dukes. And gives leukemia the old one-two. Through the fight, Reid smiles. So from Boston I stand in admiration of this most amazing fight, and with a smile, I run for Reid.
So those are my three reasons. My three inspirations. When mornings suck. When my legs hurt. When I am tired. When I really just do not feel like it. I can look back at what I have written and remember why I made this decision. I can remember the photo of Sarah and her dad in a doonbuggy and I can remember playing Barbies with KI and I can remember Reid rocking out in a fake heavy metal band and that's what will get me through the rough morning or the long week or the last mile.
Hold me accountable. I want to do this.
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