Race Story and More

Current Weight 147 Above LIW 3.5   So my Mom's birthday was this past Thursday (Happy Birthday, Mom!).  Being the good daughter I am, I called her to wish her a Happy Day, and chatted with her about life and whats new.  I mentioned that I was considering doing yoga teacher training, and she said in response, 'you remind me so much of my dad.  He was never satisfied, he was always trying to grow and learn more'.  Immediately, in response to her first words, I was transported back to my teens and my 20s, and my early 30s, when I have heard her say that I am never satisfied before...and then I reflected on her next statement, you are always trying to grow and learn more...I asked her, when you say that, do you mean it as a negative? Because I ALWAYS took those words never satisfied as a negative (she never said the grow part before).  And she said no, she said she was always so impressed with it, and it was so unlike her.  Boy, was I thrown for a loop.  It was as if a bomb exploded in my head.  You mean all those things I thought, that my mom didnt approve of what I do, that she doesnt think I am happy with what i do or have, that I cannot be satisfied-that was all wrong, and instead she was impressed and happy and maybe a little envious...wow, to have that clarified after assuming something else for so long was amazing.  And it is causing me to rethink lots of things, and be more open, and less critical of myself.  Wild, huh?   So on to the race story.  You know that the last tri I did I blew my front tire, and road on it for 4 miles anyway, right?  Well, this time, I blew my first tire at mile 10, and was lucky enough to have someone stop and help me fix it- I was also prepared with an intertube and all the tools I would need to change it.  The second tire, again the front, blew at mile 15-just my luck!  I only had 8 more miles to go, and I was feeling great.  No pain, good time, and wanting to finish.  I waited for some help, 10 minutes, then more, and no luck. I was only about 1/2 a mile from a turn where there were some state policemen, so I started walking.  I had to take off my bike shoes since it was too hard to walk in them, so I walked in my socks to them, and ended up cutting the bottom of my foot (didnt find that out until I went to put my running shoes on in transition and saw the blood).  The nice officer drove me back to the transition area, or should I say, to the entrance of the park where I got back on the bike and rode in so I wouldnt be disqualified (they were pretty lax, and I was one of the last people to finish, so I didnt think it a big deal.  I knew if I was DQed I wouldnt find out my official times, and I wanted to, so thats the only reason I didnt report it, really....hey, Im telling you, right.  Full disclosure.  Anyway, by the time I got back to transition, it was really later than it would have been if I had rode the 8 miles back on a full tire.  So I went on to finish the run, and ultimately finish all but 8 miles of the race.  As I did it just to prove that I could, especially in regards to the swim and the run, I felt really good about my results.  I ran all 6 miles in ~10 minutes each, despite those sand dunes and all the varied terrain, and the cut on my foot, and I swam the mile in less than 40 minutes, which is what it normally takes me in a pool.  And the bike portion-15 miles-took me less than and hour which isnt too shabby.  I would haev loved to not have gotten those flats to see my real time.   My next race is the warrior dash... on Oct 10th; I just registered today.  You go through 13 obstacles, like jumping over fire, and crawling in the mud under barbed wire, while running 3.23 miles.  It should be a blast.  I love this body of mine...   And since I will be doing yoga teacher training and running during my next round, you and I will get to see first hand how exercise affects someone who is conditioned during HCG.  I have  a feeling that I will be tired, and not lose as much, but I will be good either way.  I look and feel great, and though I want to lose another 20 lbs to get to 125, its really just gravy, since I have a whole new life that I love.  And wonderful bloggy friends like you...you know you all rock, dont you?