They say “ignorance is bliss”, and my life seems to be a constant reminder of that truth. That is basically how I was talked into running marathons. As I started training for my first marathon, I didn’t realize I had to run over 26 miles, and, even after I finished, I had no idea that a 3:08:xx was an ok time. And now, here I am opening a retail triathlon store while training for an Ironman. Brilliant. I’m guessing all those miles I have logged might not have made me any smarter.
Growing up with 3 brothers, I learned early on the concept of “survival of the fittest”. Our parents brought us up to enjoy life and enjoy it to its fullest, which often means that packing too much into a 24 hour time frame is not unreasonable. A 20 mile run, followed by a 20 mile rollerblade before noon isn’t all that much…plus, there is all of that time in the afternoon to get some work done and time to socialize at night. For 15 years I have been sharing the fun with others (take 2 Advil…ok, better take 4 and keep the bottle handy, and please call me in the morning – or half way through the night because there is just no better way to put a smile on my face than to hear how sore my clients are following a training session.) With my USAT and NASM certification I hope to be smiling and enjoying life with all of you for a long time to come.
As I have aged, I’m not sure that I or any who knows me would say that I have become any wiser. I am still a Packer fan, and I believe Ironman is a fun event. I have been told by a few people that I have a smart butt and I am sure I should interpret that to mean that everyone perceives me as gaining intelligence. The good news is, I think I am developing another brain!
As I enter into yet another phase of my life, I understand this reality would look vastly different without the complete support of my partner, Judi. She has been the support that I have dreamt about…by the way, she is no longer available…I just can’t let her go…I would sorely miss all of the material she so readily supplies me with to keep me doubled over laughing. I’m thinking she does that on purpose because of my aversion to stretching. She claims it’s the only stretching my hamstrings get. But I’m certainly not going to listen to someone who’s dualing nicknames are “Gumby” and “Boo Boo”.
I have heard, through the pulse, that people think that I really can’t walk on water. Actually, my swim coach refers to me as a bottom feeder. I tell you what though, I give great advice, truth be told, I have a tendency not to be the best follower of my own advice. Proof in the pudding is that I am on Dr. Thorson’s Christmas card list, and there is now an exam room in his building in my name. Give me a call if you are looking for training tips, just don’t try to steal my training log to follow and think it is going to improve your race year.
