Jittery

Ok, I was going to write about how we saw the Easter bunny Sunday. We ended up eating with the EB in our old high school. It was fun showing the kids pictures of their dad on the wall of fame. I loved watching my friend's daughters dance while we ate our breakfast. It was a great way to spend a snowy spring morning.

That's about all the detail my buzzing mind can muster up.



I'm not the stoic, stiff upper lip patient I would love to believe myself to be.


The jitters that accompany hyperthyroidism - SUCK. Thankfully Zak can't read yet or else he'd be spelling it to the class tomorrow.


Women reading think - P M S. Men reading think wives, daughters, co-workers with P M S.

I have a very understanding husband. I hope I don't damage my children or my friendships because bitchiness is oozing at an uncontrollable rate.


I won't say anymore. I'm going to go itch the skin off my back now.

Oh, you have one more day to Shop n Share. Now go. If you went, thank you.

It's Time to Shop, Again :)

It's time to Shop n Share again.

Here's the link to the website as well as the link to Jewels weekly sale ads.

http://www.michellesracetorecovery.com/

http://jewelosco.shoplocal.com/jewelosco/default.aspx?action=nuep&adref=jewel_osco_homepage

Hope you find some good bargains!

Ironman

I went to see Dennis's new baby. She's so cute. Look what he gave me. WOW. Now to many this is nothing more than a visor with words.

To me, well, it's more than that.

When I did IM Wisconsin Doug bought the group hats. For me, it was the glue that bonded us together. Well, I've just been glued, again.

I'll be honest, I have been leaning towards not doing the race. I guess my actions have been speaking louder than my thoughts because I've been training. Training like I'm gonna do it. Just not training with the intestity that I like to put into my workouts.

I'm scared. I have one heart. If I push myself to hard, the way I like to, well .... I know this thyroid thing is gonna pass, and the road to recovery is just a few short weeks away.

So, I'm taking things as slow as I can with the final goal - to be at the start line in Kentucky on race day.

Part of me thinks, I won't be doing my best but that's rubbish. Please remind me that I said that because on August 30th, in that moment, I will give it my all, the all that I have. And at the finish line I will see my friend Dennis and Caroline and anyone else who decides to stay up because it will be late. But I will finish in 17 hours.

Hey Dennis, this doesn't get you off the hook. I will pass you in an Ironman. The day will come when you either won't pass me on the bike or I will catch you on the run. Ah, I'm smiling just thinking about it. :)

CONGRATULATIONS MATTHEW!!!

For taking Team Illinois Freshman Sophmore/140 pound - State Wrestling Championship!!!

We're so proud of you! :)

Let the Madness Begin!

This is my year. It's been 10 years since I began the madness and this year, 2009, is my year to win it all.

I can feel it. I will pick the underdogs and the champions in the right order and I will be crowned the winner, finally, of Team T.E.A. March Madness.

It's gonna feel so good. I should just call the family now and tell them not to come. Why should the bother. :)

Brotherhood

I've been trying to define my relationship with the trimates. Why put a label on anything? Not sure why I do this. I've always gotta be thinking about something. Dissecting, pulling it apart.



Yesterday it hit me. It's a brotherhood. These are a bunch of great people, who have shared an experience with me and we will forever be tied together by that experience.



The nice thing about the relationship is we get to see each other at our best. We are doing things that we really enjoy. Instead of at our annoying worst. Like trying to get dinner on the table, help the kids with their homework, and fold the last load of laundry, all at the same time.



Now, are they someone I would bother if I needed to talk at 2 a.m.? - um, nope. I can actually picture if I did do that to some of them, how they would politely end the conversation before it even started :) Besides, I have Patty for that.



life is good.

This is What the Doctor Said ....

..... No racing. No endurance sports. Not for at least 7 weeks. Your body is being taxed. It's fighting itself. Why would you want to push it further? Your thyroid is hot. We need to cool it down. Take the beta blockers, the antithyroid meds for 6 weeks. Come back, we'll see if it's cool enough to take the radioactive iodine.

With a huge lump in my throat I tell her I have an Ironman this summer.

What's that?

Ok, she needs to get out more cause even my mother knew what an Ironman is.

I explain it to her and mid sentence she cuts me off and repeats herself. Then she asks when is it again?

I don't feel like crying anymore and tell her late August. Oh, she says, oh you can go to that, you'll be fine in August. Nothing for at least 7 weeks though. I'm thinking she has no clue what you need to do to get to the start line at the end of August.

I tell her I need to do something. If I keep my heart rate low can I walk and ride? Yes she tells me but don't get it above the 120's.

Ok coach Doug. I'm going to test those words you used to tell me all the time. It's going to be a long, slow 7 weeks.

I'm doing my best to keep all this in perspective. It's hard tho, as much as I hate to admit training, running, swimming and biking defines me, it actually does. It is a piece of my big picture. So to not do it, not by choice but by being ordered not to, well ..... I'm trying to keep it all perspective.

What the F

I won't finish that sentence.



As a follow up to last weeks post, I have to say I'm extremely aware of my vocabulary. So much so I've given up swearing for lent. Which is a lot harder than I thought it would be.



Today I read Project Procrastination. She is hilarious. Here's a link to her post http://projectprocrastination.blogspot.com/





While commenting on her post a saw a reference to this Bud Light commercial.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJJL5dxgVaM



These two things definitely make me feel better about what happened last week, but I must say SI's email was what set me ease. I'm still laughing. Oh, not gonna share it with you, I deleted it cause he didn't want to offend anyone. :)

I Hate Whining

I was gonna write about doubt but after reading it I erased it. Instead I'm gonna write about 2006.



Actually I think all this started in 2005. Just before I qualified for the Boston marathon at the Chicago Marathon in 2005, I ran a 5k. I did it just for fun. I ended up coming in 1st in my age group. 22:22. It was my fastest 5k. I was so excited I could have floated home.



Then something strange happened in 2006. Something to this day I'm still trying to figure out. (because I can never accept anything at face value) I podiumed in just about every race I ran. It was the strangest thing. I felt as if I had fallen into the Twight Light Zone of 40 something female running. Why would I feel this way? Because I've always run just for fun. I'm the person that starts in the back and just kind of goes. So to come in 1st, 2nd or 3rd in my a/g was kind of hard to grasp. Now understand that I kept it all in perspective, I knew it wasn't the world championships or the Olympics but it was still an accomplishment I never expected or for some reason ever felt comfortable with.



I miss it. I just miss running fast. The speed training. The tempo runs. The hill repeats. I loved going as fast as I could push myself.



I've been blessed with so much since having the kids. Am I selfish to want to be the fastest soccer mom on the block again?



It's tough accepting that right now 12 minute miles are as fast as it's gonna be.