Pic of the next generation

I needed to post this b/c it is so funny how intense Noah is riding his bike. Check out his bottle cage. He had to have it.





Here is also a new pic of Molly at 3 mos. She is thinking, Mom stop kissing me! It is so hard b/c she smells so good:)

1st Race Report

So I decided to do the Womens Triathlon that comes to my hometown a few months back thinking that the baby would be about 3 mos old and that would be no problem. OUCH. It was really hard. You can be "in shape" and you can be in "race shape". Which I am only in shape. I truely believe that it will take me a full year to be in race shape again. And I think I am okay with that. I packed my bag the night before the race forgetting half of the things I usually bring. As I was getting in the car Sunday morning at 5:50 (race starts at 7am) running late I remembered that I needed a towel and a few other things. I was a complete space cadet. I went like gang busters and got into transition by 6:15. Not bad only 45 min to set up get a quick warmup in and head to the start. WOW. Normally I give myself tons of time. My DAd was standing behind me in transition pointing to his watch as I was chatting away. I didn't realize I behind I was until I got to the start and they said 2 min left before everyone is out of the water. Yikes, again. As the race starter counted back from 10, lightening struck. I think I am ginxed this year with the weather. Every thing I have been doing the last month or so keeps getting rained out. So we got delayed an hour. OH Crap! I had it perfectly planned to feed Molly (nurse) after the race. I had pumped before I left home. I didn't want to feel like a cow milking at a race so I left that machine at home. Now that the race was one hr later that meant 1 more hr of bigger boobs! Not good. I borrowed someones cell phone to see if my Mom could rush the pump to the race. Didn't happen. As we waited for the second start I was telling Liz and Lauren about my leaky problem. Lauren looked at my wetsuit and read it like it was "Hydrofull". Except she said "superfull". She was right I was superfull.

The race went great! It was a ton of fun to do all of that again. I really REALLY hurt during the swim. My arms went numb I think. I haven't done anything that hard since giving birth 3 mos ago. I am out of shape in the water something fierce! Then onto the bike. I thought the swim hurt but boy did the bike hurt. I really tried pushing it. As I got off the bike people were shouting at me 2 min or 3 min behind. I couldn't care less. I was doing everything in my will power just to go forward let alone catch anyone.

Today in the paper...

Check out this fun article. I am a little nervous about racing this weekend. Especially against Elizabeth Fedofsky and Lauren Jensen. I have about 2 weeks of good training in, yikes. Oh, well. Should be fun to get the racing demons out:)

http://www.dailyherald.com/story/?id=209085

My relationships...

Yesterday was my first group ride in I don't know how long. But a long time. I do like them but they have there positives and negatives. It usually entails a bunch of ego hungry men that need to prove something and then a mishmash of others. I always get a kick out of all of the different personalities and bikes.
As I we began the ride yesterday I soon realized that I totally forgot about my relationship with the wind AND my saddle. They have both been rocky ones. Living in the midwest with absolutely no elevation causes tornado like winds on the farm roads. Yesterday was just like that. It felt like pushing against a wall the entire ride! It probably didn't help that I have been on the bike 3 times since giving birth but still it was a freaking wall! I tried to stay with the big boys but couldn't do it for long. Even when I was grinding and grinding on the road against the tornado like winds I LOVED every moment. We are so lucky to be able to do this and push our bodies to the limits that we do. My relationship with the wind has been a rocky and tumultuous one but one that I always find rewarding in the end.
AHHH, but my relationship with my saddle by no means is EVER good. I swear I think I have tried every saddle on earth and every pair of cycling shorts to find the perfect fit. I don't think I will ever find it. No matter what I wear or what I sit on it will always hurts. I have come to the conclusion that my saddle and I will never have a successful relationship and I will have to be okay with that. (And ladies, if you have any new ideas for me on this please let me know, I am always up to trying new stuff)