I hope you have had the chance to view the video, “Where the **ll is Matt?”. Soon after we first viewed Matt’s fabulous video, Tim was attending a conference and who do you think was a featured guest? And guess who danced on stage with Matt?
Thanks Matt for your reminder of our common humanity and need for joy!
Today is July 22. Also known as Kerrin’s Official Triathlon Training Day. For my entire life, or at least the past two weeks, I have been training for an event that will change the course of this coming Saturday. I will be partaking in the J. Cecil Jarvis Memorial Triathlon just outside of Bridgeport, WV. It will be a test of will and rock-hard quadriceps. A battle of strategy and glutes that could ricochet a bullet. A competition of heart and determination versus enjoyment and apathy. It will be difficult. And I will win.
Update: I just read on the official race website the man who won last year has participated in the Hawaii Ironman multiple times and was even a 2nd place finisher in the National Triathlon. On Friday, he is holding a clinic/Q&A session on how he is going to kick all of our butts on Saturday.
So, maybe I won’t win, but I will try. I biked five hours last saturday and can hurl through the twelve miles that is required in a matter of minutes. I can sprint up 40% grades like it’s flat ground. I can swim… oh wait, no I can’t. In fact, I haven’t swam for nearly two years. Or, 730 days. So, I decided it was time to start training! Unfortunately, as I mentioned before, it is July 22, and the race is on July 25.
Today, July 22, I completed the whole triathlon. I biked 12 miles, and then ran 3.1. I felt good. Then, with nowhere else to turn, I headed to the pond to finish what I started:
Unfortunately, within two minutes of swimming around in circles, my arms were burning and my legs began to sink lower and lower into the murky depths as their stamina faded. My goggles filled up with water (which was a bit of a blessing after seeing the creatures that lurked down below) and I swallowed more pond water than could possibly be healthy. I quickly swam back to safety.
The swim is only 600 yards, which the top racers from last year completed somewhere between 10-12 minutes. I am hoping for 30. I have always said that the race is won and lost on the bike, and I stand by that statement. Unfortunately, it is hard to win the race via biking skills, when you have drowned during the swimming stage.
I should have started to swim a bit sooner. Good luck, Sheldon.
In tribute to the fantastic 2009 Tour De France, I searched my iPhoto library to pull out this gem:
Here is a Shelblog Picture-Blast from the Past:
Enjoy the rest of the tour! LIVESTRONG!
Lately I have been getting a lot of heat from certain individuals about my inactivity on Shelblog. I wanted to apologize for this, but at the same time I feel I need to defend myself by demonstrating how awesome I really am.
The day started off by doing a devotional with my husband (Nolan) and listening to a sermon on marriage online courtesy of Messiah Lutheran Church and Pastor Tim Baldinger (anyone interested should go to: www.messiah-nc.org and look up Pastor’s messages in March. He does a four part series on marriage).
I then had to head off to work to make the big bucks at Local Coffee and Tea. We ended up getting a rather large storm so I ended up leaving a 1/2 hour early after a strenuous day at the office, which worked out great because I had a busy evening ahead. When I got home, I pulled out the butter to soften for dessert and the chicken to defrost for dinner (I have very strong organizational skills…hint hint Timmy if you need a new Admin). Then I sat down to watch Stage 15 of the Tour de France so I could not only provide dinner and dessert for my husband when he arrived home, but I could also discuss sports with him as well (plus I love Lance Armstrong…as an athlete).
When the stage ended (which was crushing…poor, old Lance) I started to make a dessert of PLUM UPSIDE DOWN CAKE from scratch!!! YUMMY! Once that was finished, I popped it in the oven, cleaned, and started on phase two: dinner. This was an easy, nutritional one-pot meal of sweet and spicy chicken with baked cabbage and green peppers (again yummy). The cake cooled as I switched the main course into the oven.
In the mean time, I cleaned the kitchen top to bottom, set the table, and caught up with a girl friend. Nolan walked in the door as the timer was going off, groaning about how hungry he was and ready to eat. We sat down at our table, enjoyed our meal and dessert, and as Nolan cleaned (yes he cleans) I sat down to write my blog! Ah. All in a day’s work (and this is Sunday no less).
Eat that Kyle Sheldon. No pun intended
That is correct. I am now an official member of the ShelBlog family. Stay tuned for heroic tales from the life of a fourth year – yes that’s right a 4th year – veterinary student as I tell about the wonders and gruesomeness that is veterinary medicine. Pictures may contain blood and are not for the faint of heart. Stay tuned.