Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Shadow Art.

Just the title of this post made me smile.  Shadow and art- the nickname I now embrace and love, and the expression of human creative skill and imagination.  I am obsessed with creative people and their processes. 

Shadow photo time while logging trailtime.
I happen to share an office with one of the most creative people I know.  When the white labcoat is shed, she embodies a spirit of curiousity and imagination that takes the form of dance, cooking, gardening, baking, and yoga.  She shared this beautiful video with me.  It was a poignant reminder that our wordless actions can tell a bigger and more beautiful story.  Enjoy.


Sunday, April 21, 2013

Ohana.

At first I was going to write a race report, but this really wasn't considered a "race."  In the eyes of the Aussie coach, it was merely a "training session" where he happened to bring a lot more people out to 'play' with.

For me, it was a chance to witness firsthand how our team really is like ohana.


As evidenced on most Sunday rides... ;)
Being single in this sport can be both a blessing and a curse.  I can go to sleep as early as I need to without being guilt-tripped, or wake-up at 4:45am without disrupting someone else's sleep.  But sometimes it helps to have a partner- There were times in the past when I'd come back from work, my bike would be all ready to ride- tires pumped, chain lubed, hydration drinks mixed and in the bottles, and I would just change and we'd roll out to ride before the sunset.  There were race mornings where I'd just hop in the car and sleep, and the directions and navigation were in someone else's reliable hands.  

Saturday I felt very well-taken care of.  Hulk and Wolfie packed my bike up the day before to make things easier logistically.  Race morning, they picked me up at 3:45am.  I slept like a baby.  Not having to drive, fight for parking, and get lost in an area with no reception was a huge load off of my shoulders.


Hulk and Wolfie.
Hulk pushes me in the pool and on the bike, Wolfie pushes me on the track.
Stinger and Transformer went down the day before and picked up everyone and their mother's packets, t-shirts, and water bottles.  It saved a lot of us from having to stand in line race morning and waste precious time that could be spent on important things- like getting our hair braided or standing in the porta-potty line.


Super Sherpa Stinger and Transformer.
This was Transformer's first sprint triathlon and she did amazing!
(Mom, if you're reading, this is the lady I've been talking about!)
Race bib pickup with an added bonus- can you spot the good luck smiley face?

The night before, Warrior gave me my race-day inspiration that turned into my mantra....SHINE.  Today was the day to step out of the shadows and into the light, allowing my inner light to shine.  Her words were a huge encouragement and ran through my mind the entire time.  I literally could not stop smiling the entire time I was on the bike- I felt like Chrissie Wellington, all smiles.  I was just so grateful to be in that moment, doing what I love, and feeling so good doing it.


Race-day mantra.
Race day priorities.  Clearly.
Everything we had done in training already; I have never felt so smooth in my swim and effortless on the bike.  I raced naked- no Garmin, no heartrate monitor, no computer- I felt that data would only be limiting since my goal was just to go fast.  The results that our team had were solid- and that speaks volumes about the incredible coaching and guidance we've received over the past 11 weeks.  Aside from learning cool new words, the Aussie's unique training philosophy and coaching structure have transformed all of us from average athletes to 'thinking' athletes who are more relaxed and race faster.  




And thanks to Coach, Saturday turned out to be a pretty good "training session." 


 "Team Mom" Rising Phoenix and I took 1st and 2nd place.
Wolfie gobbled up enough prey to land her a 2nd place AG win!
I am so grateful to be surrounded by inspiring people who make me a better person and a better athlete.  




And just like family members all have nicknames for each other, I had to follow suit in the writing of this post.  Hence all the crazy nicknames.  We really are like family.  We really are ohana.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Lessons from Celery.

Have you ever cut celery?  You normally cut off the stalks an inch from the bottom, throw that stump in the trash, and continue chopping up the rest of the stalks.




There have been a lot of moments in my life that are like those celery stalk bottoms, in the form of  mistakes, failures, and things that I'm not too proud of.  And similar to when I'm in the kitchen, it's easier to whisk them off the cutting board, open up the trash can, haphazardly dump them in, shut the lid, and forget about them.

But recently, I've taken a good look at my life and realized that those 'mistakes' and 'failures' were huge bridges and building blocks in creating who I am today.

I don't like focusing on the past, but sometimes it's good to examine those 'stumps,' and let them sit for awhile.  Don't hate on them, love them.  Accept them as a necessary part of your journey.  Shine a little light on those issues instead of sweeping them under the rug.

And you will discover that with time, something amazing will emerge.  What you first thought was 'trash' always has the potential for growth, for new life.


Some things just need more water, love, and sunshine to grow again.
Life doesn't promise us an easy path.  But stay the course and stay courageous, no matter how hard the winds may blow.



So if you have a bunch of celery stems in your career path, your relationships, or even in your sport, accept them, give them some attention and know that nothing in life is a waste- everything has the potential for new life and new direction.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Wabi-Sabi.

My sister was the person who first introduced me to the term "wabi-sabi."  She apparently learned about it from my dad, who explained it as "finding the beauty and perfection in imperfection."  I was trying to wrap my head around this concept when she said, "Dad said that pinchpots are 'wabi-sabi' in an artistic expression." 

Ah, pinchpots.

The very first pinchpot that I made- working from one solid piece of clay and 'pinching' it outward to create a bowl. The whole time I had to remind myself that it was supposed to look asymmetrical.
Now I understood.  Wabi-Sabi is a Japanese world view or aesthetic expressing the beauty of things imperfect, impermanent and incomplete.  Each piece has a visual presence of its own and attempts to capture the simplicity and playfulness that are the cornerstone of the aesthetic.  Pinchpots embody the spirit of wabi-sabi because they are meant to be asymmetrical and imperfect, and this is what makes them beautiful.  Wabi-sabi is the reason why a vase with a crack down the center is deemed more unique and valuable than a perfectly shaped pot with no imperfections.  

There have been countless books and articles written about this concept of wabi-sabi in art, poetry, home decoration, and even lifestyle.  But what about in sport?

In triathlon, is it really perfection that we seek?  If I always had "perfect" training days and "perfect" races, the sport in itself would not be as attractive to me.  Even physically, our bodies are imperfect- perhaps we have flat feet, high arches, bum knees, disproportionate hip lengths, back problems or heart issues- but it is by embracing those imperfections and consciously moving forward when beauty is created.

This marked the 10th week of training with GL Coaching.  You'd better believe that I'm no perfect athlete.  But I freaking love the process, the growth- the opportunity that I have to go to That Place in each workout.  That one...you all know...the one where you stand toe to toe- with yourself- and you get curious, you get down, you dig deep, and you get stronger.

Exploring "That Place" with inspiring teammates.
It's not perfection that we seek.  But in the messy times, the struggles- those are the imperfect moments when we become more actualized, and we can truly see ourselves and what we are made of.  We are all pinchpots and our clay medium is triathlon.

Triathlon is comprised of 3 sports, so naturally an athlete will excel predominately in one of the disciplines, and have room for improvement in another.  It has been beautiful to watch the transformation of various squad members as they improve on their weakest link.  No one is "perfect" in all three sports.  It's been inspiring to watch the mental (and physical) improvement of everyone, as we all help each other along.  

It is by navigating through our imperfections when the most beautiful parts of who we are as individuals emerge- and that in itself is artistic expression in its truest form. 

We are not perfect.
And because of that fact, we are even more cherished and beautiful and valued by Someone, and by each other.
Wabi-sabi. Finding perfection in imperfection.
We are wabi-sabi in motion, as athletes.
This is the spirit of our sport.

Explore and embrace the beautiful athlete and individual that you are!


Thursday, April 4, 2013

Who Do You Love?



At tonight's bike/run session, Coach mentioned his Aussie friend who had managed to mount his expensive bike above the headboard in the bedroom.  The visual made me laugh, and also reminded me of this great quiz written by Joe Kita that I had read in Bicycling magazine a few years back.  It was so perfect for me during that time in my life that I had actually torn it out and saved it.  I tried searching for the actual quiz online but couldn't locate it.

Fortunately, I had filed away the hard copy of the quiz, and it luckily survived various moves and relationships in between... 

For those of you in relationships, these are the hard questions to ask yourself... For each question, answer "bike" or "spouse."  If both apply, mark both.  If neither applies, move on to the next question.  If you're not married, substitute "girlfriend" or "boyfriend" for spouse.  At the end, calculate which entity receives more of your affection.  And I suppose if they both tie,  you can mount your bike above the headboard....

  1. I'll never forget the first time I saw you.
  2. I wanted you instantly.
  3. I often find myself daydreaming about you.
  4. There's more than one photo of us together on my desk.
  5. I love showing you off to my friends.
  6. My friends often remark how attractive you are.
  7. In a typical week, we spend five or more hours of quality time together.
  8. When you're around, I often look at you with admiration and longing.
  9. In the last 3 months, I've spent more than $250 on you.
  10. I desperately want to take you to Italy.
  11. Our last ride lasted more than an hour.
  12. It's thrilling how you respond beneath me.
  13. I would never let anyone else ride you.
  14. You make my heart beat faster.
  15. You make me feel young.
  16. You have taken me places and shown me things I never thought I would see.
  17. When I'm alone with you, I'm at peace with the world.
  18. You were made for me.
  19. I can't live without you.
  20. I will never upgrade to a newer model.


Pencils down.  Now break up or ride your bike accordingly.