B.L.I.N.D. Dates

(The following is an article I wrote for North Fitness last year.  With training volume increasing, the B.L.I.N.D. dates have made a reappearance to supplement the usual gels/GUs/Shotblocks that are starting to bore the palate)... Enjoy!

B.L.I.N.D. Dates
(Blended Lime juice In Nutty Deliciousness)

“There’s nothing worse than almost marrying someone, breaking if off, and having to start over with a blind date.  It’s like failing your senior year of high school and having to go back to kindergarten.”

 -Cindy Chupack

Ahh, the month of February.  Heart-shaped chocolates and truffles.  Romantic dinners with wine and red roses.

However, for those individuals whose significant ‘others’ take the shape of a bike, a running trail or a pool, perhaps now is a good time to start thinking about ‘dating.’

At the peak of Ironman training when I was juggling double-workout days and working full-time, it was hard to properly fuel my workouts given my time constraints.  As a result, I would go into a training session either starving and burn out too soon, or I’d eat a substantial snack that would in turn, need substantial time to digest.  By that time, the sun had set, and so had my motivation.

Enter, the blind date.   A colleague of mine noticed my dilemma and kindly shared her creation- a mixture of natural energy consisting of dates, lime juice and nuts.  Oh, the joys of simple nutrition!  I appropriately nicknamed them B.L.I.N.D dates (Blended Lime juice In Nutty Deliciousness). 

Just as real-life blind dates can sometimes be a pleasant surprise, these little creations were surprisingly delicious, and served their purpose well.  Not only were they easily digestible, but the energy from the dates was quick-burning, and the monounsaturated fats and protein from the nuts kept my stomach satisfied.  They conveniently fit into a gym bag or into the back of a jersey pocket for energy on the go.  Try it for yourself!

B.L.I.N.D. Dates

-2 c. nuts (almonds, cashews, pecans, walnuts, pistachios)

-2 c. pitted dates

-1/2 c. dried sour cherries

-2 Tbs. flaxseed

-juice from 1-2 limes

Directions: Using a food processor, combine the above ingredients.  Add enough lime juice to bind the ingredients enough where they can be easily rolled into balls. Enjoy!

Feel free to get creative with this basic recipe…try adding a scoop of protein powder, other dried fruit, shredded coconut, or even morsels of carob or chocolate for a sweeter variety.

Love is complicated enough.  Keep your nutrition simple.  Happy “dating!”

Original recipe and inspiration from the kitchen of my dear friend and fellow dietitian, Praveena Kumar, MS, RD.

The Icarus Deception

"Stop swimming from behind.  Swim YOUR fast."  Coach first said this to me from the pool deck on Tuesday morning.  He repeated these words to me this morning before practice.  I first thought he was referring to my swimming tendencies with my lanemate, since I tend to mindlessly gauge my efforts on his pace.  He is a strong, steady fish, and sometimes it's easier to swim in his shadow than listen to my own body and what is my own perceived effort.

But Coach was referring to the fact that I am swimming slower than I am capable of, mostly because I like to be comfortable.  How can I get faster if I refuse to swim and challenge my body to a higher threshold of work? (notice I deliberately didn't use the word pain...)

Remember Icarus, from Greek mythology? He attempted to escape from Crete by wings made of feathers and wax.  He ignored the instructions not to fly too close to the sun, and the melting wax caused him to fall into the sea where he drowned.

I recently heard of Seth Godin's book, The Icarus Deception: How High Will You Fly?, where he challenges the old rules of playing it safe and staying in your comfort zone in your career and life.  He flips the lesson on the classic Icarus myth, and instead praises Icarus for his willingness to take a risk and challenge preconceived notions.  In society, the real innovators and artists are those who defy traditional rules and strive higher.  They are not afraid to risk. Godin writes about how it is better to be sorry than safe.  We need to fly higher than ever.

In sport, our 'dangerous sun' is also know as our "red line"- the point that you reach where you either quit, vomit, or have to slow down.  Ironically, that line is rarely reached since our head prevents our bodies from ever coming close to that breaking point.

Most of us train in the gray zone, that comfortable place where we give some effort but not enough to make us faster in the long run.  I've been guilty of this.  I know my body and when things start to feel uncomfortable, I dial it back a little, recover and conserve.  I'd rather have "something left in the tank" than crash and burn.  I live up to my nickname at times, where I have a tendency to rest in the shadows and put out effort when I feel like I have something in the tank.  The problem is, I always have more than enough left in the tank.  I have yet to fly close to my sun because I have been afraid of the melting wax on my wings.

Exploring those limits with 3 minute TT relay efforts on the bike.
Gotta love the nickname! 

Hence, my coach's words of advice.

So today I swam MY fast, in my triathlon kit with more drag than I'd prefer.  I felt the lactic acid build up in my muscles.  I kept swimming.  I dismissed the negative thoughts telling me to slow down.  I concentrated on feeling strong and relaxed, and gliding effortlessly over the water.  I adopted the attitude of staying curious, not afraid.  Exploring my limits, and moving past them.

"Stop swimming from behind.  Swim YOUR fast."  Don't gauge your rhythm, your pace, and your path in life upon someone else's.  Pave and discover your own way.

I am still finding my fast in the pool and on the bike, and in life.  Today I came one step closer.

Stay curious.
Dance upon the edge.
Be like Icarus.

Broken.

I'd like to consider myself a pretty strong person.  But today was one of those days that rocked me to my core.  Tears fell at work.  A lot of tears.  

When your intentions are good and your actions are all done for a greater purpose of helping the situation, and it later all comes back to bite you in the bum, sometimes it causes you to question the entire system and the effectiveness of your role.

There is a garage parking attendant who has always been very sweet.  We don't know each other's names, but have developed a friendship over the past year.  He knows not to touch my badge because I'm bacteria-conscious and will drive close enough to swipe it myself.  Some days, I give him fun treats and snacks as I leave the parking garage.  Today all I had for him were the tears streaming down my face- what's the point of censoring your feelings when you have the road ahead and a box of kleenex in the car?  He touched my arm through the booth, and with sympathetic eyes he said, "Bad day?  It'll be ok tomorrow."

A phone call from a friend on the drive home helped.  It was a reminder that there are people who know my heart, my intentions, and that my work is valued.  These are the moments in life where special people, like those specks of sunshine, create a rainbow in your rainy day- reminding you to stay hopeful and keep your chin up.

Rainbows after the rain...

And like the parking attendant said, "It'll be ok tomorrow."  And I trust him.

Enjoying the Process...

So often many of us are so fixated on a goal, on a certain outcome, on a destination- myself included.

One of my dad's many masterpieces, now residing at my place!

Being in the presence of a master ceramicist (my dad) and working with clay was a gentle reminder to enjoy the process.  I started out by making pinch bowls, just to get a feel for the clay.  It felt so freeing to work with my hands; to use my thumbs and transform a glob of clay into a bowl by starting from the center and working my way out.

The pinchbowls I made (left); my cup I made on the wheel (right).

My second bowl was ironically more difficult to make.  The walls became thin and as I tried to 'fix' it, it seemed to become increasingly more uneven.  At one point I became frustrated.  I was tempted to ball the entire thing up into a glob again and start over, but then decided to stop being so attached to making a perfect bowl.  I ended up folding some of the walls in and it suddenly became a star bowl. 

Working the wheel was a different story.  It took me awhile to get a feel for the clay, to learn how much pressure to exert, how much water to add to make it pliable, and how to fold my hands and cup the clay in order to center it and form it.

Working the wheel...

I asked my dad what the most common mistake he saw in people when they worked the wheel.  He answer resonated deeply with me.  "They rush the process.  They try to get from A to Z in 30 seconds.  It's not going to happen that way."

The beauty of ceramics is that you may have in mind what type of piece you will create, but it may change as you work with the clay.  It is a continual process of reworking the same piece of clay until you achieve your final product.  Similarly in sport, just as clay is constantly being reshaped and reformed, training plans sometimes must be modified.  There is no one perfect training plan because adjustments always have to be made...what if you feel more fatigued than usual?  Have life-stressors that affect your training?  Are dealing with injuries?

Modification #1: Water running for now...

Growing up, my dad's ceramics were everywhere in our house.  They graced the tables at church during potlucks, and decorated the houses of friends and family.   It was apparent that as a ceramicist, once you are done with a piece, you still continue to create more, as your work is a snapshot of your expression and manifestation of who you are.

Pieces drying and ready to be fired soon...all part of the process...

Dad found an old bowl I had made from (10+??) years ago!
Now it's going to be fired and glazed with the others.

In sport, oftentimes athletes get so caught up in a goal or "A" race.  But after they cross that finish line, then what?  If it was all about crossing the Ironman finish line for me, I would have hung up the bike and wetsuit after Nov. 2011.  I am learning that like a ceramicist, it is not about that one piece of pottery that I create, I just enjoy the process and the journey of becoming a more refined master of my trade, and making adjustments where needed as I learn more about myself, my pre-conceived limits (and how to surpass them), and how much more there is to go.  

Learning tactical group riding skills.
And how being the only girl isn't an excuse to slack off.

I have so enjoyed this triathlon journey through the years but also have to remind myself to be patient as I gain more skills, technique and mental confidence.  Be fully present.  And don't rush the process.  Just like dad said (funny how he is usually right).

Sharing the Same Spirit...

"The water is your friend...you don't have to fight with water, just share the same spirit as the water, and it will help you move." -Alexandr Popov

It's pretty awesome to finish your cooldown to this backdrop.
 I'm starting to love mornings again.

I've always thought of the water as my friend, but now I'd say that we are being reacquainted once again.  I've pretty much swam the same way for almost 25+ years...the same swivel of the hips, hand entry, "S" shaped curve down my body with my arm...

All of that is changing, and I am embracing a new technique and way of moving through the water.  I used to repeat "skewer" to myself while I swam, as a visual reminder to rotate my shoulders and hips and keep my core centered.

Coach made it clear- I'm not a kabob.  I'm a swimmer.

I'm relearning my entire swim technique; thinking quite consciously about not making an "S" curve, and instead feeling my hands pull me through the water with one streamline forward pull.  I feel like I'm hydroplaning.  And I feel faster. 

Just like swim technique evolves through time, so do we as individuals.  Don't stick to old school techniques just because they were the best way back when.  Learn to adapt and embrace change.  Trust the process.  Trust your coach.  Trust yourself.

Then you will truly share the same spirit as the water- as a fluid-like and seamlessly calm and courageous individual.

Following Your Inner Compass.

It's amazing what can happen in one week.  Just 7 days ago, I was a confused and overwhelmed mess.  I inquired about a coaching refund because I felt like my motivation for Ironman Lake Tahoe wasn't there anymore.  I was going through the motions but my heart didn't have the same drive and desire.  Looking back in retrospect, it was there all along, but it was just obscured by other responsibilities in my personal and professional world.

In our conversation on Monday, my coach promised, "You will feel better once you are surrounded by your fellow athletes."  I didn't know the truth of his words until I met with them on the pool deck Thursday morning at 5:30am.  

Pool porn for swimmers.

After a year of self-coaching, it feels so good to be coached again.  I dove in the water Thursday morning and screamed underwater out of complete joy.  It was one of the most clear, clean pools I've swam in for so long, and pure joy flooded my body.  There's something about the water that I love, and being surrounded by fellow athletes who  train just as hard is so refreshing. I get direct feedback from the pool deck about my swim stroke.  In two swim sessions, I've heard more tips on how to improve my swim efficiency than I've received in 12 years.  No joke.  And I love it. 

Plus a green smoothie. Then I'm all good.

I've found in life, it is important to follow your inner compass.  My experience with Ironman is there are always two camps- one that doesn't understand and blames the athlete for being so selfish with training.  The other camp is in awe and praises the athlete for aspiring to accomplish such a grand feat.  At the end of the day, those are both other people's opinions, which are dictated by their own inner compasses.  What is important is that you follow your heart.  If training (or whatever else takes time to develop in your life) inspires and invigorates your spirit, the time you spend with your family and friends is even more valuable because you are completely present.  

I'm lucky to have special people in my life who support me, because I can't do this alone.  Coach picked up my bike so I could have it on Saturday morning since I couldn't make it to the bike shop in time before they closed on Friday.  A special snail-mail in the card this week really made my day.  And thanks, PK, for saving me for 3 weeks so I could find my rhythm in double-day training days. 

So far, following my inner compass has been pretty darn fun...

Saturday morning's swim-bike-(water)run brick

Lulu twins with matching Zoot tri shorts! Not even planned.

Walter made some awesome homemade honey waffle Stingers.
He's now the homemade energy bar man...more incentive to keep up with him so he can feed me!

Coach's orders. I'm not complaining.
I'm still getting the hang of water running...the only thing missing are the
geriatric women next to me with loud 80's music!

It'll be interesting to see how this season unfolds.  In just one week, I've received so much hands-on coaching and tips to improve pedal cadence and swim stroke.  Who knows where all this will lead, I'm merely following my inner compass and doing what I love, and of course, enjoying the ride...

Got this yesterday.  It was first going above my headboard...
until I read it again and laughed. It's now in the hallway. 

Lessons From Acroyoga...

Disclaimer:  I am no expert in acroyoga nor in relationships.  These were just my humble observations and what I gathered from this creative form of play...

1.  Choose your friends and your partners wisely.
     They will either uplift you and support you, or they will drop you- leaving you vulnerable, injured, fearful and bitter.  Good friends and partners will allow you to feel more grounded, enabling you to challenge your fears head-on as you become your most epic self.

Testing our balance with one hand supporting my body weight.

2.  Communication is key.
     From the moment we started, we were always checking in with each other- "How does this feel?  Can you straighten your legs more?  Is your back feeling ok?  Can you hold this pose longer? I am going to let go of your hand now and grab my leg- should I shift my weight to the left?"  When your safety is in the hands (or feet, in this case) of another human being, it is important to constantly assess and communicate with each other.
    Similarly, it is always important to keep lines of communication open.  Or else someone (or both people) can end up getting hurt.

DIY acroyoga. Start with double downward dog. Pretty much failproof.

3. Start with the easy stuff and work your way up.
    This seems like common sense, but I got really excited and was googling images of these complicated poses.  There were no hard directions, so we had to guess how they even got into those advanced poses.  So we started with something simple- stacked downward dog...then a forward balance, then a backward balance.  Each time we practiced, it became easier as we learned how it should feel, got used to each other's sense of balance, and trusted each other more.
     Just like in sport, a lot of people get really enthusiastic and excited about training for an event.  They have their mind set on completing an event, like a marathon, or a 50K, and go waaay too fast out of the gate and end up getting injured.  They forget about the baby steps and how it takes time to learn technique and for your body to adjust to the new distance or activity.  I'm now back to running 5K distances and building my way back up.  An easy lesson in theory, but difficult for endurance-junkies in practice.

"I'm on a boat!"
(This was the most difficult for me...looks easy, but balancing was very difficult...)

4. But know when to stop.
    I spotted an image of a girl doing bow pose and grabbing both of her feet while balancing on her partner's feet.  Since I could easily grab one foot, why not the other?  As soon as I mentioned it, we both agreed....NO.  Not this time around.  Know your limits and respect where you're at.  There's always next time- like when there's an actual padded mat around and someone to assist your form.

The controlled release. He never EVER dropped me.

5. Sometimes the most subtle shifts can make the biggest difference.
   Doing a backbend on someone's feet was a new experience for me.  We had no spotter and a hardwood floor.  I was scared I would overarch and end up falling backwards.  But with good communication, I learned that shifting my weight back actually was more comfortable for both of us.  It gave my partner more stability in holding me.  Relaxing and breathing in the pose, versus fighting it, surprisingly allowed the movements to feel more effortless.  Learn to let go.  Breathe.  These subtle shifts can dramatically change your comfort and your practice.
   Likewise, sometimes subtle conversations can shift your entire outlook on a situation.  This morning, I was ready to throw in the towel for my 2013 triathlon season.  But after a good phone call with my coach, my perspective has changed, my attitude is much more positive, and I feel more understood as an athlete and as a person.  Good people who not only hear you, but listen to you.  There is a subtlety in this, but being the recipient of a good listener, I can assure you, it makes the biggest difference.  And tomorrow my off-season officially ends.  :)

6.  You can't judge a book by its cover.
   My partner has yet to appear on a book cover, but he has appeared in TV commercials and print ads.  He's not really a 'yogi' by trade, but he has a strong core and a good heart.  He is an artist at heart (aren't we all?), and his creativity is manifested through furniture design...

Love this! My souvenir for the night for not cracking my head open.

A month ago, I had no idea that my fellow colleague was also training for an Ironman.  Turns out she has some acroyoga moves in her too!  Lesson here: You never know what hidden talents people have.  We are surrounded by beautiful individuals and we have so much to share with each other....

Cammy and I in downward dog, following the Debbie Downer 49ers loss.

Don't make the mistake of categorizing an individual just by the way they look.  You never know who you may be double downward dogging with! 

Get out there.  Don't be afraid to try something new.  Life is meant to be experienced, tasted, felt, and grasped.  Today I did my first barre-fusion ballet class, followed by a pilates class.  You can bet my muscles were shaking!  Only by stepping outside of our comfort zones do we grow...we were not made to merely exist, but to thrive and create and BE...

Wishing you all the courage to follow your inner child...

(Huge huge photo cred to Raleigh, his fish-eye lens, and his crazy Cuban stories.  Thanks, bro!  And also to Nate the Great, who patiently continued to play photographer as we were yelling at him to use the flash and move the table...all while in our downward dog pose.  You rock. You also married a rockstar. #fitting)