I have this friend named Nani. Yeah, she's pretty much the coolest person I know. No matter what time of day it is or where I am, when I am on the phone with Nani, I am smiling.
For some reason, people really like my smile. That is the number one thing I get complimented on, second being my butt (Laura upon hearing about the National Age Group Championship: "Girl! I told you that butt was gonna get you places!").
Last Saturday, before the REI garage sale, I gave Nani a little jingle jangle as I walked over to my favorite local coffee shop. I had parked my car at Matt's house and was walking the 4 blocks from there. I strolled down the street without a care in the world, elated to be talking to my Nani-meister.
Allow me to paint the picture for you: It's a chilly Saturday morning and I am bundled up in my new red flannel and my black Patagonia jacket. I've got my Lucky jeans and Toms on... nothing special. The air was brisk as I laughed into my green and yellow phone (Go Ducks!). Two cars pulled up to the stop sign across the street from me. The man in the first car waved to me.
"Hmm... I don't know that car," I think to myself. "It must be a client."
I give a slight wave back and continue on my way. The man in the car behind the first waves to me as well. Again, I wave back despite not recognizing the vehicle. The man pulls to the side of the road and waves me over. Though I am hesitant, I think he must need directions, so I walk toward the car, keeping a slight distance between my body and the car door.
The driver smiles at me and asks me my name.
"Oh... maybe he takes my cycle classes and can't remember my name," I ponder on the thought.
He asks if I speak Spanish.
"No."
He tells me I am muy bonita.
I must have heard him incorrectly. Is he really hitting on me and telling me I'm beautiful after I said I don't know Spanish?
"What," I ask.
"Muy bonita," he says.
I blush and laugh, thanking him kindly.
He proceeds to ask me if I have a boyfriend.
"Yes," I lie. "I do."
"Ohhh," he sighs, disappointment showing on his face. "Can I get your number?"
"No," I shoot back.
"No?" he asks.
"No."
And I walk away laughing my head off.
That's the end of my story. Happy Friday!
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Friday, January 4, 2013
Saturday, December 29, 2012
River and the Dwarves
At the end of Serenity, River Tam heroically stands with sweat dripping from her brow, catching her breath, her body held tall, looking down at the pile of Reavers she just took out single-handedly.
When the dwarves and Gandolf are captured in the orc cave in The Hobbit, they are surrounded 1,000 to 13. Somehow, they fight with such poise and skill that they defeat the orc king (who looks strangely similar to Jabba the Hut) and escape the dark pits of the earth.
Obviously, I have been watching too many Sci-fi and fantasy films lately (ehhem... nerd alert). The thing that stood out to me about these films though was the characters' skill at defeating their opponents. It was beautiful watching the gracefulness in the dwarves' movements as they dodged and killed their enemies. It was as if every move was planned. The orcs had no logic to their attack; they attacked with all they had, but never stopped to look at the situation. The dwarves had a cleverness behind their form. They never killed their own, they were able to pick out the bad from the good. Every movement had a specific purpose.
My past races have been sloppy, much like the fighting of the orcs. Wildflower was the only race I really worked for; I designed and followed a training plan, watched my nutrition, created a pre-race plan.. everything. My other races have been very sporadic with no pre-designed plan of action.
I don't want to be an orc. I want to be hardcore like River Tam and the dwarves. Wildflower was the only race I really worked for; I designed and followed a training plan, watched my nutrition, created a pre-race plan... everything. My other races have been very sporadic with no pre-designed plan of action.
I don't want to be an orc. I want to be hardcore like River Tam and the dwarves. My A-priority race this year is going to be the National Age Championships in August. The next 9 months are going to be exactly like the 9 months preceding having a baby. My nutrition will be carefully monitored, each workout will have a purpose, I am going to start stretching and foam rolling more religiously. Once again, I am choosing to make triathlon my life (didn't I swear this off last summer?). No drinking alcohol, no late nights, no missing a workout... this is my life once again and I'm actually very excited about it!
Just like River and the dwarves train to be master murderers, I am going to train to "murder" the competition. Hello, month one of nine. Time to meet your maker!
When the dwarves and Gandolf are captured in the orc cave in The Hobbit, they are surrounded 1,000 to 13. Somehow, they fight with such poise and skill that they defeat the orc king (who looks strangely similar to Jabba the Hut) and escape the dark pits of the earth.
Obviously, I have been watching too many Sci-fi and fantasy films lately (ehhem... nerd alert). The thing that stood out to me about these films though was the characters' skill at defeating their opponents. It was beautiful watching the gracefulness in the dwarves' movements as they dodged and killed their enemies. It was as if every move was planned. The orcs had no logic to their attack; they attacked with all they had, but never stopped to look at the situation. The dwarves had a cleverness behind their form. They never killed their own, they were able to pick out the bad from the good. Every movement had a specific purpose.
My past races have been sloppy, much like the fighting of the orcs. Wildflower was the only race I really worked for; I designed and followed a training plan, watched my nutrition, created a pre-race plan.. everything. My other races have been very sporadic with no pre-designed plan of action.
I don't want to be an orc. I want to be hardcore like River Tam and the dwarves. Wildflower was the only race I really worked for; I designed and followed a training plan, watched my nutrition, created a pre-race plan... everything. My other races have been very sporadic with no pre-designed plan of action.
I don't want to be an orc. I want to be hardcore like River Tam and the dwarves. My A-priority race this year is going to be the National Age Championships in August. The next 9 months are going to be exactly like the 9 months preceding having a baby. My nutrition will be carefully monitored, each workout will have a purpose, I am going to start stretching and foam rolling more religiously. Once again, I am choosing to make triathlon my life (didn't I swear this off last summer?). No drinking alcohol, no late nights, no missing a workout... this is my life once again and I'm actually very excited about it!
Just like River and the dwarves train to be master murderers, I am going to train to "murder" the competition. Hello, month one of nine. Time to meet your maker!
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