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IM Muncie 70.3 – D.O.N.E.

Ironman Muncie has come and gone! Yesterday was a big day, lots to report, so lets start from the beginning..

Woke up at 3am. Oh wait, technically I woke up at 1:45 and then again at 2:00am for a couple middle of the night bathroom visits. TMI, but those of you in the sport understand what I’m saying (and those of you not in the sport probably have a pretty good idea). Then I fell back asleep until 3/3:15am. We were on the road by 4:15am after some breakfast and chatting with the sitter (aka Aunt Kellie).  It was a chilly jeep ride up, but hubs prepared me by buying me a new hooded sweatshirt and long sleeve T, so with those on and a blanket on my legs, I was comfy. We had pre-paid $10 to park at someones yard right across the street from the bike transition, so on race morning, we were able to show our parking pass and drive right in, that was awesome. Came in very handy to be that close after the race.

I got my bike gear set up, stood in line at the port a pots, walked around, talked and just tried to control my nerves. We walked out to the water and I started feeling really anxious. The pros were getting ready to start, everyone was there and I was starting to feel nauseated. After the pros took off, I got in the water for a warm-up swim and it was about the best thing I did. I instantly relaxed, nerves were gone. I found my comfort once I got out of my head and stopped thinking about this as a race, it was just a swim. And then just a bike ride. And then just a run. I just happened to be doing them one after the other.

I was in the 7:35am wave start with the other 35-39 age ladies, which also happens to be the crowd of ladies I know, so was able to chat with them while we were standing waiting for our turn to dive in. My plan was to stay left so I would be out of traffic and I’m a right-sided breather, so I could sight the other swimmers and the buoys. I think I got a little too far left though because I was really alone and way too close to the boats. Swam through some fuel/exhaust for a bit of the swim on the way back, not cool. Two months ago, I was still panicking during OWS (open water swims). And yesterday I was able to swim 1.2 miles totally comfortable. No panic, no fear. Just the sound of Dory saying ‘just keep swimming, just keep swimming.’ I am amazed at how far God has brought me. From panic and fear to freedom and bravery. I faced a fear and with His mighty hands, crushed it. I pray the same thing before each OWS and that is for God to replace my fear/anxiety with the Holy Spirit. He casts out all fear and He prevailed BIG TIME for me on race day. I completed the swim in 42:49, which was under my goal of 45 minutes. It’s not fast by any means, but it felt comfortable and that was all I was shooting for. The race was wet suit legal, so a wet suit I wore. As you exit the water, they have wet suit strippers (which I found out later was the Muncie Central Football team – what a cool volunteer thing to do!) Those high school dudes ripped that wetsuit off my legs faster than had ever occurred before, saved me about a minute of struggling with it myself.

Then it was off for the bike!


I spent the next 56 miles (3 hours and 13 minutes) thinking about 2 main things. 1. how very badly I had to pee 2. how much my tush hurt. I should have stopped in transition or at any of the 3 aid stations to go to the port a pot, but I didn’t want to stop, I wanted to keep going. Bad decision. Next time, I will just stop because it became a bit painful. Anyway, about mile 20 my backside was more sore than what I had anticipated. I shifted in my seat often, I don’t have aero bars, so I couldn’t really change the way I was sitting. So, I started talking with God, asking Him if He would mind taking away this discomfort. He had already given me a great swim, thought I’d try my luck on the bike too. He was ever faithful and next thing I knew after a few miles of praying, I wasn’t as sore and my speed had increased. I also tried to negotiate with him about how my bladder could reabsorb the pee and it be used for additional hydration, but he did not agree with me on that physiology change. I averaged 17.41 on the bike which is acceptable. I’m sure I could do 18mph and still have had a successful run, but this was my first time out and I didn’t know how hard to go on the bike without killing myself on the run.


This picture was taken at the beginning of the run, I had just come out of transition and was heading straight for my man. It’s a bit of a downhill, so my quads were flexing which made for a great pic! I gave him a quick hug and kiss, he ran with me for a bit and told me to slow down, said I was going too fast. I think I ran the first few miles at an 8 something pace and then slowed to the 9’s around mile 3. I tried to just listen to my body and find my comfort pace. About mile 5 I was starting to feel a little low on energy, fortunately, they had cola at the mile 5 aid station. I hadn’t ever trained with cola on a run, so I only took a couple sips in case this plan backfired. It was like crack for me (or at least what I imagine crack would be like). I sped through the next 2 miles and was at the turn around before I knew what hit me. That saved me for the first part of the run and the other great save I found early in the run was pouring a cup of ice down my tri top. It did make a funny swish swish swish sound as I ran, but I heard several other ladies making the same swishing sound. The ice kept me cool(er) and I just kept this process up at every aid station. About mile 9 or 10 I started walking the aid stations. I would walk from the first cone to the last and then right back to my running. I saw several friends along the way, cheered for them, prayed for them, attempted to high-five them (Connie you know what I’m talking about:) It was hillier than I had trained and it was hard, but I managed to complete the run in 2:06 which was a 9:38 pace overall. These pics were taken by some friends at the end of the run. Hubs came running along side me, I could hear the crowd, he told me he’d meet me at the finish, now that was a GREAT feeling!

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My overall finish time was 6:10:43, put me 875 overall and 42 in my age group. My goal was to do between 6 and 6.5 hours. A finish time of 6:10 put me on the faster end of my goal, so I was very pleased with the day.

I absolutely fell in love with my husband even more after this event. He helped prepare me for race day, starting 20 weeks ago when I started my training plan. He gave me tips each week (each day really), listened to me talk about my swim/bike/run, watched the kids while I was gone for 2-3 hours, gave me articles to review and videos to watch which all gave tips on triathlon. Race morning, he had the car packed, had reviewed my gear with me, he was just so prepared and it left me with nothing to stress/fret about. He was encouraging and supportive every time he saw me and when not with me, was sending texts, FB updates to friends/family. After I finished, I did ok for about 30 minutes, then my body began to reject my lack of nutrition/hydration. I was circling the drain. We started to walk to the car so I could change my clothes, made it about halfway when I laid down in the grass under a tree (for the shade). Got back up about 15 minutes later and made it to the car where I proceeded to pull a blanket from the car, lay it in the grass and lay down on my stomach for about the next 30 minutes. During this time, Jason retrieved my bike and all my stuff in transition. He repeatedly offered a variety of snacks/drinks which I mostly turned down, but did nibble on a few items. I wanted watermelon more than anything! We decided to just hit the road and head home at that point. I laid the seat back in the jeep and curled up in a ball. About halfway home, he stopped at subway for some grub. I sat up, feeling a little better, sipped some apple juice and ate a few bites of bread and next thing I knew, I was back! I started talking his ear off and telling him all about the race. Poor guy probably missed sick-Lisa, because recovered-Lisa was a chatterbox!

I learned a lot about myself, triathlons, people who do triathlons. I am SO THANKFUL for the prayers, words of encouragement and congratulations I received from friends/family. God has given me a great network of people to live this earthly life with and my cup runneth over.

So, what’s next on the agenda…. Focus will be on Jason’s Florida IM in November. I’m going to lay low, keep working out, and my goal is to see him through IM FL. After the race I said doing a full IM was ridiculous, didn’t know how anyone does it, never want to do it myself. Fast forward to the car ride to church this morning and the words coming out of my mouth, ‘yeah I think I’ll do a full one day.’ Amazing how the mind changes when the pain of yesterday is forgotten.


Why Tri?

It’s 4th of July, 9 days out from IM Muncie. The work is done at this point, I’m really just focusing on listening to my body and not getting injured/sick! Threats are abounding though as I have 3 sick kids and 1 sick husband in the house. The dog, cat and I seem to be the only ones who aren’t coughing, snotty, and have eyes matted shut. I am prayerful my body does not catch what the fam is tossing around, but either way, I will be racing. God has blessed me in my training to this point, eliminated my fears along the way and been ever faithful to me. Glory will be to Him on race day regardless of the results.

I’ve been asked a few times, what made/prompted me to sign up for Muncie. My story is fairly simple. I had my third child 2 years ago and needed (wanted) to get in shape. I started to train with a friend for a half marathon and finished it when my daughter was just 5 months old. After that, I continued running, and running, and running. I needed another goal, so I signed up for a marathon (go big right?!?). During that training, I completed my first triathlon (Sprint distance) at Eagle Creek. After the marathon, I needed another goal and IM Muncie came to mind. How/why did I jump into triathlon if running was my base? Well, my hubs did them when we first got married. He found a renewed interest for triathlon again over the past couple years and completed his first full IM in August of 2012. Once I had a solid routine of working out (through running), I was ready to explore other sports/events to challenge myself. Triathlon seemed like a perfect fit. I figured I should at least try to do this very thing my hubs was so passionate about. If it was that interesting to him, then it needed to be part of my life too. By attempting the sport, I was able to speak his lingo, understand the costs better (and wow can there be cost!), and be better engaged in his conversations about his swim/bike/run.

Just last month we completed a triathlon together. And by together, I mean we both signed up for the same race. He finished well before me and I only saw him once on the course, but we were in it together. Packing our gear the night before, chatting while setting up in transition, and checking results afterwards. It was cool to be part of his world, the world I had only been a spectator in before.


Another fantastic thing about this sport is the people you meet. Triathletes are a bit like Jimmy Buffett fans, they are their own breed……

Hubs and I joined a sports community, JCL Sports, and through it, we have met amazing people. They have become friends, training partners, and cheerleaders. Imagine a group that encourages you, meets you for early morning swims/bikes/runs, cheers for you at events, and celebrates with you at the finish line. Why tri? Um, why not?!?

One Month Out – Priceless

July 13th is Muncie 70.3, today is June 13th, so the countdown is on. One more month until I put my training and preparation to the test. There have been days I have given 100% and days I eeked out 2%. The good, the bad, the ugly will all come out on race day. When I decided to do this event, I said my goal was to just finish. That was a little bit of a fib, well ok a flat-out lie. I don’t want to just finish, I want to do well. I want to have a time that is impressive and makes me feel empowered. I want to be in beast mode for all 6+ hours of this event. The problem with this mentality is that it can cause me to rely on earthly opinions. It causes me to want to impress others and therefore find my worth/value and satisfaction in what those same others think/say about my race day results. When the truth is, I already have my value and worth assigned. Years ago, I was bought at a price by a Savior on a wooden cross.

I temper my need/want for earthy approval by reminding myself that HE deserves the glory. HE is what strengthens me and allows my body to thrive. HE is who I will pray to and talk to during the entire event. HE has been my training partner. HE has completed every Ironman, Half Ironman, every step, every thought, everyday for all days.  HE is priceless in my life and I look forward to completing this event in one month with God above watching over, the Holy Spirit washing away my fear and Jesus carrying me to the finish line.

Conquering OWS


I did my 4th OWS (open water swim for your non-triathletes) and I finally had somewhat of a success. Let me tell you a bit about my experience…

1. I probably need to stop counting my OWS since I am past the first 3. I can’t keep saying, ‘well this is my 6th OWS, or my 56th…’ At some point I’ll start to sound doofusy and I probably need to end that now.

2. I am really short! Look at that picture, what am I hanging with giants! Wowzers I should have been by the ladies to the right because my friends on the left are breathing different air.

3. The swim was out and back, 750 each way. I could have opted to swim around an island, but was instructed by my hubs to not do so. He said take a break at the turnaround, catch your breath and then come on back. I started off in a freestyle stroke and was feeling ok, then I got punched in the head and switched to breaststroke. Then switched back and got kicked, so switched back to breaststroke again. For anyone who does triathlon, this is very common. OWS is a battle ground of sorts and getting hit/kicked is something you need to prepare for because it will happen. I couldn’t get in my groove the rest of the way out, I kept trying to return to freestyle stroke, but was too out of breath. Finally made it to the turnaround and was not feeling good about that performance at all. Stood for a couple minutes and then kayaker said it was time to roll, so off the slow people went first (that was me, those are my people). It was emptier, only a couple swimmers in front of me. I did a very slow breaststroke, more like treading water and then went for it. I was able to swim the WHOLE distance back in a freestyle!! I did pull up to sight and would tread until I saw where I was and then went right back to it. I figured out one thing I had been doing wrong was exhausting myself during breaststroke. I was going too fast and then getting out of breath and then wasn’t able to return to my freestyle. So this time, I went very slow and I did it. I actually swam!

4. This was huge for me considering 5 minutes prior to the swim start, I was prepared to quit, to not get in at all. The distance looked daunting and I was in panic mode, to the point of almost tearing up, full on panic mode. Did not want to do that swim at all! Had hubs brought his swim gear, he would have been getting in the water instead of me. Jason was ever patient, giving me tips, trying to calm my nerves, and just before I got in, saying a prayer with me.

I still have a lot of work to do, but this was, by far, my best swim (outside the pool). To the point, that I am now only wanting to do OWS. It’s kinda like running on a treadmill versus outside. Once you taste the sweet freedom of the great outdoors, it’s hard to cage yourself back inside. If I have the same success next week, it should feel really good going into the Eagle Creek tri on 6/15.  Which makes me look at the calendar and realise, ONLY 5 MORE WEEKS UNTIL RACE DAY!

Pokagon State Park Sprint: BOOM


This weekend brought my first Sprint tri of the season (and only the second triathlon of my life). It was the Pokagon State Park Sprint Triathlon on Lake James. I am now a big fan of Pokagon State Park, WOW is that place awesome. For a girl who grew up camping at Turkey Run and a hubs that grew up boating at Racoon Lake, this state park combines the best of both worlds. It has water, beach, trails, pure beauty and will be visited again by the Kaufman crew!

However, back to the tri…I finished first in my age group, WOOHOO! Now, for full disclosure, there were only 4 women in my age group, but first is first so I’ll take it! There were a total of 55 participants in the sprint and I finished 27th overall, nice and solid in the middle. The swim was 750 meters and it took me 14:02. That’s pretty slow, however it was mostly breaststroke, so really that’s pretty good. Though I still haven’t conquered an open water swim and been able to freestyle the whole thing, I’m counting that swim as a win because it was an improvement. I didn’t have water panic. This is only my 3rd open water swim, but it’s the first time I wasn’t overcome with a significant panic. As I entered the water, I prayed that God would replace my fear with his unwavering Spirit and He did. He is ever faithful and removed the fear.

The bike was REALLY FUN. Apparently I love rolling hills because that’s what this course was and it was awesome! I normally don’t really enjoy biking, but it was my favorite part of the course. Averaged 16.9 (42:30 total time), which is ok, felt like I was doing much faster than that, but whatevs. I came in before Jason was expecting me, so that at least felt good to surprise him.

Then came the trail run, 3.1 miles int he park. It was T.O.U.G.H. I enjoy running, it’s usually my favorite part, but this run whipped my tail. 3.1 miles of what felt like hills, hills, and more hills. The downhills didn’t even really feel good because you were so tired from just running up that form was out the window and I likely looked like a toddler coming down. Despite the toughness, I still managed to pull a 27:44 run, which was an 8:57 average.

I ranked 36th/55 on the swim, 26th/55 on the bike and 17/55 on the run. I think we can all see where my weakness lies. Plus my first transition was 3:15! I don’t remember camping out there, but apparently I did. I’m going to blame part of it on the wetsuit, trying to get out of that thing is a workout in and of itself.  My total time was 1:29 which I guess is ok. The female winner got 1:16, so if I’m shooting to be numero uno, I’ve got some work to do.

We spent the rest of the day hanging out at the beach, letting the kids play in the water, taking in a trail, eating at the Inn and then headed home. Great family time!

Where has the time gone?!?

You know how there is hurricane season and tornado season, well this is busy season for the Kaufman household. Jason started a new job in March, this blew our routine out of the water. No worries though, we established a new routine, however then came changes at work. Training on a new system for 2 weeks, meant I was glued to my computer/headset. Boy was that challenging. I have a lot of freedom in my job and it’s very flexible and this took all that away. The same week this training started for me, Jason moved to start working from home. Which is a big YEA, however it again blew our routine up. We both realize this is a busy season, mostly just a busy month or 2 and it will calm back down as things stop changing. I had a realization while on a run the other day that this is not sustainable for us.  Jason and I both recognize this is too busy for us, it’s not sustainable. This would be a trap for our marriage if things continued down this path. If we stayed at this level of busy, we would wake up strangers one day and that is not an option! My attempt at balance is to cut some things off the short list. The short list includes the ‘have to’ things in life and everything else gets pushed back. I have to work, have to feed my kids, have to tend to their needs. I choose to train for an event that is now 2 months away (yikes!). I choose to sleep less, sweep less, let the kitchen dishes pile, not get a haircut (yikes again), have dirty windows, unfinished house projects, the list goes on and on.  I’m not upset about the piles or dirt or even complaining about them. The piles mean I spent that time in a tickle fight with my kids, or sitting on the back porch with my husband drinking coffee, or blowing bubbles to a 2yo that thinks they are the funnest thing in the world.

So, enough about being busy and all the reasons it stinks! I have put in almost a month of training since my last post, I’m on week 11 now, which means next week is a recovery week. That should buy me about 15 mins extra each day, WOOHOO! We head to our first tri even next weekend, to Pokagon for Jason to compete. Should be fun, we are spending the night at the park Inn along with some friends and plan to hit up the park for some outdoor fun after he rocks it.

My training feels like I am starting over. I got a chest cold, which I’m pretty confident was bronchitis and did almost nothing for a week. I did a crossfit workout on Sunday, that evening felt rough and didn’t sleep well and was hacking my lungs up for the next 8-10 days. It wasn’t pretty. I tried to run and coughed so much I thought I might pop a lung. So, I rested and coughed and rested and coughed a little less and rested some more and finally got back to it this week. My times are slow and I haven’t re-entered the pool yet, plan to on Monday. I had such a bad first run back earlier this week that I caught myself thinking, ‘if I break something (ie a bone in my body) then I can stop running and put myself out of this misery.’ Yes, you read that right, I was wishing a fracture on myself in order to stop the physical and mental agony of a bad run. And to top it off, I was only running 3 miles! That’s how much this illness sucked the health right out of me. But my next run was 4.5 miles and felt much better and no coughing was involved. Just to be clear, I didn’t pray for a fracture, I was hurting, but it wasn’t a true wish for physical harm to come my way.

The busy, the pain are the bad parts of training…what are the good?

I’m loving that it’s light enough at 6am to go for a run and not be in the dark. It’s peaceful and calm and beautiful in the early morning and I wouldn’t be running then if I didn’t have a goal.

I’m loving the new friends I’ve met throughout this process and look forward to encouraging each of them in their upcoming events.

I’m loving that tri season is upon us and I get to start cheering on friends I haven’t seen all winter long.

I’m loving that I can finally understand some of the lingo hubs uses.

I’m loving my new Brooks running shoes which will hopefully see me through this summer.


That’s all I got for now, need to escape to the great outdoors.

I run because I can

So apparently these weeks are a blur for me as they are blending one into the other and I’m failing at my weekly blogging. I’m on week 8 of my training program, I only know that because I looked at my training peaks calendar to see what it said. I’m not really tracking my weeks or how many more until the race, just too busy right now. So, sorry to those of you fascinated with my life and searching relentlessly for an update to my blog, oh wait, there aren’t any because you’re too busy out living yours right?!? Anyway, I feel compelled to blog this week about working out, specifically running. I had my long swim/run on Monday and I swam a mile (in the am) and ran 7 miles (in the pm, in the rain, it was gorgeous). As I run, and feel a bit of pain that comes with a good run, I find myself thinking, I run because I can. Because I have toes, feet, legs that have the ability to carry me. It would seem a disservice if I didn’t move this body. Not everyone has the physical or mental health to be able to exercise. Most of us do, most of us can, many of us just choose not to.

The Boston Marathon bombing has left multiple people with traumatic amputations, previously healthy people who now have to adapt to life missing a part of their former self. My heart grieves for those lives lost, those injured, those with mental scars from the events of that day. Reality just changed for them. My prayers were for people to lift their sorrow, anger, confusion, love, pain to God. To the One that can offer healing, peace in a world that is fallen.

It gives me even more reason to run. I run because I can, it’s that simple. I want to keep running as long as my body can carry me, because I can, because I owe it to those that can’t.

Week 5 and 6

I missed posting about week 5, I think because there were no real epiphanies. Just another week of swim, bike, run and repeat. My friend/crossfit partner was on vacation last week so there was no strength training. I surely paid for that when she returned and we had a workout last Sunday evening that left me sore for about 4 days. I wasn’t feeling the soreness yet on Monday, so went ahead and did a 60 minute treadmill run and by Monday afternoon my legs were aching! The combination of back squats the day before and then a nice long treadmill run left me so, so sore. This soreness continued into Tuesdays bike and slowly faded away as the week went on.

My swim has felt very comfortable, though I know pool to open water doesn’t translate well for me. But to at least be comfortable now is a success. I find myself often thinking, ‘just keep swimming, just keep swimming’. You know like Dory from little Nemo, it repeats over and over in my head as I go back and forth and back and forth. It’s a happy little distraction and I love distractions while working out. On the treadmill I got stuck in front of the infomercial TV and could not connect with the make-up they were selling, so I opted to people watch. 5am gym people need to step up their game, they lacked an entertainment quality for me. Need to work on a new playlist and now that the weather is warming up, plan to hit the pavement in the evening hours instead of the am treadmill.

I was flying solo on the homefront this weekend as hubs was at a Tricamp in Ohio (Braveheart Bootcamp with Lesley Patterson). I SO wish I could have been there with him, it would have been fun. But, we are leaving on vacation in about 10 days sans kids and gma is taking the reigns, so didn’t want to leave the kids this weekend too. The weather is beautiful today, so hubs is making the 5 hour drive home with the jeep top off and soaking up the sun. Looking forward to having my partner back! Plan to hit the park when Mia’s done napping and then will do a crosffit workout later once my man returns home. This is supposed to be my rest day, but I’ve gotten to the place where I don’t like to take a rest day. I try to listen to my body and when it taps out, I listen (well, I try to listen, sometimes ignore, pay for it later and then listen).

I checked my body fat at the gym last week (with the little handheld machine thing) and it said 21%. I wasn’t actually sure if that was good or not until I came home and googled body fat percentages. Should be interesting to check it again in 3 months and see if it’s changed.

Week 7 starts tomorrow, only 13 more weeks until raceday!

Recovery Week = Week 4

I’m finding it a little hard to believe I’ve already completed 4 weeks of training. It kinda flew, like a streamin jet liner, super fast. (insert airline knowledge here about a very fast, super cool plane that will make that sentence sound better). Most training plans build in recovery weeks every 4th week. Your recovery week still has you working out, it’s just less distance/time and/or intensity. Then you build again for the next 3 weeks, then recover, then build, then recover…I think you get the picture.

This week I changed things up, yet again, as I had signed up to run the Sam Costa quarter marathon on Saturday 3/23. I was supposed to swim and run on Friday, bike 90 mins Saturday and then swim/run on Sunday. Since I knew I was running Saturday am, I wanted to rest up so I could really get after this run if I felt good. So I took Friday off, didn’t workout at all. I was a big skipper, skipped the run, skipped the swim, skippity do da day. This paid off as I was able to run the quarter marathon (6.5 miles) in 54:44, an 8:22 pace. My goal I had announced awhile ago was to complete it in 54 minutes (an 8:20 pace). I was close, 44 seconds of closeness. I thought I had it, my running app (Endomondo), had me running 8:17, 8:21, 8:15, 8:22, 8:15, 8:13, that’s 49:43, that gave me 4 minutes and 17 seconds to run half a mile. I totally thought I had my 54 minute goal, but, the final results showed a 54:44. That put me 4th in my age group (35-39) and 14th of all females for the quarter.

I should be very pleased with this considering I hadn’t really been training for this run, I had simply been following my training plan for the IM. But, as much as I said I was happy with it, I wasn’t. The nastiness of doubt and ridicule and comparison found its way into my brain and next I was left with feeling less than. I find comparison to be one of the most frequent offenders on self confidence. I feel great about something until I find out someone else did it better, faster, prettier, smarter, cheaper, etc. What a waste! I don’t need to bother to compare myself to anyone because I KNOW there is someone out there who does it better, faster, prettier, smarter, cheaper. I KNOW I will always feel less than if my measuring stick is earthly accomplishment. I must overcome this battle as I have a baby girl that emulates my every move and this is one move I don’t want to ever see mirrored back. CONFIDENCE in Christ, CONFIDENCE that my best is good enough, CONFIDENCE that any earthly trophies will pass/perish. So thankful life is not pass/fail. Second chances abounding from a God that loves me and sees me as I am, perfectly flawed.

Week 3 gone, on to 4

Week 3 flew by, week 4 has begun and I feel good. It has worked to switch my long run/swim to Monday, though they are more longish as I still run out of time in the am hours to get it all done. For example, I ran 5 miles on the treadmill (45 mins), then swam 1000 yards + a warm up (30 mins), that, (plus changing time) took up the 90 mins I allow myself in the morning. I was supposed to run 60 mins and swim 1500 yards + a 300 warm-up and cool down. But, my goal (along with finishing this 1/2 IM), is to maintain balance. Being home at 6:30am so I can make my husband breakfast, have his coffee prepped, see him off to work and then greet my kids when they wake, do my bible study and shower before my baby girl wakes. That’s my balance.

2 main events in week 3

1. After my swim Friday, I came home and tried to start reading my bible study, I had this weird light/haze in my vision in both eyes. I talked with hubs about it and we determined I maybe had my goggles too tight. I have issues with leaking goggles and I really pressed those suckers on there and apparently may have pressed a little too hard and messed with my eye pressure. It resolved after about 30-45 minutes and hasn’t happened again since. Though as he left for work, I did tell him I loved him and gave him a big hug, just in case this was the early signs of my stroke. As I said though, all is well and lesson learned. Score 1 goggle:/

2. I ran 5 miles on the treadmill! This was a tremendous accomplishment for me. I have trouble zoning out and just running when I’m on a treadmill. Any distance over 3 miles on a treadmill  is just painful and long and I just don’t like it. I need the outdoors, I need to pass things, it breathes life into my runs to be outside. So, the fact that I went 5 miles on the treadmill, spinning in my little hamster wheel, HUGE accomplishment.  Score 1 Lisa!

Short post this week, but, um, did you just read how busy my life is:)

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