This was taken pre race but I wanted a pic here so here it is

Can’t Say I Didn’t Tri (Sprint Tri Recap)

Like my play on words there?

I am so clever.

Even after my announcement post earlier in the week (which I partially did so I wouldn’t chicken out), I hemmed, hawed and procrastinated registering. My contact lenses showed up on Thursday, and still I waited. This type of race was SO out of my comfort zone I actually debated not participating at all. Finally Friday afternoon, a mere 45 minutes before the registration deadline, I clicked submit.

I was in.

I rode with a friend and am SO glad I did, as he was able to give me some pointers on how to set up my transition area, pumped some extra (much needed) air in my bike tires, point out that they accidentally gave me the wrong color swim cap (I am, in fact, not a male aged 40-49) and generally kept me calmer since I wasn’t spending the entire drive wondering what the heck I was thinking.

Still, I was nervous. So nervous in fact that I tried on my bike helmet to make sure it fit over my ponytail without checking to see that it was on the right way and had some very kind gentleman (who likely thought I was really a blonde) point out that I was wearing my helmet backwards. *facepalm*. I told him that I had put it on to make sure it fit over my ponytail and then just didn’t check it, but if he didn’t believe me I totally understood. He said he did. (But I don’t believe him.)

I go to get on my bike for a warmup and CRAP, my chain is coming off of the….holder things (I really need to get up on the bike lingo). I wheel it back and ask the nice gentleman (luckily a different one from the first) if he knows how to put a chain back on when he gently points out to me that it just mid gear shift. The shifter must have gotten pushed on the ride. *facepalm*

So now that I’ve looked like a complete idiot to not just one but TWO people, I did short run/bike a warm up, switched my swim cap and was ready as I’d ever be.

My (not too lofty) goals were as follows:

1. Don’t drown

2. Don’t finish last in my age group

3. Assuming #1 doesn’t happen, finish in under 90 minutes.

Transition area and photobomb

Transition area and photobomb

SWIM 

Distance: .3 miles

Hoped for time: 14:00ish

Actual time: 17:51

So a more experienced, VERY smart blogger once recommended practicing an open water swim before race day. In her experience, she found herself a bit panicked after realizing she couldn’t see underwater. Now, I technically don’t have a freestyle stroke. What I’ve done is more of a side stroke and so my head is out of the water anyway. In fact, since I’d managed a whole (slow) one mile swim prior to this I figured, no biggie.

Wrong. So very wrong.

Standing in the water waiting for the gun to go off sucked. I have never in my life been this nervous for a race. And suddenly the distance they have mapped out seems like way longer than .3 miles. I’m pretty sure I flapped my hands like a crazy person a couple of times. The gun went off and I was being kicked and splashed and had water in my nose. And suddenly I realize Oh My God I CAN’T TOUCH THE GROUND! I CAN’T TOUCH THE GROUND! Why are the lifeguards so far away?!? The first bouy (there were three to go around) is seriously eleventy billion miles away!

I’ve been practicing in a pool, and totally underestimated the feeling of safety doing lap swim in a pool with a max depth of 5ft and walls on either end should I ever feel tired.

I seriously had to refocus. I could do this. I’ve done this. I’ve done a distance longer than this. I could do this. So I focused on my breathing and started swimming, but with no side of the pool to use to keep myself straight, I went off course and took the very scenic route to the first bouy. I WAS second to last but got so far off that I ended up falling way behind. Getting to the second one was better, but I swear the distance from the second to the third was twenty trillion miles away (no seriously – thirty eight bajillion). I tried to come in from the inside to make up some time but it just didn’t happen. I was not only the LAST person in my age group out of the water, but about 12 people from the age group after me and 1-2 in the one after THAT finished before me too.

I can't figure out how to draw on it and they had already taken he bouys out, but imagine the bouy a little to the left of that shirt, and then me a little more to the left. HELLO scenic route

I can’t figure out how to draw on it and they had already taken the bouys out, but imagine the bouy on the other end of the shore a little to the left of that shirt, and then me more to the left. HELLO scenic route

TRANSITION #1

Time: 2:01

Aside from the fact that I had to walk for a bit once out of the water because my legs were all jello-y, this went fairly smoothly. I had no expectation on transition times simply because I’d never done it before. Practice is totally different than race day.

BIKE

Distance: 12 miles

Hoped for time: under 45 minutes (I started out biking 12 miles in 48 minutes)

Actual time: 42:38!!

Out of the 300 or so participants, I’d say 90% had road or triathlon bikes. 10% had mountain or hybrid bikes. I was one of the 10%. I did not expect to do fabulously on the bike.

Cool bike on the right (like 90% of the others), my dopey bike on the left

Cool bike on the right (like 90% of the others), my dopey bike on the left

Literally the day before I had Bryan change my pedals for the kind with the clips and straps. My chiropractor recommended it because it would help me push AND pull and therefore fatigue my running muscles less. I had a bit of trouble getting my shoes in the pedals at first, but other than that the bike felt great. I passed probably 6-7 bikers (all on mountain bikes) and got passed by probably 25 (all on road or triathlon bikes). Still, I cut almost 2 whole minutes and so that almost made up for my abysmal swim time.

TRANSITION #2

Time: 0:49

It helped that I had no fancy biking shoes with clips here so I literally just had to take off my helmet, put the bike on the frame and start running. (Also, despite the fact that my buddy I rode with started 16 minutes after me, he had managed to catch up by this point – show off.)

This was taken pre race but I wanted a pic here so here it is

This was taken pre race but I wanted a pic here so here it is

RUN

Distance: 3.1 miles

Hoped for time: under 30 minutes (I mean, I had just finished swimming and biking and by then it was not only hot and humid but also sunny. I had low expectations)

Actual time: 25:56

Either my chiropractor is a genius or pure adrenaline got me through this run, because even though my legs felt like jelly for at least .5 miles after every practice bike/run on my old pedals, I got off the bike this time and felt great. In fact, my finish time was only 30 seconds more than the virtual 5k I did earlier in the week – and that was just the run! The fact that I was still wet from the water and there was plenty of shade in the park really helped here.

Crossing the finish line was not as cool as the marathon, but it wasn’t far behind.

Finish time: 1:29:01

Finished!

Finished! And John looks pissed. :)

Age group finish: 8/15

Overall women finish: 52/98

I finished and I didn’t drown!

And I kinda want to do it again…..but that’s just crazy, right?

 

 

 

Why There Probably Won’t Be a Number Three

I got an interesting, out of the blue request the other day.

The marketing department from the fertility clinic both called and wrote me an email, saying Channel 2 was interested in doing a news story on a patient who had taken Letrozole as part of their fertility treatment. Would I be interested in participating in this interview?

Honestly, at first I didn’t recall taking Letrozole, but once I googled it realized it was just the technical name for Femara, one of the meds I was given to take for our IUI cycle. The crappy hooray we have enough sperm to try an IUI canceled IUI cycle. The point of the interview, though (if I understood correctly) was to talk about how there is a smaller chance of multiple eggs and side effects (vs. using Clomid which I have not ever taken) and not whether it was part of a successful pregnancy, so I agreed.

I met with a photographer today who admittedly didn’t have much background on the subject of either infertility or the medication. I had no knowledge of what kind of questions they would ask, so we were both kind of winging it. He seemed confused as to why they would interview someone who had used it during a cancelled cycle and what exactly a cancelled cycle meant while I awkwardly stood in front of a camera trying to explain that the med had done what it was supposed to do and that the fact that my cycle was canceled had nothing to do with it. (This was all while trying to describe it to someone who had no idea what I was talking about.)*

As part of the interview, he asked me how it felt to have a successful cycle and how it felt to have a twins as a result (I am paraphrasing) and I meant every word when I said that it was an emotionally and financially taxing time, but that it was absolutely worth it and I would do it all over again.

I was kind of lying.

Right up there with my divorce, infertility was one of the most difficult things I’ve endured. I’ve written several posts before about how hard it is on ALL of your relationships, your emotions and even your sense of self. Even now as a mom it creeps in through feelings of guilt when I find myself annoyed over the 2nd middle of the night wake up.

Bryan sometimes expresses interest in having more, and while I watch some friends’ bellies grow, attend baby showers and coo over their newborn pictures I sometimes, briefly, think that it would be cool to experience again. For Abby and Miles, I would absolutely 100% relive every bad day and cry every tear. I would do it all over again, for THEM. But not for any more.

I have absolutely no interest in meds, injections, monitoring appointments and blood tests. No more appointments. No more transfers. No more anxiety.

I am just fine with two.

*I’m sure they will piece something together thanks to the magic of editing, unless they just decide to cut it altogether. Should I get word it is airing I will try to record and post it :)

 

 

Going to Tri

Before the twins arrived, I was a runner. That’s not to say I’m not a runner anymore, but previously I basically ran, and ran and ran some more, with very little cross training.

Then I hurt my back, and my chiropractor recommended amping up the cross training. More specifically, swimming and biking. Bryan bought me a hybrid bike for my birthday last year and I’ve enjoyed the occasional ride, but I’m really not much of swimmer.  In fact, prior to about 6 weeks ago I can count the number of times  I swam for exercise on one hand.

Interestingly, I’m finding that I really enjoy more frequent cross training because it helps me avoid burnout. I look forward to my workouts more now that I’m doing different things. In fact, I’ve even started to enjoy swimming and even swam a whole mile (!) last week. I’ve secretly been doing brick workouts (swim/bike, bike/run etc) once a week for the last several weeks.

So of course, you know what this means.

It’s time to try a sprint triathlon. It’s been on my mind for several weeks and I’ve finally decided I’m going to register.

This particular race consists of

  • .3 mile swim (yes, point three)
  • 12 mile bike ride
  • 5k

I know I won’t place, but I know I can finish. If the contact lenses I ordered show up in enough time I’m going to jump in on the race next Sunday, otherwise I’ll race on August 10 (because you know, being able to see for the whole thing would be nice).

Stay tuned.

Finish This

1. The only thing standing between me and a sprint triathlon finish is the fact that, for whatever reason, I can’t bring myself to register for it. Even though I know I could finish it. How ridiculous is that?

2. I don’t have to be perfect to be better. Improvements are often small. Mistakes are still made. It is what you learn from them and how you change for the next time that matters. I need to remind myself of this.

3. I would improve children’s toys by inserting volume controls in ALL of them! Sometimes they are just LOUD! TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR!!! CAN YOU JUST SHINE MORE QUIETLY PLEASE?!?

 

your co-hosts are LISA (COASTLINED), JEN (The Arizona Russums), BECKY(The Java Mama) and NICOLE (Three 31)

Life With Twins – 14 months

Didn’t I just post their 13 month update?

It hasn’t been a particularly busy month, event wise, aside from my declaration of reasons why I’ll never win mother of the year. That and my parents coming down to visit for the 4th of July. They swear they are actually going to move into the house they bought one of these days. (swear, I tell you).

Gross Motor – They love to “downward baby”, Abby does this weird crawl on all fours,  and they both happily cruise the furniture, but still no independent walking yet. Miles has kinda taken “step flop” which basically means he wobbles one quarter or half step forward and then promptly flops himself onto the couch or floor. Its been suggested that I try standing them up with their backs against the couch and using food bribery. When I do that, Miles stands there for a bit, squats down and crawls over. Abby cries. In fact, when I attempt to help her in any way (except walking while holding my fingers) she cries. Only recently has she started pushing the push toys around, but this is only after SHE initiates and and only if it is HER idea. Miles loves climbing the stairs so I let him navigate them before naps and bedtime (and at the top of the stairs he closes the gate, which is hilarious). If I put Abby near the stairs to try to climb, well, I’ll give you three guesses as to what happens, and the first two don’t count.

Fine Motor - Abby has gotten quite good at feeding herself with a spoon. She can get a fork into her mouth as long as there is food already on it. Miles, on the other hand – well, I’ll just let you see for yourself.

On the other hand, Miles is actually getting pretty good at stacking cups and he gets a puzzle piece in the activity puzzle about half the time. Abby is a bit better at getting a ball out of the cup than Miles is but he fairs pretty well.

Speech/Language – I feel like they’ve gained a lot of understanding this month, but not as much in the way of new spoken words. Miles does say “mum mum mum” to eat, but not all of the time. He does, however, know how to “high 5″ and Abby will lean in when I say “kiss” and pucker my lips. I’ve started doing some object identification with them. Miles imitated “pa” for pop, but only once. I’ve gotten them to “give me their feet” to tickle a couple times but I’m not sure if they actually know their feet or if they just know I’ll tickle them. Same with things like “go get the ball” or “roll the ball”. Of course I’m going to say that know what I mean, because they are obviously geniuses like me (ha). Abby has figured out how to say some /k/ /g/ and throaty sounds and so when she babbles (which is like, constantly), she sounds like she is speaking German, or maybe Russian.

They are starting to look more and more like kids and less like babies. We’ve had a few mini tantrums but nothing major (yet). We’ve managed to ditch both bottles AND pacifiers (so far – 3 days no huge problems). They take 1 nap most days – a few days here and there they need two. I’ve started putting shoes on them periodically – poor Miles has really fat feet. Favorites this month: swimming, rolling the ball, peaches, bubbles, ice cream (*cough cough*), “throw the baby”, climbing stairs (Miles) and “talking” (Abby).

  • Abby has her first popsicle

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Great, now I’m having issues with bullets again.

  • Miles sports red, white, and cute (yes, I just said that)
Born in the USA

Born in the USA

  • Daddy falls asleep and so mommy paints his toes
Pretty pretty

That’s the risk you take when you nap

  • Miles shows off his “downward baby”
Downward facing baby

Downward facing baby

  • Abby reaches for the stars
I. WILL. GET. THE. BUBBLE

I. WILL. GET. THE. BUBBLE

  • They interact in the tub

(Insert cute video here – unfortunately it shows my son’s doodle so I can’t actually post it on the internet)

  • They swim
just call us ducks

just call us ducks

  • Then Abby relaxes after a long days work
SUCH a hard day

SUCH a hard day

  • Miles is a monster
rrrawwwrrr

rrrawwwrrr

  • We break out the water table
splish splash

splish splash

  • I’ll let the pic explain this one…
Hi, I'm a letter board

Hi, I’m a letter board

  • Miles plays peek a boo
peek a boo!

peek a boo!

  • And takes his first video selfie

 

Oh, and I’ve just discovered that we’ve reached the age where I’m going to have to start eating candy in the bathroom……

Bye Bye Babies

I’ve been trying to hang onto babyhood for a long as possible.

At just a few days shy of 14 months I decided to bite the bullet and ditch the one remaining nighttime bottle. The dishwasher was running and contained all of the bottles we had left that I hadn’t already given away, so I warmed up milk, threw it into a couple sippy cups, handed them to the twins and held my breath.

They didn’t give a damn.

Huh.

They didn’t drink as much but didn’t so much bat an eye at the exchange of drink ware (now, if I had turned off Pocoyo, there would have been hell to pay, I am sure).

To be honest, even as early as when I found out we were having twins, I planned for them to be my only children. I never wanted to have more than two kids to start with. As time has gone on, my reasons for sticking with two have shifted slightly but my feeling that these two are it remain the same. Now that we are taking bigger and bigger steps away from babies I admit that I don’t immediately diminish the thought of another pregnancy and baby. I still feel like two is the best fit for us, if that makes sense, but the biggest battle I fight is that I, at least at this point in time, have absolutely ZERO interest in fighting infertility again. By far it was one of my most difficult battles and yes it was absolutely 100% worth it. But I don’t want to do it again.

So I’m hanging onto my babies.

While snuggling withe the twins Bryan and I talked about when to begin the pacifier battle. In a few days, I said, citing the reason that we shouldn’t change too much at one time but really thinking that I’d be ok with babies for a few more days.

I took them upstairs, placed them in their cribs, brushed their teeth, read a story, and then realized their pacifiers were nowhere to be found.

So I kissed them goodnight and left the room without returning with the highly coveted stuffed animal pacifiers.

I braced myself. I expected meltdowns. I expected full on pterydactl screaming.

They weren’t thrilled, but they weren’t screaming bloody murder, and after 30 minutes were sound asleep.

I’m now watching the monitor wondering where on earth the time went, flabbergasted by the fact that they apparently handle change better than I do (granted, its only the first night*) and am a little sad to lose my babies.

*After 45 minutes asleep we already have one waker and guess what he is currently doing? Oh well, one battle at a time.

5 Reasons Why I’ll Never Win Mother of the Year

  • I feed them ice cream (sometimes)
  • I put my son in a tutu and take pictures of him
I'm the prettiest pretty princess

I’m the prettiest pretty princess

  • I sometimes (playfully people) refer to Veggie Straws as “shut up sticks”
  • I let them watch Pocoyo sometimes not just before bed
  • I take pre rescue pictures
I have no idea how he got himself stuck under this

I have no idea how he got himself stuck under this

Go away vacuum!

Go away vacuum!