Sunday, March 1, 2015

Thank You For The Years Chase!

I had a lot of time to think and reflect during my recent trip to Laos and Myanmar. I came back more spiritually, emotionally and mentally refreshed and with that, realized it was time to let go of my race gear from my previous life as an Ironman triathlete. Will I ever race Ironmans again? Never say never but it would take a huge "something" for that to happen. I must admit, luck was on my side as my asking prices probably left some room for negotiation but my buyers never asked. Last week, I let go of my Zipp 404s to a woman in the southbay who will put good use of them. Yesterday was a bit tougher as I bid farewell to my beloved Cervelo P2C. I sold it to a friend of mine who shared the same coach as me. She will be using Chase (bike's name) as a second race bike for her trainer and also as her non-racing travel bike. So, already, Chase is scheduled for some wanderlust adventures! 

I bought Chase from a shop that is no longer in business in the Cow Hollow neighborhood of San Francisco, a shop called Bike Nut. When I brought Chase home that July of 2007, I was afraid of it. Intimidated by it. I did my first Ironman that next month on my old Klein road bike (which eventually went to another owner) but soon after, started bonding with Chase and the rest is history as some of you may remember (this blog started as an ironman training blog logging in all my training hours for many years). This bike has been with me through many highs and lows as I road hours and hours of heart rate regulated intervals along Nicasio road in Marin and my favorite Saturday early morning training loop along Panoramic Hwy, Stinson Beach, Olema, Pt Reyes, Nicasio, Fairfax and back to Sausalito. So, with that, I bid Chase farewell. 5 years, 6 Ironman training seasons, 5 Ironman bike legs finishes, countless training races leading up to the Ace, countless hours and miles, laughters, tears, even a little bit of blood (broken blood vessel in my nose during a compu-trainer class) and of course the flattery compliments it received on the road. Thank you for therapy and good times! A gal and her bike.    

Saturday, February 21, 2015

The Aquarius Woman

I recently read an article on Elephant Journal that was mostly right on a walking contradiction type of way. Mostly. Had to share with my fellow Aquarius ladies out in the world!

The Aquarius Woman.

A lightning bolt strikes, the sky clears, and Miss. Aquarius skips out of the smoky aftermath, with flowers in her hair and turquoise mala beads strung around her wrists.

Her long skirt flows in the breeze, and she breathes in, ready to take flight.
The world feels wide open, juicy and full of possibility, just the way she likes.
She strums a guitar and laughs out loud, leaping and twirling and turning down the street.
She appears completely carefree, but—she holds a dripping aquamarine destiny in those delicate arms.
She bears a never-ending jug of water, sprinkling her wistful wisdom and luscious love and gentle encouragement to any thirsty soul that passes by.
How can she move so lightly?
How can she care so deeply?
She’s a walking contradiction.
She’s a social butterfly and a lone-wolf.
She’s a humanitarian and a rebel without a cause.
She’s a mad scientist and a vibrating ball of emotional chaos.
She lives in her head, but has a huge, dripping heart.
She’s hot.
She’s cold.
She’s here.
She’s there.
She’s frenetic, fierce, stubborn as hell, strong and f*cking unstoppable.
Yes, she’s light and airy— effervescent like extra-bubbly champagne.
But she’s electric.
She is god damn electric.
She’s a shock-wave, a lightning bolt, a twirling tornado, a powerful pulse of electromagnetic energy.
She is no joke.
She will change completely in a fraction of a second, growing strange sparkly wings, shedding her skin ferociously to take flight into a whirling gust of wind.
Dare anyone think they own her?
Dare anyone try to keep her?
She will never stand for a caged life, even if fighting for freedom hurts like hell.
She’s born for the breeze and she knows it.
She is god damn electric.
She will go outside and dance wildly in the world’s sobbing tears, the salty drops soaking her vintage floral dress through and through, as she closes her eyes and drinks it in like nourishing mango nectar.
She knows that pain and sadness and shock and failure are inherently creative forces, necessary as air, inspiring as art.
She’s unafraid of solitude and embarks on solo adventures, spreading her wings wide, breathing in the sacred spaciousness of crisp mountain air and salty ocean sunrises.
She’s a wise woman, a mysterious creature, an intriguing mirage, constantly on the move, always ever so slightly out of reach.
But—behind her cool confidence and wild-child exterior, she’s secretly scared and vulnerable and guarded as f*ck.
She’s secretly a lonely lone-wolf, looking for someone to cherish her unconventional, free-spirited soul.
She will find a fellow adventurer one day and bare her heart; it will be beautiful, like a breezy mountain meadow drenched in sunbeams, bursting with heavenly honeysuckle blossoms and bright wildflowers.
She will love passionately and strangely and freely and unconditionally.
But, she will always—first and foremost—be her own woman.
She will not belong to anyone.
Because she is not meant to.
She belongs to the breeze, to the stormy night sky, to the frenetic pulsing heartbeat of the entire world.
She belongs to starry nebulas and strange circus songs and shocking moments of revelation.
She’s born to fly where lightning strikes.
She is god damn electric.

Thursday, November 27, 2014

This Year..I AM Thankful For..

For the past few years, I've been thankful for time. This year, I'm waking up most thankful for the health of my family and friends, laughter, voices of reason that give peace in my mind and the freedom to make choices. Happy Thanksgiving, friends!

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Post Vacation Glow

I just returned from an amazing two weeks in the South American country of Colombia. You can read about my two week adventure here:

Colombia, what a warm and down to earth country!