We just finished the 100th running of the Bay to Breakers. Fun!!

The best I saw was a woman dressed as a Laura Croft tomb raider, and the German thought the group of Elvis’ (Elvi) rocked. We both loved the salmon swimming upstream.

I also saw a really good Prince. The finish line angel with wings and white glitter against his black skin was gorgeous. And he was super buff.

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Week re-cap:

Monday:
drove from SF to Barstow. Days Inn. No workout.

Tuesday:
drove from Barstow to Vegas. Mandalay Bay. Blue Man Group. Stefan did his training in the wave pool. I swam a little in the pool, and went around the Lazy River (does that count as a swim?!)

Wednesday:
drove from Vegas to St. George, UT. Got settled. Went to Costco. Forgot to change the clocks forward!! It stays light late here.

Thursday:
we swam in the http://www.utahoutdoors.com/pages/sand_hollow.htm reservoir, which is where the Stefan will swim Saturday. It was damn cold, wetsuit and all. We went to the Expo, he registered, and then we did some (more) food shopping. Then we biked the run course, it was hot and very very hilly. That marathon is going to be a bitch. Mike came to cheer on the German!

Friday:
So far today Stefan did a swim/bike/run. Here is a pic of him in the pool this morning, he looks so relaxed! –
turning around in the pool

He is such a beautiful swimmer.

Now we have to go drop off his bike and get him BodyMarked!

Tonight I have my volunteer meeting at 7 (I’m going to be a wetsuit peeler!).

Tomorrow we are up at 4am. It’s going to be a long day…

This past weekend was a blur… Saturday I woke up not feeling too hot. Throat hurting and a stuffed nose to boot. But Jessie picked me up at 2 and we went down to mid-cal for the Wildflower Olympic on Sunday in Bradley, CA. We met Nancy and had a great dinner at Thomas Hill Organics, even though it took forever. They made me a really nice vegan dish. But it did take forever. Then we went back to the hotel and we all slept well at the La Quinta in Paso Robles. It was a sweet room; huge!

Sunday we were up at 5:30; the girls went to breakfast but I had stomach drama so I didn’t go eat. We left for the race at 6:30; were racked and set up by 9. We passed a house that said, “Golden Retriever puppies” and I was *this* close to getting a puppy instead of racing (not really). The location of the race was gorgeous but wow were there a lot of people there. We had only a teeny area to set up and it seemed that all the women around me were doing their first Olympic so I was trying to keep it calm and not be too chatty. I just didn’t feel like it.

My heat was at 10:40. I had a good swim; it was my first time using a wetsuit! Jeez that makes it way easier. I was feeling really good until this woman in a purple cap (the heat behind me) just glided by like she was being pulled by a boat. haha! But I did catch some heats that were 2 ahead, so I was ok with that. My transition was ok, I was not trying to go too hard. I almost crashed leaving the transition but thankfully I didn’t. Then it was up and down, up and down. The hills were kinda brutal. At the turn around I felt good and grabbed a gatorade bottle (because I don’t feel comfortable reaching for my water bottle… don’t judge me!) and drank that.

Then I had the 4th slowest transition to the run; my left knee was killing me and I chatted to Jessie for a bit. I ran/walked the run; it was hot and I was kinda over it. But the last mile+ was all downhill so I killed that and finished strong! People were yelling at me “WAY TO FINISH STRONG!” and I yelled back “I WALKED HALF OF IT!” :)… I finished and went right back into the water to cool off. I was feeling a little crappy since I had gels and caffeine shot bloks and hadn’t eaten anything solid. But I finished and it felt really good.

Here are my times:

overall: 3:24:47
swim: :28:26
bike: 1:41:54
run: 1:03:57

There is also super cool video of me finishing here:

Then we drove back and I met up with the German. That was Sunday night.

Monday morning we went to get the car, then went to Bruce’s to get gear, then to Kinsley’s to pack up the rest of the schtuff, then we hit the road around 2:45 to head to Stefan’s race, the St. George Ironman.

More on that next!

Thursday I spun for 1:30:23 very easy because I just had no energy. I remember it being :24 minutes in and thinking, “omg wtf I have over an HOUR to go?!”. Little did I know later that day my throat would start to hurt.

1:30:23
TE 1.9
HR 131 avg
HR 157 peak
557 kcals

Friday (today) I swam for :36:40 and felt pretty good. 400 wu and 6×200. I went slow and had some contact lens drama but other than that it was ok. I did wake up with a sore throat though, damnit.

Then I chatted with the nice maintenance lady in the locker room and tried to tell her I was going away for a month and I think she comprende and I think she said that if she gets 4 days off she’s lucky.

Tomorrow Jessie and I go to Bradley, CA for Wildflower on Sunday. My first tri in 4 years! Or maybe it’s been 5? And then Monday starts the Great Road Trip of 2011. SF > Barstow > Vegas > St. George > Zion > Death Valley > SF. Whoa!

Tuesday I:

1. spun for 1:16:15
2. swam for :25:33

TE 2.7
HR 139 avg (bike only, I don’t wear HRM in pool)
HR 167 peak (bike only), I don’t wear HRM in pool)
555 kcals (plus the swimming kcals)

Wednesday (today) I woke up at 4:58 and then went back to sleep until 6:53. I only had to run for :45 today. So I ran south along the Embarcadero, past the Ray Gun Rocket and past the arrow heart and past the Bay Bridge and past AT&T Park, down over the mini-bridge where McCovey Cove is, and around the the bend to where Jelly’s is. It was about 4.25 miles.

:41.42
TE 3.8
HR 163 avg
HR 181 peak
408 kcals

And this morning I lost my stupid Clipper card. I used it on the MUNI and then somehow lost it from the time I swiped it to the time I got to the gym. Oy!

Dear Diary,

Friday I was semi-hungover from the Rickhouse the night before. I was drinking the drink whose names was in homage to its previous haunt, the Ginger’s Trois. So what I did was walk-run on the treadmill for :30. Lame, but beter than nothing.

Saturday I was up and at ’em and swam for :32, rode my bike for 1:35, and ran for :30. Then I went over to Bruce’s house and organized my stuff for the big road trip coming up. I went to bed at 9:30.
swim: 32:13
bike: 1:34:06 (140 HR avg)
run 33:41 (166 HR avg)

TE 3.7
HR 146 avg
HR 185 peak
kcals 1,001

Sunday I woke up at like 4, ouch. Jessie and I were going to go for a bike ride, but it was raining. Boo! So I had Easter breakfast with Kins and the boys… strawberry shortcake! And the Easter Bunny brought me a basket! Then I did a lot of laundry and took a nap. I was supposed to go to the Hunky Jesus Contest but when I woke up it was super nice out in SF and so I got on my bike and tested my new shoes and cleats instead. Wildflower is next weekend so I should be on my bike as much as possible.

Today I got up and ran for :40. It was a great treadmill run, I wish all my runs would be like that. I did:

:40:12
:05 warm up at 6mph
:10 +2 stops faster
:15 +2 stops faster
:20 +2 stops faster
:25 +2 stops faster
:30 +2 stops faster
:35 +2 stops faster then 2 more stops faster. I was eventually running 7:30 mile minutes. Fast!
:40 warm down

TE 3.8
HR 163 avg
HR 183 peak
396 kcals

I love this post title, it’s old and new together.

I can’t remember what I did yesterday… let’s see… oh yeah I did the Tred and Shred class and then the kettle bell class, and then I stretched for about :20. I really miss yoga. I wish I had the time and the energy to do the gym in the morning a Rusty class at night. People don’t understand that his practices are incredibly hard both mentally and physically. They say “it’s just yoga, and you miss it, go to class!” But I can’t devote the energy and I don’t want to do it half assed so it must wait. In the fall of ’09 I went to yoga 4x a week and I left my heart and soul on that mat for 90 minutes, and it was so good. The good thing about yoga is that it will wait for you. Not like this endurance sports stuff, although you do get better with age.

Here’s my little yoga timeline:

1994-95: PDX. I remember my first teacher, but not where it was. I’m pretty sure it was at the Riverside Athletic Club in Portland, but it could have been at the gym on the other side of town when I lived in SW. Anyway the teacher loved to demonstrate poses (he would gather us around and show us how to spread our toes) and the comedy thing was that he was missing his 2nd toe (the one next to the big toe) on his left foot and so he could spread his toes SO wide. It was so funny that he loved to show us that. Like, all the time.

1996-97: Now in SF, I don’t think I did yoga during this time. What I was doing was a LOT of aerobics in Hayes Valley at In Shape at Andre’s. Now that is a great workout, aerobics… AND you get to dance, how fun! One super funny thing about this is that in 2010 I went to YogaWorks in Soho with Bonnie to a class (I was bitching about how there are no yoga classes I like in NYC that are challenging and bhakti-like, and no one in NYC chants!) and the teacher was none other than this super hot and of course gay guy Sherman. And… Sherman taught aerobics at In Shape at Andre’s!!! It was all I could do to wait until after class so I could corner him and say hi. He had the hardest aerobics classes; we would put our risers in a circle and then would move from step to step. It was a choreographed thing of beauty, and if you missed a week you were behind the dance lessons and had to watch instead, because if you messed up that would mess up the people around you. Stress! So anyway after class I went over and started talking to him and honestly he really did seem to remember me as soon as I said “You used to be in San Francisco, right?” because he said, “Yes! At Larry’s studio*! I think I remember you.” (which is true, I went to Larry’s studio) and then I said, “Well if you think you remember me from there, I’m really going to blow your mind when I tell you that I used to go to your AEROBICS classes at IN SHAPE AT ANDRE’S!!!!” And holy shit his jaw hit.the.floor and he started gasping and grabbing my arm and saying, “Guuurl lookit you. You just dated not only me but yourself! And look at you! You look fantastic! See what happens when you stay in shape!” And it was just so super duper funny. It was a reunion of epic aerobic and sun salutation proportions.

1998-99: Still in SF. This is where I get introduced to none other than Callie Littlefield, who once leaned her entire 95 pound frame on me while I was in eka pada paschimottanasana? and whispered, “You are going to make a great yogini”. When Callie died I didn’t practice for months.

2000-2007: This was the time of Alice and Rusty. Alice was a mixture of soft and hard. Once while we were all in down dog, she said to me from across the room, “Please take the proper hand position, Kenna.” Then, realizing that I couldn’t take the proper hand position because my mat was so sweaty I was slipping, she kindly stepped on my hands to keep me in place. We were practicing the full primary series 4x/week, it was me and Madeline and Brian Tom and half of the SF Ballet. This is where I learned to practice mat to mat to mat. This is also where I started to understand devotion. One night, Alice announced that she was pregnant and was closing the studio effective immediately. Amid gasps, we were told we had to find a new teacher. I stopped practicing for a while.

In late 2001(?) I went to a class with Brian Tom on Stanyan Street in the Haight. One class with Rusty Wells and I was hooked. This was a new type of yoga, not as serious but still honoring the beloved and working your ass off. This was mixing it up and going to a new edge. He would have us do heart openers and tell us to dedicate them to George Bush, “Because if there is anyone on this earth who needs some love it’s this guy.” I remember telling Brian that he had been holding out on me with this teacher. So for years I have followed Rusty, from Stanyan to the Castro to that place in the Mission that I never got to, back to the Castro, and now near the Goodwill. Other teachers include Christopher Love (I remember when he left to join the circus – literally), Les Leventhal, Elise Lorimer, Stephanie Snyder, the great Janet Stone, that woman with the best voice ever-Devora Sacks. A weekend-long Ana Forrest workshop (“I find that a good 10 minute wheel really gets stuff moving around”) where my lungs were sore from breathing very deeply. There are lots more I am forgetting I am sure. Yoga in San Francisco at this time was phenomenal. There were also trips to Tim Miller’s studio in Encintas, where I could do jump throughs, if only because my mat was so sweaty I sorta slid (but my heels were barely on the floor!)

2007-2009: NYC. I whored myself around, looking for the studio that I would settle into. There was nothing bhakti-like. I went to both Jivamuktis, 2 Power to the People studios, YMCA yoga, YogaWorks, small studios in BK, PowerYoga in Union Square, Dharma Mitra’s studio, a power class on the UES, Equinox yoga, new studios opening. I even went to a Rusty Wells workshop at the Om Factory. I just didn’t like any of it; even the Rusty workshop felt tailored to New Yorkers for some reason. It just lacked soul and that devotional spin.

Fall/Winter 2010: Freelancing in Santa Monica brought me to a few good places there… the hot yoga place (which was really more yoga/barre method) and Exhale Spa (never got to a Shiva Rea class though) and also Vytas’ class and Bryan himself at at Bryan Kest’s studio. Glimmer’s of good stuff.

Now back in SF, I have been training for a race. No yoga. I am tight, my center is shifted, and loads of other stuff. I have not said any invocation in a long time.

And today, I had an 8am client call and now have drinks with the client after work. No work out today! Run tomorrow.

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*Larry’s studio is http://www.itsyoga.net/, and this is sad but I just read that he passed on. I wasn’t a big fan of his, mainly because one time he said to me when I was either in sarvangasana (shoulder stand) or halasana, “Yeah, you’re strong. But can you breathe?” Looking back I had no idea how right he was, because of course I couldn’t breathe. I had no idea how to breathe. I just remember being so offended. Ah, youth!

This morning I woke up at 5:29, and got to the gym at 6:23.

My normal spin guy was not there this morning, we had a sub. He was ok. I do appreciate the Daft Punk in the am though, brings me back to a few Burning Man sunrises for some reason.

Here are some fun Daft Punk videos that deserve another viewing:

classic Daft Hands

and Daft Bodies

Now someone at work is blasting “Take My Breath Away” so now I feel like seeing Top Gun. Ugh, great.

I spun for an hour, then swam for :30. But somehow my HRM got totally jacked up and it wouldn’t turn off. So I called the suunto 800 number and I talked to this woman who instructed me how to fix it. She knew how to work this HRM like no other. Then, as I was listening to her, I realized that she sounded just like a producer I’ve worked with before, so I said, “Are you Italian by any chance?” And she said, laughing, “Yes, I am.” And then I said “And have you spent time in the UK?” and she kinda gasped and said “Wow, yes I have.” And I said, “I thought so, you sound exactly like this woman Valentina I’ve worked with.” It was so weird, she was her audio twin! Total sound twin. It was nuts.

Oh! And there was a 3.8 in SF yesterday. Shook my chair hard. Yuck.

BIG props to gal pal New Karen who just completed Boston about an hour ago! You did it!!

Yesterday I did my long (slow) run (1:17:35) and burned at a TE of 4.6 with a 165 avg hr, 186 peak, 790 kcals. I was also supposed to swim but I didn’t, so there.

Today was my off day so I just did a TRX class this morning. It was kinda hard and very gimicky.

Last night was the first night I slept in my contacts. My eyes were stuck together this morning, yuck.

Sidenote: In an effort to be more ergonomic, I ‘borrowed’ a smaller aero chair at work for my desk, am using the under the table keyboard extend a thingy, and have pulled my big monitor closer (doesn’t need to be so far away with my contacts!)

Today the fog rolled into San Francisco and boy is it thick.

I did my own little triathlon today:

swim: :21:33:70
bike: 1:15:21
run: :39:33:20, but I got the worst side cramp in the history of side cramps and I had to walk a lot. I was only supposed to do :30 and it took me :39 to finish. Bust! But the first 1/2 of the run I felt great.

hr 156 avg
hr 181 peak
total 2:16:28
kcals 1,014
TE 3.5

I did eat the caffeine orange shot bloks and they work, let me tell you.

Leaving the gym they were shooting something called Top Gear. Market Street was closed and there was a little car being shot by a zooming matte black SUV with one of those articulating jib arms.

Oh and I swam in my contacts, rode and ran with them too. It’s amazing to be able to read your watch during training!

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