I can’t tell if it’s the color or not.. but something about the Saucony Kinvara 4 makes me at least feel like I am running faster. P.S. How fantastic is this packaging?!
This shoe is SUPER lightweight.
If you remember my review of the Virratas, I was super impressed with that shoe. This one? I’m sort of in love with it. The 4mm heel-to-toe drop is much better for me than the 0mm heel-to-toe drop. I literally ran a half-marathon in them with less than 30 miles on them. (I never said I was smart.)
The Ravenna’s I have been running in are a stability shoe, and the Kinvara 4 offers more cushion and support than a normal minimal shoe. Also? More room in the toe box and it doesn’t feel as long as the Virrata, if that makes sense. They didn’t take as much getting used to as the Virratas did.. I was able to hop in them and go with minimal discomfort.
I think I have inadvertently made the switch to a more minimal shoe. At least, for the time being. Besides.. who doesn’t love a shoe that can glow in the dark?
Here is what Saucony has to say about it.
Saturday was my first Tri of the season. Philly did a team relay and he was the swimmer of the group.
I’ve decided I don’t like competing in things with my husband… he is very much on edge when I am not 15 minutes early and asks for weird “pump up” songs like “Deep River Woman”… Say WHAT?!
Upon arriving, I grabbed my packet and saw I was number 21.. umm what? No, thank you. That puts me up there with the “real” competitors and freaks me out, but gives me a nice spot in transition.
I don’t have any swim pictures.. sorry. Or bike pictures. But this is me in T2… Philly is giving me a run down on how I’m doing.
The run was mostly shaded and pretty flat minus one hill.
Here’s me coming into the final stretch…
Practicing my dance moves? I am not sure.But I look like I’m having fun!
John and his team.. came in 1st. Way to go, guys!!
Me? I came in 2nd or 3rd, however you want to look at it.
I was 2nd, in all of the preliminary print outs, and then when they did awards, some girl came out of nowhere and beat me and the chick in front of me. No. I think it was rigged… kidding! Sort of.
I think this is an excellent first time Tri for anyone. Pool swim, short run, easy course. They didn’t have water or Gatorade, therefore, some of us didn’t hydrate properly… Ahem… ME.
They also said they would be giving us swim caps, and they did not. Luckily,I had two in my bag and lent one out to a fellow swimmer.
My goal was to finish under an hour and I did… 58:41. Super proud with the first one of the season! Of course, my thought process was, “Wait. I want to do a half Ironman?!” Because, well, it’s just insane to think about.
I have been inadvertently keeping a secret. Not to be mean or to be withholding. But simply because, life has just been straight up crazy lately.
Here goes… I’ve been training for a triathlon. It’s Saturday. It’s a sprint tri and one I did last year, which was it’s inaugural event.
I think it’s a great first tri, with it being a pool swim. It’s a 200 yard pool swim, 8 mile bike, and a 2 mile run. I did it last year in 1:00:46, coming in 3rd in my age group.
The trouble with triathlon training, is you are juggling 3 events, making sure you are putting time and effort into all 3 somewhat equally. After Nike, I took some time off of running to try to concentrate on building up my biking and swimming.
I entered an estimated swim time of 3:30 and I’m about 40 seconds off of that. I am about 45 seconds off my goal pace on the run. I am hoping to make up some time on the bike, but who knows.
I also fell last week on my bike, successfully knocking the chain off and bending my derailer hanger and the guy can’t even look at it until Tuesday, so I am hoping to get to ride one last time on Wednesday, but who knows.
In the interest of full disclosure, I also have two more triathlons lined up and am thinking of signing up for a half Ironman for next year. And we can’t forget half marathon season!
I’ve hinted at this story before.
Once all of the reports of all of the crazy stories on cruise ships starting hitting the news stations, I knew it was time to re-visit it for the Interwebz. I must apologize in advance for the lack of pictures, once you read the story, you will understand why.
I feel like I should give you some background story. About 6 weeks after I had Addison, John’s family decided to start planning a family vacation. They wanted to go on a cruise. Well, I am generally not a fan of cruises. I think everyone should go on at least one, but it’s not how I would choose to vacation.
Being a new mommy, I couldn’t possibly fathom leaving my child to go out of the country for a week and be out of touch from the world. I mean, this little bundle depended on me to care, love, feed, and nurture it, right? So, I insisted she go.
The family told me no, but ultimately, I won that battle. So, a year later, 16 month old Addison set sail on her very first cruise. Did I mention that this was the week before Christmas? No. Okay. Are you ready? Here we go…
Addy fell in love with this big red dog.
Moving on… part of the awesomeness of this family vacation was, we were all going to stay in the pimp daddy Presidential Suite on the back of the boat. All 8 of us. 1700 square feet. Dining room. 2 Master Suites. A hot tub. Wet bar. and an 1100 square foot private deck. Oh? And our view? Was off the back of the ship. It was an amazing room. It had the potential to be a vacation that was talked about in years to come.
Our first night at dinner… it was a dress up night. Look how sweet and cute little Addy was!! Oh, what a beautiful dress.
Joseph and Tracie
The first night, Addison threw up a little bit. I figured it was seasickness. The second day, was our first day at sea, we played on the balcony, sat in the hot tub, etc.
Now, I don’t think I’ve talked much about the fact that John battled panic attacks in previous years, but this was right smack in the middle of some of the worst of it. On the second night on the ship, he ended up getting very sick. The 3rd day, we were in port at Grand Cayman. John wanted to go to infirmary, because he thought he needed fluids. I agreed to go with him, just trying to pacify him with his increasing panic.
They said he was dehydrated, needed some IV fluids and they were going to run some tests. I remember curling up on one of those cots and taking a nap. When I woke up, I didn’t feel as chipper as I thought I should, and the doctors informed us that John had the Noro Virus. They gave the option to be flown by helicopter back to the United States or we could be quarantined to our room… EVERYONE in our room had to be quarantined. For at least 48 hours of the last person being sick. They told us that it was highly contagious. Now, maybe you are wondering what the Noro Virus is? Well, simply. YOU WANT TO DIE. It is intense abdominal cramps, vomiting, diarrhea, all while wishing the end of the world would come so you didn’t have to endure it any longer. Since we were in port that day, John’s brothers refused to come back to the room because they knew they were quarantined once they did. They stayed out all day.
He felt better after some fluids!
Sweet little Addy
Right after this picture was taken, I went down. I can remember actually calling my mom and telling her I just wanted to die on American soil. Without going into extremely gross details, just know that the sickness is INTENSE. And at times, completely uncontrollable.
With the entire room unable to leave, they brought us food, drink, took our clothes to the laundry, and cleaned the room twice a day. They even had a concierge go out a shop for my mother-in-law at one of the stops we missed. On lobster night? We ordered 12 lobsters… no one ate them, but they were there. They were very accommodating to the sickies. But still, we were sick, trapped on moving vessel at sea. Slowly, every single one of us went down. Maybe you’re thinking, “48 hours of sickness doesn’t sound that intense.” Let me assure you, the effects of this sickness lasted for over 2 weeks. You felt like you had been beaten with a baseball bat and then run over by a Mack truck for TWO WEEKS.
The one stop we did get off on was at Cozumel.
And we ran into these guys. Don’t know who they are? Well, they are Nelson. The amazing twin duo from the early 90′s. I was obsessed back then. I was equally as starstuck as an adult.. they were my first concert and I talked to them for forever about it.
Nelson was the on ship entertainment. They even pointed me out in the audience and told my story. Yep. Childhood dream came true!!!
I have never been happier to see the city of Miami, and get back onto dry land. Maybe you think the story ends there? Nope. You would be wrong. You know how at Christmas time you run from family gathering to family gathering? Well, that’s what we did. And what happened, we couldn’t have predicted. You see, with the Noro Virus, we learned, that you have a carrier. One who really doesn’t ever show the same symptoms. That person was Addison. So, at every gathering, Addison infected everyone. My aunts house. Both sets of parents. My grandmother, who took it back to her nursing home and passed it around. Several of them ended up in the hospital from dehydration. The week after Christmas, we saw where an entire town in Europe was infected with it.
So, my advice to anyone going on a cruise is to WASH YOUR HANDS. Seriously. You do NOT want this mess. This story is the reason that children are no longer invited or welcome on J’s family vacations.
It has only taken 5 1/2 years for me to be convinced to go on another cruise. We set sail this summer on the Allure of the Seas. And you can best bet, we are staying in separate rooms!
Remember that time that I went to DC and ran my 10th half marathon?
Yeah.. life got a hold of me, and I forgot to blog about it.
Friday morning found me traveling to Baltimore, by plane. I then, took the bus to the train station, where I took the train into Union Station. I had the creepiest experience in the train station with an employee, were he was begging me for advice because he had cheated on his “old lady”. Maybe you should stop referring to her as your old lady… and asking random girls for advice… or maybe just keep it in your pants.
I thought traveling by train would be so “Serena Van Der Woodsen”. Turns out, it wasn’t.
But, Molly picked me up from there and we headed to the Expo…we did all the normal Nike Women’s stuff… like found our name on the wall.
Upon arrival to Molly’s house, I found that Becca had sent me some Sherrie’s Berrie’s. She used to do this for every race, but then I ran a bunch in a row and they were local, so.. can’t blame a gal for stopping! Anyway, obviously my friends are total rockstars and you should be jealous.
Lindsey stayed around while we did cake and sang to Cooper.
Sunday was the race, and lots of dancing and champs and naps.
Monday morning B drove me to Baltimore (THANKS B!!!) and I had to battle these….
Unpacking made me a little sad that it was over…
But this face waiting on me at the airport made it all better!!