<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237461618855319015</id><updated>2011-08-01T14:51:38.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christina in Training</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xinarocks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237461618855319015/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xinarocks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17776202081665547767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237461618855319015.post-675042990877144085</id><published>2010-07-21T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T16:07:25.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Girl All The Tri Guys Want"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.cafepress.com/jitcrunch.aspx?bG9hZD1yZXN1bHQsaHR0cDovL2ltYWdlczAuY3BjYWNoZS5jb20vaW1hZ2UvMTE0NzMzNzBfNDAweDQwMC5qcGd8bG9hZD13YXRlcm1hcmssaHR0cDovL3d3dy5jYWZlcHJlc3MuY29tL2NvbnRlbnQvbWFya2V0cGxhY2UvaW1nL3dhdGVybWFya3MvMTVfcGVyY2VudF9lbWIucG5nfHJvdGF0ZT13YXRlcm1hcmssMHxjb21wb3NlPXJlc3VsdCx3YXRlcm1hcmssQWRkLDAsMTd8c2NhbGU9cmVzdWx0LDQ4MCw0NjN8Y29tcHJlc3Npb249OTk="&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 463px;" src="http://images.cafepress.com/jitcrunch.aspx?bG9hZD1yZXN1bHQsaHR0cDovL2ltYWdlczAuY3BjYWNoZS5jb20vaW1hZ2UvMTE0NzMzNzBfNDAweDQwMC5qcGd8bG9hZD13YXRlcm1hcmssaHR0cDovL3d3dy5jYWZlcHJlc3MuY29tL2NvbnRlbnQvbWFya2V0cGxhY2UvaW1nL3dhdGVybWFya3MvMTVfcGVyY2VudF9lbWIucG5nfHJvdGF0ZT13YXRlcm1hcmssMHxjb21wb3NlPXJlc3VsdCx3YXRlcm1hcmssQWRkLDAsMTd8c2NhbGU9cmVzdWx0LDQ4MCw0NjN8Y29tcHJlc3Npb249OTk=" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music by Bowling for Soup&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics by Christina Davis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 o'clock, Saturday morn and I'm waitin' &lt;br /&gt;To finally go for a ride a little longer than most. &lt;br /&gt;My bike is Sam, and she's a Trek with a triple, &lt;br /&gt;She likes to climb, but goin’ downhill’s when she gets really mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I swim, &lt;br /&gt;All the wind blows and the angels sing. &lt;br /&gt;They’re gonna notice me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause they’re watchin' Tour de France &lt;br /&gt;Creamin' over Levi &lt;br /&gt;Listenin' to the coaches &lt;br /&gt;Feel the burn, in your thigh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followin’ a race plan &lt;br /&gt;Look at me an Ironman&lt;br /&gt;If you were me, then you'd be &lt;br /&gt;Screamin' "Woohoo” and “Go Team!" &lt;br /&gt;As I work relentlessly, &lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to be the girl all the tri guys want. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the girl all the tri guys want! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They like to workout and they also like to go fast &lt;br /&gt;Their cupboard’s full of Gu and stuff that is not really food &lt;br /&gt;They know one day they’re gonna place in their age group &lt;br /&gt;They'll never know that I'm the best at good attitude &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I bike, &lt;br /&gt;All the wind blows and the angels sing. &lt;br /&gt;They’re gonna notice me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause they’re watchin' Tour de France &lt;br /&gt;Creamin' over Levi &lt;br /&gt;Listenin' to the coaches &lt;br /&gt;Feel the burn, in your thigh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like 'em with a M-Dot &lt;br /&gt;Work hard, play a lot &lt;br /&gt;Drivin' with a bike rack&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t wear a Camelbak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followin’ a race plan &lt;br /&gt;Look at me an Ironman&lt;br /&gt;If you were me, then you'd be &lt;br /&gt;Screamin' "Woohoo” and “Go Team!" &lt;br /&gt;As I work relentlessly, &lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to be the girl all the tri guys want. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the girl all the tri guys want! &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the girl all the tri guys want! &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the girl all the tri guys want! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There they go again &lt;br /&gt;With helmets on, and spandex on their rear &lt;br /&gt;They go so fast, I wanna go fast too &lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was to get past T-2! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m watchin' Tour de France &lt;br /&gt;Creamin' over Levi &lt;br /&gt;Listenin' to my coaches &lt;br /&gt;Feel the burn, in my thigh &lt;br /&gt;I got an M-Dot&lt;br /&gt;I work hard, play a lot&lt;br /&gt;And I got's a tattoo... tattoo.... tattoo..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followin’ a race plan &lt;br /&gt;Look at me an Ironman&lt;br /&gt;If you were me, then you'd be &lt;br /&gt;Screamin' "Woohoo” and “Go Team!" &lt;br /&gt;As I work relentlessly, &lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to be the girl all the tri guys want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m the girl all the tri guys want! &lt;br /&gt;I’m the girl all the tri guys want! &lt;br /&gt;I’m the girl all the tri guys want! &lt;br /&gt;I’m the girl all the tri guys want! &lt;br /&gt;(There she goes again) &lt;br /&gt;I’m the girl all the tri guys want! &lt;br /&gt;I’m the girl all the tri guys want! &lt;br /&gt;(There she goes again) &lt;br /&gt;I’m the girl all the tri guys want! &lt;br /&gt;I’m the girl all the tri guys want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237461618855319015-675042990877144085?l=xinarocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xinarocks.blogspot.com/feeds/675042990877144085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237461618855319015&amp;postID=675042990877144085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237461618855319015/posts/default/675042990877144085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237461618855319015/posts/default/675042990877144085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xinarocks.blogspot.com/2010/07/girl-all-tri-guys-want.html' title='&quot;Girl All The Tri Guys Want&quot;'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17776202081665547767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237461618855319015.post-7825903588978140749</id><published>2009-05-08T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:52:19.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LflKSfquWKY/SgUlKx0Iy4I/AAAAAAAACV8/HY8aLjadFOc/s1600-h/dayssi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LflKSfquWKY/SgUlKx0Iy4I/AAAAAAAACV8/HY8aLjadFOc/s400/dayssi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333710200791157634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week three years ago, I was training with Team in Training to run my first marathon and I became connected to the cause in a way that will forever be with me.  It went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that Leukemia was the kind of cancer kids can get.  That was pretty concerning to me and I thought anything I could do to change that was necessary.  Up to this point I hadn't known any children with Leukemia, but knowing it could happen was enough. Joining the team gave me a new perspective.  I met many honorees that were all different.  Some were children, some were not, and they all had different stories and each one touched me.  But over a year since I had first joined the team a few weeks before my first marathon Leukemia touched me in a different way.  A child that I knew, and who was part of my life as a healthy two year old became someone with cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 7, 2005 Dayssi was diagnosed with leukemia. Six hours earlier she was a healthy happy little girl with what everyone assumed was a sprained ankle.  She had Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia (ALL) B-precursor. This is the most common - and most treatable form of the disease in children. She was in the lower risk subgroup (Children 1-10 years of age). In addition, her white cell count at initial diagnosis was 35,000 - below the 50,000 marker for higher risk. Finally, tests on her cerebral spinal fluid (CSF) from a lumbar puncture show no evidence of lymphoblasts (leukemia cells) in her spinal cord fluid - another good indicator. So, in sum, the prognosis was very good. 80% of patients with her profile are-- in effect-cured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that the treatment is both lengthy and unpleasant. She underwent 1 month of induction (intensive chemotherapy) designed to knock out the diseased cells, 5 additional months of intensification, designed to consolidate remission achieved during induction, and 2 years of maintenance, designed to ensure the elimination of any traces of the leukemia cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start things off her treatment on day 1 Dayssi had a bone marrow aspiration and biopsy. This reconfirmed the diagnosis and provided samples necessary for identifying the subtype of leukemia.  On day 2 she had a spinal tap - or lumbar puncture (LP) to obtain fluid to test for the presence of the cancer cells in the CSF and to give her the initial dose of chemotherapy (intrathecal) just in case.  On day 3 and 4 chemo continued with a variety of medications.  On day 5  she had her central line (a PICC) inserted to provide easier access for blood draws and administration of her intravenous medications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July of 06 Dayssi had her first day of maintenance.  This included a push of vincristine (this is the drug that makes her jaw hurt, and her tummy hurt, for a few days after getting it, and it also makes her walk and run kind of funny). After returning home, she started a five-day course of steroids (dexamethasone, the original and still worst "yucky" medicine), plus the minty Zantac that goes with it (another contender for most yucky), and a new oral methotrexate, which Dayssi will take one night per week for the next two years. The methotrexate dose consists of 5 small pills, and also requires an empty stomach. So, after returning from the hospital, Dayssi had a drink with extra poo poo medicine (to stave off another undesirable effect of vincristine), dinner (Tacos!), some yogurt with steroids (dexamethasone), Zantac and grenadine. An hour later she had the 5 methotrexate pills, which she took by carefully placing each inside its own raspberry, popping into her mouth, chewing and, on occasion, swallowing without even feeling the pill! Piece of cake. An hour later, she had her regular 6MP pill, which she'll continue to take every night at bedtime for the next 2 years. This is the one that makes her throw up every morning but she doesn't know that, and doesn't mind taking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout this whole process there were many days when Dayssi was not healthy enough to come to school, when her counts were not high enough to fight of the germs that most two and three year olds deal with on a daily basis, but there were even more days when Dayssi showed up and smiled.  Each day I looked at that smile I felt inspired.  She is so brave and so small, and she deals with things I hope I never have to.  So I work hard and raise money and hope to be a part of changes that make it so no one ever will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know more about Dayssi you can read her blog, "Saving Miss Dayssi" (faithfully updated by her mom, Deb) at http://dayssi.blogspot.com. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a quote from Deb.  "What right do I have, I reasoned, to refuse to do something that scares me, when I ask my 2 1/2 year old every week to come with me to the hospital and cooperate while strangers (now mostly friends) poke and prod her, give her poisons, make her wear masks and breathe sleepy air, and draw blood from her chest while she is watching?"  I think she means I need to "Get in the water!," even if there is a seal, climb Tunitas Creek, even if it is the third major climb of the day, do a triple brick, even when a single brick sounds scary enough, and be an Ironman again, even if I never thought I could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great news is that three years later Dayssi is in remission and off chemotherapy.  She had her last chemo treatment July 19, 2008.  This was the first time since she was 2 years old that she went off chemo.  Her checkups have been so great that they will no longer be doing routine lumbar punctures, and will reserve those for if there are signs that something is going wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayssi is in Kindergarten now.  She also loves playing soccer and doing Hap Ki Do.  She just earned an orange belt this February.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237461618855319015-7825903588978140749?l=xinarocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xinarocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7825903588978140749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237461618855319015&amp;postID=7825903588978140749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237461618855319015/posts/default/7825903588978140749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237461618855319015/posts/default/7825903588978140749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xinarocks.blogspot.com/2009/05/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17776202081665547767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LflKSfquWKY/SgUlKx0Iy4I/AAAAAAAACV8/HY8aLjadFOc/s72-c/dayssi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237461618855319015.post-6700941634165159248</id><published>2009-03-06T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:13:49.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it summer yet?</title><content type='html'>If you have not noticed it has been raining.  A lot.  Last Sunday the schedule said "Open Water Swim &amp;amp; 10 Mile Run."  Remembering that I had experienced "some level of discomfort" during my last open water swim I thought I would be sneaky and "support" a few of my favorite people, who were running the Napa marathon last Sunday, and if that prevented my from attending the open water swim, I would just have to deal with it.  However, I did not anticipate that supporting my friends in Napa would really be like combining an open water swim and a run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am sure I could fill an entire post with recent bad weather workout experiences, but the flip side of that is how much I am looking forward to good weather.  So here is why I AM SOOOOO LOOKING FORWARD TO SUMMER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great weather=Great workouts.  There is nothing like a beautiful day to make you want to go out and experience it.  Swimming, biking and running are all awesome in nice weather.  Puddles and mud will be a thing of the past, and blue skies and sunshine will prevail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of fun.  (Or less loads of fun.)  No layering means less clothes to wash.  I can wear whatever I want, and still be warm enough.  I might even take matching into consideration, a la Christina Klayko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going long and staying strong.  Sure it feels like I am working out for a long time now, but in the summer I will look back on these days and think that was nothing.  Although I may fondly remember eating a post workout lunch, instead of goo for lunch and a post workout dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p=mv, so Lower mass= higher velocity.  The physics equation of my life is p=mv (momentum= mass*velocity).  Due to the laws of conservation of momentum, the only way to really go faster is to weigh less.  A huge benefit of long workouts is weighing less, and a huge benefit of weighing less is looking hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let there be light!!!  When I get off work it will still be light enough for a workout.  As much as I love spending my evenings watching "Biggest Loser" while on my bike trainer, I would much prefer spending my evenings actually riding my bike, or swimming or running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location! Location! Location!  Once May comes around the pool at my apartment will once again be heated.  This makes my swimming commute about 10 seconds, and most of that is spent waiting for the elevator.  I live about a block from the Steven's Creek Trail, and a few minutes from Foothill Expressway, which connects to endless biking options.  Don't worry I will continue to drive Velvet around just for pure enjoyment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And a time for every purpose, under heaven."  I plan to work part time in the summer, and I anticipate that freeing up loads of time for everything else in my life.  I have been a little overextended lately, but in just a few short months I will attempt to just be extended (for a 3 month stint.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.7is7.com/otto/countdown.html?year=2009&amp;amp;month=6&amp;amp;date=10&amp;amp;hrs=17&amp;amp;ts=12&amp;amp;min=0&amp;amp;sec=0&amp;amp;tz=-420&amp;amp;lang=en&amp;amp;show=d&amp;amp;mode=t&amp;amp;cdir=down&amp;amp;bgcolor=%23CCFFFF&amp;amp;fgcolor=%23000000&amp;amp;title=Countdown%20To%20Summer" width="250" height="365" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="overflow:hidden;width:15.6em;height:22.8em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.7is7.com/otto/countdown.html?year=2009&amp;amp;month=6&amp;amp;date=10&amp;amp;hrs=17&amp;amp;ts=12&amp;amp;min=0&amp;amp;sec=0&amp;amp;tz=-420&amp;amp;lang=en&amp;amp;show=d&amp;amp;mode=t&amp;amp;cdir=down&amp;amp;bgcolor=%23CCFFFF&amp;amp;fgcolor=%23000000&amp;amp;title=Countdown%20To%20Summer"&gt;Countdown To Summer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina "I think I have Seasonal Affective Disorder- SAD :(" Davis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237461618855319015-6700941634165159248?l=xinarocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xinarocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6700941634165159248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237461618855319015&amp;postID=6700941634165159248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237461618855319015/posts/default/6700941634165159248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237461618855319015/posts/default/6700941634165159248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xinarocks.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-summer-yet.html' title='Is it summer yet?'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17776202081665547767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237461618855319015.post-3238087282508238788</id><published>2008-12-09T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:07:45.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter with the Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;by Christina Davis&lt;br /&gt;to the tune of "Winter Wonderland"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cow bells ring, are you listening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Full of sweat, we are glistening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;A beautiful sight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;A "rest day" tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Working out in winter with the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Gone away is the sunshine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Here to stay is our fun time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;And in fog and rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;We loudly complain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Working out in winter with the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;In the meadow we will work on fitness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;And pretend that we can't hear Coach Dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;He'll say: How 'bout burpees?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;we'll say: No man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;But he will do them too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;cause he's the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Later on, we'll be tired,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;But we'll feel so inspired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;We'll face unafraid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;the workouts they made,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Working out in winter with the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Cow bells ring, are you listening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Full of sweat, we are glistening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;A beautiful sight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;A "rest day" tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Working out in winter with the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Gone away is our free time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;They say, "Base is a key time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;And we get so strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;as we go along,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Working out in winter with the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;In Sports Basement we will buy some new toys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;and we'll see that they will make us fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;We'll have lots of fun with all our new toys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;But sometimes even pros will still get passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we know, that it's tough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;though our bodies are buff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;We'll swim bike and run, and then have some fun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Working out in winter with the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Working out in winter with the team,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:13;" &gt;Working out in winter with the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237461618855319015-3238087282508238788?l=xinarocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xinarocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3238087282508238788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237461618855319015&amp;postID=3238087282508238788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237461618855319015/posts/default/3238087282508238788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237461618855319015/posts/default/3238087282508238788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xinarocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-with-team.html' title='Winter with the Team'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17776202081665547767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237461618855319015.post-4792635564807646528</id><published>2008-11-20T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:41:22.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The whole story of how I became an Ironman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LflKSfquWKY/SSZd9iBQxmI/AAAAAAAACQ8/IsEGRtUOkCQ/s1600-h/P1010277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LflKSfquWKY/SSZd9iBQxmI/AAAAAAAACQ8/IsEGRtUOkCQ/s320/P1010277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271003725569246818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Race Report&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vineman August 2, 2008&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.athleteslounge.com/results/event/2401/resatsplit.php?subid=3203&amp;amp;split=swim&amp;amp;p=&amp;amp;bib=349&amp;amp;ag=&amp;amp;oa=M"&gt;Swim&lt;/a&gt; 01:16:35.9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.athleteslounge.com/results/event/2401/resatsplit.php?subid=3203&amp;amp;split=t1&amp;amp;p=&amp;amp;bib=349&amp;amp;ag=&amp;amp;oa=M"&gt;T1&lt;/a&gt; 00:08:59.9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.athleteslounge.com/results/event/2401/resatsplit.php?subid=3203&amp;amp;split=bike&amp;amp;p=&amp;amp;bib=349&amp;amp;ag=&amp;amp;oa=M"&gt;Bike&lt;/a&gt; 07:16:39.8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.athleteslounge.com/results/event/2401/resatsplit.php?subid=3203&amp;amp;split=t2&amp;amp;p=&amp;amp;bib=349&amp;amp;ag=&amp;amp;oa=M"&gt;T2&lt;/a&gt; 00:09:33.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.athleteslounge.com/results/event/2401/resatsplit.php?subid=3203&amp;amp;split=run&amp;amp;p=&amp;amp;bib=349&amp;amp;ag=&amp;amp;oa=M"&gt;Run&lt;/a&gt; 06:33:21.9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finish 15:25:10.8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2.4 Mile Swim, 112 Mile Bike, 26.2 Mile Run&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1027" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;margin-left:0;margin-top:243.1pt;width:279pt;" wrapcoords="-47 0 -47 21537 21600 21537 21600 0 -47 0"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/CHRIST~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image003.jpg" title="P1010239"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="tight"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Before I can explain to you what happened during the race, I have to help you understand my “fans.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A few days before the race I had some nightmares.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is not unusual, but the content of my dreams was slightly strange.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In one of them I was getting ready to start the race.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I made my was down to the starting line people were wanting to give me a hug and tell me “Good Luck.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I hugged each person another came up to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was great for a minute, until I realized everyone else was getting in the water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tried to explain to them that I had to get in or I would miss the race, but they seemed to not understand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They said it was OK that they would love me no matter what happened, and continued to hug me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No one seemed to be aware of my distress.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The other athletes all swam off without me, on their way to becoming Ironmen while I stood on the shore, showered in love and support.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I woke up in a panic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was glad to realize it was only a dream.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The night before the race, my nightmare came true.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OK that might be an exaggeration, but my “fans” made it clear they would be nothing short of overwhelming.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I settled in for a nice dinner with my parents, Katie, my grandma and Bene and Jim at the hotel restaurant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jenn joined us and immediately became a member of our family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone was really excited.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My Grandma showed us her gr&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LflKSfquWKY/SSZeWv74n-I/AAAAAAAACRE/XEikugEjCLo/s1600-h/P1010239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LflKSfquWKY/SSZeWv74n-I/AAAAAAAACRE/XEikugEjCLo/s400/P1010239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271004158801518562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;een shirt, and explained she would wear purple the next day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She also showed us her purple and green mardigras beads.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My mom kept hopping up and running over to other tables asking everyone their race number, so she could better keep track of them during the race.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My mom’s phone kept ringing during the entire meal, and each time another person would join our group.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Suzy, Megan and Nick soon joined us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Suzy cried at meeting Jenn again, because she was already an Ironman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They told us about how they had bought a die-cut machine to make the most perfect posters the race had ever seen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then Becky, Don and Maryanne arrived.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They came with t-shirts and sweatshirts for everyone in the cheering section.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jim asked why he would need a t-shirt and a sweatshirt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My mom looked at him and said, “Sometimes you are hot, and sometimes you are cold.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Becky also informed us how they had amps and a boom box, and would be playing music wherever they were cheering.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They asked us questions, and told us about how excited they were.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone gave their predictions for who would finish first, but everyone hoped we would finish together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bene and I had agreed that if we were together at any time on the third loop of the run we would stay together from that point on until the finish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am a faster swimmer than she is, and we usually bike about the same, although her snazzy new bike makes me nervous, but she can run much faster than I can.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ideally, I would get enough ahead on the swim that I could hold her off until the third loop of the run, and then when she caught me we could finish together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wanted us to finish together more than anything, but I wasn’t so sure this could happen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the most I would be ten minutes ahead of her on the swim, and that is not much at all on the run.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Still everyone had faith in us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could see in that moment they believed we were the two greatest people ever, and it was simply impossible that one of us could be greater then the other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were lots of hugs, and funny stories, and everyone was preparing to be to be the best cheerers they could be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each hug, smile and story was great, but all together it was a little overwhelming, and I began to wonder if I was going to be able to get to the starting line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just in time dinner was over, and we had to rush off to the coaches relaxation session.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bene and I looked at each other and said, “Our family is out of control.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jenn smiled and said, “Yeah, but that’s why we love them.”  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1029" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;margin-left:3in;margin-top:39.6pt;width:198.25pt;" wrapcoords="-82 0 -82 21477 21600 21477 21600 0 -82 0"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/CHRIST~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image005.jpg" title="IMG_3056"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="tight"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LflKSfquWKY/SSZgzCahCNI/AAAAAAAACRk/iGhMvzG84gM/s1600-h/IMG_3056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LflKSfquWKY/SSZgzCahCNI/AAAAAAAACRk/iGhMvzG84gM/s320/IMG_3056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271006843821426898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was pretty nervous as we headed down to the swim start.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once we got there I was slightly calmed by all the familiar faces wearing volunteer shirts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People from our team had volunteered to be there in the first transition area.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They directed us to the proper places to rack our bikes, made sure we had everything we needed and carefully wrote our numbers on our bodies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My stuff was really organized as I had checked it over and over, so it didn’t take long to lay it all out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had decided not to wear, or even bring my wetsuit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I looked around it seemed that not that many people were swimming “naked.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This made me worry that maybe I was making the wrong decision, that the additional buoyancy might be worth the discomfort and restricted movement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These worries were of course pointless, because my wetsuit was safely in my hotel room, and would remain there no matter how much I worried.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seemed we had all the time in the world, and then it seemed the race was starting so quickly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As we entered the water the temperature was perfect.  Cool, but not cold at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also saw that Sherri was not wearing a wetsuit either.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally I was comfortable with my decision.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got close to Bene and Jenn.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We waved to our family and shouted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone was &lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1028" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;margin-left:0;" wrapcoords="-82 0 -82 21477 21600 21477 21600 0 -82 0"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/CHRIST~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image007.jpg" title="IMG_3066"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="tight"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;floating there so calmly, and&lt;br /&gt;I was treading water like mad.  I knew I did not have to work that hard to stay afloat, but my nerves kept me moving.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tried to slow down, no sense in wasting energy now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I heard someone say we need a “Go Team!” before the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LflKSfquWKY/SSZe_Hg9ddI/AAAAAAAACRU/MovzS9HSFwo/s1600-h/IMG_3066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LflKSfquWKY/SSZe_Hg9ddI/AAAAAAAACRU/MovzS9HSFwo/s320/IMG_3066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271004852325807570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; race starts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Someone counted from three, and we shouted “Go Team!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were ready.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then everyone counted down and we were swimming.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At first I found it hard to get my own water, it was pretty crowded.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But soon I was able to get some space and swim like I know how.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The water was perfect.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not gross at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not cold.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No current that I could notice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told myself to stroke perfectly, and enjoy it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was the easy part of the race for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seemed to take forever to get to the turn around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought “Wow, that was only a quarter of the way.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had heard a lot about the turn around, how it is so shallow you have to stand, but I was pleasantly surprised I could swim the whole way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My feet could easily touch the bottom, but if I stayed in the center the ground was not in the way of my stroke.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I finished up the second lap I spied my dad holding a bright green sign that said “Go Team!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was so bright I could see it each time I sighted coming up on the next turn around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I was nearly there I stopped and gave a shout and a wave to the family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They shouted back and I swam on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This time it took no time at all to get to the turn around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Several races were going on in the water this morning, this meant faster swimmers who had started after me were constantly passing me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each time I tried to slip in behind them and draft off them for a minute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Good thing I had all that practice drafting off Andrew.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I was coming back on the last leg I heard someone shouting my name.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I looked up and there was Jeremiah, swimming along beside me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did a bit of breaststroke and we chatted a minute, and then I swam on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I soon reached the swim finish and climbed out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My dad told me I had finished the swim in 1:16.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was faster than I had hoped, especially considering I chose not to wear my wetsuit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I high-fived everyone on the way up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The volunteers from my team had moved on to wetsuit stripping.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t have a wetsuit so I smiled at all their cheers and ran over to my bike and began changing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I saw Sherri leaving right as I was coming in and was so excited to see she had had a great swim time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got changed into my bike clothes, and had a little snack.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before I even finished I saw Bene coming out of the water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was super psyched she had an awesome swim, but then I realized the swim is the only place I have an advantage over her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wanted us to finish together, and with her swimming so well I knew she would pass by me while I was still on the bike.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told her I would see her on the bike course, and then I was ready to go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wrapped my things up and handed them off to one of my “fans.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I ran over and hopped on my bike.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had been warned to have out bikes in the proper gear, so I easily climbed on a started off up the hill.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw more of my family, and a few members of the tri team.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They all shouted and screamed as I rode up the hill.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tried to remember not to waster energy cheering back, and gave everyone a nice calm thumbs up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got to the top of the short hill saw more team volunteers directing me to turn the corner and was on my way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Right as I began on the bike course I saw Danielle and Shen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I immediately forgot not to cheer back and gave them a nice loud shout.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The bike felt great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was moving pretty quickly, but I kept trying to remind myself an Ironman is about pacing, not going fast, but I kept feeling so good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Early on I ran into BoJ.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He looked at me and said, “You are smokin’!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tried to tell myself he is right, slow down, but I kept going.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In Geyserville there was a short out and back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There I saw Christy, not too far behind me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought of what an amazing cyclist she is, and thought it would be great to get to see her again soon, when she passed me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not long after that I caught up to Sherri.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We chatted a little.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I loved the rolling hills on Highway 128.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are really my specialty on the bike.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1030" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;margin-left:0;" wrapcoords="-77 0 -77 21549 21600 21549 21600 0 -77 0"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/CHRIST~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image009.jpg" title="3223"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="tight"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I asked Sherri if she thought we were going too fast. She said we should &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LflKSfquWKY/SSZf9mCKwII/AAAAAAAACRc/8EkOPsWxhT4/s1600-h/3223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LflKSfquWKY/SSZf9mCKwII/AAAAAAAACRc/8EkOPsWxhT4/s320/3223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271005925670043778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just do what we had to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we got to Chalk Hill Sherri pulled ahead of me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then when we began to descend Christy pulled ahead of me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We chatted for a minute, and then she was gone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were close to finishing the first loop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I began to feel a little tired, but I knew my “fans” were just ahead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I turned onto Shiloh I could see all of their purple shirts like a beacon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I said, “That’s my family,” and waved.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I got closer I slowed down and high-fived people as I passed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I biked on with a huge smile on my face I heard another biker say, “You have great fans!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was so pumped I quickly caught up to Christy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She commented on my “fans” and I told her it was really hard for me not to go too fast when I knew they were out there being so awesome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I reached the next water stop, approximately the half way point on the bike.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately they had run out of water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had of course just tossed my bottle before realizing what was going on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were filling bottles up from the pool, which wasn’t strikingly clean, but it was wet and cold.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I waited for a guy to finish with a bottle, and then filled the bottle, which he had just had in his mouth, with water from the pool, and drank it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is amazing how delicious this seemed at the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We soon reached “Special Needs.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sherri was there when I arrived and Christy came soon after.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got a quick snack and some more chamois butter, and I was off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sherri soon came up behind me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We talked a bit more as we began our second loop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We thought Christy had taken off ahead, but she soon came up behind us and we found out she had been hiding in the port-o-potty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The three of us biked on near each other through the second loop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again when we came to the hill Sherri passed me on the uphill, and Christy on the downhill.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I only had a little ways to go and I would finish the bike.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I looked down at my watch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh no!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had finished the bike course in 7:16.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was way faster than I had anticipated or even hoped.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well at this point what was done was done, but I might be sorry on the run.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We headed in, again passing my “fans.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A lot of people had spread out, getting spots near transition, and early out on the run course.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seemed like they were everywhere.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had seen Becky on the street when I was on my bike, and then she was there when I came into transition too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked her how she had gotten there, and she said, “I ran,” that made me laugh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I began changing my clothes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Coach Dan came over and began helping me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He sprayed sunscreen on me, put my hat on, fastened my Garmin to my wrist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before I knew it my rest was over and I was out on the run course again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was so excited I felt great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I ran past a few of the other coaches and team members, and then some of my “fans.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;margin-left:279pt;margin-top:192.6pt;width:141.9pt;" wrapcoords="-114 0 -114 21514 21600 21514 21600 0 -114 0"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/CHRIST~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image011.wmz" title=""&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="tight"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;o:oleobject type="Embed" progid="Word.Picture.8" shapeid="_x0000_s1026" drawaspect="Content" objectid="_1288727338"&gt; &lt;/o:OLEObject&gt; &lt;![endif]&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;About 10 minutes into the run I realized I might not be feeling so great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each time I took a step my stomach was bouncing around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I decided to lengthen my walk interval, and see if that helped.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Walking was definitely better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My stomach did not feel great, but it was not a crisis.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tried to walk as fast as I could.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew I had about 7 hours to complete the marathon within the time limit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was fine to walk all I needed but no dilly dallying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw Andrew and he gave me a hug.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said he couldn’t stop, but was way glad to see me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I noticed I had goosebumps all over my arms, and was feeling a little cold.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since it was really warm out I knew this was a sign of dehydration.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tried to increase my water and enduralyte (salt) intake, without doing anything that was going to hurt the tummy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Everything is a careful balance.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Until this point I really didn’t notice how hot it was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean I knew I felt hot, but I was doing an Ironman, I wasn’t expecting to feel comfortable all day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At this point though I realized it was an incredibly hot day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I looked around and barely anyone was running.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone was feeling the heat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Later I was told it was around 95 degrees.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No wonder I was feeling thirsty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Christy caught up to me at some point on the run.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was nice to be with someone I knew.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We talked a bit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told her that I was going to&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LflKSfquWKY/SSZhdTFshzI/AAAAAAAACRs/CGMNhP8p0g4/s1600-h/P1010248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LflKSfquWKY/SSZhdTFshzI/AAAAAAAACRs/CGMNhP8p0g4/s320/P1010248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271007569852008242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; be an Ironman, and then I burst into tears.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was the point I really knew it was true.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was going to finish this race.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Christy laughed at me and told me she was so happy to have seen me cry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We laughed a bit and told each other entertaining stories and reminded each other to keep up the walking pace.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I neared the end of the first lap I saw Jeremiah.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He told me my girlfriends were waiting up ahead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was wondering whom I could expect to see next.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I neared the last water stop, people began asking Christy and I if one of us were Christina.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I said, “Yes,” and they kept saying, “People are waiting for you just ahead.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then we saw them, jumping and screaming and holding signs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were Danielle and Shen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I talked with them for a minute and kept moving.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We passed my family soon after.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone had moved over to the run course.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I high-fived everyone and gave them some big smiles.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then we passed some of the coaches, and a lot of people out there supporting the team.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And the first lap was over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The run was 1/3 of the way done.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1031" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;margin-left:0;margin-top:313.8pt;width:178.5pt;" wrapcoords="-78 0 -78 21549 21600 21549 21600 0 -78 0"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/CHRIST~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image013.jpg" title="8213"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="tight"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LflKSfquWKY/SSZhy0qEGgI/AAAAAAAACR0/mvZr0imEgxU/s1600-h/8213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LflKSfquWKY/SSZhy0qEGgI/AAAAAAAACR0/mvZr0imEgxU/s320/8213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271007939640171010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we began the second lap Katie and Dan ran over and asked how we were doing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told Katie I had a list of complaints, but that I was going to finish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She laughed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the way out Mike walked with us a bit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Christy confessed to him that I wasn’t eating anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mike suggested I eat pretzels at the aid stations, and stay away from anything sweet, but get some food in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, Mike reports that I then looked at him like I wanted him to shut up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wasn’t thinking that at all (I am pretty sure), but I wasn’t feeling so great, so I didn’t give him my normal 1000 megawatt smile, or even the tongue out to the side, so he may have been confused that my general lack of happiness was directed at him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told him that I would be able to run again, but just not yet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He told us we were about to “Get cheered big time,” and turned back to wait for others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was right.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We then passed my family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were screaming jumping and waving signs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We high-fived them and kept moving forward.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Around the corner we saw Becky and Amy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They told us they had watched a lot of people get penalties for being paced, so they weren’t going to run with us, but they did jump around a lot which was entertaining.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we approached the corner I heard someone announce, “Christina is coming!” and I could hear Danielle and Shen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was so excited to see them I forgot to get the pretzels, which I had really intended to try.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Soon after Christy said she was ready to try running.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I said I was OK with that, and we began to run.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It felt OK and I was glad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After about 2 minutes my watch beeped to indicate a rest interval.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was getting kind of tired, so I told her to go on, and I was going to try to listen to my watch from here on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I began to walk, and then got a little wave of light headedness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hmmmm, maybe it was a good idea to eat something &lt;u&gt;before&lt;/u&gt; running.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I continued walking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt like there was some danger of my positive bubble breaking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I kept telling myself I could not let it break, but I think it might have had a small leak and some negative thoughts were coming in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My walking pace slowed down a bit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bene passed me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew we wouldn’t finish together, but I knew we would both finish, so I tried not to be disappointed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remembered to get pretzels at the next aid stations, and they went down pretty well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At each aid station I got a few more, and felt a little better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I kept waiting to see Bene coming towards me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She should be coming soon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had passed me so long ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I finally saw her as I neared the turn around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was not very far ahead of me, so she must not be moving much faster than I was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I reached the turn around I saw Hank, an honoree for another team.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He asked me if he would see me again, and I said “Of course.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am going to finish this race,” and I turned around and began to run.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did my best to follow what my watch said to do, running for four minutes, then walking for one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A few times I saved my walk intervals, because I didn’t want to waste them on the downhill, and added in a little extra walking where I need it on the uphills.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The air was cool, I was able to take in lots of pretzels at each stop, and the blisters that were plaguing my feet from so much walking felt loads better when I ran.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I began passing people who had passed me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was the sort of run I had planned for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought maybe I could catch Bene and then we could be together on the third lap and we could finish together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew if I could catch her I could keep up with her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I passed Danielle and Shen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Danielle shouted here she is, and then about a million people started screaming “Christina!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told them I was so glad it had cooled down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Danielle explained she had made a sign that said “So hot right now!” but had hidden it because she didn’t think anyone wanted to be reminded how hot they were.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ha ha ha!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Around the corner I spied Brian and Cilla.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to ask.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just needed to know if it was possible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I asked them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“How far ahead of me is Bene?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Brian said, “Not far at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is the next flames jersey ahead of you, I think you will see her when you turn the corner.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My watch beeped for a rest interval, and I kept running.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tuned the corner and I could see flames just ahead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I heard my family cheer for Bene, and then I saw them turn and cheer for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They told me Bene was right in front of me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I said, “I know, and I am going to catch her on the third loop!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The screams that came in response were deafening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My watch beeped again to rest, and I kept running.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw Christy running towards me, and I stopped briefly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told her that I was so glad we were both slow enough to be completing our run in cooler weather.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She laughed and agreed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I turned the corner I saw some more friends from the team cheering us on, but I could really only focus on one thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was getting closer to the flames jersey ahead of me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My watched beeped again, but there was no way I was stopping.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I heard the announcer call Bene’s name as she completed her second loop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could see her getting her bracelet, and then he called my name.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw her turn to look for me when she heard my name, and I sprinted right over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We hugged and screamed and at that moment we knew we were going to finish together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1032" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;margin-left:261pt;margin-top:34.8pt;width:170.6pt;" wrapcoords="-95 0 -95 21458 21600 21458 21600 0 -95 0"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/CHRIST~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image015.jpg" title="IMG_3304"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="tight"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I told her I was ready for a walk interval.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By that time I had skipped three in a row.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said we could do whatever I wanted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We walked a bit, and saw some people from our team.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We told them that we were going to finish together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We saw our family, and they were ecstatic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They always&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LflKSfquWKY/SSZiJfDvgBI/AAAAAAAACR8/t0Te2N5h-W0/s1600-h/IMG_3304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LflKSfquWKY/SSZiJfDvgBI/AAAAAAAACR8/t0Te2N5h-W0/s200/IMG_3304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271008328979283986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; had known we were going to finish together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each time we saw a person we knew or had met we told them about how we were going to finish together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We walked most of the uphills, and jogged on the downhills.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At this point nothing really mattered.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got out to the turn around and both gave Hank a hug.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We told him that we were going to finish together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We turned around and suddenly realized it was pitch black.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It had been getting darker all along, but now it was dark dark dark.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was no denying it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was hard to see our feet, and the ground was bumpy with potholes and cracks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bene said she was worried about the danger of stepping in a hole and getting hurt in this dark.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told her I would carry her across the finish line if that happened, but I agreed we should walk, because I didn’t think I could carry her 4 miles.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We began walking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My blisters hurt so badly, all I wanted to do was run, but I couldn’t see my feet at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought of my headlamp waiting for me in transition.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The headlamp I should have grabbed at the start of the third loop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The headlamp I had completely forgotten about in my excitement of catching Bene.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We bunched up with other people on the course, everyone trying not to trip.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tried to keep walking quickly, but my blisters hurt so badly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were carefully watching the mileage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We knew we had less than a 5k to go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How could it be taking so long?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;5ks are quick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I pressed the light on my Garmin so I could check the mileage again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now 2.5 miles left to go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Really!?!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All that walking, and hurting, and time passing, and we had only gone half a mile.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each time there was a car or a house or a person providing any light we ran.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At last we came up on the last aid station.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The asked what we needed, and I was honest with them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I have a finish line photo coming up, and I need to look good.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They helped me to wash all the salt off my face, and advised me to get rid of my glow necklace.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They helped me adjust my clothes, and race number so I looked great, and then we ran off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now there were streetlights and we could see.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we ran I reminded myself I needed to get rid of my fuel belt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From here on in, it was all about looking good for the picture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tossed my fuel belt on the ground at Trista’s feet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People around me laughed as I explained I wasn’t accepting outside assistance, I had just dropped my fuel belt, and if Trista happened to be nice enough to pick it up then that would be great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw Dan and gave him a sloppy hug.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We &lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1033" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;margin-left:198pt;" wrapcoords="-69 0 -69 21554 21600 21554 21600 0 -69 0"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/CHRIST~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image017.jpg" title="8753"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="tight"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;did a little walking as we got close to the corner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We wanted to be running when we crossed the finish line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We saw Danielle and Shen and I told them they were in the wrong place, they needed to get to the finish line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Danielle sweetly&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LflKSfquWKY/SSZicdWtpPI/AAAAAAAACSE/goLukjzKnv0/s1600-h/8753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LflKSfquWKY/SSZicdWtpPI/AAAAAAAACSE/goLukjzKnv0/s400/8753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271008654939497714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; explained they could run a lot faster than us right now, and would be at the finish line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They ran ahead and we saw others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got close to the finish line and the sides were lined with people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We ran over and began high-fiving everyone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People we so excited for us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then we grabbed hands threw them up over our heads, smiled and crossed the finish line.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finishing was pretty overwhelming.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Andrew was waiting right there for me with a hug and some chocolate milk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to hug everyone, and people were crying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was crying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were lots of pictures taken, and lots of hugs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Part of me just didn’t know what to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was no longer training for an Ironman; I was an Ironman!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am an Ironman!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thank you so much to everyone for all of your support.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The encouraging words during training and as I was preparing for the race were invaluable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Special thanks to everyone who was there for me during the race.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know it was a really long day, quite hot, and not easy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was great to know that you were all there because you support and care about me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I heard about my fans from my teammates, as well as many other random people on the course.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I heard whispers about you through the halls of the hotel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everywhere I went I heard she is the one they were all cheering for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I definitely had the most obnoxious fans at the entire triathlon, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You made yourselves visible, and lent your support to every athlete out there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have heard from so many people how your cheering helped them to smile and enjoy their experience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also think your posters contained more words than this race report, and that is no small feat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks to everyone who called, e-mailed, sent text messages, and wrote on my Facebook wall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was great to know so many people were thinking about me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks to everyone who donated money to LLS in support of me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You made this about something more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks to you this was one step (or many steps over 140.6 miles) toward curing cancer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks to all of our honorees.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Your lives inspire me to do great things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just like Ironmen you come in many shapes and sizes, and just like Ironmen you probably didn’t anticipate this would be a part of your life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am thankful that I was able to choose this path, and hope that the path I am taking can help improve the path of you and others in the future.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks to my wonderful team.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was an honor to be out there with many of you on the course.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Your friendship and presence got me through many training days and without a doubt across the finish line on Saturday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks to those Ironteamers who were not racing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Your help and special attention as race volunteers really helped to smooth the nerves and get me in the water in the morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You guys also had a long not so easy day, full of volunteering and workouts, but you were still there and smiling at the finish line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It made me wish I could be there for all of your races.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks to the coaches of our team.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks to you we were well prepared for the race, physically, and mentally.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were ready when things went right, but also when they went wrong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Over the course of the last year you have led us through accomplishments we never knew were possible, and believed in us before we even believed in ourselves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Your leadership extends beyond helping us to be better athletes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You help us to be incredible friends, and work together to achieve something more than any of us could on our own.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now the race is over, but I am still a little overwhelmed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was without a doubt the most intense thing I have ever done in my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The race was a symbol of all that has happened in the last year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I put training above so many other things in my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I spent so much time with people I barely knew, who are now some of my closest friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most weekends I achieved things I thought were impossible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the last 10 months I have looked forward to Mondays (our rest days) with an enthusiasm I never thought I would feel for the end of a weekend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I triumphed over sickness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I achieved new levels of heath and fitness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wondered and worried if this day would ever come, and if when it did if I would be ready.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now it seems like it was all a given.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is now a reality, and all my doubts seem silly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wanted it and was willing to work hard for it, that was the real achievement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I now know if I want something, it is as good as done.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am capable of working, sacrificing, and even some suffering, but I am not capable of failing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am an Ironman!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1035" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;margin-left:9pt;margin-top:187.8pt;width:188.85pt;" wrapcoords="-86 0 -86 21486 21600 21486 21600 0 -86 0"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/CHRIST~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image019.jpg" title="DSCN1919"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="tight"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LflKSfquWKY/SSZi72-wWII/AAAAAAAACSM/pwFN-MoU5Yc/s1600-h/DSCN1919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LflKSfquWKY/SSZi72-wWII/AAAAAAAACSM/pwFN-MoU5Yc/s200/DSCN1919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271009194394278018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also I got a tattoo!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not really the tattoo sort of person, but I thought such an amazing race was an appropriate occasion for a tattoo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Later I came to realize that 140.6 miles is a long way, but my journey was much longer than that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I joined Team in Training a few years ago and running 2 miles was “my farthest run ever.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got up early on Saturdays and then on Sundays too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My journey included amazing teammates, coaches, family and friends, and special people who seemed to fit in all those categories.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Part of it was becoming incredibly close to a group of people who had been strangers not so long ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were so many days when I woke up in the morning and did something I had once thought was impossible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many of the trainings were the farthest I had ever swam or biked or ran.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Crossing the finish line was a part of my journey, and deciding to cross the starting line was too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each donation made to LLS was a part of my journey.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every time someone said they were proud of me or amazed by what I was doing they became a part of my journey.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some people even called me inspiring and signed up for 5ks or biked to work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I learned a lot about myself, and my body, and I learned I was stronger than I thought.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I made a choice to do something, and then I got it done.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought about all this and decided I wanted it to be a part of me forever, and what better way to symbolize that than to permanently tattoo it on my body?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A few days after the race Andrew and I got Ironman tattoos.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I made him go first, and then hold my hand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It wasn’t nearly so bad as I had feared.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got it on my right ankle so if I am passing you, you can glance down and see it just above my hottie sock!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Probably even crazier than the tattoo I signed up to do it again!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On August 30, 2009 I will be completing Ironman Canada.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have a new website &lt;a href="http://pages.teamintraining.org/sj/ironca09/xinarocks"&gt;http://pages.teamintraining.org/sj/ironca09/xinarocks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;which will chronicle my journey from here to the next finish line.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237461618855319015-4792635564807646528?l=xinarocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xinarocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4792635564807646528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237461618855319015&amp;postID=4792635564807646528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237461618855319015/posts/default/4792635564807646528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237461618855319015/posts/default/4792635564807646528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xinarocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/whole-story-of-how-i-became-ironman.html' title='The whole story of how I became an Ironman!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17776202081665547767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LflKSfquWKY/SSZd9iBQxmI/AAAAAAAACQ8/IsEGRtUOkCQ/s72-c/P1010277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
