tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186464212011-04-21T15:09:20.004-07:00<b>**Tri Den</b> - (n.) -1. the lair of a wild, usually crazed triathlete.;<br><br> 2.A secret center of activity for those adled with addiction to the dirty underside of the Triathlon world;<br><br> 3. A place the masses avoid for fear of ear aches, grease marks and blood blisters.<br><br> <a href="http://erica-tri.blogspot.com/2006/04/101-things-ive-learned-training-for.html">101 I've Learned Training for a Triathlon</a>Fizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05338584757449186603noreply@blogger.comBlogger1211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18646421.post-1152716236972299952006-07-12T07:51:00.000-07:002006-07-12T07:57:17.006-07:00

Good grief, I feel like an Ironman. Any time I pack two workouts in to one day I suddenly feel special. Like I deserve to label myself as "in training." Even if my workouts aren't terribly awe-inspiring. I'm headed off in a bit to LA Tri Club's non-work hour ocean swim, then to a job interview (blah blah kind of job that I'm not interested in, but hey, there's a new house in the works so

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I write not, because I suffer much.30 minute runs. They destroy me. And Inge gave me "the look" the other day when I mentioned my running distances."You should be up to 8 miles," she told me. I did one of those sitcom audible gulps, half laughing like sure, no problem while internally saying oooh shit.Thus I realize I'm waaay far behind on my half-Ironman training. I'm giving myself 10 days

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Whew. That was a long nap. It's all this training. Makes a girl tired. I've entered the new season with some terrible new eating habits, three solid pounds of fat to lose, a broken bike computer, noisy aerobars, a deflated run (run, whyfor has thoust left me?) and an adversion to this California heat. On a non-negative note, though not really of the positive breed, is it?, I'm focusing more

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As we wait for the social worker to make her appearance, I have a few seconds to write. In my role as captain, I now think I owe it to people who ask me questions as if I'm somehow knowledgable to be able to swim in an ocean. I mean, if I can't do a flip-turn in the pool, I can at least coach newbies on touching the ocean floor when they duck under (under! not through) a wave.I went out

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It's hard that your body doesn't just take all that training you've put in and store it permanently. No, the body is a fickle beast that thinks it needs time off. And it's lazy. How is it that I went from master machine of 6 days a week working out (with pretty decent mileage counts, I might add) to four or five days trying to catch up where I left off? Why? Why must I play catch up? If

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M training starts next weekend for the half-Ironman. Or next Wednesday, really, when we all get together at the pool.We? Whose the ubiquitous we? I'm back with Team in Training this season for Eastside tri, this time as a Team Captain. Should be fun. They've strategically placed me in role as Social Captain. Hmm, I wonder why?!But, to business. I had a massive migraine on Wednesday after a

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Are you there? Have I lost you all? I had my template down for a week and now I'm back.Hey, I'm hearing crickets....

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Originally uploaded by ericamolina. No. Nor is the guy behind him. I didn't race. I wussed out. Still sick and coughing like a an 80 year old coal miner who smokes 3 packs a day, I decided that the role of spectator is highly underrated and that I, personally, needed to cheer on my fellow LA Tri Clubbers and TNT peeps. They needed me. And I needed to celebrate Cinco de Mayo.

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Depending on you're particular outlook is how you'll view the venture of the many who are en route to Wildflower this weekend. Choices include:A - Embarking on a weekend of drunken revelry with other drunken revelry minded individualsB - Embarking on a weekend of serious sport with focused athletesC - Finding the place where A and B meet. Because I'm conquering the mysterious Bubonic Plague

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Originally uploaded by ericamolina. ...because if I don't post, i throw up a picture. Here's water. It's the ocean. It's what I swim in during competitions.Worthwhile to note: the water pictured does not accurately reflect the Pacific Ocean on the outskirts of Los Angeles. This water seems to be clear, clean and without visible contaminates..

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I got The Disease. A mysterious throat, chest, ear thing. It hit a week before a race, which has been disastrous timing in terms of waging pre-race psychological warfare. Instead of thinking and feeling like a triathlon terminating bad ass mamacita mo-fo, I've resorted to potentially not competing. "I hope you don't have the yellow fever," my niece Olivia told me on the phone. Then, as an

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When my blog starting commenting on my absense (see comments "Photo-opity") I knew my attempt to trick you with art didn't work. The idea was go to my Webpage, see pretty picture of cow in Hawaii, grow entranced, forget that I've neglected writing.Genuises of the Web, it did not work. You saw through me, so now I must post something gratuitous about my search for a wetsuit for next week's race

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Originally uploaded by ericamolina. Random selection from Kona pictures, in lieu of entry.

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Repetitive HistoryIf I'm repeating previous posts, bear with me, but I'm answering the above question for me as well as you. My fit with triathlon is somehow deeply rooted in undoing a piece of the past. It begins with never having worked out in life and taking the saying "eat, drink, be merry" to new heights while living in Chicago in the late 90s. So then we fast-forward to the time when

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Stick lovin' dog Originally uploaded by Dan Hontz. Best not to do sit-ups when you have this dog in your facing, licking you and jumping on your stomach.In case you meet her randomly at a dog park across town, that is. Or you're doing sit ups in my house. Which would be strange. So make this a "note to self" post.

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Tuesday nights, 40-50 serious mo fo's get out their bicicletas (translation: bike) and form a swarm around the Rose Bowl. This is one of life's most impressive things to watch. Grown men wearing tights and circling a sports stadium doesn't sound like it, but. It is. One of the greater wonders of the world.I was running when the locust of riders showed up. They swarm, swoosh by and kick dirt

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The Big Kahuna put a survey out a few days ago, polling triathletes on training and sex. The possible responses to the question "training has affected my sex life" were. 1) sex got better, 2) stayed the same, 3) too much training to think about sex or, my favorite snark-on-a-blog, 4) what sex life? I anonymously post my own results (not telling what those living in the tri den answer to such

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...I always thought I was going to wait until I was at least in my 40s to start such massive face lifting. At least it's just to my site. I'll get the eye lift and excess skin removed from my neck around the time I turn 50. By then the hope is that "the tri den" (like the new name?) has metamorphosized in to an Oprah type mega-business with the tri denstress as CEO, splitting time between my

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Shall we move on then?Here's the deal. I'm going to be changing this mug up in the next day or two. Or week. Depends on how much I procrastinate. But hopefully it's still vaguely interesting, and since I have - in my mind, at least - decided to train for a "long" distance course (that's half-Ironman, y'all) and will do so most likely as a mentor for Team in Training (me, mentor? hmm, I

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Initiation in to triathlons includes falling over while clipped in, breathing in chlorinated pool water via the nose, losing car keys on a run and water (or blood) filled foot blisters.In other words, ain't no such thing as gain without a lot of pain.2700 meters = 54 laps in a 50 meter pool.2700 meters = 108 laps in a 25 yard pool. 2700 meters = 19,573 laps in a kiddie inflated pool. However

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Branded with #172 Originally uploaded by Dan Hontz. I've posted my pre and post race pictures, if you want to take a look. _ Sunday April 2nd was race day. I did not sleep much the night before. Saturday was spent running around like a headless chicken in attempt to make all of the "required" team meetings, exercises, meals and then fixing the maimed and injured Cannondale R700, which

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End of the swim Originally uploaded by Dan Hontz. Time spent perfecting relaxation could’ve been spent writing to capture the essence of Lavaman. But you understand, yes? Blog or sit oceanside? Besides, copious time on the return flight is ideal to contemplate wisely about an Olympic distance triathlon.The build upHawaii was like high school. Walking down the Hilton hotel hallways, it

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Ah, the return to cold California after a near week basking in Hawaiian perfection.At 1:30 a.m. I write to tell you I will write tomorrow. In the meantime, you have to check out Dan's pictures. He got some amazing shots of the race.Aloha, Mahalo and goodnight.

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...cliche, but it had to be said. had my last practice at the pool tonight, am laundering my tri top and shorts as we speak/write and head out to LA international tomorrow a.m. for Kona, Hawaii...i've taken all your positive vibes, and those of my friends, and taken 'em to heart. phone calls came in, big hugs, nice comments, etc. so you should know i'm chill, calm and waiting for the moment when

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Things to Remember this week:Today I should not try to race the girl next to me on the treadmill again. It was dumb winning and feeling smug yesterday. Save energy instead. Make sure with the constant hydrating going on this week that there is a bathroom within the 1/2 mile radius for no more near accidents.No need to correct well wisher who say, "have a great marathon!"Do not repeat last

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I want you to close your eyes. Yes, while reading. You can squint through your right eye if you aren't quite Superman with your reading skills.Lie down somewhere comfortable. That backcloset where only the secretary and marketing people go (to do what, we still wonder) will work.Now relax every muscle in your body, one by one. Not too relaxed, releasing gas is not cool to those around you.Now

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*I stand corrected; after eavesdropping on a conversation at the pool today, the first wave of swimmers was the young men (I think 17 and under).--I forgot my camera yesterday when I watched a Sprint tri up in Oxnard, California with my 4 1/2 year old niece. I wish I had the camera, if only to take pictures of the swim. The swells were high and breaking almost as far back as the buoy (the swim

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What the hell is this mountain biking madness?My bike, R700? It was shipped off to Hawaii earlier this week to relax in the sun and humidity before I arrive. The bike on vacation doesn't mean I am. No, no, I have to go on as if no one wretched my bike away from me. I have to continue this never-ending path of working out. I didn't want to get on some stationary at the gym, the idea of

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Anxiously bidding on eBay. 7 minutes to go.Refresh.I'm still the current highest bidder.I realize it comes down to the final minute when the frenzy kicks in.I'm ready.Waiting.Refresh?Okay, refresh.Yeah, at 6m 5s, I'm still in the lead.This is worse than a race. Whose coming from behind that I can't see?When's this thing over?Nervously looking at browser refresh button to see if it's time to

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Behold, I've gotten off my lazy ass and included links today. If they're used, it's only because you're a tri-enthusiast.I got an email from my friend Patricia whose doing her first triathlon, Strawberry Fields in Oxnard this weekend. Everything she wrote mirrored my own feelings. I won't quote her, having not even received her permission to use her likeness en mi blog-o, but she mentioned

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When I go out, I have the tendency to run in to someone I know. Many times el husbando is nonplussed by this, given that we live in such a large metropolitan city. How this came to be for a borderline introvert, reluctant extrovert is beyond me. LA Convention Center was teeming with marathon and cycling enthusiasts yesterday, going to pick up their bibs and freebies for the LA Marathon. I was

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I've been terrible about posting recently.Forgive me.But, I am headed to bed and can't make up for that tonight. Again, ignore blogger.com time and listen to me. Trying to get in to bed before 9 to wake up at 4 am and ride the LA Marathon course.My riding partner, D, is excited about the race. This boy even got the poster, despite my insistence he wouldn't place it on any walls of his home (or

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Per the last post, how could I have forgotten Uma Thurman, Ethan Hawke and the kids at Hollywood farmer's market? And Halle Berry? Them was some good sightin's...* * *So I posted yesterday, but it was so boring even to me that I didn't think it warranted reading time on your behalf. Apparently some eyes are quicker than others in seeing that I took it down. The point was all about doubling

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Seeing a celebrity in LA is like seeing discarded socks roadside on your cycling route (wasn't that Fatty's contention?) It's the law of the land. We've dined across from Gwen Stefani, walked behind Nicholas Cage, rubbed elbows with Jason Stratham, waited with David Spade for a table, tried not to stare at Bai Ling in a bad wig, ignored Giovanni Ribisi make his rounds at a restaurant and

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Who said peer pressure works most efficiently on those under 18?In my rebel without a cause high school days (which lasted well in to the majority of my grown up days) I haven't often found myself pressured by groups in either a positive or negative fashion. I enjoy life out outside of the coloring lines of mainstream. Well color me influenced, it took 32 years but I find myself influenced in

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I dropped off the bike today for its final tune-up at iMartin's in West Hollywood. I have one more race to do next weekend (a 20 mile bike ride along the route of the LA Marathon), so I needed to get the R700 gussied up and ready for showin'. Then, off its shipped to Kona and I will be left momentarily bikeless.I'm pleased and amused that they know me at the bike shop. Pleased because they

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"Hey look, there's more developments in that case about the crashed Ferrari," I yelled out to Dan while he was getting ready for work. El husband, as I've taken to calling him recently, is a news junkie. I'm a pop culture junkie who appreciates a dash of real-world-events peppered in when I'm tired of looking at pictures of stars in bikinis. The Ferrari story is the perfect hybrid of local

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With no tales and nothing to write about, I take a stab at understanding the rift between me and calcium.Not the most riveting of topics, I agree. Doctor Rexall extraordinaire, man of many triathlons and he who oversees my health, told me to start taking calcium supplements the last time we visited. I immediately pulled out the CostCo bottle of the stuff shoved far back in a kitchen cabinet

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More pictures from today...Forget about all that non-competitive bullshit I've preached from the pulpit of the blog. Today we had to do a race distance brick and there was a "prize" for first man and first woman to come in. I got a late start (the bathroom, always the bathroom), but something other than moderation spoke when I kicked in to high gear and worked it to make sure I had a prize to

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A Race-Ready BodyLast week was a recovery week and I needed it.Physically I feel like I'm hitting a wall. I'm set in my distances, but there's a post-run lethargy and kinks to be worked out when I get off the bike that are new. Jason and I were talking about this at Saturday's brick. He is convinced that we're overtraining by one month's time and are ready for our event today. I tend to agree

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Nothing like a good ol' fashioned threat to quit writing to see whose reading your blog. I got a lot of offline comments that were fun to read! Dan insists that in some form I continue writing. "Just write about the 'Course to Seattle'," he said this morning, "and training for a half-Ironman there."Which brings us to today's post.My Subconscious on SpeedYou know those nagging thoughts

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I got tired of disciplining Lulu (we're on a mission to dissuade her from destroying any more furniture), so I have her leashed up and sitting at my side right now. Lulu's a tough one. She lives life in this house like she's s a rock star, on tour, trashing a hotel room. When I act the part of hotel management, she's all adorable puppy eyes. Me a hellion? ----As I was in that old

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I'm five weeks away from race day (or, 35 days and three semi-heart attacks caused by pre-jitters away)I have $30 left to raise. the flip of that statement is that I've raised $5,370!Need to confirm the hotel in Hawaii.Thank you again to those who donated to LLS - I'm grateful and deeply moved by the sheer volume of support I've received. I have two anonymous donors who I feel remiss for not

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Women. There's a contingent of us who have these complexes about looking good despite conditions such as training that dictate we're not supposed to. It's all relative. What Gisele Bundchen wears in her active lifestyle as catwalker and what I wear may be strikingly different. I mean, when we text-message on our rhinestone sidekicks in the mornings and plan our wardrobes, it's true that

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Years of Procrastinating Prove PointlessI finally changed doctors. The last doc wasn't very hip to the ways of women and medicine. I'm not even sure he was hip to the ways of medicine. His answer to everything was a big prescription of codeine. Many procrastination moons later, the realization it was time to move on met with the reality of moving on.I signed up for a new guy, who we'll call

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Tack on another year, I don't care:I'm coming up on a birthday and the few weeks prior to an age turning date I contemplate the past year, the past five, the next five, etc. Truly, I do this. I mean, I'm not sitting infront of the mirror and talking to myself, I'm just curled in the fetal position in a dark room finding my magic third eye. Wait, stick around. I was joking. I'm just

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We've had rainy weather, which means clear skies and heavy clouds and of course, for some reason I think I'm a part-time meteorologist and have to document this for you. So another pix of spectacular weather. In another slot of potentially boring photos, the Eastside triathlon team was supposed to go camping this weekend, but we got rained out - instead there was an inpromptu barbecue at

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Tired. Sitting in my robe. Don't want to take the next step and remove myself from comfy, comfy couch and dress properly (robe is only proper until 8 a.m.). Looking at the clock, I see it's 11 a.m. Does this make me lazy?'Yes,' you answered, 'by that description you're a lacksadasicial sow.' Wow, you guys were quick to judge. Here's the parts I left out. Tired, yes. I did a 6 mile run in

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I dreamt last night that Jon Stewart was my husband. We had a peaceful marriage, spooning on the couch while watching television. We discussed cleaning the bathroom of our small John Stewart dreamland apartment. Then, a phone began to ring. The shrill sound of my cell phone woke me from the blissful dreamworld of division of chores with my spouse, the host of the Oscars. Oh well, good a time

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This is terrible - I've published and re-edited this post 3 or 4 times. So what does it hurt to do it a 5th? D & I went out to PCH (Pacific Coast Highway) yesterday before meeting up with my entire family for dinner. We went on a short 20-mile ride up the coast. I uploaded a series of pictures of the day on my Flickr.com page.Here's the short photo recap:After seeing this picture, I took my

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The effects of the sun have left an artistic effect on this ol' girl. Non-Californians, hate me not for Los Angeles' summerlike weather we're having in February (courtesy of the effects of global warming?) but I am brown in at least five different ways right now. With sun exposure comes the natural consequences. Tan/burn. My nose and cheeks are brown/red and I have a serious case of raccoon

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The feat of the day was to ride 35 miles. Which I did, even tacking on an extra mile for good measure. In this time on the bike I was able to draw superfluous parallels between the hills of the road with the hills of existence, channel negative energy out through the tip of my big toe and become a better human being while breathing in the dirt of LA roads for 2 hours and 20. I was also able to

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When are you no longer a newbie? Is it related to the number of races you participate in? Do you have to continually do bigger races than the last? Is it when you buy a gallon of racing gel to replace you're previous gallon? Along those lines, are there mileage goals to reach that graduate you from newbie to intermediate? Is being intermediate like being in love or being "the one", you just

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Reasons why I'm glad I didn't get in to the Pacific Ocean with other teammates on Saturday:1) Strong, strong riptide coupled with lots and lots of waves2) Chilly waters, seasoned with bacteria and oil slick3) Would've had to borrow ill-fitting wetsuit that doesn't compliment the ol' figure4) 5 or 6 teammates had to be rescued by lifeguardsReason why I wish I'd gone in for an oceanic dip:1)

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Mocha Momma, or Mochita as I've affectionately deemed her, has posed a writing challenge to bloggers. The challenge was to find seven things that you watch, read, can't do, etc. I was flumoxed and overwhelmed with choices. I decided not to sweat it and just write the first thing that came to mind...I think Mochita had seven categories, but I know my readers. They can't find it in them to

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Mid-Redondo Beach 10K race song that offered necesssary inspiration:"I Feel Good by James Brown*These stats subtract 40 seconds we waited around for the hoards in front of us to get out of the gate at the starting line, post gunshot10k Finish Time:56:28Time at 3 Mile Mark, then 6 Miles:27:55, 54:40Pace:9:08 - 9:11 minute milesIt was a beautiful race, especially coming around the corner and

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Song Jeordan Played at Dinner Last Night that I Hadn't Heard in Years:Jesse's Girl by Rick SpringfieldHeading out the door to do a 10k in Redondo Beach. It's 7 a.m. and I'm just waiting for Kathy & Ed to show up so we can roll down there together. Reminder to all that I'm doing this the morn of Super Bowl. Reminder was to remind you that I may earn a serving of chips before half-time.

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Yesterday's motivating song while listening to the iPod on a bike ride:Bridging the Gap by NaSWent out last night to "Renee's" in Santa Monica with Dan's work crew and had dirty, dirty martinis as a means of reward for a 30 mile hilly ride followed by a three mile run. I also chose this celebratory drink to highlight the fact that I had a two hour job interview that went pretty well (even if it

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iPod rediscovery:I Do Not Want What I Haven't Got by Bettye LavetteYesterday was a running day on my schedule and I unwittingly timed it to coincide with the baby brigade. Lots of parents strolling their kids around my running route...which, I don't know, it doesn't have to do much with anything, but modern strollers are sizeable. What happened to those days when strollers were those things

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Latest iTunes' purchase: Siempre me quedara by BebeClothes for the Phantom Baby:Friday I came home from Johanna's loaded with an infant carseat, a sack of baby clothes, receiving blankets and bibs. Carrying these goods in to my household is noteworthy when there's no child in the mix for us.I am, though, the youngest of four in my family and my two child-bearing sisters think they're days of

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CRW_3222.jpg Originally uploaded by Dan Hontz. My niece, taken by D.

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In a general way, I am a thoughtful human being. I'm kind to anyone who has to work in customer service. I don't gang up on people who are already in a corner. I tip generously. I make my 80 year-old Aunt Irene and my four-year-old niece Olivia a priority. I walk with people who've twisted ankles on runs and compliment friends when they look beautiful, which is often. I suffer crying babies

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I'm back home and coping with the Moment of Truth that accompanied a trip to the scale this morning. "Ok, Dan, I'm doing it. I'm gonna see exactly how much damage I've done." Dan looked at me dubiously, wondering whether he was really up for the post-weigh in aftermath.Before getting on that scale, I stripped every little thing off I could. Clothes, jewelry. Off came the rubber band, even.

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new york random Originally uploaded by ericamolina. The last blurry New York pix for you...I'm homebound today.

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I've gotten over the novelty of three meals out a day and am now more intune with my inner health spirit, whose frantically begging me to undo days of damage with a piece of fruit. I'll try to appease that spiritual request. In the meantime I'm reveling in this city -- an urbanness unlike Los Angeles, because you can walk everywhere. And if your ass is lazy and unmotivated, pop to the nearest

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Columbus Originally uploaded by ericamolina. The city flying by from the backseat of a cab, heading from Central Park toward Chelsea.

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My first admission is that I have replaced training with so-good-yet-so-bad meals at least three times a day and I've also replaced the likes of water with plenty of red wine while in NY. I can't recount the number of glasses I've partaken of in less than 48 hours (did I mention I love this city?). I just sent Dan out to get a bottle of red with the promise that I'd steal the neighbor's

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I'm off to New York for a week or so, I'll post if I can. Dan's there for the weekend, and I'm sticking around a while longer to visit friends and my oldest sister, Jennifer. In the meantime I leave you with this, a preface of just the kinds of things I'll be doing in the streets of the big city:p.s. Insanely successful brick today - 15.5 mile bike in 55 minutes, followed by a 5 mile run

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I once dated a guy who was a collegiate swimmer, although I met him 5 years, 50 pounds and a few reincarnations later. He'd spent his whole teenage life in the pool. 5 a.m. in the morning and then after-school practices, weekend competitions, torn ligaments, bad shoulders, speedos. The whole deal. His mother kept a room filled with swim medals and trophies. Competition was this dude's

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I'm tired today - and I can tell 'cuz I'm cranky. It's something about running errands, losing keys, 2 workouts (one of them 2,500 in the pool) and being hungry that's got my energy levels on the low end of ebbed. I think I'll check the refrigerator for a mood enhancer. Either chocolate or meatballs are sounding good right now. Hey now, I said chocolate OR meatballs. The two together are

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There have been a curious string of random and inconsequential events, none related to the other, to ponder. The events seem karmic in nature - one agreeable thing happens, followed in close suit by its alternative. It's the things that make life good duking it out with the things that don't.The Things That Make Life Good:We went for a ride on Sunday in Palos Verdes. Chugging up hills, another

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Overpass Originally uploaded by ericamolina. Just a picture of LA for you to take in while I work on my post....Taken Friday, near the Men's Central Prison in downtown Los Angeles.

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With the freedom that accompanies working (or not, as the case may be) from home, I went to Swork in the middle of the afternoon for a Chai tea and a lil' reading. Before I left, I checked the mail and received Lavaman travel and race paperwork. Very exciting to plan travel to Kona. And also to read Lavaman's spin squad take creative license in describing the brutal last 1/4 mile run on the

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In case you missed your CNN.com breaking news alert, Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt are set to have a God-child.--Despite a very solid pop culture knowledge base, I rarely watch television. If it ain't HBO, I ain't interested.A friend of mine was dating a contestant on Bravo's "Project Runway." I won't say which contestant, but it was in support of this friend that I Tivo'd an episode of "Project

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There's a positive twist to yesterday's Migraines post. Last we left it, I had an exploding headache. Last we left it, it was Saturday and I hurt.I woke up, feeling ok on Sunday. We were supposed to ride with Stan the unknown man from 'Dena. He was taking a group of people on a "Get Smart" ride. 44 miles? Beyond my abilities on a good day. I was sad to do so, but I skipped the ride and

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I hate migraines. I've had them for years now and internal hammering against your temples isn't nearly as fun as it sounds. I've been pretty good with them recently, but I have had many an "exercise-induced" migraine in my day (the words in quotes are medical terminology I'm dropping on you...dig the science.) Low-and-behold, this week I was struck by the old "M to-the Igraine" nemesis again (

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I turned "comments" on. Which means what? Uhm, that you can comment. Please don't feel cornered in to doing so, I've just had a lot of off-line comments and requests for such a service....

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Lety wants me to sex my blog up. "Throw in some sex talk," she wrote me this morning, "It can't be training all the time now girl." She has a point - the best I got at making this blog provocative was some pretty pictures of people in bling. Not quite what she has in mind.Leticia has a Masters in Creative Writing or Literature or something equally erudite and knows much more about writing and

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I decided to make a photo-documentary yesterday of some of the places I train. I opted to start with the Rose Bowl. I took Eliot & Lulu with me, too. Read below or view all pictures together here.I made several high-level mistakes on this photojournalistic journey. Today is January 4th. Rose Bowl football. Big game. Big deal in Pasadena. Lots of people. Mistake two was bringing the dogs.

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I've been very bad this last week. I did all of the following with great gusto:Skipped two (maybe three?) trainings, despite an easy workout scheduleStayed out very late several nightsAte out more than in and ate an abundance of bad food (pizzas, bangers & mash, Spanish tapas)When eating in, made prime rib and mashed potatos with cream and butterDidn't drink very much waterAte heavily buttered

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So far it's off to a good start. The weekend's been chill, the dogs are mellow and we partied like we were in college last night. Literally. There were couples making out at the first party we went to and the police showed up to the second one. When you get older, couples don't tend to display open signs of affection too much. We did indeed make it to two New Year's pachangas - one in

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Clothes and fashion accessories rank inordinately high on my priority structure. So when I got a neon green short-sleeve running shirt with reflectors for Christmas, my reaction was one of unkind, unapologetic rejection. Let's for the moment skip the selfishness of this reaction or the gift-givers most kind and thoughtful intentions.I momentarily rejected the shirt. Runners are probably

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I don't make New Year's resolutions, so no use bending your ear (eyes) about pseudo-plans I have to erradicate poverty and crisis in Africa, meet Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt before their wedding (and wrangle an invitation) and self-promises to get away from the addictive screen of my computer to walk my dogs more often.So no resolutions. But I do reevaluate what I have on the plate every year.

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In lieu of an entry I can't think of, here's the latest bling shots, taken last Friday at aforementioned Cobras & Matadors. The following shot is just a sampling:

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I attempted to eat really well over the holidays. Here's what eating well is, as broken down by the books and the qualified dieticians and the coaches and everyone else who has an opinion on it: 5 meals a day, all smaller, eaten every 3 hours, and containing 30% protein, 30% fats and 40% carbohydrates. Carbohydrates should be low-glycemic (not a lot of sugar) and most everything should be in

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Yesterday Dan rode with me in the hills of La Canada. Being that we're both major procrastinators and still had to buy Christmas gifts (and pack and cook and wrap), this ride was an indication of major commitment on our parts to lives of health and improvement. And further procrastination.May I admit something? It's you and me, afterall, we're intimate now. I am easily irritated riding with

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Here's some picture from Christmas Eve dinner with my family:

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Just read a triathlete's article on swimming technique. The whole article was written in witty analogies, comparing this author's search for the perfect swim stroke to Ishmael's quest for the great sea monster in the book "Moby Dick". The author described his "unpredictable sea" as the 25 meter pool down the street. It was catchy at first. He had me with Moby Dick being his stroke and the

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Lately, I've really been trying to get yoga in to the workout mix. There's a lot of physical and mental work that goes in to mileage workouts and, in one of those more must-get-in-touch-with-self moments, I decided that yoga would be a nice, balanced and quieting act of core strengthening. I'd also be focussing more on stuff like breathing right and stretching, with the added benefit of self

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Not surprisingly, I fell on my bike again - this time under the most inauspicious of circumstances. If you'll recall, a few days back I predicted that such a fall would "befall" me. I'm no Cleo the psychic, I'm just intune with my inner, very uncoordinated child. The first time I fell, I was climbing a hill near Descanso Gardens that ended at a stop light in La Canada. As I approached the top

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Thank you each for helping me reach $3,010! I'm 56% of the way to Hawaii. I'm amazed and honored and humbled that we've all worked together for this bid of mine to race a triathlon and to do so while fundraising money for cancer research! I wouldn't say it's been smooth sailing (for example, I have lost training bottles, bike shoes and sunglasses in the course of my training, fallen more than

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Eliot the dog's mad at me because I won't play with him. I'm studying after all, and as you can tell, today's procrastination break will be spent testing out sending photos from flickr.com to my blog rather than throwing Eliot a ball. He's not too happy about my priority structure. In retaliation, he's left his dirty raquetball on top of my school notes and has climbed on top of the leather

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Heather Originally uploaded by ericamolina. This is the Team in Training PR Captain Heather. I'm attempting to post photos directly from flickr.com.

Fizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05338584757449186603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18646421.post-1134667432922627362005-12-15T08:55:00.000-08:002005-12-15T09:23:52.960-08:00

A woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing. She goes where she will without pretence and arrives at her destination prepared to be herself and only herself.--Maya Angelou(Just liked that.)

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In a fit of procrastination from studying for my Art History final, I'm struggling with whether I should write about the joylessness of falling from a bike when you can't get out of your clipped pedals. Hmmm, nah. I think I'll wait for my next fall to write about that. So. Blogging.I've had the sometimes unpleasant sensation that people are reading this blog. Unpleasant is also an unpleasant

Fizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05338584757449186603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18646421.post-1134324278019355502005-12-11T08:37:00.000-08:002005-12-11T12:53:17.170-08:00

I'm tired, but should right before it becomes a dim, dirt-tinged memory. The Eastside and Westside TNT triathlon teams met up this weekend for a camping getaway at Leo Carrillo State Beach. If you choose, get a jumpstart on this post by viewing Triathletes Do Bling(part of an ongoing series). In the meantime...Despite rough-edged thug vs. preppy Hollywood stereotypes about these East/Westside

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Mmmhmm. Good party, good pictures. Here's a sampling. If you don't know about The Bling Series, you need to be introduced. Check out The Series on my flickr page.

Fizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05338584757449186603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18646421.post-1134086083292578372005-12-08T15:40:00.000-08:002005-12-08T15:54:43.306-08:00

Dan's Yahoo! work holiday party tonight. Based on past experience with holiday parties and his coworkers specifically, this is danger alert for possibly a drink or two more than I should partake of and evil, fried and unforgivably fattening finger foods. In preparation for this unscheduled break from "The Course to Lavaman", I further skipped a workout. That's right, I'm reckless. Reckloose.

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Fred, as the officially titled "Web Captain", sent out pictures to the Eastside triathlon team. Yes, that's us, the Eastsiders. We dance, sing and snap our fingers angrily when the Westside triathlon team enters our turf. Anyway, he included four sets of photos taken from different training sessions we've had in November. Many of the pictures are from the beginning of practice, when we all

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One of my Team In Training coaches, Inge, told a group of us lingering around after practice on Saturday how she lost 30 lbs seven years ago. "I was just a fat Dutch girl," she said, "No good food. I only ate candy!"We laughed, 'cuz Inge has one of those frames that doesn't bespeak a previous life as Roseann Barr. But I could relate to being the overweight girl with a penchant for sugar. Her

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