Strive to TRI

MNF "They call me Jane, that's not my name" is the lyric on the radio at 4am the morning of the MNF . Crap, now I have that stuck in my head for the day at least the beat is up-tempo. I get out of bed put on my race gear, load up my bike and throw my pack into the truck. Where are my keys? There they are on the kitchen table with my sunglasses—clearly not needed now, pre -dawn and post-storm—and with an envelope. HUH? It's a card from my husband. Today is our legal anniversary . We've been officially married 6 years, he is so sweet. I kiss him and the kids good-bye and drive out to the North Fork of Long Island, farm & wine country. The drive is easy a quick stop at 7-11 (I need my coffee—the last addiction—I am unwilling to give it up) and I'm off. I drive the back roads cause I like to do that. Give me a winding country road—with the possibility of hitting a deer, over a highway and the possibility of hitting a deer— any day . I get to the race si...

Ok, Ok, I'm late on this one. I've started training for the Mighty Man 70.3 in Montauk. I REALLY have no time now! Shelter Island 10K Thank god the race starts at 5:30 cause I find myself at a preschool pool party at 1pm. Fueling up on Hot Dogs, Doritos and Gatorade. I realize I really have to overhaul my diet. I plan to ignore the fact that I am running the Shelter Island 10K in a few short hours and grab a handful of Cheetos. Chatting with the other pre-k moms saying things like, "oh yeah it's a 10K... no big deal... I'm training for a 1/2 iron man... I just had a fever, broke two days ago... no I'm fine to run..." I'm clearly delusional. 3:30 comes and goes and we are still playing pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey —indoors— cause the sky has turned a dismal shade of dark grey and the ark is beginning to float. I turn to my husband and say we have to go NOW if I'm gonna make this race. We gather up the loot from the goodie bags and get the kids in the ...