I bow down to the fitness fiends in California. I mean, I’m a little nuts when it comes to working out and will go on a 50 mile bike ride, run 6 miles and then go dancing that night, but what I do is nothing compared to the people I meet here.
I swear, these people look like everyday individuals and then when you start talking to them you find out they are superhuman.
First there was the marketing director at News10. We get to talking and it turns out she just finished the 100 mile bike ride up the mountain in Tahoe over the weekend. Can you say "wow!!" My car has to go into overdrive going up that elevation. I can't imagine doing it on a bike.
Then I run into another girl who just finished the 178 mile Reno-Tahoe Odyssey Relay – yes, that’s right – I said it -- one-hundred-and-seventy-eight miles.
But that’s not all.
While having margueritas at Chevy’s, I learned about the Whitney Mountain hike. It sounds fabulous and it's now on my California "to-do" list. But get this...the couple I was with had done it not once, but four times.
"The first time Sarah got elevation sickness and couldn't get to the top," said the husband.
Elevation sickness? Hmmm...that's high. I may have to train a little for that one.
They have also done the Badwater Ultramarathon – which is 135 mile run across Death Valley in July. They told me if I do it, I should run along the white line on the road because it’s cooler.
So now I’m feeling a little inadequate with my measly 6 mile runs. I may just have to bring it up a notch.
Some people blow me away with their amazingness (yes, I know that's not a real word) and 14-year-old Sydney Morrow is one of them. Unlike a lot of people, instead of just talking about something, she took the initiative to start making her dreams come true.
You see, a couple of weeks ago, Sydney wrote News10 and sent us the cutest picture of her and the pig she was rasising for Future Farmers of America. She wanted the station to come out and meet her pig, O'Malley, and maybe buy him at the El Dorado County Fair auction.
I know writing a letter is just a small thing, but that's all it took to get my attention. While I wasn't able to buy the pig, I just had to meet this teen that made things happen -- and of course, her pig named O'Malley.
"I knew I was going to join FFA for a while. I was looking forward to it even before I got to high school," said Sydney.
Sydney is a freshman at Ponderosa High School and it turns out that the photo she sent in was the first time she had raised a pig. But she is definitely a girl with a plan. She told me her plan was to raise a market hog for the next four years, auction it off and put the money towards her college education.
She says raising O'Malley, who she named after a character in Grey's Anatomy, was both rewarding and challenging, but no matter how hard it was, she would raise pigs again. Her daily, year-long course involved taking care of O'Malley from the time he was weened until fair day. She says the whole process taught her valuable lessons such as how patience and dedication can pay off.
"I didn't expect the pig to be so hard to train. I have to clean him, feed him and do all this stuff to get him ready for the fair," said Sydney. "The hardest part was getting him to walk in the arena. The first time I tried, he wouldn't even go down. He gets grumpy sometimes and then there is nothing you can do."
Getting the animal ready for the judging at the fair is important and all 30 kids in her class were faced the same struggles. Not only did Sydney have to make sure O'Malley was well-exercised and toned in the right areas, she would have to get them in front of the judges or else he will be disqualified. She also had to make sure her pig was groomed -which means Sydney needed to bath O'Malley.
But Sydney isn't the only Ponderosa teen with a passion for animals and agriculture. There are 30 students in her class and some of them are from farming families.
"My family has been farming for six generations," said Rachel Bacchi. Rachel is raising three lambs and one goat this year.
Sean Golden, 16, also comes from a farming family. This year is his third time raising cattle.
"Cattle is a long process," said Sean. "Right now I have a three. I'm going to auction the steer this year and then breed the other two to get another calf."
Ponderosa high school started their Future Farmers of America (FFA) program in 1964 and it's never waned in popularity.
"We always have quite a lot of kids that want to get involved," said 16-year-old Sara Arsenault, regional FFA reporter. "We have an officer team that starts recruitment at middle schools to raise awareness and get students interested."
The program helps students learn the process of farming and the work involved. In the 2009-2010 school year, 210 students signed up for the Ponderosa FFA/Ag Department. Classes included everything from Agricultural Science, Ag Biology and Animal Science to Floral Design and Animal Health (pre-vet training). Many of the teens who take the program end up in agricultural fields or working with animals, which is why Sydney took the class.
"I really want to be a marine biologist or zoologist as I've always been in love with animals. My dream school is in Monterey because I heard they have a really good marine biology school," Sydney said.
The El Dorado County Fair is less than a week away. Sydney is nearly ready, but the hardest part is still to come. Her pig O'Malley is now about 200 pounds, and after watching him grow from a piglet to maturity, she knows it's going to be hard to auction him off and say goodbye.
"I'm probably going to end up crying," said Sydney. "It's going to be hard knowing I won't see him again."
It takes a certain type of person to be a journalist. You have to be dedicated, creative, a great listener, persistent, but most of all you have to be passionate…and maybe just a little bit crazy.
Last night was election night in California, which means it was a busy day for all of us at News10. Pumped full of caffeine and cookies, we were prepared to cover the races all night long –and then, after you had gone off to bed, we were still running around making sure we got the stories and raw interviews on the website, the tapes ingested for the morning team and memorable sound bites ready for follow up packages.
It sounds nuts, but let me tell you, it’s one electrifying experience.
Many of us (like me) started at 9 a.m. and at midnight were still there typing away as others shouted off final race results. Lesha on the news desk kept the rest of us in the loop all night with comments like: “NBA game over in 2 minutes. Lakers up. George on standby.” It’s one of those times where you can see how well our team works together, because even though it’s fast-paced, loud and constantly changing, it just feels right.
But our night wasn’t over yet.
At 12:30, just when the last of us were about to call it a day, a fire broke out at Broadway and 5th destroying the building beside the landmark Hong Kong Café.
We took one look at the massive flames and suddenly, got an extra burst of energy. Damien grabbed his video camera, I grabbed the digital camera to get photos and my notebook. Within a minute we were off and running.
Like I said, it takes a certain type of person to be a journalist.
All you Taco Bell lovers are about to hate me because I am a Mexican food snob. But it’s not my fault. I'm blaming it all on the great state of Texas.
Yup…when they say “don’t mess with Texas,” they don’t just mean the people; they mean everything and that includes the incredible Tex-Mex and Mexican cuisine you can get there. I swear, before I had tasted the real stuff, I was happy with the bland Americanized versions you get at fast food places and non-authentic restaurants.
THE SEARCH FOR THE BEST MEXICAN FOOD
When I moved to California I was excited, because I know you can get some pretty good stuff here. So for the last few months, I’ve been scouring Sacramento in search of the best Mexican food – and finally, on Saturday I found it.
The name of the restaurant is Tres Hermanas (2416 K Street in Midtown) and their food is to die for.
So what did I get that was so mouth-watering good? The mole of course! Anybody can make a sizzling fajita platter, but getting a good mole is hard to come by. Believe me. I know. I’ve ordered it in many Sacramento Mexican restaurants and so far onlyTres Hermanas has me coming back for more.
It’s the perfect blend of warm spices, chocolate, peanuts, chicken and sesame. It’s spicy enough to make you feel it, but not enough to leave your nose running. Man…it’s so good. Just thinking of it now has me craving it.
THE BOTTOM LINE
But here’s the scoop: If you are looking for a trendy date place -- go to Zocalo because it’s pretty - and they make a good marguerita . If you are looking for great drinks, check out Azul’s. BUT…if you are looking for simply good Mexican food and don’t care about décor, being squished or the service, then come to Tres Hermanas.
Because let's face it, when it comes to good Mexican cuisine, who cares about all that stuff? For me, it’s all about the mole.
Yes, it’s true. There really is a Napa Valley wine train. I should know. I rode it this weekend and it was pretty cool.
The antique train takes passengers on 36 mile round trip through the Napa valley. While it’s chugging along you get to feast on either a gourmet lunch or a dinner AND you get to tour a vineyard. See…I told you it was cool.
Just in case you need more convincing, the train has two engines, three kitchens on board and a collection of early 20th century rail cars that are pure Americana. It offers guests great regional food and fabulous, hard-to-find wines. Plus, for the three hour ride, the price isn’t that bad - just over $100 a person.
What makes this trip different from visiting Napa Valley in your car is that you are seeing the vineyards in an actual piece of history. Yeah, that's right. You aren't riding in some modern day train, but something that authentic from days gone by. The dining cars are circa 1915 to 1917 and the domed viewing cars are from 1952.
During the trip, you’ll pass by five towns: Napa, Yountville, Oakville, Rutherford and St. Helena, and numerous wineries. If you happen to go on the same tour I did, you'll see where Robin Williams had a home and where some of best wine in Napa is grown.
WHERE IS THIS INFAMOUS NAPA VALLEY WINE TRAIN?
The Napa Valley Wine Train begins its journey at the McKinstry Street Station in Napa. The train then travels north to St. Helena, where the locomotive disconnects from the north facing side of the train and reconnects to the south facing side of the train in preparation for the return journey.
Depending on the day of the week, the Napa Valley Wine Train makes two stops. On Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays, guests who have purchased the Domaine Chandon Tour will disembark at Yountville during the southbound leg of the trip. On weekdays (Monday through Friday), guests who have purchased the Grgich Hills Tour will disembark at Grgich Hills Winery on the northbound leg of the trip, and be picked up by the Wine Train as the train travels southbound.
I did the Grgich Hills Tour and loved it. The tour guide on our 1 hour private tour was hilarious and we tasted at least three different wines which were included in our train ticket price. We also got to keep our tasting glasses as souvenirs – which is always a nice touch.
NAPA WINE TRAIN PRICES AND ROMANTIC NIGHTS
The prices for the train ride and wine tour range from $119 to $184.00. The Grgich Hills tour is the cheapest one, but they also do seasonal tours.
They actually have a Moonlight Escape on July 25, 2010 coming up that looks really romantic. It’s on the date of the full moon during the time of year when thunder storms are most frequent. There is nothing better than looking at the moon with a good glass of wine.
But don’t wait too long to book if you’re interested. They only accept 24 couples for this particular trip.
Those who know me, know that I am a sunchaser. Just like that Jeep commercial, I will always take the winding road and follow it wherever it goes. However, I don’t own a jeep. I own a little Honda Fit fondly known by those who have ridden shotgun as the Roller Skate.
I live to chase adventure…which is why when my friend told me he was celebrating his birthday in Las Vegas and wondered if I could drive up, I instantly said “yes”.
Of course, that was before I checked MapQuest and learned it would be a 9.5 hour drive. But whatever. It’s Vegas, Baby! And I’m driving there!!
Yes, I admit that while I do love Sin City, I was more psyched about the drive. You see, driving through the Mojave Desert with the wind whipping through my hair for a Vegas weekend is one of the things on my bucket list.
So at 8 a.m. on Saturday, I tossed a couple of cans of Red Bull and about 6 bottles of water in the car and off I went. It was actually quite liberating packing all these liquids as when I normally fly to Vegas, I always have to go liquid free (I try to never check luggage. In fact, I can live out of a carry-on for a week – just ask my friends who went with me to Hawaii last year).
WATCH OUT...THE DESERT IS A GAS GUZZLER
Anyways, if you ever decide to drive from Sacramento to Las Vegas, let me tell the trip over to Bakersfield is b-o-r-i-n-g. I mean dead boring. There was nothing to see, but I also had a sucky iTunes mix that wasn’t really happening either.
But once you pass Bakersfield, it gets kind of cool – because that’s when you hit the Mojave Desert...and it's gorgeous. The mountains are spectacular and the little bush-like trees add enough variety to keep it interesting.
I'll just give you a word of warning: If you hit Bakersfield and only have a little bit of gas left in the tank, fill up. I didn't and literally coasted down the mountain on fumes.
No really. It hardly took any gas to cut across the flat parts of California, but as soon as I started the drive up the mountains, the gas drained out of my tank like crazy. The warning light went on when I was about 20 miles up the mountain with another 30 to go until I reached the summit.
Yes, I panicked - just a bit.
I turned off the AC, opened the window, detoured off the highway in the direction of the nearest gas station --which was in the middle of nowhere and 45 degrees in the opposite direction. You know how they say you should sometimes take the road less travelled? Well, at that moment I was on THAT road -- and I was the only person on it. There were no cars or people in any direction...and let me tell you that you can see pretty far in the desert.
With my car flashing it's warning at me, I prayed I would make it to the little town on the Indian reserve in time -- or at least close enough that I could walk in my flipflops. Thankfully, it was mostly downhill and I was able to take my foot off the accerator for the last 16 miles and roll into town. Yes, I counted them.
After that, I filled up everytime I made a pit stop.
VEGAS REALLY IS IN THE MIDDLE OF NO WHERE
You know when you fly into Sin City you can see the lights in the distance? Well, when you drive during the day it's not like that. It sometimes feels like you will never get there because all you see for hours and hours is beige dirt, beige mountains and sprinklings of plants, which I hear if I did this trip in June would be beige too.
Don't get me wrong. It's still beautiful and I would do the trip again in a heartbeat. But it's kind of like being in the first Star Wars where the sand people live. At any moment, I expected an army of creatures to arise from their camouflage and add some life to the area.
Of course, because I was going to Vegas, I imagined these creatures to be dressed as glitzy celebrity impersonators who would break out in some disco song -- but maybe that was iPod playing tricks on me. Nine hours in the car, with the windows open and the desert wind blowing at you can do that to a person.
Anyways, even with all that desert and open road, Sin City is hidden. Not until you are about an hour away can you see any sign of it. But when you do...WOW!
OFF THE BUCKET LIST
After driving 9.5 hours, I quickly showered and washed the Mojave out of my hair and met up with my friends for a night on the strip. Less than 12 hours later, I was back on the road for the return trip.
Regrets suck. You only get one chance at life so I really try not to have any, but today I had to admit that I really wished I would have done a little advance planning.
You see, today was the day of the final shuttle launch for Atlantis and I missed it. Seeing a rocket or shuttle launch was one of the things on my “to-do” list, but you never think you will run out of time to do it. But what bugs me is I even have a friend in NASA who could have helped me see the launch if I really wanted it.
Now I know you are say “What?” You’re nuts. Why weren’t you there?”
Here’s why…I was afraid of taking the risk. The risk I’m talking about is wasting money or a vacation day because the shuttle sometimes cancels due to rain. I know. Lame.
TWO MORE SHUTTLE LAUNCHES TO GO
Anyway, this was a good lesson. While this is the last launch of Atlantis, there are two more shuttle launches scheduled and this time I'm going to put a plan in place.
Discovery is targeted for launch in September with spare parts and equipment. Endeavour is due to launch in November carrying a $2 billion, multinational particle detector known as the Alpha Magnetic Spectrometer.
I don’t know about you, but I have a love/hate relationship with goat cheese. I swear…some days it’s the best thing to come out of a goat, and the next time I eat it, I’m spitting it out into my napkin.
Crazy? Totally.
This weekend was one of those times. On Friday I picked up a goat cheese and spinach pizza from Whole Foods in Arden. It was awful. After two bites, I gave up on eating it and scraped off all the cheese. Basically I ate soggy crust and called it a night.
The one thing I do know is that I never know what I’m going to get when I order something with goat cheese so I always have a backup plan just in case it happens to suck -- such as picking it off or if I can’t pick it off, I have to make sure it’s followed with either a fabulous main course or a dessert to wash the yucky after taste out of my mouth.
The good news is that more often than not, the cheese works so I will continue to order it. It's kind of like living on the edge –even if it’s just about goat cheese.
PS By the way, Yellowtail Jack is in season so if it's on the Tuli Bistro menu get it -- especially if you are a tuna lover. It's not as heavy as tuna and it melts in your mouth. Absolute perfection.
Looking for some good old fashion fun? I was last week, which was why I took a stroll down memory lane at Gunther’s Ice Cream Shop on Franklin Blvd in Sacramento. The shop has been a neighborhood icon for years and is celebrating its 70th anniversary on May 15 by offering a hotdog, a drink, chips and a scoop of ice cream for only $2.
Now that's a deal!
WHY PEOPLE LOVE GUNTHER'S ICE CREAM
Of course, while I was there having a scoop of chocolate I had to chat up a couple of the people to find out their secret of success.
“Gunther’s was the place to go in the neighborhood,” said Eva, a long time customer. “I remember after ballet class we would come here. You would see all the girls lined up in their tutus.”
Now, that's adorable, but Eva wasn't the only one in her family to go to Gunther's. Her 93-year-old grandmother also was a frequent visitor and has been going there for years. Eva says it's the place everyone in the neighborhood seems to go.
Gunther’s Quality Ice Cream Company was established in April 1940 and was owned and operated by Herman “Pop” Gunther and his wife, Iva. It was originally located on 5th Avenue and Franklin Blvd, but after the war in 1949, they opened a larger store in 1949 at its present location, on the corner of 3rd Avenue and Franklin Blvd
WHO IS JUGGLIN' JOE?
Jugglin' Joe was the first thing I saw when pulling up to Gunther's. It's this giant animated sign located on top of the building.
I was just lining up the shot with my iPhone camera when a customer yelled to me.
“You’ve got to see it at night,” he said. “There’s nothing like it.”
I did come back later, but my as you know, the iPhone camera doesn't have a flash (so hoping they add it to the next version) so the photo sucked. But now I was intrigued with this sign and the fame behind it. I simply had to get the inside scoop from the owner...and another scoop of ice cream.
“It was ‘Pop’ Gunther who designed the animated Jugglin’ Joe sign,” said Marlena Klopp, who now runs the shop with her husband Rick. “You wouldn’t believe how many people drop by to take pictures of it.”
According to Marlena, the sign is one of the few neon animated signs left in the city. Just like the taste of their homemade products, it has become one of things customers expect when they come.
There's even a tale to go with the sign. They say if you see Jugglin' Joe not catch the ice cream scoop, then you get a free cone. That has never happened, but it's not the chance to get a free cone that keeps people coming back -- it's the family atmosphere and the ice cream.
“I just dropped off one of my grandkids. I’m here for a little treat for me,” said Jackie, Gunther’s Ice Cream customer.
Jackie has been coming to Gunther’s for over 19 years. She doesn’t live in the Curtis Park area, but in another part of the city. She says her grandchildren live by Gunther’s and when visiting them, it gives her an excuse to drop in for a little something sweet.
“Sometimes they are with me, but today, it’s just treat time for me,” Jackie said.
You can’t blame her. The secret to Gunther’s good taste is high quality processing, combined with all natural ingredients and a rich cream.
For 70 years, they have been scooping up treats for the neighborhood and on Saturday May 15 they plan to celebrate in style by bringing back the 1940s. In addition to their $2 meal deal, they have a day of fun planned for people of all ages.
“There will be a barbershop quartet, swing dancers and a DJ playing 1940s songs,” said Marlena. “We’ll also have a juggler and face painting, temporary tattoos and balloons for the kids. They’ll be something for everyone.”
Gunther’s will also be paying tribute to all small businesses in the area – both new and old. They will be raffling off a Beach Comber bicycle and other prizes that were donated by local businesses in the area.
Ever since I signed up for the Eppies Great Race in Sacramento I’ve been running a couple of times of week to work up to the 6 miles I need to complete for the first tier of the race. I make this sound like it’s been forever, but really, I only signed up on April 14 so it’s been two weeks.
But running 6 miles isn’t why I hurt. It’s the biking that’s killing me. I swear, my butt will never be the same.
FIRST I GOT THE BIKE
With the race being 10 weeks away, I thought I should plow ahead into Phase II of my training and buy a bike. The Great Race consists of a 6 mile run, 12 miles on bike and 6 miles by kayak, and if you’ve been following my blog, you’ll know that I haven’t owned a bike since I was 10.
Even though it's been a couple decades, I was really hoping it would all come back naturally and I would ride like the wind. Yeah…well…not quite.
It’s not the bike’s fault. I actually did a lot of research beforehand and after talking to people, I ditched my first plan of buying something cheap from Craig’s list – not that Craig’s list is bad. I have actually sold lots of stuff on the online board. But I learned last year when I decided to buy golf clubs that size really does matter – especially after I bought ladies clubs and then had to pay to get them extended by a couple of inches. Yes, I’m apparently a giant.
If you haven’t gone bike shopping in a long time, they come in sizes and not just adult and kids. It turns out because of my height, I needed a 57” frame.
When I walked into City Bicycle Works, I had my heart set on a Trek road bike. Not only is this the brand Lance Armstrong uses (except he has the expensive model and I was looking at the lower end cheapy one), but the three people I interviewed about bikes all had that brand, too. It seemed as if it was the brand for winners.
So did I get that one? Nope. I got a Specialized road bike and here’s why: While I do agree the Trek was faster and I liked the way gears shifted better, the bike I got had breaks on the top part of the handle bars in addition to the traditional place and it felt a little more comfortable.
Of course, fast is probably better when it comes to racing, but let’s face it…I’m not going to win this race. My goal is to finish it somewhere in the middle. Plus, when it’s all over, I plan on taking my snazzy bike out to the coast and doing some distance cycling on the weekends – so comfort…and not speed will be important.
Besides, this bike was on sale so it was slightly cheaper than the Trek Bike. Bonus.
THEN I RODE FOR 30 PLUS MILES
Now that I had the bike, I had to ride it. And ride it, I did. I went for 30 miles along the American River path and felt great for most of it. I admit, the last 5 miles on the way back were a little killer. My knees were starting to hurt (I still have to get the bike adjusted so this doesn’t happen) and I could no longer feel my butt. No really. It was completely numb.
Let me tell you a little secret that nobody told me -- Get bike shorts! Riding that long with regular shorts is not a good idea.
The feeling did come back and believe me I wish it didn’t. It hurts to walk, sit and move today.
There will be no more biking until I invest in the padded shorts.
I’m a Starbucks girl and have been one for years. I rejoice when they bring back the peppermint chocolate squares at Christmas, and it’s not officially fall until the pumpkin latte shows up on the menu.
I’m such a frequent customer that I know the drink board by heart. I also know which Starbucks I can find a low-fat turkey & egg breakfast sandwich in the middle afternoon… and which ones will be sold out.
But lately I’ve been cheating on my Starbucks barista. Yes, it’s true. I’ve been seduced by a new coffee bistro and its name is Temple.
IT BEGAN WITH A LOOK…AND A SIP
My love affair with Temple began innocently enough. It didn’t matter what time of day it was, but whenever I would drive by the bistro on S street, I would see all these people milling around. What was this magical place that was always busy? Why were the people leaving so happy and relaxed? Was it restaurant? Was it a great bunch place or a secret wine bar for members only?
For weeks, Temple was like a stranger across a crowded room. It would catch my eye, but there wasn’t time to stop.
Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer. I had to check it out and it was love at first sip.
BEST CHAI IN THE CITY
I’m not going to lie to you – I’m a high maintenance caffeine drinker. I’m one of those annoying people who like everything extra hot, low fat and with special stuff added, etc. In fact, I’m so high maintenance I can’t even make my drinks the way I like them at home, which is why I have to pay experts to do them in coffee shops. Yes, I’m pathetic.
Temple gets this. And they embrace it. They take the time to make every drink by hand and each time you go it tastes slightly different. Not that this is a bad thing. The drinks are always good. They taste “real.” For them, it’s all about flavor and every beverage you order will have an abundance of it – whether it’s a coffee, espresso or a latte.
Even their ice tea is packed full of flavor.
And don’t forget their specialty drinks. Their Mexican hot chocolate is to die for and their chai….ah…man…I loooove their chai. You can actually taste the spices.
Of course, if you think Starbucks is expensive, you are going to have a heart attack at Temple as they are even higher. But it’s worth it – even if I can only afford to go occasionally.
Besides, now that I found this place, I find myself going to Starbucks less often and saving my taste buds for my weekly Temple treat -- so I’m kind of saving money in a weird way.
ESPRESSO TASTING AT TEMPLE ON MAY 8
Temple isn’t just a bistro; it’s also a place where coffee lovers can gather to learn about the art serving up the perfect cup of java. They actually have classes.
The topics vary throughout the year, but on May 8 at 10 a.m. you can check out their espresso tasting class. For $15 you'll taste 5 different espressos (you'll be buzzing after) and get a half pound of any coffee of your choice. Very cool.
All their classes are at their S Street location and they only accept 20 people per class so you may want to register in advance.
MEET UP FOR COFFEE
There are two locations in Sacramento.
1014 10th St Sacramento CA 95814
916.443.4960
I not only signed up for my first triathlon yesterday, but I signed up as an iron woman. Yes, that’s right. I’m doing The Great Race in Sacramento (was the Eppie's Great Race) and have just over 90 days to whip my body into shape.
For those of you who haven’t heard of The Great Race, it’s a triathlon that is running/biking/kayaking and this year it’s taking place on July 17 along the American River.
Here’s the thing. I’m not really worried about the running portion of the race. It’s only 6 miles which I already do in my weekly workout – so that part is a piece of cake. It’s the rest of it that will be a little challenging.
You see, I haven’t owned a bike since I was 10 and really haven’t miss it all that much. I also have never kayaked. Ever.
So now you understand why I’m starting to wonder if this was the best idea.
WHAT'S ON YOUR BUCKET LIST?
Some people have asked why I don’t team up with someone, but that would defeat the purpose.
We all have our bucket list of stuff we want to do and doing a triathlon as an iron woman just happens to be on mine. I’ve already run 5k and 10k races. Those are off the list. It’s time to push myself to do something more.
I also haven’t been able to cross "do a triathlon" off my list in the past because I only kind of swim. I can float. I can back crawl. I can do a couple of laps across the pool at 24 hour fitness. But there is no way I could make it a mile without having to touch the ground, never mind a bunch of miles. This means – no triathlons.
The Great Race is made for poor swimmers like me because the water portion is in a kayak. Yay!
THE RACE ISN’T EVEN THE SCARY PART
Okay, so I have a lot of training to do over the next three months, but I’m not worried. Like I said, I have the running portion done – so check.
I’ll buy a road bike in the next couple of weeks and start working on that portion – check that one off too.
Kayaking? Well, they have to have lessons somewhere and I guess I can rent one the day of the race – not quite a "check", but I’ll worry about it in May.
The part of the race that has me petrified is how to get all these things (body, bike, kayak) to the race and in the correct areas before the race and then trying to figure out which one is mine after the hundreds of other racers have put theirs in the same area. What if I can’t find my kayak when I get that part of The Great Race? How do I get my bike back afterward? Do I have to walk all the way back? What if I get lost?
I now know why Lance Armstrong has a team of helpers. It would be so much easier just to run to the area and have someone hand my bike/kayak, pass me a water bottle and off I go.
