3 Recovery Revelations

With Challenge Roth 140.6 in my rearview mirror, I want the euphoric after-feeling to last forever.   Alas, deadlines, family responsibilities and bills are taking up the vista on the view out the front.

But that’s may fault. It’s up to me to recall and imprint the lessons and successes and pure love of the day and to let the experience take root.

In the days following my return flight I did a 3-day juice cleanse, took 4 yoga classes in 5 days; 3 hot and 1 suspended, and found my way back to my strength trainer. I executed a days long festival; Jane-a-palooza, as a way to beg forgiveness for missing my daughter’s 13th birthday to chase my dream race Challenge Roth. I dug back in to personal and professional projects that I had placed on hold.

janeandclairyoga

Jane (left, orange) and Mom during day 1 of Jane-a-palooza – “Yoga on Ropes”

I am eternally grateful for the opportunity to have to climb up from a low so low during the run. Now the work begins to be the change that I felt after the race and to banish old beliefs about abilities, capabilities, and possibilities.  While I am still recovering and discovering a new path since July 17 a couple of big things became apparent.

Revelation #1 – I do not need drugs to sleep

Dealing with chronic insomnia since my early 20’s, I was taking melatonin every night to help me sleep. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t. I don’t know if my body was jolted into making its own because of the physical demands of the race or if I have had spontaneous healing – either way I have been sleeping drug-free since July 13. Feels good.

Revelation #2 – I still like to run.

4 miles hot and humid. A herd of dragonflies levitated and danced about with synchronicity at mile 2. They are never far away. This is my favorite one.

IMG_0018

Beauty on Beauty

Revelation #3 – Reconnecting is essential.

Training takes up so much time and energy, some areas of life don’t get the attention you want to give. Time with family and friends is sucked up in to bike wheels or pool lanes. Neglected people, projects, goals, and bucket lists items wait patiently for attention. I am here.

 

I am ready to love on you all.

And plan for the next big race.

 

This is it

I am a little superstitious about pre-race reports. I love reading them, but as a writer I fancy better the total recall of race day.

For now, some training moments.

See you on the other side of 140.6 miles.

IMG_3437

Kampf

Fertig

Glauben

 

4 Bits O’ Honey

Screen Shot 2016-03-31 at 4.51.32 PM

When my mindfulness skills are sharp I can find sweet things in the little things but at times that is a tall order.

When I was in my early 20’s I had high expectations about the grande adventures life had in store for me. Single and searching in the early 90’s, I wondered if I’d ever find a mate, have a  cool job, or experience the titillating life I had conjured in my mind. My Mom would tell me to settle down, and suggest there is profound greatness in the present moment,  in the real things right in front of me rather than the yearning for a life not yet lived. If I missed today’s sweet things, I would never appreciate tomorrow’s the view from the mountain top.

So today I present 4 bits of real honey that might make me notice the view of the valley if I let it.

  1. This note.IMG_1265

Here is its author, my first born who leaves for college the fall.

IMG_3773

2. A photo of my Mom and me in 1989 I found buried in a post on Facebook. She died in 1997 and I did not know this photo existed. I  miss her every single day. I do not miss my hair in this picture.

IMG_1165

3. Sportsmanship that makes me want to cry and super proud to be a product of Richmond, Virginia Catholic schools like Michael Gbinije. For the record, I am a huge UVA fan.

Screen Shot 2016-03-31 at 5.26.57 PM

4. A spontaneous wall-sit contest.

IMG_1184

When one is training for one’s first Ironman, one finds opportunity to work-out most anytime.

No one ever argued the sweet feeling of the finish line.

Screen Shot 2016-03-21 at 7.19.58 PM

 

Huge Bit O’ Honey.