I road my new Parlee for the first time.And...
A friend is someone who can cuddle with you. Missy, my college roommate and best friend since 2002. Our relationship started off via email. Long, long emails. Our histories. Our secrets. Our truths. Then we met the summer before we went to college at an Olive Garden in Fargo, ND. It's weird meeting someone for the first time when you feel like you've known them your entire life. I suppose it's like internet dating. We met in the middle and have since hit it off. We also have our fair share of inside jokes from way too many hours spent in our dorms talking, giggling, rather than studying. Fyi, she has fantastic piggy back hips...once carrying me down the stairs of the dining center, across campus, up the stairs and into our dorm room, with no breaks. She rocks.

Like I said before, friends lift you up when you are down...or when you need some fun! Airplane rides with turbulence are something I share with my friends. Here is KK on her last airplane ride as a single lady! 
A friend is someone who will pose for a karate chop dance move with you. Keaton, the most metro straight guy you'll ever meet, friends since college. Keaton listens with true interest and gives the truth straight back at you. He always say the right things, even if it's not what you want to hear. He knows how to console, listen, advise...which is why he's a great life coach. He'll always return your phone call, and always make time for a friend in need. He also gives great fashion advice without making you feel like a piece of crap wearing sweatpants. Judging without judging?
A friend will hold their breath for (with) you. Mare, foreigner, friend since 2002. This crazy chica from Estonia entered my life wearing trousers drinking coke, speaking British English in North Dakota. She quickly learned our crazy slang, pants and pop, and was instantly welcomed. It was fun watching her come out of her shell, and really getting to know her throughout our four years together. Mare para, you will always bring a smile to my face.
Friends are people who will dance the night away. College friends. Mostly swimmers, and mostly friends since 2002 when we all became Fighting Sioux. These guys are my teammates, and they know more than anyone what I went through to get where I am as an athlete...because they did it as well! Only swimmers understand how crazy swimmers are. Sacrifices, injuries, and downright hard work are what we went through to attempt at achieving success. UND alumni at Kayley and Nick's wedding.
A friend is someone you can lean on. Mike "Pink Pants" Evans, friend since 2006, cat like climbing skillz. This man taught me so much, not only climbing, but boys, relationships, and life. He showed me how to climb with my legs not my arms, the art of smearing and slab climbing. He pushed me to perfect my technique and for this I am grateful. He listened when Amanda and I were having boy problems. He is like a dad that you can talk to about girl stuff...as odd as that sounds, it works. Now that I've moved away from Minnesota, I miss having that watchful eye, and that hearty laugh.
A friend is also someone who will catch you when you fall, and hold on for your life. Literally, here, Mike again, on the north shore in Minnesota. One of my favorite routes.
A friend is someone who can change with you. Amanda, bad ass climbing chica, friend since 2006. This lady is the sickest, strongest, girly girl I know. I can have the girlyest conversation with her one minute, and crank on the hardest 5.11 route the next. She pushed me in the gym, when I gave up on competing, so sick of it from college. She would pull hard, so I'd pull harder. I got stronger because of her. A friend will do laps up and down all the 5.7-5.10s in the gym with you, training for something that was so far out my league, and prepare you for something so amazing. We went to Mexico, led ourselves up multiple full day endeavors, "manning" up and getting it done. We came back as bad ass climbing chicas. Now that I have left, she is still here for me on the girly girl front.
A friend is someone who will train with you. Bethany, bionic babe, friend since 2008. She is one of my first girlfriends in San Diego. I met her at my first club race and got to know her a couple times at the cove and on the TCSD Saturday Del Mar rides. She has gone through alot, but somehow manages to listen a little when I need it. We signed up for our first Ironman together, St. George, Utah, and will lose our IM virginity together. Looking forward to a winter full of training. 
A friend can be new, but you know she will be forever. Erin, fellow midwest transplant, collegiate swimmer, friend since 2009ish. This girl knows how to have fun, and look good doing it. I see many days of giggles in our future. Although she is probably my biggest competitor, I wouldn't want anyone else to beat me more than her. I met her last summer and don't know how we didn't hang out more until recently. 
A friend is someone you can watch the past with and dream about the future. Nikee, fellow swim coach, friend since 2008. Another San Diegan friend for life. This little chica has a big personality, and a warm midwestern heart. She has been through her share of heartache and success...so swapping stories with her is always good. Caleb took this picture of us at the cove last Friday.
My friends have empathy and sympathy. They give honesty when others would have trouble giving the truth. There is a mutual agreement and the desire to want what is best for one another. All my close friends know how to hug me. So, this got a little more personal than I usually go, but I guess I was in a sentimental mood. I'd just like to say thanks to the friends above, and the friends who I didn't mention. I think John Lennon said it best, "I get by with a little help from my friends."
Caleb was at the club race two weekends ago taking pictures. There were some of me smiling and some bending over in transition (lol) but I liked this one the best. I didn't know he was there, but clearly my focus was on finishing at this point...and oxygen. The race report is in the previous post so I won't go into it...but running is hard when you take time off. Dang injuries. Little steps have been taken over the past two months, and I think I'm ready for big strides...and easing back into this running thing. big LITTLE thing to keep me going? Stretching.
Yeah it is kind of weird that I "match" my bikes. Green and white. Black and blue. Hilarious. Both times I didn't know they would be coming. It's nice that I was able to head down there today. I can't wait to get out there and race!
Last night was rough. Not only in the Pacific. But in life.
I'm writing for the sanity of myself. To tell myself that things will be okay. Life moves on whether you're ready or not.
Before my life was turned upside down, I was as happy as I could be. I went to Fletcher, alone, and swam out past the breakers. I glided. I floated. I laid on my back and watched the sun set. I stared into that sun until it was burned into my eyes. Closed my eyes and that sun remained, even after setting. I stayed out there as long as I could handle it. I swam back in, truly at peace. Then I walked back to reality.
The ocean has always done that for me. It's been my place. To clear my head. To relax. To release. To lose all worries. To not care about time. To hammer. To help. To train.
I swim because I love the way my body feels rolling through water. I love the repetitiveness of it all, as crazy as that sounds. I love getting into a grove, counting my strokes, ever dialing in the angle of my arms pulling through the water. I love being technical and precise and not having either one of those overwhelm me. I love the control I have. I love that my feet feel like fins as I kick. Nothing is better than a wetsuit-less backstroke with the sun pouring in my face.
I hope the ocean will always be that for me. I'm going to need it these next couple of weeks. 
Riding the waves of life, like always...only this time a breaker crashed on top of me and I'm a little disoriented. In time I will make my way to the surface again. And paddle my way back to life.
Katie wanted to take a shot...so the bartender asked us if we had 2 more friends. So over come Kayley and Kari and we end up taking a "zhotzki"...which is a old children's wooden water ski with 4 holes for shot glasses. 
So funny...Kayley stood up when he yelled zhotzki (enough with the z's already!) and Kari and I couldn't reach! 
We failed and had to have a 2nd attempt. Hilarious. 
Following Zorbaz we headed to the town of Elizabeth for some fun at a local hick bar, the Silver Dollar. It was a rather young crowd. What do people in small towns in Minnesota do for fun on a Thursday night? Bean Bag toss tournament. No joke. Kayley's sister signed her and I up. Double elimination. We lost bad our first game 21-0. Second game was a nail blighter...we lost 21-20. All in all a fun weekend catching up with the Pink Ladies, and getting to know Kayley's high school friends.
Friday was pretty chill, so I took my bike out of the box and assembled it. Took her out for a ride in the 53 degree windy climate of Western Minnesota in my tri-top and shorts. Burr! Bridal luncheon and more relaxing followed by the Groom's dinner at the local golf course. Good conversation, food and okay wine made for a fun evening. Janice, Nick's mom, made us all purses as Kayley's thank you gifts. They were all so unique! Made me miss crafting a little. :)
Saturday was the wedding. The ceremony was perfect, although the rain prevented them from getting as many outdoor pictures as they would've liked. The reception was also beautiful, yummy food and good dancing. I hit the sack around midnight only to be awoken at 4am to head down to Buffalo for the triathlon. I'm sure my parents loved that! 
I was 5th overall in the swim out of 800 participants. One girl passed me on the bike, and four during the run, so I was 5th overall in my AG (of 64). My back felt fine, but I had some tightness in the hamstring and pain in my right hip...where this all started.
Sunday afternoon my family went to Uncle Al's house to visit cousin Harper and Aunt Claudia. Such an adorable child. On the way to the airport Amanda met my dad and I at Culvers for a quick hello. She was at the Blue Mounds Minnesota Climbers gathering, camping in the rain all weekend. 
Of course, flights were delayed. Toronados in Denver? Awesome. Made it to Denver and connecting flight waited 45 min for a couple of us to make it. Got into San Diego around midnight (2am central time...after waking up at 4am...long weekend!) only to find my bike didn't make it.
Here I am looking a little crazy on the trainer before the test started. (You wouldn't want to see the after results). Back was feeling good today, so I was trying to beat my previous max wattage of 280. I made it to 284, 10 seconds longer, but ouch it hurt. Max heart rate? 211bpm. Sick. Lost 5lbs and had a lower body fat percentage? Sweet.
Anyway, here it is broken down. The first number is today's results compared to the second number which was my 1st test result: 
-resting HR 54/60
-Vo2 max: 52.5/51.2
-LT 40.3/39.0
-LT Heart rate 188/175
-LT watts 204/188
Greatest improvement was being able to lose weight, but still be able to increase my lactate threshold for wattage output. And really, doing all of this with very little training. He asked if I noticed a difference going up hills...well, yes, in fact, I had a great GWL ride on Sunday. Hmm... My "optimal" weight goal that he set is still 10lbs lower than what I'm at now. I know I want to be there before Ironman next year. It'll take a lot to get there...mainly self control, and having better alternatives while sitting here at work.
One more thing.
 Did someone say team bikes? OMG what did I do? Haha more to come later.
It's "Friday!" Vacation, here I come. Making Stephen A some delicious birthday dinner tonight, and a cheesecake I somehow whipped up during my extended lunch break today. I rule!
Friday evening it was poker night. High society...$10 buy ins and we all dressed up. Marike, Greg and Mysti above, and Marike (excellent drink maker) and I below with a yummy grapefruit martini.
Saturday was another failed attempt at riding. Had epic plans that fell through because of rain. yeah suck. Made it to hockey on Saturday evening...back kinda gave me some grief. Sunday was finally a successful ride! I rode the GWL with a really cool group. We rode up into the clouds. By the time we got to the backside the sun was shining. On our way back down, into the sky again. It was eerily gorgeous. I went my fastest time and actually said "that was fun!" at the end. Sunday evening BBQ followed by awesome news from the landlord that he's putting the house up for sale. Not so awesome. I do not want to move. Now we'll just have to wait and see. Monday at work went by sooo sllloooowww! Of course because I was looking forward to 7:10 when Stephen's flight from Italy was arriving. So he's back. Yeah!!