Changing Gears…

As if you haven’t noticed, this blog has been mysteriously quiet.

Because this finally happened yesterday:


I registered for Ironman Louisville 5 days shy of 1 year ago. And I had full intentions of training my butt off, cutting an hour and a half off of my time, and re-upping on that Ironman high that I’ve been coasting on since crossing that Arizona finish line in 2013.

But somewhere along the lines, I just stopped caring. In fact, I’m completely blaming this guy:


Now don’t get me wrong.. Ironman Arizona was the 2nd (maybe 3rd) best day of my life.

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Nothing, nothing, nothing compares to the feeling of crossing that finish line. Of working so hard to accomplish something that only a few are able to do. I enjoyed being a triathlete and I learned a ton from training and if anyone wants to talk about triathlon, I will prattle on for HOURS about it.

But I just don’t care anymore. I used to scour race reports, relishing every word, but now they just all seem so long.

I used to live for Instagram-inspiration, but I feel burnt out just looking at other people’s schedules.

I used to tune into the live feeds of the Ironman finish lines, but even thinking about ME crossing that line in Louisville fails to give me that squiggle feeling of anticipation and happiness.

I just don’t care anymore. And that’s okay. I signed up for that race a year ago, and things change. I didn’t take dropping out of IM LOU lightly. Paul and I thought it over for a long time. And it was an even longer time coming before we admitted it to ourselves.

In the past year, my passion for travel has exploded. We’ve repeatedly chosen new trips over training. I’ve even signed up for a photography class at the Kansas City Art Institute.

In the past year, I’ve fallen in love with my bike. My gravel bike. I never have improved so much in a sport than when I found a love for just riding. Not being aero. Not hitting time goals. Not riding laps about the airport just for time. But riding for fun. Dirty Kanza. Getting muddy, exploring new roads, and doing hoodrat stuff with my friends.

Yes, dropping Ironman was an expensive choice. I only got $150 of my race fee back. However, Paul and I realized we would still be saving more than we would be losing by dropping now. Besides the mental happiness of not torturing ourselves for the next 60 days, we will avoid the cost of traveling to Louisville, (overpriced) hotel, merchandise, required finisher’s jacket, food, GU products, etc, etc, etc. And not to mention, at this point we are so behind in training that our performance wouldn’t be our best and that would just add to even more disappointment.

So as of Thursday, August 20th, 2015 at 2:20 pm, I am a free woman. And I immediately felt relieved. I went home from work last night, ate pizza on the couch with my husband, and woke up still feeling relieved. I loved my time as a triathlete, but I’m ready to move on.

And this blog certainly isn’t dead. I’m giving up on triathlon, but not on life! I’m excited for the Dopey Challenge in January and toying with the idea of finding a late November half marathon to try and PR.

I’m also registered for the Rock n Roll Nashville Marathon in April and I’m ECSTATIC to try for redemption at Dirty Kanza this year.


And now that I’m not drowning in guilt over my missed workouts and how far behind I am, I’ll feel more confident blogging and letting you all know about our adventures! Until then, feel free to catch up on our recent trips on the First Rule of Travel.

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Catching Up…

This past month has been insane.

In June, we did the Bacoon Ride in Des Moines just like we did last year. 70+ miles of bacon, bikes, friends, and beer.

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It was an absolute blast.

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I even learned how to use my pedal as a kickstand on a curb! (Okay, maybe, everyone else knows this, but news to me!)


I even got some bonding time with the sidewalk:


Yes, it did hurt when I fell from heaven

Let this be your daily reminder to ALWAYS. WEAR. A. HELMET.

I’m not totally sure what exactly happened. I was riding on the grass and attempting to jump back up onto the bike path. The curb was seriously less than an inch high. Especially after THIS, a measly little jump is certainly something I’ve done a quarter billion times in my life so far.

Since it was during an event, they had a roaming ambulance that checked me out immediately and determined I didn’t have anything broken or a concussion. They let me finish the last 15 miles of the ride.

All things considered, it really hasn’t hurt too much. And my face is doing a LOT better.

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My friend, Juges, and I at the USA/Panama soccer game on 7/13

I still have a mark on my cheek that looks a bit like sunburn and my fat lip never quite healed correctly. I met with my doctor and it is healing healthy, unfortunately just not very pretty. The outside looks okay, but I may need to see a cosmetic surgeon to correct the scar tissue. It is still too soon to tell though and I’m just in the healing process. Hindsight being 20/20, I probably should have had stitches in my mouth for my lip when the crash happened.

I was lucky to heal so quickly because Paul and I had a big trip planned for the 4th of July. We used our hoarded airline miles to fly around the world. Flying around the world has always been a bucket list item for Paul and we had finally accumulated the miles for it! On the way we stopped in Minneapolis, Los Angeles, Seoul, Singapore, Dubai, and Dallas.


If you are interested in hearing more about our trip, Paul and I have actually started a separate travel blog, The First Rule of Travel. I’ve copied a couple of my travel posts from this site over there, but will try to focus Redefining Athlete more on fitness, and The First Rule of Travel on our travel… but since RA is more about life in general as well, there will be plenty of overlap!

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Speaking of fitness, we’re getting dangerously close to Ironman Louisville. I can’t believe how soon October is around the corner. I’ve hired a coach to help kick my butt into gear, but unfortunately since I’ve started working with him, I had my accident, my trip, my birthday, and then jury duty. Training has definitely taken a backseat.. but I’m looking forward to changing that around!

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