races
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Protein Power Crunch
Since my husband is preparing for his third Ironman, Vineman, in Napa, I’ve been experimenting with power bar recipes. I’ve yet to find a recipe that allows me to create perfect “bars”, but rather I’ll I’ve come up with so far is a “crunch” that fits nicely into a plastic sandwich bag. These bags of protein were perfectly suited for this weekend’s Human Powered Racing training camp, which covered 12 hours of swimming, biking and running (in the cold.) The team also had lots of Guinness cake to keep them moving through the transitions. (Team, the recipe for that cake is here.) What’s great about this protein power crunch recipe…
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News Flash: Riding With Lance Is Exhausting
The alarm sounded at 5:30 a.m., and my husband was soon pouring powder into his water bottles with the precision an alchemist uses to turn metal into gold. Before the sun broke the sky, he was pedaling down the driveway and down the road to meet some of the 1,700 volunteers to begin his check-in with the other 2,200 riders for the180-mile, 2-day ride. We had thought the highlight of the event was listening to Gordon Gee’s Top Ten Questions for Lance Armstrong, including, “Where can I find one of those flapper things to put on the spokes of my bike?†and “Does road rash hurt, and can we give…
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Musings that stir a wild man’s heart
Go Dad. #2 Ironman, #1 Dad His signs are packed and ready for his voyage on Wednesday to Ironman number II to Coeur d’Alene, Idaho. I cheered, but then caught my breath, dropped a couple of tears, when I felt the gravity of what the sound of the cannon meant, as the announcer said, “Don’t worry about them out there today… We will take care of them.” He was referring to the thrill of watching the heap of 2,200 swimmers pile into the water, wave after wave, in a rush to the finish during my husband’s first Ironman. Where would this race take him today? Figuratively and emotionally. Later, I…
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There were thousands of signs
There were thousands of standing all along the course of the Ironman. The signs were especially thick around the parts of the mountains that were the most desolate… along highways where few spectators stood, and the racers heard nothing but silence. Not cheers. The day before the race, a tent was set-up in the carnival-like atmosphere, with music blaring, and Gatorade passing out free bottles for everyone. The tent was filled with blank poster board and sharpies and tables. Family and friends were busy carefully choosing words and embellishing signs for their loved one. A way to pass the time with the family, I thought, in the final hours before…
