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What happens in Key West stays in Key West.

Actually, No. These memories will last a lifetime.

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First: Little Tidbits Of Travel

Assorted airports and assorted quotes that sums up 6 flights. Yes, it took 6 different planes to get to and from Key West.

TEXAS:
“Name one food you can’t put bacon on and it will taste better”

Q: May I just have an omelet with all the veggie options you have?
A: Well, we can do onions and bacon.
Q: Umm…let’s skip the bacon, and how about some of the other options from other places on the menu…peppers,,,broccoli
A: Ok. onions, tomato and bacon
Thought: We aren’t in boulder anymore Toto.

DENVER:
“I’ve just found this to be a good use of time while I’m waiting to board….”
-Says the man who is (literally) bicep curling his carryon bag.

MIAMI:
“Awwwww hell no….I did not just only bring my short lashes” <crisis mode voice> Says the woman gluing eyelashes on in the public bathroom.

Shuttle 1 of 4:
“Insert Video Clip Here (If I had one)” Of the shuttle driver belting out some pretty intense ‘praise to the kingdom’ ‘amen’ ‘hallejuigh, love thy savior’ jams at 3:45am. #americanidolworthy #myfillofreligionfortheyear

SILLY LIFE OBSERVATIONS:

1. Dear You: Just take the entire cookie. Because you know when you break it in half, and leave one half behind….It is only a matter of time until you go back, break that half in half and….Seriously ¾ of a cookie!? Who does that. (Yeahh…you know you do…it’s ok, we all do)

2.Your ‘delicates’ and ‘tech clothes’ getting hung to dry is a direct reflection as to how much spare time you have on laundry day. AKA, I’ve got 90 seconds before I have to leave…screw it it’s all going in the dryer.

METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING….

Life is a river...It is not a straight line.
Don't take yourself too seriously. Have fun. Be silly.
Being scared is ok, it means you care.
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In kayaking we would rate rivers by class, but not just the rapid itself. A section could be “Class IV” for example, but with “class V” consequences. Meaning there was something about the rapid that if you were to get into a bad spot the repercussions were more dangerous than the technical skills required to get through. Maybe there were under cut rocks, or some strainers (downed trees) Before putting in it all comes down to, “Is it worth it?” ”Is it worth the risk”. You would make that decision knowing that once you dropped in, you were committed to paddle your little butt to the best of your ability, and have an intense amount of fun while doing it….because something about the sport brings you great joy.
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Maybe it’s inexplicable. Maybe it doesn’t make sense to you all the time. Perhaps when you think about it you can’t pin point the how or the why it makes you so happy. Why are you wiling to devote so much time to the river?

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I've been thinking about how scary and confusing it can be to begin to let someone into your life, and into your heart…..like on the river, there is a similar level of uncertainty..of risk. It is something that takes time, energy and commitment to make forward progress. Maybe sometimes in life we need to stop all the calculating and just drop into the river, not knowing exactly what each rapid ahead holds…but knowing that at the end of the day it is worth it…because being there brings you great joy and that is enough.
#LifeIsARiver #GoGetWet

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Quote Of The Moment

"We are all afraid to say too much, to feel too deeply, to let people know what they mean to us. Caring is not synonymous with crazy. Expressing to someone how special they are to you will make you vulnerable. There is no denying that. However, that is nothing to be ashamed of. There is something breathtakingly beautiful in the moments of smaller magic that occur when you strip down and are honest with those who are important to you. Let that someone know that they inspire you. Tell your mother you love her in front of your friends. Express, express, express. Open yourself up, do not harden yourself to the world, and be bold in who, and how, you love. There is courage in that." #MakeYourOwnPath #BeBold #BeBrilliant #NeverSettle

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Key West Tri

I created a roller-coaster for myself the week leading into this trip. Understatement. Debating on whether I want to race, whether I wanted to go, dreading travel, totally fighting getting sick, and just feeling 'off'.

When push came to shove / it came time for the aircraft doors to close….I stayed in my seat, found a big smile and got ready for a 12 hour travel adventure.

My hesitations about traveling were quickly resolved as soon as I found myself in RJs arms at the Miami airport. Feeling sick lingered, and not wanting to race hung around even longer…essentially right up until the gun went off.

I told myself that there are going to be days where my mind just doesn’t want to show up, and you need to make yourself race well and get over it. So, the day became about finding focus, finding good form and having fun. 3 successful missions. I had the 2nd fastest swim out of the men and women, 14th fastest bike and 3rd fasted run. Playing catch up to the boys and placing 3rd overall , 1st out of the women. It was a tiny race, 500 people total but just like all the races I’ve done this year it became a good learning / building block for next season.
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In some ways it was a confidence boost and in many others a reality check…..I realize the amount of work, progress and improvement that needs to happen. I also realize that I am on a time sensitive path, and with how high I am reaching I can’t afford to waste time, energy or resources. I feel pretty lucky to be surrounded by such a supportive network at home and abroad….

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That night we tore it up in the streets as a band played downtown Key West,. A couple of lone dancers we were as everyone else stood on the curb, head bobbing and foot-tapping with enthusiasm along to the music. Super lame. They were missing out, not us ; ) We were (per usual) just a couple of crazy kids, out to have a good time and make the most of our time together.

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The next day I woke up early to ride and then the four of us (RJ & his folks) spent the day snorkeling, kayaking, sailing, and playing in the ocean. Oh and we went para-sailing, no big deal ; ) It was the “ultimate adventure day” – literally. That is what the package was called….and appropriately named for sure. Saw a turtle and reef shark while snorkeling, got me excited to do some diving in Bonaire next month.

I suppose that is enough for today…since my battery is about kicked.

Quote of the Moment:
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Cheers to sunrise rides, caring deeply and laughing until it hurts,
Aubs

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A little help for the guys out there.....

Oh & Boulder Peak

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Started writing this one.....a month a go. Oops.
Better late than never?
The next one will be rockin' and on-time don't you worry.

Yo. Bro Brah. Here's the scoop: I know I am wearing athletic clothes at the coffee shop....please do not confuse this with an invitation to come over and talk crossfit to me. I do not care about the WOD you're "on the way to smash" (probably not) and the "fact" that you can put-up 350lbs ONE time means nothing and is not impressive to a girl like me. How elastic is your fascia, whats your 10k off the bike, hows your functional stability and mobility....? Yeahhhh.... I'd normally apologize about not even being able to at least pretend I was interested...but I think your ego needed the deflation. So. You're welcome. #pickthingsupandputhemdown..somewhereelse

Phew.
Actually. You know what, while we're at it, here are some other inappropriate ways to flirt with a girl:

1. If you're riding a $10,000 bike (or a $10 bike for that matter) and can't shell out for a helmet my brain tells me that you're clearly too stupid to engage in meaningful conversation. And just so we're clear, as you ride up on me I don't want to hear that you are on a tempo effort, and you're pushing 290 watts. Seriously. Keep tempo-ing darling, just ride away....

2. I had someone buzz me close in their car and literally wash their windshield so I would get sprayed. The inner Massachusetts in me utilized some select gestures, prompting the guy to slow down and get this....apologize (The slow down almost made me pee my bibbs...I thought I was going to get shot). "He didn't realize it was a girl he sprayed"....." Seriously!? So, Let me get this straight. If I was a dude you're arrogant behavior would have been acceptable? If he was to ever ride bikes, he wouldn't be the wearing helmet type.

Moving On.

Boulder Peak Triathlon

Also called the "Boulder Peak-Less" Since the removal of the Old Stage climb from the course. (Flood damage) Solid race. My college adviser told me that "the mark of an elite athlete is consistency" I have got that going in spades this season. Each race has been a slight improvement upon the last, and with one (at least) HUGE learning lesson in each. BoulderPeak kept that going, my swim was the best of the season, bike was strong and my lesson learned was "even if you know what your leading gap is....don't settle in on the run, keep pushing like someone is on your shoulder" The highlight of the day was waiting around for 3+ hours for the awards ceremony to begin. At least I had some good company to lay in the grass with...but oh man, talk about record setting empty award stages. #crickets

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Spent the rest of July training, working a lot, making ends meet and running around a little bit crazy. Essentially the countdown for Nationals began and that is where the focus remained.

Somewhere in there I raced Mt. Evans, Rode the Peak to Peak/Brainard Lake Route, Got food poisoning / something that resulted in a day of fetal position and misery, coached a ton, dusted off my passport (in preparation for another very huge countdown to begin) and watched great friends including my girl, Elizabeth West kick some ass in IronMan Boulder.

Next Up:

Age Group Nationals Recap
Boulder to Wisconsin to Ontario in 48 hours.

Quote of the moment:

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Cheers to peace, opening up and setting new goals,
Aubs

Posted by AubreyJ 14:30 Archived in USA Tagged travel colorado family run swim men living bike cycling boulder racing laughter advice ironman races goals triathlon crossfit funny_story mount_evans hill_climb Comments (0)

Starting June The Right Way

Texas. Racing. Kharma. Being Silly.

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Welcome to Texas!

Who doesn’t want to take a breath AND get hydrated at the same time. Some may call it humidity. I call it efficiency. There were of course some other subtle reminders encountered along the way, just in case I had forgotten which state I was racing in #boulderbubbleoutthewindow

You know you’re in Texas when:

The televisions automatically default to Fox news when turned on. No matter what channel they were when turned off.
Explains. So. Much.

The bike course passes Exxon/Mobil corporate

You got to your hotel by driving on the George W. Bush thruway

There is a shooting range nearby said hotel, which apparently is open on a 6am-6pm schedule…including Sundays.

Anyways, travel to the Lonestar State was smooth. Usually there’s a glitch (or series of glitches) somewhere along the line, but departure was just easy. Right down to zero line at security in DIA. (Little did I know ALL the “glitches” were being stocked up for my return flight) Flora and I got into Dallas around 1:00. Plenty of time to get situated, sneak in a run, swim in the lake, gander at a few gorgeous Latino athletes from Nell’s lake view balcony and grocery shop. All-in-all, a good day.

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Got to spend some time with Dad, which was great. Our weekend of course included several spontaneous dancing breakouts. We’d be great instigators of flash mobs…except the dancing is below par at best. Rhythm and choreography aside there’s nothing like totally rocking out to some Ghostland at 4am on race morning…in your kit…with your dad.

Race Day

“I don’t know about you, but I love reading long race day recaps…especially the ones including details of every thought, emotion, food consumed, ritual followed, twinge of discomfort, interpretations of competitors, a step-by-step guide on how your transition area is set-up, and for heavens sake please don’t leave out the minute by minute weather review. No recap is too long”
SAID NOBODY EVER.

That being said….Here's my official race day recap
Thought: No wetsuit?! Yes! Yes! Yes!
Emotion: Never to high, never to low
Food Consumed: White rice, banana & honey
Ritual Followed: Wore my grandmothers earrings
Discomfort: The time between the swim start and the finish line.
Interpretations of Competitors: “There goes my dad! That’s so cool”
Transition Set-Up: I put my bike on a rack & my run flats next to it
Weather: Resembling the surface of the sun.
What was Missing?: As always when I travel...a cup of quality coffee. #missedmyRedRockCoffeeHouse

Results:

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3rd Place Woman
Swim: 22:58
Bike: (22mile course) 56:31
Run: 38:15

Post Race

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Packed bike, ate a Breeze Bar, got slowly cooked by the Texan Sun, fell asleep with shoes on, had lunch with dad, was escorted by TSA, flagged as a ‘watch-list traveler’ AND taken through security twice. That renegade CO2 cartridge certainly caused some excitement. Glad I could keep the boys at Dallas Love Field Airport on their toes.

On the plus side, at check-in I didn’t have to pay for my bike! *Totally wearing the bootie run shorts to the airport from here on out……or continuing to say that it’s not a bike, but my mothers wheelchair that is in the bag. Yep. Let’s see you question me on that without sounding like a complete ass. (Credit/Thanks goes out to my mom for the idea...she’s awesome) But get ready, because Kharma doesn't mess around. Got to DIA and they lost my bike bag. Spent 3 hours waiting to ultimately leave with no bike and no answers.

Well. There you have it.
Texas in a nutshell. Airport traveling in roller coaster form.

Next on the docket: Small, local and fun @ The Boulder Sunrise

Quote of the moment:
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“Life is too short to blog without wine”

Here’s to Peace, High Altitude Triathlon and Being surrounded by wonderful people,
Aubrey

Posted by AubreyJ 18:17 Archived in USA Tagged airport family traveling texas dallas training fitness racing baggage learning triathlon southwest_airlines kharma swim_bike_run Comments (1)

Fantasies

...Can Come True!

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After the race I headed straight for St. Petersburg. Oh man do I love that place. Needed to see the ocean and get my feet in the sand, at least for the afternoon. An hour or so into baking in the sun I got restless. I didn’t get a good cool down in after the race so I sneakered-up to do the easiest of easy runs…conveniently on the St. Anthony's run course that I’ll re-visit next month. I was ready to go, even threw on the visor for the extra bonus 'dork' points.

You’ll never guess what happened next!

How many times have you been out on a run, it’s super hot out and you silently wished for a lemonade stand or longed for an ice-cream cone to just magically appear? Well. I shit you not. Less than a mile in, an ice-cream truck was celebrating their anniversary and was giving out free soft-serve to anyone and everyone along the boardwalk.

And. Umm.....I kept running?!! You can call this “staying focused” or “feeling motivated” but honestly, it was probably just dumb. I mean, FREE ICE-CREAM? It was clearly a sign from someone up above saying “Aubrey, I love you and I want you to enjoy a treat after a great weekend of hard work. Get some freakin’ ice-cream” Pat-Pat-Pat-Pat ran my little toes, away from the fantasy I’ll have frequently in the up-coming summer months…and will most likely never in real life happen again.

However, all is not lost. I finished my run (which was quite nice along the ocean). And made up with the universe about ignoring their earlier signs by going to the froyo place downtown to make my very own delicious creation. Talk about a near-miss.

Now. Down to Business

The first thing I thought when my alarm went off for Day #2 was “This seemed like such a good idea at the time…..” Ugh. Then into auto-pilot. After a cup of coffee, some stability and muscle activation exercises (courtesy of the guru’s @ rally sport) and seeing sunrise from the venue….it most definitely was an excellent idea.

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In my last entry I wrote about how the numbers don’t matter. Let me be clear this is NOT something I have mastered. After Day #2 at Clermont, I finished the race feeling very proud of myself. I felt that I put forth a solid and consistent effort. I worked, pushed and kept positive from horn blow to finish line. I crossed the line for 9th place, with 3 of the girls ahead being professionals who were doing this for a ‘training race’. I felt better about my swim, made some committed decisions on the first half of the bike (we’ll get back to that) and felt that I pushed what I was working with on the run for what I had that day. But…..then I saw numbers I didn’t like.

Two hours after the race, my mind had completely flip-flopped. I went from being happy with my performance to feeling a bit frustrated. Curse the monkey mind. My coach being who he is put things back into perspective with astounding clarity.

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Highlights:

-Got out of the water in a better position, 11th.
-Caught up to and passed women up to position #4 and#5. As soon as I reached these girls it was apparent that they were not pushing the pace. That was it, where I made my mistake. I knew they were two professionals from the day before and I thought that because of that, they would be a good pair to work with. One was clearly stronger than the other, but they were teamed up and committed to staying together. It slowed the pace drastically.
-I should have kept charging through the field to the best of my ability. That time, even if it only amounted to an extra 30 second gap…could have been the difference of 3+places. So. Mistake made, lesson learned. Not a bad race, just a bad choice.

Last year, I was passed by 10 girls on the run course alone. (Talk about eff-ing miserable) This year between both races….just 2.
Progress.
It’s all a continuous work in progress.

Quote of the Day:
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Here’s to Peace, Orange Subaru's & being back in the 303,
Aubs

Posted by AubreyJ 20:19 Archived in USA Tagged beach running racing results ice-cream triathlon fantasy motivation progress clermont_florida draft_legal_cycling Comments (0)

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