I Feel Alive

I feel so alive. May I hazard to say, more alive than I’ve ever felt?

I have a job I love so very much with supportive and amazing coworkers turned friends. It challenges me each and every day, and it’s something I’m so passionate about.

I finished a huge volunteer commitment that was something I never thought I could do, and that many times throughout those two years, I didn’t think I could do.

But sure, it’s easy to say the secure and what we’ve accomplished make us feel alive, right? The stuff that puts the wind in our sails?

What about the stuff that sometimes make us stop and catch our breath and wonder what the hell we’ve gotten ourselves into?

I think that’s what makes us feel alive, and that’s what I’ve been going for the past few months, with the support of people who believe me in before I believe in myself.

A few months ago, I decided to commit myself more to dating. And I have been, slowly. A few months ago, Lacey and I went to an Uplift book discussion for the Alpha Woman Meets Her Match. (I haven’t read the book or think I’m an alpha woman, but I was still really interested to hear what the author had to say as well as the discussion that would ensue.) Long story short, we all ended up going out for some more wine after and talking to Dr. Sonya Rhodes about our own romantical lives, or lack thereof.

“You need to date more,” she said. “And yes, you will get hurt. That’s part of it.” I heard a Jillian Michaels podcast recently, too, talking about hurting more by not taking those chances on something that could make you happy.

In the Hamptons, Heather and I had some deep conversations (warning: Theodora + wine generally equals either deep convo or telling you you are my favorite person in the world)…and I finally just let a whole lot go. She made a great analogy: I’d taken a lot of chances moving to NYC, losing weight, going for my dream job, running races – why was I afraid elsewhere? It was a major breakthrough, and gave me a new perspective. Something told me to take the chance on this share house with this friend I barely knew, and I’m glad I did. It’s already meant a lot more to me than just a few awesome weekends of partying out where it doesn’t feel like real life.

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And that tri thing: I talked with my coach tonight and laid out all of my tri fears. She gave me some solid tips about the bike: try to gain some extra momentum before you get to that hill so you have more power going up it. She also talked about giving me some more bike drills, similar to the idea of run drills.  We talked very candidly about her assessment of my abilities. She was honest that until I committed to my road bike and to an Olympic-distance tri, she wasn’t quite sure how committed I was. But she knows that since I’ve been working on my biking and my swimming, my heart’s in it. It still makes me nervous, but I’m just going to keep on pushing through that, one workout at a time. 

I didn’t originally post anything about doing the NYC Tri, because I was initially kind of scared. (Also, it was a last-minute decision – I managed to get a media bib just a few weeks out.) But hey, it’s next weekend, and I’m actually really freaking excited for it. 

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Oh, and I ran with three-time Ironman Kona champion Craig Alexander this morning at a media event. I nearly slept in, but how often do you get to run with Ironman champions? As I crossed Central Park South to get to the meeting spot, I thought of how far I’ve come. I was considered fitness media. Running with an Ironman champion. 

I’m trying new things. I might fail. I might get hurt. (Hopefully, emotionally, not physically, should any hurt occur.) But I could finish something I never thought I could. I could fall in love. This is the summer of possibilities. Letting go of baggage feels good.

What makes you really and truly feel alive?

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Open Water Swim Clinic with JackRabbit Sports

In the several triathlons I’ve done, the swim has usually been the most humbling part for me.

Open water swimming can be really scary, and I was NOT prepared for it my first time. It’s gradually gotten better, but I knew I still needed work on it. 

So when I saw that JackRabbit had open water swim clinics, I was ALL OVER IT.

As it turns out, it was a good thing I did after Saturday’s shitshow of a ride. 

I took the train out to Brighton Beach and walked over to the beach. It’s a very Russian area, and I was dying to bust out my high school Russian skills and ask for some borscht, pojalusta. But there was no time for borscht, so I just went to the beach instead to meet the group.

There was a group of 18 of us, and we put on our wetsuits and headed down to the water. At first, we just walked in and treaded water, getting comfortable with the water. Just chilling there…I can handle that. I love the ocean. Our instructor was John Stewart (not that one, different spelling) of Race Day Coaching, and you could tell he just loved what he did. He was smiling the entire time. 

What, you want us to swim? We were out maybe 50-100 feet, and he had us just start with swimming back to shore. We took off and headed back for land. We did this swimming back and forth quite a few times to get comfortable, and I found myself getting comfortable surprisingly quickly, thanks to a more efficient stroke after my sessions with Sam. I’ve always felt pretty comfortable in the ocean, and I’m feeling more comfortable in the pool, so adding the two together worked out very nicely, though I quickly learned that I might need to breathe to the left instead of the right if a big wave was in my face. 

The next thing we worked on was sighting.

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Since Coney Island was in our view, we practiced sighting this tower.

We’d swim across, trying to keep it in our view when we peeked our eyes up. In order to sight, we were taught two methods: the one I prefer involved slightly lifting your eyes, then breathing as normal, and repeating. He told us to sight every stroke, but I found about every 4-6 strokes worked for me.

We also worked on some drills where we swam with our eyes shut to see how straight we’d naturally go. By some miracle, I went pretty damn straight!

After the previous day’s crappy workout, I felt an overwhelming sense of peace and calm feeling strong in the water, even on a choppy day. The NYC Tri will be in the Hudson River (ew), which will be pulling us downstream, and the HIM will be in a lake, so I’m happy to know that I swam in tougher water than I’ll be racing in. 

And it was certainly a relief.

Once class was over, well, I was at the beach, so I laid out my towel and laid in the sun before jumping back on the subway, thankful that the beach can be just a subway ride away.

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