Is your thing - Snowboards? Skis? Nunchucks? Running? Bikes? Skates? Weights? Cameras? Paddling? Surfing? Swings with your kids? Cheers with your friends?
What ever it is that makes more smile lines on your face and memories for stories later - Don’t wait. Go. Happy Sunday friends of the sea.
Today was more than just a race, it was a memorial. Thank you to the Lummi Nation and Autumn Rose for welcoming us on your land and in your waters, and a special thank you to the Williams family for the blessing and memorial song before the race.
Winter racing, the conditions can be anything and everything in winter, today was all about the wind and waves. What was going to be a 19km race was reduced to 12km with a change in course, and in the end was just 6km as it was called off at the end of the first lap. A canoe malfunction caused me to pull out early, only paddling about 5km! The water was super fun downwind, incredibly tough when the waves were coming sideways while paddling upwind. Lots of people flipped their canoes, some several times. Thankfully I stayed upright, that water is cold! Grateful to the safety boat operators for keeping an eye on everyone, it's thanks to them that we can do these super challenging events safely. And wonderful to see paddlers keeping an eye on each other too, people stopping to help when other paddlers flipped their canoes, everyone recognizing that it's ohana first, racing is secondary. Some canoe repairs/new parts are on the agenda for me, but thankfully I can still use the canoe in the meantime, I just need to rig it differently until the new parts arrive!
Awesome day, full of good people, good food, camaraderie and aloha.
Had a great time at the #coldstrokeclassic with some great people!!! The 10th year for the race but my first year. Definitely not the last! Yes, I got beat by a 12 year old and he beat a lot of other people too! #gobecauseyoucan
Great job to all the paddlers who braved the elements n toughed it out at today's Winter Series race! It was gnarly just watching n getting as much footage I could from the shore.. can only imagine what it was like out there!
This is by FAR my favorite post-run selfie to date. Two and a quarter miles with these lovely ladies this morning in the ACTUAL daylight!
You know those runs where you just go and chat the whole time and it’s just beautiful and perfect because the people you are with are beautiful and perfect? Yeah, that was today. Thanks for joining me ladies!! #thesearemypeople#bettertogether#faithoverfear#triathlontraining
I received about 15 messages over the last few days regarding my sobriety. While I was honestly embarrassed and hesitant to be sharing about my sobriety, I was grateful to receive so many responses from people who seem to be genuinely happy for me, curious, and inspired by my posts. I'm feeling compelled to share a little bit more to give an idea of what led up to my decision to get sober. In a post to follow, I will share on what sobriety has been like for me. I had no intention of getting sober, it wasn't a plan I had or a desire of mine, but it abruptly became an obvious necessity unless I wanted to die in my sleep from choking on my own vomit. Since I was 14, I had never gone more than 30 days without a drink or a drug. I'd do 30 day cleanses every now and again to prove to myself I could, but each time I completed one, I'd reward myself with a well deserved blackout on day 31. I grew up in a wonderful home with loving parents, but I still always felt like there was something missing, I just never knew what. A God sized hole that no drink, drug, guy, vacation, or money could fill. I always thought I was just having fun. Truth is, when I take the first drink, I don't know when I am going to stop. Being a seasoned black out drinker, it was common for me to Uber home, get a burrito on the way, and somehow even manage to wash my face before I unconsciously put myself to bed. I'd always be proud when I woke up without make up on, with a glass of water and aspirin at arms reach. It's then that the puking would start, and leave me bed ridden until at least 3 pm. It wasn't unusual for me to puke over 10 times or 30. But it was just fine. Painfully tolerable. Other times, I would blackout and find myself waking up (clothed) between two strangers, drugs on the counter, phone missing, unsure of where I am or how I got there. Point is, it was always a shot in the dark. Once I'd find my phone, I'd review the snap chats and photos from the night before. It was scary how well I would function when completely blacked out. It was New Years day a year ago when I experienced my first withdrawal induced seizing panic attack which brought me to the ER. CONTINUED IN COMMENTS.