tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36314849344888147572024-02-19T06:09:18.397+01:00Queen Blombergs journey to Ironman 2014Queen Blombergs journey to Ironman 2014.
From fat to fit - from fit to cocktail triathlete. Follow a soon to be 50 year old woman on her journey to becoming an Ironman. I combine nice nails, lipgloss with sweat and happy tears.Queen Desiree's goalshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093933684035355863noreply@blogger.comBlogger157125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631484934488814757.post-81744744599641517412014-08-18T23:00:00.001+02:002014-08-18T23:25:08.953+02:00Desiree, Your an Ironman!<div>
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<b>Desiree, you are an Ironman 13:28 minutes</b><br />
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Its Monday today and I have the race fresh in my memory, a totally amazing experience. Its been a fantastic weekend, and one of the best moments in my life. I wasn't sure that I was going to be able to do this, its extremely long and anything can happen. So I am very humble. A lot of competitors didn't complete the race because of cramps, bike failures, energy loss, colds.... I saw them everywhere. One guy didn't make the 16 hour deadline. He had 16.02. But in my heart they are all Iron men. This is my story.<br />
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<b>Thursday afternoon:</b><br />
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We left Stockholm in the morning around 8. Bags packed and all the gear we needed (Almost, I forgot my pulse band so I had to buy a new one). We picked up Ignacio (An amazing athlete, he is so cool and analytical its hard to believe he is so fast) on the way to Kalmar which is a 5 hour drive. Once we arrived in Kalmar, the first thing we saw where Ironman flags. Thats when I realized, oh my God, this is what I have been training for, for almost 2 years. Unbelievable. Madeleine my partner in crime, was hospitalized one week before the competition so she couldn't carry though with the race, which still saddens me, cause I know she would have loved it. I am real happy that she was there to support me though. I will always love her for it, and when she goes to Barcelona to do her Ironman, I will be there. <br />
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First registrations. This is when you get all your race info, bibs and bags... and the Ironman back pack. Oh I wanted that back back so bad.... Thing is, can't use it if I don´t complete the race.... ahhhhh....nervous.. Pre race meeting, a tennis hall full with 2 700 athletes and 1 400 that have the ambition to accomplish their first Ironman. What a party, damn, music, hug screen, Ironman logo... very American and very very fun. I met so many friends and other triathletes, and everyone is so excited and wishing each other good luck. Its a very humble sport, and everyone is so encouraging. Just love it.<br />
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<b>Friday, the day before race day.</b><br />
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Today is final preparation day, do final gear check, pack transition bags, check-in bike. Sleep, rest, eat. My coach Andreas was in Kalmar as well as my swim coach, Jeff, which felt really really good. Andreas made sure that I had good wheels on my bike, both Jeff and Andreas mounted them. Early bed, had a hard time falling asleep, I was a bit excited<br />
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<b>Saturday race day, 04:00</b><br />
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Alarm goes off, Björn my husband got food poisoning and had been to the john, like 5 times, and I was almost certain that he wasn't going to make it. But he ate like 4 Imodiums (he is probably not going to do anything for a week) We filled all of our water bottles, and did our final preparations, breakfast at 4.30. At 5:10 we went to the transition area and checked the air pressure in our tires, mounted our water bottles and checked that everything was in place. 6:00 back at the hotel, put on our wetsuits and left the hotel at 6:30.<br />
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<b>Race 7:00</b><br />
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<i>Swim 1.49 hours</i><br />
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Rolling start this year, the pros started at 6:55 am. Age group competitors where placed in different groups depending on estimated swim time. Björn and I started in the 1.45 group. I was scared shit. I was happy to have my husband by my side. Swimming has been the part of the race that has worried me the most, Its like my swim coach told me (after the race), when you started your lessons, you sucked. I know, I am still not good, but much better. I entered the water at 7:16 am. The water was luke warm and calm. Warm outdoor weather. The first thing that hit me was that I forgot to check which color buoys where supposed to be on my righthand and lefthand side. So I swam in the wrong direction, after a while I noticed that everybody else where going somewhere else... hahahaha... well I got my act together. The water was nice, lots of jelly fish and the thought going through my head was extend and glide, extend and glide... just like my swim coach instructed me. My swimming was slow but it went well, I never lost my breath and I was calm. When I finally got out of the water, I was so happy, It felt like the worst part of the competition was completed, even though it was the shortest part. After a 10 minute transition, I was ready to bike.<br />
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<i>Bike - 6:17 hours</i><br />
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The biking was completely amazing, since I was one of the last people out of the water I had loads of competitors to chase. I had a great bike day. It started with the Bridge of Öland, a 6K Bridge, and on the other side I saw Happy, mom, Åke, Lilian and Kalle (part of my support team) It gave me loads of energy. The Island is beautiful, and the support along the road is amazing. I was strong, and my legs kept going. I had an energy intake every 15 minutes, just like coach Andreas instructed me to do. I was smiling constantly and I felt Happy and free. I passed a lot of cyclists, I felt like I was in a nintendo race game. my mind was empty, waving at everyone on the sidelines that encouraged me. I just focused on going forward. After Öland it was time to take the bridge back to the main land and we had a head wind that was quite tough, on the top of the bridge it started raining and a local thunderstorms with lightning. I just wanted to get off the damn bridge. The rain was intense but short. After 122K I met my other support team, Madde, Johanna and Anna. (The best girls in the world, I luv them to death) I stopped for a short moment to fill my bottles, Madde told me that I was 10 minutes ahead of my dream time. It felt good. So I continued my journey. 20K left to goal, I felt that okey, this has been fun, but its enough now.<br />
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<i>Run - 4:56</i><br />
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Oh, this is when it gets tough. The marathon. Three 14K loops. The first thing I see, is my girlfriends siting on the sideline drinking Rosé... hmmm.. Evil... hahaha.. My first 6K, my mind was like, damn... I can't do this .. my legs are killing me... But why?... What keeps me going is that, I know its going to feel like this in the beginning, but I know it passes. After 6K I was good. I kept a pretty slow pace, and walked at every aid station. The run is fun, Its social and everyone is helping you every step you take. (A lot of people fart and run and the same time.. its like .. gunshots) The audience is amazing, they call your name and in the city it was crazy. (Denise) My legs didn't like the cobble stone, but who cares, with happy people everywhere. Personally I liked the part outside of the city better. The habitants of Kalmar sat in their gardens praising you, they sang, played music and told you what a hero you are. The first loop was quit good. (I got to kiss Happy) but when It was time to start the second loop it gets hard, 14K is quite a distance and I knew I had 2 loops to go. In my mind... oh no, not two more of those... I had to quickly change my mindset, thoughts like that don't help. So I tried to keep going. After the second loop, I was still a little low until I started talking to a women that I passed, she said. ( Man I envy you, I still have two loops to go), and then I realized, yes I only have one loop left, so after 30K I got my energy back. All the people I met through out the course the encouraged and helped me on the way. My support teams, my Norra Stockholm Endurance team mates, Utbrytarna, competitors, the audience... So many family and friends that I don't want to name them cause I'll forget someone.<br />
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When I only had 2 K left, I Knew that I would make my marathon under 5 hours, my goal. Thats when I realized, damn.... Soon I'll be an Ironman. When I entered the homestretch, the people where cheering, It was sooo unreal. Desiree, your an Ironman! Family, friends, my coach, and most touching of all my daughter Happy in tears, "mom, I am so proud of you". To hear those words from a 13 year old, who had to spend most of this summer on her own because I had so much training, meant the world to me.<br />
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This was my first Ironman, hopefully not the last one. It was amazing.<br />
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<i>My Ironman Pack back! yeayyyyy!!!</i><br />
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<i>A happy couple, I think we smiled through out the race</i></div>
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<i>Coach Andreas and Jeff, you guys are amazing, could never have done this without you</i></div>
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<i>My girls, missing Anna W, one more family member</i></div>
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Queen Desiree's goalshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093933684035355863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631484934488814757.post-14897019667545084192014-08-08T05:18:00.001+02:002014-08-08T06:08:26.616+02:00As prepared as I'll ever be<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-a0zUclQSAITRkDjZgllUoIYI7j59Y9nLcPlZMmzKKIDXXUQ0_tuOUigG6F-F_0XoEs22xAEvdsg3oWki6H3XLPD91SzDuRI0XPhwP8sNkzvpeOT4yNfLTm3_NgjFFuY48FUXhydAAdbp/s640/blogger-image--81851680.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-a0zUclQSAITRkDjZgllUoIYI7j59Y9nLcPlZMmzKKIDXXUQ0_tuOUigG6F-F_0XoEs22xAEvdsg3oWki6H3XLPD91SzDuRI0XPhwP8sNkzvpeOT4yNfLTm3_NgjFFuY48FUXhydAAdbp/s640/blogger-image--81851680.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>I know, I haven't written anything in a very long time. It's not because I didn't want to, I simply haven't had the time. My summer has been quite different than a normal summer. Not only has Sweden had this amazing heatwave (love warm weather) I have been training at a level that I have never experienced before. These past weeks add up to more than 12 training hours a week. Its amazing how the body can adjust. It hasn't always been fun. Its been tiring and really tough sometimes. Train - eat - work. But its a little NIKE... Just do it.<div><br></div><div>9 Days left, I think. My god if you knew what has been going through my mind lately. " Desiree, what is wrong with you? Why are you doing this? Who do you think you are? " What if you can't do it? I have asked myself loads of questions and I have had doubts. I have cried like a baby and laughed like a crazy person. But you know what, whatever the result and however I perform this has truley been my calling. I have made the most fantastic friends, and I am part of a community that I want to be a part of. Everyone I know have different goals and different oppertunities but in the end, its like we are in this together. We help each other, give each other tips and push each other. Everyone wants everyone to succeed. Amazing</div><div><br></div><div>I have been worried about my swimming. I still have a lot to learn but I'll be okey. My focus is not to panic even if I have loads of people around me. Its for me the worst part of the race. Its least time consuming but scariest.</div><div><br></div><div>Then I have biking, 180K. Quite a distance, and It will be a challange, but It will be fun. I had a real bad biking day when I did the half Ironman distance in Vansbro, my legs where like spagetti, my back was killing me and I lost a lot of confidence after that race. But Ironman biking isn't really fair. The better bike you have, the better chance you have of performing better results. I have a new and better bike that fits me and this competition. One amature athlete that impresses me most, is Ignacio, a 30 years old student with a 12 year old bike that he has modified, he is a monster on "gamla Bettan" (its name) a true driven amature athlete that can perform with whatever gear, amazing! I wish I was more like him, he counts on his inner and outter strengh, what I beleive the whole Ironman race was all about initially. </div><div><br></div><div>Finally, the marathon. I already know what thats gonna feel like. PAIN. I'll probably be okey the first 18k after that its gonna hurt. BAD. But Its going be fun. Thats when I get to see family and friends. I just hope knees, calves, and that my body doesn't fall a part.</div><div><br></div><div>So I pray that I stay healthy so that I get the chance to experience my first Ironman ever. Almost 2 years of training and the day is here soon. </div><div><br></div><div>I want to thank you all for the amazing support. Family, especially my daughter Happy who has basically spent the summer holidays on her own, friends, my sponser, collegues, my lecturers, business contacts, training partners, my job, all of you... The love, energy and support has been amazing. Every word, every push, every hug, every link, every comment, everything.... has meant the world to me. Thank you!</div><div><br></div><div>High lights...</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii14uJs39Eslc8E1q8UuWutdS9-lffKNFNOtp3DfeBqGU85HxoSVxZd-tZmpywYTEBUzg-kmISVryL3RPqWsPIuqRZssJtVZA39EQ3yD5pmB5VuxGbg9hDVo778F5kt1a6_s7EtEzCrvOF/s640/blogger-image-1373352293.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii14uJs39Eslc8E1q8UuWutdS9-lffKNFNOtp3DfeBqGU85HxoSVxZd-tZmpywYTEBUzg-kmISVryL3RPqWsPIuqRZssJtVZA39EQ3yD5pmB5VuxGbg9hDVo778F5kt1a6_s7EtEzCrvOF/s640/blogger-image-1373352293.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGMRBA_X5h5OPDI1nxkiqeXrDkKWPmvN31ZHnX2ujzSU7JydRHUAseTLk3mYWdGlHY5zCtwql36uzzTOU4GmFXKt3II0Gtl8uFF9pQjdImX3yz0BW0dunA8owF-U28i1KrG2G6WzVJ56WA/s640/blogger-image--1980852379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqc63Mol4BbWSDOpSZyuxIyQpKFgBZ46jxCHrDktB9t-SINNCtAU_-cb6FZXK55pLULE3VPhwQsYKeKuMDHF_blbty3a2yqKwtrMtD8kQKXGfqkY-y5zd-R3Zrh2LXX5E0YPsKr8nUi8Vx/s640/blogger-image--697942795.jpg"></a></div><div><br></div>Its been an interesting 2 weeks since my last blog post and half marathon in Germany. I have had this inner strange feeling. One day I feel really strong and the next day, I feel like I am not even going to be able to run 5K. I have had nightmares, and have had this strange feeling that everything around me is out of my control. Until I realized why. Since my sick leave last year I have been on SSRI anti-depression pills. I have started to reduce my intake (It takes 3 months) and every time I reduce my intake I get withdrawal symptoms, this time worse than ever. Feel like a drug addict. I understand that I needed these pills before, but It is really scary to be so addicted to something, and they sell them as none addictive... my ass. I can´t wait until this phase is over. I have learned so much about myself this year, and I have become so much more humble towards myself and others. Talk about wake up call.<br>
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I am happy that it hasn't affected my training. I have been able to focus on my schedule and I am very pleased with my results. My next competition is Stockholm Marathon which I am really looking forward to. I am not going to race the clock, I am going to see it as a training session for Ironman, and do it my way. If I feel pain, I am not going to complete the race..... I think.... or I am really going to try not to be stupid proud.... Ironman is this year goal, nothing else. But I really really am bad at giving up... really bad..... Anna a new friend of mine, is a ultra runner (Completes 100k races) might run and hold my hand, just for the fun of it. It would be nice if she could set the pace so I don´t start out like superwoman or something.<br>
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This weekend is a tough one. Its pouring outside and I am going to meet up with my homie, Madde and do a 3 hour biking session. and tomorrow I have a 2 hour run. But its so much fun. Just love doing all of this...... I am really happy, and I have the best friends ever that inspire me... and complement me as an inspirer for others. Some are impressed that I can work full time, train like a crazy person and still have a social life. I have thought about it, and Its TV time that I don't have anymore and my husband and I do this together. And a lot of discipline of course. Every Sunday I go though next weeks training schedule and I book when and what in my calendar. I have to. I also have the best and most flexible employer. If I swim during lunch and come in late, it takes 2 hours. My employer doesn't fight me. I stay in late instead and work extra evening hours. It would really be hard without my family's and friends patience.<br>
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So thank I thank all of you from the bottom of my heart for pushing me, believing in me, complementing me, giving me positive feedback and participating in my beautiful journey in becoming an Ironman. Without you guys it would really be hard to stay inspired. (Colleagues, business partners, twitter friends, Facebook friends, swimming partners, training partners, best friends, family, insta friends, old friends, new friends, club friends, crossfit solid friends... all of you inspire me and keep me going! Thank you<div><br></div><div>German flowers in my hair<br><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeyvosXh5TDaLvIcT4S2NJVqv3qbHFuqRrJ1ftxtkyL-1YHoN9P0LgPk1jgVYE9_G7feJzID4soeh9Pgzrw2mexEVW3Ky32NOyyuKjZU6VyU0ExptEQw4fVtACIXYR44y3rx5FPVDONBSH/s640/blogger-image--1853158098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeyvosXh5TDaLvIcT4S2NJVqv3qbHFuqRrJ1ftxtkyL-1YHoN9P0LgPk1jgVYE9_G7feJzID4soeh9Pgzrw2mexEVW3Ky32NOyyuKjZU6VyU0ExptEQw4fVtACIXYR44y3rx5FPVDONBSH/s640/blogger-image--1853158098.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A short break on todays tour</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1zmuPBg7AaeXcj2Zbc4CPHLPsdmfOKRfhu4rJVKuSnpgMomGOK4b88ZSoadRQrLV166mBfoL05ahEtE2Dvahk7dGPQNhzu9yxxU4K4wz2Ow940t_xGaRww6Wy_GNVAkc3zow64Bl-rnY8/s640/blogger-image--770228881.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1zmuPBg7AaeXcj2Zbc4CPHLPsdmfOKRfhu4rJVKuSnpgMomGOK4b88ZSoadRQrLV166mBfoL05ahEtE2Dvahk7dGPQNhzu9yxxU4K4wz2Ow940t_xGaRww6Wy_GNVAkc3zow64Bl-rnY8/s640/blogger-image--770228881.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Beautiful landscape although wet and cold</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj32ZV1cIVkYI1RcNND_NihCVurJqMAsOb_VB8plIjYlEcquXtTJVVg0zVnqZKCNam30e_6S5zB4zRBzncUasvTH6kHfikCw2ucE2tKuGHXlPMTm0Naw-b55ujOWtskuYrnFZzazB5_c8Z/s640/blogger-image--718028894.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj32ZV1cIVkYI1RcNND_NihCVurJqMAsOb_VB8plIjYlEcquXtTJVVg0zVnqZKCNam30e_6S5zB4zRBzncUasvTH6kHfikCw2ucE2tKuGHXlPMTm0Naw-b55ujOWtskuYrnFZzazB5_c8Z/s640/blogger-image--718028894.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Looking focused</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnc23Aae9fjYyfqTENgcLLoaT1K7DfbQQf55iNutWdLlrEO3Z8CSeAv8EPE2PYGIKZ9VwCF2Vl4JDkmGQWR2p41iGM395zvEz1o-7asrH05sj1i9-WDxbmI6VejWs9yMT0ESwATcpFJSZX/s640/blogger-image--1002922102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnc23Aae9fjYyfqTENgcLLoaT1K7DfbQQf55iNutWdLlrEO3Z8CSeAv8EPE2PYGIKZ9VwCF2Vl4JDkmGQWR2p41iGM395zvEz1o-7asrH05sj1i9-WDxbmI6VejWs9yMT0ESwATcpFJSZX/s640/blogger-image--1002922102.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Pee pee place</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMWL2OzFpmCu1EsoI298k6I3LqpML19i8waaNY0HQUu_hja_xlbF8uu93T52OMEDdHhpHwxsHq-6E6aSqIZ7_b4Axr3KNDDSzQEslv-V0uwG40C01QOBWhfZva0f77t_ba9PoFIvXrDm2E/s640/blogger-image--1897151532.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMWL2OzFpmCu1EsoI298k6I3LqpML19i8waaNY0HQUu_hja_xlbF8uu93T52OMEDdHhpHwxsHq-6E6aSqIZ7_b4Axr3KNDDSzQEslv-V0uwG40C01QOBWhfZva0f77t_ba9PoFIvXrDm2E/s640/blogger-image--1897151532.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Feeling pretty good about ourselves. We did it. Alrhough cold and wet outside</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRc3eZOQSSesvr5yC8AUKW6-8pBtixidaDpYe9oKQsN0v9Az0paTzHtkHr1EGXipwgfFCnRAfrj0_Ek3rt8P1z60oVwF-pGYI_GTJBreCT9nXd9W76MP7NctYjlb1ZQ1Lh3-hHYtCkm1xV/s640/blogger-image--1000778584.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRc3eZOQSSesvr5yC8AUKW6-8pBtixidaDpYe9oKQsN0v9Az0paTzHtkHr1EGXipwgfFCnRAfrj0_Ek3rt8P1z60oVwF-pGYI_GTJBreCT9nXd9W76MP7NctYjlb1ZQ1Lh3-hHYtCkm1xV/s640/blogger-image--1000778584.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">One of my best friends, Anna, entered a competition and her motivation below just blew me into tears. Anna thank you!</div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwi3fGlGCBrk70pePItY3jPsE8ObqGI-PdfM_so1_iIF4d-EKAVj6uAdibT8i2JlzP7ZUHqSPe3Twa4QB5uxle30Xz_seBnwYTHklUf-9fvSQx760kTroTCjvrCQ2ehIwNZ7goEYGLA0Yw/s640/blogger-image-402712644.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwi3fGlGCBrk70pePItY3jPsE8ObqGI-PdfM_so1_iIF4d-EKAVj6uAdibT8i2JlzP7ZUHqSPe3Twa4QB5uxle30Xz_seBnwYTHklUf-9fvSQx760kTroTCjvrCQ2ehIwNZ7goEYGLA0Yw/s640/blogger-image-402712644.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div></div>Queen Desiree's goalshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093933684035355863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631484934488814757.post-24402194099996738012014-04-28T06:24:00.001+02:002014-04-28T06:34:22.833+02:00Lübbenau Halv marathon<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXnwtSU-IKHFcLTEqwl_0Cu35UCvlm7vnPGt5Uq4PhMnQACI7KKZ2Cd2OozLwTi22H1GcCaD0-5Tu_KEa1ECgAewaXmnRS6vsFvruucpemyHOyFqovPFa71KPNSbyRHpOpZd8w3dPQBU07/s640/blogger-image-2119130202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXnwtSU-IKHFcLTEqwl_0Cu35UCvlm7vnPGt5Uq4PhMnQACI7KKZ2Cd2OozLwTi22H1GcCaD0-5Tu_KEa1ECgAewaXmnRS6vsFvruucpemyHOyFqovPFa71KPNSbyRHpOpZd8w3dPQBU07/s640/blogger-image-2119130202.jpg"></a></div>Lübbenau Galb Marathon a 22,2K race, not 21,1. </div><div><br></div><div>Lubbenau, is one of the most fantastic towns ever. Its located in former East Germany and carrys alot of history. My dear friend Jana escaped East Germany at the age of 17, and didnt get to see her family again until the fall of the Berlin Wall. This town is definiatly different. No Wifi anywhere, people actually talk to each other, people leave theirs keys in their apartment doors, most apartments have their own gardens and few speak English. Its Germanys Venice, with channels everywhere.</div><div><br></div><div>I have been speaking German..... You should hear me....I suck.. Hahaha. Okey... Good enough to keep small conversations going and I understood a little. People honestly enjoy that I try. Another observation is that I was the only brown person around... Weird feeling. I mean ONLY.. </div><div><br></div><div>Jana a dear friend and my travelcompany is an intelligent fun-loving women that I enjoy being around. I thank her from the bottom of my heart for sharing her home town, experience, family and interesting history of how it was to live in East Germany. Janas mom has cooked the best meals and she is spoiling us rotten. I feel like 15 again. </div><div><br></div><div>This part of the trip was fantastic..... So the part I really dont want to talk about... The race...</div><div><br></div><div>I started this season with my worst race ever. Awful. I knew I was kinda tired still after Mallorca Training camp, but everything else was good. Nice weather, 23 degree celcius, fantastic company, sunny and the surrounding are amazing. I slept well the night before and breakfast was really good. I started out confident and kept a pretty good pace. My first hour I did 11, 5K, and knew that if I kept my pace I would do great, really great. They had 4 energy stops, with cider, coke and loads of candy. No sportsdrinks. At stop 15k I decided to eat my powergel. Very stupid Idea, after about 5 minutes I felt nausia, then I threw up. Disgusting. Luckily I was carrying a water bottle. At 17 K my calves started cramping. Both. I was about to give up. I had to stop and stretch constantly. I slowed down to a 6 - 6:30 minute per K pace. However, I wanted that damn cucumber. So I had to just keep on going. Lübbennau is known for its cucumbers. My mind was set. However I feel kinda dissapointed and I know I have to do much better If Ironman is going to be a reality. At this moment I have the need to talk with my coach. My confidence got hurt, bad. Just feeling not good enough. My watch stopped at 1:59:06 when I passed 21.1 which is okej, but the feeling of my body not being good enough.... </div><div><br></div><div>Next race is planned for Thursday, Vasby Duathlon.... Feels very distant at this moment.... However I am not giving up, never..... ever... All I need now is my coach and some positive energy</div><div><br></div><div>Getting all fired up</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxWoc8vbDn8j6nrBFQanppxcgmmY75NHJ3TKQq0iDpuhuImufLKaKs44czZMW01VD9VAzGK69y3fanQkAM1E_pkmiNWaWQ16_YRUMdVIi4u6O7Gdt3Yj2pFpIGDHDYkxRZOMD3zAsx4jr/s640/blogger-image-1591383807.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxWoc8vbDn8j6nrBFQanppxcgmmY75NHJ3TKQq0iDpuhuImufLKaKs44czZMW01VD9VAzGK69y3fanQkAM1E_pkmiNWaWQ16_YRUMdVIi4u6O7Gdt3Yj2pFpIGDHDYkxRZOMD3zAsx4jr/s640/blogger-image-1591383807.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Its all about the cucumber, worked for me... Kept me going</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ1OBOb_gfRwluUzboRn9Zs9SN8d3Yv7rB4qCr6y3C5n1urP7FfYE7WcuLj_JOHatgJm7iWF3bQe6yfhAnDZoh00Wp1zde4KnkkKN4ZIcZqIiqb7UJvmCRKptbwAYNeIh_El5htfCikiU5/s640/blogger-image-410849505.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ1OBOb_gfRwluUzboRn9Zs9SN8d3Yv7rB4qCr6y3C5n1urP7FfYE7WcuLj_JOHatgJm7iWF3bQe6yfhAnDZoh00Wp1zde4KnkkKN4ZIcZqIiqb7UJvmCRKptbwAYNeIh_El5htfCikiU5/s640/blogger-image-410849505.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Might be the flatest Marathon but 21 bridges with stairs and 6k stone paths was pretty tough</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1XWwRC2I9E-bM2jkHFG2HG7Vnxd3R0ptdwKuhhoY7Z2YurwQRiTsBXZt54tM6VaKUDxbvewELNdAirze0l7S0dlJHpLB7t5JQMTQR1mbpGwNacWXOjg0Cz4vo2VZ-0AUjszZHAxJsvIO_/s640/blogger-image--1211773738.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1XWwRC2I9E-bM2jkHFG2HG7Vnxd3R0ptdwKuhhoY7Z2YurwQRiTsBXZt54tM6VaKUDxbvewELNdAirze0l7S0dlJHpLB7t5JQMTQR1mbpGwNacWXOjg0Cz4vo2VZ-0AUjszZHAxJsvIO_/s640/blogger-image--1211773738.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Flowers, birds, nature, clean, everywhere. We Swedes have LOTS to learn</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtx6AVouQNjii0pNLWQmQ6cQAl5_XIfstlfekICDo7gl6JwGZEY7JKhDloF2YBf71-qEY1QMxB6bgXwC5BiiGUgX7ccszEvS516Djgjc1B5ZOL9UFAp8ux5p1vlgOqsZAp9wFnWmCi5UNo/s640/blogger-image--2079337925.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtx6AVouQNjii0pNLWQmQ6cQAl5_XIfstlfekICDo7gl6JwGZEY7JKhDloF2YBf71-qEY1QMxB6bgXwC5BiiGUgX7ccszEvS516Djgjc1B5ZOL9UFAp8ux5p1vlgOqsZAp9wFnWmCi5UNo/s640/blogger-image--2079337925.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Castle of Lübbenau</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi98fm-0mpZg2A3m4Gx93UVAaikUYkPrm47r6s9BNGwfcyuxjs6cr3-dWa1bQYriga43zloFsA165N6Aiek_3nR89tHueNwjbRazqBjjjC1SV5pF318CNjX1YuvrLO-sF34lpQwQ7DdECRg/s640/blogger-image-1775517494.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi98fm-0mpZg2A3m4Gx93UVAaikUYkPrm47r6s9BNGwfcyuxjs6cr3-dWa1bQYriga43zloFsA165N6Aiek_3nR89tHueNwjbRazqBjjjC1SV5pF318CNjX1YuvrLO-sF34lpQwQ7DdECRg/s640/blogger-image-1775517494.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div>And a celebration Champagne.. If course...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsWc9e2Mwcj4yr41DAx-lTtKXGCldmt1k60GG3U3JbNcAIkR8OMEUvZ3ntIuEZa-aTegnLg-E7YqMwjDnoZs0T3jCs8a83YvIsnWybA2sdALSbSTe6mB6zR9kgSYsOCy2_L0B4DOkOAqdS/s640/blogger-image--1956648428.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsWc9e2Mwcj4yr41DAx-lTtKXGCldmt1k60GG3U3JbNcAIkR8OMEUvZ3ntIuEZa-aTegnLg-E7YqMwjDnoZs0T3jCs8a83YvIsnWybA2sdALSbSTe6mB6zR9kgSYsOCy2_L0B4DOkOAqdS/s640/blogger-image--1956648428.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div>This is the scenery... 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This very moment, we are on our flight, on our way home, after a simply amazzzziiiing week.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I feel
really good about myself, both inside and out. I had set one important private
goal before my trip..... I wanted to shine (Like Spains sun)
compared to last year. My goals are always my own and I never compare them with
anyone else. Like I always say, I am David, an underdog, doing my own thing, my
own way, my own speed and under guidance of my amazing coach <a href="http://andreaslinden.se/" target="_blank">Andreas Lindén</a>. I
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My first doubt, climbing those damn mountains..... The scenery
is beautiful and its fun..... but really really tough. I have always had problems with going uphill. This year I did a fab job. The first mountain, the first day built my confidence
(When my pulse blew max), so when it was time to climb mountain number 2, on our long
biking tour day I had made up my mind in advance. You can do this Desiree and you
can do it good. I wanted to do approximately 10K per Hour. A lot better than last
years 7-9K per hour. My stupid thing (bike computer) was set on MPH which I forgot
about, so while going uphill my computer didn’t go higher than between 7 – 9 (Mph). Feeling kinda low, but not giving up. When
I finally reached the top, I was like 20 minutes earlier then my personal schedule, and thats when I realized
that I had been doing about 11,2 -14,4 K/h which is almost double last years
speed. For the first time in my life, I was one of those that got to rest
a little while on top, waiting for other members in my group to show up!!! A new experience..... Before I was
ALWAYS last (Every single mountain), so as soon as I was on top, it was time to
continue, tired as hell. That really was a bummer.</div>
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My second doubt, open water swimming. This one I didn’t
overcome completely this year. I was better and more confident then last year but still
not good enough for Ironman. I kind of panic, hate salt water in my mouth
(Feels <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>DRY..... like an old lady's mouth
with dentures) and I still get a bit seasick. Madde did some swimming with me
and she gave me invaluable tips. One perfect tip was to do the back stroke if
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I feel quite confident with my running, I feel relaxed and I
know I have a pretty good pace, although I am a heavy runner……. I always gain
weight when I am under a lot of stress or not feeling mentally relaxed. I have
had some really tough weeks at work, which is right on my hips.... again. But I feel and know that everything is
going to be okey. I had some amazing results this year. On our final race day, I did a
1,5K run keeping a 4:24 minute per K pace! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The best compliment
ever came from my dearest friend Madde: Desiree I wonder if its your indian
blood, because your are a quite runner. (A very good thing) My goal is to keep my feet as light as possible to avoid to
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My strongest recommendation to anyone who wants to go on a
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consideration, <a href="http://mallorcatrainingcamp.se/" target="_blank">Mallorca training camp</a> should be one of your alternatives. </div>
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So Andreas and Jeff, you guys are the best. You gave us a
fun and challenging week (Don't think otherwise). I feel like a cocktail queen that just entered the
next level of her triathlon carrier. Thank you guys!</div>
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Ironmen (male and female) and other trialtheles during our boot camp. Thanks
for all the laughs, pep, tips, stories and simply the best travel company ever!
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Lena, Madde, Johanna, Björn, Happy, Snabba Ida, Snabba Emil,
Mona, Olga, Mia, Johan, Martin, Jimmy, Ingvar, Patrik, Jeff, jennifer,
Andreas, Inte lika snabba men tillräckligt snabba Ida. Hope I got everyone,
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<i>Coach Andreas and Ida, saying good bye, here with Emil and his speedy wife Ida, She completed a 100 Kilometer run... Yes you heard med 100 K running. It took her 11,5 hours. </i></div>
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On the first day of biking we climbed the peak of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Formentor" target="_blank">Formentor</a>. It was tough and my pulse was like way over max pulse, but I kept the flow going, and for the first time I really kept a good pace. It was fun and I felt strong and confident. (Oppps, little lie, I could hardly breath and had a near death experience... But yes I kept a good pace) After 40K of biking we ended our session with a 3K run. </div>
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I came here for the first time 3 years ago. I fell in love with this island immediately. It is an amazing island during spring. Flowers, oranges, lemons. mountains, blue ocean waters, and so on. And not only that, Mallorca is paradise for cyclists, April - June. The whole city of Alcudia is full of cyclists. (My cuz Audrey would love this place. After June however, it gets to hot.<br>
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Today, we had a 3 hour biking session on our schedule. Björn and I agreed on setting our alarm at 7 am. If we don't bike early, Its hard to get the most out of the weekend. 3 hours is 3 hours. My alarm went off at 7 am, but I was tired. It took like 50 minutes to get out of bed. Björn is never any help at this stage... If I go to bed, he goes to bed, if I get up, he gets up. In all of our 17 years together I can count on one hand the times he has gotten up earlier then me on our days off. I started with opening one eye, then the other eye and eventually I threw off my blanket. That part worked fast cause when I start to freeze, I am up. (Get some warm clothes on)<br />
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Today was a beautiful day! Not a cloud in the sky. But cold and windy. (3-4° Celsius, about 37-40° Fahrenheit). I had 2 layers of bottoms, 4 layers of tops, 2 pair of socks, shoe warmers, winter gloves and my favorite winter Scarf. I know, Its not biky to wear a scarf, but I HATE to freeze. There are certain things that a triathlete should never ever wear. Lucky me that a scarf isn't one of them... :-D See newbee NO NO list below:<br />
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Björn said that today was the best he has ever biked with me. A part of the distance he did in his own pace, and I didn't get as far behind as I usually do. (I am always last in my group of friends, I am David my friends are Goliat) So with that in mind, this has been a great day. Even though I had to stay in the shower for more than 30 minutes to thaw..... I was like a chocolate popsicle when I got back. Cold to the BONE.<br />
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<i>My coach Andreas would not agree on this look, I am most certain of that, but damn It felt good. (Luv my Scarf)</i><br />
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Queen Desiree's goalshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093933684035355863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631484934488814757.post-40628600081101089382014-04-02T09:04:00.005+02:002014-04-02T09:15:01.919+02:00Nervs of steel... Or not really<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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OMG... I am starting to realize what I have gotten myself into. How was I thinking? I have the toughest competitions ahead of me, starting out with the easiest one, Lübbenau half marathon. April 26th. It sounds weird calling a half marathon easy, because its not, but if I compare it with the challenges I have ahead of me it is.... Shit..... Just got a reality attack... Dear God, if I survive this year I promise not to get so bigheaded in the future. Well lets just hope all these early mornings have paid off.<br />
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I had my first biking session outdoors last Saturday and it was fab! Boy, It felt so nice to be outside, to feel the power of my bike, the air and the speed. WOW! I LUV my bike. We did a 42K in circles, I didn't mind, I was just happy to get out. I felt like a dairy cow, being let out for spring, leaping with joy...:-D</div>
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So for many reasons, this going to be a very interesting year if I stay healthy. 50, Ironman, more grand children, Mallorca, Berlin, Nice, London, Paris, Audrey Allen, Party, work, "maybe instructor course" and the list goes on. At this moment I really feel fortunate, I have decided to embrace every single day! </div>
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My self-esteem has been a bit on the rocky side lately. Mainly because I am not loosing weight the way I want to. I can't blame it on anyone or anything besides my constant cravings for bread, cheese and loads of nuts. I have realized that my nature is being a fat person. I am just happy that I am married to Björn, a man who doesn't eat candy, coffee bread or unhealthy stuff, except maybe once a month when he stuffs himself with a bag of chips in like 15 minutes. I am lucky he is not a feeder, I would have happily opened my mouth for anything delicious. Anyway, my confidence is slowly coming back. Fuck my weight, I really do not have the energy to focus on my calorie intake anyway. Honestly, It would be great to loose lots of weight before Ironman but at the same time I really have to focus on my growing family, training and work. Bjorn says that my only problems is the loads of bread I eat everyday. So my new test is, no bread until I go to Mallorca in 3 weeks for my training camp. If I cheat he gets to buy a new bike. Thats a pretty good deal, cause he has been on my case constantly wanting to buy new bikes before Ironman, and I constantly say no. Not until we have completed our first Ironman and know this is what we want to do.<br />
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Yesterday was a fun day for several reasons. Started out with a 4,5 hour swim analysis with Mikael Rosén, one of Swedens top outdoor swimmers. We were a group of 8 or 9. All of us with different athletic goals but with the ambition of becoming better swimmers. We had a celebrity onboard as well. Petter Alexis a Swedish rapper. His goal is to do one of the toughest races in Sweden, a swim-run (Ö till Ö) We had a deal during our analysis, "what is said in this room stays in this room", so I can't give you any gossip, however Petter did have the coolest back tattoo ever.<br />
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We are already at the end of February, and this is my year. I embrace every single day feeling.... happy. This is the year I turn 50 as well, and I can't make up my mind if I should have a party, or if I should simply just travel somewhere? I luv to party, and I love to travel, so I really need some help on this one.<br />
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Not only do I turn 50, this is the year of my largest and most demanding athletic goals ever. Its like, why did I wait until 50? I love these challenges, I love endurance sports and I love the fact that my body is strong. Strong enough I hope... :-) I can't regret what I didn't do earlier in life, but I can try to live a long life with new goals and adventures. Is easy to think "why didn't I do this earlier...." But I try to remember that we change, conditions change and we never know what we want tomorrow. I guess that is one of the funs things about life, you never know whats around the corner. And never ever say never<br />
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So whats happening 2014? When I look at the list, I feel kind of crazy, proud, and really good about myself. I might not be able to go through with all the challenges. I might catch a cold, hurt myself or other things happen in my life beyond my control. But I am on the boat, airplane, train... whatever you want to call it, and I feel gooooood. One thing I never thought about before, is that I am spending so much money. This sport is expensive, and I am spending it on killing myself, I think or.... I decided to live by the saying : What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.<br />
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So what are my planned activities?<br />
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<b>April </b><br />
Lûbbenau Half marathon in Germany<br />
<b>May</b><br />
Stockholm Marathon - I might not run the full distance. Most important is, that I listen to by body so I don't hurt myself and miss my Ironman competitions<br />
<b>June</b><br />
Vansbro Triathlon, a half ironman (Huge challenge)<br />
<b>July</b><br />
No competition<br />
<b>August</b><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>Kalmar - Ironman (The challenge)</b></span><br />
<b>September</b><br />
Stockholm - Half Marathon<br />
<b>November</b><br />
Tunnel loppet<br />
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What ever my results are at the end of this year, I never believed that I could do this journey, and know I am doing it.<br />
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Kind a funny, Feel like I could bench press a car. I am stronger than ever.<br />
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Queen Desiree's goalshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093933684035355863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631484934488814757.post-55350918233889810792014-02-16T21:23:00.002+01:002014-02-16T21:23:30.074+01:00A feeling of content<div>
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Sunday evening, and I am sitting in front of my Mac, reflecting on the week that has passed and the week to come. Its been a good week and I am feeling quite good about myself. I have followed this weeks training program, and it has been very awarding. I have had lots of running this week, and my 80 minute run today was a bit of a challenge. Didn't feel like running. But I kicked my own ass out of the house with a little help from my husband and Krister, (a friend on Funbeat, Twitter and Instagram, also doing Ironman 2014). My body has been good to me, and It feels like I have found a flow. I have lost 4,5 kilos (around 10 pounds) and I hope to lose about 10 kilos more (22 pounds). Not that I feel bad about myself, just don't want to carry excess weight during my Ironman challenge. However..... I have had 3 pretty bad food days, one with chocolate, one with cheese and one with candy. But today is a new day and I'll just continue where I left off. I'll be fine. No stress.<br />
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I received an email Friday, my Gym asking me if I wanted to participate in the spinning course. I have 3, 90 minute sessions in march and than a new try-out in April. So I just have to give it my best. At least they think I am inspiring... Thats what the email said anyway. And we are 11 participants that they want to give an extra chance.<br />
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Next week is going to be a challenge, I have hell week at work, with lots of meeting and stuff to do. But with discipline and good planning it should work out. The worst thing that could happen is that I miss one of my training days, but I have learned that If I am over stressed my training is just waist of time. Then Its better to rest, and continue the day after.<br />
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I just hope that Madde, gets well soon, this isn't as fun without her. She has had the worst of bad luck, so she is worth being heathy and achieving great results. She has a winner attitude and a winner mindset. Girl, everything is going to be alright! Together, thats how we are doing this.<br />
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<i>My muscles are starting to get defined due to my weight loss. I always have muscles you just can't see them... :-D</i></div>
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Queen Desiree's goalshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093933684035355863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631484934488814757.post-56055592530103654062014-02-11T18:10:00.001+01:002014-02-11T18:48:55.497+01:00Rejected as a spinning instructor<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqMbPRIB3fGCq-zsb6lj5AWFmFlebTq2oNnMCY2Al_qeCzCn0mIQ_5qGfcKqbbkTgUAYPPNwLI3tcUpMVOFVlega0jxL0l1nOg6VkWgy8_TtTluqDMZxvofnmJ6WORL5NHVvjPV5O-tf8T/s640/blogger-image--396362077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqMbPRIB3fGCq-zsb6lj5AWFmFlebTq2oNnMCY2Al_qeCzCn0mIQ_5qGfcKqbbkTgUAYPPNwLI3tcUpMVOFVlega0jxL0l1nOg6VkWgy8_TtTluqDMZxvofnmJ6WORL5NHVvjPV5O-tf8T/s640/blogger-image--396362077.jpg"></a></div>I know, I always blog on the weekend but its really been hard for me to write this week. I have been so excited about becoming a spinning instructor, I knew it was my fate. Well quess what? It isnt. Everything went so well and I have been fantasizing about my course and seeing myself in the instructor bike. <div><br></div><div>They called me last Friday and informed me that I was soooo close to making it. "Well close isnt good enough in my world" We really liked you but you didnt make it all they way. My first thought, was ".... them" But mature as I am I responded like a grown up. "Oh my, I was hoping so much" before I could continue sounding all grown up, they asked me if I wanted to do a spinning course and work on my techniques and holding my beat. Im like ... hell yes. (And again, I didnt actually use those words) </div><div><br></div><div>I cant honestly give up knowing that they "think" I cant hold my beat? I am glad they wanted me so much that they put me in a couse, but I feel rejected and kinda failed. Its hard to tell the whole world, I am not good enough. Actually I hate it.</div><div><br></div><div>I have had a few days to think about the outcome, and I truley beleive that everything happens for a reason. It wasnt meant to be at this moment. Maybe someone or something is helping me stay focused on this years most important goal? 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Sunday evening, feeling really happy. Just had two glasses of bubbles together with Christina, one of my newest friends, and her beautiful friends. She is one of those people that everyone wants as a friend... Intelligent, beautiful, funny and loyal. She gives me so much energy and makes me feel special.<br />
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This last training week has been amazing. Last Saturday I did 195 minutes of spinning, followed by a Sunday with a 22K run. Monday rest and then 3 totally crazy training days with all of the distances adding up to a Half Ironman. I did it, and I did it very well. When I ended Thursday, it was like wow wow wow. Its really impressive how well my body has responded to all this training. I believe in me... a lot.. but its still like, I have to pinch my own arm to really understand. I don't look like an Ironman, I don't talk like one and my body is more of the size of a "Bullmamma" It's a Swedish expression for a mom who bakes a lot and you can tell it on her figure. Okey, I am slowly losing weight but I still have chubby on my tummy, but how cool isn't it to run faster than all of those skinny girls.... :-)<br />
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Rest on Friday and I had weightlifting on Saturday. I ate dinner at Maddes Saturday night, she is the best cook ever, and I ate soooooo much good food and candy ( I know, I quit eating candy weeks ago......eh.... not.. obviously.... I did quit... but started again.......) I had so much to eat I couldn't sleep... So I spent most of my planned sleep time watching Netflix. So this morning, or should I say this afternoon at10-ish ... I didn't want to go out in the snow slush rainy weather (I was damn tired). I forced myself out. Kicked my own ass, hard. I managed 8K in 45 minutes. Pretty good.. :-)<br />
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I also did my interview for the position as a spinning instructor this afternoon, the finals. It was kind of strange. I honestly don't know how it went. Felt more like I just talked and talked and talked and talked making no sense at all. How interesting can I be? I can still hear my own voice and constant babbling. Some questions came as a total surprise, even though I had though it through carefully. I felt like I was 17 again. You know when you really want something bad, and you kinda talk to much instead of keeping your cool.... I just have to hope for the best.<br />
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I bought a new toy, the most fantastic toy ever. Nothing new or revolutionary, but my daughter started telling me that I should buy a Jawbone since I am always on the run. Mom - she said, It will keep track of all your movement, and you can sleep with it. I wasn't fully convinced at first. My husband and I had bought a Nike fuel band for my mom, which is great cause it keeps her moving... ALOT. But since I work-out a lot I have never really felt the need for any kind of devices. Caroline was going to buy me one in Dubai, but they didn't have one in my size. I started googling and asking around, and realized that this just might be the right device for me for several reasons. One good reason is that I often go to bed way to late and some nights and I don't sleep that well. Jawbone tracks all of my nightly activities. The stats are really interesting, and I just might be able to see a pattern in the future, if physical activity, food intake and my monthly cycle might affect my sleep. Jawbone might help me end my sleepless nights. Another reason is that its connected with my fitness pale, so It keeps track of calorie intake and output. I kinda eat to much. That's really one things I absolutely hate about growing older is that I can´t eat as much.<br />
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Queen Desiree's goalshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093933684035355863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631484934488814757.post-41065746157140732022014-01-18T17:46:00.001+01:002014-01-18T17:46:03.089+01:00Blacks have it in their blood<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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How many times have you heard the expression that "blacks have in their blood when It comes to dancing". Its like... most Swedes think that all blacks can dance, and most blacks can sing. Well its WRONG. Obviously... Either there is something wrong with the color of my skin or that expression is BS.<br />
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I can't sing, everyone who knows me, also know its the pure truth. On the other hand I have a white mom, so I am guessing its from her side of the family, on the other hand, there are quite a few family members on dads side that can´t sing either. But I have always seen myself as a pretty good dancer. Not that I am good at choreography, but I have always been able to hold my beat.... At least thats what I have always thought..<br />
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I have applied to become a spinning instructor at my gym. I love biking outdoors, and I love indoor biking as well. So I applied for the position to instruct 2 classes a week. Why not inspire others while I am working out anyway?<br />
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I went to a meeting in the beginning of december to get more information about the course and how to participate in the try-outs. (Important features are: Keep the beat, know your techniques well and that you have the ability to inspire others). We also had the opportunity to test, and the instructor would give us tips on what we needed to work on before the try-outs. Well I got on that bike an showed them that I had the time of my life. And It was fun. I was proud of my performance and I felt the feeling.... Damn .... I am pretty good! So I felt confident when it was time for my feedback.<br />
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I didn't believe my ears. She said, Desiree, you have to learn how to follow the beat of the music....... Nooo....noooo.. nooo... I didn't hear that... That crazy women said I can't hold my beat? No one has ever told me that before. My stupid reply was "But I am black" She just looked at me. (She really didn't have a sense of humor either) But she said that before the try-outs try taking walks to the beat of the music, and do a lot of indoor cycling. Damn that was some real tough critic. First I just thought she was kinda crazy or that she didn't like me or something. See thats what happens when I don't want to admit that I suck in something. I find excuses....:-D. Well I did my homework, and I realized that I actually kind of suck in holding my pace, in biking, especially between songs and switching between siting and standing. Last friday, I thought it was great idea to do a class before the try-outs on Saturday, so I booked a morning class..... Hmmmm.... If I suck, the instructor of that class sucked even more. I should have guessed, since we only where 12 people booked in advance.... I did spinning to some hindi music. Keeping the beat to normal music isn't that easy, you should have seen me do the Hindi thang. The only thing going through my head was. This better be over soon. He is killing me. I hate this music. I suck.<br />
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Today was the big day. I went there, I did my best and I really tried to keep my beat. I am not sure how it went. I was much better than last time, but I am not sure if I was good enough. We started out with a 40 minute class to test our endurance and techniques, and they said that they would correct us if we did something wrong. So I guess that part went well. And after that we had a 2x2 minute songs each that we instructed or piers, and of course.. I got the worst song ever... Maybe not the worst.. well one girl got "I can Boogie" with Baccara, if they had given me that song.... I would have left. Damn.... I hate Baccara, I may not be-able to keep my beat, but Baccara sure can't sing.<br />
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<i>My dear husband fixing the car so he could drive me this morning</i><br />
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This week has been my recovery week, thats when I have the least amount of training hours. I have only had 5 training sessions this week, none of them exceeding an hour and most of them in a slower pace. Today I had a 60 minute jog scheduled in a slow pace. The timing was perfect. It is the first day of snow in a very long time and I LOVE running in snowy weather. Its quiet, feels warmer and so much lighter outside. In this dark county of Sweden it is needed. The slower pace gave my husband and I the possibility to talk, take pictures and enjoy our jog, just like a nice long walk. Although we ran in a slower pace, took pictures and did some running skill exercises we did a 10k on the hour. In brick shoes ( icebugs). Its nice to come home without feeling exhausted, just purely energized.<br />
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I estimate that I have lost about 2 kilos since I started, I use my tits as a measuring cup. When they don't fit in my hands I know I am way to heavy. If they are small and hide easily behind my hands, thats when my weight is perfect. Usually perfect is somewhere around 65K. So I am about 10 kilos to heavy. Best part is that it doesn't worry me the least anymore. I am strong, in good health and have endurance. And Have have 5 months to lose it, 2 kilos a month. Perfect!<br />
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2013 has been an interesting year, like every year. Good things happen, bad things happen. weird things happen, strange things happen, interesting things happen, new friends are made, some are unfriended. Some days are adventurous and some days are just plain boring. Life.... Just plain life. I think this is something that every single one of us recognize, I just think its important to reflect on the past, and learn from our mistakes and embrace the positives. Here are some examples of my reflections.<br />
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<i>My best memories 2013:</i><br />
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<li>The Island of Corse, France. One of my best vacations together with my wonderful family</li>
<li>Family reunion in Milwaukee together with Caroline, and new Family members where found. My heart beats a little extra for Audrey Allen, a fantastic women and inspirer. And to spend time with Theresa, my sister</li>
<li>Rio de Janeiro, Brazil together with the whole family. Mom, kids people I love. Paradise on Earth. The country of the color blind.</li>
<li>My first Triathlon Olympic distance, 3.10 I still remember the feeling though the whole race</li>
<li>Andreas training days in Stockholm and meeting his other clients, and finding new friends</li>
<li>Spending 24 hours at Grand Hotel with my Husband. He spoils me rotten</li>
<li>Rotterdam with my friend Cici. ghosts and interesting people</li>
<li>My new granddaughter</li>
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<li>Swimming lessons with Annie</li>
<li>Triathlon camp in Mallorca with Madde, Johanna, Björn, Andreas och Ida. Fantastic last day dinner.</li>
<li>Running with Malin Ewerlöf, one of Swedens best runners</li>
<li>Running with Aregawi (World championen 1 500meters) and Jessica Claren (one of the best motivators), </li>
<li>Milan with Caroline, finding out that my kid has a much better sense of direction than I have. Kids are starting to teach me things.... shitty scary</li>
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<li>Riddarfjärdssimning. Awful awful awful</li>
<li>Gaining weight instead of losing weight</li>
<li>Having to deal with idiots - learning how to deal with it, I have no other choice</li>
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<li>Weightlifting with Helena.</li>
<li>Triathlon training by Sjöhistoriska. Doing mini triathlons with people as crazy as me. Went from constantly being last to middle results.</li>
<li>My breakdown - Tough period, but I leaned a lot about myself</li>
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<li>The loss of my first father figure, Lester Williamson</li>
<li>The loss of my first Father-in-law and Caroline and Patrics grandfather, Hans Karlsson.</li>
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2014 - Bring it on, I am ready to rock!<br />
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Canyoning in France, Island of Corse, loved it!<br />
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Family reunion in Milwaukee, Loved the Green tees<br />
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My crazy cousin Audrey, and her 1000 rep challenge. Just try it, you die trying... Trust me<br />
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My homies Annie, and Madde supporting me while doing my half marathon<br />
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Ahhhhhhh my first ever triathlon, Loved IT!!!!<br />
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Dining in Rio with the family<br />
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Spend quality time with one of my favorite homies<br />
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We just have so much fun when spending training time together. Johanna and Madde.<br />
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In memory of 2 of my favorite men, Lester<br />
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My new life with no sugar and why wait until tomorrow to start a healthier life, started our in an interesting way..... ehhh..... Okey, I did eat sugars even if it wasn't much during Christmas holidays, but I also worked out every single day. However I have had loads of cheese, whole milk, cream products and buttery foods. Its been mouth heaven. I am telling you I have had the best meals ever..... Nothing beats home cooking with good ingredients. But Christmas is over, and I have no regrets. I actually feel good because I have honestly made up my mind to loose those extra pounds. Thinking about it.... I have made up my mind to get my whole life more organized, my training, my job and my private life. (I need to spend more time with people I love)<br />
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After consulting with my coach, we agreed on loosing between 0,5 and no more than 1 kilo a week. A faster weightloss than that isn't healthy considering all the training I am doing. I haven't weighed in yet. I have my first scheduled weigh-in on Friday the 10th of January. I guess your wondering why I just dont get on the damn scale and weigh-in? Well I have an idea about how much it is, and I am going to get depressed if I see the actual numbers. But If I feel healthy and feel that my journey is on the right way, it will not bother me as much. To help me on the way, I have reactivated <a href="http://www.myfitnesspal.com/" target="_blank">"My fitness Pal"</a> (The best free online weight loss system with the best Apps ever) I started documenting everything a couple of days ago. If there are more of you out their that want to loose weight together with me, get registered, and its like Facebook, we can follow and support each other on our journey. My user name is Queenblomberg... of course. To make things easier I have bought a kitchen scale. I have realized that I have a tendency to eat larger meals than I am supposed to, so to start with I am weighing everything until I have a better eye about how much everything is.<br />
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I love eating out for lunch, so one challenge I have, is to find restaurants that have healthy alternatives without eating cucumbers and slices of tomatoes. One new favorite is <a href="http://moodstockholm.se/butiker/ichaicha/" target="_blank">Ichaicha</a>. Its been around for a couple of years but I ate there for the first time the other day. You have 3 choices, what type of meat you want, side order and sauce. My combo added up to 200 Kcal. It was healthy, tasty and it kept me filled up until dinner. It didn't only taste better, it was faster than Mcdonalds.<br />
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I have been thinking, why wait until after Christmas with eating healthier when I can start eating healthier today? When It comes to different goals we often say, "I´ll will start tomorrow, I will start on Monday, I will start after my vacation or It will be my New Year promise. It could be a healthier life style, quit smoking, quit lying or becoming a better person in general. Why wait until tomorrow? I don´t even know if I am alive tomorrow. Just do what ever you feel you want TODAY. Just make sure this is really what you want, and not something to please others.<br />
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Queen Desiree's goalshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093933684035355863noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631484934488814757.post-40620224681139526462013-12-08T21:57:00.001+01:002013-12-08T22:01:01.013+01:00Dark Sunday run<div>
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My husband came home with a fun toy the other day. A flashlight. Living in Sweden winter months is the same as total darkness sometime after 3 pm. It's one of those flashlights that is built in a headband. I know my husband means well and the flashlight is great, but I feel kinda nerdy running around looking like a miner. I wore it for the first time today when I did a 20K jog in my Icebugs that mom bought me 2 years ago. Actually I was happy that it was dark out, cause it wasn't a pretty sight. To the extent that my ponytail turned into a chunk of ice. It was tough today. I really had to switch on my Ironman brain, and just make up my mind. It was cold, slippery and dark, I felt kind of tired and my thighs, inner thighs and calves started to retract after about 14K. This has never happened to me before. I think it was because it was the first time I used my Icebugs this season, and they are heavier and the sole is harder than my normal running shoes. It like Andreas said. He think my legs are going to feel like frozen fish sticks tomorrow... No s..t... They feel like frozen fish sticks this very moment and it only been 4 hours.<br />
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Queen Desiree's goalshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093933684035355863noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631484934488814757.post-66905347763890523132013-12-01T09:56:00.001+01:002013-12-01T09:56:17.632+01:00Triathlon fun - Triathlon economics not so fun<div>
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No matter how I twist and turn dollars and cents, triathlon is an incredibly expensive sport to do. There are three different sports that require different skills and different equipment.<br />
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I am torn by theories that staying healthy and active doesn't have to be expensive. All you need to go out jogging is a pair of good running shoes and some comfortable clothes, an old bike to bike on or a swimsuit, googles and some water to swim. You can take walks and do sit-ups at home. It takes a lot of discipline but its doable.<br />
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When It comes to healthy eating, its the same thing. Yes veggies are expensive and so is good fish and meats. But I honestly believe that in the long run, if you skip sugars, snacks, candy, sodas, processed foods and eat smaller portions of healthy choices the cost of eating would be the same.<br />
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So what tears me up if the equation is so easy?...... Boring..... My gosh, How fun would life be if you couldn't enjoy a bag of potato chips now and then, red wine or some home-made bullar? Its fun to buy a good bike, comfy wet-suit or to attend training-camps/races and learn techniques from experts.<br />
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I think it also depends on what level yo want to do things. I often think about this cool girl that I met at Vätternrundan, a Swedish bike race that is 300K long (186 miles). She had this old bike that she borrowed from her mom, it had 3 gears. It took her 24 hours to complete the race. I had a 20 geared racer and it took me 12 hours and 20 minutes. But her performance was so much better than mine. That mental strength to bike 24 hours, on a bike she had to push up all the hills? Simply amazing. And she is proof that things can be done affordable if you choose to do it your way. I keep her in mind so I stick with reality, because I am never going to be a professional athlete but I do want to make a serious effort in doing the best I can. (Desiree does not need a TT-bike, triathlon bike)<br />
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However I do spend ALOT of money on my journey to becoming an Ironman. So how does this work for me? I see it as an investment in me and my health, and I skip other things like shopping and I don´t eat out often. And like all elite athletes I have a sponsor, probably the best sponsor in the whole wide world. My mom. She supports me, she follows all of my achievements, races, everything. I love knowing that she is interested. And now and then, she supports me financially with a little something that makes my journey easier or more fun. Thanks mom, your the best!<br />
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Queen Desiree's goalshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093933684035355863noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631484934488814757.post-37893377475215418022013-11-22T06:26:00.000+01:002013-11-22T06:26:41.291+01:00My coach, my progress, my new epithet<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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Life feels so good right now, my progress is amazing, my coach is grand and I just became a grandmother. Being a granny is so cool. I look so much forward to spoiling my grandchildren to death and telling them all of these granny stories, just like they do in the movies. I am going to pester them with Ironman, marathon and vätternrundan stories, and they are going to say, granny you already told us that story, at least 10 times. Well you better listen again, cause its granny's favorite story. I have all the answers already.... :-) Granny or not, I just can´t use granny as my epithet. My dearest sister and one of my best friends, Theresa has been a granny for a while, and I have teased her sooo much. She is persistent. I am no granny to you, I am nana. Nana it is, Iron nana. Like the sound of it already. (Sorry Theresa for the 10 years of pain I caused, please don´t beat me up, like you used to do when we where kids). I am going to be an iron nana no matter what, just like my mom is. I will always be there for my grand kids.<br />
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<i>Nanas daughter and grandkids, I luv em, they are sooo beautiful! (I am auntie)</i></div>
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<i>Me and my granddaughter soon...:-)</i></div>
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<i>My oldest daughter Yvonne, she has had an amazing journey. I am proud of her.</i></div>
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<i>The rest of my amazing kids, Patric, Caroline and Happy. I am blessed</i></div>
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<i>I found this in my smart phone, why did I take this picture? Its stupid, old and blurry... I share everything with you... :-)</i></div>
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