Growing Young

21 02 2012

So, since I sold the minivan a great deal of my time the last two weeks has been spent looking for a new car.  There are way too many options out there.   What I did know is that I was done with this:

PS – no duct tape, but man that van was well used on the inside!

After lots and lots of research we decided on the Subaru Impreza Hatchback.  It’s so not a minivan.  Best feature:  36 mpg highway!  Second best feature:  All Wheel Drive!!  We pick up our beauty this weekend and I’m down right giddy!

I was reading some of the reviews today (yes, we have already decided but since the car is 2 hours away I can’t go stare at it so I stalk it online) and learned that the target audience for the Impreza is the just our of college crowd.  They called it “my first grown up car that’s not really grown up.”   So, I’m take that as a sign that I am young at heart and can’t wait to park in all the compact parking spots!


I Accidentally Sold Our Minivan

14 02 2012

How do you accidently sell a car?
You start talking with your spouse about *maybe* buying a more fuel efficient car. (I spent over $100 in gas LAST WEEK!)
Next you say do yourself maybe I should listed on craigslist and see what happens.
Then of course someone immediately wants to buy it.
Finally you have to break it to your spouse that you’re getting a new car.  Oh yeah, now.
Oh yeah but first you actually have to find the right new car.  This is much more difficult than I would have imagined.

The Yes, I actually said that post.

2 02 2012

Before I tell you my story I must first give you a few facts:

This will be my third season working for REV3.  It will also be my third season racing on their age group team.

Because I have been to all but 1 REV3 race (that’s EVER) I have a LOT of REV3 shirts.  Even when I’m working I grab a leftover finisher shirt if they have them, I just love these shirts and I always get stopped with questions about my cool shirt.  I like this because 1.  I am an attention hog.  2.  It promotes REV3.

Even my kids have REV3 shirts, my husband has REV3 shirts – if there were a dog REV3 shirt Bodhi would wear it.

So, we are geared out.  Got it?  Get ready for a healthy does of stupid.

Ok, take a look at my very first REV3 finisher shirt and pay close attention to the R logo.

Dinner at CoachKati’s last night, Mr. Coach was wearing one of his REV3 shirts:

A:  Hey Daddy, look those lines inside the R make a 3, like for REV3

E:  Duh, we have talked about that at dinner before.

Mr. Coach:  Still laughing

This went on for a few min, at which point I looked down at the REV3 shirt I was wearing at the time and admitted:

“Um, I never noticed that before.  Seriously, ever.”

I think it took Mr. Coach about 2.5 seconds before he was on the phone texting Charlie (my boss) to relay the story.

There you have it, a wonderful CoachKati blonde moment of the year.   (I guess in this case a brunette moment because I’m a brunette!)

It’s about darn time!

31 01 2012

The last year and a half has been a roller coaster.  (Both emotionally and physically, but here I am just talking about the physical part.)  I went from a PR for a HIM in May of 2010 to beginning Jan. 2012 struggling to run at all regularly, off my bike since FOREVER and a little slow in the pool.  Oh yeah, then there’s this extra 15 lbs. (ok, really 20) of FAT I’m lugging around.

I am such a champ at feeling sorry for myself.   Being the middle of 3 children I’ve had lots of practice.   I know you older children think you had too much responsibility and pressure and you poor, poor youngest children think you were neglected and forced to do all your older sibling’s stuff wearing only hand-me-downs – blah, blah, blah.  What us middle children know is that while the oldest was being carted around to six million activities and pushed too hard and the youngest was being drug along to all those activities what really sucked was being the middle that your parents’ FORGOT AT HOME.

Don’t worry, I’m saving up for a therapist.

Back to my training, or lack of training.  I finally ran out of self-pity and did something I don’t do well at all – I asked for help.  Having been a tri coach and before that a personal trainer and before that a swim coach for many many moons it’s hard to believe I have never had a coach.  I never felt like I was ready to train at the level that in my mind deserved a coach.  I also assumed that I always know what’s best for me.


Turns out I am fantastic at what’s best for other people but don’t really seem to do the whole ‘what I need to be doing well’ thing very good at all.  I’m sure I can blame it on my parents or my older and younger siblings somehow but I’ll again leave that to the therapist I will one day hire.

For now, let me tell you about my coach.  I am pretty vulnerable and fragile about this whole out of shape thing.  That’s what happens when a most of your life is spent coaching or working with athletes.  Or when you’re the middle child, but I digress.  I knew I needed a coach that I could really, really trust.  Trust for two reasons:  first, I needed someone that I know is building me up and not judging the fitness I don’t have, second, I needed to trust that  my coach would tell it to me straight and kick me in the pants when I’m being whinny and making excuses.

So, I called Carole.  She is the one person I trust to put me back together.  I also know she’s an only child so I figure she’s got just as many issues as me : )  I’m really excited about this new adventure in training which will include a yoga class each week with my sweet daughter.   Great things are on the horizon, I can feel it!!

Hi, My Name is Kati and I am a Medical Freak

27 01 2012

You know those friends that call you with the most random, who the hell does that really happen to medical issues.   You are watching the freaky TLC medical examiner or even my favorite true to life medical drama House and realize that your medical freak friend has actually called you within the last month with at least one of those issues.  Hi, my name is Kati and I am that friend.

Probably even worse, I watch those shows and self-diagnose.  I am sure I am a doctor’s dream. 🙂

So here is my latest for your amusement.   Thanks to my aging body parts I now go through bouts of insomnia once a month.  Yes, I had most of those parts removed that would trigger those hormones.   Here I must remind you that I am indeed a medical freak so my body can still produce copious amounts of estrogen that keeps me awake for 2-3 hours a night, 2-3 nights a month.  It’s real fun.  I’m sure it makes me a delight to live with.

Back to my sleepless night.  I got fed up with tossing and turning and decided to read.  Trying to be a good wife (I work at that every once and a while) I pulled the covers over my head and read on my phone (my Nook phone app) for about an hour.  After finishing my book I turned off my phone and closed my eyes.

Imagine my surprise when I opened my eyes again and one wasn’t working.   Not seeing spots, not fuzzy but seeing all black – not working.  I blinked a couple of times, still all black.

Now, having watched my medical dramas I knew that one of three things was going on:

1.  I ate too many avocados on a full moon that fell on a Thursday, causing an imbalance in my electrolytes, which in turn caused my Vit. b12 to drop.  This was then causing me to have a stroke.  It could happen, ask House.

2.  The mixture of laundry detergent and cat litter caused a chemical reaction that caused all the free radicals in my body to attack my optic nerve.  Seriously, I think I saw that on Dr. G.

3.  The light of the phone was making me temporarily blind in one eye.

Now, knowing that I am, indeed a medical freak I think we can rule out number 3 right off the bat.   Moving on.  Knowing that when my husband read number 2 he laughed out loud because I neither do laundry OR change the cat litter I think we can rule out number 2.

So, there I was, 3:30 am and surely having a stroke.  Although I am a medical freak and as I stated above a delight to live with I try not to wake my husband if it’s not an absolute emergency.  I decided to manage the stroke on my own and he would certainly wake up when I began convulsing.

Funny thing about trying to stay awake – you automatically fall asleep.  So, either I fell asleep or went into a coma.  You will all be happy to know when I woke up I had my vision in both eyes and there were no signs that my stroke even happened!  A normal person would take the moral of this story as, Don’t assume the worst – it clearly wasn’t a stroke.  Me, I’m choosing instead to have my moral of the story be, I need better sleeping pills. 

Stretching the Leash

7 01 2012

With all of my son’s struggles with school this year we decided he really needed some success right now.  For the last two years he has begged to join the ski team at our local ski resort.  Because it is a big commimtment, both finanial and time, we resisted.  This year we bit the bullet and let him join.

The fees and cost of skis hurt, but what has come out of ski team has been beautiful.  E is up at the crack of dawn so excited to get to practice.  His coaches say he is working hard and making great improvements. His big goal is to move up to the race team, my big goal for him is that he continues to find joy and success all season.   Today at ski practice I realized we have found more success than just skiing down the hill.

I was reading a wonderful blog post 25 Rules s for Mothers of Sons  and the last one really spoke to me.  Be his home.  I haven’t had a lot of chances to let E roam free.  We have never lived in a neighborhood where he can just go out and roam free.  Hard to be his home when he never leaves!  When we arrived for E`s first ski team practice he asked if he could go for a run on his own before practice.   ON HIS OWN!!  ACK!

Watching my 9 year old go up on the lift by himself and waiting while he skied down on his own almost killed me.  We both survived.  Now I let him take a few runs each time before practice and sit in the lodge and smile.   I am his homebase and he can go out on the mountain and explore.  I love the new freedom for him and a even love the new freedom for me!

I know as he gets older he will venture further from home , but for now a few miles on the ski slopes of far enough!

REV3 Run Across America

6 01 2012

As if I needed another reason to brag about the company I work for . . . .

Our charity partner, The Ulman Cancer Fund found themselves in need of $100,000 to fund their patient navigation program.  Please, please take a look at the Ulman website.  They do amazing things for young adults with cancer.  I have worked with the staff of the Ulman fund for the last two years timing their race (Half Full Tri) and all I can say is WOW.

The staff at REV3 decided they wanted to raise money and awareness for Ulman.  Why go small when you can run for 15 miles a day for 21 days?   10 members of the REV3 staff will be running ACROSS the whole COUNTRY!!

I can’t join them for 21 days, but Paul and I will be ATLEAST finishing the run from the ‘Burg to MD with them.  I also plan to run each and every day that they are running.  21 days.  Want to run too?  Check out the map above (if you click on the map it will take you to the site!) and find some days to come run along or be a relief runner.  Can’t travel?   Run virtually!  We will be challenging tri and running groups to log their miles to compete for prizes.  Can’t run (or even if you can!!!) – DONATE!