Thursday, January 29, 2009

Bike for Sale


Now that I have my new bike, it is time to find a new owner for the Kestrel. Here are the specifics:

  • 2006 Kestrel AirFoil Pro Carbon TT/Triathlon bike

  • 50cm Frame

  • Purchased in Jan '07 and ridden until Oct '08

  • Shimano Ultegra Components

  • Bontranger Select 650 wheels

  • FSA Carbon 53/36 Crank (172.5mm shaft)

  • Profile T2 aerobars

  • Never crashed (unlike my new bike...)

  • Asking $1800 obo

  • I also have an FSA carbon compact crank and will post that on craigslist. If you're interested in the bike or crank, shoot me an email.

    Monday, January 26, 2009

    Running with the Husband

    Yesterday Joe and I headed out for a very rare run together. I was looking forward to it and dreading it at the same time. Dreading it because of Saturday's extended disco-mix run (Shawn swore it was an 8 mi loop...not!), but happy to be doing something athletic outdoors with my husband even in the 32 degree cold. Secretly I was hoping I could kick his ass on the run. He is a faster runner than me so I was hoping his sporadic training would give me an advantage, which it did for like the first 3 miles. Then we hit the hills. Mr. Fresh-as-a-Daisy then hit his stride... Sophie of course put us both to shame, literally pulling me at a good clip until we got to the part of my route where I can let her off the lead.

    Joe wore the ipod shuffle. He missed the sound the ice in the lake made after Sophie chased the geese into the water (it sounded like ice in a glass or a chandelier). I missed a little friendly banter--I'm used to running AND chatting! We made it past the hills and around UofR lake once before I was toast. The last little hill off-road/track section that leads home was too much for me and I let him go on ahead. I felt like shaking my fist at him a la Snoopy after the Red Baron, "I'll get you some day!"

    Monday, January 19, 2009

    A lesson in courage

    We all remember middle school, don't we? The name of the game was conformity--don't stand out or make yourself different in any way shape or form. Because if you do, you'll get laughed at...and that is a fate worse than death.

    Now, for Maddy, the beginning of middle school has also meant the start of cotillion. Cotillion is where kids go to learn social graces and dancing. Girls wear white gloves and the boys wear ties. It seems to me a very southern thing. Luckily they engineer the dancing so that there is no being "asked" to dance. You are paired with whomever you promenade in with--girls on one side, boys the other. Older kids act as helpers and fill in partner gaps. There is never the embarrassment of being left sitting against the wall.

    Not being a native Richmonder, I didn't understand the importance of cotillion and its associated rituals when we went through this process with Jim. Among these: that cotillion carpools are best established while the kids are still in utero; that you need a posse of friends to go cruise the mall with afterwards; and finally, that even when you dress kids up in nice clothes and white gloves, the boys will still act like they're too cool and the girls will be giggly. We moved to Richmond too late to get Jim into a fun carpool, so he missed out on all that.

    Maddy's cotillion carpool is made up of 5 girls who have been her good friends since preschool. They don't all go to the same school now, but have managed to stay close. My first experience driving the carpool was enlightening; on our way to dinner afterward, the girls all talked about which boys have sweaty palms, can't lead, or lead well. (The boys who do know the dances and lead rank high on their list of desirable partners!) Each dance has a theme, so in early November the girls wore "patriotic colors" to coincide with the election, and in December they have a Holly Ball which they attend with their dad or Mom (or in Maddy's case with Jim. This past weekend was "Disco Fever."

    When Maddy got home from school on Friday, we started working on her "disco" outfit, and I must say we came up with something worthy of Studio 54. Black slinky pants, a silver lame camisole topped with a black bolero sweater, and dangly earrings. But the piece de resistence was the afro wig Maddy insisted on wearing (it had been part of Joe's halloween costume). To be safe, I put her hair in a bun so if she decided not to wear the wig the whole night, she'd still look good.

    That girl worked the outfit!!! She wore the wig for the whole evening, and received quite a few compliments to boot! I didn't think she'd have the guts to see the outfit through for the whole evening. I told her if she could have fun with it and laugh at herself for doing it, all the better. And she did. I never would've had the balls to do that in 6th grade. I'm so proud of her.

    So, put yourself out there! Don't be afraid. You might surprise yourself.

    Sunday, January 11, 2009

    Third?!


    So, this woman, Lokelani McMichael, won third hottest female triathlete of 2008. Damn. I wanna look like that...
    But I do think I have her beat on having a hotter bike!