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Thank You

Posted in Random on August 24, 2011 by eeodim

I’d like to think I was raised pretty well.  I was taught to mind my P’s and Q’s, put the toilet seat down, use my best judgement when facing a difficult decision, and maybe most importantly, say please and thank you.

I am not about to pull out my list and give my “I’d like to thank God for none of this would be possible speech,” but I do want to take a minute to say thanks.

Almost 1 year ago to the day I started this blog as a way to document my life as I trained for IMLOU.  I think it’s safe to say that it would have been damn near impossible to continue the training regimen without the support of all my family and countless friends.  The gamut ranged from my wife to my dentist and even the guy I get coffee from in the morning.  The outpouring of love and well wishes has been absolutely overwhelming and I am humbled.  I feel extremely blessed to have so many people in my corner.  The list is too long to thank everyone by name here, but I hope to extend my gratitue to everyone individually at some point down the line here.

Former British Prime Minister, Benjamin Disraeli stated ever so eloquently:

“I feel a very unusual sensation – if it is not indigestion, I think it must be gratitude.”

Not sure there’s anything else more to be said.  Thank you and have a good night.


Turn your head and cough please

Posted in Random on August 24, 2011 by eeodim

I promised wifey I would get a physical before the big race.  So there I sat yesterday in the sterile doc’s office waiting to be poked and prodded.  I haven’t had a full physical in probably 2+ years, so I was actually curious myself if all the parts were still in working order.  After a series of tests I’m happy to report I’m good to go for IMLOU.  In fact, the doc reported that I have the lungs of a 20 year old – whoo hoo.  Whether or not this makes a difference on Sunday remains to be seen, but it’s still kinda cool nonetheless.

A day to forget

Posted in Random on August 22, 2011 by eeodim

With IMLOU only a few days away, this past Saturday was to be the last “lengthy” ride before the big race.  A moderate 2.5 hour ride at an easy pace – more to loosen up the legs and keep the bike skills sharp over gaining any type of fitness.  JW and I decided to do the ride together, so we met at 6 a.m. and headed out for a roughly 40 mile ride that we had done numerous times before.  We actually thought we had caught some luck rain hit our area the evening prior and more was scheduled for later that day.  Nonetheless, it was a beautiful morning and we were happy to enjoy each others company.  Until …

Act I.  

I’m guessing half way through the ride and we were finally starting to hit our stride.  One thing most cyclists love to do is go fast – get in that crouch position, kick it into a higher gear and zoom past other cyclists as if they’re standing still.  After trudging through some moderate hills JW found an opportunity to kick it into 5th gear.  He sees another cyclist a few hundred yards ahead of us, looks at me and says “I’m blowing past that guy” and takes off.  Not being one to sit on my hands I take off after him and feel the rush as we both whiz by him like he was going backwards.  What JW and I quickly came to realize was this guy was going slow on purpose.  We were so wrapped up making this guy feel like a turtle that we blatantly missed that the road up ahead was being worked on and quickly turned from pavement to gravel.  In a heartbeat, I flew past JW over the gravel and on to the grass that ran next to the road.  Thankfully, I didn’t blow a tire/tube or more importantly fall.  I quickly looked back to make out the fate of JW and there I found him on the ground with a big ‘ol smile on his face.  He had tried to slow down and make a turn on the gravel only to fall at a slow speed.  Thank God it wasn’t worse.  We actually found it pretty funny in hindsight as he mentioned he had just finished cleaning his bike earlier in the week.  As a perfectionist, I knew he was steaming inside as he’d just have to clean the whole thing again – I couldn’t help but laugh.  To throw fuel on the fire, I made sure to bring up that every time he chooses the route we inevitably hit a road with gravel – every single time.  A little dirty and with our ego’s now firmly in check we shrugged off the incident and continued on our ride.

Act II.

We were almost home when I suggested we tag on this small section of hills that run through this beautiful wooded reservation.  It would take an extra 10 minutes and it would get us right at 2.5 hours for the day.  It’s a section that we had both rode countless times over the past year and a half.  You put in the work to go up and then are rewarded with a nice little downhill at the end for your efforts.  Usually a great way to end a workout.  Saturday was a bit different.

As I mentioned earlier rain had come down the prior evening, so the roads were still a bit wet in certain places – especially in the shaded wooded reservation.  I had made a right turn to head down the last descent and soon enough JW had zipped past me.  With him a good 20-30 yards ahead of me I was confident my speed wasn’t an issue.  Unfortunately, I was wrong.  With the roads still a bit damp I wasn’t confident of making any sharp turns, so I gradually drifted to the outside of the road (at approx. 25-30 mph) as I gently, but firmly applied the brakes.  I ended up drifting too wide and ran over a slew of tree branches that had fallen from the storm.  I had time to think “Oh Shit” before heading over the handlebars and onto the pavement.   I slid down the road managing to scrape up both shoulders, my back, my knees, and smacking my head against the pavement for good measure.  The good news out of all of this is my bike landed on me and then flipped up onto the grass shoulder, so it wasn’t damaged too badly.  The shifters were banged up, but the mechanic said at first glance things seemed to be okay.

Apparently feeling a bit left out as if he  didn’t get his fill of excitement for the day from his earlier spill, JW decided to run over a huge pot hole and damage his rear wheel.  He was able to ride home, but upon closer inspection he found a bulge in the wheel causing it to rub slightly on the brake pad.  It sounds like he should be able to take care of it via some overnight shipping to a wheelbuilder in California, but geez what a day.

All things considered the day could have been much worse.  I know way too many people who have been in cycling accidents only to come out far worse than we did.  Yes, I feel sore and have a bunch of bruises and scrapes, but it beats broken bones or any type of head trauma (thank God for my helmet!).  Thankfully, JW was able to control his bike or he could have had a nasty spill as well.  Good Lord to think what our wives would have said if we both came home banged up!!  The plan for the rest of the week will have to be adjusted a bit – I won’t be getting in any more swims as I don’t want the stretching to open up the wounds.  The bike is in the shop until Wednesday, so the only rides I can get in will be late in the week.  I will try to get in a jog or two here in the next few days just to see how sore I really am.

Thanks to all the friends and family who reached out and asked about my well being.  I’m lucky to have a great support crew.

Thanks to JW for being Johnny on the spot with the camera!

Oh, and yes Mom, I’m ok.  Please don’t worry about me  🙂

“Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the face.”

Posted in Random on August 4, 2011 by eeodim

I had dinner with my boy, Sam, last night and he’s giving me advice for the big day.  He tells me stay calm, don’t listen to music as it might get you too excited thereby wasting energy, and then he finished by giving me a number of ideas for special needs bag.  He finished the dinner by telling me this:  “Mike Tyson said it best … Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the face.”  His point is that no matter what I plan for something is bound to go wrong.  All you can do is find a solution to the problem and keep it moving.  Easier said than done, but I hear what he’s saying.

If you remember, I wrote about Sam not too long ago.  He just finished IMUSA (Lake Placid) after being hit by two cars during his training- amazing. actually profiled him after the race – definitely worth the read.

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Posted in Random on August 3, 2011 by eeodim

I mention my wife, Sarah, in a lot of posts, so I figured I would get her more involved in this blog project.  I recently solicited her services and asked her to contribute by writing a post that told her story as the spouse of an Ironman-wannabe.  She did an unbelievable job articulating her sentiments by writing a thougthful and entertaining perspective on what it’s like to be an Iron-Widow

“I will love, honor, and cherish you for all the days of our life”. These words definitely do apply, but know one ever told me that eventually I would have to add, “ agree to all of your extracurricular endeavors, eat dinner alone with the kids most nights, discuss important family issues via email etc”. These new vows have been a product of my husband’s dire need to torture his body, mind, and my sanity by participating in an Ironman.

Ironically, what first attracted me to Evan nine years ago was his svelte figure and incessant workout schedule.  The man was a fit beyond my expectations. I loved all the lines that highlighted his “manhood”. The washboard abs, muscular thighs, impeccably built chest, everything about him was so enticing. From day one, I knew that he was a workout junky and at first it was beautiful.  He was dedicated and determined to be physically active and I was so proud of him for having the drive to keep everything balanced. Then as we became more serious all of the initial “love at first sight” moments became fleeting images as the responsibility of adulthood set in.

We are both quite passionate about our careers and we knew we would be adding to our family at some point.  I thought that once this these additions began, the life we once knew filled with work-outs, long work schedules, and alone time would too become sparingly trickled about our new combined responsibility of being parents and running a house hold, silly me!!


Year after year, a new activity began to blossom.  I used to think my husband forgot he was married, had kids, and worked a full-time job. He would come home like an excited schoolboy and inevitably tell me he wanted to try a new “thing”. First it was basketball with the guys every Tuesday night.  This meant we didn’t see Daddy on Tuesday’s because he didn’t arrive home until nearly 11 p.m. It was way past all of our bedtimes including his own. Next, it was amateur soccer at Chelsea Piers.  This activity required at least 2-3 practices per weeknight and some kind of match on the weekend.  “White-Collar” boxing, which was introduced to me four months after our youngest daughter was born, followed soccer. “Yeah, now you want to be physically disfigured or worse, Great!!!!” And the newest thing he came to me with over a year ago is, he wants to be a triathlete. All of these activities were brought to me with such enthusiasm and eagerness that it was hard for me to diminish his love for the sports and I had to accept that it was not going to end anytime soon, despite all of the family obligations.


I have always tried to be the type of woman who would never stop my significant other from doing what he loved.  At times I may get upset or become irrational when something new was brought up, but for the most part I have endured everything. The late nights, the incredibly difficult workouts, the feelings of being alone and having a roommate instead of a partner in life, these feelings continually dampened my spirits. I found myself resenting the man I loved and for the very same reason that I fell in love with him. It was becoming too difficult to handle.

When I was first introduced to the idea of a triathlon, I thought, “you want to do what?”  You hate running, can’t swim very well, and I can’t imagine long bike rides are healthy for your baby-making package. I really felt like he had finally lost his mind. Now I was really going to be alone because I would have to check this man into a mental hospital.

Me & JW (culprit for getting me into Tri's)

He really had gone off the deep end and now I will never get him back.  My next reaction was which one of your friends is making you do this? (JW) You can’t possibly think this is a good idea. Why would some want to intentionally put their mind and body through agony? Why does anyone think this is a good idea? It was really difficult for me to comprehend his intentions. Once I knew he was serious about taking on this adventure, I began to cry. I couldn’t imagine having to cope with my career, the kids and all of their activities, cooking meals, taking care of the house, and having to do it alone because he would never be around. I barely had time to wipe my own rear-end, let alone do everything required to run a household and still have time for myself and oh wait spend time with my husband too.


Once the heavy training began, passion for this sport exuded from him. He really was so dedicated to doing it the right way.  It was difficult at first to find a balance that worked for both of us.  He promised me that he would do his best to not let the training interfere with the family time. Yeah, I’ve heard that before I thought. Deep down I was always anticipating being constantly angry. Quite frankly I didn’t believe he could manage such a heavy load, but I was wrong. (Not easy for me to admit)


Workouts were done in the early morning hours or after the kids went to bed.  Saturday mornings he would creep out like a ninja, bike and run for hours, and still be back home before the rest of the family awoke. We still planned family vacations, fun time with the girls, and we even were able to spend time together.  Our most recent alone vacation was spent in Cabo San Lucas for a week, which he planned all by himself. It was amazingly beautiful. I began to realize that there are much worse things that he could be doing and I was so grateful he picked something so positive and inspiring.  He is such a great role model for our girls.


Mealtimes are still difficult because he has omitted so many of the foods we once enjoyed together, but he is really good about finding foods that work for him and don’t require any added pressure on my part as far as preparation.


With less that a month before the big day, I am looking back on the past year with happiness, pride, and a bit of trepidation. I am so happy for him and for us that all of his hard work has finally come to a head. He has prepared for this for so long and we have been through so much of it together.  I am so incredibly proud of him.  I have always thought he was an incredible man.  He works really hard and wants the very best for all he encounters and I really want success for him on this big day. My apprehension comes from the worry about what’s next.  For the past year I become comfortable with the triathlon, his training, and the expectations and requirements of a triathlete.  I am afraid of the “new thing”. We are expecting a baby in the fall and I want to cherish this experience together without the anticipation of the next sport. Who knows, maybe it will be something we can do together. I will need help in trying to regain my body after our son is born. Whatever the next “thing” is I’m sure it will be even more far-fetched than the previous ventures.


So here’s to you honey!!! Ironman Louisville look out because “Big Daddy” is coming for ya. I love you. You will be awesome.


Damn that Oprah!

Posted in Random on August 1, 2011 by eeodim



So wifey sends me the below text along with a picture …

“Look at the topic of this story on the OWN network.  No, I’m not thinking of doing this – just thought it was ironic”

I am soooooooooo glad IMLOU is almost here!  Oh, and I love you baby!





Do or Do not. There is no try

Posted in Random on August 1, 2011 by eeodim

Well, I’m back from my two week hiatus.  I took a few days and headed to FL for a family reunion and then spent a week with my beautiful wife in Cabo.  The training was limited to one open water swim and couple runs.  One of the runs in Mexico was in the nice little community of Pedregal.  The heat and the hills provided some training that I wasn’t quite accustomed to.  I failed to bring enough water with me and ended up feeling extremely dehydrated and like I was going to throw up.  Bad sign as it was only a 5 mile jog.  I made sure the next run was on the treadmill.  Anyway … it’s time to pick things up again.  I have one more solid week of training and then things start to relax a bit.  IMLOU is less than 4 weeks away!  I need to sort out my nutrition and my plan for racing in heat, but other than that I feel rested and ready to kick things up a notch.