My Mom Who Rides

My mom who cycles though the park

day after day, racing against the cars,

bikes circles around the runners and walkers

in her path along the greenway through the city.

Day after day, racing against the dark,

leaves fall in red orange yellow under her tires–

gripping the asphalt and spraying road grit,

splashing upward like a unclean fountain,

fanning mud across her back in the shape of a tree

that grows with each pedal stroke churning

with the strength of her legs.

She rides in circles, racing against time

and faster than those half her age

along the greenway through the city,

passing old neighborhoods and schools

she no longer needs for her children.

Yellow orange red keep falling

and she keeps pedaling through time,

ignoring the grit and breathing in crisp air.

My mom’s bike roars like the lion she is,

and you better keep up.


Steelman Sprint Triathlon

This past weekend Phil completed his first triathlon, making us a triathlon family! He did the Steelman Sprint Triathlon at Nockamixon State Park in PA. Wind kept the swim calm, hills challenged him on the bike, and the run was easy for this athlete.

Congratulations to Phil! We enjoyed watching you compete and can’t wait to see you do many more!

Jaws Can Bite Me

This starts with a weird dream and a confession. The night after I swam in Marsh Creek Lake for a training swim I had dream about a mechanical shark in a large tank the size of a baseball stadium. The water filled all of the space from the ground, where I stood and watched, to the top of the bleachers. A diver swam in the tank with the shark, attempting to feed it a mechanical dolphin because robot sharks gotta eat. When the shark missed the dolphin, it broke the glass. Water flooded the observation room, but I wasn’t scared because I could swim. That’s just what I did at the training swim and at Tri AC last weekend: I owned the swim. The robotic shark of my nightmares from the movie, Jaws, no longer held me in its, well, jaws.

At the beginning of Tri AC, rain pelted the bikes in transition, dousing the dry towels and running shoes. Triathletes topped with cap and goggles shivered while waiting for the swim start, delayed fifteen minutes due to the storm overhead. I looked down at my watch and ran it through a practice triathlon by hitting the interval button. Cathy looked at me and asked if I was nervous. Nope. Not this time.

When it was my turn, I jumped off the dock like a lifeguard going to rescue a drowning swimmer, keeping my head above water to prevent my cap and goggles from flying off at the swim start. As my feet left the platform, I heard Cathy say, “I have to turn on my watch!”

I looked back at the dock and said, “I gotta go! Mine is on.” And then I swam. I swam so fast that I passed four or five groups of swimmers rounding the buoys during the .9 miles. I flew through that swim, relaxed and confident for the first time ever. Salt water waves had no affect on me; I coughed out any water that I accidentally swallowed and pressed on. I got this.

I hit my watch in transition and hopped on my bike. Last year’s pace was too easy, so I went two miles an hour faster on average just to see how I felt. That felt good, so then I bumped it up another mile per hour and held it. I actually passed some people on the bike, and I could have gone faster–this was all new territory for me.

During the run, I ran a bit quicker than I usually do in training, but I wanted to enjoy the run and the Atlantic City Boardwalk, which is exactly what I did. Could I have pushed it harder? Sure. But, I didn’t. I now know that I can do the Atlantic City Half Ironman in September after this race.

And best of all? I left my fears of Jaws in my wake.


First Tri

This little gymnast completed her first triathlon with her best friends. She was placed in the oldest age group with twelve year olds twice her size, but her competitive spirit kept her going. Basically, I’ve discovered that this gymnast can do just about any kind of endurance sport well. Run a 5K? Sure mom. Go on an eighteen mile or more bike ride? Easy. Pace you for a long run even though you run slow, mom? I guess. Do a triathlon? Why not!

For the 10-12 age group, the kids’ triathlon consisted of a 150 meter swim, two mile bike, and a one mile run. She was in the second to last swim heat to go so her friends could watch her race too. The kid was a bit nervous before the swim because she had never really swam six lengths of the pool without stopping; however, she alternated between freestyle and backstroke and made it all look easy.

She ran through the transition zone like a pro and flew on the bike. After the bike, she deftly unclipped her helmet and ran fast. Near the end of the run, all three of the girls ran together. And then they all ate doughnuts.

Now, the kiddo wants a road bike so she can go even faster. I think she’s hooked.