Tim and I with Matt and Matt. Both are preparing for life changes. Matt in center prepares for married life. Matt far left prepares for two years of medical missions in Niger. Um, that's not a vacation. For more info click www.megills.com
New England is really pretty. I enjoyed running the rolling hills, the trails along the river, and most of all running on the sidewalk where Tim once rode his unicycle. Yes, even though Tim is a relatively new triathlete he has a secret advantage. He used to ride a unicycle. There are signs up everywhere along the side walks : No Skateboards. No Bicycles. No Rollerblades. There was no mention of a unicycle. Leave to Tim to outsmart the system. I'm sure the Hanover police loved that there was no law forbidding unicycles on the sidewalk. I even got to go running on the trail Tim ran in college. It was especially fun when we discovered via my Garmin that what Tim thought to be 5 miles in college was....well a little short. Tim then grunted he hated the Garmin.
Saturday we were kindly invited to the rehearsal dinner. I had a great time meeting Tim's friends. It was great to see the characters in Tim's stories and from Christmas cards on Tim's fridge come to life. Tim actually sent the address of my blog to his friends when he announced our engagement. Blah, Blah, Blog. They already knew a lot about me. People were actually surprised to see us so dressed up as on the blog site we are usually sporting three layers of salty sweat.
Many of Tim's friends are also medical residents. We had fun exchanging work stories and exchanging Doctor vs. Nurse stories. One of Tim's friend mentioned he couldn't tell I was a nurse by my blog. He asked why I might not include that. I mentioned if I blogged about nursing with the same humor I tell other stories I'd probably get fired :0) I wouldn't want to admit on my blog that I once helped convince an intern that all orders needed to be in by noon. Orders received after noon would be processed the next day. I thought it was a good lesson in organization and time management. Also isn't that what the bank does with deposits. Sometimes I get seated by elderly people on the plane who like to tell me there ailments. Such as the rash that they've had for the last six months. I'm starting to think I should keep things simple and tell them I'm an Internet writer. That wouldn't be lying would it.
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Wildflower Preparation Day
This year I was determined things would be different than last year. I had a lot of fun with Tim, the Neuschwander clan. The Bellas were awesome. Listening to Mykl tell stories around the campfire was more entertaining than any movie I've ever paid for. The race for me however was sheer disaster. I would never had signed up for Wildflower again if it didn't mean so much to Tim. Wildflower of all the races was his favorite and I wanted him to enjoy doing the race again. I suppose I could have done the short course on Sunday......but thankfully Elaine told me she did that once and it was the worse. I believe she used the term "sucker" to describe what she felt Saturday night. The majority of the gang was relaxing post race. Drinking beers and telling stories and she had to worry about what time her alarm would be going off. No.... I would take on the beast again but this time I hoped things would be different.
I had major goals this year
a) To not be munched by the course
b) Remain positive and have a good time :) (time is subject to interpretation)
c) Not drop the transmission in my car like I did during last years travel.....although this year the repairs wouldn't dip in to the time trial fund:) That's already been covered
d) Absolutely No bonking........ No, No, No
Last but not least
e) Drop a few boys
Tim and I decided to capitalize on his relatively open schedule this year and make a real weekend of Wildflower. Thursday night we drove to San Luis Obispo (SLO) to stay with Tim's brother Seth and lovely wife Val. Seth would be doing his first 1/2 IM this weekend. It would be the second triathlon of his life ( He's pretty brave Huh?) It was kind of Seth and Val to put us up for the weekend.
Friday morning we got up and fueled with some waffles. Carb loading :) Then we headed out to test our race rigs. Yes I rolled my pink Guru with a Zipp disk all over SLO at a really SLOW pace. The wind was blowing which pleased me as I wanted to test my disk in the wind. My bike felt rock solid in cross winds. Yee Haaw. I was going to be a chick with a disk. I love the noise my disk makes. It's so much fun. We finished our ride and did a short 2 .25 mile run. We were only supposed to run 2 miles but I got distracted and forgot to quit for a minute. I hoped this 1/4 mile wouldn't be deleterious to my performance.
After our run we had lunch with Val at the High Street Deli and spent some time getting prepped for race day. More importantly we spent sometime looking at wedding invites. Tim pretended he didn't care but really he was all about it. I did make him take his aero helmet off in the stationary store. That evening we had a nice dinner and I probably stayed up later than I should have discussing wedding details with Val. It was time for bed and soon Wildflower would be here.
Tom flew in the night of April 13th. I worked until 7:00 p.m. and he found his way to my place in the village via his GPS enabled Blackberry...commonly referred to as the Crackberry. We walked to Wahoo's for a casual and quick dinner. Wahoo's is home of the California specialty fish tacos. This walk spurred the question "what is a Wahoo?" Not willing to settle for group consensus Tom consulted his Wikipedia via his Crackberry. He was successful in finding out what a Wahoo fish was and he learned that Wahoo's taco was only 0.4 miles from my home. He also identified that I was NOT leading him there in the most direct fashion. After dinner we walked toward the cove and stopped by the "Living Room" for after dinner coffee and desserts. Tom again identified that I was not leading him on the most direct route. I remided him of the Yake family tradition of an after dinner walk before dessert. This is when Judi Yake (my mom) laces her running shoes and "walks" an 11 minute mile for 5-6 miles. During the interim a the delicous homemade dessert she made earlier that day sits on the counter. It's beautiful and untouched. Those who didn't join her wait impatiently for her return.
Kristi and Brian arrived on April 18th around 11:00 am. I look normal as I wait for them except that my hair is wet. 45 minutes ago I was busting up Torrey Pines so I wouldn't be late. Tim met me for a ride this morning. We had to roll early and I don't think he was quite awake yet. I was so wired in anticipation of my friends arrival I busted up Calle De Oro and dropped Tim. I had to circle back for him. "Uruh" That's Tim' s grumpy morning groan. Dropping him up the climb was probably not smart, like playing with a hornets nest. Which reminds of the time Kristi and I were kids. I was probably 11. It was a hot summer day and we started shooting rocks at a wasps nest with the slingshot Kristi recently got for her birthday. We were sort of dissapointed with the slingshot. The little pebbles slingshot slung didn't seem very effective in destroying the nest. I remembered what a pain wasps and hornets nest were for my Dad to destroy from the garage. I proudly picked up a large rock, moved closer to the nest threw it squarely on the center of the hornets nest. I can still hear the buzzing as every one of those wasps came out of the nest and after me. Two of them started in incessently stinging me above my left eye.(which had a slight scar for years) . Luckily we were playing near the water and I ran into the lake (with my shoes on). I dunked my head and drowned the wasps. A little while later I felt a bit toxic and sick as I pedaled my bike (with sloshing shoes) home. I confessed to my mom that Kristi and I were playing the at the beach and accidentally encountered the nest. She was very concerned for me as my eye had swollen shut and I felt sick. The next day she took me to Dr. Hawkin's who I gave the same abbreviated version of the events to. He smiled knowingly as he wrote the prescription for Atarax. I think I was sedated for the next three days. He probably figured my mother needed a break.
Anyway I picked Kristi and Brian up and we headed to my place in La Jolla. They quickly settled in and we headed down to the cove. Kristi and Brian had fun exploring the tide pools and looking at the salt water creatures. I was careful not to go to close to the edge of any of the cliffs. I didn't want to worry Brian that Kristi might have to rescue me if I fell in. You see when I was in about 6th grade Kristi, another friend Shelley, and I were playing a usual childhood winter game. We were pretending we were explorers of the artic and were playing on the ice in front of my parents house. When ice forms on Lake Michigan berms form and they make really cool formations. On the far side of one were chunks of ice that looked like shards of glass. We were picking them and pretending they were popsicles. I had reached one for Shelley and was in the process of reaching for another one when I slipped off the top of the brim and plunged through the ice. This was sort of a freak thing because at this time of the year the ice was deemed to be safe. A lot of good that proclamation did me as I floated. How I floated with my snow pants, sorels, and jacket soaked with water I don't know. I remember treading water. Kristi had to use one hand to steady herself and the other to pull me out. To this day I still don't know how Kristi was able to pull me out. Our other friend Shelley was hysterical. She thought I was a going to drown and her parents didn't want her on the ice in the first place. Uh -oh. We hustled back to my house and snuck in the door. Kristi helped me get out of my now 100 pound snowsuit. I yelled up stairs to my mom that I got a little wet and was going to shower and that we would be paying Monopoly for the rest of the afternoon. That was a nice try "What .... you got wet" she shrieked. I knew when my Dad got home I was going to be in trouble. The next morning, we saw Kristi's Aunt Annie in church. My mom, who had already grounded me, told Annie that Kristi was a hero and acted as my guardian angel. Annie of course told Kristi's mom Debbie who immediately sentenced Kristi to similar punishment as mine.
I rose with the roosters and hit the 0600 pool workout after that I ran the trails at UCSD. I showered and reconnected with Kristi and Brian. We went to Torrey Pines and did some hiking. We probably walked 5 miles. They were glad I trained that morning:) I was hoping we would see a dolphin and to my suprise we saw a lot of dolphins. They were really close to shore. I've never seen so many of them at Torrey Pines or visualized them so close to shore.
That afternoon Tom met us and we made dinner plans. Tim literally ran into us as he ran from his place to mine. We sat outside and chatted enjoying the nice weather. We were all entertained by the neighbors cat who curled up on the sun roof above my bed. Imagine my shock when I woke up one morning looking up and seeing a cat. I kind of like that cat. Tom kept busy coming up with ways to try to get the cat off my sunroof.
I left my cell phone on the outdoor table. Kristi and I were inside my place reviewing wedding details when Tim rang my mobile. Tom and Brian were sitting outside. Tom decided to answer my mobile and informed Tim "Jenny and Kristi are busy in the shed" I can only imagine the thoughts that must have gone through Tim's head at that moment. "The shed" is now the common term for my village of La Jolla Dwelling. After dinner that evening Tom headed out but not before leaving his mark on my dwelling. I have a habit of writing my goals or motivating sayings on my bathroom mirror. Beneath my Ironman goals read "BLAH,BLAH, BLOG" and "WIN WITH WIKIPEDIA". I still haven't erased what he wrote. There is nothing in this world like a little sibling rivalry to keep you humble and to keep you from taking yourself to seriously, and sometimes drive you towards your goals.
Tim and I have an all day long marriage prep class. We leave Kristi and Brian a map detailing how to get to Pannikin (the all important coffee shop), Wind and Sea , La Jolla Shores, and even the top of Mt. Soledad. We leave them my car as well but they have too much sense of adventure to drive. They use their feet. When I arrive home that evening they are still exploring. They cover over 13 miles of ground that day. That evening we get fresh fish and Tim gives us all a sushi making session. Yum and fun.
April 20th: Happy Birthday Tim
Tim and I do and 11 mile run this morning. I tell him he should enjoy a bike ride today. He has a lot of work to do to prep our race wheels for Wildflower so he's stays home to tend to these things. I head downtown with Kristi and Brian. We take the ferry to Coronado. We walk all the way to the other side of the island to the Hotel Del. We sit by the beach for a little while then head towards the center of town. I have great memories of Coronado. It is where I did my first 1/2 Ironman. It is also where Cindy, Tim's mom grew up. As we walk back we encounter a classic car show. Brian and Tim view this as a sign Brian should restore the Cadillac he's been eyeing. Kristi's eyebrows raise. She is very wise. I realize the world I am about to enter of shared decisions regarding disposable time and money. We take the ferry back to San Diego and head to Balboa Park. There is a huge traffic jam and people walking with what looks like snakes in their hair. We realize it is Earth Day or Earth Fair and hop on the freeway, deciding to hit Balboa park tomorrow. My phone rings. It is Tim. He had a flat tire on his bike and his spare was flat too. He could bum a tube off somebody as their are a lot of other riders around but I tell him not to worry and pick him up. We load Tim's bike on to the roof of the car and Tim into the car like a rider who has pulled out of the tour. I feel bad for him. All he wanted was a good bike ride for his birthday. He's had enough flats lately. I take him to my place and give him a new tube. I tell him to at least ride home. He climbs Soledad and at least enjoys the view.
April 21 st
I swim again this morning at 0600. Coach Sickie notices I am again at 0600 swim practice. I'm typically a 7:30 swimmer. After that Kristi, Brian and I head to the zoo. Tim has to work. We have a good time. The polar bears were really active and fun too watch. After the zoo, we had a picnic at Balboa park. Actually that would be the shee shee way of saying I pulled three pb&J's out of my back pack along with a left over piece of Tim's bananna bread (yum) We enjoyed the parks then returned to my place. Kristi, Brian and I headed down to the cove one last time.
This morning I've used my crockpot to make pumpkin pie oatmeal. Umm Yumm Yumm. We all enjoy the oatmeal before taking Kristi and Brian to the airport. We say good byes and I am happy we had such a fun visit. That afternoon Tim and I head to East County and ride the Great Western Loop.
A Day in San Francisco
As fast as I am on my bike I am equally as slow in making any wedding decisions. With only 6 months to go I still had no dress in sight. The problem is I’m such a true triathlete my whole life is like a transition. I’m always scurrying around between work, workouts, and fun adventures with Tim. I needed to find the ultimate wedding day detail: The Dress.
At the rate I was going I was likely to show up wearing white Assos bike shorts. I think others around me had the same fear. The groom actually might have appreciated them. In true fairy tale form we could have gone riding off on our bikes after the ceremony. You know like a Knight in shining armor whisking his bride off on his horse.
After my brief dress shopping experience I was relieved when Val and Cindy offered to go dress shopping with me. Lord knows I needed feedback from people who appreciated swimmers arms. I was slightly perplexed about this dress hunting. The thought of driving all over San Diego county to different bridal stores sounded more fatiguing than completing a full Iron man. I had seen some dresses I liked but the idea that one was going to magically jump off the rack and declare itself was highly unlikely in my idea.
Val and Cindy suggested taking a look at a botique designer in San Fransico. I logged on to the website and to my delight I liked these dresses much more than any of the others I had seen. The catch was I would have to go to SF to check them out. I told Val and Cindy I’d have to talk to Tim about that. Hmmmm……drive all around San Diego and be overwhelmed by all the choices or spend a day in SF shopping, chatting, lunching, and enjoying the sights of a magnificent city. Hmmm……it’s a tough choice. Tim thought going to SF for a day was a great idea. (I think he liked the geographical distance from the wedding details. I booked the appointment form Amy Kuschel for 1000 April 11th. I double checked the appointment three times. After my Oceanside debacle I was relieved when I listened to the voice mail reminding me of my next appointment. Tim and I actually thought about flying up with our bikes for a mini training camp/dress shopping combo. It was not meant to be though. (ticketing snafu….ask Tim about that)
Some of you may be wondering what is wrong with this blog. Usually it is full of athletic adventures and now I’ve gone all GQ Fashionista on you.
Don’t you worry
A) I’m multi dimensional.
B) This is the Jenny Blog, there is always adventure.
My flight out was at 0730. Tim dropped me off at the airport early. I had my ticket. I was armed with my purse and glossy magazines, oh and the directions for using the BART. I would meet Val and Cindy at the Embarcadero at 0915.
Uh –oh. I soon encountered the longest security line I had ever seen. I slugged into the back of the line and it didn’t seem to be moving forward very quickly. If I was a fingernail chewer I would have gnawed all of mine off. I began to think about how if these people were triathletes the line would move a lot faster. Triathletes frantically move through transition without wasting a minute. T1, T1, let's get moving I wanted to yell as the minutes ticked away. I started thinking about the 10 mile run I wasn't going to get in today. Well I was certainly getting my heart rate up in this long line.Knowing that walking around the city wouldn't be challenging enough to equal a 10 mile run I wore heels. One mile walked in heels must equal 5 miles of running in Newtons. Right?
Luckily I made it through security and to my gate. Everybody else had bored and when I got on the plane the only seat left was center front. Like a rock star too cool to wait in line I slithered into my front row seat. T1 accomplished.
My plane arrived in SF a little early and I followed the signs to the BART as Tim instructed. I boarded the train (headed in the right direction) and headed to the Embarcadero. I let out a sigh of relief. Country girl in the city was going to do alright. That sigh didn't last long because when I exited the subway at the Embarcadero there must have been 4 different streets I could have exited onto if I took the wrong exit I might be blocks away from Cindy and Val. I read my yellow post it note over and over again. Tim directions didn't include this part. I took a guess and climbed the stairs out of the station and into the excitement of the city.
The sun was shining and even at 9:00 am it was warm. Highly unusual for San Francisco. I took this and my front row seat as a sign that things were going to go right today (I put the Oceanside debacle another step behind me). Thank goodness for cell phones because I was on a different street than Val and Cindy. We soon connected were off. They say all brides should have a ladies lunch before getting married. A day in the city to do girly things. A chance to discuss very important details that everybody else will forget about and the groom doesn’t care about. I had a lot of details to attend to and I needed a chance to discuss them.
We arrived at Amy Kuschel on time and the assistant asked me if there was any thing in particular I was looking for? I replied that my one request was that I didn 't look like the top of a cake. I'm not sure what they thought of me then but I figured it was my dress and I didn't want any cake top look or the muffin top look. Thank goodness for my swimmers arms :)
I loved just about every dress they showed me. After trying a couple on I became nervous. They were all so nice. The sales assistant kept placing the dresses into the maybe pile. Then I tried on the fourth dress and I felt something different. The sales assistant asked if I wanted to try a veil with it before moving on to the next dress. As she went to fetch the veil I realized I didn't want to try any of the other dresses. This dress was the one. In the spirit of a true triathlete I had picked out my dress in under an hour.
After the dress shopping was complete. The three of us were famished. We refueled at a side street cafe. It was so nice to sit outside and enjoy lunch knowing the dress was taken care of. After our nourishment we moved on to shoe shopping. This didn't take long either. It was pretty easy for me to narrow down the shoes into two categories. Can walk vs. Can not walk in. The can not category was pretty big. The shoes are so super they will appear in their own blog some day after the wedding.
Since we were in the city, on a roll and ahead of schedule Cindy slipped on a few gowns that looked fabulous. I thought it was great fun to watch her but she refused to seriously consider the dresses because she didn't want to upstage me "Bridezilla"