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Goal #1 is officially complete. I finished a triathlon.
But, that’s kinda cheating. Because when I made that goal, I meant complete an Olympic distance triathlon – 1.5K swim, 40K bike, 10K run – and the triathlon I did this weekend was a sprint, half that distance. Eh, details.
So, let’s just say the goal is nearly complete. Or better yet, I have two Olympic distance races scheduled for July and September, so we’ll just let those fulfill goals #2 and #3, per the list. So that’s one down, 11 to go!
For the record, I’m not doing so hot on the rest of the Top 12 to Tackle list. But that shouldn’t be a surprise to you, because… I haven’t blogged in FOREVER! Between work and training, life has not allowed for time to write, or do much of anything else, really. So much for follow through. Hopefully I’ll be back soon in all my blogging glory. A social life would also be nice…
Anywho, this blog isn’t called Lindsay Complains, it’s called Lindsay Learns. So here’s what I learned from my first official triathlon:
- SWIM: Wetsuits are strangely flattering, even though you look and feel like sea lion.
- BIKE: Chains can indeed pop off the rings. Not cool when it happens during a race, but cool when it happens on the way downhill and somehow fixes itself. THAT could have been treacherous.
- RUN: It’s ok if 50 year old women pass you. Good on them. In addition, runs are made better when the band starts playing Fleetwood Mac’s “Go Your Own Way” and you pretend like you are Forrest Gump running across the country with doting followers trailing your path. Talk about getting a second wind.
More learnings to come. Eventually.
Now that my last mistakes of 2011 have been made, and my vacay is over, it’s time to write again. Apologies for being MIA.
Lindsay Learns recaps the things I learn day-to-day, but as we’re now moving year-to-year, how about I highlight the top 11 things I learned in 2011?!
Ok. Now let’s be serious. I have the memory of a goldfish.
I’m sure my 2011 lessons were important, but I can’t actively remember enough to make a thoughtful list. So instead, I’ll recap the 11 things I learned while on blog hiatus over the past 2-ish weeks:
- When the bartender fails, reach over the bar and pour your own drinks. (Fact)
- Twinkle Twinkle Little Star is an appropriate substitute for grace at Christmas dinner. (Lesson taught by my 2.5 year old niece.)
- Boxing is not for the faint of heart. Nor is Hip Hop.
- I received a Christmas miracle in the form of a coat. (Hmm, this may need to be separate post, stay tuned.)
- Apples to Apples is most fun when you are politically outnumbered.
- Good friends usually offer good advice – even if it takes you months to finally listen.
- If you have a gluten allergy, don’t test it…
- I can swim one mile, non-stop. (I suppose I knew this, but it was harder than I thought.)
- I can run 6 miles, non-stop. (Did NOT know this, and it was easier than I thought.)
- I hope I can cycle 25 miles non-stop, and then put it together with #8 and #9, because I’m signing up for a triathlon. (Whaaaaat?)
- I need a bike.
In 2012, I’ll do a better job of tracking my lessons (via LindsayLearns.com, of course), so expect a more thorough year-in-review learnings list in roughly 365 days, assuming the world doesn’t end. To kick these lessons off, please find below 12 things to tackle (not necessarily resolutions) in 2012:
- Per #8 – #11 above: complete a triathlon (I’ll chronicle this initiative in the “Lindsay TRIes” category)
- And because it’s a triathlon, I think it’s only fair that it occupies three of these goals…
- (See #2)
- Stop relying on the Whole Foods prepared section and put my new gluten-free cookbooks to work. If my cooking is anything like my baking, expect some entertaining blog posts in the near future, chronicled under the “Lindsay cooks” category.
- Waste two more hours of my life on part two. Do not waste 10 hours of my life watching the marathons on FX…again.
- Per #6 on the 2011 list: don’t cheat myself and embrace change – could pay off better than expected.
- Increase the ROI and wear my glasses. (Largely in an effort to fish for more Eva Mendes references.)
- Finish the Harry Potter book series (a 2010 Christmas gift) some time before Christmas 2012.
- Take advantage of my height and make some magic happen for my clients and my teams.
- Be more attentive to my phone and promptly reply to voicemails. (Sorry, family.) Also, be more accepting of my generation’s communication preferences by embracing text messages. (And by text messages I mean iMessages – not paying for something I hate.)
- Use fewer parentheses because I realize it’s getting obnoxious. (Sorry for being easily distracted.) (And sorry I’m long-winded.) (Also, sorry that I have comments on my comments.)
- And of course, follow through.
On a separate note… A Christmas Story on TV is great; but A Christmas Story on a boat, even better. Enjoy:
So I thought I could dance. I was wrong.
I’m currently on vacay and have been filling the days before the holiday doing two-a-days at the pool. Goal: drop 3 pounds so as to regain it on Christmas Day. Brilliant. But I gave my goggles a rest yesterday evening to take a Hip Hop dance class taught by the one and only, Katie M.F. Anderson (aka: sorority little sister #1).
I felt pretty good about it going in: I have a bit of rhythm, I am half black (wow, not offensively stereotypical at all, Linz), and I took a nap beforehand (key). Not to mention, I’ve danced under the direction of Katie before . . . dressed like these guys. Embarrassing.
Just as we were getting started, I quickly learned that I’m horrible at Hip Hop. Every time I tried to roll my torso, pop my hip, or glide my feet, I looked . . . like a cheerleader. Like the way this guy describes cheerleaders:
It pains me to say this, and I’m POSITIVE my brother has opinions on this, but I think the years of cheerleading and coaching have stripped me of my dancing ability – if I even had it at all. I mean, I can break it down on the dance floor. I’m flexible enough to get “a little bit softer now” and coordinated enough to “step in the name of love”. But dancing without counting, not sure I can do it.
Now, I took tap dance my freshman year of college (that’s right, for 3 whole credits). I got an A in the class so there must be some dancing skill. Either that, or I talked my way into the grade (wouldn’t be the first time).
But the biggest revelation: during my quarter-life crisis a year and a half ago, I decided that I needed a new hobby. I thought this new hobby should rekindle something that I’m already relatively good at. My choices: competitive swimming or cheerleading (read: dancing because I don’t have time to coach any more).
Soooo… Glad to see I made the right choice.
That said, I’m en route to the pool now for part one of two (and in preparation for Sunday’s Double Chocolate Cheesecake – thanks Lesley!). But first, allow me to recap what I learned:
- Obvi, I wasn’t born to be a Hip Hop dancer.
- Regardless of skill, Hip Hop is SO much fun when you have a great teacher like Katie (sign up for her class here)
- My cheerleading style has some merits: I can choreograph (winning!) youth routines like this!
- I have a reason to publicly share this priceless photo (circa 2005):
Hey, at least I look the part. Or like a man…