Devastated

Devastated,

That's the only word I have right now.

My coach, mentor and friend Scott Roy passed away unexpectedly last night.

He leaves behind a wife Tristin and beautiful son Reece.

He was one of the most genuine, giving people I have ever known.

He overcame his own incredible challenges and inspired hundreds of others to believe in themselves and reach their goals.

So much to say but no words with which to say it. 

His own words are a better testament to his spirit than any I could write. Coach Scott's Blog

Why I Hate Massage

The list is VERY long as to why I hate getting a massage. Unfortunately when I tweaked a muscle in my back on Sunday I knew it was time to revisit my nemesis and today I was reminded of all the reasons why I hate it. Sure I have a whole lot of issues about inappropriate personal touching - but even discounting these, the list I have is loooooong.

As I was lying there on the table today,I started making a mental list of all the things I hate about it.

1 - The massage therapist manages to find every single knot in my muscles and keeps digging her diggy little bony fingers into them.

2 - From time to time as a result of this knot digging I feel like I might throw up and I spend a considerable amount of time wondering if I will be able to aim the vomit so it would go through that little hole in the headrest on the massage table.

3 - When I tell her about this she just laughs and says she must be doing a good job then ( Who laughs when someone says they think they might throw up?)

4 - When I'm not concerned about vomiting, I am drooling all over the massage table, not because I am relaxed but because I have lost control of all my body fluids.

4 - The massage therapist keeps having to remind me to stop holding my breath as I wait for her to work on another one of those bloody muscle knots. She doesn't realize I am holding my breath in the hope that I will pass out and remain unconscious for the remainder of the massage.

5 - I hear myself audibly wimper as I try not to cry like a little girl - (put your big girl pants on is all I can think to myself. No-one cries when they get a massage.)

6 - I have bruises all over my body the next day.

7 - The therapist tells me to put ice packs on the sore spots where she has had to work really hard on my muscles. Arrgg, that is the whole reason why I am here in the first place you stupid woman. I don't need extra places for ice packs - I have plenty of those already

8 - At the end of the massage I want to punch the therapist in the face. Mostly because she has beaten the @#*! out of me but also because I have to pay her for it.

9 - After its all over she gives me a bottle of water and a peppermint patty and makes small talk with me and I have to pretend that I like her and I don't want to punch her in the face.

I could go on but it only gets worse from here. And guess what...I will probably be back again in her office in a month thinking the exact same things.

Friday Faves

In the Easter spirit my favorite things this Good Friday.

Ducks ( the newest members of our ever growing private zoo)



Dyeing Easter eggs

Bike Fit

I've had my bike for a year and a half now and apart from the basic fit I got when I bought the bike I've never really had a proper bike fit done. Having said that I have always been pretty comfortable on my bike - no real complaints - but with some long distance races coming up I thought now was a good time to dial in the fit and make sure its as close to perfect as it can be.

So thanks to our sponsors at the Bike Hub I was able to finally get it done. Morgan spent a looong time with me taking a ton of measurements, checking angles and rechecking.



My position on the saddle was close.  So he did a bit of fiddling with the seat height and my left cleat position and the result felt like it opened my hips up a little more.  He did a lot more work on my aero bars to flatten out my forearms and keep my back strainght. Let me tell you - he is a VERY patient man.  I think he must have changed the position of my aero bars about 400 times. Secretly he probably wanted to poke me in the eye with his screwdriver but he managed to keep smiling and joking. The final position keeps me aero but allows me a little more breathing room than I had before. { Please try not to stare at my volumptuous chest in this picture - I know it's distracting.}



And the result.....well it seems comfortable riding on the trainer but as soon as it stops snowing ( yes...it is STILL snowing here), I'm going to head out for a long ride and give the new fit a proper test. Let's hope it's all dialed in and race ready :-)