Hot Hot Heat!

PhotoGrid_1530547861119Yesterday I completed my 8th NYC Triathlon with a time that was 15 minutes and 38 seconds slower than my slowest tri.  I couldn't care less about my less-than-stellar performance because it was SO DAMN HOT and I took it slow and listened to my body (which was saying, "Girl, WTF do you think you are doing trying to run in this heat?").  I also took my damn sweet time during transitions -- I stopped to KT tape my foot before the bike and who knows what the hell took me so long during T2.  I also, for the first time ever (stupidly), took advantage of the post-race massage tent offered by the Swedish Massage Institute, who had reached out to me on Instagram (thank you!).  My results are below, and you can see a gallery of unflattering photos here

2018: Swim 22:57 T1 14:55 Bike 1:50:58 T2 7:05 Run 1:23:03 Total: 3:58:55

2016: Swim 21:41 T1 11:47 Bike 1:45:55 T2 4:16 Run 59:02* Total: 3:22:41

2014: Swim 18:06 T1 11:10 Bike 1:58:23 T2 4:37 Run 1:07:17 Total: 3:39:31

2012: Swim 23:28 T1 9:55 Bike 1:44:50 T2 5:02 Run 1:11:05 Total: 3:34:16

2011: Swim 22:19 T1 12:27 Bike 1:51:54 T2 4:58 Run 1:11:40 Total: 3:43:17

2010: Swim 20:54 T1 11:39 Bike 1:42:43 T2 6:26 Run 1:08:01 Total: 3:29:41

2009: Swim 24:30 T1 10:17 Bike 1:40:57 T2 4:01 Run 1:07:22 Total: 3:27:06

2008: Swim 24:30 T1 10:55 Bike 1:36:47 T2 4:00 Run 1:08:40 Total: 3:24:51

The race course was cut from 10K to 8K due to heat this year, eliminating two nasty hills -- hence the good time.


Here for a conference, but also for the eats and drinks. Day 1 highlights, clockwise from left: cochon (cracklins!), duck and sausage gumbo, both from Cochon, French 75 and souffled potatoes from Arnaud's French 75.


Welcome, 2018 (and Welcome Back)!

​Happy (belated) 2018, folks!! I know I have been somewhat lax in my blogging last year. With Facebook and Instagram, it seems a bit redundant. That said, I'm going to try to write more this year. Here's a photo collage of my holiday season. Already seems way too long ago as I get back into the work grind . . .​