How tough are you?

Who said that isn't tough? You overcame something MAJOR for you! Congrats!

The only other tough thing about me is tolerating (and sometimes enjoying) ice baths.

Man, that's bad to the bone. If I tried that, more often than not it would be a crappy run, if you know what I mean. Got to get the juices flowing before I head out the door.

Me, anything I've done that could be called "tough" could just as easily be called "stupid."

Stay up late cleaning up and doing chores, wake up several times during the night to take care of kids, then still haul my *** out of bed at 3:50am to go to the gym and workout before work.

The rest of it is all just pain and that goes away.

LMAO!

I generally consider myself a big pansy...I'm the worst about getting in a comfort zone and being too scared to push through it.  I've missed so many workouts this past year simply because I didn't feel like it.  I'm queen wimp.  But, I have a couple of instances where I thought I was tough...well, more stupid than anything I guess...

1)  Spring of 2002, I was in college and cycled for Texas Tech and continued running on my own and doing some fun runs, etc.  Generally I was the only female who would race on the team, but I finally convinced my fellow female teammate to go do the Tunis race in College Station (for those who don't know about this race, it's pretty hilarious, it's on road bikes but half the roads are dirt, serious lose your wheels under the dirt; the other half are on extremely rough oil top roads...this race is almost more meant for mountain bikes, but it's definitely a race to do at least once in your life).  The race was on a Saturday.  The Austin marathon was the next day and I further convinced my teammate, who also ran some, but generally not more than 6 miles, to do the 2 man relay there.  So, we started training, we registered for the events, and I made the hotel reservations.  We were ready!  Well, on the Tuesday before the big weekend we were on a training ride around campus and I was hit by a car.  This person, a professor no less, was making a left turn and just didn't even hesitate to look for oncoming traffic and just plowed into me.  Well, I caught some good air, according to the spectators and was bleeding quite a bit, but amazingly I did not break a single bone, just extremely bruised and cut up.  My bike however, was a different story, the carbon fiber didn't take it so well and it was pretty much a mangled mess.  My teammate was excited, thinking that we wouldn't be doing the races, she was so nervous about them.  But I had already made the arrangements, we were going dang it!  I managed to borrow a POS bike from someone for the race.  So we went.  My right foot was in pretty bad shape, guess I hit it on the car pretty hard as I flew through the air, I had to have someone help clip me in on that side because my foot hurt too bad to put that much pressure on it.  The race sucked...I ended up having a flat and no wheel for the wheel truck, BUT I did fix my own flat and managed to finish.  DFL is better than DNF and since so few girls race in college I still earned points for the team.  The run the next day went better than expected.  During my previous long runs my hip had started bothering me, but with my foot hurting so bad, I didn't notice the hip pain

2)  When I bought my first bike, it was with the intention of doing triathlons.  The guy who I bought it from was a triahtlete and was giving me all sorts of pointers and tips about triathlons.  He mentioned how he didn't run in socks to save time in transition.  Good idea I thought, so I decided I would start running without socks.  This guy only does sprints and a few oly's so he had no idea of my longer distance goals.  Well, I decided I wanted to do a marathon.  I did the White Rock Marathon and I did the entire thing without socks.  Mistake!  I managed to peel off my bloody shoes and my dad was just like, "And this is FUN for you?!"  Live and learn.  Oh, also about my first marathon.  Packet pick-up was on Saturday and the race on Sunday.  Being the first weekend of December it was finals time.  I had a final Saturday morning, took it, then drove straight to Dallas picked up the packet etc.  I did the race on Sunday and then had to drive back to Lubbock that day because I had a final Monday morning.  I practically had to fall out of the car to get out when I got home my legs were so tight.

3)  Most recent stupidity I guess would be training for that 24 hr ride.  I would work all day on Friday and then ride all night by myself for 14 hours or whatever since none of my friends were willing to help out.  It really didn't seem bad at the time, but I think back now and am just like, How the heck did I do that?!  Yet at the same time, I have the desire to do that stupid RAAM qualifier in the back of my mind.  Everyone at work keeps telling me that I have a loose screw somewhere, but hey, I'm having fun!

Umm... I don't recall ever showing you the chaffing on my inner thighs.  I usually keep that chaffing to myself and only my running friends in the locker room, when they're wondering what the heck happened.  You must be getting me confused with another young, hot tri girl- lol!