Written by: Jay Bernath (Sherpa to 5 crazy girls for Ironman Florida 2012) After months of training, their day was here, But for a sherpa, a time to fear. As a warning . . . This tale may seem to be quite unreal, But hang with this group, you’ll soon know the deal. October 31st, the day we left for the feat, When the rest of the world all went Trick or Treat. To Ironman Florida, in Panama City Beach, Where 17 hours is the mark you can’t breach. On […]
My Cycling Training Trip To Mallorca
Majorca or Mallorca (yes, it has various spellings, I guess catering towards both Spanish and English dialects) an island located in the Mediterranean Sea, is one of the Balearic Islands. Ok, I know you know I am smart, but I did have to look that up (Smart, but Geographically challenged, in other words). Regardless, of how you spell it, or where it is exactly on a globe, it is one stunning place… and what better way to take such beauty in, but on a bike!! How this came about… […]
5k Swim Race report : Whats the point?
Sometimes you really got to worry about triathletes, right? One day I am sitting at my computer, daydreaming. Set the scenario: it is a beautiful sunny day, not a cloud in the blue blue sky. How I longed to be in a body of water, wanting to forget all the stress of everyday life, cool off, and just be lost. So if you have had any experience dealing with triathletes, I bet you can predict what happened next. So the point I am trying to make is…mmm…. lost my train […]
Swim in a Tumbler, Bike in a Hurricane, Run in Hell – a love story!
RACE REPORT – GULF COAST 70.3 TRIATHLON ILANA KATZ MS, RD, CSSD A race report warranted to be written… Why? You ask — mmm… Where do I begin, to tell a story of how hard a tri can be. A real life story that begins with the sea, the simple truth about the survival of me. Where do I start? At the very beginning…. Arriving at Panama City Beach, in the Gulf Coast was breathtaking. The ocean as smooth as a mirror, and as turquoise as a precious stone. The […]
YOU ARE AS GOOD AS YOUR LAST RACE
AmeliaIsland– Atlantic Coast triathlon 2011 – RACE REPORT ======================================= For real, I am sitting here with writer’s block… unlike me I know, but “Where do I begin… to tell the story of how great a love can be?” … fast forward… twenty four hours…. I titled my Amelia 70.3 race report “You are as good as your last race”. This seemed most appropriate to me, because it was the first time in my own history of triathlon that I was one hundred percent excited for this race, and 0% […]
Ironman Lake Placid 2011 – race report
Hi. I am number 565, but I will have you know, I am more than a number. I am an Ironman! And I loved every minute of the journey getting there… well almost every minute, but never mind, because I don’t think I could add up the latter into more than an hour or two… ok, at max three. Regardless of those darker moments, I had a smile on my face through the whole thing, even into the darkness of the night. Sunday morning, 7/24/2011 : 7:00am anxiety set in. […]
Triathlon–Amelia Island
AMELIA ISLAND 70.3 RACE REPORT Ilana Katz MS, RD, CSSD and 70.3 Finisher again October 15th, 2010… Great way to end a tax quarter… extensions in the mail and on the road to Amelia Island for my 5th 70.3 distance triathlon. Last year it was Augusta Ironman 70.3, not quite my “A” race, but I did have Marine Corps Marathon lurking on the horizon. This year it was Amelia Island as an island (the only one to focus on)… but post stress fracture was the thorn in my side this […]
MY TRIP TO SOUTH AFRICA
Its been 10 years since I’ve done this familiar ritual in anticipation of my seventeen hour flight to South Africa. Packing and repacking, butterflies multiplying in my stomach, consistently reaching to ensure the sleep-induced hormone (melatonin) is still uncrushed in my pocket (yeah, it’s a long flight), first in line at the Delta Airlines International check in desk – three plus hours early, anxiously awaiting to board the gateway to my personal Paradise, “home”. Besides South Africa being a gem to behold, travelling to city you grew up in as a child has a unique set of characteristics. There is a certain confidence of knowing your way around, yet simultaneously a daunting unfamiliarity. Besides activating the windscreen wipers instead of the indicators while driving, I seem to recognize what I am seeing but also realizing nothing is in focus. Emotions from both extremes of a continuum pump through my veins. Like Bill Bryson in his book "I'm a stranger here myself", I had to orient myself to things which should have been familiar. It is disconcerting to find yourself so simultaneously in your element and yet out of it. My coping mechanism....
White Lions, Penguins and My Childhood Home
&g Hi ! White Lions, Penguins and My Childhood Home Have you ever traveled to a town you lived in as a child? You’re confident you are turning on the right road, well mostly confident but something doesn’t look right. It’s like looking through foggy sunglasses. You kind of recognise what you are seeing but it isn’t sharply in focus. As many of you know I just returned from a long overdue trip “home” to South Africa. (You can see pictures of my trip here.) Like Bill Bryson in his […]
