So I guess it's back to base training. Or actually, with only 10 weeks til Cabo, I guess we're already back to build. The weeks following recovery, I was very good about getting in the pool and doing my weight training. Then my car got stolen. (Meh, LA.) Car was returned, sans battery, and sans gym bags. Weirdly enough, my thieves left certain items, like my water bottles and Polar heart rate strap, but stole my rock climbing shoes and chalk bag (left the chalk... why?) and, while leaving my towels, took my beloved Mdot workout suit, which is now out of print, ergo I am very sad. Really, who steals a used two-piece Ironman bikini?? Gross. So that sort of stalled swim training for a few weeks while I was trying to regroup all the goggles and suits and that mess. But as of today, I'm back on schedule. And the good news is, I used time away from the pool to kick some hill-ass on the bike.

The newest member of my family is Sojourner Truth (Ain't I A Woman-Specific Design?) That is the unabridged name for my road bike, a Trek WSD Madone 6.5. It. Is. KILLER. Weighs in at nary a 15 lbs. I fly up mountains and soar back down. (Well, soar for me... it's certainly better than previously... I PR everytime I descend something I've descended before.) As I am totally in love, I've been putting in a lot of bike miles and am keeping up with the fellas during rides (hence the naming of the bike for an iconic figure of women's equality.) I kind of wanted to take a family portrait for a Christmas card of me and my two bikes. They are totally my children. I love them so. I wouldn't put it past me to sing them to sleep. 

Hello, beauties.

Hello, beauties.

As I stayed in LA for Christmas, I took part in the Strava challenge, the Rapha Festive 500, where I and some other insane people without lives biked 500km over the course of 8 days. It seemed like a good idea at the time, since many of us were doing a metric century on Christmas. It was actually a great way to spend Christmas, since I wasn't at home, and biking for hours up giant hills with cool people is better than sitting alone gently weeping to Christmas songs on the radio.

Santa socks through the Santa Monica Mountains.

Santa socks through the Santa Monica Mountains.

Getting in the miles was fun, so long as I got to ride with folks. Three days I biked alone, and it was crappy monotonous ass. One of those days it poured rain and was 44 degrees, and my Garmin turned off, so I only added 14 miles. That was not worth it. But with the 90 miler, I got my 500k by Sunday, and did a victory lap of a New Year's Day ride with the Fortius folks. In all my triathlon days, I have never biked so much... generally I'll have at least one day off, and this was a minimum of 30 miles a day. According to Strava, I biked for over 20 hours. That's major. Needless to say, my butt hurt. But wow, the next 50+ ride I did was such a cake walk. So I'm feeling good about that.

I'm going to get an actual plan set out to see if I can maximize gains before the next race, and am talking to a nutritionist. I have vague Paleo plans, but when I become ravenously hungry at the Pub and want to shove any and all food in my face, best intentions go awry. So I'm trying to get an expert to tell me what I should bring to assuage the hunger without harming the health, planning out meals and timing thereof, et cetera and so forth. Nutrition is truly the missing link to take another step up in my game, and I'm kind of excited to tackle it. 'Cause I'm totally gonna. And it's gonna be awesome. I'd like to figure out some kind of life approach that's sustainable instead of a "diet". Diets mean deprivation, and that sucks. But if I have a way of life, let's say, 5 days on Paleo, 2 days flexible, that could work. I just like beer too much to go full Paleo forever. I'm happy to report that, in my extremely nonPaleo holiday break, I did not gain too much Christmas cookie weight, even though I had cookie breakfast at least four times. I made some unbelievably tasty Mdot gluten-free shortbread cookies, all crumbly buttery nomnom, which were giant and prone to lose their dots/heads. Obviously, if they were headless, I had to eat them.

Not paleo.

Not paleo.

Holidays are the time for eating things you'd never eat normally. Even though I wasn't home, I did it up. One time I even had a cookie AND cheese breakfast. (That was a hungover day after Christmas, and no, I am not proud of that.) I'm back to mostly Paleo now, thanks to a local grocery store with fresh young coconuts for $1 a piece. Hydration AND a delicious snack? Don't mind if I DO! Yesterday my breakfast was roasted kabocha. It's weird times in my kitchen.

I think I have biking 350 miles in 8 days to thank for a lack of fatness. My race weight was about 141.5, and right now I'm at 143.5. Plus, as of this morning, I'm leg pressing 360lbs, so we know I've not lost muscle. Go gurl.

It's a new year, with new goals, and a whole lot of vast undertakings to tackle. Of course, I want to further expand My Body, My Pace, My Choice, too. One thing at a time... one of my resolutions (other than to have actual friends) was to finish projects as I go, so I'll need to check things off the list before moving on to the next thing. And there are so many things! But I'm feeling very positive about where I am, and where I'll go. 2013, baby. Let's do this thing.

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AuthorNikki Muller