dresses

Training for this triathlon has been a labor of discovery for me.

First of all, I’m not very organized.  I even had the date wrong.  It is a whole week earlier than I thought.  Gheesh!

But, you know what?  I am really proud of myself.

I started small and worked at it piece by piece and now I am five weeks out and I really think I am going to make it.

I had such a powerful week last week.  I ran my first 5k without walking and swam just under a mile without stopping.   It was such a huge confidence boost for me that I laid down the money for the rest of the equipment I needed.

My bike arrived yesterday (I had to order it as every REI in the area was out of my bike in my size – of course) and I felt like a little kid on Christmas walking out of there with my new bike, my helmet under my arm and a bag full of biking goodies.   I swear the smile on my face must have been a mile wide.  Some young cute guy even commented on how nice my bike was as I was walking it to my car.  Hee Hee!

I even splurged on a swim suit and a brand new nuu-muu.

In buying all this gear I have been surprised at how girly I am.  Anyone who knows me knows that girly is not a word that describes me.  Even my daughter told me the helmet with the flowers on it was too girly for me —  she later changed her mind and we agreed that it was the cutest one and in the bag it went.  I also got a purple bell and will be completing my tri in a bubbly dress.   Wow, how far I have come.

My biggest surprise is how much I am enjoying it all.  I look forward to going out for a run and can’t wait to jump in the pool.  I am making progress and reaching my goals.  Two days ago I only had a few minutes so squeezed in a short jog to the park and back.  I was barely winded and when I mapped it on google maps it was two miles.  Two miles.  I couldn’t believe it.  a few months ago I couldn’t run a few hundred yards without keeling over.  And last night I took my new bike out for a spin and went 8 miles without even blinking.

I can do this.  I have been procrastinating and giving myself outs and making excuses for months because I was terrified of failing at this and now I know I can do this.

“We believe in strong girls and women. We believe in real people, real bodies and real friends. We believe in trying really hard. We believe that moments of truth can be extended to lifetimes of truth. We believe in having fun along the way. We believe that you can too.”  — Nuu-Muu’s Girl Power Philosophy

Thanks for the inspiration ladies!

A while back a friend of mine  started an increadible business with her friend and business partner.   A business for women, run by women.

nuu-muu

She is a runner and was completing a half marathon in an old polyester dress that she loves and found really comfortable to run in.  She threw it over a pair of shorts and off she went.  After several people commented on her dress and asked where she got it, she thought there might be something there.

A lot of hard work later nuu-muu was born.  It’s a play on the muu-muu (remember those? LOL).  Get it?

Who says you can’t be athletic and girly at the same time.  These dresses are made for exercising but are cute cute cute as well.

Well, when she started the business she sent me a dress.  I was so excited when it arrived and then absolutely mortified when it didn’t fit.  It would barely go over my head and when I did finally get it on, everthing was bulging and horribly horribly wrong.

This had nothing to do with the dress, which is actually very flattering and made for real bodies, even coming in sizes up to XXL.  It had everything to do with my denial and the size I should have asked for, but was too embarrassed to.

So, the story goes, it was laundry day and 106 degrees out and I needed something to throw on so I could wash my very limited supply of clothing appropriate for such a heat wave.  I look up and there it is, hanging in my closet, just where it has been since the day it arrived.  What the hey?  and I put it on…

What?  It goes over my head.  Hmm, a little tight across the boobs, but wait…  Where is the bulging?  the uncomfortable tightness that made me want to run and hide under the bed until winter?  Almost gone.  Not perfect, but with a pair of leggings, this pretty little thing just might make an appearance on my next hike and is definitely making the trip to Hawaii.

Can I just say, as a side note, that I hate having big boobs.  Having lived with them since I was 10 years old, I can confidently say that if I could have one plastic surgery it would be to remove them.  Nothing cute is cut for big boobs.  Why anyone above completely flat chested would want to make them any bigger, I simply can not understand.  OK, rant complete.

How did this happen?  Have you read The Gabriel Method?