Over a month ago I applied to be part of the Vanderkitten VIP team for 2015.
I’ll be honest with you kittens, I’m not sure what I was thinking. Sure I’ve been having some awesome conversations with myself lately about getting back into racing, and my running and cycling is faster and more consistent than it’s ever been, but applying to be a sponsored athlete for 2015 might have been a *bit* of a stretch.
Until Sunday morning when I checked my email and saw this:
Holy CRAP! I’m in!!!
So check out just exactly how amazing this brand is:
Vanderkitten, “Clothing for women who kick ass”TM, was created to answer the demand for a compelling and empowering brand for women that goes against the “just add flowers” and the “shrink it and pink it” recipies that are so dominant in contemporary women’s active lifestyle apparel. In order to answer this call, we knew we had to be more than just people sitting in a cube penning your future. We had to become fully immersed in the culture of action sports and active lifestyle to develop the look and excitement that reflect what we see around us every day. This enables us to create a fantastic brand by directly creating a new path for women to live extraordinary lives; not settling for the ordinary.
Seriously? Does it get any more “I am woman hear me roar” than that? And I GET TO BE A PART OF IT FOR 2015!
I applied as a triathlete, but as I’m learning more about the program and how it works, it appears that there are many of us worldwide, and it’s really a support network for all different sports.
What this means for me from a training perspective is that I will need to work to shift my cardio in more a more specific swim/bike/run format. I’ve already made the tweak this week to get my butt back in the pool, and will be doing 2x each discipline per week for the short term. I’m going to continue with my weight training for the moment, but stay tuned as I’m sure there will be some fun changes and endless adventures as I plan my 2015 race season!
Also keep an eye out for some awesome race photos of me swimming, biking, and running with the kitteahs in 2015!
We’ve all had the wind knocked out of us at least once in our life. But have you ever had the wind knocked out of you by a three inch long harbinger of death that not only hits you in the chest and paralyzes you, but leaves you splattered with wings and brain matter?
Yeah, up until today I hadn’t either.
It was a really REALLY eventful bike ride kittens.
I mean, dragonflies don’t look that big to an average human, but take one to the chest at nearly 20 mph and it’s a whole different story.
Anyone else had something disgusting happen lately? Tell me all about it, stud.
So my vagina wanted to divorce me on Sunday. True story.
See, I’m signed up for the American Diabetes Association’s annual Tour de Cure ride at the end of March, and I am raising money and riding miles to support this great organization. (If you want to support me, please go here. Every single dollar makes a difference and I NEED help to raise the most money possible!)
And when I say miles, I’m not kidding. I’m riding sixty freaking two of them. That’s a long time in the saddle kids.
This past Sunday was a good warm up event, and I got my cycle on with a 40 mile distance.
I’m not going to lie, I was SUPER nervous going into this ride. I had a friend to ride with, and had been putting in the training and the miles leading up to it, but 40 would be the longest ride I’ve done yet and I was a little concerned my body wouldn’t hold up.
Luckily, I was wrong. I felt GREAT. Amazing even. When we got to 10 miles I didn’t believe we were there already. At the rest stop at 20 I was itching to get back on my bike. At 30 I was still laughing and having a great time, and even pulling the pack a bit.
But at about 35 miles, while taking stock of how my body felt, I realized a somewhat unpleasant truth.
Despite the extremely padded bike shorts, the plethora of chamois butter, and the time spent training, my lady bits were KILLING me.