irons in the fire.

Hey guys. Long time, no talk. How’s everyone?

I’m still here, plugging right along. I’m back on track with this goal, but you might recall I had a couple of setbacks that forced a bit of a pause in the action.

In late December, I woke up with this Flintstone-foot-aka-tendinitis that *literally* stopped me in my tracks:


Around that same time, I had gone in for my very first mammogram and they “found something”. Turns out it was a tumor in my left breast (thankfully benign) but it needed to be removed because it was kinda big.

Since I was already sidelined from the Flintstone foot, my surgeon thought the timing would be great to do the surgery right away because it would force me to actually allow myself the time necessary to heal. During my pre-op appointment he was all, “Distance runners are dumb. They’ll run even if they’re in pain so let’s stack the deck here.”

Gotta love an honest doctor. 

Basically, we all know that life doesn’t happen in a straight line. It twists and turns and sometimes it even goes backwards before it goes ahead again.

But one thing is for sure: it goes on, life.

And that’s what’s been happening around here. Life has gone on. I’m running marathons again, and will recap those soon, but I wanted to tell you about a Big Fat Hairy Audacious Goal that I set for myself even though when I say it out loud it makes me throw up in my mouth a little bit:

I’m doing an Ironman triathlon. For those keeping score that consists of a:

2.4 mile swim
112 mile bike ride
26.2 mile run (aka marathon)

In a row. On the same day. WTF.

Yeah, I don’t know. I’m a masochist and/or I like a challenge and/or I’m an idiot. Let’s call all of this rhetorical.

So anyway, I’ve been doing a lot of running.


I had my daily reminder tattooed on my arm: begin from here. Because there’s a real good chance I effed something up yesterday. But right here, right now. A chance to start again.

And cycling.


I don’t always ride a bike but when I do, I try to make sure it doesn’t move and is in an empty room so no one can see me looking like an idiot.

And swimming.


Not pictured: the nose clip I can’t swim without. It feels like you might think I’m joking.

And possibly some bitching and moaning. Mostly the other stuff though.

I have a coach who listens to me whine all day/e’ry day and still somehow he believes in me. So I’m gonna keep at it and see what we got.

Stay tuned.

Run on, friends! And other stuff.

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13 Responses to irons in the fire.

  1. me says:

    Shouldn’t that be “swim, bike, and run on…”? Proud of you.

  2. Mike says:

    Dude, you kick ass! Miss you guys. Give squeezes to the family from us!!

  3. paul, joo-mee & Gabby says:

    Go Melisa! we are applauding & rooting you and your cause!

  4. Jay j says:

    Wow! That is awesome! You go girl!!

  5. Christie Agtarap says:

    Congrats on the goal! Which IM?

  6. Stacey says:

    I am so happy to see you back! I have been stalking….ummm watching for updates since February! Happy to hear everything is healing and you’re back in the swing of things.

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