True Inspiration
True Inspiration

When Harriet Anderson crossed the finish line at Kona — the Ford Ironman World Championship — in October 2009, there were a few reasons she stood out.

At 74 years of age, she was the oldest female competitor to complete the race. At 11:53 p.m. she finished, just seven minutes before the cutoff. And the reason she’d taken longer than usual?

The arm taped to her side was a clue. She’d broken her clavicle at mile 80 of the bike ride when another cyclist bumped into her. Did that deter Harriet? No. She picked herself up, finished the next 32 miles on the bike, and promptly walked the entire 26.2 miles of the marathon.

You can power through the 2.4-mile swim in ocean water. You can jump on your 27-speed carbon bicycle to ram through 112 miles of hot, dry pavement. Finally, you slip into a pair of shorts for a 26.2-mile marathon. Thousands begin the race and many fail to make the finish.  In 2013, at the age of 78, no one else could match her “Wonder Woman” power to cross the finish line—first in her age group.

Running an Ironman breaks most men down to physical misery and exhaustion. To do what she does at age 53 all the way to 78 defies our imagination. If you are a man or woman, look her story up on the Internet. She will motivate you, cause a sense of awe in you and bring out the best in your body, mind and spirit.

Endurance sports are not about finding your limits; they’re about finding out what lies beyond them. For Harriet Anderson, she lives with no limits.

 
 
Seen a lot of slim chicks posting their

workouts on here so I thought I'd join 

the fun
Warning : I will bully every one of you

into daily stretches, plyo drills, crazy 

intervals, lifting heavy weights and 

epic long runs
104 °F.....  As my Grandma says, 

"Marathon training ain't for p*ssies."



Crazy old lady is right.

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Santa baby, just slip a Garmin under  the tree for me; been an awful good  girl, Santa baby, a pair of running shoes too, light blue; Santa  baby, I want a PR... and  really that's not a lot...  So hurry down the  chimney tonight!
Four stages of a man's life: 1. you believe in Santa 2. you don't believe in Santa 3. you are Santa 4. you look like Santa
Dear treadmill, I hate you.. but I need you. Relationships are complicated.
My eating habits range from a fitness model running enthusiast to hungry unsupervised child in a candy store.
When we're young, we sneak out of our houses to go to parties. When we're old, we sneak out of the parties to go  home.
Running helps me maintain my "never killed anyone" streak.
1% of the population will run a marathon in their lifetime; it's their obligation to talk about it so the  remaining 99% will know what they  are missing.
I hate when I say I wanna lose weight  and people say "you could quit drinking". Like... ok, I could  quit eating too but let's be  realistic about this.
You know you're a runner when... you see 5k and automatically think  3.1 miles, not $5000
Nutritional labels should include a "What if I ate the whole damn thing" section.
1. DENIAL  2. ANGER  3. BARGAINING  4. DEPRESSION  5. ACCEPTANCE  My stages of getting  ready for treadmill.
Joggers bounce up and down at  red lights. Runners just stand there, looking pissed.
I just don't want  to look back and think "I could've eaten that."
Woke up in running clothes. I really  admire drunk me and her ambitions.
Nutritionist: You should eat 1400  calories a day. Me: Ok, and how many at night?
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