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.

New Featured eBibs

*loses 3 lbs* (Next Instagram post) "If anybody needs help with their diet or coaching, email me. Rates-$250/month"
Rest Day.  AKA "Thinking about running all day" Day.
My week is basically:  *Monday *Monday #2 *Monday #3 *Monday #4 *Friday *Saturday *Pre-Monday
Difficulty sitting on a toilet?  Dread even the sight of stairs?  Difficulty getting out of bed?  Difficulty walking?  DIAGNOSIS:  Ran a marathon!
I used to be able to drink all weekend. Now, a night of drinking requires more recovery time than my last marathon!
Some days I run to LOSE myself,  other days I run to FIND myself.  But most days I run because  I want to add to my  bling collection.
Run like there's a hot guy in front of you & a creepy one behind you.
Hey girl... Run your heart out. I'll be at the finish line.
When your friends suggest that you could just skip the run....  "You think this is a game?"
Cross-training... My brain said "crunches" but my stomach  auto-corrected it to "cupcakes".
Nothing in the world can make you feel hotter than boob sweat.
I do not spew profanities. I enunciate them clearly, like a f*cking lady.
Next time someone asks you how much you weigh, tell them on hundred and sexy.
I am currently experiencing this run at 15 WTFs per hour.
I'm at that point in my life where  I consider wearing my hair down as making an effort.
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