This is 31.

I’m stubborn and want to keep my weekly blog going, instead of just fizzing out once again. I figured since the instagram #miniblog is en vogue, I’d borrow and repurpose that concept to re-share my latest thoughts from the ‘gram on turning one year older after a tumultuous last 12 months.

Also, if you’re not following me on Instagram, you might as well go fix that.


I like spending my birthdays doing something challenging and, as I’ve come to learn, prefer tackling these adventures alone. It gives you ample time to reflect on the past year’s lessons and start dreaming up what’s in store for the next 365.

This birthday tradition started a few years back, with a standard HPB-assigned 100x100 birthday swim. Soon after followed 128 mile and 129 mile rides for my respective 28th and 29th birthdays. Last year it was a crazy mountain bike ride up Kenosha Pass. This year I was worried my birthday adventure would be a little boring, thanks to a recovering broken ankle, but Lucy and I have been hiking a lot for rehab, so a double 14’er sounded like just the right adventure to take on.

For the uninitiated, a 14er is a mountain that peaks over 14,000ft; there are 58 in Colorado alone. I had one under my belt and wanted to add to my list. Lucy and I started at sunrise to hike up Grays Peak to 14,278’, where we took our obligatory peak-bagger photo, before walking down, across and up a steep ridge to Torreys Peak at 14,275’. Six hours of hiking, scrambling and tail wags later, let me just say: Colorado, you are might pretty.

Looking back, thirty came and went with plenty of struggles and set-backs, but also some new adventures and significant growth. It felt a little like a two steps forward/one step back kind of year. Here’s to more leaps forward this upcoming year, because I had a full day of dreaming and scheming and planning today and let me tell you, thirty-one sounds great.

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What I’m Reading

Why Your Desk Job is So Damn Exhausting. Oh. Also, I don’t know what episode but there was also a really great podcast by Sonya Looney and she talked about setting parameters on when she did “work work” leading up to a key session or race. As someone guilty for working a full 8-hours remotely the day or two before an Ironman, I think it’s time to reconsider my strategy.

If you’re into hiking adventures, one really good book, apparently also a movie, about tackling the Appalachian Trail. It will simultaneously inspire you to tackle the AT, while at the same time suggesting it’s a terrible idea.

How Being Judged Affects Your Work As I read this, I could not help but think about it in the context of triathlon coaching. Several friends are coaches, while many friends are coached—and lots of stories from both ends of the experience spectrum.

Timely, given I received a “rockstar” rating during my work review last Friday (after the past six months spent feeling like I was struggling) but why feeling like a fraud can be a good thing.

(Not Yet) but I picked up Kara Goucher’s new book from the library last week. A quick flip through and it looks to be a little light in terms of anything outside of pretty pictures and journal prompts—but I’m still hoping to be surprised.

What I’m Cooking

I intended to make this for next week, to make good use of all the corn I got from the Boulder Farmer’s Market this past week—but that has not happened yet. Stay tuned. Also, can we talk about shishito peppers? New obsession (side note: this section is really only here to inspire me to try new things… so I’m all ears for any new suggestions).

What I’m Doing

Working. A lot. I’ll be heading to Denver next week to demo what I’ve spent the last two months building and agonizing over, and it will be launching to the public in a week. I got a massage last Friday and my guy was pretty much like, “dang girl, you are definitely stressed about something!” I’ve also been tackling daily PT exercises that include a lot of single-leg actions because, apparently, I need to re-learn how to walk and run again. More on that in a later post.

The Healing Process

After I found out I broke my ankle, there was a 10% chance I would be able to still race Ironman Wales (this upcoming weekend). I took my doctor's very hesitant prognosis and got inspired. I ran (well, hobbled) home and started researching all of the ways to speed up the healing of a broken ankle. Or, at the very least, how to ensure my best odds of a successful recovery. 

Below, I outlined a number of strategies I tried to give myself the best shot at healing quickly. While (spoiler alert!) the body had different ideas and I'm still at least 1-2 weeks out from running, I believe the strategies below helped heal relatively quickly/correctly and gave me something to strive for while my triathlon goals were put on hold.

Keeping me sane during this time has been a refocusing of my goals and not worrying about not being able to run or bike or even keep up with my lane mates—but focusing on the little things that I could keep in my control. In a way, this is the complete opposite of the typical way I approach triathlon (I'm great at executing the swim/bike/run portion, but try to get 8-hours of sleep and do all of the small yet critical things? Not so much). 

If there was ever a silver lining to this injury, it was that it has taught me how to treat my body during times of stress. Maybe you don't have to wait until you're sidelined with an injury to have that knocked into your head—at least, for your sake, I hope you can learn a little from me.

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Strategies to Heal Broken Bones

(That also happen to be good take-aways for any training athlete)

Nutrient Rich Diet: Focus on lots of nutrient- and anti-oxidant rich foods. Research the AIP diet (auto-immune protocol) and get some ideas for ways to decrease inflammation while allowing your body to heal. While I didn't stick to this 100%, I did use it as inspiration for ways to focus on ways to heal naturally and maximize my healing through nutrition. For me, this included extra protein, bringing more colorful veggies into the house and a focus on Calcium, Vitamin D and Iron supplements. I am usually wary of supplements and even usually failed to take my daily Centrum multi-vitamin prior to this, but I made it a priority during the healing process. Although I typically don't drink milk or eat yogurt, I added them back in during this time.

Feed your body: This one was hard, as I was well aware that I was burning far less on a gimpy leg than my previous 18-25hr training load. But it is still critical to make sure you are giving your body enough calories to promote the healing process. So while I certainly didn't lose any weight while injured, the few extra pounds were worth the peace of mind that my body had what it needed to heal. 

Avoid Ibuprofen: (Or any other anti-inflammatory drug for that matter). These both delay healing—some natural inflammation can be good in the repair process!—but also limit the amount of feedback your body can accurately provide if you're just shutting down your pain signals.

Quality Sleep: While I can't say I hit the gold standard of 8-hours each night (thank you, crazy workload), I did try to prioritize sleep. As we all know, this is critical healing time and should be a non-negotiable for anyone looking to maximize their healing and recovery, whether from a broken bone or a 5-mile run.

Exercise/Movement: Yep, you heard that right: surprise, surprise - injured people don't have to spend 5 weeks parked on the couch! Shortly after I joked about screwing a bike cleat into the bottom of my boot, someone posted a (likely unrelated) tweet shaming people trying to exercise while still in their boot. Well, for starters, you likely don't know the specifics of their injury (e.g. weight bearing was not an issue for me—I just couldn't re-roll my ankle for fear of undoing the damage, hence the boot) and, secondly, the more you can maintain or increase circulation and (doc-approved) movement, the more quickly and correctly your injury will heal. I'm not saying this is for everyone, but odds are that if the person is in a boot, getting the heart pumping and the blood flowing is not a bad thing. 

Make your life easier: This comes in a variety of solutions: I kept a chair in my shower (will definitely be setting this up the night before each Ironman from here on out!), I brought everything I needed upstairs from my bedroom at the start of the day so I could avoid trips up and down the stairs, I wore a running shoe (Hoka!) with semi-equivalent height to my boot, even while puttering around the house to avoid any imbalances. 

Treat Yo Self: Similar to the above, but don't forget to take care of yourself while down. For the first week or two, I got my groceries delivered and ordered delivery (thank you GrubHub!). I hired a cleaner the second week to do a one-time clean and handle the things I could no longer easily do myself. I also enjoyed a few epsom salt baths and Amazon'd a few new books to keep me entertained during my down-time.

Limit Alcohol: Said to also inhibit healing, plus if you only have so many calories in the day, you'll want to focus on adding quality and the nutrients suggesting above, rather than filler junk.

Limit Excess Coffee: It's both dehydrating and could affect Calcium levels. I wasn't so sure about this one (thanks Dr. Google), but figured I'd still limit my caffeine intake and stuck mostly to green tea during this time. Plus, it's not as if my stress and cortisol levels couldn't also use a little coffee break.

Collagen/Bone Broth: I've read a lot about the ways additional collagen (whether via bone broth or the powdered supplement) can help promote tissue and bone growth. I added in both traditional bone broth as well as some of the unflavored Vital Proteins powder that you can add in your tea or water. I also got my hair cut last week and my stylist said it was the healthiest she had seen in the last few years, so at least something good definitely came out of it!

Challenge Yourself in New Ways: One thing I haven't done in years? Any significant upper body strength. While there were a few limited lower body exercises I could still do, I found the best way to keep me motivated was to keep myself challenged and that was by moving my body in different ways. I took on an upper body and core routine and was the crazy person hobbling around the weight room in my boot doing a lot of seated or standing upper body moves. 

Quantum Healing Meditation: Yep, you heard that right. I figured this one was more on the woo-woo end of the spectrum but since I was already spending time meditating daily, I figured it wouldn't hurt to spend a few of those minutes imagining my bones and ligaments healing themselves. Some say thoughts still can promote certain chemical reactions in your neural pathways... kind of understand, kind of skeptical, but really no hard in a few extra calming minutes of daily meditation. Read more about it here.

No Smoking: Well, duh, you shouldn't be doing that anyway—broken bones or not. 

Things I didn't do, but wish I had: access to a bone stimulator or other more high-tech ways of healing, acupuncture (I had it on my list but never got around to it) and access to an alter-g instead of my aqua-jogging.


If anyone else has anything in their healing toolkit, whether for a broken bone or just smashed legs after a hard week of training, I would love to hear it! My goal is to add it to the list, as well as to my list of "new habits" that I get to take away from this recovery process. 

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Dog Days of Summer

Full disclosure: earlier this spring, I made a half-hearted attempt to restart the blog, with the goal of weekly posts. I made it a whopping two posts. You could say I'm attempting the same thing now, a few months later. Sometimes it just feels good to put thoughts to pen to paper. Either way, no promises.

Just over five weeks ago, I broke my ankle. After several weeks of my best ever training, I had put in several 7-hour days on the bike and that very day, I ran a total of 22 miles, plus an easy swim, and felt amazing throughout. I have never felt more confident in an Ironman prep than I did those last few weeks, and Ironman Wales was still over eight weeks away. It's my kind of race and I was already ready. My goal was top five.

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I was just about to tuck myself in for an early bed that Sunday when I took Lucy out for one last potty time. In the condo where I'm living, I don't have a fence, just a few little flagstone steps out to a common shared area. I leashed Lucy up, walked her out and tripped over one of the big steps out to the grass. I went flying, completely bruised my left side and startled Lucy (she ran off—but not far), and heard/felt a very loud and painful pop from my right ankle. After some screaming and lots of sobbing, I crawled on my hands and knees down a flight of stairs and went to bed snuggling a bag of frozen peas.

The next day, I tried to stand to get out of bed and immediately fell down into a worthless puddle. I couldn't put any weight on the ankle but figured it was a really bad sprain. Still, not one for excuses, I thought I should just go "get it checked out" before I had to email Michael to let him know I skipped the easy bike on tap that morning.

There wasn't a lot of swelling. I could kind of/sort of walk on the edge and so hobbled my way to an urgent care doctor the next morning, driving with my left foot, about 7 Advils deep (next time I'm calling a friend or taking an Uber). The initial exam was fine and no big deal based on my pain levels; everything I told the doctor pointed towards just a sprained ankle and quick recovery. 

So I was in shock when the radiologist told me I had broken my ankle. Knowing my high pain tolerance, I should have guessed better but I didn't start crying until I left the office and got back to my car, now with a temporary fiberglass cast cutting off circulation to my right foot and a pair of crutches to help me get around. I didn't start calling doctors until later that afternoon; I was still heavily in denial.

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Thankfully, I managed to roll my ankle inward, versus outwards—which is what 99% of people do (clearly I'm special). Because my avulsion fracture was of the medial malleolus and not the lateral side of the ankle, my doctor said I didn't need surgery. Had I fallen the other way, I would have needed surgery and it would have been a much bigger deal. #silverlinings.

Two days later I made it to CU Sports Medicine and got a second evaluation and left with a boot and what felt like a life sentence: 4-8 weeks in the boot and no running, biking, hiking, leaping—pretty much everything that brings me joy, you name it. 

But I could swim! So that's what I've been doing. Plus some pool running and some lifting and this week I started to take my boot off and try to bike (in a brace) and hike and will be working on strength exercises to ease back into running. I am already a master at modifying exercises to be single-leg-friendly (hint: a bosu ball is key).

 Running "laps" in the neighborhood pool

Running "laps" in the neighborhood pool

So yet again, I am starting from zero.

I debated sharing my story this time around, but I know that we all tend to share the gold-tinged experiences—the smiles, the podiums, nothing but the good times. To be honest, the last few weeks have sucked—big time. The accident has been isolating. I've dealt with some serious depression. I've thrown away hundreds of dollars due to the accident (hospital bills, cancelled race flights, unused coaching bills). I got bumped down to a slower lane at masters and at Siri's swim. I can't run and can barely bike right now. .I took all of my progress the last few months and tossed it into the flaming dumpster.

A few weeks back, I showed up to swim practice after a short break and Michael joked that he "missed me". Honestly, my only response was, "I miss me too". Because you take someone away from something they love so much and something that makes up so much of their life and honestly it's debilitating. I don't recognize myself without sport in my life. 

I watch everyone with the consistent builds, the high TSSs and productive off-seasons and kick myself for one freak injury after another. I keep telling myself: at least my set-backs have not been chronic injuries? It's been stitches from a bike crash, a weird slipped saddle and subsequent hamstring injury, a broken ankle... walking the dog of all things. I try to stay positive and focus on the fact that this last incident has taught me to treat my body more carefully and to take my vitamins, add the protein powder to my smoothies, get eight hours a night, meditate a little more and stress a little less.

So once healed, can I be more confident in my come-back? I'm hoping so. Either way, if anyone knows any ways to human bubble-wrap people when not training, I'm all ears. Let's add it to the ever-growing arsenal.

 Thankfully you can still cheer while injured: spectating Boulder 70.3 instead of racing. 

Thankfully you can still cheer while injured: spectating Boulder 70.3 instead of racing. 

What I'm Reading

"‘Should I Quit My Day Job to Write a Book?" - except replace with "turn pro", "start a full-time blog", "become a triathlon coach"

"Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be.”

"Habits of Highly Effective Athletes: Stay in Your Lane" ...duly noted. 

"You’re not world class if you’re not actively about inclusion." Steph Curry on empowering women and girls in sport.

"How to Turn Your SUV into a Camper" Wanderlust and car camping is on my mind. Maybe I should just buy a tent? 

What I'm Cooking

Something amazing I've been doing for the last few months is making more meals in advance, whether actual meal prep, or just a buffet style prep where I cook rice, roasted veggies and chicken ahead of time so I can throw together a quick and healthy meal during or after a busy day when needed.

Most often, I try to set aside two hours on Sunday to make a few days worth of meals (typically three) and it usually includes overnight oats, a salad and then a dinner. This week it was: Roasted Cauliflower Salad with Chick Peas and Lemon Tahini and Pineapple BBQ Chicken with Broccoli and Coconut Rice. Both are A M A Z I N G. The first is vegan, btw, if you're into that.

What I'm Doing

Last weekend I got to crew for two friends racing the Leadville 100 Run and met a few awesome internet friends in the process, but other than that... not a whole lot. However, I did start back with my coach and structured training this week and Sunday was my first time on a bike since the accident. It was painful but boy does it feel good to get out.

I have a whole lot of PT exercises to keep me entertained and I've weirdly been enjoying a lot of rowing and strength training, since those are some of the things I can do without bothering my recovering broken ankle. My strength training had been spotty prior but honestly I have I loved it so much, I can see that being a practice that sticks around, even after recovery. See—silver linings to an injury!?

Thanks for reading! I'll see you next week... or maybe not. 

Again. And Again. And Again.

In one of my many past athletic lives, I was a Division I volleyball player. I played enough games to earn a coveted Varsity letter, but not enough to avoid becoming frustrated with spending a good portion of my time on the bench. Sometimes I look back and wish I had pursued track instead of volleyball—but then again, I have yet to touch a volleyball since 2009 and I still love to run. Trade-offs and what-ifs—do they actually matter?

One of my most vivid memories (of many) from the days playing for Penn Volleyball was one brutal practice where the coach, whom I happened to dislike greatly, had us performing push-ups for each missed serve in a practice. But in the most diabolical way possible, the "penalty" went up by 10 push ups for each missed serve.  

First missed serve? Each player on the team had to knock out 10 push-ups. Second missed serve? 20. And then 30, then 40 and so on. The catch was that with each missed serve, each player's arms got more and more tired and so more and more balls went into the net or careered out of bounds.

I remember when we hit 100 and we looked around and I wondered if the torture would ever stop. Would the Coach pull the emergency brake and end practice, or would we keep going until by some miracle we managed big lollypop easy serves in-bound that meant a reprieve from more push-ups.

I can't remember how it ended—other than useless arms for the next few days—but the final pushup tally was somewhere approaching 1000. Afterwards, we sat around in the locker room, dazed. Some of my hardest training sessions pre-Ironman were with the Penn Volleyball team and this one still sits pretty high up on the torture list.

I honestly don't know if that episode ultimately taught us anything, or if it had any affect on our team's performance across the rest of the season—but I think about that day quite a lot in my triathlon training. 

My long rides have recently had a number of hard intervals to hit, longer and higher wattages than I am used to seeing in training. And, frankly, I have missed quite a lot of them. But each time I miss them, whether within an individual bike session or across several, I always make a point to take a deep breath, refocus and attempt to hit the target, regardless of whether or not how tired my legs are or how uncertain I am that I will hit the outcome. 

Missing the goal happens. It's not a reason to get frustrated and give up and walk away from the training session. Yes, it may make things harder but it's no reason to stop or to deviate. You can start to realize that so much of what you are attempting to do (within reason) is more about finding the calm within yourself and executing, whether it's getting the ball over a 7'4 net or holding 2X0 watts for 20 minutes. 

I listened to a great Finding Mastery podcast a few weeks ago with Bob Bowman, in which he describes a similar process by which he had a female athlete swim as many 100s as it took to go under a specific time (I believe she was trying to break a minute for the 100 free). The goal is to create an environment in training by which athletes are asked to raise the bar and perform at a level that truly tests their abilities. 

On Number 24, after several missed splits and even crying behind her goggles, this athlete swam a 58. Clearly it was not her fitness or strength that kept her from breaking through that performance barrier—it was her focus and mindset. By putting her in a situation where she had to figure it out under high stakes, the coach simulated a typical race day environment and forced her to learn how to solve a problem under stressful situations.

The more I train and the more I experience failure in my training, the more I come to realize that performance is all about learning how to be comfortable being uncomfortable and learning how to access the edge of our athletic capabilities. Not every day—that would be a recipe for burn-out—but enough where we are able to show up on race day, think to ourselves "yes, this feels familiar and yes this is achievable" and we are able to go out there and execute.

While I would never voluntarily subject myself to so many pushups that I can't wash my hair for a week, I love the new targets that are set in front of me and have embraced my many failures as a way to keep trying, and trying, and trying again.

Starting Lines

Does anyone ever feel ready when they line up on a starting line? 

Does it get easier by the time you reach start line number twenty? What about fifty? What about number one when you don’t quite know the suffering that awaits and you’re working with a clean slate? Or, what if you’re “only” racing amateur? Back of pack? Coming back from an injury? Maybe you’re on your home turf and you’ve run/biked the race route hundreds of times. Maybe it’s a Sprint or Olympic... or maybe you have a pre-baked excuse ready to let you off the hook?

Or—maybe—what if you’re lined up next to a 3x World Champion, the same one who you just so happened to awkwardly ask for a photo at your second half-ironman just six years ago... and now you occasionally swim with her at swim practice and you can only laugh at the weird turns where your life has brought you to get to today. 

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I am not sure I have ever felt ready for a race. I am also not sure I ever will. 

The more time I spend in Boulder, the more I realize that I don’t live the life of your typical professional triathlete. Some days, I am the girl jumping out of swim practice early, sprinting from the pool to the locker room, sweating as I try to change and speed home to make my 8:30am conference call.

Other days I’m not even that lucky and the call has to happen in my swimsuit from the stall of an outdoor shower. “Hi everyone, this is Maggie.” [HITS MUTE BUTTON] …. [UNMUTE] “Yes, well let’s see: yesterday’s deployment went well but we’ll need to clean up some of the profiles and I have a few concerns about the process builders so let me do another round on those and I’ll follow up before end of day.” [MUTE BUTTON]. Honest to god, whoever invented the mute button deserves the Nobel Peace Prize. 

I love it, but it’s not always easy. 

Six weeks ago, I had the first of two professional triathletes come to stay with me. Right around then, I started swimming regularly with Siri Lindley's crew, all full time athletes. Three weeks ago, I raced a small but high caliber field at Monterrey 70.3 and did not meet the high expectations I set for myself. Two weeks ago, yet another mostly full-time triathlete came to stay with me. You start to get a glimpse into what it takes to be world class and begin to realize that your life as currently designed does not have the room for prioritizing triathlon life. At least, not if you hope to maximize your potential. Naps? What are naps? 

Following the build up above, one week ago, I had a total melt down about the fact that I would never live up to my hopes and dreams as a professional triathlete. I spent one weekend throwing a hissy hit and skipping a few key workouts and generally just getting down on myself. 

But what is the answer? It would be easy to drop back and become an amateur and lower the invisible bar I keep setting for myself. Or, I could quit my job and lose a huge part of what I love to do and what stimulates me intellectually day to day (and pays the bills). At the same time that I question all of this and my investment in the sport, I see Lucy Gossage win Ironman Lanzarote as a part-time doctor who entered the race "on a whim" and it gives me hope.

I ask you just as I ask myself: what is balance? It depends on who you are asking. For some people, balance is 30 hours of training a week, 9 hours of sleep a night and regular massages, naps and recovery smoothies. For me and (maybe) for people like Lucy Gossage, it’s working a job I love, “playing" a sport a love, maintaining a social life (even if it revolves around triathlon), getting lost in the mountains on epic all-day rides and making the most of the all too short time we all have in this crazy world.

Triathlon brings me joy. It doesn’t have to be as serious as so many of us make it out to be. We are simply going out, exercising for absurd amounts of times and distances and making the most of what we can at any given moment. 

And for right now, that’s good enough for me.