Carolina 14, Seattle 34

Ah, well. At least we weren’t shut out.

I know I’m married to a statistician who’ll argue there’s no correlation, but it was over before it began, when Pittsburgh won. No way were two away teams winning when only one had ever made it through three road games to get to the Super Bowl.

Pan-thors!

Here’s a great piece of sports writing.

I knew the Panthers would win when I realized I have a meeting at 7 p.m. Sunday. The game starts at 6:30.

Back in the day, there was a man in section 320 of Eriksson Stadium who would turn to one side and yell “PAN!” then to the other side and yell “THORS!” He obviously was a linguist (despite what his red neck and beer belly would usually connote), like my father, who says Flee-Boos would be the best name for a team, because those vowel sounds carry farthest. The awful “er” sound isn’t very glamorous.

Go, Panthers!

Works in Progress

I’ve been working my trade connections to get a logo for Sage Yoga Training (the tentative title of the “boutique”). I think it’s going to look great; when it’s final, I’ll share it here. I’ve grabbed the domain name sageyogatraining.com, though I haven’t figured out how to direct it where I want it to go. And I’ve started working on an updated Web site, to pull it all together.

I’d love to hear what y’all think.

The blog might move from here to there soon, if it seems prettier and easier on my end. (I won’t miss manually typing HTML code for links, and the photo uploading process here is tedious and unpredictable.)

Black Pearl


The symbol of my twin obsessions, capitalism and triathlon. Here’s hoping I can transfer those obsessions to make a positive change in the world.

"Weak Leg!"

On the way into the stadium on Christmas Eve. We were personally responsible for a missed kick thanks to Wes’s valiant holler of “Weak leg!” to Billy Cundiff, who was fired two days later. Still, the Panthers lost to the Cowboys. At least we looked good.

What Pedals?

Wes called from the bike store, where he’d gone to try a Cervelo P2 K with a 2004 frame and 2005 component set. I was jealous because it was similar to the P2 SL I rode and have been dying for since. (I know I said I wasn’t, but I was.)

“What pedals do you want on your bike?” he asked.

Wow. That is love, and a lot of his father’s generous and impulsive influence coming through. (Thank you.)

Here is his bike; it is in Duke colors, but is otherwise awesome. My bike made me feel like a rock star when I rode it. It’s anodized aluminum, very black and sinister. I plan to add some hot pink accents: seat bag, race tires, maybe saddle and bar tape. If I have a sophomore slump this year, it’s not because of my ride. I could work for years and not be as fast as the bike would let me.

My business plan–what to do with the pending coaching certification, my yoga work, my enthusiasm–is inchoate but starting to congeal. In the next few months it ought to come together. Meanwhile, I’m going to sit back (forward, in the aerobars) and enjoy my ride, my glorious new ride. May we ride them in safety.

Lillian


Another amazing profile by my mother. This child announced last night that she wanted to be Lillian instead of Lily. This morning, she seems to have forgotten.

Banjo Holmes


My mother took this picture of my father today.

Day 3 Reflections

A short final day to the clinic. Poor foresight that the Panthers would be playing right now has me about to board a plane. We had a functional training strength session this morning that left me with quivering quads. Less of the eye-rolling dynamics today, because the room was reconfigured.

I’m glad to have done the clinic. It’s given me some good places to start further learning, and it was a good confirmation of things I already knew. I’m hoping it will help as I work on my book.

Go, Panthers!

Day 2 Reflections

A long day–a “marathon day”–at the clinic. More good information. More personality assertion. I got to unleash my full Leo performative side when the strength and flexibility presenter, also a Spinning and yoga teacher, had me demo poses. It felt to me like I was showing off, so I was glad to receive a number of “thanks for showing the poses!” afterward.

My tablemate is a lovely woman from Michigan who invited me out with her and her husband tonight. I wanted to save my energy, and I didn’t want to intrude. But it was very kind. After watching how people reacted when the two big question-askers kept asking questions over and over, she said simply, “I love watching body language.”

The clinic coordinator is doing a great job of keeping us on schedule. If anything, we’re starting sooner than she says after each break. But triathletes eat that stuff up. Discipline us!

On two breaks today, I strolled along a boardwalk over a nearby lake. Signs warned of snakes and alligators, but all I saw were turtles, funny little black ducks with red beaks, and a little heron. I watched him fish. During the second walk, it came to me that USA Triathlon should really hold one of these clinics at the UNC Wellness Center. The facility is perfect, Meadowmont is great for food and groceries, and there’s a decent hotel just across the street. We have coaches around town that can give wonderful presentations on par with what I’ve seen this weekend. I’ll pitch it to the coordinator sometime next week.

By the way, Mike Carey, the head ref for the Washington-Tampa Bay game, is a total fox. And a great official.