Quiet Corine: Oxymoron
May 23, 2014 by Corine Rogers
100 miles is a long ride. For real life. It's really long. It's 1 mile, 100 times. 100 miles, typically means that this girl is on her bike for 8-10 hours. The bike is a lonely place for me. If you have met me, you can understand why it's lonely. It's lonely because I can't talk. You can't ride safely side by side. No side by side = no chit chat= quiet Corine= very bored Corine. I'm known to be chatty. Sometimes it works. For example, it works during the run. The more chat, the better. I'm known as "Verbal Vomit." On the bike, not so much. On the bike, I'm known as "last one to finish." Oh, the bike and I are not friends. We are more like "frienemy's." But, with all the struggles of the bike ( I did fall again this weekend), I do enjoy a large chunk of the alone time. I do a lot of thinking and praying and chatting with those that are still on this earth and those that have departed. Catch me on a very tough hill and you might audibly hear me talking out loud. I also think about all the things about the bike that I still haven't accomplished 100%:
1. I'm terrified of going down hill.
2. I don't really know how to change a tire under pressure (100% lied to my father recently about this- whoopsie)
3. Staying upright- I have fallen 3x. Last fall 5/17/14- standing still, unclipped, at a traffic light. Minimal blood.
4. Knocking out 100 miles while not completely losing my mind. I still say alot of bad words.
5. Thoroughly enjoying the taste of Gu- yup this is an actual edible product that I pay good money for and eat, willingly, to endure and finish Ironman.
Back to the bike. So while biking uphill, you have to sometimes dig DEEP into a bag of mental tricks to keep going. On Ironman I will climb close to 7000ft for about 7 hours. That's some solid thinking time. I think alot about some of my friends that have fought HARD, harder than my 7 hour effort of climbing. Harder than my 17 expected hours of Ironman. I think about my Mom who defied the diagnosis of breast cancer and stated that " cancer was really no big deal. You just get it, deal with it and get it out if you are lucky and move on." (Disclaimer: we are not suggesting that cancer is no big deal, I'm just awestruck and must share that this was her attitude all through treatment). Honey Badger. I think about one of my besties who has fought back so incredibly hard and tells me how proud she is of me and how she loves that I do this. I think about one of my buddy's sisters who I find to be an incredible inspiration as she fights and wades through the aftermath of cancer and still manages to be Super Mom. And...I think about some of my friends and family that have not yet heard the words "all done," "remission", "cured", and how that is so incredibly not fair and how they deserve a break and miracle as much as I dig deep and find strength to finish the next hill on this ride. Sometimes I make a list of people that I ride for, and scarily (is that a word?), by the time I get to the top, I'm still going through the list. Sometimes I make a list of every kick butt woman I know that exemplifies strength; that list is long, too. Either way, I get to the top and then back down again, and then eventually to the car. I make it home, bumps, bruises and ego smashed yet again, only to willingly attempt this over and over until race day. To be as relentless as this disease. No more saying "someday." SOMEday is TODAY.
Ironman UPDATE!! Butt Bigger, boobs smaller :(
May 12, 2014 by Corine Rogers
Hey Friends and Family!!
My girls, my fellow women, my buddies…..as many of you are aware, I am training for my first Ironman. Technically, this is my first triathlon in over 10 years. I have been wanting to provide you with a meaningful update about my Ironman training. An update that would leave you feeling inspired, wanting you to give me a virtual high five, wanting you to go run out the door and sign up for your own race and go after that goal and nail it!
I am giving you an exclusive, behind the scenes look on what is really going on in Ironman Land (not to be confused with Disney Land, because this sure ain’t it) as I approach my final stretch of fundraising and training. A “Corine” take on things per say. So…here we go:
- I would become one of those “morning people and do 5am workouts with a smile on my face.”
- That I would be a green, clean, eating machine and become a lean, mean, moving machine.
- My social life would get trashed.
- I would become “one” with the bike.
- I would live out my own Nike commercial fantasy each workout.
- I would be challenged and would adapt and change for the better.
- I would inspire others in some way, to do “something.”
Disclaimer: This is the Good, the Bad, and the very, very ugly.
- I am still NOT a morning person. I did make it to 5am spin class 2x. One time, I actually COMPLETED the class.
- I prefer donuts to protein shakes. Forget the Kale smoothie. Donuts are where it’s at.
- I sit on the couch on Friday nights and watch inspirational Ironman finishes to get pumped up and to tell myself if this 86 year old woman can do it, I can do it. Training starts at 7:30am so I’m low key these days. BONUS: One glass of wine gets me tanked.
- Riding a bike is sort of hard. As in uncomfortable-wobbly-kind-a hard. As in, just standing over my bike on the very first day, I fell over and have a 6 inch scar on my leg to prove it. See above photo. I audibly SCREAM on certain down-hills and say very BAD words going uphill. The bike and I are becoming friends, but it’s been a long road (pun intended). I go on 12 hour bike rides, with 9000 ft of climbing and receive texts from my coaches saying “are you okay?” My response: Yeah buddy, I’m JUST fine. My legs and ass are killing me and I’ve been on my bike for 12 hours sucking down nothing but Gatorade and GU and dirt and you want to know how I am?? Dandy. I’m pretty sure child birth doesn’t even last this long without some kind of narcotic. Thanks for checking. (He is actually really awesome and inspired me to get back on the donut train and leave kale smoothies in my dust.)
- My pants don’t fit. My legs are too big. I wasn’t betting on muscles getting so big that I can’t wear my pants.
- My bras don’t fit. My boobs got smaller. I wasn’t betting on that either. Sucks.
- My underwear- a lot if it, doesn’t fit. Definitely DID NOT bet on this. Not really sure what’s going on with this, all I know is it’s an expensive battle and it doesn’t fit.
MY NIKE FANTASY
My NIKE Fantasy is simple. I finish the Ironman and have one of those tearful, sweaty, joyous moments! Please see above photos. I’m betting on that I will look just sweaty and dirty.
The Inspiration behind all of this madness is you. For every person that asks me “why are you doing this?” I’m doing it for you. To prove that everyone and anyone can do this. But especially to every bench warmer, to every awkward kid who hates P.E, who wants to be a stronger person and reach their goal. And I do it for women, because we are a special breed. There’s a whole society ready to tell us that we can’t. That we are not strong enough. I have actually had women tell me that my body isn’t made for this. Well, I’m sorry, but I’m going to prove you wrong. I have countless swim, bike and run workouts for the last 9 months to prove you wrong. I have muscles that I have never had before, to prove you wrong. I have worn out sneakers and scars to prove you wrong.
And of course, I do it for four very fine women, all affected by cancer. My grandma, my mom, my Aunt and my friend. For some of you reading this, I am doing it for your grandma, your mom, your aunt and your friend. I know that there are countless others. I know. But I don’t want there to be. So please donate and help me find cures. Make your “someday,” TODAY. Like, I did. Someday is June 29th; fast approaching. Someday is TODAY.
With my whole heart,
It's IRONMAN time!!
Jan 15, 2014
Corine Rogers; YOU. ARE. AN. IRONMAN.
These are the words that I am working towards.
CANCER. IS. CURED.
These are also the words I am working towards.
Here's the deal; I have a mission-to help find cures and more effective treatments for blood cancers. To accomplish that mission, I’m participating in a sports endurance event as a member of The Leukemia and Lymphoma Society’s (LLS) Team In Training. IF you are reading this letter, we have probably met. I have probably chatted you up (more like talked your ear off) and told you that I like running marathons. I probably told you about my Team In Training group that I love dearly. We train indidivudals, just like you, to reach a goal of a 1/2 marathon, full marathon or a triathlon. We raise funds to help find cures and better treatments for leukemia, lymphoma, Hodgkin’s disease and myeloma. And YOU know that this works, because we probably both have a friend or family member in common that has benefitted from the work that we do.
Here's the second deal. I decided to try a tri-athlon. But....not just any tri-athlon, an IRONMAN. This is partially insane, because an IRONMAN is:
2.4 mile swim
112 mile bike
26.2 mile run
ALL IN ONE (1) day. It's a race. It requires training. It is hard work.
Fighting Cancer is hard work. I want to do this in honor and in memory of my friends and family that have fought this battle hard. An IRONMAN is a funny joke compared to what they faced.
Here the third deal. I am committed to raising $7500.00 dollars for this event. I'm terrified of rasing this much money. I'm terrified of training (FYI I'm supposed to be in the pool with the other beasts in 15 minutes and I'm fundraising instead).
If what I've said isn't enticing enough, if you still don't feel that I would apprecciate your support, consider the following:
If you donate:
$20000.00- I'll let you pick anywhere on my body, the site of the IRONMAN tatoo ( to be predetermined and designed) from the neck down, excluding any area that is typically seen by a baby doctor.
$10000.00- I'll be a blubbering mess, crying tears of joy, and it will be all because of you.
$1000.00- My acid reflux stays in check for at least a week and I can focus on training (right now I'm the slowest one and terrified of the bike).
$500.00- Hey Corine! We are pumped for you and know this is going to make you drag yourself out of bed at 4:45am for training.
$100.00- Corine, pedal on, that hill is going to end sooner or later. Get going!
$50.00- Corine, we think you look super strong, like a fitness model!
$25.00- High-5!! You are a rockstar!! We can't wait to tell all of our friends that you are going to be an IRONMAN!!
No donation too large or too small!! Every dollar counts! Someday is TODAY.