It’s a Quads Vs Hammies Smackdown!

Brick. The name of the workout is called “a brick.” It’s a bike ride followed immediately by a run, and is used to simulate a triathlon race day. It’s called a brick because your legs will feel like bricks if you try to run after being on a bike for a while. Bricks are hard.

I thought the brick transition feeling might be a myth, like the 5-second rule, or the injury-free barefoot runner. I thought that maybe, just maybe, it just wouldn’t exist for me, like the way that I never had any wisdom teeth form (srsly, no wisdom teeth). I was so very, very wrong.

Being a runner, it’s my hamstrings (back of the thighs) muscles, or “hammies” that are the main power house muscles. Of course, all the leg muscles work in conjunction, but in running, hammies can either make you go faster or make you miserable. On a bike, it’s the quadriceps (front of the thighs), or “quads” that rule and help you kill the hills. In a brick, it’s hammies vs. quads. One guess as to which one is stronger on me.

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There’s a battle brewing in there.

When I go from bike to run on a brick workout, I imagine there’s a conversation going on between my quads and my hammies that goes like this:

Quads: Whew! Those were some hills. I’m on fire!

Hammies: Okay, Quads, we’ll take it from here. Time to run.

Quads: I don’t think so, buddy. We’re still firing.

Hammies: Let it go. We got this. *grunts*

Quads: Sorry, we’ve been in this position for so long I just can’t stop.

Calves: Hey, when’s this workout going to be over?

Quads and Hammies: Shut up, Calves. Go support that weak-ass Achilles Tendon.

Quads: Okay, Hammies, you can take over, but not until she’s done at least a mile. And…

Hammies: Yes?…

Quads: You have to let me be more sore than you tomorrow.

Hammies: Deal. See you on the foam roller.

Quads: What’s a foam roller?

Hammies: Oh, it’s a barrel of fun. You’ll love it! *snickers*

And that, my friends, is what gets me through a Brick. Imagining a smackdown between various body parts. Next week: The imaginary one-act play starring my bladder and my stomach…

Run on, friends!

(Cape) May I Have Some More?

4 words: Cape May Without Kids. I’ll add one more: YIPPPPEEEEE!

I love my children. They are adorable and my universe. They are 8 and 5. But Hubby and I haven’t been away from them for a weekend since…NEVER. How could I have let such a thing happen??

When you don’t have family around, it’s hard. When you don’t have money to drop on a weekend sitter, it’s hard. When you haven’t been away for a whole weekend with the hubs for over 8 years, that’s just WRONG. I want my husband to myself for a whole weekend. I want to run and bike with him without having to hire a sitter. I want to sleep in with no kids having nightmares at 3AM and no cats puking at 4AM.

So when my fabulous brother-in-law and sister-in-law not only gave us a gift certificate to a B&B last fall for our respective milestone birthdays, but offered to take the kids for a weekend, we didn’t hesitate. Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!

Last Friday, we packed up the bikes and headed down to south Jersey, dropped the kids at my Angel-in-Laws’, and headed down to Exit 0: Cape May, New Jersey.

It was a gorgeous spring weekend. Our triathlon is now 5 weeks away, and it’s time to crank it up a notch. We rode 22 miles on our bikes, and ran 4 miles up and down the beach promenade. So it’s also a runcation. A bikecation? Highlights:

Breakfast on a sunny porch.






Freshly shorn alpacas.


Feeding freshly shorn alpacas.


Running 4 miles after biking 22 miles. Then a huge nap.


Jersey Shore Victorian Beach Architecture.


It was lovely. And I survived. I survived a huge brick workout. I survived a workout with Hubby (he likes to go insane distances). I survived a weekend without my kids.

It might be another 8 years before we get away again. Lordy, I hope not. Cape May I have some more?