Monthly Archives: September 2011

Hot Mama Squad – SpaWeek!

On Monday night I attended my first blogger event hosted by Spa Week. The opportunity was literally handed to me by a blogger friend Janice at FitCheerleader. Janice is from Canada and couldn’t travel to NYC to attend, so I got very lucky! The event was a pre-launch to SpaWeek, which is October 10th-16th. SpaWeek is on a mission to pamper everyone, especially Mom across North America! During SpaWeek participating spas are offering $50 treatments including scrubs, massages, facials, pedicures, and get this, 78 LifeSpa locations are also offering free childcare for two hours – they know that us Mom’s need to get our relaxation on! Is that incredible or what? So not only was this an event I wanted to be at, but a program that I am happy to be associated with.

I was able to attend the event with a guest, so I lured one of my best friends with me, I dangled the chance at raffles, a goody bag and being able to have some of the wonderful spa treatments at SpaMerge to come with me; with the chance of a pedicure, manicure, facial, eye brow waxing and massages this was not an event to pass up!

When we arrived at the event we were both a little clueless, my friend is not a blogger, has no idea about twitter, and probably has no idea the internet exists…okay that’s pushing it but you get the point, we were greeted by the fabulous staff from SpaWeek, than the SpaMerge entourage welcomed us with mimosa’s, refreshing water and provided us with a wonderful array of spa treatments to choose from; we selected manicures, noshed on delish appetizers and met some adorable bloggers. I had fun conversations with Alicia from Mommy Delicious, Gina from Mommy Posh and the gals from Mommy Mingle. I probably should have worked the crowd a little more, but I was feeling a little sheepish, and once I latched onto these girls, it was all I needed.

The manicures provided from SpaMerge were fantastic, and a very talented waxer, Vicky who was featured in New York Times stalked me to get my eyebrows done, I turned her down a few times before I finally gave in, when else will I be able to get my eyebrows from a famed specialist, and free?!

Nonetheless, it was a really fun night, with some great women, at a wonderful, pleasant and relaxing venue. It was just what this mama needed! I’m also happy to to now be a proud member of the Hot Mom Spa Squad (#hotspamoms) which basically means that I’m one lucky lady –my major responsibility is to make sure that every mom out there gets pampered – check back here for Spa Gift Card giveaways, reviews and other fun spa related spa “stuff” that will help us all get our relaxation on.

Thank you SpaWeek!

Posted in deanna, deanna verbouwens, moms night out, spa, spa merge, spa treatments, spaweek.com, That's Life

Race Nine of Twelve: Westchester Triathlon

By Deanna

Sunday I participated in a Triathlon as part of a Relay. I selected to do the 25 mile bike portion of the Westchester Triathlon. For this relay, I was part of Team Donovan which supported Donovan, a young man that has been living with Freidreich Ataxia (FA) disease. FA disease is a rare, debilitating, life-shortening, degenerative neuro-muscular disorder. About one in 50,000 people in the United States have Friedreich’s Ataxia.

I was proud to be riding for such a great cause, and although I didn’t have the chance to meet Donovan I met his parents, who are warm and wonderful people. Hopefully in Donovan’s lifetime we will see a cure for this disorder.

The race was located in Rye, New York starting and finishing at the Rye Playland in Westchester County. The race atmosphere was insane, there were about 50 elite athletes, and over ten college triathlon teams; college triathlon teams? Am I that old, never heard of this before? When did this start? Amazing!! Right? What was really exciting was all of the college teams did their collegiate chant, at first I have to admit it was annoying because I was intimated but by the time we got to the water for the starts they were actually motivating and inspiring.

As I took a glance at the field of athletes I was in complete AWE. The bodies were chiseled works of art; the athletes were as young as 18, old as 74 and everything in between. It was really amazing to see all the athletes getting pumped and ready to go. Me, I was intimidated!

When we got to the water there were twelve start waves. It was neat to watch all the colored caps running into the water, by time my brother-in-law (the swimmer and runner of our team) got off it was thirty minutes after the first wave. As I started my way back to the transition area to get ready, I knew I had at least 30 minutes to get situated, pumped and ready to go. I really wasn’t worried about the bike at all. I was advised by my sister, a seasoned runner and triathlete that there were two tough climbs. Just two tough climbs, what’s to worry? In my mind I thought I could handle that. I knew I wanted to finish in at least 2 hours, hoping for 1:45. I didn’t train on the bike as much as I should have, but I was training for my half that is coming up this weekend, and really needed to run. So I thought I’d do okay. Well, I should have trained more because my two bike rides – eight and eleven miles did not prepare me for the killer hills throughout this entire course of 25 of the toughest frigging miles of my life.

Needless to say, when my brother-in-law came in from the swim, I was pumped and ready to go. As I was unracking my bike I caught the eye of a swimmer from another relay, he looked at my bike, looked at me, looked at his teammate with a “Holy shit she’s riding that bike on this course” look; he then exchanged some words with his teammate, pointed at me with his chin and said something that could of very well been “Is she seriously riding that bike on this course”. I didn’t catch what he said but it pissed me off. Let me be! But yes people, I did, I rode a tough course on an old hybrid bike, with pretty thick slicks, and about three gears. Not ideal but I had no idea that it would matter.

Nevertheless I was off. Within the first mile I was met with a pretty intense hill, which I miraculously got up. Miles two to four were even more of a challenge; some of the climbs were so tough they had inspirational motivating words on the side of the road. It was right before mile five when I saw a hill before me with such an incline that I knew I had to walk it or I’d never make it the rest of the 20 miles. I actually chugged up the hill faster on two feet than if I would have with my bike. The rest of the course kicked my ass to say the least, for me anyway. I tried to channel all the cool dudes, and expert riders from #bikeschool while I was riding, I cursed myself for not training more, I swore like a drunken sailor that just got to port eyeing his first floozy in ten months because this ride was that tough, and I was about to sell my children for any type of relief from this torture.

I had to dig deeper than ever before with this race, with four half marathons, over three dozen 5K’s and 10K’s, two Ragnar Relay’s, a Tri, raising two sons, losing over 50 pounds, navigating this life in general, this was the RACE that made me dig as deep as I ever had to go. I almost quit on myself. Yep, I almost asked a race official for the sag wagon. At one point I said, well if my tire blew it wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Imagine that? But I didn’t. I couldn’t for Team Donavan, I couldn’t for myself. I started to think of my mom and her fight with heart disease and emphysema, I thought of my dad confined to a wheelchair – he’d love to ride a bike, I thought of my children, my husband that just got injured in a fire,(thankfully fine, but scary) I thought of myself that yep I’d have more bragging rights and carried on. I had to. I pushed as hard as I could on the flats, made myself let go and completely enjoy the freedom of the many steep downhills, white knucking, getting as low as I could, and just flying!

All in all, the course itself was beautiful, tree-lined roads, majestic homes, farms and aside from the hills those mean ugly mean mother effing hills I enjoyed it. And I’d do it again. With another bike. Oh and training. On hills. Lots of hills.

BTW – I completed the bike in 1:57, overall our team finished in 3:49 not bad for two people that didn’t train.

Posted in #bikeschool, cycling, deanna, deanna verbouwens, Mangia Mia Fitness Pia, triathlon, triathlon relay

I Know This Much Is True

By Deanna

*You can’t control crazy, I’ve said this before, but it’s true. Craziness at work again, really always, it’s such a disfunctional place to work. I couldn’t take it on because I can’t control what’s not in my control. So.Be.It. was my attitude, and maybe it was my defense mechanism, but it helped me not get to a really depressed place. A depressed Deanna is not good. Nevertheless, the outcome of the craziness is even worse than what we expected and it just sickens me – I have to believe in Karma and what goes around, otherwise I may have to take out the Italian horns…for now, though I’ll let the Universe handle it.

*Riding 24 miles on a bike this weekend as part of a Tri Relay, excited to get on the bike, but gotta be honest, afraid of a spill with my fifth half marathon only days away, yikes!

*The three year old bugger is a ball hog – we knew this when he played T-Ball, but in soccer, oh my goodness, it’s a little embarrassing. I have one that is afraid to be aggressive, and one that is way too aggressive. OY. To. The. Vey.

*My boys fight like they are competing in Wrestle Mania on a daily basis and it drives me crazy, bat shit crazy, why do they have to wrestle like that? It’s so violent, annoying, and LOUD.

*My fifth half marathon is only days away…eight days to be exact! EXCITIED!!!

Posted in ball hog, crazy control, deanna, deanna verbouwens, half marathon, i know this much is true, soccer, That's Life, triathlon relay, wrestle mania