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The Tom Sawyer trick

October 10th, 2009 by erikacsomor

Do you still remember Tom, who got ordered by his aunt to paint their fence?

Tom made the boring and long job attractive by selling it for his friends.

Something similar happened here in Kona. People got lined up and ready to pay fortunes for equipment, nutrition, travel expenses to come here to Hawaii- only to burn to ashes on the lava field…

I am also a Tomboy, with the same attitude, (like Tom had for fence painting) toward the bike cleaning and preparing for the Big Bike Check-in…..long and boring….

I had an idea. If WTC could perform the Tom Sawyer trick here, I could do the same with my bike cleaning….

I occupied the Cervelo booth on the Expo, taking my P3 on their bike rack and started the cleaning process.

Soon a line formed by spectators (quiet a crowd because the actions of the closing expo) who were only guessing which Team TBB girl is under the oil painted face?! I was a true spectacle.

While I was giving more signatures (+ oily finger prints) and photos than the day before on the official signature hour, I started advertising my bike cleaning by grinning and looking excessively happy!

Tom accepted presents for letting his friends to paint a little bit, like marble ball, dead cat on string….etc…

I could live without all these, so I offered the cleaning sponge them (regarding the expo closing) FREE!!!

Well, the world is full of fools.

tom-sawyer

I found a guy who stood by me (turning the pedal while I put oil on the chain, etc) for an hour.

I asked if he is athlete too? He said he is a sponsor…???

Then he pointed out the booth just opposite us, he was from the very concurrency!

He was actually an industry spy!

He wanted to know top secret things like who gonna win the race tomorrow!?

I am a loyal to Cervelo so I DID NOT tell him!

P.S.

Later on I pushed my Pretty into the transition under the eyes of so many spies (who were counting how many bike goes with different bike parts etc…) and score ONE for Cervelo, Oval bars, ISM saddle and LG helmet!

reday-to-go

Having fun tomorrow….

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How I became a runner?

September 24th, 2009 by erikacsomor

“Give horses to your children, not money!”- Winston Churchill

I dedicate this little novel to Zali Sutton who turned 6 and facing serious challenges in her professional athletic carrier

Our coach is often referring about me as having “running background” or being “natural runner”, while he is right- as always- I think he has no idea what he is talking about…

So here is the story of “how I became a runner”….

-Hard to imagine but there was a life before the cell phones….

Information was transported by messengers.

In our little farm that was ME. The smallest, with two sticks instead of legs….and anyway, not really useful for anything else….

But that job did not make me any runner. Some messages were never delivered (went to the account of natural disaster) -the kid forgot it half way and went for playing soccer with neighbor kids…

Then around my 6th birthday something happened….

Grandpa dragged me into the stable saying “there is a huge surprise for you Babi!”

I got all excited, I really, really wanted a bike for my birthday…

But there was Mathew IV. lying on the straw still wet.

A newborn baby horse. A boy. Mathew. Or exactly Mathew IV.

In our family, like in every royal family, the oldest son inherit ting not only the family name but the first name too. Same with the farm animals. Our every stallion got named Mathew and every mare Monique. Mathew, the fair-minded was our greatest king and Monique?! Well, this will stay the secret of my Grandpa forever….

So there was Mathew IV. My surprise.

I hated Mathew from the first sight, because:

1: He was not a bicycle,

2: He was now the smallest, cutest- the new favorite of the farm,

3: He was not too smart, but he figured out quickly that I am the equivalent of him in the human society and probably the only one with considering spear time, so we kids should have to keep and play together,

4: Mathew IV. has a green or wild card, being free in the yard…

5: Mathew was growing fast, and was a beast,

We played all day long the only possible game what Mathew could find out, he was chasing me and I escaped, madly…

I always tried to sneak along the walls silent, but the dogs, the bitches, always betrayed me…joining to the fun. I have never forgotten those interwalls.

With the time going on, I survived and outran many more Mathew and Monique.

I can thank my basic endurance and speed for them.

This is also the reason, why my family and any another Hungarian do not eat horse meat.

We do not eat family members….

The lesson of my little story?

Run Zali RUN!!!!

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From Breaking Down till Twilight

September 15th, 2009 by erikacsomor

(the Embrunman story)

Today I sold my soul to the Devil. I would not name the Devil (for my own good) but the pact was about if I go home and write a handsome blog then he will forget me the last 3 hill reps….DEAL! (you do not wanna wait for the second offer of the Devil….)

I dedicate my little blog for my favorite vampires:

To Bella,

who does not stand the vampires, but she is a real KILLER. So they named the most famous female vamp in the history after HER… ;-)

To James,

who was eagerly listening to my vamp stories all the way from Austria to Leysin only lost concentration when Jacob came into the story.

“But whoTF is this Jacob?!”

“Well, he is a werewolf….”

“Aha.”

“It is a vampire love triangle, you see?”

“I see…”

Anyway, James was the coolest vamp in the story, however he did not last long L


Three vampires were holding a pre race briefing a la Hungarian/Californian/South African English at the dinner table.

The French program and info booklet in the middle, the meeting went on.

1. page: “Previous winners”- bla-bla-bla, history, quick page turning…

2.page: “Bike course map”- Up and down, up and down, bla, bla….more then 5000 meters altitude difference….whatever….

3.page: “Race Schedule”- start time at 6 a.m. huhhh, that is early…

(the first time when I heard about the separate female start at 5:50 a.m., I was in the mobile toilet at 5:45….SHIT!)

4.page: “prize money” –here we are!!!

The Hungarian vamp started to cut out the chart with her fork and knife to later stick on her bike stern.

Our master always told: “Be prepared! In any race, there will be a point (or two) where certain questions will come up. (Something like: what TF am I doing here?) If you do not have the answer ready, it is too late, you lost!”

So we were preparing. For any devilish question we will have the answer ready: The Wrong vamp copied the prize list onto her race bracelet. She is a born optimistic, she started the list from the top. To make it sure. She stopped at the 5.place position, dreaming….2000 EUROS!!! (Loud sight)

James Tarzan is a visual type. He made pictures into his head.

“ 1.place –a house, in South- Africa (of course)

2.place- a car, an African JEEP? Maybe?

3.place- ??? 3 camels?

……..”

At dawn, 6 very cool vampires got out of the cars, slamming the doors. (since we are doing the tube sessions, my car- door suffering permanent damage by too strong arms.)

Still dark, but the air is already filled with the smell of excited, perfume-sweet French blood….

The reasons of excitement are US! (“They arrived, they are here!” –whisper everywhere.)

But today we were on business.

Only the vamps have TT bars and deep carbon race wheels on. We took it serious, the business.

At 5:50, I ran into the water panicky. Vamps can see in the darkness well, but I desperately threw myself on the feet of the first swimmer. I can not let the lighting boat pull away….well, you never knows what lying on the bottom of the dark lake, still sleepy and cranky….soon I dared to look back, the front swimmer and me pulled away from the group. Cool, we dropped Bella!

Don’t we?! The speed and the right arm of the swimmer was very suspect. I had a “déjà vu” J

Since when Bella has a 6 beats kick?! I never seen her without her pull boy….I mean not Steve but the other one, the yellow one….

Soon, I pulled next to Bella, offering her my help.

No, it was not about fair play or vamp camaraderie….I can not let Bella to take all the glory, the glory of leading the swimming! First she did not share it….In the second lap she accepted it, and I was swimming on the front like mad. Vamp or not, you do not wanna hold up Bella ;-)

First out of the water in Blue Seventy the two vamps! Leaving a five minutes gap behind…all the franchies were swimming in the dark J

I got all emotional. ME? First out of the water? Nobody will believe me….

On the first big climb the leader guys caught up. Bella hold a quick family meeting with Steve, I was discrete so I kept a distance but I guess every meeting is the same.

“STEVE,you did not forget it, do you? I love you honey! Me too!….etc” ;-)

The plan was for me going hard on the bike, freaking out everyone, then jogging the marathon.

I took the Wrongstar’s advise something like; “How to be an Asian/European/International triathlon Super Star # 1102? –Push yourself into the front and get a personal official leader motor biker who will clear up the way and pace you nicely while the national heroines go down in the plughole with a 40 minutes deficit.

While the French referee made photos about me with his mobile phone, I was wondering where the famous French nationalism disappeared ?!

They cut out their heart and they offered it on tray for a Hungarian vamp?!….I even got a helicopter on the biggest top. How cool is that would be, if I would be a guy, like Jonnyo, with technical interest?!

I only saw it was big and noisy and I was struggling to keep my stylish hairdo intact in the whirlwind and smile for the cameras while I was actually sweating blood…

Like every vamp, I am schizoid. Like vamps are yelling to their victims to run away, but in the same moment they are chasing them down- I was yelling the same way to the moto driver to pull away from me (Allez, allez, vite!) but in the same instant I was accelerating after it….The killer instinct. Blood is blood.

After 180 km arriving back into town I was happy and relived to get off my bike. IF…

Not clearly remembering the course map, I was cursing all the way up on an extra bonus 6 km climb….the Frenchies went all crazy: Here lay the national pride!

Finally they got me!

Off the bike I only went for surviving…..

Bella passed me soon enough, I only could follow her progress by the pale and drained guys lying on the side of the road…”Bella, Bella….do not be piggy! Leave something (someone) for me too….” ;-)

Wongstar was the smartest. She had on her back her special drink….so called berry mix….(rolling eyes) she was flying….

At Twilight, all 6 vamps settled down sipping catch-up as a camouflage, with French fries….not make it suspect.

We left with “greasy” pay checks. Wongstar was hypnotized and kept saying: “5.place-2000 Euros….” again and again…

Only James seemed a bit annoyed with pulling 3 naughty camels behind…..

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Coco the Pooh

August 23rd, 2009 by erikacsomor

Coco the Pooh and her friends all live in the 100 Acre Wood….

On a sunny Saturday afternoon, Coco visited her friend Tigger, (alias the Wongstar.

We can call this “Star Alliance”) but she was not at home (she was bouncing somewhere, of course)

So Pooh decided to take the Tele-cabin up to the top, because she was so sick already staying in her cave for 3 days and very in need for some fresh air and change. Well, the tourist path also containing pretty many bushes also…

Pooh, the silly old Pooh was also pretty sure she would find a McDonalds or something on the top, because once she heard from Owl (alias Jonnyo)- who knows everything lot better than anyone in the 100 Acre Wood- that when he was sick, only the fries (chips) stayed inside.

No catch-up for the Pooh….

Pooh also wanted to ask a menu, because the Coke would kill all the bugs, viruses or whatever. The Coke probably would kill you too finally, but that would not matter to you after ALL….

So Pooh took the Tele-cabins, but only up-way, because she was afraid with her bad luck on the way down she would snap the cable. Not like she would mind her life but caring for some innocent animals bringing down in the process…

Pooh only found freaking rocks and flowers on the top,  no food at all, not even a jar of honey…..

Pooh hates walking. Pooh also convinced, those who are hiking alone without kids or dogs are psychos (or at least something very wrong with them) so better to avoid single hikers…

Pooh had nothing with her on the way down so she was forced to live on wild strawberries and raspberries….not much fun for a bear from the urbanization….burning 1000 kcal for picking up few 1 kcal…

She was so bored that she started humming a note for herself while balancing on the rocky path.

Something like this:   “Pooh is poo.

Even the poo could make a downhill

Thanks for Newton

The bigger is the poo

The faster is the whooooo”

Well it is not rhyming in English but translate for Hungarian….

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Tower of Sauron

August 5th, 2009 by erikacsomor

or

Tour de Sutton

Acknowledgments

The story is pure fantasy, any resemblance with real characters is coincidental and the author takes no responsibility or any extra tube-work in the pool….

Ok, ok, it is about US, and for the piquant change we play on the dark side this time. Why the dark is bad anyway?! The light get its meaning only by darkness, as the day is not exist without night….(Quoting from my vampire book)

BOOK I.

Once upon a time, in the Middle-Earth, the dark and mysterious magus, Sauron, (the Lord of the rings- he has some rings, but he is pursuing one more, the ONE, the most powerful, the magic one, with an M- DOT on it) leaded his little army into battle himself. An army of captured hobbits, ambitious men, compensating dwarfs, desperated elves and fallen angels…

In every age the soldiers went to fight on their horses…so our army went on his bikes.

By the GPS the shortest way was about 400 km. Luckily, the Lord knew the short cut….what only did not include the Mt. Blanc, because no one packed ice -axe in, not even the dwarfs…

So we went: up and down, up and down, while the EYE was following us in the captured elf car, carrying every essential for battle, except water of course…

Finally, we arrived to face the finest selection of the French army.

Day before the race we demonstrated some pool session for impressing the frenzies…

The battle started right in the morning. Some spy spotted out our monster, the Wongstar and with his car he hit out her softest spot: her horse, Khan…but you can not discourage her easy, she still did the swim and doubled the run course….Now she is moving around on fixed gear….ouch…

The next victim was Many, one of our many hobbits, he broke his big toe on the rock exiting the water. Well, you have to know, hobbits have one sensitive point: their toes…..

In these modern ages, due to some gene doping and wearing shoes, hobbits lost their hair on their feet but they still have a second toe overreaching their big toe….you can recognize them by their purple or no nail. Avia developed a shoes special for hobbits, ask them for shipping…

You can also recognize hobbits by the way they are wearing aero helmets to hide and press down their large and pointy ears,…if you are a hobbit or a suspected descendant, you MUST get one, but I guess you have one already ;-)

Ordinary hobbits must need some disc also as a compensation for their size. Good for jarring and looks cool…we do not have ordinary hobbits…

Well, I was swimming all alone between two groups, like almost everywhere in this season.

It seems to me: no one else swim like Mademoiselle Coco,….she is unique, no one can match her speed J

I passed our two lady hobbits, LC and Maki Hari, cheering Maki with my all Japanese vocabulary, like: kamikaze, hara-kiri, ninja….she used to make a bow for everything told to her , not now, because her front tire would rub her forehead…

Then I passed the Bekinator having chicken legs- she suffered from food poisoning.

Well, previous evening the Bad Spirit managed to convince her that the pre-(half) cooked chicken is all right….While Bek, who grew up on kangaroo meat, went down with some bug on the race day, the Spirit tossed her chicken beneath the table, complained some stomach ache, then smashed the field….Well done, Spirit….

I picked up the second placed Mademoiselle Jeanne D’Arc, the new hope of the French triathlon. Of course, she is running under a different name in this life, you can understand that, something really frenchy like “Cologne”…but I recognized her: her fire and eyes….

On the front, the Spirit pushed down the hammer, (yep, she is a dwarf…), her lead went more then 10 minutes at some point, luckily I can only count in French up till ten….

Then the French pulled out their lethal weapon, a hobbit who came from gymnastic and weighted no more than 40 kgs, including her bike with bottles and gels…

Suddenly a big pack formed by media cars, supporters, age groupers…I nestled in like a baby cuckoo…enjoying their warmth and draft and any occasion when I could use my massive weight advantage, I attacked, forcing the little hobbit to chase me down. Call me mean Coco….no, I was a pilgrim on Holiday, and we call this tactic. But the group dropped me all the time on the technical descendents, “oh, mon Dieu!” she did not even bend her hobbit bike into the corner, plus she was so ground level….

But I broke her finally. On the last, famous 13 km climbing she got 10 minutes. She must pulled her hobbit bike on string…. J

I shaved down some minutes from the Spirit on the climb too….who mind the ugly yellow jersey if you could win the nice polka dotty one…. J

However I found myself in second place and by the plan I was a “brick”-(running only a single loop on the run course)…I felt no giving up my podium. I kept going, slowly, but steady. I left the Spirit on the front ;-) , then I was passed by Jeanne d’Arc. Suddenly I saw the Bekinator bouncing back (after getting rid of the chicken legs).

Well, I am vain.

Anyone can pass me, I do not mind… EXCEPTIONS: any family member (brother, sister), neighbors, best friends, country mate, team mate, training buddy…well, Bek fulfilled at least 3 of the criterions, so I had to pick it up a bit to secure MY podium from her…..because IT IS MINE, MY PRECIOUSSSSSS…..

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Lance go home!

July 26th, 2009 by erikacsomor

I am on Holiday. Yeah, back in camp, but on a different program.

For some time now I have injured myself- both mentally and physically- the boss recommended a rehab program: “Do whatever will make you feel good, enjoy your stay here, have fun, re-establish your yin-yang balance…”

B.S. as a zen master?! It must be the Wongstar influence….

Yes, I became too yang by trying too hard. I should have to work on my yin, the feminine side: being more soft, caring, creative (writing blogs…) and acceptable, instead of fighting, competing, controlling everything.

Hmm this program gonna be fun….

Next day the boss ordered me to go out cycling with the boys! I got so mad with him, how could he send me out with two yang when I have just started to work on my yin side…?!

Well, the boss is always right. Plus zen masters know better J

Our two best boys were riding very slowly, no competing, and chatting more than the girls (riding with Bella for example, we do not talk a single world on the whole way….guess why?)

I felt it is a unique opportunity to peep into the souls of some alpha males….(ok, I guess Stephen is more beta) I have never really figured out, what is INSIDE?

So I kept riding close to them and pointing my ears hard. No, I did not attack them today (but I did feel some urging yang ) I played Contador, he is my favorite rider, because he is the cutest…(Oh well, he is also riding quite well, yep: winning is sexy!) and no need to make more time on them, only to keep up J

So I was eaves dropping, quite difficult, because I also have broken English like Alberto, so I hardly even breathe in order to hear better…

So the number one topic was, guess what? The Tour of course….there were some smaller topics as well, but they only touched on them, clearly aware of my presence….but the most used word was “testosterone”

I guess it is all about testosterone for them…

For me a male’s soul is too simple to understand…

We played Tour.

Stephen had to be Wiggins….if he would not be married to Bella, I would think he is in love with this guy J (“Wiggins this, Wiggins that…”) All the British are peeing themselves for finally having a top rider in the overall…

James was Armstrong because they both have a thick neck ;-) plus they both own a huge fan club…

I was Contador of course…not attacking today.

The Tour has past, and the rain has already washed down the chalk graffiti from our training venues, but there are always some naughty ones who used permanent paint, so we still have some entertaining reading while climbing the mountains.

It goes like this:

FABIAN

FABIAN

FABI

HEART, HEART (I understand this, only wondering how the two sexiest guys in the peloton could also be the two best time trialists?)

Then there are some:

ANDY

FRANK (that is one tough family)

Then:

PANTANI (???) (very permanent paint?)

Then my favorite:

LANCE

GO

(Completed with different paint, probably by French hands)

HOME!

Although I am a true Contador fan, all my respect goes to Armstrong as well.

He re-animated the Tour, like he did with the circus’s elephant in his famous sponsor’s adds: breathed a new life into it!

Tomorrow the Tour is finished. Lance, you can go home! Mission accomplished!

Et oui, MERCI BIEN!

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The prisoner of the spy net

June 22nd, 2009 by erikacsomor

Comrades!

We live dangerous times!

We are surrounded by spies!

Yesterday we got guests in our morning swim session, man and woman in black. The agents of WADA. They picked up our 2 top guns, Lucie and Lisbeth. Of course they wanted the bests. I felt a bit revolted, they did not want me…or maybe they opened their notebook at letter of “L”?

Then randomly (by choosing cards) picked two more, the lucky hands were our two steroid bombs: the 150cm philippina LC, (who is still adopting for the time difference, altitude, the freezing 20 degrees, plus the overwhelming cow shed smell), and Scottie our smallest guy (with the biggest heart) who is preparing for his very first IM. Again…

Believe me, they were the lucky ones, the Chosen Ones who could leave the pool for a certain time. I wished I would be one of them….

Few hours later, in the pouring rain we smashed our legs ( I mean we ran like mad- the order was running like if we would compete on the Cross-Country Worlds). We thought the rain and the mist would hide our effort on the big loop where the boss could not follow…

Then I saw our toilet and shower cleaner of the swimming pool, the smoking guy in the forest ,tried to hide under the umbrella and pretending he is doing a health and life style walking….but when incredulously I looked back at him, I saw him checking his watch….and there was something poking out in his pocket, I guess a walky-talky…

Then, again.

Comrades Bean, the Red Bean J, went into the pharmacies for a massage or pain relief cream for her legs. The shop keeper lady with pinky face and soft white hair (just like Miss Marple) refused to sell her any, saying: “you do not need it dear, keep training and you will get used to it…..” obviously a trained spy of the Boss.

Few years ago, the Boss made a research about the most useful car for this region. He chose, by reason, the most popular 4 wheels drive Citroen, in white color. Guess, why?

Every third people here drive this very same vehicle. Can you imagine how stressed out we are already from every freaking white Citroen?!

Comrades, it is time to acting up!

We welcome some donation for a secret electronic signal maker to place under the car’s frame. I guess we are not allowed to put a blue light on the top?

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The Fire Fighter

May 30th, 2009 by erikacsomor

Well, I sent my entry to Roth to the World Championships of Fire Fighters…

IF YOU THINK, that I lost my brain- well, you are right.

The computer accepted my application form, but it caught the eyes of the organizers, wow, we have a very fast Fire Fighter lady with a PB of 8:47….they asked me again, Erika, are you sure?

IF YOU THINK, that I lost my confidence and gave up my pro status and signed up to be fire fighter- well, you are ALMOST right…

Before the fire fighters would shit their pants, sorry…their skirt, we fixed the application form and I am officially in the elite field!

Well, I overlooked the application form…who ever look at the head line….?!

But this story is only the top of the ice-mountain….

It started some when 2 days after Valentine day, at 10 p.m. in the Philippines-when a certain some one said:

“Let’s jump into the pool”-but it was empty….

When a smart lady like me, lost her head- (cherche le jaune homme) look for a guy!

Since that pool session, I making mistake after mistake and while I am cleaning up the mess, I make two more. Like a chain reaction….but every chain has an end.

Let’s wait for HAPPY END!

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Austria 70.3 odds

May 21st, 2009 by erikacsomor

By Grumpy

 

Men:

 

Massimo Cigana (ITA) :15-1

Last year winner Cigana proved no other significant race results last year.

This year he will face extra challenges. Can he repeat his win again? I do not think so-

in my agenda he has no chance anymore (with me) … L

 

Chris McCormack (AUS) : 3-1

1 times Hawaii winner, all around athlete. Can he climb well with his all round shape?

Did he find time and energy between traveling and competing races all around the globe this season?

Expect him playing the game and go for it!

 

Marino Vanhoenacker (BEL) : 2-1

 

The tall Belgian would be the hardest competition for our Stephen Bayliss, in the skinniest legs category.

Do not be deceived by the fragile sticks, the former duathlete learnt to swim and brought his killer bike and run leg into the world of long distance triathlons. Can he take on Macca? I hope so.

He is my favorite to win.

 

Jozsef Major (HUN) : 9-1

The best Hungarian this year improved his weaknesses, both on swim and bike. Expect him have a bath-giving some advantage for the big guns- then chasing down the filed. His small frame could be a weapon in this hilly course.

Joe, make Hungary proud!

James Cunnama (RSA): 12-1

With similar strengths like Major -against their opposite body built- with a great courage, he can run his way up into top 5. No pressure on you boy, but if you do not make it, you will ride till Lesyin….I could bring the luggage…

Rip it James!

 

Females:

Gina Ferguson (NZL): 4-1

This girl has a multi talent. While she is “all round” triathlete with no weaknesses, she also has brain between her ears: a pro violin player, ex match teacher!

Expect her making a duo with Lucie Zelenkova on the bike and go for it on the run.

Watch out girls- this lady won her last 3 iron distance races- she will play your tunes J

 

Lucie Zelenkova (CZE): 4-1

Our “Big Smile” Lucie moved to South Africa to train among lions. A cat lover.

Her win at South-Africa 70.3 and IM with course record is deceiving….achieved in home-courses, she is suspected knowing the shorter way ;-)

Expect her swimming away from fellow girls on the feet of the guys, then leading the field on the bike. Since she put on the pink suit she developed an annoying habit : after her killer swim-bike combo she tends to forget herself in the front and take it home….

 

Tamara Kozulina (UKR): 6-1

Another blond eastern block girl.

After winning Strongman in Japan she is back in Europe and action. Let’s hope she still suffering from jet lag ;-)

 

Sandra Wallenhorst (GER) : 4-1

Last year’s biggest surprise is a Mom of 2 years old boy!

After finishing 3rd in St.Polten (the Van Vlerken-Csomor duo let her break away on the bike not knowing who is this girl, then they regret it) she won Klagenfurt with world’s third fastest iron distance time. (The second belong to Csomor, the difference is only 20 seconds. Well known fact that Klagenfurt course is “faster” then Roth course)

On Hawaii with a blistering running she finished 3rd.

Expect her making a chasing duo with Csomor on the bike, better to hurry up girls: only the wines getting better with age ;-)

 

Erika Csomor (HUN): 5-1

Winner of this race in 2007 (with a 1:18 half marathon), second in 2008 to the fastest iron distance lady, she is only missing the bronze from the collection. She does not want to collect it…

She started her season with plenty of bad lucks.

Finally she recovered from her swine flu, released her bike from the intensive care (now it is bomb proof) so no more excuses Miss Coco, it is time to show something…

Expect her leaving the water wet and chasing hard the leaders with Sandra in her wing.

There is no fairy tale, the fastest runner will win.

Certainly, she is MY favorite…. J

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Happy Mother’s day

May 17th, 2009 by erikacsomor

My problems started when someone in my hometown established a private zoo park, with lions. (kind of “please, no visitors, but we accept donations” type)

So far my Mom had the biggest “zoo park” on the other side of the town, but she was only sporting homeless animals.

Once, the colleague came to her with a “win-win” business offer regarding the animals’ feeding problem. We can take this day as the beginning of the cold war.

My problems continued, when last Sunday I visited my Mom and popped the question:

-What would you like to have for Mother’s day?

(Here I grabbed the chair under me- usually these kind of questions tend to run into drama. For example, last Xmas, my Mom’s wish was a horse for her. While she poured alligator tears, she described how a mean and heartless gipsy horse mafia captured and tortured this poor beast. I did not need much, I was ready to buy that horse for her. So I asked how much is it? She said it is NOT THE PRICE….but the owners did not want to sell it…..)

-Tiger. White one, if possible….

(Aha. The concurrency has lion, so she wants tiger. I did not think it would be a good idea anyway, as my Mom is devoted fan of cage-free animal keeping)

-Where the hell from could I get one for you????!!!!

(Luckily I was holding myself to the chair)

-From the Philippines! –came the triumphant answer (with all her little heart’s bitterness, leaving her all alone while I was having fun in the jungle)

-Mom, there are no tigers in the Philippines….( at least I did not see any )

-No? Then what they have?

(NO, she can not want any of THOSE monkeys!!!)

-Water buffalos!

(for my biggest dismay I saw her face shining up)

-How much are THEY cost?

(I just knew the answer. Not a long time ago, Jonnyo asked the same from Arnel in the van going to the airport. We called those beasts “Wabballos”)

-It is about same, like a pinoy motorbike would cost….

-But how much a pinoy motorbike?

(she is just like her dogs- if she grabbed it, she will not let it go…)

-Well it is about one quarter of the prize of my brand new Cervelo P3……

(she forgot her mouth open)

We dropped the question, but I noticed her stealing amorous glances at my bike from the corner of her eyes, secretly she even caressed it…..

She is so transparent. I just know, she is turning an idea in her little silly head….

It is still not too late to save your bike, grab a tiger and visit your Mom, any Sunday will do it…..

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