Age: 42 and counting--tick tick tick
Superhero Name: TheMuthah
Stretch Factor: 8? - "Back in the day I was lean and mean. Never did anything like this, always wished I had it in my to do it, but never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd actually DO it. "
Choice Words: "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." (Music to someone's ears.)
Goal: "I want to get fit, and I want to regain some of the confidence I've lost through the morph from independent success to married motherhood"
Dawn is a Mother of One -- and a chef who is, "...half-assedly writing a cookbook." I think that looks a lot like cooking and tasting. Very deceiving. In spite of the (ahem) rigorous book writing, she has very lofty goals for her dream job and when pressed for an answer she replied, "I don't have a job. Just ask my son. So--what do I want to do instead of what I DO do? Get one." Reaching for the stars....feeding your soul.
When PMS-ing Dawn craves Roast Beast (gross) and truffled almonds. Hmmm...She's not pulling over at the local gas station for a premenstrual food fix. She says she's approachable but I sense mixed messages when she says "...my husband is the LAST person I want to see and my son gets on my last nerve. The question, really, is does anyone want to be in MY company. Heh." She and MJ might be a Dynamic Duo if they're on the same schedule -- and the rest of us should...find something else to do.
Most "recent" activity was easily biking 10 miles 4 times a week...7 years ago. Her biggest challenge will be getting into the groove of training but once she's there we can ride on her coattails. Training prep she looks forward to most is "The respect I might gain from the naysayers in the first place. And more importantly the high from the energy I have when I'm fit." The Naysayer is her husband, Gavin (correct me if I'm wrong, Dawn). When she announced she was doing the tri at the dinner table, he happened to be mid-drink and spit it across the table. It wasn't a gesture of non-support, just a sign of, uh, sheer shock with an idea that seemingly came out of nowhere. Just to paint a picture of the Naysayer -- he's a snotty Brit, but God-love-him, a fun man and great conversationalist.
The first thing she's going to do after crossing the finish line is "Fall down dead". Love her! Keep eyes peeled so you don't trip over her -- and if you have the energy, drag her to a safe place. Or procure the services of a hulky, handsome fireman. We might as well make the most of her collapse. Dawn and I met at TRS this year -- our kids are in kindergarten together.
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