Making Deals

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! Hope everyone had/is having a great holiday, full of friends, family - and fun new triathlon gadgets.

My Christmas was full of many wonderful moments - and one unexpected "gift."

Christmas morning, I decided to go for a run. I was actually looking forward to it - and was planning on fitting in 8-9 miles. The weather was the best it had been in days and I felt pretty good - cleansing away some of the extra calories, while making room for more. I was averaging a decent pace for me, while still keeping it easy. Everything seemed great.

Around mile 3, I stopped briefly to take off my sweatshirt. When I started running again, I soon noticed that something felt "cranky" in my foot. I slowed down a little, thinking it was an ache that I could work through. Instead, it worsened and I found myself resorting to some gimpy looking gait. The first loop of my planned route was ending and I walked a bit. My foot was really hurting now and when I tried a few steps to begin the second loop, I knew it would not be a good idea to continue.

The whole thing was so weird, because nothing precipitated the pain. I hadn't twisted my foot, hit a pothole, anything. The only symptom I noticed was that the pain was pretty much in the same place where, about 15 years ago, I had rolled my left foot in a pair of clogs and broke a metatarsal bone.

My family was very sweet and helped me ice my foot and keep it elevated. They took over a few dog walks as I hobbled around.

Sometimes, with the right combination of ibuprofen and wine, my foot would feel better and I'd start thinking the injury was a fluke. Then a few hours later, the pain would return. I made deals with myself and the triathlon gods. I promise to rest my foot for a week or so if this isn't a stress fracture. I promise to complain less about running if this isn't a stress fracture. I promise to....

Of course I am self diagnosing right now, based upon what I've heard from others and what I've read on the internet. At this point, I would be surprised (and very, very happy) if it wasn't a stress fracture. I am going to schedule an appointment with the doctor sometime this week.

In the meantime, no running. Though I can't imagine how people are able to run on a stress fracture. On Friday, I pounded out a decent two mile swim and worked out some frustration. (BTW - pushing off the wall with one leg leads to a sore glute). At this point, I think (hope) I'll be able to swim and bike when Lake Placid training begins next month (please?). And I will be good. I will let the injury heal, even if it means no Shamrock and more walking at Placid.

Much thanks to all my friends and family who've sent positive healing wishes and advice. Especially those of you who've been through stress fractures yourselves.

And now - I am off to try on my bike shoes and attempt a ride on my trainer...

Keeping my fingers crossed.

Barracudas

TRIgirl BL's husband teases us about the Guppies name.

After Ironwoman Canada's workouts this past Monday, Barracudas may be better justified.

300 meters of fly (OK, not all in a row, but the most I've ever done in one workout).

Ab work in between sprint swim sets.

And 60 modified push-up (Not straight through, but 10 after 6 200 meter runs).

Uh, yeah.

Hibernating

Wow, I knew it had been awhile, but I didn't realize almost a month has passed since my last post.

I am not sure if this is a good or bad thing. Like I've found myself waivering on my goal to have no goals for December.

I am hoping this break will be a good thing. I've heard theories of the body and mind needing rest.

To regroup, repair, rejuvinate.

Then agian, I remember, triathlon does not come easy to me. I have to work hard, uh, so very hard, for even the smallest gains.

I remind myself - it is not like I am not training. But 15 hours per week dropped to 10 and is now hovering around the 7-8 hour mark. Where it will probably stay until January.

After some effort, my food consumption is finally rebalancing as well, though not until after a three pound weight gain (that feels more like twenty) that I am trying to graciously accept until my re-committment to training after the holidays.

I also wonder if this reduced exercise thing has played games with my immune system. I've been more sick this month than I've been in a few years.

So, we will see how this little experiment goes.

In the meantime, don't tell anyone, but I am secretly psyched because Sunday includes a great bike with the weekend posse - and a decent distance Christmas light run with the TRIgirls, too.

January - this may be the first year I actually look forward to your arrival.

And the Rest of the Story

Weeks ago, right after MightyMan (maybe, even, actually before), a few training buds were asking me if I was doing any of the Richmond races in November (marathon, half, 8K).

My answer was a resounding, "maybe" (for the half marathon). Notice, the race is still not listed on my 2008 calendar.

With the unplanned events of MightyMan finishing up my planned race season, I was ready to jump into off-season. Not so much to skip training, but to have the right to just do what I wanted to do. So, while I didn't specifically train for this half, I tried to keep up with a few longer weekend runs.

Just in case I would feel like doing the half.

Like on a gorgeous Richmond fall day - those cool, crisp days where I can almost enjoy running.

I heard myself saying quite often, "I have no desire to do another race this season in the rain."

So I waited. About a week ago, I checked the 10 day weather forecast. Race day looked great - and I found myself at the computer signing up.

I swear the very next day the forecast changed to "showers possible," then "showers likely," then "rain," building up to the day before the race with "rain, thunderstorms and heavy wind."

Exactly what I didn't want. Feeling obligated to run a race that would be a challenge to enjoy.

Two days before the race, I was swimming with TRIgirl MW. She and I discussed our ambivalence about doing the half in lousy weather and agreed to touch base race day. Race eve, I went to the expo with TRIgirl BL. She was fighting a horrible cold and wasn't sure about racing either. But we both picked up our race packets and enjoyed a yummy pre-race meal.

Again, just in case.

That night, I begrudgingly prepared all my race day gear.

I even went to bed early, only to be woken up around 1:00 am with Buttercup shaking and panting.

Soon thereafter, the mother of all thunderstorms started to pass through, pounding the house with torrential downpours and big claps of thunder - for hours. Around 4:00 am, it started to ease up and I fell back asleep for another hour or so, thinking there was no way I'd be racing if a similar storm was to follow.

My alarm went off at 5:45, but I was tired and procrastinated getting out of bed for another 10 minutes. I took the dogs outside - the rain had dwindled down to just a light drizzle.

But, boy, was it warm and humid.

I checked my email. TRIgirl BL said she was in.

So, I figured I'd be upset if I raced and it started pouring, but I'd be more upset if I skipped the race and it turned out to be nice. I grabbed my stuff and headed downtown. I found TRIgirl MW - and we ran into a few other TRIgirls and friends racing, but I never caught up with TRIgirl BL before the race.

The race started. TRIgirl MW and I were soon discussing how warm it was - and how much we were sweating after just a half mile.

I really appreciated TRIgirl MW's company. We'd chat occasionally to keep our minds off the humidity, but I also enjoyed running together quietly as the miles ticked by.

Around miles 5-7, we wove through TRIgirls SS and KB's pretty northside neighborhood. They, along with TRIgirls SK and SD, were manning the race course - and cheering everyone on. Seeing them was wonderful - though I had to laugh when TRIgirl KB's initial response after hugging me was "Wow, you are sweaty!"

Soon after, TRIgirl MW and I lost track of each other. I tried to pick up my pace a little, but also felt the need to hit more aid stations as I felt like I was losing too much water and salt. I kicked myself for not packing endurolytes with my race gear earlier that morning when noticing the warmer temperatures.

The sun came out around mile 11 - which normally would have been great, except it just created oppressive steam conditions for the last couple of miles. I finally hit the last half mile - which was almost entirely down hill (sweet!). I heard Guppy AS call my name and gave him a high five as I tried to kick into "my version" of a sprint (lol) to the finish line.

Though not my best pace compared to a couple of recent training runs, I was still happy to end up with a PR - of about 6 minutes. My race time was 2:13:14 and included a small negative split for the second half of the run.

I caught up with a few other TRIgirls at the finish, including TRIgirl BL and her hubby - who struggled to race fighting horrible colds. TRIgirl MW and I compared notes on the last few miles - and we ran into TRIgirl DJM - who crossed the finish line looking very strong.

For the rest of the day, I tracked friends, fellow Guppies, TRIgirls and coworkers who were racing the marathon - especially excited for the first timers.

And on Sunday, I woke up to lovely, cool fall weather. (Grumble, grumble)

Congrats to all who race this weekend!

Ugh

There is more to the story, but since the ending is unknown at the moment, please stay tuned...

The Best Flip Turn Drill Ever

Monday Guppies...

Quick aside - Ironwoman Canada had the crazy idea to move me to the faster lane this past Monday. This has happened a few times when some of the speedier guppies do not show up. I actually kind of like it because I much prefer to be the last person in the lane than having to lead. Though my favorite scenario is when TRIgirl BL comes - and I am able to fall in behind her in our normal lane. Or on the very rare occasion when Coach B takes pity on me...

Anyway, moving on to something much more interesting - Monday's flip turn drill.

We'd just finished a slew of one arm, breathe away and sprint sets when Ironwoman Canada plopped water dumbbells at the end of each lane. All sorts of crazy ideas started going through my head - as new equipment usually signals some type of torturous challenge.

Like swimming with sneakers on and shirts tied around your waist. (Or in my case, expending huge amounts of effort to float in place with sneakers on and shirts tied around your waist.)

We were told to grab a weight for each hand as Ironwoman Canada explained the drill. We were to kick with the weights in front of us till reaching the half way point of the lane, flip, letting the weights keep our arms up, then return to the starting point kicking on our backs.

The first attempts for most of us were a comedy of errors.

And then we all started to get it. For the first time, I was able to experience what it should naturally feel like to complete a flip turn, with my arms in the correct position to streamline on my back before rotating to swim.

And the drill not only became the best flip turn lesson ever - but also kind of fun.

So much so, I was sad to see the water weights go.

Feeling a Little Giddy

The first updates are coming in from the 2008 IMFL TRIgirls and it is so exciting.

They are looking strong, relaxed, confident and READY!

Saturday is going to be an amazing day!

Wishes

There are several TRIgirl posts out there already.

This is just another one to send a little more...
Support
Encouragement
Joy
Thrill
Pride
Happiness
Understanding
Hope
Love...

To all you IMFLers this year.

You are more:
Ready than you think.
Prepared than you know.
Stronger than you realize.

Enjoy every moment - and relish the experience.

And know there will be many cheering you on from central Virginia!

Another Example

I've posted before about my aversion to going to the doctor and my lack of being aware of what is going on in my body.

Before the Chesapeake swim, I was having some trouble with my left shoulder. I chalked it off to the super long workouts - especially when it seemed to get better after the swim that kicked my...

Until a month or so ago when I noticed the discomfort again. My shoulder wasn't happy when swimming, though I ignored it. Taking off my shirt at night became a painful event. I literally was dragging my bad arm up using the momentum of pulling my shirt off with the good arm.

Still, though, I just ignored it - and thought I was being a wimp.

I didn't want to say anything before MightyMan, because I didn't want to hear what I expected to be the answer.

So I kept mum until after MightyMan. When I finally told Ironwoman Canada, pointing to the bothersome area. All the time expecting to hear - you need to go to the doctor and rest for a few weeks.

But she said - that sounds like tendonitis. Take Ibuprofren (where I interrupted and said how I don't like to take drugs, until she pointed out this was part of the treatment - not to just mask the symptoms) and ice it for a week or so.

Not completely convinced, I started on the Ibuprofen (I wasn't quite as consistent with the icing). I had no idea how bad things were until they started to get better. Not quite 100%, but a noticeable improvement!

I could take my shirt off by lifting both arms up.

I could sleep at night without keeping my left arm tucked into my side.

And today, I swam. Holy cow - my left arm could actually "pull" too.

Maybe next time, I'll speak up a little sooner.

MightyMan - Finally (In More Ways Than One) The Conclusion

I tried to convince myself that the skies didn't look too dark - maybe the rain was just a passing shower.

But with every minute into the bike, the rain seemed to came down harder. Occasionally it would ease up for a few minutes - but then the pelting needles would return once again.

I couldn't help but think about Lake Placid this year - and watching all the racers brave downpours for 10, 12, 16, 17 hours.

I will say rain on the bike keeps you moving. Pretty scenery is much less distracting. The hills seem less intimidating. You just want to be done.

Heading out on the first loop, I noticed many racers dealing with flat tires.

Close to an hour in the race, I checked my watch - I was averaging over 18 miles per hour and felt pretty darn good. The worst hills of the first loop were over. I could push it a little harder on some of the flatter upcoming sections.

And a few moments later, I noticed a kaplunk (remember that game?) feeling and sound. I tried to convince myself it was the little tar strips on the shoulder of the road, but as I watched more closely, I knew something else was up.

It couldn't be...

I pulled over, got off the bike and tentatively touched my front tire. Solid. Then the back tire. My finger easily squished into TRIgirl BL's beautiful Zipp tire.

I had a flat.

No spare.

And no idea how to change a tubular even if I'd been carrying one.

I just stared at the tire for a few minutes, thinking to myself..."You are so screwed."

"Think," I said to myself. Then I remembered seeing a guy early on in the race holding up his wheel, signaling the SAG vehicle to help him.

"Yes! There is a SAG wagon somewhere out there."

I looked around and noticed a couple pulled over on the other side of the rode. I walked over and saw a Corvette parked nearby. Could that be the SAG?

Turned out the Corvette guy was a volunteer - but not SAG (of course, a two seater sports car would not make the best SAG). He was checking to see if the couple needed help. Fortunately, they were doing well with changing the tube - so Corvette guy said he would head out to find the SAG vehicle for me.

While a two seater sports car may not make a great SAG vehicle - it should be able to find one quickly, right?

The couple finished changing their flat and were off to finish their race. I crossed over to where I originally got the flat and waited.

And waited. And waited some more. I watched many, many people pass me. Every once in awhile someone would call out "Are you OK?" Part of me was tempted to ask for help - but I knew that was against the rules - and I wouldn't want to ruin another person's race. "I am fine, thanks," I called back.

15, 20, 25 minutes went by. And yep, it was still raining. I noticed my legs shivering. When my teeth began chattering after 35 minutes, I figured I better start walking. While there were about 9 miles left on the bike course's first loop, I was probably within 3-4 miles of transition. I hobbled along in my bike shoes for awhile, worrying about my family who were probably wondering where I was - the cheering point we discussed was another few miles away. Finally, a truck pulled over in front of me. SAG had finally arrived.

He didn't have a tubular tire either, but did have a few extra wheels. With my bike having a 9 speed cartridge on the back, my options were limited to one wheel. The tire was thick - and was from an old, beat-up looking bike. It even had reflectors, like a kid's bike wheels. But it fit - and the SAG dude switched it out quickly.

After losing a total of close to 46 minutes, I was able to resume riding. Not much earlier, I had been preparing to walk into transition and turn in my chip. I didn't have to DNF anymore, but didn't really love the thought of continuing the race, so far behind where I could have been.

Then I thought about the months of training I'd put in.

And I thought about my family just a few miles away who would be the best cheerleaders no matter how well or poorly my race was going.

If another flat was in my future, I'd have no choice but to quit, but I decided I had to try and finish the race.

Surprisingly the new wheel didn't seem too bad. The SAG dude had done a good job putting it on as my gears were shifting smoothly. A few miles later, I saw my family - my brother flashing his TRIgirl Support Crew shirt - and their big cheers made me feel so much better.

The rest of the bike went by more quickly than I thought it would. The spare held out - and though my mph went down a little, I was passing a bunch of people. My family positioned themselves on the crest of one of the toughest hills (in both directions of an out and back of the second loop). I was very, very grateful to have them out there. Overall bike split was 3:56:15. If someone could just put an asterisk next to it's posting with a big "Due to stupid not being able to fix her own flat tire," I'd feel a little better. My actual riding time was around 3:10.

It was still raining pretty heavily heading into T2. I took off my arm warmers and quickly put on my sneakers, fuel belt and race number. I also removed my watch - it been beeping annoyingly practically since the flat (something about not having memory to store the mile laps). Exiting transition, I saw my family again, including a sign they made with my name - and a picture of TRIgirl wine that would be waiting for me at the end of the race.

I hadn't seen the run course yet - and knew tar hill, murder hill and the pits were waiting for me.

The first part of each loop was around Fort Pond - the swim course from way earlier in the day. It was mostly flat for the first 2.5 miles. Then came the shoot off - right into a long steep climb. Followed by a short downhill - and then an even longer climb. And then a bunch of rollers into the pits. Coming out of the pits - I saw the camera man - and I wondered why they would put the camera man somewhere you could so easily look miserable. I tried to put on the happiest face I could muster while climbing the hill - and gradually worked my way back to Fort Pond for loop two.

My Dad was waiting at the first section of the second loop around Fort Pond - he cheered me on and said everyone would meet me at the finish. Seeing him before the second hill adventure began gave me a boost. Overall I plugged along, albiet at a very slow jog pace, more than I expected on the hills. Though I have to confess that I occasionally would conveniently schedule a nutrition break on the worst parts of the climbs.

I felt pretty good on the run - and a couple of volunteers commented on how strong I looked.

And I had to chuckle to myself - yeah - that is a benefit of a 46 minute break.

The second loop seemed to go by quickly. The rain turned to drizzle - with the sun coming out for the last few miles. The finish was in sight. The volunteers, like at full IM races, put up the race finish tape for each person who crossed.

There was my family - cheering and holding up the wine sign. (I swear that sign got me through some tough moments.)

My family rocks. They moved from one race point to the next through some lousy weather and for longer than expected. Total super sherpas! (And more than the sign, my family is what truly got me to the finish line.)

I found out later that my run time was 2:25 on the dot. My best run time for a half IM - and on the most challenging course I'd ever attempted. Official race time was 7:10:23. Deducting the flat tire time - I think I would have been within seconds of my White Lake time. Kind of funny.

But, the 7:10 time is the one I have to own-up to - part of triathlon is dealing with the conditions - and knowing how to take care of your equipment.

And for this race, I realized, once again, how lucky I am to have such a supportive family.

And to be thankful for an old fashioned wheel sporting a reflector.

MightyMan Race Report - Part II

...and so, onto race day.

Not my best sleep, nor my worst sleep, preceded MightyMan. I snoozed well for a few hours before I woke for good, even before the alarm or the back-up call from my mom.

This was probably the first triathlon I'd ever been completely alone during the early morning pre-race hours. Quietly and calmly, I ate a yummy New York bagel, uncrustables sandwich, half banana and some coffee. Part of me felt unsettled; I didn't know what to do with myself. My bags were ready and breakfast was done way before expected.

So, unlike the normal me, I loaded up the car to head out early to the race site. Walking outside, I thought, "Wow, it is not nearly so cold as last night."

Which should have sent up a red flag.

I drove the mile or so to the race site and found parking within a couple of hundred meters of the transition area. So close, that even though the skies were still dark, it was easy to grab my many bags, along with Patriot Sangria, to begin the process of setting up for the day.

Again, with no team mates or friends with me, set-up went by quickly. I was done by 5:30 am. An hour and 14 minutes before my race wave was to start. I listened as the girl next to me, a Nationals Champion, talked about how she hadn't trained for the race. I listened to a nearby guy as he questioned who was or wasn't positioned correctly on the racks. And I listened as another nearby racer shared that rain was now hitting "the city" and heading our way.

What? Sunny, crisp and dry weather had been predicted for the past ten days? This dude had to be wrong. Though the humid warm air quickly went from a welcome surprise to a foreboding warning.

After trying to amuse myself walking around and wasting time, the race director called us all down to the water. From then on, things went by quickly.

There was one wave scheduled before the yellow caps (the old ladies). It was still fairly dark and a bunch of us wondered what the race directors were thinking - sending the old ladies out before it was bright enough to see all the buoys.

With the warmer air temperature, Fort Pond seemed much colder than expected. I swam a few strokes and tried to adjust to the chilliness. And then, we, the old ladies, were off to battle the dark, chilly water (thank goodness it was calm).

In most races, I've positioned myself near the back, Though, with this race and Ironwoman Canada's encouragement, I decided to place myself more in the middle.

For me, there was a notable difference trying to hang "with the pack," even though it was a wave start and there was an 800 cap for the number of racers. Fort Pond was small, so the start resembled an IM race - with folks desperately trying to find an advantage by swimming over each other. It was a good experience, as I tried to balance letting the stronger swimmers go ahead, with holding my own against the rest of the crowd.

I think I positioned myself well, not many yellow caps passed me. I finished the swim feeling strong. I looked at my watch, which said I swam my first sub 40 minute half. Though my swim split was higher, with the timing mat at transition vs. the swim exist. I am not sure if my watch was accurate or if the run to T1 was longer than I thought. T1 seemed to take forever. I wasn't freezing, but worried about the weather predictions. Pulling-up arm warmers on wet limbs was not easy.

Finally, I was heading out of T1. I crossed the mount line. And within minutes of being on the bike course, the rain began to fall.

MightyMan Race Report - Part I

Where to begin?

What started with three other friends joining me to race MightyMan, dwindled down to just me driving up to Long Island on Thursday afternoon. I missed having TRIgirl company, but also knew a big part of my decision to do MightyMan was being close to my roots - and, more importantly, knowing that my family would be cheering me on.

With a stop at my brother and sister-in-law's for a couple of nights before heading off to the race site, I was able to spend quality time with my wonderful family. On Friday morning, we learned that my mom's aunt had a serious health issue, leaving her in very critical condition.

Somehow, between tough phones calls and shared memories, my family, especially my mom, managed to still be encouraging and supportive of the upcoming race weekend. My sister-in-law's mom even made her famous Filipino egg rolls. And my sister-in-law whipped up a dish of the most delicious sea bass I've ever had.

Saturday morning, we headed off to Montauk - my brother offering to drive, allowing me to relish a car nap (which is often the best sleep I ever get!). Our first stop was the race site to pick up my registration packet. The process was easy - and I loved the MightyMan sweatshirt included in the SWAG. I checked out the water. It was chilly, but warmer than I expected. Then someone reminded me it wouldn't be quite so comfortable at 6:45 in the morning.

We stopped by our condos. I unpacked and began sorting my gear for the next day. My family was going to chill out for a few hours as I fit in an easy workout and drove the bike course.

Patriot Sangria, decked out in TRIgirl BL's awesome Zipp wheels, was eager to escape the Honda as we hit about 12 miles of the bike course. I was relieved that the hilly route was not as crazy as the Blue Ridge - the worst parts were similar to the Patterson Avenue climbs out in Goochland - challenging (the most difficult half IM I'd attempted so far), but reasonable. I loved the warm-up ride - the cerulean blue skies framed ocean views and the famous Montauk lighthouse. I drove the rest of the bike course. There were a few more notable ascents and some rolling hills, but the worst seemed to be the first 12 miles I'd already experienced. The rest of the two loop course included glimpses of the Long Island Sound, vineyards, docks - and quaint New England beach homes.

With race day weather predicted to be sunny, dry and in the 50s and 60s, I was psyched for an awesome ride.

The day was quickly ticking by - I squeezed in a short run, but never made it to check out the water. My mom had researched and reserved dinner for 5:00 at the Harvest On Fort Pond (the same body of water for MightyMan!). We shared fabulous appetizers and main dishes - and noted several serious looking athletes.

Going to bed, I was grateful and happy. All the pieces seemed to be in place for a perfect race day...

Swim Angel

I experienced my most favorite triathlon volunteer job at today's Naylor's Beach Olympic.

It started with needing some open water practice. Not so much for the distance - just time in the water wearing my wetsuit again. Ironwoman Canada suggested swimming the Naylor's course after the racers finished.

Then I heard TRIgirl DJ was doing Naylor's and was a little nervous. Now, she has absolutely no reason to be nervous - her swimming has just gotten better and better over the last few months. To her Guppy and TRIgirl friends - she looks strong and graceful in the pool.

Open water can be scary though - and while I am far from fast in the water - I am comfortable.

And that is when the thought hit me. We could swim together!

I checked with the race director, who said that would work - that I would be what some races call - a "swim angel."

This morning started early - meeting TRIgirls JR and DJ and the Shady Grove Y - then a hop over to the Wal-Mart parking lot to pick up TRIgirl TP. We drove as the first drizzle of the morning misted the windsheild.

The pre-race transition area seemed calm - though I am guessing that was just a personal advantage of not racing! We ran into more TRIgirls as we pulled on our wetsuits and headed down to the water. A very sweet person came over and introduced herself as a reader of my blog (thank you for the wonderful compliments and kind words!).

No fog this year - the water looked calm, though a fellow Guppy mentioned that there was a decent current (thankfully in the direction we would be swimming down the long straight stretch parallel to the coast). We entered the chilly water and, a few minutes later, our wave took off.

Prior to starting the swim, TRIgirl DJ and I discussed strategy. I would stay to her left side. We swam a bit and then stopped for a few moments to let TRIgirl DJ's nerves settle down. She spent a little time using her "go to" stroke - and we took a few breaks to breathe. I was worried I might be making her more anxious, but, by the second buoy, she found her groove. I'd pop up every few strokes to find her moving smoothly through the water. The rest of the swim, I just focused on trying to keep us on course. We passed a bunch of people at the second turn - and a few other swimmers fell in behind TRIgirl DJ - during the hardest part of the swim - where you had to battle the current to stay on track.

With the swim finish in sight, we stood up and started walking/jogging. TRIgirl DJ even jumped back down to swim the last few yards - and I was so happy for her. She exited the swim, with a big smile on her face - that stayed there the rest of the race until she crossed the finish line to her very proud family.

Congrats to all who raced today - the first time Olympic racers, those who PR'd and those who earned hardware (go, TRIgirl JR!).

And especially TRIgirl DJ - for taking a big step in overcoming the fear of open water!

It Is What It Is

Coach M has uttered these words many times.

And I've thought I understood.

You can't change who you are.

Your abilities.

Your talents.

Your training.

What you've done.

What you haven't done.

Recently these words have been rattling around in my brain.

A month ago, I felt strong - I was having some awesome workouts.

Since then, I've been putting in the hours.

The last few weeks have been a struggle.

Sometimes more mentally than physically.

I've worried about missing some key training - due to work, travel and hurricanes.

I felt stale and cranky in the water yesterday after not swimming for a week.

Not exactly what you want before your taper begins.

Today's bike and run felt better.

Not my strongest.

But stronger.

Am I ready for MightyMan?

I hope so.

Ironwoman Canada says I am.

I trust her.

And also realize.

With a new appreciation.

It is what it is.

Snapshots of LA

Los Angeles, that is.

Ideally, my first trip to California would have been to the places I’ve been drooling over for years. San Francisco, Sonoma, Carmel…

But you take what you can get. And I was able to get a great opportunity to combine a work trip with a few extra days tacked on to explore the west coast – in the heart of Hollywood.

LAX – let’s just skip that part.

Hollywood – Our hotel was literally .1 miles from Hollywood Boulevard. Why do I know this? Because my husband sent me the Mapquest directions from the hotel’s lobby to Regis Philbin’s star.

Patriot Sangria, who's been keeping busy with a little make-over at 3-Sports while we’ve been traveling, has been jealously pouting because Steve McQueen has a star, but she does not.

And other than that – and a few good restaurants – Hollywood was, kind of, boring.

Beverly Hills – Yes Beverly Hills was quaintly posh. The homes were lovely. Not terribly big, but still impressive – and ridiculously expensive. We shopped along Rodeo Drive with a few friends who came down from central California during our visit. Actually, we didn’t really shop as the only affordable item was Starbucks water.

I made a separate trip to Beverly Hills to fit in my long run. There was no way I could handle two hours on the treadmill – and Hollywood is not exactly conducive to street runs. I woke up early on Sunday morning – to DRIZZLE – chilly, drizzle - which, though slightly ironic, was refreshing as I followed the 6 mile loop cue sheet I found online. Running goes by much more quickly when you are trying to keep track of directions on unfamiliar streets.

Malibu – My husband and I rented a car for our stay and spent part of one morning cruising. We stumbled upon Malibu – my first glimpse of the Pacific Ocean – with the high cliffs and hills bordering the Pacific Coast Highway. The water was calm, though plenty of surfers were out trying to catch some waves. We even drove by the triathlon site for the infamous “JLo” race which was set-up for the weekend’s events. I couldn’t help but wish I had registered for the race – the course would have been awesome!

Venice Beach – Uh, how could such a lovely beach also boast the most bizarre combination of boardwalk vendors? Crap and more crap being sold by quite the eclectic crowd.

Laguna Beach – We visited my husband’s cousins in Orange Hills and scored a tour of Laguna Beach. We walked down the shoreline on a gorgeous afternoon. Photographers posed their clients among breathtaking rock formations. The waves pounded the shore – and I could not understand how such an amazing beach was not more crowded.

And now, we are back home - happy to see the furkids - and ready for the last workouts before MightyMan!

Laborious Training Days Weekend – the Good, the Bad..and the Ugly

With over 90 miles biked, 13 miles ran and a few miles swam, this Labor weekend featured several good, bad and ugly moments.

The good…

Faster than a Cervelo P3,
More powerful than a dolphin,
Able to leap roadkill in a single bound,
Look, all around Richmond!

It’s a Sherpa!
In a van!
It’s SuperAnnn!

Yes, SuperAnnn once again came to the rescue this Saturday as TRIgirl DL, her BF and I braved congested roads, bumpy bridges and crazy hills. From heckling us in her van to following us to Starbucks – SuperAnnn made sure her triathlon friends were taken care of – even cheering us up during our water stop, breaking out her van’s GPS to find alternate routes and featuring her weary friends in one of her creative blog posts.


The bad…

Sunday’s two hour run was even more grueling due to the oppressive humidity that completely soaked my clothes, even my sneakers (mind you, there was no rain), after five miles. Top it off by compounding some small aches and pains (most likely related to worn out sneakers) with a nice case of shin splints.


The ugly…

Imagine cruising along, by yourself, on your bike, the weather better than it has been all weekend, when a buzzing mass kamikaze dives onto your head. Like through the slits in your helmet. You think to yourself, no, there is no way. But then you sense something walking on your scalp. You still can’t believe it, but stop, pull off your helmet to feel a very large bug (Wasp? Cricket?) annoyed and quickly wishing to escape your nest of hair.

Now That Is Cool

It seemed like TRIgirl DL's and my plans for a good bike workout yesterday would be thwarted by the oppressive rain hanging over Richmond these past few days.

Until...

we decided to head over to the Downtown YMCA after work.

Ever since choosing the gym instead of hitting Osborne Turnpike, I'd been planning on an easy spin - maybe catching up with a few good trashy magazines.

TRIgirl DL may have had similar thoughts as I noticed a paperback tucked away with her towel as we made our way over to the cardio machines.

Neither one of us were very familiar with the gym, so when we noticed two stationary bikes tucked away in the corner, we grabbed them.

Then we noticed the full color monitors.

"Sweet," I thought to myself, "maybe I'll watch some Oprah for the next hour!"

Then we realized the screens were designed for video game type experiences, controlled by the expresso stationary bikes.

We played around with the controls to pick a course. Prior to "Lake-Placid-sign-up" days, I would have selected the flattest ride - or close too it. But instead, we both picked the interactive route with the toughest climbs - the "Alpine Splash."



Which, if you could pack the Lake Placid course into three miles, the profile would look surprisingly similar. I swear there was a section that cruised along past the same river that I rode by in Keene during our practice ride in July.

We pedaled along - and after knocking a few virtual cyclists off road - I realized, hmmm - I should pay attention - I actually had to steer on this stationary bike.

And after spinning like a madwoman to get nowhere - I figured out that I should actually use the up/down gearing to adjust to the virtual climbs and descents.

The next hour passed by pretty quickly, with both of us sweating like crazy, watching the scenic views and whizzing by many generic looking cyclists as we repeated Alpine Splash and a few other courses.

This new indoor option would nearly be perfect if we could bring our aerobars and bike seats.

Because it has been a long time since my butt has been this sore or I've had such nasty chaffing!

Glimpses

The past week or so, I may have caught a few glimpses of fall...

Like during this weekend's awesome Coatesville bike ride with REB60. The weather was warm, but every once in awhile, we would pass trees just starting to change colors. And what a great route - gorgeous, quiet, smooth, back country roads - with challenging hills thrown in (I hate the first sister!) - including a climb almost Blue Ridge worthy. But watch out, if you blink, you'll miss the boarded-up Coatesville country store, with the scenic overview of cornfields across the street.

And like today, while outside with Fezzy and Buttercup, perceiving just the slightest change in the day's light and smelling the subtle, but unmistakable, smell of the first fallen leaves.

Bring on the crisp ripe apples, unusual shaped squashes, fresh tart cider, weird fun pumpkins, flamboyant colorful mums, big leaf piles and way cooler weather!

A Rejuvenation Week

You've heard of recovery weeks during or after training, right?

Well, I've decided to make this a "rejuvenation week."

With many team mates enjoying the afterglow of an inspiring and successful race at Timberman (congrats, all!)

and...

Coach B devising some masterful combination of recovery and taper between Timberman and Ironman Wisconsin

and...

Ironwoman Canada absorbed in all the wondrous activities of being a new mom to her recently arrived 8 lb. 10 oz. baby girl

I am left a bit to my own devices.

The past few weeks have been full of decent, solid training. A workout cut short here or there, but, overall, I have been very good.

So this week is about doing what I want to do when I want to do it.

I wanted to swim with the Guppies on Monday with Guppy JW leading the workout during Ironwoman Canada's maternity leave - even though he followed Ironwoman Canada's instructions to the T and made us do some ridiculous 100 intervals.

I wanted to sleep in this morning (if it wasn't for the 5:00 am wake-up call, I would have wanted to join TRIgirl DL for our Osborne ride) and I wanted to spend time with the furkids this afternoon - thereby inadvertently deciding that I'll either be switching my rest day - or - gasp - having two rest days this week.

I want to bike with TRIDi (and her entourage) tomorrow morning and check out her most recent, favorite course (through my neck of the woods, yay!). We may even need to discuss future Blackbird events.

I want to swim long and easy on Friday morning.

I want to bike with REB60 this Saturday on the RABA Coates route - an overdue reunion after many memorable winter and spring rides. Now if only Popsrcr and TRIDi would join us...

And I think a massage appointment is necessary in there, somewhere...I need to get on that.

(Oh, did you notice? No "I want to run..." plans? Well, I hardly ever WANT to run (though I'll pretend I do to get in a few other workouts this week)).

Next week, it is back to business and religiously following schedules - but for the upcoming four or five days - training is about relishing the joys of challenging swims and bikes with a few of my favorite folks (while the others recover or taper).

And, sigh, trying to hate running a little less.

The Dog Days of Summer Offer a Break

I am almost afraid to jinx it.

This past week's weather has been...

pleasant.

Whether fiction or fact, I remember these types of summer days as I child. Watching puffy clouds whirl around in vivid blue skies as I pumped my legs on our backyard swing set. Grabbing sweatshirts when the cool nights brought refreshing chills to the air as my friends and I rode our bikes home from the local pool. Lying as still and flat as possible on the beach to soak in the warm sun rays as brisk sea breezes raised goose bumps on my arms and legs.

Summer is a little different in Richmond than it is in Long Island where I grew up. The temperatures are about 5 degrees warmer in Central Virginia, which doesn't seem like much until you factor in the killer humidity.

This past week has been atypical. Walking downtown to meetings didn't leave me a sweaty mess. Coworkers and I shared a lovely alfresco lunches. And workouts...

Tuesday's early morning ride was downright chilly, requiring arm warmers under a long sleeved jersey. (How TRIgirl DL braved the ride with just a short sleeved shirt, I'll never know). Today's run allowed me a much later start with the forgiving temperatures - and was probably the most enjoyable long run I've experienced in awhile.

It is still too early to think Richmond has experienced its last heat wave for 2008 - but the next few days look promising. If this weather pattern can just hold on till mid-September...

the beauty and glory of Fall in Virginia will be here before we know it.

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On a side note, sending wishes for an amazing race to all my friends participating in Timberman this weekend - the race day weather predictions (64-79 degrees) look awesome!

More Sleep, More Dreams

A recent Anneurysm post reminded me of a dream from last week.

It has been awhile since I've had a triathlon dream.

TRIgirl BL and I showed up together for a swim clinic in the James River. Except that the river dead-ended with a gradual ramp type entrance, kind of like water park wave pools (but with green, dingy river water). Buoys floated about, marking the course - and I was excited because it promised to be a great open water swim opportunity.

We must have arrived late, because most of the swimmers were already cruising through the river as we put on our swim cap and goggles.

Since the swimmers had started, we decide to try to jump in at the far end of the course.

This is when I notice a fabulous water jungle gym set-up, complete with a few slides.

As we enter the water, we notice that the coach has crafted an interesting drill - at the first turn of the course, instead of making a left, swimmers were "climbing" the water slides - which look surprising similar to the ski jump at IMUSA.

And then they were able to run to the other side and slide back down to return back to the swim course.

The Opposite of Tapering

I really, truly have wanted to blog.

It just hasn’t been happening. Even reading other’s blogs has been hard to fit in.

I am not sure why.

Well maybe I do.

Training has definitely kicked up a notch.

And is going well, sometimes surprising well.

I had my fastest 50 mile bike split thanks to trying to keep up with TRIgirl KB this weekend (though I still got dropped a few times while she was going an easy pace).

And a “very slowly getting back on track” run thanks to striving to pace with TRIgirl BL last week.

And a third Blue Ridge ride that makes me think I’ve made peace with a few more (not all) hills thanks to Coach B.

And a bunch of solid swims thanks to Ironwoman Canada - who even moved me into the fast Guppy lane (just for one day) last Monday.

And other great recent workouts with TRIgirls DL, MW and TRIDi. Well, when my flat tires did not plague our outings, anyway.

With the extra training hours, I find the need – the absolute need – to sleep more. Naps and early bedtimes have become very common.

And eat more. I’ve heard about others waking up in the middle of the night starving. Last night, my stomach grumbling totally won over – and I found myself eating cucumber salad (thinking of TRIgirl CD in Lake Placid) at 1:00 in the morning.

So between training, sleeping and eating more – things have been a bit…squeezed.

I think I will go take a nap.

Whoops

Yes, I know it has been almost two weeks since my last post.

Life has been busy, but blogs have been floating around in my brain.

Here are their headlines, some of which may actually become future entries:

• My Little Ironman Shopping Spree Finds
• Coach B Fights Bears and RVs for TRIgirls
• Twinges of Jealousy: While Many Team Mates Taper, MightyMan Training Kicks it Up a Notch
• Progress? Feeling Stronger When You Feel Weaker?
• Blackbirds Rock
• The Blue Ridge Triple Threat Ends on a Positive Note
• "You Look Like You Are Actually Moving" - and other Swimming Highlights

The Way to Sign Up for an Ironman

1. Go On Site.

No need to nervously wait to sign-up online! Instead, we took a few days off from work to travel to the current year's site. The long road trip with training buddies led to many memorable moments and funny running jokes.

2. Check out the Bike Race Course.

Another advantage of #1 is to preview what you are in for. I was petrified of the Lake Placid bike elevations. During the IMUSA loop ride with Coach B and TRIgirls SS, SK, KB and CS, I kept anticipating the horrible climbs. As each mile progressed, I would say, that was doable - as I waited for the worst. The Mama, Baby and Papa Bear hills weren't so bad (though I think a few of other hills may deserve names if they don't already have them). Coach B coached us through the tougher climbs -and followed me with tips during the slightly scary 10K descent. I completed the ride, through rain, thunder, lightening - and even my first on route flat tire - feeling happy - and strong - and confident enough to know that while this may not be a course best suited for my riding style - I could finish without too much pain - and it was just as beautiful as promised. Our group finished with big smiles - which totally seemed to please Coach B. Even his most grumpy hill riders (OK, me) enjoyed the ride.

3. Check out the Swim Course.

The next morning, our crew woke up bright and early, to fit in a swim loop before several of us were off to pre-race day volunteer duties. Mirror Lake proved to be calm, beautiful and well marked. My only complaint is that I didn't get my act together to do the whole loop.

4. Check out the Run Course.

Well, we didn't explore the run course too much, other than to note the major hills near the transition area. Uh, yeah, there may be some major hill walking for this TRIgirl.

5. Volunteer.

From the moment I started volunteering for this year's race, I almost felt unworthy. The race officials and participants were so thankful as TRIgirls SS, KB and I worked the bike check-in. I kept thinking, "My motives are not so altruistic - I want to sign up for next year." Yeah, there were a few weirdos who spent hours (and I mean hours) setting up their bikes and transition bags), but most folks were appreciative and kind.

6. Explore the Race Venue.

Ah, one of the benefits of not racing - you can actually have a few drinks - without the worry of getting enough sleep. You can hang out with your training buddies swapping all kinds of stories. You can kick back and have some fun. You can check out restaurant ideas for pre-race meals and post-race celebrations.

7. Watch the Race.

Watching the key moments of an Ironman in person is just amazing. Even if you are doing it during a monsoon (much kudos to this year's participants for braving the torrential rain). I still tear up recalling the last few moments of the swim cut-off. Michael Reilly was yelling to the crowd about getting one of the last swimmers in. The kayakers lined up to form the straightest path possible for the swimmer. The clock was ticking down. Michael Reilly called out we just needed to get this swimmer to where he could stand. Spectators were cheering like crazy. Kayakers were narrowing the path as much as possible. And the brave swimmer was kicking his stroke into the highest gear. Just making the cut-off, he stood up, looking a bit woozy - as more volunteers grabbed him and helped him to shore. Turns out, as TRIgirl SK found out during wetsuit stripping - he was a local racer - who had recently suffered a brain injury leaving one side of his body much weaker than the other. And, yep, this guy not only ended up finishing, but with a quite respectable time in the 15 hour range.

8. Get the Golden Ticket.

While I wish I could take credit for that perfect description - it belongs to another TRIgirl, though I am not sure whom. All I can remember is showing up early the day after the race to a very long line. My team mates and I were resigning ourselves to not getting in. But the long line broke off into several smaller ones as we entered IM village. We soon had our vouchers to sign up for next year.

Hardly a moment of regret

Just twinges of excitement and maybe a little bit of nerves - for the challenging training and great experiences ahead as we prepare for IMUSA 2009.

So Here It Is

I am leaving tomorrow.

To volunteer for IMUSA 2008. For the privilege of early registration opportunities for IMUSA 2009.

Did I just say that?

Uh, have you seen the bike and run elevation profiles?

For some reason, my friends and teammates are also going for it.

We have gorgeous places to stay near the race venue.

And the possibility of the most amazing experiences to share with family, friends and teammates.

As well as promises of attempting one of the most beautiful courses anywhere in North America.

And, for some reason, my coaches, especially Coach B and Ironwoman Canada, have basically said "You are doing this race."

Patriot Sangria is shivering in the corner.

I am just the blubbering idiot in another.