Gym Cast

I always enjoy when my favorite bloggers post about the characters they find in their gyms - it is kind of like virtual people watching.

I belong to a local YMCA - and the branch I usually go to is frequented by fairly serious athletes and triathletes - a higher percentage than you might find at most Ys.

But, there are a few interesting regulars, like Yogaman - a budda like, very flexible, older gentleman who can spend hours on the side of the pool going through Tai Chi poses and standing on his head.

The other day, I ran into two others. I'd just finished swimming a few laps with Guppy SW and was getting ready for weight torture with Ironwoman Canada. Hence, my hair was wet. A woman walked into the locker room, heading my way. She leaned over and stared into my face, with a perplexed look of disgust, saying "How did you get THAT sweaty?"

I briefly considered breaking out the blow dryer and hair spray before repulsing the rest of the Tuckahoe Y members. Though being late for Ironwoman Canada seemed a worse wrath, so I walked over to the weight room, while adjusting my wet bangs.

Soon, Ironwoman Canada had D2 and me really sweating (so I kept on alert for the locker room woman). We were stationed near the back of the gym, on like the 100th alternating lunge, when an older woman barrelled toward me, barking out "Class coming through!" It was obvious she wasn't stopping or rerouting her path for me - so I jumped out of her way - letting her pass before resuming my lunges. Within seconds, the rest of the geriatric posse followed - making it clear that we were in the way of the route they've traveled from their 7 am class through the 10,000 square foot gym since retirement.

On the bright side, they did get me out of a few lunges.

Off Season

My newest Splish swimsuit features a cute little penguin family huddled among snowflakes on the front - and the words "off season" spread to the limit across my not so petite bottom.

Off season - with Ironwoman Canada's help, I've been working on "getting it" a bit more this year.

After IMFL in 2007, my endorphins were running so high that I continued training as if another Ironman race was on the immediate schedule.

2008 ended with training efforts focused on late season half IMs and marathons.

My 2009 "A" race was IMUSA in July - followed by my final "B" race - the Giant Acorn Olympic race - in early October. Meaning that off season started earlier this year - and on a bit of an "off" note.

Alas, as well as the 2-5 pound weight gain fluctuation.

Even with a little extra pudge, I've been striving to understand and trust the benefits of off season. I'm still training 6-10 hours per week, but trying to make all those hours enjoyable.

I look forward to swim and bike workouts - without the pressure of upcoming races. I've been incredibly annoyed by rainy weekend weather forecasts. I've been itching to bike on beautiful days - but have cut workouts short - or even skipped workouts - if the weather was crappy.

But those nice bike riding days...have made my heart flutter. I've relished moments casually cruising through beautiful scenery or pushing harder speeds.

These past few weeks, I've started to feel a twinge bit more comfortable about running. I've headed out without my Garmin and enjoyed the cooler temperatures, the fall leaves - and lately - the Christmas lights. I've tried to focus on technique, no matter what the distance - hoping to create a new and better imprint.

Trust and acceptance - maybe a few months of physical and mental rest and rejuvination will actually be beneficial vs. detrimental for next season.

We'll see.

Watch Out For Gravel

With the start of "off season," several of my training buddies have been bitten by the mountain biking bug.

I tried mountain bike riding a few years back. Like 10 to put it in perspective. I can't remember where we rode, but I do remember being so proud of myself after rolling over a few small log piles. I also recall thinking it was fun - like a day of hiking - though I hopped off the bike for a few more scary sections of the trail.

Well, my friends are on a whole 'nother level with their excursions. I've heard about the crazy falls and seen the impressive hematomas.

They've been gradually wearing me down, though, with promises of becoming a better bicyclist. When my company sent out the ten year work anniversary "pick your award" email, I noticed there was a mountain bike.

This must be a sign, right?

So I cut and paste the details and forwarded to the mountain bike goddesses.

Who promptly wrote back (kindly not making fun of me in the response)...

"No - that is a cruising mountain bike - meant for nice rides on sidewalks!"

Given I can't even pick out a mountain bike, let alone have the daredevil coordination to stay on the thing - I am thinking this may actually be a sign -

To stay on paved surfaces!

Ironman Arizona

Wishing a great race to several friends doing Ironman Arizona today. According to the athlete tracker, everyone is having a solid race - and though I wish I could be watching on the live feed, for some mysterious reason it won't download on either my desktop or laptop.

Pretty annoying.

But from the pictures, it looks like a beautiful day to race - and become an Ironman (a special shout-out to FAVE!)!

Putting it Out There

First - much congrats to all the Richmond IMFL finishers! You were exciting and inspiring to follow yesterday through the IM website and online feed (which thankfully worked most of the time) as well as sherpa texts, FB posts and phone calls. I can't wait to hear everyone's stories - and hope you all are basking in post race activities right now!

Seems I was one of many remembering the magic of Panama City. Over the past few days, a rumor has started and seems to be gaining momentum - a return to IMFL in 2011?

Hmmmm. What a happy thought!

And a shout out to Guppy TVR - who completed the iron distance Beach to Battleship - in 9:50!

All this race excitement has motivated me to put my 2010 race plans out there.

The theme for next year is "cheap, within driving distance - and fun." No worrisome travel or intimidating courses:

• Virginia is for Lovers 14 K - a tribute to John Kainer with some of the most fun peeps around
• Rumpass in Bumpass Olympic - my favorite local race
• Monument 10K - my best run ever - a goal to try to hit again
• Florida 70.3 - not definite - but hoping it works out
• MightyMan - somebody owes me a beautiful day for this gorgeous hometown race course
• Beach to Battleship IM Distance - for some reason, this race really appeals to me

And the best part - each of these races makes me...

Smile.

IMFL 2009

Goooooo strong, wonderful and fabulous IMFL girls (and boys)!!!!!

(I think I am more excited about friends doing IMFL this year than I was about IMUSA.)

They have trained hard and through obstacles. They deserve the beautiful weather forecasted - and the wonderful onsite super sherpa treatment. A few of us are left behind to cheer from afar - but we'll be doing so with gusto!

So excited for you inspiring women - and can't wait to hear your stories!

Feeling Better

2009 has been an interesting year so far.

The moments when things fell into place seemed to be outnumbered by those when things felt off - sometimes due to the physical, sometimes to the mental. IMUSA and the Giant Acorn being obvious examples.

After IMUSA, Ironwoman Canada told me that I needed to cut back. To allow myself to get worse before I could better again.

I did well with getting worse.

And the past week or so, I am finding that I am starting to feel better.

I am not failing as miserably at running. I even had my best 400 about a week and a half ago thanks to some individual attention from Ironwoman Canada. Then, at last week's track workout, Cupcake KO was a wonderful running buddy and pacer. Yesterday, Barracuda BL, the Should Be Sponsored Wife and I went for an easy run. Except none of us seemed to remember the easy part. Great weather and good company had us pushing the pace - maybe to enjoy the coffee reward at the finish.

Less time in the lap lane has been good for my shoulder. Today I had an encouraging Guppy workout. I may have even surprised Ironwoman Canada - she remarked a few times that I looked really good in the water. I almost kept up with one of my Guppy swimming heroes, Sharona, during a 50 sprint. Let's just forget the kicking drills for the moment...

Then there is the bike. I am grateful for a good bike year. This weekend's Seagull metric century ride (kudos to the Peddalin' SQ for completing the full century and achieving impressive TNT fundraising efforts) started off with a discouraging downpour (during which, Barracuda BL, the Should Be Sponsored Wife and I sat in the car and debated bagging the ride to shop instead). Alas, we braved the storm clouds and headed off for a fun day. I would love to do the ride in the future on a beautiful sunny day - but still enjoyed the smooth roads and pretty course. The first 17ish miles were casual. The next 23 included some tough pace line work. And after a decadent rest stop (picture: great band, river view, hot dogs, hamburgers, ice cream and apple pie), we completed the last 23 miles battling crazy cross and head winds.

While part of me would like to say I did the mile century, it was great to finish the ride feeling strong - those last 20 miles of a century can be brutal.

Then today, thanks to Columbus, I was able to join the Should Be Sponsored Wife and the RABA folks for Mondays with Mary. Though chilly, I loved the 35 mile route from Powhatan to Cartersville. Scenic foliage, fast flats, tough hills, challenging rollers and smooth roads - it was great. The Should Be Sponsored Wife was donning her new Fuji - which looked marvelous on her! We warmed up with soup and half-sandwiches afterwards - and I drove home feeling content, sleepy and...

happy.

Giant Acorn Olympic - Race Report

Did you ever have a moment of true greatness or absolute failure in a race?

Well, this weekend's Giant Acorn had both for me.

Saturday's weather turned out to be better than expected. While heavy rains woke me the night before, race day started out overcast and warmer than predicted. The clouds were gradually clearing as I drove to the Lake Anna Marina and set up transition. I met a high school friend, whose husband was doing his first Olympic. I caught up with a few Guppies, who impressed me with their detailed preparations. I also ran into two TRIgirls, gearing up for their latest challenges - one preparing with family support for her first Oly tri - and the other giving valuable advice to other racers on the porto-potty line.

Yet, without the posse' I typically train or race with, I was kind of on my own.

A few minutes before the race, I ventured into Lake Anna - the water was a little chilly at first, but warmed up quickly. Calmly, I waited for the purple caps to begin. When the gun for our wave sounded, I saw a bunch of folks take off - and was impressed by the super speedy swimmers. Still not able to push the start, I just tried to settle in - and not fall too far behind. The first turn went well - I was gradually catching up to the lead group and falling into a groove. But after the second turn, I lost my bearings. I couldn't find the buoys - nor a clustered group to follow. When I finally caught sight of a buoy, I realized I was a bit off the course. Overall, though, it felt like a good swim. With volunteers to help pull racers out of the water - I was optimistic for a decent swim time. And though not a PR - my swim was around 31 minutes.

Going into transition, I felt pretty good. I was excited to get on the bike.

And what a bike it was.

With a solid, consistent effort, I finished the first loop close to my dream goal - to finish at a 20 mph pace. Then I settled in for the second loop - which was a little faster - but felt a little easier than the first. I passed many women - and don't recall being passed by any women (other than a little leap frog with one girl near the end that luckily left me at the front of the game) - to end up with a 20.1 mph ride. While I didn't know the exact split at the time, I knew I was close enough to be psyched.

Getting off my bike, I was happy that my legs felt good. The weather had continued to heat up, but didn't seem too bad. I put on my sneakers and headed out. A five minute PR seemed possible if I could have an average run.

Except I didn't. As I posted on Facebook, it was dismal.

Within the first half mile, my heart was racing and I couldn't catch my breath. Which continued for the rest of the run, as I watched so many of the bikers I passed (and others I didn't), whiz by me on the run. Occasionally I wondered if I should have brought my inhaler. I wasn't wheezing heavily, but I wasn't breathing normally. And I am sure my frustration wasn't helping the situation.

I ended up walking a good chunk of the course. More than any race I could recall (percentage wise). Including IMs.

I finished the race at 3:04. A five minute PR had turned into a 5 minute not PR. The slowest run I can remember for a 10K.

And I couldn't figure it out why right away. Going into the porto potties after the race, I could hear that my breathing was a bit wheezy. Driving home, I started sneezing and gradually noticed that my sinuses were clogged. Later in the evening, I was dealing with some impressive green phlegm.

At best, a delayed onset head cold contributed to a very lackluster run.

At worst, I am just continuing to deteriorate in my running capabilities.

So for now, I'm torn between throwing myself into becoming a better runner -

Or just signing up for aqua bikes!

Times Change

When signing up for the Giant Acorn, I figured I'd be psyched for a fall Olympic race after IMUSA - remembering how I felt post IMFL.

Instead, I'm feeling unprepared. IMUSA left me drained vs. charged. Training has taken a backseat to a bunch or work related travel, problems and deadlines. In the midst of which, I decided that the "Big Nut" would need to be about fun. If I woke up and the weather looked bad - or I felt crappy - I'd roll right back over for some more zzzzzs.

As of this morning, the weather forecast included showers for Saturday.

And in my heart - I am just wishing for it to change into an amazing, beautiful fall day.

Because I have a feeling, even if it doesn't...

I won't be able to let myself back out without guilt and disappointment.

How I Spent My Summer Vacation

Or a few days of it anyway since Lake Placid...

I rode my bike in beautiful settings.

Sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

Sometimes not even thinking about the pace.

Sometimes on flats that seemed effortless.

Sometimes on hills that are still daunting.

Sometimes without a care in the world.

Sometimes thinking about a friend waiting with a flat.

Sometimes planning marina buying schemes.

Sometimes silently with my own thoughts.

Sometimes grossed out by roadkill.

Sometimes in amazement of deer bounding across the road.

Sometimes followed by a decadent brunch, yummy picnic or river chillin'.

Most times with friends who just love to bike.

What a great way to start the fall...

Reflections

Over a month has passed since IMUSA.

The race report took forever to write - unlike Florida's.

And "unlike Florida" is what I've found myself saying many times this past month as I've reflected on IMUSA and IMFL.

Leaving me wondering if IMFL was a fluke.

I loved so much about IMFL. The training, the start, the swim, the weather, most of the bike, most of the run, the crowds, the finish. Other than a few miles on the bike and run - I felt pretty darn great the whole race.

IMUSA, on the other hand, seemed like a struggle from the start.

Like the apprehension before signing up.

Like an injury that affected my spirit and confidence about running maybe more than my physical capabilities.

Like bike rides that helped my hill climbing, but also made me realize how much still needed to improve.

Like the complications from a switch in asthma meds that took weeks to notice.

Like race day challenges, from cramps to broken toes to weird nutrition issues.

Like losing your furkid two days after the race - and knowing your husband bore the brunt of some really tough conversations.

And while there were also many wonderful moments, too - new milestones, awesome coaching, great workout buddies, challenging and fun training camps, stretches on the bike and run course, amazing family and friend sherpas, the beautiful house we stayed in, a great IM gift from my folks...

I've concluded that Florida...

was magical.

But maybe the challenges of Lake Placid were more....

Ironman.

IMUSA - Race Report - The Run

While for both IMs I haven't been able to find volunteers for T1s - I've been lucky enough to have amazing ones for T2s.

We started going through my bag - and I tried to just settle down and prepare for the run. Taking the bike shoe off my left foot was painful. I peeled off my sock and saw it - a very swollen and black toe.

I wasn't exactly stable before noticing this - and hearing the volunteer recommend I go to the medical tent made the tears that I'd been fighting, start to stream down my face. I remembered how Ironboy JW had finished an IM with a broken toe - and how crazy I thought that was.

Knowing that running is my weakest sport, I doubted my ability to complete a marathon with a broken toe - in addition to the weird hydration/nutrition issues that were going on. Having broken toes in the past, I knew there was nothing the medical tent could do. I tried to be grateful for not having broken a big toe. So I changed clothes and tied my sneakers, figuring I'd come this far and was going to continue for as long as I could.

Through the majority of T2, TRIgirl CD was in the tent with me. Even after a tough and painful bike, she was chipper and upbeat though she knew she'd be taking the run easy and walking most of it due to a much more serious injury than a broken toe. We hugged before she headed out - with me following soon after.

I was still a mess for awhile. I stopped at the porto-potty at the first aid station - hmmm, still nothing going on. I tried walking with TRIgirl CD but soon realized her walking pace was faster than I could handle. So I experiemented with run/walk combinations that might work. Early on, I ran into TRIgirl KB (finishing her first loop!) - who convinced me to take a Tylenol.

And after that, surprisingly, things fell into place for the rest of my race. I could jog the downhills and the flats - and walk the uphills to keep my toe from having to deal with the extra bend. While my nutrition was messed up - I forgot to even Gu for the first 4 miles - I took in whatever appealed to me at each aid station. Most of the time that consisted of water, cola and oranges. The sweat continued to pour out of me, even when the temperature cooled off as the sun began to set. I saw many fellow Richmond racers. When the timing worked out, I could spend a few minutes trekking along with some of them - TRIgirls KO, SK, CD, and Coach MB, Others, I'd see in passing during the loops - TRIgirls KB, AM, LM, SS, the Barricudas, Coach BB and TRIboy MR, Some I never saw - like the super speedy boys TVR, MC, AS and GM.

The Richmond cheerleaders had spread themselves across the miles in town. My husband, mom, dad, brother, sister-in-law and house neighbors were at the out and back of the end of each loop - so I was able to see, high five and hug them twice before starting loop two. I can't remember exactly who said what - but remember feeling supported and encouraged. Seeing Ironwoman Canada and the Real Deal on the stretch through town was motivating, too.

The second loop was more of the same, with the addition of some chicken broth. A few times I started to feel light headed - probably from being low on calories - and I tried to take in something at the next aid station to help me get through. I'd given up on Gus, though, so the calories were limited to oranges, gatorade and cola.

During the last six miles, I was relieved and happy that finishing seemed to be possible and I started to relax and smile more. Ironwoman Canada and the Real Deal were waiting on one of the tough climbs back into town - they helped me powerwalk up the hill. Hearing Ironwoman Canada tell me how proud she was of me - and that I was much tougher than she realized (also mentioning that she would remember this for future workouts) gave me the last shot of adrenlin I needed to try to follow her directions to walk the uphill, but push the downhill into the Olympic oval. My husband, family and housemates were once again on the out and back. They are the best sherpas ever.

I swear the last two miles felt like four, but finally I was entering the Olympic oval. The course only really included about half of it, but it was an amazing feeling to be on grounds that have seen some of the best athletes in the world.

I finally crossed the finish line. At 15:03:12.

My husband and family soon found me - and gave all kinds of sweet and wonderful congratulations. They made feel like a winner vs. a backpacker.

I watched some of the Richmond crew finish, squeezed in a massage and headed back home (and finally peed around 11:30). Sitting around our kitchen table, I caught up with the Barricudas and both our sherpa crews, icing my toe.

One of the longest and hardest triathlon days I'd ever experienced was done.

IMUSA - Race Report - The Bike

I found a wetsuit stripper quickly - and did a much better job peeling it off than previous races. The run to the women's tent was fairly long, but gave me time to hear the cheers of sherpa friends and family.

The tent was packed - and I roamed around just trying to find an empty chair, resigning myself to the fact that no volunteers would be available to help me. I tried to change quickly, asking other racers to help pull down my sports bra and shirt (next time I will try TRIgirl CD's suggestion of stepping into them!). My transition time was pretty slow - 11:25.

My bike was in a convenient location to the tent exit - and I was practically at it when a volunteer pulled it off the rack. I jogged it to the start. There was a slight downhill with a u-turn right after the mount line - and I could sense people behind me crazed to jump on their bikes, so I walked it out of way.

Once on my bike, I noticed the weather. A hazy sun was peeking through and it was quite humid. After riding past the haystack turn and through town, I drank some water and Carbo pro - and took two slightly dissolved salt tablets, hoping to ward off any more calf cramps.

Thanks to many practice training rides and drives, I knew the course well. Soon I was on the rude first climb. Remembering to take the first loop easy, I focused on spinning up the hill in an easy gear. Most of the people with me seemed to have heard that advice too, as I only saw a few people slamming the hill. After about 5-6 miles, I was at my favorite part of the course, the newly paved rolling downhills leading to the descent. I flew along this stretch, trying to psych myself for the downhill. Seeing the first "truck low gear" sign, I knew the steep downhill to Keene was starting.

I was really relieved that most bikers seemed to be considerate. I passed many racers - and was also passed by many. Feeling more confident, I took advantage of the "free speed" hitting over 42 miles per hour several times.

The left turn after the descent started my second favorite part of the course, the mostly flat roads to Upper Jay. I spun as fast as I could, feeling good about some more fairly free speed. TRIgirl AM passed me, telling me about the flat she got, losing a half hour as she carried her bike to an aid station. She is one tough and fast girl!

So far, my nutrition was going OK. I was drinking, eating some of a sports bar and jelly beans. No cramps - which was a relief.

Occasionally, I'd notice that the toe from the swim incident was hurting, but the hard soles of my bike shoes seemed to protect it.

Unfortunately, the flat stretch did not last as long as I would have liked. Making the turn toward Wilmington, once again, I geared down low and focused on my "la de da" spinning. At one point, I felt a push on my back, and wondered if I was hallucinating SuperAnnn and JenBo from Richmond, but it was TRIgirl SK, rocking the hills after a tough year of injuries. The Haselton turn around seemed to pop up fairly quickly - probably my third favorite section of the course. I saw many familiar faces cruising along on the out and back, enjoying the rolling hills and shady roads.

After Haselton came the 16ish miles of mostly uphill. My legs felt pretty good on the climbs and I continued spinning. But I did start really feeling the humidity - and was sweating profusely. I began drinking more - so much so that I did my first "grab and go" at the next few aid stations for more water. (I even filled my bottles on my bike).

I thought about breaking another barrier - peeing on my bike. But I didn't have to go. So I drank more and more, finishing the loop - and seeing Skirtboy and his friends on the last little uphill back into town.

My fabulous husband, family, hometown sherpas and Ironwoman Canada were perched right near special needs station. I pulled over waving to everyone between giving the volunteer a run for his money with my indecisive back and forth with my special needs bag. Deciding on a new Carbo pro bottle, small Snickers and half a sandwich, I clipped in to start the second loop.

If only my bike could have ended here...

Hot and thirsty, I forced the PBJ down - and drank more and more liquids. Passing an aid station, I figured I must need to go to the bathroom - though - nothing. Back on my bike, I started to wonder what was going on. I took two more salt tablets and drank some more. My stomach was starting to feel sloshy and bloated, but I was still sweating like a pig.

Hitting the descent the second time, there was a slight headwind, I hit over 40 mph a few times near the beginning, but it wasn't as easy. About halfway down, I saw volunteers standing in the middle of the road. Then I noticed the racer they were redirecting traffic around. He or she did not look good - and it sobered up most of the riders I was with, as we all seemed to finish the downhill a little more conservatively.

I was still feeling pretty good on the flat stretch . I ran into TRIgirls SK and CD and found out they had not only seen the fallen racer, but, in their awesomeness, had also stopped to help him. TRIgirl SK is a nurse - and the injured racer fell right in front of her.

Starting the climbs again, I really started to feel worse and worse. My legs were fine - taking the first loop easy had worked in that department. But my stomach felt woozy. I was constantly thirsty, grabbing water at every aid station, yet still no sign of needing to go to the bathroom. I hadn't taken any more salt tablets, thinking there was too much sodium in my system. I felt like if I ate anything, I would spew. The only things I could get down were SuperAnnn's magic Swedish fish and the Snickers.

My feet were going numb, especially the left one with the hurt toe. When I tried to squeeze my left toes, I would feel a sharp stab of pain. The realization I may have broken it started to sink in.
During the last ten miles, I couldn't wait to get off my bike.

Finally, after a long 7:35 on the dot (which was within the wide range I predicted, so time wise I was OK), I pulled up to the mount line, climbed over my bike and landed on feet stinging with numbness and pain.

I waddled into the transition tent, feeling the worst ever before starting a run.

And this one - was 26.2 hilly miles.

IMUSA - Race Report - The Swim

After over a week of highs and lows, I’m starting to feel focused enough to pull together a race report for IMUSA.

It was a long and tough and - sometimes - amazing - day.

After a few hours of sleep, the Barricudas and I lumbered about in the kitchen, trying to eat. I managed to swallow down a PBJ, half a banana and juice. Carrying a water bottle (which I would later wonder if should have been a Gatorade) and with the hubby and my Dad sherpa-ing my bike and special needs bags, we made our way down to bodymarking. In my delirious stupor, I told the volunteer the wrong age for my calf. My husband quickly noticed, though I figured it didn’t matter since the number was still in the same age group.

Barracuda BN headed off to find his place near the start of the swim, as Barracuda BL and I ran into a few of our Richmond crew for final hugs and encouraging words.

Soon we were in the water- acclimating – and waiting. I tried to position myself in the middle of the middle of the pack. Which should have created a cushion since the super fast swimmers were huddled under the start and more cautious folks were gathered on shore. The canon sounded, and within seconds that cushion was a memory. I remembered the craziness from IMFL and tried to go with it. Before the second buoy, my foot and someone’s something banged together – and a toe started to feel funny. I figured it was stubbed – and plugged on through the maniacs fighting to sight off the cable.

Meanwhile, a downpour hit Mirror Lake. Several times, I was caught behind a wall of men stubbornly trying to plow through me to reach the cable. I did not care about the cable – but I was gradually being pushed onto it. I was amazed that these men would repeatedly hit me – though the water was clear and calm. “Hello – if you are swimming at my pace – you are not going to win – and maybe you should adjust your stroke after slamming my head four times in a row.” The first loop was a struggle and most of the time, I would concede to the aggressive swimmers. My calves cramped up several times. No idea why – as this had never happened to me during a race. But I’d move forward swimming with my foot contracted waiting for them to subside.

The whole first loop was crazy. Exiting onto the beach, I looked for something to drink, thinking Gatorade might help with the cramping, but didn’t see an aid station.

Back in the water, I purposefully tried to move further out from the cable. The crowd had lessened, but I still found myself being pushed onto the cable. I did finally find a pair of steady, consistent feet (not as good as the Real Deal's, but would do) and drafted for awhile, relaxing a bit and finally enjoying the swim.

Rounding the last turn, I ended up behind a man swimming with his feet crossed.

Which is a super hard drill Ironwoman Canada makes us try.

This guy, though, was doing an amazing job – his feet never dropped or moved. I wondered if he was a paraplegic – and felt inspired by the possibility I was witnessing a human interest story about an individual overcoming incredible challenges to complete an Ironman.

The racers jammed up again toward the end of the swim. I was relieved to climb out of the water – and see my swim time of 1:20:32.

Buttercup

Sometimes there are things that can overshadow the highs of an Ironman finish.

Buttercup - In Loving Memory...

Hope you've found Wesley and Shelby - and are chasing soccer balls, finding soft pillows, enjoying head rubs, eating biscuits and "roo rooing" your happiness.

Arriving - With Hope and Magic Candy

The past few days have been busy.

On Monday and Tuesday, I wrapped up things at work and finished a few last minute race preparations. On both days I came home to wonderful little surprises waiting in my mailbox that left me feeling a little verklempt. A beautiful silver and turquoise bracelet from TriDi - inscribed with my 2009 word - "Hope." I've been wearing it since and letting the inspirational message soothe my race nerves. Then, the next day, SuperAnnn left me a wonderful "brick" card - and four types of "magic" candy - to boost my body and spirits on the tougher parts of Sunday's 112 mile Adirondack ride.

Tuesday night, the hubby and I joined the Barricudas for the trek to Placid. We packed the car to the rafters and had a smooth drive, with a stop in Scranton. Their Peloton SUV was nice and comfy for catching up on some sleep, too. Driving into Placid, we were psyched to see that the top rollers before the descent had been repaved - looking smooth and fast!


Wednesday we pulled into our lovely Hawthorne home (the same one we stayed in for Torturefest) around 1:00. Our next door neighbors include great training buddies and sherpas. After unloading the car, we headed to the Cottage for lunch. As our parents were arriving (with food to pack our fridge for the week), the Barricudas and I headed down to to Mirror Lake for a practice loop. The water was chilly, but not miserable. Swimming on the cable was awesome, though I reminded myself after about 10-12 minutes that I would not be able to rely on seeing it on race day, so I practiced sighting on landmarks. I even found a way to get off course on the cable swim - since the cable at the second turn goes in two directions - and - I chose the wrong one! (Real Deal, don't joke about those pink painted feet.) After the swim, I had a short run, shower - and then it was time for dinner at the Boathouse.

Walking back from dinner, my mother shared with the group that she learned our house supposedly had a ghost. Minutes later, we opened the door and walked into the living room noticing that all the furniture has been rearranged. The ghosts has a good time while they visited, leaving behind beer bottles and cheap wine - and even helping themselves to a few cookies.

Thursday started around 9:00 with a ride of the first 15-16 miles of the bike course, including the bastard climb out of town - and the descent. I was a little worried if I'd be able to handle the descent as well using Ironwoman Canada's race tires - but all went great - best downhill I've had here yet and reaching over 38 miles per hour. Blakey Blake and Karen B told me I should shoot for 40 - and if the weather is decent on race day, I am going to give it a shot! Barricuda BL also had a confidence building ride - and we were happy to end the workout with her parents picking us up in Keene. After, the Barricudas went off for a run, while I headed to do another loop of the swim course. The water felt a little chillier, but I stayed on course this time.

The Barricudas and I registered. So now I have my race band on one wrist, with hope on the other. It was fun to see the Barricudas receive their first M-Dot item.

Last night, dinner was at the Whiteface Lodge and Inn. What a gorgeous resort and restaurant! We all had amazing meals and lovely wines (in moderation, sigh). And wouldn't you know, those ghosts decided to visit again, rearranging the living furniture, leaving replacement cookies, having a few drinks, helping with a crossword puzzle - and leaving salt and pepper in interesting places.

Today - no workouts. For some odd reason, my shins feel on the verge of shin splints. We did a little stroll around Ironman Village - and may go for a little tour of the bike course later.

But don't tell the ghosts.

Remembering

With today marking the "one week till race day" milestone, I've been immersed in all things Ironman and Placid, from pre-race gatherings to packing preparations.

I've also been trying to remember how it felt before IMFL. How nervous was I? How prepared? How trained?

And while this season has been almost bipolar in serveral ways, I can see some similarities. Which I hope is a good sign - because, other than a few rough spots here and there, IMFL was incredible.

Oddly, the biggest difference may be "the knowing." The week before IMFL I was winging it on faith in the unknown. I'd never done an Ironman nor been in Panama City, let alone seen the race course.

Going into IMUSA, I know I should be able to do the distance. I've experienced the swim and run loops once - and biked most the course four times - if you include last year's pre-registration ride.

Which seems to have resulted in a mixed blessing. Knowing what to expect brings familiarity - the good and the bad.

Maybe, for now, I need to let my mind forget - and my body remember.

Please? Pretty Please?

Lake Placid 10 Day Forecast:

Shhh..TRIgirl 40 Something is in a Little Denial

More often than not, I've been eerily calm about the quickly approaching IMUSA date.

I am pretty sure it is some kind of denial. At best it is acceptance.

Yep, I've panicked here or there when completing some type of race preparation, like ordering nutrition or scheduling a bike tune-up. The hardest moments have been when someone has asked me if I am ready.

And I sigh or shrug. I can't say I am or am not. I am not thrilled with what that means either way, but I do know I've worked hard, struggling through the most challenging workouts I've ever attempted.

The shoulder is still feeling good. I had an incredible opportunity to swim at Guppy AS's Lake Gaston's paradise - a "not so torturefest" few days with Ironwoman Canada and several great training buddies - helping me to believe I could have a solid swim (for me) at Placid if I can overcome the claustrophobia of 2000 plus swimmers hitting tiny Mirror Lake (and if I could bribe the Real Deal to be a bandit and let me draft of him).

While I wish I had more time to work on climbing, I also know that too many more long mountainous bike rides without a bunch more good fun ones thrown in between might break my spirit.

After beginning to stabilize on new asthma meds, running is on the upswing. It is not anywhere near where it was at its best, but it is a heck of lot better than where it was even a few weeks ago. I could kick myself for not recognizing what was going on and dealing with it sooner, but am grateful that something finally clicked in my stubborn brain.

And in this non denial moment, I've let it register that in exactly a week, I'll be in the Peloton SUV with the Barracudas and the hubby.

But I'm still plugging my ears with my fingers about the following four days after our arrival in Lake Placid.

"la, la, la, la, la, la, la..."

Dreeeaaam, Dream, Dream, Dream...

This week, I had my first IMUSA dream.

And like the few other race dreams I've had, this one bore no resemblance to the actual race.

I grab my bike out of transition and head down roads that look surprisingly like those around the Shady Grove Y. I am riding fairly well, though am not thrilled when I notice the asphalt has turned into cobblestones. During this stretch, there is an aid station, which happens to be a bike store. I jump off my bike and start browsing around the store, noticing very cool race tires. A few training buddies (including a few folks I wish were doing Placid with me) show up. I decide I should probably get back on the course, so I jump on the bike and head further down the cobblestone path. After a half mile, I look down and notice I am not on my bike. I curse and turn around. I drop off the bike and start looking for mine. I can't find it. Panicking, I search some more and decide to go back into the bike store. I ask a few folks if they've seen my bike and no one says they have. I go into a back room and see a pencil drawing of my bike. And then notice a bunch of parts that look familiar. I realize that someone stole my bike and dismantled it.

And then I wake up.

SuperAnnn Was Right

After cheering on the brave and impressive racers who fought a ridiculous James River current at this year’s I Love the Tavern (congrats to all!), Fave, EFEmme and I took off from the race site to squeeze in a few bike miles.

SuperAnnn had warned us about Southside Sunday drivers.

Robius Road, in particular, was full of angry and aggressive folks – sometimes even on sections that had a bike lane.

Which was a shame, because we flew along parts of that road – in both directions.

It was still a great ride – though if I ever dare to do it again, I may need this:

No, No, Counter!

Please don't drop below a calendar month before IMUSA.

My shoulder loves the cortisone shot, making swimming easier and smoother (and maybe on the verge of getting faster).

Hill climbing on the bike is starting to make sense (but I have much to practice).

Running - well it is what it is (an inkling of improvement).

I am just starting to feel stronger and more confident.

I need time. To hope. And believe.

Where is Superman when you need him?

Luray - IMUSA Training Ride

This weekend was an IMUSA training camp in Luray, planned by Coaches CD and MB, to knock off one of our long bike rides.

Friday afternoon, TRIboy MR and I drove up together on the quiet country roads behind farm vehicles and through field after field of cows and goats. We both needed to head out after Saturday's bike for separate obligations - leaving us with mixed emotions (while we looked forward to our other events, we also knew we would be missing the post workout celebration and an open water swim opportunity).

Arriving at the Luray house, we quickly unloaded the car. TRIgirls KB, SS and LD had dinner cooking as we checked out the house (nothing fancy, but comfortable and clean). It had a nice layout for large groups, from the big dining area to a game room to a unique bedroom with four (yes, four) oversized bunk beds.

We broke out the snacks, wine and beer as the lasagna boiled away in the oven, smelling quite yummy. Gathering around the dinner table, folks shared stories and memories of recent workouts - and we checked out the map and elevations for the upcoming bike ride. TRIgirl CD had comparative profiles to both the Blue Ridge and IMUSA - basically showing that the BRP had tougher climbs than IMUSA and that the Luray ride looked to be more challenging than the BRP. Thankfully, I did not see any 7-9% grade climbs - so I was hopeful that I would not have to endure another Crabtree experience.

After dinner, the boys built a nice fire in the backyard pit. We chilled outside in the mountain air before a few quick games of Foosball and Ms. Pacman. TRIgirl AM and I were making our beds in the communal bunk room when TRIboy MR noticed there was an empty bedroom. We grabbed the opportunity - and bet the boys were also relieved to be able to relax without any girls around.

TRIgirl AM and I chatted for awhile before I fell into a good sleep, waking up the next morning feeling as ready as I could be for the day's ride.

Skyline Drive was about a half hour from the house. We pulled into Thornton's Gap and prepared for the long bike ride ahead. Literally, within minutes of getting on our bikes, I felt the first raindrops.

It was just a drizzle at first, as I found my own little spot in the group, trying to make up some ground before the descents. The first 5-6 miles of the out and back were sweet - (for whatever reason, I felt like I was flying on this section in either direction). The rain varied from light to steady during the first 26.8 miles - which included tough, long climbs - and downhills that became increasingly scary as the rain came down more heavily.

I was by myself at the turnaround at Dickey's Ridge. I took a short break and reloaded my water bottles. The second part of the out and back seemed harder - the climbs seemed longer. Not to mention the pelting rain. And the wind, thunder and lightening. The rain almost seemed like hail for a few minutes. Parts of the climbs, switchbacks and descents were in thick fog.

I was not a happy camper. As a matter of fact, I was having some interesting internal debates about whether I'd be doing a second loop if the weather conditions continued.

During the second half of the first loop, the rain lightened up. Coach MB and TRIboy RE rode by as I was about to pass some interesting looking dude walking Skyline. I was happy to have their company. Coach MB gave me some good tips to smooth out my pedal stroke while climbing.

The sun started to peek out during the last part of the first loop, giving me some hope - even if the conditions would be a bit steamy until the rain started to dry out.

Back at the parking lot, we ran into TRIboys BB and ERC who were getting ready to start their second loop (after putting in extra miles on the first loop). TRIboy MR had gotten a flat - leaving me time to catch up with different riders while waiting for him to pull into the parking lot so I could reload my bike. I literally jumped with happiness when I realized I had packed extra socks - stripping off the sopping wet ones felt so good! Coach CD and and TRIgirl SK pulled in - and they, once again, amazed me with being able to ride so strongly with major injuries.

Meanwhile, the skies seemed to be clearing - and by the time I started my second loop, I had my fingers crossed that better weather would hold out. Coach MB and TRIboy RE rode by somewhere along the first mile and told TRIboy MR and me to turn back to the parking lot as he wanted to give the rest of the group and us revised options since the course was pretty challenging. Hitting 100 miles was less important than finishing strong.

A few minutes later, I was back on the route. The sunglasses I'd put on with the sun's appearance fogged up frequently with the steamy conditions, especially during the climbs that had me dripping with sweat, instead of rain, this time around.

I chose the option to shoot for a little over 90 miles for the day on the same out and back. Coach MB passed me fairly early on - and I worked to keep him in sight on the climbs. At the turn around, we rode together for awhile. Super speedy TRIgirl KB was on the course for the full second loop - when she hadn't passed us by the top of the biggest hill, we pulled over and waited - hoping she wasn't waiting for someone at the original turn around.

After awhile, we decided I should head back in case we'd need to send out a car to check on things. The last 10 miles were fun - mostly downhill or flat, the weather was finally turning nice. My legs felt better than I expected - though I was very happy to be done with climbing for the day.

Back in the parking lot, TRIboy MR and I hopped in the car to start driving the loop just as TRIgirl KB and Coach MB pulled into the parking lot. We both decided to call it day at this point to begin the drive back home.

All in all, a great training experience - a good, long, tough ride that left me feeling challenged, but not too far outside my comfort zone.

My Lake Placid Anthem?

While I probably never expected inspiration to come from a Miley Cyrus song, this one seems to work...

There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose

Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb

Good Bike Rides Can Make All the Difference

After the Crabtree debacle, I am so very thankful that I've had a few interesting and inspiring bike rides to put my spirit back on track.

The Urban Assault - Skirtboy planned a morning ride through the depths of Richmond - from the Huguenot Bridget to Forest Hill to the Nickel Bridge to the Carytown borders. At least he didn't take us through some areas he occasionally traverses that require bullet proof vests. I practiced lots of turning, stopping and riding in traffic - and almost toppled over from the dizziness of the Nickel Bridge grates.

The Ride of Many Rides - Starting with the Schnupp Loop (who is a traffic and hill connoisseur), the posse, Barricuda BL, SuperAnnn and I traveled the first segment that included Patterson Avenue and Lauderdale hills - as well as quiet, more rural stretches through West Creek and Manakin. I love the Schnupp Loop - as well as the opportunity to be with so many of my favorite bike buddies. SuperAnnn, Barricuda BL and I headed off to a second phase of the Ride of Many Rides to do a nice tour of West Creek. Then Barricuda BL and I tackled a ride through Goochland and Henrico, one we once found quite challenging, with a bit more confidence. We finished off my miles (not hers as she put in a bunch more) by looping again through West Creek, where we ran into Barricuda BN. I missed the bear sighting that everyone else noticed - but finished the Ride of Many Rides feeling stronger at the end than at the beginning.

The Ironwoman Canada Ride (part of it anyway) - Ironwoman Canada has a five county ride that we've modified for a few recent, shorter outings. The route combines long descents, steep and gradual climbs, technical curves and speed flats to practice important bike skills. My most recent outing had me finishing the ride faster than previous attempts, until getting dropped at a traffic light and relying on my poor directional instincts to catch up with the group. But I did get in a few extra miles!

These recent rides have boosted my attitude - by reminding me of why I love to ride, from the thrill of the challenge, to the joy of the ride, to sharing the experience with fellow bike lovers.

Luray is on tap for this weekend - which I hope will be a ride to add to this list!

Thank You

Thanks so very much to all who commented, privately or publicly, on my last post. You've helped me get through a tough week.

A week full of digging deep for positive thoughts - and making peace.

Peace with:

1. This race is not Florida. From the course, to the training, to the general mood. Last weekend's workout deflated my spirit. I will never conquer hills - there will always be bigger and more challenging climbs. (Tipping my hat to my talented, tough and inspiring Wintergreen training mates.)
   
2. Balance is important. Training hard and playing hard both have their place. (Hugs to my Wintergreen rescue crew.)
   
3. There are times when my body will benefit more from rest than additional miles. Especially on the run and especially when the left side of my body has rebelled against all recent hill workouts. (Thank you, Ironwoman Canada.)
   
4. I have asthma. It isn't severe, but I haven't outgrown it and it isn't going away. Recent changes in my meds are not working and can't be ignored. (Please let my old meds still exist.)
   
5. Though I've said this many times, in my heart I've truly had to accept it. IMUSA will be, once again, just about finishing. The course, as beautiful as it is, requires different strengths than the few I have. (Sweet sherpas, get your cowbells and markers ready!)

It is time to concentrate on reconnecting with my workouts - maybe with a little less confidence, but with a bit more realism.

Four weeks till taper.

There are Times

...when I feel like I have no business doing a race like Lake Placid.

Just going to focus on building up some strength during the 5ish weeks of training coming up before the taper.

And cross my fingers to hope for the best.

To Sum Up

...this weekend's bike ride.

After miles of what seemed like almost constant climbing, I was never so happy to see the Blue Ridge Parkway.

'Nough said.

A Little Humor...

...before a not so funny looking training weekend ahead (courtesy of a thoughtful co-worker).

We Interupt This Torturefest Program...

for a little Blue Ridge Parkway update.

Last year, I rode the Blue Ridge Parkway three times. At best, my rides were tolerable. At worst, I was a miserable, grumpy...

Even at the better end of the spectrum, I was huffing and puffing it up the climbs and anxious during the downhills.

Saturday, TRIgirls KO, SK and I headed up to the BRP. We each had our own reasons for wanting to deal with the BRP on our own terms, before the more formal group training workouts planned over the next few weeks.


The day was picture perfect. The sun was strong, though the air was cool. The plan was to start at milepost 14, head down to 0, then back up. Take a break at the car. Up to 25 and back down.

I did not remember the first stretch very accurately in terms of what happened where, but we hit a good downhill pretty early on. By singing in my head and focusing on relaxing, I did much better than any time on the BRP last year. As we neared the bottom, two familiar faces called out to us - and we realized it was the Sponsored Athlete and his Should be Sponsored Wife. They did a u-turn to meet us, take pictures and chat - before we would all start the uphill stretch to MP 14.

The climbing was hard - but not nearly as awful as last year. And I'll give a big shout-out to Patriot Sangria's new compact crank for allowing me to finally understand what it means to "spin" up a hill. It wasn't fast - but I hardly ever felt like my lungs were going to explode.

We regrouped at MP 14 - saying goodbye to the Should be Sponsored Wife. We had 11 more miles of mostly climbing before our next turn around. TRIgirl SK (who is injured and still kicks-a**) and the Sponsored Athlete took off together and dominated those hills. TRIgirl KO and I followed at a slower, but consistent and comfortable pace. While there were times I wished the hills were over, I still wasn't experiencing the "I am going to die" feeling. And because of that, I really was able to enjoy the breathtaking BRP views so much more than any ride I've ever done up there. Finally, I could understand why people actually WANT to ride the Blue Ridge!

The Sponsored Athlete and TRIgirl SK were practically napping when we arrived at MP 25. Now it was just 11 miles, mostly downhill, before our first BRP ride of the season would be completed. TRIgirl KO and I finished the stretch together, braving some switch-back downhills that were pretty tough.

At the car, we discussed where to start the circle of happiness (food and drink) and decided we were all hungry enough for lunch. We stopped at the Ambrosia Bakery and Deli (which is a smorgasbord of Mediterranean delights) for great wraps, grape leaves and a few amazing looking sweet treats.

And from what I can tell, I think we all headed home feeling pretty good about a needed confidence building training ride.

Torturefest 2009 - Day 3 - The Looong Run

(These Torturefest posts are taking me so long to write, I am forgetting details - and it may be race day before I finish.)

Sunday started off chillier than Saturday. The cool, brisk - and clean feeling - air - was a welcome surprise for our long run.

The goal was to run for about three hours. For some of us, that meant 20 miles, though for most of us it turned out to be around 16-17.

Our same group from yesterday's bike started the run together by looping around Mirror Lake. As we made a quick pit-stop in Starbucks, I checked with TRIgirl SS. The group pace seemed a bit ambitious for me. Thankfully, she was open to the idea of dropping back a bit. We headed out again and stayed within fairly close sight of the other girls for a good chunk of the rest of the lake loop, even briefly catching up before the run out and back to take a few photos in front of an "Athletes Training" street sign.

This may be shocking to a few of you - but I enjoyed the run. My legs felt good the whole time and the pace was comfortable. TRIgirl SS was great company. Sometimes we'd talk; other times we'd just run quietly together. There were a few rollers on the out and back, but nothing too daunting. It was perfect running temperature. And the prettiest run course I've ever done - from babbling brooks to great mountain views.

Sherpa Extra K met us on the run a few times - which was wonderful for removing a few layers and grabbing more gus and water.

The tough part of the course - the crazy hills into and in town - were waiting for us during the last couple of miles. They were hard - but not too, too long. My guess is I'll be walking up parts of them on race day.

But as we finished the run - and I still felt pretty darn good - I briefly wondered if this might become the first race where I will actually look forward to getting of the bike. Then I remembered, it wasn't likely to be in the 50-60s in July. Then again, maybe it will be by the time I start running!

Back at the house, eating and massages were on the rest of the afternoon's schedule. Then dinner at The View - including celebrating TRIgirl SS' upcoming 50th birthday. My dinner was yummy, but the 4-5 tiny scallops barely took up a third of the plate - not a recommended meal choice for "Athletes Training."

Torturefest 2009 - Day 2 - The Looong Bike

Saturday morning was an early rise and shine day. Ironwoman Canada formed three groups to make sure everyone would have someone looking out for them.

I had ridden the course last year when signing up for the race - but we had started in Keene vs. Lake Placid, so my orientation was a bit thrown off as to where we would be beginning.

My group, including TRIgirls KO, SS, LD and Barracuda BL headed off. The first mile or so was slow and easy as we made our way through town. But soon, we were huffing it up one rather significant climb. Just like most of the climbs on the course, some parts were steeper than others, but it was mostly uphill for a good 7-8 miles. What a way to start the course - on a long hill that hadn't even earned a name! TRIgirl SS took care of that detail, by christening it the "Bastard" (the "Bastard" would soon become part of the famous trio - the Bastard, the Bitch and the Wench). While these nicknames may never be spray painted on the roads, they'll bring me some comic relief on race day.

After the last few rolls of the Bastard, the first steep hill traffic sign came into view:



I knew what that meant.

The descent.

(Ask Barracuda BN how many of these signs there were on the descent - and he'll tell you 2. I thought there were 6-7 - but turns out there were over 10!).

TRIgirl SS had shown us a few key tips for surviving the 9ish miles. It was time to try those out, plus see if some of the work I'd done since last year would make a difference in my confidence.

TRIgirl SS headed off first. I took a deep breath and tried to keep her in my sights as we flew down the hill. Having her ahead of me helped me gauge how to tackle the downhill. I sang songs in my head, trying to spend time in aero and refrain from using the breaks. Overall, it was a big improvement. I was more relaxed than last year - and even had moments of enjoying the exhilaration of gaining momentum down the mountain.

We gathered at the bottom, for one of the many SAG stops. Sherpa Extra K was waiting for us - and we were able to strip off layers. The day was warming up and we had some serious climbing ahead.

First though, was the lovely, relatively flat stretch. My favorite part of the course, where you can gain a little (non-downhill) speed and enjoy the pretty scenery. Unfortunately, it probably lasts less than 10 miles

I remembered the left turn from last year - the one that signified the start of the climbs. The Bitch is one of the steeper uphills. We climbed the Bitch. For most of the rest of the loop, even when the climbs leveled off, the course was still slightly uphill. We skipped the Haselton out and backs for this ride.

As we finished the first loop of about 43-44 miles, we rode through town again, including a few very short, but very steep downhills. On race day, one of these downhills actually is lined with haystacks to cushion out of control crashing riders.

We started the climb up the Bastard again. My legs felt strong and I was happy with how the first loop had went.

This time, dark clouds, rain and wind decided to meet us just as we were approaching the descent.

Creating one of the scariest bike experiences of my life.

The rain was cold and the wind was unpredictable. I felt my bike being pushed one way or the other across the road. Sometimes the wind gust direction seemed to change within seconds. Needless to say, I braked more this time down - and was much more tense. I still tried to force myself to maintain a fairly fast speed - and felt a sense of comfort when TRIgirl SS passed me and I could focus on her vs. the rest of the hill. It was hard to believe this was the same descent from a few hours ago - it seemed much, much longer.

At the bottom, Sherpa Extra K and TRIgirl SS were there. I got off the bike and was shivering and quivering, not only from the cold and wet conditions, but also from a major surge of adrenalin - a fight AND flight response to make it down the hill. I put layers back on as we waited for the other riders - but I still had goosebumps and was shaking like a leaf.

The downhill seemed to scare most of us to some degree. But we all agreed it, in a way, it was a good experience - we'd be better prepared to deal with tough conditions on race day if needed. We were not thrilled with the rain that was still coming down - and decided we'd check in after the flat stretch to determine if we'd finish the entire ride.

The rest of the second loop seemed much harder - though we did it all. Maybe because it was the second loop, maybe because of the weather and maybe because my energy had been sapped a bit by the descent. We plugged through the rest of the ride, ticking off the climbs.

While I would have happily skipped the 20 minute transition run at the end of the bike - Ironwoman Canada would have none of it. So I put my sneakers on and headed out for about 2 miles of running in the rain.

After the run, it felt awesome to walk about into the house - and smell the delicious aromas of appetizers and dinner awaiting - thanks to the efforts to TRIgirl DL and her BF.

It was time for refueling. The next day would be another major workout - and my longest run since the stress fracture.

Torturfest 2009 - Day I - Arrival

I've thought about how to start this post series even while in Lake Placid when my brain was fairly delirious from the hardest training I've ever done within a few days.

There is much to write about - so I'm going with the multi-post approach, taking it by the day.

I left Virginia on Thursday night with Ironwoman Canada and Sherpa Extraordinaire K. It was a fun road trip, though I actually had to drive for a good chunk (my traveling companions risked my tendency to fall asleep in the car after even a ten minute ride). We shared many hilarious stories and discovered Ironwoman Canada's penchant for army songs - including those that involved stabbing someone with a knife. We survived the impromptu karaoke, as well as pea soup fog and even boardroom negotiations for a reasonable rate at an Hotel 8.

Friday morning, we pulled up to our base camp, a beautiful home called the Hawthorne, practically on Mirror Lake. TRIgirls KB and SS were already there - we unpacked our bags and headed into town for lunch. Our caravan had survived the previous 20 hours on pretzels, gum and cheerios - we were desperate for some real food.

By the time we walked back to the Hawthorne, everyone else had arrived. We were a little off schedule, but had just enough time to fit in a short bike including a few miles around the lake and one out and back of the run course. It was an easy, fun ride enabling us to make sure our bikes were in order for the next day's workout. We couldn't fit in the short open water swim in Mirror Lake (and as things turned out - this probably would have been the best day to brave the cold waters).



We headed out for a group dinner at the quaint Brown Dog Cafe and Wine Bar. All the dog themed prints left me missing Buttercup and Fezzy, but the food was delicious - and the wine selection was impressive. We celebrated Barricuda BL's birthday with a gluten free and yummy carrot cake. I impressively sucked the creamy icing off every ounce of cake on my plate justifying the calories as carb loading.

After dinner, Ironwoman Canada, Sherpa Extra K and I headed to our room with three squeaky twin beds. They both fell asleep fairly quickly - though it took me a little longer to settle down. The next day's workout had me a bit freaked out. We'd be riding two loops of the IMUSA bike course, minus the Haselton out and backs.

For the first time in almost a year, I was worried about what was in store for Patriot Sangria and me.

The Same, But Different

I've been remembering and rereading blog posts from IMFL training.

So many workouts were wondrous, groundbreaking events.

The first 2, 2.5 and 3 mile swims. The beautiful Chesdin Classic.

The first 60, 75, 80, 100 mile bike rides. The amazing century Eastern Shore Ride.

The first 15, 18 and 20 mile runs. The gruelling BB&T trail fiasco.

And some freakishly long bricks. The memorable Crackhead Invitational.

The uncertainty, anxiety, soreness - as well as the comedy, thrill and sense of accomplishment.

The mega long workouts are just starting for IMUSA. And this time, there is more familiarity.

Like this past Saturday, I knew the Cap to Cap century would be a long day - but I also knew I'd finish it - while enjoying watching two friends achieve (actually, they rocked) a new distance.

But, I am also quivering a bit in the corner; there are still new challenges.

Like this upcoming weekend, when eight training friends and I will be trekking up to Lake Placid for "Torturefest - and you thought Ironman was hard."

I expect to have my butt kicked big time!

And wouldn't mind a little wonderment thrown in for good measure.

White Lake - Race Report

Having the few extra prep days prior to the race was a treat. The Barricudas and I checked out the courses and completed final workouts. I never felt rushed or anxious.

White Lake was a training exercise for me - meaning no taper and using the race as an opportunity to iron out my problem areas. And if you've read my previous race reports, you'll know that includes avoiding unintentional penalties and stupid mistakes.

I slept fairly well before the race. I wasn't terribly nervous. I ate breakfast, drank a good cup of coffee (per Ironwoman Canada's instructions) and left to walk Patriot Sangria over to transition a few minutes before the more coordinated Barricudas biked over in flip-flops/crocs and with large bags draped across their backs.

Setting up for the race went smoothly. The people sharing my rack seemed nice. I tried to notice the run and bike exits. I took note of the surrounding rack markers as mine was decorated with just standard candy-stripe black tape.

Race time was 7:00, with the the old lady wave slated a half-hour later. Since Barricuda BL's age group was combined with mine, we would be able to start together. As the first waves kicked-off, we headed over to the water to warm-up. Barricuda BN was there, too. His wave would start after ours.

Barricuda BL tried to convince me to start up front with her, but I was leary of my Rumpass experience and placed myself more toward the middle. As our wave took off, I watched the leader group - and swimmers around me burst ahead. I just tried to find my groove and focus on sighting. With a sigh of relief, I rounded the first turn and saw the correct buoy for the next leg. The long straight-away was more choppy than I anticipated, but there really was no current. The swim felt good and I gradually caught up to some of the eager beavers. I sighted well and exited the water feeling strong, though not without being trampled by more aggressive racers when trying to climb up the dock ladder.

The long run to transition and the timing mat was still there. I didn't know my swim split at the time, but it turned out to be 41:29, about two minutes faster than last year and 13/31 in my age group.

Entering the transition, I saw the black tape candy stripe rack. But I did not see Patriot Sangria. I ran back and forth for a bit looking for the nearby rack landmarks, but did not see them either. Was my bike on the right instead of the left? Finally, I realized that the transition area was L shaped and that my bike was on the other side of the L. The rest of my transition must have been fairly quick, as T1 ended up being 3:45, which wasn't too bad for me.

On the bike, I settled in. This would be the one part of the race I wanted to push beyond a training experience. I felt good during the first few miles. I couldn't tell exactly where the wind was coming from, though I quickly realized when making the turn onto the longest stretch of the course that I was also hitting a headwind. I remembered loving the bike course more last year. This year, it seemed like the road was way more bumpy, with the ba-bum cracks covering about 2/3 of the course. It also seemed more boring. Sometime over the past year's training, I've come to enjoy rolling hills more than pancake flat. Nutrition on the bike was going well overall thanks to heavily loaded carbo pro and motortab bottles. I couldn't eat much solids, but knew I was consuming a decent amount of calories. A little over halfway through the race, I stopped and refilled my water bottles at an aid station.

Though I didn't have my exact split as I forgot to start my Garmin, I knew by my bike computer that I was close, but probably over my dream of breaking 3 hours. My bike turned out to be 3:01, 13/31 in my age group - about 5 mintues faster than last year. I was still pretty happy.

The last few miles on the bike were tough for me mentally, though. Not so much because I was phyically beat or sick of the bumpy road conditions, but because I knew the run was coming up soon. My longest run to date since November was 9 miles - those extra 4.2 seemed like a big jump. I thought about how it would be so easy to turn my chip in - and just run what I wanted to without worry about my overall time. It was very, very tempting.

I moved more slowly in T2 as I delayed the final decision. With a big sigh, I tightened up my sneakers and told myself to suck it up. This was a training race, right?

I jogged out of transition, deciding to hit the first aid station for the porta-potty (which I soon learned was not a very original plan). My legs actually felt better than I expected as I ticked off each mile by breaking the 13.2 miles into a long series of 1 mile laps.

While the bike was fairly overcast, the sun decided to pop out more often on the run. It wasn't as hot as 2008 - or even as originally predicted, but it was still in the low 80s. I was a dripping mess of water dumping and cold towel donning - and I spotted a few racers sporting TRIgirl SS' "curtain of cool." As I headed toward the turnaround, I saw Barricuda BN hustling - and then Barricuda BL looking strong and confident.

My legs continued to feel OK - and my breathing wasn't as labored as I expected. I wondered how I would feel at mile 10, but it didn't seem much different than mile 7. The last few miles were fairly consistent with the majority of my run. For a few wonderful seconds, rain began to fall, but it was just a cruel tease.

Crossing the finish line, I had a feeling my run time was close to last year's (Garmin died around mile 7). My overall time was 6:17 - a PR and about 7 minutes faster than last year, leaving me smack in the middle of my age group - 16/31.

And my run? 2:27:29 - 18/31 in my age group and 12 seconds (LOL) faster than 2008. Last year, I was disappointed with my run. This year, I was grateful.

The Barricudas were waiting for me at the finish line. Barricuda BL had an awesome race and a great PR of about 15 minutes. Barricuda BN had earned another first place age group win. We cheered him and a few other RTC age group winners on as they climbed the podium - making Richmond proud. It was exciting to be so close to hard earned success and accomplishment.

Reflecting over the race these past few days - I've recognized that while I was happy for the PR, I was actually more satisfied with the realization that maybe I am not quite as far behind for Placid. I have a way to go on my running, but there could be more base to help me out than I thought.

And to be honest, I think that confidence builder is what I needed most from White Lake.

Return to White Lake

The Barricudas and I arrived in White Lake late last night.

There is more to tell about our accommodations, but long story short, all is fine and we have a shorter walk to the lake and race site. We have a lovely porch and boat deck to enjoy the views of cypress trees and sunsets.

We swam for about a half hour today. Just as beautiful as I remembered. Somebody needs to create a 2 to 6 mile swim in this gorgeous body of water.

We drove the bike course. Just as flat (and sometimes boring) as I remembered. It is only one loop and I shouldn't get lost. Somebody should create a century ride on these roads.

I ran for a bit. This is a training race for me, so not much of a taper. Even in the low 70s it was hot. The run was not easy, but better than a few recent attempts. Race day should be even hotter than today - maybe warmer than I remembered. Somebody should create a half IM that starts at 4:00 pm and takes advantage of the shade and breezes of White Lake evenings.

We had a great carb loading meal tonight - of Barricuda BL's pasta, meat sauce and salad. Somebody should open a restaurant around here half as good.

I am content and happy. I may not be ideally ready for this race (this run), but am happy to be here - and looking forward to race day, starting with birds chirping nervously and ending with limbs cooling gratefully...

oh, and some half IM race in between.