Packing

Packing for a triathlon is normally a fairly large undertaking culminating with bags and bags of stuff for just an overnight race. Packing for an Ironman takes this task to a whole new level. I’m getting the lists ready – and hopefully will have enough suitcases. And room in Coach B’s SUV!

But I am also starting to pack mentally. I’ve been thinking about the song lyrics, strategies and memories to stash away and draw from on race day.

So, here is what is going in my virtual motivation gym bag. Today, we’ll focus on some tunes to form my IM soundtack.

Keep in mind, without my IPOD, I’ll only be able to sing (in my head - though I may clear the course if I start to sing aloud) the choruses or a few lines here or there (over and over).

Hoobastank’s “The Reason” -
I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you

I think because I heard it so much when struggling to just jog more than three miles a year ago, when the IMFL rumblings started to circulate among the TRIgirl crowd, this song reminds me of my decision to do an Ironman



Gene Autry's "Peter Cottontail" -
Oh, here come's Peter Cottontial
Hopping down the bunny trail

Always makes me smile, thinking of Coach G sharing that she thinks of this song while running. "Keep hands loose, touch fingers to thumb."



Moby’s “Natural Blues” -
Went down the hill,the other day
My soul got happy and stayed all day

For three or four months last winter, this was one of the tunes on either Coach B or Coach E’s IPOD (or maybe both) that became close friends during our indoor biking classes. “Level 10, stand up!”

Eminem’s “Loose Yourself” –
Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-
One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

Like a metronome, the beat to this song is perfect for reminding me to keep my turnover high and my feet light. The words are pretty invigorating, too.

Linkin Park’s “What I’ve Done” and Modest Mouse’s “Float On”– (two songs TRIgirl’s DL's husband added to our Eagleman DVD. Anytime I hear the songs I see parts of the video...

For what I’ve done
I start again
And whatever pain may come
Today this ends

The foreboding swim start waves with arms flailing

And we'll all float on alright
Already we'll all float on
Aliright don't worry even if things end up a bit to heavy
We'll all float on alright

and TRIgirl MJ in transition heading off to start her – with such bounce and energy in her stride.

U2’s “Beautiful Day”
It's a beautiful day

Don't let it get away
It's a beautiful day

This seems like one of the standards for triathlon races – and several Ironman media clips seem to play it as the racers are getting ready to start the day.

Please be a beautiful day in Panama City on November 3rd!

The Gift Basket

Supperclub - a time to gather with friends, sometimes just once a month, for the past sixish years.

They all have incredibly busy lives, full of kids, furkids, spouses, friends and work.

And tonight these fabulous, strong and amazing women gave me a gift basket full of their wishes for IMFL.

I peeked in to see their detailed research and support - the obscurities of the triathlon world, from tri stickers to cliff shot blocks to triple shot caffeine Gu. The thoughtful band aid blister packages I'll be putting in my special needs bags and the super soft, big, fluffy, fleecy Halloween socks that will comfort my feet after attempting 140 plus miles. The beautiful card depicting a cute blonde jogger (is that me? blush) drawn by the sweet daughter of one of our members.

And, oh yeah, the gift certificate for a massage - and the fabulous bottle of wine - for celebrating (crossing all fingers and toes) after the race. They all know me so well.

Then there is the "Swim, Bike, Run" bracelet I'll be wearing from now till my race ends on November 3rd.

How fortunate am I to have found such friends?

Incredibly lucky - and thankful!

THANK YOU!!!!

Zippidy Do Da...

Ironwoman Canada has lent me her Reynolds DF UL racing wheels for IMFL.

While, being a newbie, I am more familiar with the Zipps brand, these babies seem like a twin sister.

Assuming I haven't jinxed myself with a flat tire - they should add a little distance to my mph - or offer less effort for the same distance.

I am a bit nervous about using them. Patriot Sangria and I will be heading off this week to the bike store for one final outing to get the "I'm not worthy tires" mounted - and for a little tune-up.

While I feel quite honored to be able to borrow them, Patriot Sangria, on the other hand, is strutting about just thinking of her new accessories.

And Now, We Bring You…The Taper

Almost a year has gone by since sitting at the computer with butterflies in my stomach, waiting for my IMFL registration to go through.

Months have passed – so many incredible experiences and so many lessons learned – which may be good to reflect upon during blog entries over the next two weeks.

But right now, the taper is about ready to begin.

The IMFL athletes guide has been posted. Race numbers should be coming in the next few days.

I’ve ordered my nutrition for Florida – tried and true.

I’ve tested various training clothes to determine the best choices for each stage at IMFL. I’ll be completely changing for each leg of the race – being comfortable and dry will hopefully make up for the extra few minutes of dressing time. Still deciding on the bike vs. tri short option.

I’ve seen signs that indicate that I’m not too far off where I should be physically. Most of the last few workouts these past couple weeks have gone well. I’ve recovered from the super long weekend training sessions to feel pretty good during weekday workouts. I’m wishing there were a few more weeks of crazy distance bikes and runs.

And other than a generalized sense of “something big is on the horizon,” like Christmas when you were a kid, I am not overly anxious or panicking, too much...

Not yet.

Eastern Shore IMFL Camp

Take 10 TRIgirls, 5 coaches, a few brave spouses and several patient kids.
Add 3 days and 2 nights.
Throw in 2 open water swims and 100 plus miles of biking.
Top it off with amazing meals and great company.
What do you get?

The best ever IMFL training camp experience!

About a month or so ago, TRIgirls KB and SS mentioned the idea of an Eastern Shore training weekend. I jumped at the chance - and am so happy and grateful I did. Especially because, since then, all the IMFL folks - coaches and teammates - joined in, too.

So, on Friday, after one last work obligation, I drove my car, packed with sports clothes, Gatorade, snacks, wetsuit, sports bars, some (ahem) wine - and Patriot Sangria tied as best could be on the back of my Accord, to meet everyone at Kiptopeke State Park.

The state park cabin was beautiful - lovely, clean and surrounded by quiet scenery. I straggled in about the same time as TRIgirls LD, SL and SK to meet up with Coach BB and host SS. We unpacked our bags as TRIgirl AM arrived. Just in time - as we decided to test out the Eastern Shore waters.

And, as suspected, salty water makes a difference. You float more. And you do have to get used to some different side effects. For me - the clearer water made me a little dizzy. The salt made my lips swell. We did a lap or two parallel to the shore before heading back to the cabin to meet the rest of our training buddies - TRIgirls KB, DL, CH and Coach ERC and his wife. The long car ride and short swim made us hungry. TRIgirls CD and SK came to the rescue with our meal - we chowed down on lasagna, salad, garlic bread (and some wine to wash it down). Sitting around the fireplace, we played a "password" game for an hour or so - which included many laughs about game rules and pygmies (don't ask).

Then it was time for bed. TRIgirl CH found cryptic messages in the paper for our anticipated workout - including "Hamlin proposes plan B" and a pygmy picture (?). She also had TRIgirl DL and I laughing hysterically at the idea of a clear wetsuit - and all the implications - from fat rolls to speedos.

Life was good as we drifted off to sleep with the cabin window open to fresh Eastern Shore air.

Grateful for a few extra snoozing hours compared to many Saturday training workouts, the house started to wake around 7:00 AM, as bike tires were pumped and water bottles were prepared with complicated carbohydrate and protein formula mixtures.

We all headed off on a gorgeous and cool fall day - a 100 mile bike ride in the plans. We rode together for the first few miles. Whoo hoo, yes, flat roads as promised - and yes, the sun was starting to warm our cold bones.

After awhile, we started to break off into groups. I found myself with the "big kids" - coaches ERC, BB, SS and awesome TRIgirl bicyclists, CD, KB and SK. I decided to hang on as long as I could with my heroes - whether it was 5 or 50 miles. Drafting off Coach ERC was key - his 6' plus frame was a wonderful sail for me. I've tried drafting in the past - but never really "got it" until this weekend. I worked hard - but quietly cruised along, like a measly, grateful barnacle.

And 20, 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, 80 miles went by. I did my best to keep up - and I'm pretty sure my riding mates took a little pity on me now and then - by slowing down to help me stay with them when I started to tire. Lately, since Patriot Sangria came into my life, my pace is about 16-18 mph - depending on the conditions and distance. This weekend, thanks to lots of successful drafting off my generous riding mates, I was hitting 19-20 mph. And a couple of times, the pace hit 22-23 miles per hour.

Between miles 80 and 90, I started to grow weary - physically and mentally. The wind seemed to pick-up. I was just about done working hard to keep up and I fell back. I stopped to refuel. Then, after a few more miles, I saw my biking heroes ahead. We had about 10 more miles left. They had waited for me and I decide to thank them by trying a little harder to keep up during the last few miles. I am pretty sure they slowed down, too - but we finished together - before Coach BB headed out for a bunch more miles to check on the rest of the riders.

I swear, getting off the bike, to lay on the concrete walk with the strong sun rays hitting my tired body, felt GREAT.

The rest of the evening included lots of yummy food (thanks to Grillmaster Coach BB), good wine, fun conversation and interesting Kona watching - until I decided to crawl into my bed around midnight.

The next morning, enticing breakfast smells (and TRIgirl CH climbing down from the top of the bunk beds we shared) woke me up. Bacon, incredible French toast (thanks to TRIgirl CD's recipe and preparations) and lots of fresh fruit were on the menu. We shared a wonderful breakfast before heading out again for another open water swim.

More TRIgirls and coaches were in tow (no pun intended) this time as we swam from a docked boat to Coach ERC's kayak to shore a bunch of times. TRIgirl SK and Coaches BB and SS gave me a few examples of what to expect in Panama City as they practically swam over me.

We finished the swim, took outdoor showers and started on the two hour drive back home.

A bunch of workouts to be happy and proud of - in our IMFL back pockets.

What an incredible weekend!

Happiness Is...

• A day off from workouts.
• Spending time with my furkids roughhousing and playing catch.
• A call with my parents long overdue.
• A husband who grocery shops for the snacks and the nutrition I'll be needing for the long training weekend ahead on the Eastern shore (thanks to the coordination of TRIgirls SS and KB).
• My bags already packed for the weekend's open water swim and long bike ride.
• Knowing that I'll be spending the weekend with fabulous, fun and motivating TRIgirl friends and training buddies as we swim and bike the Eastern shore, watch the Kona World Championships on our laptops and eat lots of food and even drink some (or lots) of wine.

So Maybe I am NOT a Trail Runner

A few weeks ago, TRIgirl CD suggested we do the BB&T Scholarship 30K to meet our 20 mile run training scheduled for this weekend. Shaded course, water stops, being with the TRIgirls - sounded like a good plan.

So yesterday began with waking up at 5:30 to pick-up TRIgirl DL to drive over to Pocahontas State Park. The race venue was small - maybe 200 runners split up between the 10K, 20K and 30K distances. No race chips.

While Fall gave us a tease a few weeks ago, it has been an Indian Summer lately. The leaves have hardly changed and temperatures have floated around the 90 degree mark for the past week or so during the day. And it has been unseasonably humid.

With my "fly by the seat of my pants" approach to keep up the best I can with life given these last few IM training weeks, I had pretty much forgotten the 30K was a trail run.

So, off we went. Given the 7:00 am start - it was cool - temperature wise - but so humid I felt like I was running through a cool mist. My legs were not at all fresh from packing in extra bike miles from missing the previous week's 90 mile bike to do Naylor's and which included some speed work within those extra miles. We ran through the parking lot and then begin to hit "the trail" - the course consisted for three 6.3 mile loops - with maybe about 3/4 mile of each loop on a paved surface.

I quickly learned that maybe my first trail run shouldn't have been one that would be 19 miles (the course was long). Uphill, downhill, over roots, under hanging trees, over rocks, through wet grass, uphill, downhill, over bridges, turning switchbacks. I often thought to myself, I would love this trail, if I was walking with my dogs wearing hiking shoes on a cool, crisp Fall day.

But I wasn't, I was jogging in ridiculous humidity with my Newtons. Their open mesh tops became a haven for rocks and sand which had be be emptied out several times during the run.

I was tense. I couldn't really hit a decent pace except for the mile or two of sandy flats along each loop. I was always on the alert for large rocks and roots. I was less comfortable on the downhills than the uphills since I felt the need to lean back and put on the brakes to do my best to prevent a fall or twisted ankle. For most of the first loop, I ran with TRIgirl CH - it was great to spend some time with her.

It was tempting to just stop after the first loop. I imagined finding the nice paved road that lead into the park and run it a bunch of times to hit the mileage. But, I didn't - and it was on to loop two. After watching runners on the first loop, I realized that I could walk up the hills almost as fast as I could jog them - and felt stronger at the crest. It was encouraging to see all the TRIgirl pink along the race course as I crossed paths with TRIgirls KB, SL, TB, SK (well, at the start line), CD, SD, LD, SS, AM, MW, AF, CH, DL, MW, KB and KFG - and several TRIboys - BB, DD, RE, SS and DG.

The sun came out during the second loop. The cool mist was replaced with warm steam. Thank goodness 90% of the course was shaded. The aid stations were about 1.5 miles apart, so I had to play with my Gu intake. Instead of a half gu every other aid station (normally 2 miles), I ended up doing a half to a full Gu every aid station. Given that each mile was taking me quite a bit longer - this became a good plan.

My shoulders and back were getting tired from being so tense. I'd occasionally stop and try to breathe and twist out the anxiety. The second loop was coming to an end and I heard TRIgirl TB cheering me in. OK, I thought to myself. I can do one more loop.

The third loop rewarded me with more familiarity with trail running and the course. I started to feel a bit more comfortable - and was able to take off several minutes from my first two loops. I finished the 19 miles in 4:04.

I was so happy to be done with the distance - and even more relieved to be off the trails without a broken bone.

I'm pretty sure my time could have been faster for the distance, but I recognized that this training race was a better overall workout. And while physically the miles took longer - mentally they went by more quickly - between having to be aware of my environment to the aid stations to the pretty course.

I don't think I'll venture out anytime soon on another 30K trail run - but would love to get some experience with a few 5 or 10Ks in the future. Though I'll still always appreciate the BB&T - for its shady course, water stops - and being with the TRIgirls!

Naylor's Glamour Shots

Ah, the Brightroom email arrived today with the link to my pictures from Naylor's.

Bike photo 1 - little blurry.
Bike photo 2 - not bad.
Bike photo 3 - similar to the previous.
Run photo 1 - that isn't me.
Run photo 2 - must be another mix-up.
Run photo 3 - well that one, that one looks like me.

Seriously, I looked at run photos 1 and 2 for a few minutes trying to figure out which other TRIgirl was pictured. I actually saved them to my desktop, opened PhotoShop, zoomed in - and still a bit incredulous, realized they were me.

I am not trying to be self-deprecating. These photos are like Glamour Shots of the triathlon world, where everything works out perfectly. The lighting, the shadows, the angles, the moment in time.

Here is photo 3 - the way I am used to seeing myself for race running photos.




















And here are my Glamour Shots. Maybe if I only save these, I'll forget in a few years that they weren't quite reality.

No One

It hit me the past few days.

I've heard the stories. I've read the blogs. A recent post by Tea really pointed it out.

The many triathletes or runners who have been told by others that they may not reach their goals.

And I realized, one again, how lucky I am.

The chubby grammar school kid occasionally excused from gym class due to asthma who wanted to ride bikes with the neighborhood kids. The pre-teen non-athlete who had kind friends when picking teams during those challenging adolescent years. The girl with just a smidge of dancing background, spending weeks practicing kicks and splits for the high school kickline squad try-outs.

No one ever told me "You can't."

No one.

I was occasionally made fun of. Which may have lead to feeling a bit embarrassed about how slow I was.

But no one ever said "You shouldn't."

I occasionally surprised everyone, mostly myself. I made that kickline squad and became the captain three years later.

And now, as this woman approaching middle age who signed up for some ridiculous sounding race.

No one has said "You'll never."

Over the past year, I've shared my IM goal with friends and family. Along the journey, a tiny few have mentioned their concerns (is the human body made to do this, why would you want to?). But mostly, they've been incredibly supportive. They've checked in on my training and progress. They've cheered my accomplishments, no matter how small.

They've never said "You can't."

They've never said "You shouldn't."

They've never said "You'll never."

I am so fortunate - and so grateful - for their support.

Naylor's Beach - Race Report

To be honest, I really wasn't looking forward to this race.

Between work and travel, which has been exhausting and crazy these past two weeks, and fighting a little cold, I just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep - and pretend that I wasn't doing an Ironman in five weeks.

Best intentions had me thinking I'd be able to workout while in Alabama - maybe meet Tri-blogger Beth. I was so overwhelmed with the packed schedule, I couldn't even email her to thank her for the offer and to say it just didn't seem doable this time around. Plus, because of all the missed training, I squeezed in two two-ish hour workouts on Friday and Saturday to make up for not exercising while out of town. I was not exactly well rested for today's race.

Then there were the self-doubts - I ended the Patriot Half on a good note - did I want to risk a lackluster performance that would damper my mental spirit for IMFL?

I reminded myself, this was a training race - a great chance to practice an open water swim and nutrition. Plus TRIgirl BL had offered her friend's river home to TRIgirl DL and me, about 20 minutes from the race, to crash at the night before. I wanted to be with them and several other TRIgirls who had registered for the Olympic distance Naylor's.

We had a great pre-race eve on Saturday night. TRIgirl BL's friend's house was very cool - right on the river. We cruised around the beautiful nearby waterways on his boat, during a gorgeous sunset. We had a fabulous pre-race meal, interesting conversation - and maybe a drop or two more wine than was ideal. I felt like a lucky girl when hitting the sack to the chirping of crickets and the otherwise quiet of the county.

Lots of fog in the morning caused a one hour delay. Which was actually good for my stomach - and the stomachs of several other racers who became familiar faces and friends during the numerous bathroom (yes, bathroom, not port-o-potties!) stops.

While in transition, waiting for the race to start, I heard a few folks call me over. They asked if I had a blog. If I am doing an IM. Actually recognized the TRIgirl gear and the number 40 on my leg. Mentioned the "Why do I do this" post and my recent trips. I was so honored to know they were readers. My day was brightening though the fog was not!

I was in a state of disbelief when the officials decided to start the race. The water was very calm, but there was still a heavy mist and I could hardly see the first buoy. I relied on the swimmers around me until the first turnaround - when the sun came out - and was smack in my eyes. But the current was with us and the straightaway passed by fairly quickly. TRIgirl MS was out on the river watching us in her kayak - as was her man in purple (kayak and attire) - which reassured me. Settling into a groove, I thought about the form tips Ironwoman Canada taught me. After the second turnaround - I panicked a bit - it felt like Patriot's, I couldn't see the orange buoys. But, I found a few arms and caps - and followed their lead. After a bit, I saw the finish line yellow buoys - and sighted on them until I exited the water. Overall swim was 38:30 - about four and a half minutes faster than last year.

The weather for the bike and run was awesome. Clear, sunny, dry - not too hot. The first few miles felt slow. Might have been a headwind or my weary legs after the last two days of workouts. I had to walk one nasty hill on the dreaded Scates Road. And I had to stop to refuel as the straw flew off the second compartment of my Podiumquest and I ran out of liquid (I am not coordinated enough for the grab and go). The second half of the course went a little better. I think I came close to holding my own on the bike in terms of passing/being passed. I did well with nutrition overall - probably 450 calories. I don't have the exact split for my bike last year, but this year's was 1:32 - I'd guess about five minutes faster than last year.

The run - my legs felt tired for the first two miles before they adjusted. A 1/2 gu every other mile worked perfectly between water dumps and drinks at the aid stations. I felt I was moving at a good pace - and was very thankful for the weather - there was direct sun, but overall, it was a beautiful Virginia fall day. I even was able to take it up a notch in the end to pass a girl who had been right with me from the beginning of the bike. Run time was 1:03, which, as TRIgirl DL thoughtfully reminded me, is almost my best 10K time. About 8 minutes faster than last year.

Crossing the finish line, I felt strong and fast (for me). I heard TRIgirl CH cheer me in and thought about our awesome finish the year before. Volunteer TRIgirls MS, LD, CH and Coach G were also cheerleaders with the TRIgirls who were already done. Coach G came over and said I had a great race - and I bumbled, in my post exertion drunken state, "Yes, I did have a great race."

Overall time - 3:19:50. Last year was 3:37:24. Placement in my age group was better, too.

I cheered in several other TRIgirls. And watched as four TRIgirls accepted age group awards - yeah - the rocking TRIgirls ML, KC, KO, BL (and Ironboy JW). All that pink on the podium made us all proud.

I watched a few TRIgirls complete very tough races - overcoming lots of obstacles - to finish with grace that was pure inspiration. Awesome job, Beebs and TRIgirl DL.

And now, as I am about to head off to bed, I am so happy I pushed myself to race this race I didn't want to race - grateful for the pride and respect of the day's accomplishments - my fellow racers' - and my own.

A Too Full Week

Oh boy, it has been a full week since I last posted. To be honest, it feels more like three.

Since last Sunday I've:

• Spent two days in DC for work
• Spent two days in Vegas for work
• Probably worked the equivalent of at least two more days
• Prepared my part of a panel presentation for next week
• Celebrated Fezzy's first birthday
• Acted as host for my bimonthly book club (which included desperately trying to finish the book up until the moment the first guest arrived)
• Took my bike in for tweaks from last week's bike fitting
• Had my hair done (to the relief of anyone subjected to my roots the past few weeks)
• And oh, tried to fit in training for an Ironman - knowing it is critical to get in the intense workouts scheduled

To top it all off, I leave on Tuesday for another work conference in Mobile, Alabama (yes, I know it is hurricane season). So this week is not looking to be much better.

Basically, I've been running around trying to fit in way too many chores, errands and work related tasks. And those are for the ones I've planned, which didn't include a few little surprises, like plane reschedulings and attending a few additional conference events. Too much packed into too little time, leaving me feeling like I am not able to give anything the attention deserved. Since last Sunday, I've squeezed in about 85% of my training. Next week's schedule has been adjusted, too.

I think things will settle down once I get through this week. I'm hoping.

Why Do I Do This?

Saturday morning, the alarm rings too soon - 5:15 in the morning. There is no padding with the time set, as I need to meet a bunch of TRIgirls at 6:00 at a Wal-Mart parking lot about 20 minutes away. I sigh, get out of bed, and have my first "Why do I do this?" moment of the day.

Moving quickly, I dress, grab my bags and cooler packed for the day's training. I load up the car, driving in the still darkness. Trying to fight the sleepy feeling that wants to win so badly - I grumble to myself - why do I do this?

At Wal-Mart, many TRIgirls are congregating. I start to feel a little better, but envy TRIgirl KO's ability to fit in time to make a cup of coffee. After Coach G and Coach B arrive, the caravan heads off to Naylor's Beach - for an open water swim practice and trial bike for the Olympic race on September 30th. Which will be the warm-up for the day's goal of a 90 mile bike ride. It is going to be a long day.

We pull into Naylor's Beach an hour or so later. The air is chillier than back home - so I am happy to have the new TRIgirl hoodie sweatshirt that Coach G hands over to me. While preparing our bikes, I hear a few TRIgirls echoing my same thought - "Why do we do this?"

As the coaches set up the swim course with Ironman JW (big thanks to him and his family for coming out on their boat to set up the course and watch us) - which turns out to be a little less than 1/2 the distance than the race swim - we put on our wetsuits and wait. The skies that just saw a sunrise begin to darken again. A morning storm is predicted and seems to be looming right over the Rappahannock River. And the river confirms, with choppy waves and even a few whitecaps. Several more "Why do I do this" type of comments can be heard.

Then it is time to start swimming. The water is warm; the the first leg is rough. Waves slap me in the face when I try to sight. I get to the first makeshift buoy and begin to turn around. TRIgirl MS, who has kindly volunteered her time to kayak to also watch over us (another big thank you!) calls out my name and points to an orange flag quite bit further out. Oh. Grrrrr. "Why do I do this?"

As I battle the water to get to the orange flag, I realize that I am more relaxed with swimming through the choppiness.

I do this because it makes me overcome my fears.

After the first turn, we are moving more with the current - and the swim becomes enjoyable. I pull up on the beach with the first wave of TRIgirls coming in - and we watch the rest of the group. They are finishing strong and come out of the water with smiles.

I do this because I have the honor of being a part of a great group of women that makes sharing the challenges, pains, nerves and accomplishments all the more special.

The skies begin to lighten again as we head off on the bike. I'm wearing a sleeveless shirt and tell myself that I won't be so cold once we start moving. We ride the Naylor's course - and I remember quite a bit of it from last year. Other than one long climb I despise - and still can't ride up all the way - the course has many pretty spots. Tree lined quiet streets, rolling hills, water views.

I do this to be outside and enjoy nature.

Per our coaches' directions, I am not pushing too hard on the bike. We have another 64 miles to do after Naylor's. I finish in the back of the first wave of cyclists and begin loading my bike on the car - the IMFL folks will be heading back to Ironman JW's neck of the woods - the lovely Route 14. I am a little jealous of the girls packing up to go home - their workout is finished for the day. Another "Why do I do this?" tries to sneak in, but there isn't enough time to dwell on it - we are on the road again.

The sun grows stronger, drying up the humidity as we start on Route 14, dappling the streets with shadows. I feel so strong as we start the first "out and back" - only to later learn how much of that was because the wind was with me. Yes, we'd be facing major wind on both of the 17ish miles that make up the back loop.

Everyone finds their own pace - though occasionally we catch up at a turn around to refuel and can ride together for a little while. Ironman JW, Coach B and TRIgirls KB and SK do a few extra miles, being the overachievers of the group. At one point Ironman JW rides with me before passing me again - and tell me he thinks I win the award for most improved cyclist. Coach G had also commented during the ride how impressed she was with my improvement. While I know a big part of it is Patriot Sangria, part may actually be me, too.

I do this because it gives me something to work on to improve myself (quite a few things, actually!).

The ride is long. I dread the last stretch into the wind. My legs don't feel that bad, but my shoulders and neck are very uncomfortable. My butt can't wait to get off the bike seat. I am tense and stressed from dealing with the gusts. TRIgirl KB takes pity on me and lets me draft off her for awhile. She is so fast and I know I am holding her back. I tell her to go ahead, but she says the company is nice - talking makes the miles go by more quickly. Soon we just have a "West Creek loop" remaining.

I do this because it reminds me I am stronger than I think I am.

Ironman JW's house is in sight. I end up doing somewhere around 95-96 miles - 5 hours and 45 minutes riding time. (I took a nice little 20-25 minute break for lunch at the country store - only to find out, the riders I'd been waiting for had turned around a few miles earlier to try to hit 90 exactly). I get off my bike, and though I can't picture running a marathon, my legs feel strong enough to run a few miles anyway. The overachievers and several other TRIgirls are pulling in, too. For many of us, we've just finished another distance PR.

I do this because of the sense of accomplishment with hitting new goals.

And like so many other triathletes have said.

I do this because I can.

Patriot Half - Race Report

This race report has been challenging to blog about.

Not because it was bad or good, or new or different, but because there are several loosely related significances about it. I can't really form a theme. Though if I had to pick one - it would be - how this race helped me prepare for IMFL. And, you know what, I think that is what it was supposed to do.

I took a vacation day on Friday. After working a couple of hours from home, I packed up the car and headed to Williamsburg. On the road, I spoke to TRIgirl DL, who was way too sick to race - we were going to miss her! First stop was packet pick-up, then onto the pre-race swim clinic. As I waited on the tiny beach for the session to begin, I ran into a few TRIgirls. The clinic itself was great - very helpful for newer swimmers - though not what I really wanted - which was an opportunity to check out the swim course. After practicing a few strokes in the shallow, mild current, with water quality that "just passed the USAT swim requirements," I ran into TRIgirls TD and M who were pitching a cool TRIgirl tent, then I headed off to meet TRIgirls CH and AM for a pre-race dinner at Chili's.

Before dinner, I had prepared for the next day's race, from equipment to nutrition to what I would be wearing. So, after the pre-race meal, I was able to crawl into bed and cross my fingers for sleep.

And unlike the night before Eagleman, I slept, probably a good 6-7 hours.

And unlike Eagleman, I woke up feeling like a significant training session awaited me - versus feeling sick and nervous. A funny list of "what we could do instead of racing" from TRIgirls CH and AM stuck under my door continued to lighten my mood - with big hearty belly laughs at the suggestions that ranged from shopping - to - well - uhm - things that would make this post R-rated.

And I ate more than before Eagleman. Two crustables, a mini bagel, 1/2 smoothie and one banana.

Then I met up with TRIgirls CH and AM to head off for the race. We cut the arrival to the site a little close, but when all was said and done, we were ready when the transition area closed. On the tiny beach before the swim start, I was waiting for the panic to set in, but it never really did. In the last wave, I headed into the murky James River - and then - we were off.

The water was shallow, so I tried a few dolphin dives. They were fun, but also increased my heart rate a bit - so I started swimming as soon as I could. The current was quiet. The first turn buoy came more quickly than I expected. I settled into a rhythm, practicing a few of my latest Guppy lesson form techniques. All was good until the last turn around. A couple of hundred meters past the buoy, I looked up and had no idea where I was in relation to the course. Coach G popped up around the same time - and we tried to figure it out. Between spotting swimmers and a few boats ahead, we thought we knew where to go. And we swam, and we swam. Until a volunteer on one of the boats called out to us and said "You are way off course - about 200 meters" in the opposite direction and upstream. We still couldn't really see where we were supposed to be, but Coach G and I swam and eventually found the exit. Together, we walked out of the water and up the long path to our bikes. It was great to have Coach G's company, through the confusing last swim leg to the bike start. But, I am guessing, we added about 1/4 mile to the swim. Which turned out to be about 43 minutes - and while not great for a 1.2 mile half IM swim (Eagleman was around 40), not at all bad for a 1.4-1.5 mile swim! (Why I didn't remove my swim cap on the 1/2 mile transition run, I don't know!)

Since this was a "training race" I did not rush the transitions - and my very long times can prove it. In T1, I tried to wipe my feet clean of all debris and headed off on the bike. My main goal was to really focus on getting calories into my body while not losing too much pace. The bike went well. I took in about 750 calories compared with the 300-400 at Eagleman. And, surprisingly, my pace was better, even given a couple of challenging Patriot hills. My Eagleman time for 56 miles was around 3:17, while my Patriot time for 58 miles (according to the race director and mile markers) was 3:16 (thank you, Patriot Sangria!). But, a few miles into the bike, my left foot started to feel uncomfortable - like a big blister forming on my big toe. I didn't really know what was going on. Toward the end of the bike, I knew I'd have to check out my foot. If there was a big raw blister, I'd have a tough decision to make. Finish the race or risk losing a few days/week of training time.

So, back in transition, I stripped off my shoes and socks. No blister, just some yellowish grooves in my foot. Nothing scary enough to make me stop racing. I tied my sneakers and headed out for the run. After the first mile or so, the foot discomfort disappeared. Also, surprisingly, my legs felt much stronger than they had when starting the run at Eagleman. The heat was quite a distraction. 91 degrees, full sun, heat index of 95. Coach G and TRIgirl SL passed me around mile 5 - and I was so grateful for their encouraging words. Soon thereafter, the course led into a few, much appreciated miles of shady patches. I ran into many TRIgirls and two Guppies during this stretch. And since this was a "training race," I even stopped a few times to see how folks were doing.

Like Eagleman, I walked the water stops. I tried flat Cola every 2-3 stops and think it helped. I alternated half a Gu with the Cola to take in calories. I dumped lots of water on my head. I packed my sports bra with ice and placed ice cubes in my hands when the heat was making me light headed. The miles passed by. Finally the finish was in sight. Wonderful TRIgirl sherpa cheers of encouragement were in earshot. God, I love these women.

I made it through the run, 3 minutes slower than Eagleman. Overall race time (not including some penalty I have not idea how I got) was about 9 minutes longer. Somewhat comparable considering the extra swim, bike and T1 time. Especially considering the heat. 6:49 without the penalty.

I finished the race feeling more hot than tired. A few TRIgirl sherpas confirmed by saying they noticed how much stronger my Patriot finish was than Eagleman. I still couldn't imagine doubling the half IM (two half IMs do not equal a whole), but recognized how much stronger and less tired my body felt after the Patriot from Eagleman. I peeled off my socks to see that several inch long gashes, similar to very deep paper cuts, had caused the foot problems and were starting to open up. I am guessing they occurred during the swim, after hitting some rocks before exiting the water. Nothing a few days of rest won't heal.

I watched several other TRIgirls cross the finish line - and was able to see TRIgirl LS receive her award for 1st place in her age group - with like a 5:30 time (amazing!). After a fabulous post race massage - TRIgirls CH, AM and I headed back to our hotel to get ready for a big post race dinner at Opus 9 (a decadent and fun meal that surpassed every hope we had for it while getting through the tough Patriot moments).

Today (Sunday), I woke to just a little soreness in my legs, further proof that my body is more trained for the longer distances ahead. TRIgirls CH, AM and I headed out to watch several TRIgirls rock the Patriot Sprint - and they did GREAT!

Another notch on the IMFL journey race belt. Things are continuing to come together as I do the best I can to hopefully cross that finish line in November.

Oh, My Ear!

There was a little detail I forgot to mention about this Sunday's and Monday's swims. My right ear really wasn't very happy during them.

Sunday, I woke up with some mild pain in my ear. I waited a few hours to start my swim - and decided to forgo my amusing efforts at flip-turns. My ear felt better after the 2.5 miles and I was able to completely forget about it during my neighborhood Labor Day food and wine extravaganza.

Monday morning, my ear was still uncomfortable, but wasn't hurting. At the guppy swim, I spent a lot of time doing a pathetic Carol Burnett - and opening and closing my jaw really wide to keep my ear popping and clear.

By Monday night, all symptoms seemed to disappear. Yesterday - nothing.

This morning, I had a short lesson with Ironwoman Canada. Everything went well - all seemed fine. She told me to skip the Masters swim scheduled for the evening. Which seemed like a gift until about 4:00 pm today - when my right ear started throbbing again. And then the directive was more a relief.

So, my guess is there is something going on with my ear (Brilliant, huh?). Based upon previous experiences, probably some type of wax build up. (Lovely, huh?) But given the same previous experiences - and my lack of enthusiasm for going to the doctor - I am going to wait until after Patriot to address - as the whole wax removing process was a mess the last time I tried it myself.

In the meantime I am chewing and contorting as much as possible to pop away the discomfort. So far, so good.

Two Landmark 80s this Weekend

Training is about to be kicked up a notch heading into September and October. This weekend saw two distance PRs.

It started Saturday, with an 80 mile bike ride led by Coach B and Ironman JW - through JW's picturesque and minimally traveled backroads (Route 14). After the last few long, lonely rides, I really appreciated the company of Coach G and TRIgirls KB, SS, SK, SQ, and DL. We hit two challenging, but reasonable, hills four times on the out and back, then out and back again. We also hit a great little country store for an icy snack. Then we were hit during the last 15 miles with a worsening, stressful crosswind that had me holding onto the handlebars for dear life - not a whole lot of aero position. The ride finished with a relaxing and recouperating dip in JW's gorgeous pool. Nutrition wasn't bad for the first 2/3 of the ride - but basically came to a halt when battling the wind. 4:35 riding time. 1000 - 1100 calories.

Swimming followed on Sunday. 2.5 miles makes for a great counting exercise as well - 80 laps! The pool water felt great and surprisingly the laps didn't grow as tedious as I'd anticipated. 1:35 minutes of swimming time.

Best part - I feel great today - the Guppy swim and short run actually seemed to help with finishing up the muscle recovery from the past two days. Keeping my fingers crossed to feel half this good with some of the other mega workouts coming up in the next few weeks.

That Little Half IM Coming Up

If you would have told me before Eagleman that there would be a time when I wouldn't be as freaked out before a half IM as I was last May-June, I don't think I'd have believed you.

The truth of the matter is, I've been so focused on logging training hours lately, I haven't paid much attention to the impending Patriot Half - coming up in less than two weeks.

My logical self reminds me that I shouldn't worry about my race time. But little twinges of "I know I shouldn't be thinking this, but how cool would it be to beat my Eagleman time" thoughts start to creep in. Even though I know we ended up with very good race conditions for Eagleman. Even though we are not tapering for the Patriot - it is supposed to be a training exercise. Even though I understand there are more important goals for this race that I need to address - primarily nutrition.

Yes, that plaguing issue - nutrition. I survived Eagleman without hitting my nutrition targets. Working on my calorie consumption has been a priority for the past few weeks. I actually had an hour and a half workout where I almost achieved the 300 calories per hour goal. Now I just need to do that for - oh about 4-5 times longer - for the Patriot.

As Coach G and I discussed last weekend during a bunch of loops at West Creek, with any race, there are factors outside your control - no matter how well trained you are. You can't change a hurricane, an injury, a series of flat tires - or even panicking from a wetsuit that makes you feel like you are drowning. You have to go into the race willing to give it your best, but accepting that your well laid plans, detailed lists and months of preparation can be shot to the wind - leaving you kicking yourself for the "what ifs" and "I could have done betters."

So, on September 8th - in between the race jitters and nerves and doubts - I'll need to put it all in perspective. Practicing a nutrition plan, working through the bike gearing on hills and adding hours to my endurance base - the real tests for this race. Whether I beat my Eagleman time or not does not measure my success of failure as a triathlete, a half IM participant - or my ability to survive IMFL.

The Best Thing Since...

A few weeks ago, I was sitting with the Guppies and Ironwoman Canada during a post-work out Einstein bagel breakfast. We were talking about (surprise) triathlons, races, race equipment, etc. At one point I said, "They should have an aero water bottle with two compartments - one for water and one for sports drinks." Ironwoman Canada said "They do." And Coach B said "I saw them at Eagleman."

So, a couple days later, I googled around to see if I could find such a wonderous contraption. Lo and behold, these two compartment bottles exist. So while my million dollar idea was already taken - and though the price seemed a little steep for a water bottle, I figured it would be worth it to double my readily available liquid - and free up my bottle rack (the sip away system uses the bottle in the bottle rack). Thereby, tripling the fluid I can carry.

Most of the reviews were positive - so I placed my order for the "Revolution Hydration System:"

http://www.podiumquest.com/drinksystem.php

After using it for three bike rides, including this Saturday's wonderful ride with TriDi, TRIgirl Patty and honorary TRIboys Richard and Kermitt (totally requiring major hydration given the ridiculous heat and humidity), I give the Revolution Hydration System a big thumbs up. Fairly simple to mount and remove. Excellent access to two types of fluids. Easy to refill during a ride. Minimal spillage.

Now, why didn't I think of that - like three years ago?

Surreal Bike World

This past Saturday, I took advantage of the cooler weather and hit the road for a long bike ride. The 68 miles I pedalled was a deviation from our training schedule, but with many TRIgirls competing in various races or on vacation, offered the opportunity to ride by myself - to gain some experience riding long - alone - and to focus on playing with my nutrition.

I have to say, riding by myself is helping to gradually boost my confidence - the clipping in and out, the unnerving proximity to macho trucks trailing boats, the heightened awareness of the surrounding environment. While all these factors make the rides more stressful - and tire me mentally - I am hoping they are also fostering skills that will eventually help me develop into a stronger cyclist. But I am also thrilled and relieved that next week's 75 miler will be led by Coach B and will include many TRIgirls!

Nutrition continues to be a struggle. From what I've heard and read, I should be aiming to consume 300 calories per hour during longer training sessions. Part of my problem this weekend was that I only packed half my snacks thinking I'd do two loops and make a pit stop at my car. Instead, I was feeling brave and ventured further than I intended to make one long out and back. Another part of the problem was that the shot bloks just started to taste too sickly sweet - so I didn't even finish what I'd stuffed into my Bento box. The final part of the problem was not even thinking of buying more food during a stop at a country store. Why? No idea - didn't even consider the option until I was driving home and practically smacked myself in the head when I realized I could have purchased food along with water and Gatorade. Doh. Overall, I probably took in about 500 of the 1200 calories I should have. Coach B and Ironwoman Canada have been on me about my training calories - I've really got to nail this down better over the next few weeks.

So, anyway, though I felt fine, I started to wonder if I was hallucinating as I finished up the last few miles. Something skinny and very tall was riding toward me. Wow, must be a giant bicyclist. As our paths crossed, I saw it was an unusual tandem bicycle, with the front rider on some type of double-decker construction. A couple of cyclists on regular road bikes followed behind and gave me a big sh** eating grin.

Interesting.

I chalked it up to a few friends goofing off until a few miles later when several more of these freaky tall contraptions rode by me. As I loaded Patriot Sangria onto my car, my eyes started blinking as I saw the other end of the spectrum - several full grown adults riding bicycles that looked too small for a five year old.

I later Googled to find these pictures of similar "tall bikes" but couldn't track down anything about the tiny bikes. And I still haven't been able to find out what kind of out of the ordinary bike event took place in Richmond last weekend.

Then I chuckled to myself picturing what it would be like to run into one of these bikes at triathlon. Throw on aerobars for maybe even an Ironman!

Making Peace with my Metabolism

I used to be one of those people who would skip breakfast because I believed that eating in the morning geared up my salivary glands to crave more food the rest of the day.

I used to be one of those people who could literally go from dinner the previous day to dinner the next day without a bite of food – barely a hunger pain in sight – to save calories for indulging in a special meal.

An incident this week pointed out that this Ironman training may be slowly changing my body’s natural responses for food – or maybe I am just listening to it a bit more carefully.

Tuesday was my husband’s and my anniversary. We went out to one of our favorite restaurants for dinner. I ate the entire tuna sashimi appetizer (yum) and about 2/3 of my steak with asparagus, mushrooms, etc. dinner. Throw in two glasses of wine – and I was quite content and full.

Wednesday morning, I woke up early for a swim lesson and decided a Gatorade would be sufficient nutrition given the big meal from the day before. After the lesson, I rushed home, quickly showered and dressed to squeeze in some work before leaving for a meeting on the other side of town. In the hustle and bustle, I forgot to eat. By the time I arrived at the meeting, a few hunger pangs started to hit. By the end of the three hour meeting, my stomach felt very empty and ravenous. Since another meeting was on my calendar, I decided to head straight back to the office, grabbing lunch from one of the street vendors. It was after 1:45 when I parked my car and found somewhere to eat. I was actually starting to feel a little weak and light-headed while waiting on line to order a fruit smoothie and a sandwich. As soon as they handed me the smoothie, I started to wolf it down.

It had been awhile since I had expected my body to go more than twelve hours overnight without food, but I still thought I wouldn’t have a problem going back to those habits if needed - until this week left me wondering if the past few months of healthier eating patterns may have actually changed my metabolism. Even if I am still not the person who needs to eat every three or four hours in order to not feel grumpy or sick, my body seems to have formed new expectations for being fed.

Probably a good thing.

Tagged by Tri Jones

Tri Jones has tagged me - and now I am running to base!

Jobs I’ve Held
Bank Teller
Friendly’s Waitress
Credit Tele-Verifier
Office Assistant
Teacher’s Assistant
Special Education Teacher
Web Developer
Project Manager
Director of Marketing

Movies I Can Watch Over & Over
The Princess Bride
Gladiator
Rainman
A Christmas Story
Silence of the Lambs
Legends of the Fall
Good Will Hunting

My Guilty Pleasures
Wine (OK, not much guilt)
Chocolate Candy (Hmm, again, not a whole lot of guilt)
Massages (see above)

Places I Have Lived (in order)
Brooklyn, NY
Elmhurst, NY
Floral Park, NY
Floral Park – Queens, NY
Glen Allen, VA

Shows I Enjoy
Oprah
Apprentice (alas, no more)
Sopranos (another one gone)

Places I Have Been on Vacation
Poconos, PA
Walt Disney World, FL
Killington, VT (back in the “trying to ski” days)
Cape Cod, MA
Bar Harbor, ME
Outer Banks, VA
Rehobeth, DE
Asheville, NC
Maui, HA
Chicago, IL
Las Vegas, NV
Barbados
Bahamas
Bermuda

Favorite Foods
Filet Mignon
Rare Tuna
Fresh Mozzarella
Chocolate Candy (milk with ganache or hazelnut)
Berries
Fancy Cheeses
Crusty Bread
Cake Batter Ice Cream with a Mixin’

Websites I Visit Daily
Virginia.gov
Weather.com
Various Triathlon Blogs
TRIgirls’ Forum

Body Parts I Have Injured
Broke Left Pinkie
Broke Right Big Toe
Broke Left Foot Bones
Nasty Bruises

Awards You’ve Won
Town Soccer League– 1st Place (I had nothing to do with it)
A Couple of Awards in Elementary School for Reading, Math
A Couple of Blue Ribbons in 6th Grade Field Day Contests
Some Art Thing in High School
Some High School Graduation Award
Some Graduate School Department Award

Nicknames You’ve Been Called
Dee Dee
Little Princess
Nyarly
DB

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Triathlonmom
TriJinx
TriDi
TRIgirl Cyndi
TRIgirl SL

What is That?

What is that foreign entry in my training details?

Something that has not appeared since the end of March?

In utter desperation to procrastinate completing 10 half-mile repeats today, I actually lifted a dumbbell or two.

Will this be a freak occurrence or a regular addition to the workout routine?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Workout Snapshots

While it may seem that I've spent the last few weeks merely planning upcoming races and contemplating training goals, I actually managed to complete a few, uhm, challenging training sessions, too. Here are a few recent workout snapshots:

July 26 - Not quite, but almost, kicking and screaming, I've resigned myself to early morning workouts for some of our Tuesday/Thursday bricks. Because either I'll be too tired after work. Or I'll end up in a bind because of a thunderstorm. Or because a morning workout will allow me to actually partake in a social event or two. So, way too often, the alarm clock goes off around 5:15 am. On the schedule for this Thursday in July was a 45 minute bike and a 45 minute run at West Creek - by myself - and a perfect time to see if Patriot Sangria could help me beat previous 6 mile loop times. My best with Amarone was around 21 minutes. First lap - 19:50. Second lap - 19:35. Workout snapshot - "A somewhat stunned TRIgirl 40 staring at her Garmin."

July 28 - Ah, Saturday - meaning a long workout brick. This Saturday was HOT, Virginia hot and humid. TRIgirl KO and I decided to brave the 30 mile bike and 10 mile run together. Coach B lapped us for the upteenth time before riding along with us for a WC loop. We tried to bike harder so Coach B wasn't completely bored - while we picked his brain about form and nutrition tips. I thought to myself - cool, nice pace for that lap. Until we started the next one - and heard Coach B's challenge to take it up a notch. All that talking on the previous lap - not so much on this next one. That final lap was a great push and wore my legs out a bit more than usual for the 10 mile run ahead. Great practice for IMFL - when my legs will not be very fresh for the run. Coach B's push helped me understand what I should be striving for during a tempo bike - and that I can get through a long run (even if I need to walk occasionally) when I can't imagine that my legs will be capable of getting me past just a mile or two. Workout snapshot - "TRIgirl 40 toppling off her bike in the parking lot from being 'exercise drunk' as Devil Face so perfectly described."

August 1 - Gotta love Wednesdays because they are a swim day. With Ironwoman Canada back in town, I decided it was time for another private lesson. 7:00 am, we met and worked on my form. She videotaped my stroke - which showed my left arm having a "windmill" like motion vs. a nice relaxed elbow bend and extend. By the end of the lesson, my stroke was longer and stronger through focusing on more of a "catch up" action. I was excited for that evening's Masters swim class to practice what I learned. Except, when I got to Masters, I found myself struggling, exhausted, breathing heavily - and not having the productive swim I'd been looking forward to since the morning's lesson. My body rebelled with my first ever calf cramp while swimming. Workout snapshot - "Ironwoman Canada digging her fingers deep into TRIgirl 40's leg cramp."

August 4 - Another Saturday, this time a 30 mile bike, 12 mile run. I was so jealous of some of my TRIgirl buddies heading out for a 60 mile ride. The bike went fine - 30 miles in 1:41 minutes - and it didn't feel like a major push. Even the first 8 miles of the run were OK. Then the heat seemed to worsen. And I realized I miscalculated my route which ended up being closer to 13 miles. Workout snapshot 1 - "TRIgirl 40 has the best reason to take a slight break - a beautiful doe glides across the road and stops within yards of where TRIgirl 40 quietly watches." Workout snapshot 2 - "Lying in the parking lot as TRIgirl TB kindly offers a bandanna filled with ice to cool down a disgustingly sweaty TRIgirl 40."

August 6 - Guppy Swim. TRIgirl DL has joined Guppies - and since we both share an unusual first name - there are occasional funny situations where folks try to figure out how to address us. Ironwoman Canada helped me experience another "aha moment" when she pointed out that I was following through too far with my left arm - contributing to the windmill like motion we worked on the previous week. The cue of immediately bending my elbow when pulling out of the water made a big difference with understanding how to stop the windmilling. Workout snapshot - "TRIgirl 40 watching the clock for the end of five straight minutes of kicking."

August 7 - Another early morning bike/run with TRIgirl DL. Another ridiculously hot Virginia day. We were both thankful for waking up early to fit in the two hour workout before the predicted heat index of 105 degrees kicked in. We biked along at a good pace for the first 20 miles. For the last 6, I timed myself - 18:46. Beating the July 26th record. Workout snapshot - "TRIgirl 40 shooing the geese that strolled across the road just as she was trying to gain some momentum for the dreaded Farmer's Bureau hill."

A Little Melancholy

Though I guess the official start to this journey to Ironman began last November, I've been wondering lately if the "twinkle in the eye" happened about a year ago, last September, when I signed up for Eagleman.

A lot has happened in the past eleven months. I've learned to not only swim in a wetsuit, but to also like it. I completed two half marathons. I've swum, biked and run the longest distances in my life. And, of course, I finished Eagleman!

This year, the Eagleman registration opened a month earlier - on August 1. With a little melancholy, I've observed the excitement of others as they have signed up for the race. My name will not be on the participant list.

As of now, I'm planning on two half IMs next year - White Lake and Mightyman. Then, if I survive Florida, maybe another IM in 2009 (I'm thinking somewhere very far away with amazing Sauvignon Blanc...).

Eagleman 2007 will always hold a special place in my heart - the excitement and trepidation after hitting the registration submit button, the fear and panic race morning, the happiness and satisfaction of crossing the finish line, and all the hard work in between.