Patriot

I love my new bike. I LOVE my new bike.

At the suggestion of Triathlonmom, because she is red, white and blue and because we will be doing the Patriot Half later this year and because it is so close to July 4th, Patriot will be either her first or middle name. Still need a wine related one, too, though.

Yeah, Patriot and I are getting to know each other, though our first outing went wonderfully. Not sure how she felt about her new Sip Away cup and Bento Box, but she tolerated it. Her seat is way too low (got in a great quad workout today) - and the aerobars need to come up and maybe in a bit, too. She is happy I not only adjusted to, but also love, the gear shifting on the aerobars, her responsive brakes and the way-cool clipless pedals that may actually need to be tightened. We are already making progress on flats and downhills, but I need to figure out how to work with her on the uphills.

Patriot and I have many miles ahead of us - and if she can deal with her less experienced rider, she may just have the satisfaction of seeing her new owner become a more confident and possibly faster bicyclist.

Signs

When all (or even almost all) the arguments are gone for something your really want - maybe you just have to take a deep breath, have trust and go for it.

A week or so ago, Triathlonmom posted an incredible deal about a locally advertised top notch time trial/triathlon bike. The kind of bike I could never imagine owning or being able to afford - except it was on sale for 1/3 of its value - close to what I paid less than a year ago for Amarone.

I emailed the seller, but around the same time, I noticed another TRIgirl must have called, too. She posted on our forum that she was going to see the bike. She had first dibs in my book - and I didn't even want to let her know I was interested in case it would pressure her. There was still my whole other list of reasons of why I shouldn't even pursue it.

She decided against the bike.

So the seller called me again to see if I was interested. I threw out the next obstacle - how big was the bike? Amarone is a size 54 - and as I later learned, too big for my just under 5'5" frame.

He is 5'4" - the bike was custom made for him - about a size 50. From what I've learned more recently, a 48 might be slightly better, but the bike was a size that was more in range.

Maybe the bike was a bunch of hype - so I went out this week to check it out. I told my husband, who made a comment about a car expense planned for next month, "I am just going to SEE the bike."

The 2006 bike looked brand spanking new. I swear I don't think there was any grease on the chain. I found out the seller put it on the market because of health conditions - he could ride, but no longer compete in races. He said he could sell all the components for more than what he was selling the bike - but really wanted the bike to go to someone who would appreciate it. He spoke with such affection and enthusiasm for the bike and his racing days - it was touching.

I took the bike out for a ride. Wow! So light - so light that I felt a little unsettled. So smooth. Everything just worked much better than anything I've ever riden - from the brakes that were quiet and extremely responsive to even the clipless pedals, which I clicked in and out of effortlessly. I rode around his neighborhood - the shifters were on the aero bars - which I would need to get used to - but have actually been thinking would be a great next step as I've started to really appreciate riding in an aero position. There would be a learning curve to get used to the bike, but hitting 18-19 mph with moderate effort (but less than I was used to on the flats) seemed promising.

I noted the components to see if they matched what had been posted in the ad. I Googled them and saw that they were high end and highly rated. Here are some of the specifics:

Custom Teschner FX Pro TT/Tri frame
Easton TaperWall 7005 Aluminum With:
- Aero Tapered Race Down & Seat Tube
- Aero Profile GX2 Scandium Top Tube
- Aero Ultralite Fast Back Seat Stays
- Ovalised and Tapered Scandium “S” Bend Chain Stays
- Internal Rear Brake & Rear Der. through top tube. Front Der. through down tube
- Integrated Headset Easton Carbon EC90Aero fork
- Oval Concepts full carbon aero bars
- Oval Concepts Stem Chris King Head Set
- 700c America Classic 420 wheels black with their special bladed spokes
- Titanium Quick Releases
- Groupo 9 Speed Dura Ace: Cassette 11-23 Dura Ace TT/Tri Chain Rings 56-44 Dura Ace Bottom Bracket, Dura Ace Front Derailleur, Dura Ace Crank Arms, Dura Ace Rear Derailleur, Dura Ace Brakes, Dura Ace Bar End Shifters, Dura Ace Look Carbon CX-6 Pedals

I thought about it for a day or so. I started to think how I could cover the costs. Maybe selling Vinho Verde and/or Amarone, a bit of stock I'd been holding onto for years that wasn't doing much - that would just about cover the price tag. A nagging part of me felt unworthy of such a high tech bike.

When I approached the hubby a few days later - and sent him all the specifics about the bike, he told me to go for it - which was a wonderful sign of support and just what I needed to call the seller and tell him I was ready to make an offer. I'd exhausteded just about all the doubts and guilt. I wanted the bike, but felt a bit indulgent about buying something less than a year after Amarone. Maybe I should have done more research a year ago - or not trusted the bike store that told me that the Amarone looked great for me.

The part of me that, growing up, wanted to make sure every stuffed animal was equally loved - also made me feel a bit loyal to Amarone. She is a good bike - a good climber - and if I can find a way to keep her - I will.

Another part of me wondered about the seller - would he be riding 10-15-20 years from now? He seemed in good spirits and health - and it was beyond my comfort level to pry further.

But tomorrow, with residue worries of something that seems too good to be true, I will pick up my new ride - one that needs a new wine related name for her red, white and blue frame.

I am going for it - I am not fighting the signs.

Onward and Upward!

Did you notice?

At the foot of my blog.

There is a new counter.

One for Ironman Florida.

Seriously, right now, I'm feeling optimistic about IMFL. Eagleman went better than I hoped. Though I was quite tired after the race, I finished feeling like I had some "reserves" left. The soreness was gone within just a day or so - and after a week and half of modified workouts, I am looking forward to getting back to longer training sessions - like this weekend's 50 mile bike and 3 mile run. Even most of my race photos show a comfortable, happy participant.

Several of my Maramarc friends and training buddies (well, they were always way ahead of me during any workout, so I am not sure I can say we actually "trained" together) are doing Ironman Coeur d'Alene this weekend. My Eagleman high has been extended by an excitement for them - and looking forward to watching their progress online. They will do great and I can't wait to hear all the details.

So for now, I am going to enjoy this great feeling. Before the workouts begin dominating my life and challenge my spirits. Before November 3rd starts looking much closer on my calendar.

Any bets as to when I'll start panicking?

A Tri Tribute to Dad

I wonder if my Dad realizes he has been a key force in preparing me to do triathlons.

Growing up in Queens, New York, my parents put up a small backyard pool every summer for as long as I can remember. I think I was about five when Dad taught me to swim. While I wish I could remember exactly what happened, I kind of recollect him teaching me to float on my back – holding me at first, then gradually letting go. I also remember him telling me how to move my arms, and then to kick my legs, without a tube. A couple of years later, we were at a resort in the Poconos, my first overnight vacation – and with a “huge” in ground pool. I had been hanging around the shallow end with my mom and aunt for hours until my dad and uncle both encouraged me to jump into the deep end. I remember a feeling of cautious trust – as I leapt in and swam my first length across an in ground pool. I grew up being my Dad’s little fish, loving the water. And just like so many other things besides swimming, if Dad said I could do it, it seemed possible.

Around six or seven, it was time to take the training wheels off my bike. My Mom and Dad took me to my elementary school playground and Dad ran behind me as I struggled with my first pedal strokes to balance my bike on just two thin wheels. And Dad was right there, always within distance of catching me, always encouraging and always making me feel confident and special.

I pretty much figured how to run on my own. Though, when I was in my teens, Dad took up jogging. Nike and Adidas running sneakers were becoming popular – and it was all the craze to own a pair – even if you didn’t run. Dad would go for a run almost every day after work. There were no IPODs at the time, but Dad did have this rather bulky headset for listening to music. One day, I joined him for a run and he showed me the mile route he had planned out through our pretty and quiet neighborhood. I don’t even think I finished a mile the first time we went out, but we ran together a bunch of times and after a while, I was almost able to keep up with him for a few miles. When Dad signed up to do his first 5K in our neighborhood, it was my first exposure to local organized races. Dad was also somewhat of a back-packer in running, and his self-effacing ability to make fun of himself – like his light hearted comments about beating the fire truck – taught me that there was so much more to sports than being fast or winning a race.

So on this day, when I have many, many reasons to be thankful for my wonderful Dad - here are a few of the many ways he has been an inspirational and supportive part of my love for triathlon, and more importantly, my life.

Happy Father’s Day!

Ahhh, Race Recovery

Post race recovery time is sweet!

TRIgirls AM, CH and I stayed the night in Maryland after Eagleman. We were starving - and as TRIgirl CH's folks had unsuccessfully battled traffic to try and see the race, it was great to spend some time with them at a local restaurant before they had to turn right back around and head home. We had a wonderful, indulgent meal then scoped out a nearby hotel, which, lucky for us, had a (chilly) pool and a (very hot) hot tub. After lounging around for a bit, we took showers and realized we were hungry again. We went in search of our second dinner (and some dessert) for the evening. Then crashed!

The next morning, I woke up feeling very stiff and sore. Thanks to some pain relievers, I felt better by the end of the day - but still a bit weak. Though, by Tuesday morning, most of the race after-effects were gone.

It's been great reliving the race - between the wonderful messages from friends and family and sharing stories and photos. Thank you, all!

Our first scheduled post Eagleman workout from Coach G was to get in the water on Tuesday or Wednesday, float around a bit, preferrably in a tube.

Which made me smile.

Seriously, we're supposed to do some light swimming and a short run this week - and spin around on the bike one day if we get the chance. And Saturday's workout is to sleep in - probably our last official Saturday "off" for awhile. So, I've followed orders and resumed a few light workouts.

And haven't felt half bad.

But I think my tube will be seeing the most activity this weekend.

The Thrill of Victory (or Just Finishing) - The Eagleman Race Report

Before going into the race report, let’s pick up where we last left off...

When the TRIgirls were about to leave their lovely waterfront rental to bring their bikes to the transition area and check out the course…

During packet pick-up on Friday, the race venue was fairly empty. When we arrived on Saturday, it was like no race we’d ever seen. About 90% of the bikes were high end – Zipp tires, carbon, suspension frames, stuff I couldn’t even identify. I felt like I had “dumb newbie” stamped across my forehead. Maybe my first half-Ironman (or 70.3 as TRIgirls CH and AM decided it should always be called) shouldn’t have been a Kona qualifier.

We walked over to check out the swim. I’m usually more comfortable in the water than some of the other TRIgirls, so I kept what I was really thinking to myself, “We’re supposed to swim in that???” Millions of rough looking white cap waves were barreling across the Choptank. A few racers trying out the swim course were pulling into the exit ramp, which looked calmer, but not much.

I decided to stick with my plan to get in the water. I wanted to know what would hopefully be the worst to expect. We walked over to the swim start. The water also appeared calmer at the entry point, so I was relieved. A few other TRIgirls decided to swim out to the first buoy with me. Good news – the water was warm - no undertow (nor jellyfish!). The less than good news, there was definitely some sloshing around going on, which worsened by the first buoy. I worried a bit about what that might mean as the turn around was quite a bit further into the river. The swim seemed doable. Though I can’t say I was entirely comfortable with the idea of swimming 1.2 miles in the Choptank.

We drove the bike course. Flat. Some scenic views. Some boring miles. But did I say FLAT? No concerns there.

We had just enough time to make it to our pre-race dinner, where we even celebrated Coach M’s birthday. Then we went home, finished up our transition bag packing and went to bed. I thought about the words of wisdom from the TRIgirl Coaches and Ironwoman Canada. I checked out my “Going Long” book and shared a few tips with the TRIgirl racers. I actually, sort of, had a race plan.

Now on to the actual race report…

Six hours, and, maybe, three hours of disrupted sleep later, it was time to get out of bed. Eagleman Race Day had arrived. The weather was promising. Cool and very overcast.

Thanks to TRIgirl KO’s friend’s connection, we lucked out with valet parking and a few tips from an experienced volunteer and racer.

Even with dropping off the bike the day before, I felt there was just enough time to set up my transition area. Irongirl AM and I tried to juggle one last porto-potty stop, braiding her hair and leaving the transition area before it closed.

Then the worst part of the day. Waiting to actually begin. I’ve never cried before a race, until Eagleman - between an encouraging TRIgirl cheer, the stress from the previous few days – and my own fears and doubts. Thank you, TRIgirl SL, my fellow 40-44 racer Eagleman morning, for the perfect amount of support and distraction.

I was in the first women’s wave – pink caps. There were beautiful sun rays streaming out of the heavy cloud cover. A kind woman next to me must have sensed my panic and told me not to worry, she was a slow swimmer. I took both these events as positive signs.

I positioned myself toward the back and far side of the course. I did not want to be swam over. 30 seconds, 10 seconds, 5 seconds, it was time to go!

I started swimming. About a third of the pack took off like lightening. Before the second buoy, I’d worked my way to my own space, closer to the buoys. The water was calmer than my pre-race trial. By the third buoy, I started to enjoy the Choptank. I knew I would finish the swim.

I remembered part of my plan. To swim at a relaxed pace that would not leave me tired. And it worked. Sometimes, I thought about my form. I struggled a few times to stay on the course. I sighed when a bunch of orange caps from the wave behind mine passed me like I wasn’t even there. I had hoped to finish the swim in 45-50 minutes, but after seeing all those swimmers kick my butt, I figured it was too ambitious. The exit was a little harder to find than I expected – and included about 100 yards of some black grunge that was absolutely disgusting. Exiting the swim, I looked down at my watch. 40 minutes and a few seconds. Out loud, I said “Wow, that’s not bad!” TRIgirl DL’s husband was right there, heard me and cheered me on.

(PG moment) In the transition area, I thought about all the debate about peeing on the bike, - I still didn’t know if I wanted to ruin my expensive seat or bike shoes, but I did “relieve myself” next to Amarone, in a very conservative way.

With the fear part of the race over, I was looking forward to the bike. The course was so flat, I was psyched. I remember more of my plan; push on the bike only when overcoming the swim.

Check! Except that, when I accomplished my “check” point and felt like I could push the bike a little, everyone was still passing me. For the first half of the bike, I occasionally peeked at Garmin, seeing 18-20 mile per hour paces. But bike after bike was passing me. All I could do was be a “polite passee”.

Who were these aliens and how did they bike so fast?

I remembered more of my plan. Hydrate, eat and save those legs for the run. The sun was growing stronger. Heat is not usually a factor for my bikes, but it can hurt my runs.

Thanks to my “Sip Away” cup and few “girly” stops to refill, I was keeping hydrated (I pulled over, came to a complete spot, fumbled with my bottles, then resumed bicycling (true competitors grabbed their hydration of choice and gracefully placed it in their aerobar bottle or water cages)).

I was not doing well with my nutrition plan of 200 calories per hour. The broken-up Powerbar was way too heavy. The PBJ sandwich was marginally better. I ate 1/3 of what I packed, then, focused on a few sports beans every 5 miles. I had a slight headache; I figured it was either calorie or hydration related.

Halfway through the bike, some serious, famous Eagleman wind kicked in – my pace was more in the 14-15 mph range. Toward the end of the bike, I found a few similar cyclists. We all kind of hung in our bike positions for the last quarter of the ride. I wanted to finish the bike in 3:30, my 3:17ish time made me happy, though I still wondered how all those racers passed me!

I dismounted the bike and remembered how I felt after the Crackhead Invitational. Tired legs can still run. Ignoring my desire to plow through as many miles I could, as fast as I could (now, now, don’t laugh), I remembered the TRIgirl coaches and Ironwoman Canada's advice – walk through the water stations.

This tidbit saved my run. As anyone who knows me can confirm, I truly suck at running. While I think just about every Eagleman racer passed me on the bike (when I thought was holding a decent pace) I was able to hang with my group of fellow backpack runners. I walked every water stop, asking for two waters, dumping one and a half on my head and drinking the leftover, supplementing Accelerade and GUs from my geeky fuel belt. After seeing the unexpected cheering squad of Ironfolk KB and SS, around mile two, it was another confirmation, no matter how much I might have to walk, I would finish this race.

The weather gods were kind. The sun during the bike was mostly gone for the run. Other than some mild humidity, the run was cloudy and temperatures were in the upper 70s. I held a consistent running pace - around 10:30-11:00 minutes per mile from start to end. Walking the water stops put my average around 11:40.

Even in a race as big as Eagleman, TRIgirl force is still powerful. During the run, I think I saw every TRIgirl racer and the Maramarc folks. One man and I kept pace. He was running more of the course, but I would pass him between “water dumps and walks.” Around mile 10, I passed him. “OK, [TRIgirl 40] – you really do look great.” He’d heard all the TRIgirl racers and support crew’s words of encouragement for many a-mile.

And so the TRIgirls and I finished…

The “end” was beautiful. I felt strong enough to pick up the pace as TRIgirl racers and supporters cheered me in. I didn’t know or care if my name was announced at the finish, I just wanted to find the amazing crew who either had completed the race or who had driven over three or four hours to support us. (In addition to TRIgirls KB and SS, TRIgirls SG, Jones and Fave, made the long trek from Richmond to cheer us in. TRIgirl JR and her son, helped set up the RTC tent with beverages and food.

I wanted to finish under 8 hours. I thought, if the moons aligned, I might hit somewhere between 7 – 7:30. My time was around 6:41:48. I knew the generous weather gods and the quieted Choptank were big factors.

But it still felt great.

Many TRIgirls’ times were within minutes of mine – but more importantly we all crossed the finish line. So many women, all beating their own demons, self doubt and physical exhaustion – conquered Eagleman. On one fine day in June 2007.

Postscript…

There are just so many people who helped me finish this race.

Coaches – your ability to challenge and propose training regimes I never thought I could do helped me believe I was capable of more than I ever hoped.

Teammates – thank you for being there for the training and the race – whether providing encouragment, sharing a happy face or being a pace Nazi!

Supporters – thanks to all who drove miles, shared tears, took pictures – and just “understood” the importance of this accomplishment to the competing TRIgirls.

Family – my parents, siblings, siblings-in-law, step-siblings, husband and furkids – somehow, I’ve hit the jackpot with having an amazing family.

We're Here!

The TRIgirl caravan landed in MD yesterday afternoon around 5:00. Thanks to TRIgirl CD, we even have a "TRIchick Parking Only - All Others Will Be Towed Away and Crushed" sign hanging in the rental driveway.

We headed out to the expo and picked up our race packets. Everyone had way fancy bikes. At least no one laughed out loud at mine.

The river was like glass when we arrived. Not so much today after a major thunderstorm.

Weather predictions look good for race day - high of 79, partly cloudy and winds 5-10 miles per hour.

We're hydrating and eating (some more than others). And we are about to head out to check out the bike course and see just how choppy the Choptank is after a storm.

Huge thanks for all the calls and emails of support - especially Mom and Dad - and my sister-in-law - who sent me a timely article about the increase in Ironman popularity!

So If I Don't Finish...

...Eagleman, will it be because I did not get in my 12 mile bike workout this week as part of our taper?

Illogical, I know, but it is bothering me. I could do it Friday morning, but I think it would be better to take the day off.

Thank goodness (?) it has been an incredibly stressful and busy week at work, distracting me from panicking too much about Eagleman.

Until Friday, when I am supposed to be off for traveling to Cambridge with the TRIgirl caravan.

A PR (Tiny) in a Hurricane (Almost) - or the Powersprint Race Report

Saturday afternoon, I packed my bag for a hot and humid Powersprint Triathlon. I was starting to chill out for the evening when my husband announced the weather conditions for Sunday - rain all day, heavy at times in the afternoon. Hurricane Barry was acomin' and about to leave us some miserable tropical depression weather as a gift.

No! That is not what I was expecting! I even packed electrolytes, a visor and sunglasses!

I went to bed a little after 9:00 pm Saturday evening and slept fairly well until the alarm went off at 5:10 am. I took the Butt and Fezzy for their morning out - humid and warmer than I anticipated, but not bad. I threw my light windbreaker into my race bag and drove the five miles to the Powersprint.

I arrived a few minutes earlier than past years' races - to a very empty parking lot - wondering if the weather scared off a few participants. Since no numbers were on the bike racks, several early TRIgirl racers marked TRIgirl "alley" with a duck helium balloon.

Seeing TRIgirl volunteers was encouraging. TRIgirl JH welcomed me to the race and TRIgirl CH magic markered the numbers on my limbs - and even added a "Go TRIgirls!" inspirational message to my left calf (and TRIgirl Fave's, too!).

At this point, the rain was alternating between a drizzle and downpour. I noticed that most racers had not set up their transition area. So, basically, I just tried to organize my gear bag with what I would need for the bike on top and for the run below. Then zipped it up the best I could to keep things dry.

The temperature seemed to be dropping steadily as I waited with many TRIgirls and Powersprint racers for the swim to begin. My predicted start time put me just after the top third of the swimmers and I was never so happy to step into the steam room like pool conditions. I had a decent swim - took over 30 seconds off last year's race time for the 300 meters, though I was secretly hoping for another 10 seconds more. Still, I ended up finishing in the top 25% for my age group and gender with the swim.

Supposedly, my lackadaisical transition, including finding my pink flip-flops before running across the muddy terrain to get my bike, amused the TRIgirls and Coach B - who I later found out jokingly commented to a few TRIgirls - "What is she doing?" - and "She will not be doing that next week." My T1 was slower than last year - but at least I had the excuse of not having anything laid out!

With the wet weather, I resigned myself to a slower than originally hoped bike. I was not going to risk skidding out and hurting myself one week before Eagleman. Hearing TRIgirl CD remind me that this was not my "A" race and to be safe as I started out of T1 made me feel better about the decision.

The first two-thirds of the bike were wet, but not miserable, as there were occasional breaks in the rain. I even was able to push it at a decent pace on a few flat straights. I was very cautious, slowing down at anything resembling a hill or turn. The last third, though, was smack into some serious headwind. Worse than my blustery day experience, as sheets of rain were also pouring down. TRIgirl Patty whizzed by me like a demon at one point about halfway through, but other than that, I think I was holding my own on the bike, passing as many riders as those who passed me. Overall, I shaved off about two minutes on the bike - which I won't sneeze at given the conditions.

I was so relieved to dismount at T2, with a Guppy volunteer cheering me in. I rummaged around in my very wet bag to find my running gear and headed out onto my least favorite and weakest part of the triathlon.

The rain just continued to get heavier and heavier. Though I have to say, when it comes to running, I'll still take a tropical depression over 90 degree temperatures and high humidity. I took off about a minute and a half on the run, ending up with a 5K race PR - and not just triathlon 5Ks. Ironically, my run pace was a 9:39 - 1 second faster than my training tempo pace.

I ended up having an overall race PR by about 3 minutes - and as we all joked - in a "hurricane!" I would have ideally liked another two minutes off - but I'll take what I can get. I finished exactly at the 50% percentile for all women. While several new TRIgirls did better (sometimes way better!) than me (after two years of training) - I remembered where I started - and was truly happy for all (including myself) who competed the day Hurricane Barry rocked Richmond.

Because my estimated swim time was on the shorter side and it was a pool swim, I was able to catch quite a bit of the remaining race. Thank goodness TRIgirl MM and her boyfriend shared warm wool blankets with the cheering squad - including TRIgirl TB and Coach B's cute niece (we did a great impersonation of an Emperor Penguin with our littlest fan). It was so much fun to watch the TRIgirl racers and several coworkers - almost all turning out for the race (including many newbies) - cross that finish line, tears, smiles, exhaustion and all!

Powerkids!

This morning, I headed out to watch the Powerkids Triathlon.

I had to smile when I arrived and saw all the young competitors lined up, some with fancier tri-clothes than mine and all of them "raced" up with magic marker numbers on their arms and legs. I even heard a few giving transition tips to their friends.

The race started off with a pool swim. The kids jumped in the water, some on alert in "race position" waiting for the "Ready, Set, Go!" I watched the swimmers for awhile. Some obviously were on a swim team. Some struggled to finish the one or two laps, grabbing onto the ropes and pulling themselves along. None gave up. A few looked dazed getting out of the water. A couple were serious - whipping off their swim caps and goggles with a look of fierce determination as they sprinted to the bikes. I saw myself in some, too - the little chubby girls smiling and trudging along.

The race coordinators and volunteers were wonderful (including TRIgirl JRo). They waited for a racer who lost her timing chip and helped place it back on. They cheered on a swimmer finishing a lap alone as the rest of the wave was long gone. They announced the finishers over a loudspeaker with individualized comments.

It was great to see TRIgirls JR, DS and RW's kids race. TRIgirl JR's son had a fabulous swim and I could tell Mom was proud - and Irondad, too. TRIgirl DS ran by later, pointing to the cutest little girl on the run and calling out - "that's my daughter." I swear she had her Mom's form, speed and grace.

I think I may have found my biggest inspiration for tomorrow's PowerSprint from these young racers.

Go, Powerkids, Go!

Relativity and Reality

Recently, I checked out a few of my old blog entries, including one where I predicted an upcoming tough workout would seem less so a few weeks (months) out. I am not sure how much I believed it at the time, but yes, that workout would be a little less daunting now.

And sometimes I'll be hanging out with friends or neighbors who'll be asking me questions about my training - as if it is something special or as if I know what I am doing. Which I find so funny, because I am still such a fumbling back-packer most of the time - one who has, thankfully, learned a few tricks along the way.

But Eagleman is quickly approaching. I told myself, don't really worry until it is a month away. OK, so the counter shows a zero in the month slot, no biggie until the race is two weeks away. My latest rationalization is convincing myself that the race won't be close until we hit single digits in the days column (which will be, oh, tomorrow). I've got my back-up plan ready - one week will be the next procrastination marker before panicking.

My body is trained to do the distances. My mental outlook concerns me more. My competitive spirit will not carry me through this race, as I really don't have much of one. More likely, sheer determination will be the emotion that gets me through the tough moments. And remembering to breathe.

I'm focusing on the positive during these last two weeks of workouts. Like forcing myself to run 6 miles in the heat of the day Monday. While I can't say I enjoyed it - I wasn't quite as miserable as I normally would be. Today's Masters swim had a few encouraging moments. Longest distance completed to date in the hour class - 2600 meters. A few fastest 100s - somewhere between 1:45 and 1:47. I am still the slowest in my lane, but sometimes I am almost keeping up (until we go distances beyond 100s).

Relatively, I am still slow and not quite aggressive enough.
Reality, I will never place in my age group (unless I am doing triathlons at 90).

No wait, focus on the positives...

Relatively, I am going further, sometimes even faster, than I ever have in my life.
Reality, finishing Eagleman, hopefully with a few minutes to spare, is really my goal.

The Great Eight (5 Amigos, Big Dog and the 2 Speedy Ones) Ride 75!

A new bicycle distance PR! TRIgirl SD posted the following to our Eagleman forum - which sums up the day perfectly:

"Yippee!! We successfully completed the 75 mile adventure and it was certainly a test of our fortitude, endurance, and tires. The first 37.5 miles were a breeze and we should have known we would not get off that easy. For the first half our biggest issues were a couple of dropped water bottles and direction questions. And then there was the second half . . . at somewhere around mile 50 the "Big Dog" (TRIgirl CD's husband) had a flat tire and the five amigos (TRIgirls DL, DB, MW, AM, and myself) waited for him to change it and get back on the road. The 2 speedy ones (TRIgirls CD and LS, of course) were well down the road. Unfortunately, Big Dog had another flat and the 5 amigos were ahead of him and at our next scheduled stop - we realized we were a man down and made phone contact with him. Big Dog didn't have another spare and had done some walking and was picked up by the kindest gentleman who brought him to the 5 amigos. After determining Big Dog had a hole in his tire and fixing it with his flashy $20 bill (We were all impressed that he and TRIgirl CD had sooo much money!!) and we were on the road again. Well, TRIgirl DL was not going to be out done by Big Dog so she had a flat at mile 65. Luckily, TRIgirl CD had tired of waiting for the 5 amigos and Big Dog so she arrived during the changing of the tube to deliver cold (YES, cold) water. Last 10 miles completed with out any further flats and the "Great Eight" finished our long ride!"

Just a few extra details to add to TRIgirl SD's great account of our ride - we made an appearance at Indian Fields Tavern again and probably freaked out a few diners who were trying to have a quiet Sunday brunch when we paraded in to use the bathroom in all our bike gear. We also found out later TRIgirl JH had thoughtfully protected us from afar by warning tourists to the visitor center where she works about the bicyclists on Route 5. And I have found a solution to my drinking while biking dilemma - a SipAway bottle (not to be mistaken for a sippee cup, though I do look a bit "special" when using it)!

Fezzy also was excited when I got home - as I was a human salt stick. He licked and licked as we began celebrating my hubby's birthday.

The Crackhead Invitational and the Chesdin Classic

What? You’ve never heard of these events?

The Crackhead Invitational was held this Saturday. Earlier this week, our coaches decided to make our toughest workout to date (in my book, anyway) a little more “yummy.” So, our 24 mile bike and 16 mile run was tweaked a bit to be a bike race, followed by an “easy” (LOL) run. Meaning we all were supposed to start at the same time and push hard on the bike. At least we didn’t have to race the run, like the Ironman Coeur d’ Alene folks.

A bunch of us really were not thrilled with this whole racing idea – hence the nickname “Crackhead Invitiational.” Between worrying about being last – or feeling bad if you weren’t because it would mean someone else would be - it seemed like extra pressure when many of us were already stressed out about Eagleman. But, in typical TRIgirl style, we survived the workout through the support and humor of our coaches and teammates. For example, TRIgirl SD coordinated “race packets” with our own race numbers, water and Band-Aids.

Thankfully, we had great weather. I decided early on, I would not focus on racing my teammates – instead I would concentrate on racing my pace. I tend to push the uphills (to get them over with quickly) – but don’t work the downhills. So, there were several times between passing or being passed, I would have the chance to ride with some of the TRIgirls for awhile. I haven’t checked Garmin for the official pace – but I think it was somewhere around 17.7 miles per hour – pretty good for me. The “racing” did put an extra drain on my thighs, which still had 16 long miles of running ahead of them. I can’t thank TRIgirls MW and SD enough for their company and encouragement during the longest run I’ve ever completed. We didn’t set any speed records, but we made it through and didn’t feel half bad when all was said and done. We paced ourselves well, taking turns giving warnings if we were going over 6 miles per hour, trying to stay around an 11 minute mile. One amusing moment happened as we jogged the last few miles around the nub at West Creek. We were finishing 3 of the 4 loops to hit 16 miles, when we heard Coach M cheering us in – and we had to yell back – “Nope, we’ve got another mile or so left!”

We did finally finish – and were awarded with Hawaiian leis by Coach M (the closest we’ll probably get to Kona!). Knowing we were capable of running a very long distance on legs drained from a tough bike ride was reassuring and made the workout worthwhile. Tired, but beaming, we hydrated a bit in the parking lot, before heading home after the mega-long workout. A big meal was calling my name…

Sunday was the Chesdin Classic. TRIgirl MM’s boyfriend’s brother has a gorgeous brick and stone home right on Lake Chesdin and arranged for a 2 mile open water swim practice. We had another beautiful day. On the ride to the lake, I thought to myself it might be a little nutty to attempt my longest open water swim the day after my longest ever run. Not to mention the biking. But the opportunity was too good to miss and a half hour or so later, we were all putting on our wetsuits.

TRIgirl MM’s boyfriend is so great – he rode a jet ski while we swam to make sure we were safe and protected from other boats in the water. We stayed close to the shoreline, the water temperature alternating between chilly and warm pockets. At our halfway point, we wondered if we had swum a full mile as we chatted with a neighbor, who also shared our back leg would be against the current. The way back did seem to take longer and we were able to practice swimming with a little more choppiness as the jet skis created waves for us.

Whether or not is was a full two miles, most of us still had a distance PR in open water. The experience helped give another confidence boost for Eagleman.

And we had the best post race meal ever – lots of fruit, cheese, chips – and wine - on a fabulous deck overlooking the lake. We were even able to take a ride on the jet ski. Much thanks to our wonderful and generous hosts - who may regret extending future invitations to our group! Can we go back tomorrow?

My Jimmy Shoes

Remember the Seinfeld episode where Jimmy “likes Elaine” and hooks Kramer up with the special training sneakers?

Sometimes truth is not so far off from fiction.

About a week ago, I read a post by TriJack where he was reviewing his new Newton sneakers. A glowing evaluation, I might add. I checked out the Newton site to learn all about the shoe's design technology.

Intriguing.

So, fast forward to Monday morning. I was at Guppy swim class and noticed Ironwoman Canada looked to be wearing Newtons. Turns out, they recently sponsored her. She shared that she also thinks they are awesome. She asked me what size shoe I wear – she needed to up a size.

Ironwoman Canada kicked off her shoes and told me to try them on. Sweet! Her current sneakers fit my feet perfectly!

I'll try anything that might improve my running - especially if it doesn’t involve physical exertion.

They were like air. So light and comfortable. I ran a few steps and sensed the “actuator lungs” that are supposed to promote a natural running form. Thank you, Ironwoman Canada!

Yesterday was my first chance to test them out. After a nice, relaxed 16 mile bike ride I put the “Jimmy” shoes on for a six mile run. Maybe it’s the power of suggestion, but they seemed to help my body stay focused in more forward motion. While they weren’t quite as cushiony as my other sneakers, the fact that they were so lightweight made it easier to practice the small, fast steps I am supposed to be working on to improve my form. Just like TriJack and the website claim – there is a "barefoot" running sensation, but in a good, supportive way. I thought about stopping after four miles, remembering the shin splints and knee pain I had the last time I tried to switch sneakers, but I felt too good. I did the six miles averaging just under 10 minute miles – and the first three were at an easy pace. Not bad!

No shin splints or leg pain today, either.

Jimmy has got the moves and can jump, but maybe there is hope TRIgirl 40 will figure out this running thing.

Things That Go Bump

Reoccurring themes. A few months ago, I struggled with taking two steps forward, one step back (or sometimes one step forward, two steps back) with training after a bout of stupid little ailments.

Those feelings are skulking back in, though they are more psychological rather than physical this time.

After Smith Mountain Lake, the doubts about Eagleman started to creep in. I was happy with my SML swim time, but was queasy thinking that the Eagleman swim would be about three times longer – a distance I can do easily in the pool, but in the open water with tons of people more aggressive than I am? I pictured myself pulling off to the side to let everyone pass. One step back.

Last Sunday, the Richmond Triathlon Club offered an open water swim clinic. The river was noticeably warmer than SML or the TRIgirl swim practice. The warmer water really made a difference in my comfort level. We practiced drafting, which reassured me about swimming in close proximity to other racers (in most races I look for a space cushion – and will swim away from other racers to stay in it – though drafting can save up to 30% in effort). I also tried out a long john wetsuit – liked the extra freedom around my shoulders. The clinic helped me gain some confidence for Eagleman – I can do this! One step forward.

Yesterday, Triathlonmom shared she’d found great tips on Desiree Flicker’s triathlon site. I dug around for awhile and found her 2006 Eagleman race report.

Jellyfish wrapping themselves around wrists.
A strong voice inside yelling get out of the water.
Punishing waves.
So glad to hit land.

Not exactly the account you want to read – from a pro no less.

As "girly" as it may sound, I'm freaking out more about the jellyfish than the rough conditions. Where I come from, you don’t have to deal with jellyfish until late July or August. Gross! I’m thinking carefully about the wetsuit deal. The full sleeve would protect me more from these blechy creatures.

One big step backward. Until I can find jellyfish repellant.

3 or 60? (and Race for the Cure Race Report)

If you had the choice of a 3 mile run or a 60 mile bike, what would you pick?

Saturday had both, starting around 9:00 am with Race for the Cure. This is a race I signed up to do because of the cause vs. most of the other races I do for fun (?) but feel good that there is usually an associated charity.

I was feeling pretty groggy because of taking allergy medicine the night before. As TRIgirl DL and I walked around the race venue, it seemed to become hotter and more humid by the minute. We met up with our TRIgirl team, took a picture, and sweltered some more in the steam room like conditions while waiting for the 5K to begin. After the first mile (which was a decent 9:20), I gave up the idea of trying to hit a PR – and just focused on completing the run without passing out – dumping water on my sweaty self any chance I could get. Which gave me a chance to reflect more on the other participants – and thinking about the people they were running "in memory of" or "in celebration of". I had a pink little sign on my back for celebrating TRIgirl DL. And maybe that is what I should have been focusing on all along.

After the race, we met up with TRIgirls SD and LD for our 60 mile ride. We decided to try a route that started on the border of the city and headed out toward Williamsburg taking Osbourne Road and Route 5. The scenery was lovely as we road the mostly flat terrain through rural neighborhoods. The heat and humidity were not nearly so bad on the bike. We all occasionally commented on how great the ride was – most of the cars and trucks were even polite. Our half-way point was at the Indian Fields Tavern – where TRIgirl SD had a fabulous idea to restock our water bottles. The 30 miles home was a bit more exciting – TRIgirl LD got a flat tire - so we all learned firsthand what works – and doesn’t work – when changing a tire (how many TRIgirls does it take to change a flat tire? – Four!). About a half hour later, we were back on the road, cruising along nicely when big raindrops started to plop down. Then little pelting drops. Then back to the big drops. The rain stopped for the last part of our ride. We pulled into the Shiplock Yard parking lot feeling proud of the new distance accomplishment and physically strong – other than saddle sore butts.

So 3 miles or 60? 31ish minutes vs. 270ish (including pit stops and flat tires).

I’ll still take the bike!

Numbers

When I added the Eagleman counter feature to my blog footer, the race was over 2 months away. Lately I’ve been avoiding looking at the happy stars bounding off the pink background. Right now it shows that the race is 1 month, 0 days, 14 hours, 30 minutes and 55 seconds away. Tomorrow the countdown will show a big fat 0 in the month slot.

Maybe I should switch it out for a new counter for Ironman – which is still about 6 months away. But I am not sure how much I want to I think about those numbers just yet. I recently watched a triathlon movie clip where the narrator mentioned that the 112 mile bike would seem long – in a car.

Wow, I’d never thought about that. I am going to be biking a distance that would take almost 2 hours by car.

Training and races involve many numbers - miles, meters, minutes, hours, ranks, averages, paces.

Numbers can be encouraging. The more I’ve thought about my SML swim time, the more I’ve realized I’ve made some gains through all this training. My last 750 open water swim race time was over 4 minutes longer – and that was without a wetsuit and with the timing mat right on the dock when stepping out of the water.

Other times, numbers can be humbling. In my first triathlon I finished dead last in my age group.

And sometimes, numbers can be downright confusing. Up until this weekend, I’ve been timing my mile swim based on 36 laps in the pool. Which is correct for yard pools. But, I’ve been swimming in meter pools – where 32 laps equal a mile. Doh, makes total sense now that I’ve thought through the math. At least I didn’t make that mistake the other way around.

So while I am excited for the Shady Grove Sprint race coming up in a little over 3 weeks, I know when it gets here, Eagleman will be just 7 days away.

And now, not that I am obsessing, there is 1 month, 0 days, 14 hours, 22 minutes and 11 seconds till the 1.2 mile swim, 56 mile bike and 13.1 (thanks Fave!) mile run. Numbers that get scarier by the minute.

Tick, tock, tick tock.

Smith Mountain Lake - Race Report

The first tri of the season is over – with a sigh of relief and a few lessons learned.

TRIgirl DL and I left Friday afternoon, meeting up to caravan with TRIgirl MW. We were supposed to ride with TRIgirl CD, who unfortunately caught a miserable stomach virus. We arrived at Smith Mountain Lake just in time to pick up our race packets and meet up with the Baby and Returning Pinks for a great pre-race meal. Baby Pink TRIgirl JS had generously offered to share her family’s beautiful lake home with the TRIgirl racers – which was within minutes of SML.

The weather predictions leading up to the race had not been promising – but overall we were quite lucky. Not quite as cold as expected and the rain held off.

Now that I am in the 40 age group – I started in the very last wave – about 20 minutes after the first wave took off. Thankfully, this last wave included several other TRIgirls and Guppy KB. TRIgirl KO took a bunch of photos before the race - hope to get a few up when she has a chance to send out.

To try to overcome the jitters of an open water swim – and remind myself of the somewhat successful wetsuit experiences I’ve had this year, I spent a few minutes in the water before the race. The water was cold, but not miserable. I swam a bit and proved to myself – my arms could move and I would not suffocate.

After watching the other waves head out, it was finally time for my purple cap group. This was the first open water race I’ve been in where not only did we need to be in the water before we started – but we actually swam out to a point where we couldn’t touch bottom before the gun sounded. There was plenty of room to spread out, so the fighting to find a space was not bad at all. Heading to the first buoy was still a mind game. The buoy looked much closer on land than it did in the water. But the lake was clean and without a current. The first buoy came more quickly than I expected. I turned and started on my way to the second buoy, concentrating on regulating my breathing. Suddenly I saw a few caps from the wave ahead of the purple caps. Before I hit the third buoy, I even saw a cap or two from two waves ahead of mine. After making the turn around the third buoy, I completed the homestretch, thinking about my form. Walking out of the water – I checked Garmin – 15:15. I was very happy with my time actually swimming, though a little disappointed that the timing mat was way up by the transition area (which I was a bit disoriented finding), so the time posted by the race was around 17 minutes and change.

Between that extra time - and some poor preparation, (getting out of the wetsuit, thinking about whether or not to wear a windbreaker (yes) and to leave insoles in my bike shoes (no), playing around with what liquid to take on the bike (which I never even drank)), T1 was less than stellar.

TRIgirl SD had checked out the bike start yesterday and gave us a great tip for the race – run up the short but steep entry, pull over, mount the bike and go. Thanks to her, that was probably the smoothest part of my T1.

The bike route was nice – a bit hilly in places. Around mile 7, I think, there was a major decsent. Since it was an out and back, I realized it would also be a nasty uphill toward the end of the ride. Overall, my mile laps on the bike were not bad, most ranging around 3:30-3:40, a couple around 4:00 – 4:30 and the best while coasting down mile 7 was 2:50ish. I was on track for a 45-47 minute bike, until the last mile, when the course met up with runners and I felt like I needed to slow down (for their safety and mine) – and the last couple of hundred yards when I saw a bunch of cones and thought I was entering the transition area and started to dismount, ran a bit around a turn – and then realized it was still a few tenths of a mile away. Fumbled around getting back on the bike to make up a little time into T2 – but still finished at around 48 and a half minutes due to not being as prepared as I should have been.

T2 started OK. A fit looking guy was at the end of my bike rack and told me I looked great and ready for the run. I realized he was done with the race as he was changing clothes. I had forgotten to put the Yanks in my sneakers prior to the race, so dealt with the laces – then realized there was something in the bottom of one shoe, took it off, shook out the debris, retied. And in the meantime, my bike fell over on the rack. Nice guy helped me get it back on the rack, and I was ready to start off on the run. Made it almost to the run start and looked down. AAAGH. Forgot my race belt. Back to my bike rack, nice guy smiled when as I clipped on my number – and headed off once again.

When getting our race packets, we noticed that a good part of the first run mile was uphill. Not too steep, but a long gradual uphill. I was very grateful for our West Creek workouts. While I definitely would have been happier with a flat course, it wasn’t too bad. Since there was talk of some of us completing our required weekend 10 mile run after the race, I remembered Coach G’s (who we greatly missed, but could not join us as her due date is quickly approaching) advice to keep the run fairly easy. I walked the first water stop and took a quick break at the second one. Then it was time for the long downhill to the finish line. That, I liked! Overall run time was just over 32 minutes – and thanks to the downhill, I can claim a negative split.

So overall, I was fairly happy with the actual swim, bike and run portions of the race. I think I could have pushed a little harder here or there, but the biggest lessons I learned from SML – 1) check out the transition areas pre-race and 2) really think through the transition process. And – I was so relieved to survive the swim in the wetsuit!

The Baby Pinks had a great race – awesome times – and really seemed to enjoy it. Returning Pinks impressed as well. And much respect for TRIgirl MJM who came out to do the swim and bike – even though she could not compete in the run, her best event, due to a knee injury. TRIGirl LS finished in the top twenty for overall female (whoo hoo!) – a pretty amazing feat considering this race was a national qualifier.

Post race, the idea of the 10 miler lost appeal to just about everyone, so we headed back to TRIgirl JS’s home for a great cookout prepared by her mom and dad. We were all pretty hungry – and really appreciated their generous home cooked dishes.

Alas, since we made the decision to put off the 10 miles till the next day, staying the night to celebrate Cinco De Mayo, while very tempting, was nicked.

Hoping to return to SML for future races!

Ahas and Breakthroughs

This past week may have marked a breakthrough or two – or if not quite breakthroughs, maybe at least a few “Aha!” moments.

Earlier this year, I had a gait analysis – remember? For the past few months I’ve been feeling all proud of myself for keeping my elbows behind my waist. Well, until I saw pictures of myself from the Monument 10K where I appeared to be doing a great impersonation of Rocky Balboa – except I looked like I was punching myself in the head.

Hmmm.

So, I decided more intervention was required. I read the Chi Running book TRIgirl CD recommended (she found her chi and has become quite a gazelle). Last Monday, I went to a guppy run – and – of all things – Ironwoman Canada brought her video camera to record our running.

It wasn’t pretty. Well, actually it was kind-of pretty. It was like a super slow motion sprinter. Other than the elbows flying all over the place. I’ve got this “stepping in front of me” thing going on. At one point on the video – a bunch of guppies passed by – and it was so noticeable that my cadence was too slow and my stride was too long.

For the rest of that day – and Tuesday’s brick run – I focused on kicking behind me instead of stepping forward. Yes, different, but the motion seemed to require less effort. And whatever was keeping my legs behind me also made it easier to keep my elbows back. Aha!

Flashback to Wednesday morning – what the heck is wrong with my calves? What is this weird cramping, tight feeling that is painful to the touch?

I could hardly stand when trying to get out of bed. I walked around like Quasimodo until – yep, until today. To put it mildly, the 12 mile run on Saturday was pure misery. I had to stop every few miles to stretch my rebelling calves.

And at the suggestion of several coaches – I’ll be making smaller adjustments between now and Eagleman as obviously my running is so pitiful, it is going to be a bit of a haul to get my form corrected for what comes so naturally to nearly every first grader.

A few less painful ahas…

Before the torturous 12 mile run, I practiced drinking on the bike during the 28 mile ride. A bit wobbly, but I was able to splash enough fluid in my body to get by. Coach B even noticed and gave me a few words of encouragement while riding by. Maybe not quite an aha yet - but progress.

Last Wednesday morning, I had a private lesson with Ironwoman Canada (thanks to a super thoughtful birthday gift!). First, I tried my wetsuit out for the first time in the water. Better than the Big Nut experience. I realized there was hope that I just might be able to swim in this ridiculous contraption. Aha!

Then we worked on my form a bit. For months, I’ve heard Coach S and Ironwoman Canada talk about making a paddle with your forearm and hand. But something clicked after some drills with real swim paddles and a few tips. Aha! And while I don’t think I am faster – I am definitely more comfortable at a “pushing it” pace.

And the big breakthrough…

On Sunday, Coach G and TRIgirl LS coordinated an open water swim practice in the James River. What a beautiful location – from the long drive down to the river to the airy field near the dock. We put on our wetsuits and headed out into the water. Coaches G, M, S and B shared a bunch of great information on what to expect during all aspects of an open water swim. Wading through mud that was seriously like eight inches deep at some points, I was grateful that the wetsuit protected me from the slime, in addition to making it easier to enter into the chilly water. Coach M told us to huddle close to simulate an open water blender start. We swam upstream first for five minutes. I was not happy. My breathing was off – visions of the Big Nut clouded my mind. Finally it was over and we could turn around. Thank goodness, I just wanted to get back to the dock.

A few minutes rest, and then Coach M suggested another attempt at a three minute upstream swim. This time, my breathing started to settle down. There were a few moments where the water smelled like sewage and sticks and debris floated by – but I wasn’t panicking anymore. We turned around – and I started to enjoy the swim. By the time we finished, I wanted to go out again.

A handful of swimmers decided to give it one more go. Early on, I started to feel comfortable. I hit a groove and was even able to begin concentrating on my form. I picked up my head at the landmark where I had stopped at the three minute point during the last attempt, but kept going when I saw others behind me still swimming. A little bit later, a few IM folks passed me and were turning around. I almost didn’t want to stop. The final home stretch felt wonderful – a big relief.

A breakthrough.

I think I CAN swim in a wetsuit.

Words of Wisdom - By Buttercup

Now that Mommy is officially over 40, I believe she has earned the privilege to learn my secrets for aging gracefully. Most people don’t believe it when they hear my age – and my youthful glow is due to certain rules I’ve followed ever since being a puppy.

1. Rest your body only on the softest materials – Why should you ever expose yourself to hard surfaces? Personally, I insist on at least one pillow, even if it is already on something soft, like a bed or couch. Sometimes I am lucky enough to score two pillows. In addition to being comfortable, soft surfaces are also very good for your joints and promote restful sleep (see number 2).
2. Take naps – Beauty rest is very important. Spend at least six hours a day napping. On pillows and blankets.
3. Demand body rubs (Mommy calls these massages) – Between keeping blood circulating and reducing stress, I recommend the rub as often as possible. Preferably several times a day and preferably while resting on soft surfaces. If someone stops the rub, nudge them with your nose or swat them in the face until they start rubbing you again.
4. Give in to your cravings – Remember, if you do not occasionally give in to your cravings, you will end up becoming obsessed with your desired delicacy. For some reason, Mommy does not understand my penchant for poop. That is alright, but I must point out, I, on the other hand, am very enlightened and respect all of Mommy’s hankerings for cheese, steak – and even wine.
5. Show your independence – I’ve never understood those dogs that just blindly follow every command. Now, I know all the words Mommy uses with me. I just choose when to listen. It is important to be your own person, especially if you are a woman. Mommy recognizes my "You've got to be kidding look" when she asks me to do something I would rather not do. Especially if it involves leaving a cushy surface.
6. Exercise moderately – I have never been one for extreme exertions. That was always up to my brothers. There is no need to dart from window to window frantically chasing squirrels. For goodness sake, they are outside and can’t be caught. It is going to take a lot more for me to leave my pillow throne. Since I have never overworked my joints and muscles, I move very well now. I am bit worried that Mommy is ignoring this rule since she is training for these silly triathlons. Maybe some good new pillows would convince her otherwise.