Rumpass in Bumpass - Race Report Part 2

My training buddies and I were in the same swim start wave – which was very cool. We eased into the water, chilly, but really not that bad. We went through the previous day's tips and added pouring hot water down our wetsuits – which was incredibly helpful. So much so, that even getting out of and back in the water was no problem.

After a final group hug, our blue cap wave was about to set off. I followed Ironwoman Canada’s directions to start more toward the front of the pack. The swim felt great and I didn’t even mind being close to other racers. The first yellow turn buoy arrived fairly quickly. At this point, I still had two racers on either side of me who had been swimming with me for awhile – so I just continued along with them around the turn.

Stroke, stroke, stroke, sight, don’t see the buoy for awhile.

Stroke, stroke, stroke, sight, still no buoy.

Stroke, stroke, stroke, there is the first buoy ahead.

Stroke, stroke, stroke, sight, look for next buoy.

Notice there are NO swimmers ahead and STOP.

My swim partners kept going while I looked around. Yep, no one was ahead, though a few poor souls had followed us – as we basically had made a U-turn and were heading back to the start. Did I just blow any chance of a PR within the first 10 minutes? Wasn’t my race number supposed to be a good omen? I saw a bunch of blue caps on the correct path and concentrated on narrowing the ever growing gap. Somehow, I caught up with a group of them by the second yellow buoy and, thankfully, managed to stay on course for the rest of the swim. My time was 32:10 – about 40 seconds off my best Olympic swim time – 5/15 in my age group. Considering the extra meters, I was grateful.

In transition, I tried not to dawdle as much as I usually do – and actually did OK – again 5/15 in my age group.

I was excited to get on Patriot Sangria. Before the race, I decided to push the bike – I had an average mph goal in mind if the weather was good and I was feeling strong.

I settled in, ate and drank a bit before the turn to the main road. Then, I gradually built up speed. Since my legs felt good – I tried to figure out that point between what I could maintain with a good push vs. what would be too much. The course was slightly rolling with one climb that was a bit deceiving and a beautiful smooth stretch of road where you could fly. Not many women passed me – and I gradually moved my way up through the crowd, passing a bunch of girls in green team shirts.

Around mile 10, I ran into TRIgirl JS – she looked strong and was having a great bike.

With loop one almost done, I looked for information about loop two. I saw a sign with different arrows pointing to the finish and the second loop.

I swear I followed the right arrow.

But as Devilface wisely commented a few years ago, sometimes you just get race drunk.

I think I sensed something was off – I called out, “Loop 2, Loop 2?” but I don’t think anyone heard me.

Then I see the transition area. Then the dismount line. I slow down and stop.

“Loop 2?”

“This is the finish. You missed it – it is back up by the main road.”

“SH*****TTTT!!!!”

I made it back to the main road to start loop 2 - adding probably a little over a half mile to the day's course. I cringed seeing all those green shirts again - and it took probably another 10 miles to make up lost ground. I was happy that I appeared to be maintaining my pace - maybe it was SuperAnnn's magic candy. I didn't know my overall bike time because I hadn't reset my the trip time (doh) before the race. When race results were posted later, I found out my bike was 1:18:29 - 4/15 in my age group. I met my goal and with a little cushion - especially if factoring in the extra distance!

Pulling in, it was great to see SuperAnnn and Barracuda BL's big smiles.

T2 wasn't quite as good as T1 - 9/15. Maybe because I wasn't nearly so excited about running as I had been about biking!

After leaving transition, it was back onto the trail from earlier in the morning. It was muddy in places - not overgrown, but with a few serious roots sticking up here and there. After pushing on the bike, I definitely felt that wonderful (awful) "brick" feeling - and more pronounced than I'd experienced in a long time.

The run out and backs were mostly on the road, with many rollers. It was getting warm - but still nice and dry - so dumping water felt good and kept me cool for most of the stretches between aid stations.

All the TRIgirls and I were pretty close on the run and we'd see each other on the out and backs. At one point, I told TRIgirl JS that I'd pay someone to do the second loop for me.

I had the Garmin for the run - so I knew my run was averaging at a slower pace than my best for an Oly race. I actually started to feel a little better during the last 2 miles (not that my pace improved at all). Though the last few hundred meters seemed much longer!

Coming around the corner to the finish, I saw and heard our great sherpas cheering. I mustered up a small sprint - and hoped the time I saw on the clock was right. And that the start time was right.

Because if it was...

I found out later my hopes came true. I had a PR - of a whopping 35 seconds - 2:59:28, just barely breaking 3 hours for the first time. Even with my lackluster run of 1:03:12 - 8/15. Overall, I finished 5/15 - with the fourth place finisher beating me by 15 seconds.

All my training buddies had solid races, too. TRIgirl JB shared my need for a compass as she missed a turn on the run and probably did an extra half mile (I'll take extra time on the bike any day vs. the run). And there was some hardware to celebrate! Barracuda BN placed first in his age group and TRIgirl PH finished second in hers. We waited to watch them receive their awards - very cool and impressive glass mugs - while sipping some of SuperAnnn's champagne.

I think all of us were enjoying the day - and we decided to extend it a little longer with a final stop back at TRIgirl JS' home.

For some Rumpus wine and cookies!

Training Update - The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

The Good -

Love my bike. Love my rides. Love my fellow bike riders. Love...OK, you get the picture. Seriously, the bike is going well. Recently I've had great rides with TRIDi, TGCoach CD and Ironwoman Canada.

I always look forward to rides with TRIDi. She is so much stronger than she gives herself credit for - even before factoring in that she is about to graduate from an accelerated business IT program, works full time and is dedicated to her family, kids, dog and friends. Our rides are tough, but always full of fun moments and great conversation.

TGCoach CD kindly agreed to meet with me for a ride before I left for Phoenix. We made this year's first pilgrimmage to Miller's Lane, with her devious hills and cruel teases. TGCoach CD helped me feel more comfortable with my natural tendencies for dealing with traffic and worked my butt off trying to teach me how to attack hills as we rode the Capital One loop a bunch of times. Build up speed, rise off your seat, come out with acceleration.

Ironwoman Canada and I ventured out on her 5 county course this week. She claims riding with me is fine. It is like the third or fourth time she has been on her bike in over two years due to injury and having a baby - though her rockstar abilities were obvious - I don't think she broke a sweat while I panted and gasped for air more times than I want to remember. She made me pull for over half of the ride, giving me pointers for climbing tough Patterson hills and yelling at me to PEDAL when hitting descents I'd normally coast (and brake) through (I learned that bike breaks were reserved for after the workout, not during) - making this training ride with notable winds and tough climbs within seconds of my White Lake half IM race pace.

Now Patriot Sangria's life would be perfect if we could throw in a few bike rides with more TRIgirls (DL, Annn and MS, among others!), Barricudas (BL and BN) - and the rest of the winter posse!

The Bad -

While my swim training has seemingly remained on track, I had a rude awakening during a core workout when I couldn't put my left arm into the correct position for a lat pull exercise because it.would.not.go. Right arm - perfect, left - a mess. My shoulder pain has fluctuated from tolerable to annoying to more uncomfortable than I want to admit - and when Ironwoman Canada told me "This is not good," I scheduled an appointment with Dr. S for this coming Tuesday. All signs are pointing to tendonitis - and I'm hoping that a good cortizone shot will reduce the inflammation so I can build up strength and flexiblity.

The Ugly -

I've been struggling with running since the SF. Though I am gradually upping the distance, my pace is all over the place. The dreaded side stitch from my early running days has returned, usually around mile 2.5. During my t-run yesterday, I tried running up hills for the first time since SF - and it was not fun. I am grateful that my foot is feeling fine, but also realize I've lost some ground and have my work cut out for me for Placid.

Swim Angel

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Way to Sign Up for an Ironman

1. Go On Site.

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

2. Check out the Bike Race Course.

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

3. Check out the Swim Course.

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

4. Check out the Run Course.

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

5. Volunteer.

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

6. Explore the Race Venue.

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

7. Watch the Race.

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

8. Get the Golden Ticket.

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

Hardly a moment of regret

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

Riding the Blue Ridge

A little over a year ago, several brave TRIgirls ventured out to ride the Blue Ridge Mountain Parkway.

I did not join them and basically thought they were crazy. I may have even swore I'd never try that route, especially after hearing some of the ride reports.

Never say never.

One of my goals for 2008 is to be less afraid and more confident riding hills. Which has since involved the equipment change - and some attitude adjustments.

The equipment switch-a-roo did not go quite as planned. While greatly enjoying my first kayaking experience with a few team mates along the lovely North Anna River on Friday, the bike store called to share that the new Dura-Ace set-up had not arrived in time. Thankfully and coincidentally, Coach B was at the store WHILE this was all going on and basically told the bike dudes that they needed to figure something out (thank you, Coach B) - there would be no excuses to avoid the Blue Ridge ride. The bike store hooked me up with some temporary store gear, which seemed fine as I checked it out while cruising up and down the street.

Saturday morning, we met at 5:45 to carpool the twoish hours to the Blue Ridge Mountains. Coach B reminded us to enjoy the view once as drove the Blue Ridge Parkway to our starting point - as we'd be enjoying it in a slightly different mode on our bikes. Ironman JW kindly offered to brave the drive with three other TRIgirls and me.

I dozed off for a bit, but was wide awake as we traversed up the Parkway.

We are supposed to ride THAT?

Steep hills that bordered beautiful mountain views, but seemed forever long in the car with some scary looking curves and steep drops.

Gulp.

There was no turning back, though I had visions of being pulled over on the side of the road waiting for the rest of the crew to come and get me.

The first leg was about 13 and half miles to the Blue Ridge's "mile 0" Visitor's Center. The hills were gradual, tough climbs, but the downhills seemed longer. The ride seemed doable. But I can't say I quite enjoyed it. I didn't know what to expect - the downhills seemed very long, which was scary for the first leg, but also a bit perturbing as to what waited ahead as I needed to turn around and hit the same stretch again in the opposite direction.

The temporary gearing was less than perfect. Big clunks and sputters as I shifted from the big to small chain ring - causing lots of adjustments and loss of what little momentum I had gained.

We regrouped at mile 0 and Coach B wondered where my smile was. I told him I was reserving all comments until the end of the ride.

We headed back up - Coach B rode with me for a bit and gave me lots of good advice and encouragement. The first three miles after the turnaround was a continuous uphill of varying grades. Then a welcome downhill break - then another three to fourish uphill climb that seemed the most challenging of the day. I was not very happy during this stretch. Patriot Sangria's temporary gears were extra clunky when they were pushed to the limits - which was frustrating (maybe, ideally, the first ride with the new gearing would have been less strenuous). I started to plan on calling it a day whenever I finally reached the parking lot. Coach B backtracked a bit during this period and told me that one of his team leaders would not quit and would still do the full 35 mile option. I stayed in "we'll see" mode. TRIgirl SL, who'd been sweeper on the first leg, glided by at one point - and I witnessed true climbing ability. Finally the monster hill - dubbed the oxygen deprivation section by TRIgirls KO and LD was over. The rest of the ride seemed easier, though I was a bit disheartened because any ground I made (which wasn't much) on the uphills, was often tossed aside as team mates whizzed by me on the downhills. I tried to brake only when encountering the steeper descends or more curvy sections, but it was obvious that I was weaker, if that was possible, on the downhills, rather than the uphills.

The second 13.5 miles (1 hour 8 minutes) was tougher than the first (53 minutes), but finally, the parking lot was in sight! We pulled over and regrouped. I would have happily called it a day, had it not been for Coach B's words, TRIgirl KO's promise that the next section wasn't as bad and TRIgirls KB and JB's encouragement to just get the ride done. We headed out - and I really did enjoy the last 9ish miles of more gentle (this had become a relative term) climbs and rolls, ending the day's bike on a good note.

Unbeknown to several of us doing the 35 mile option, many folks planned on doing some or all of the follow-up run the following day. So, TRIgirls JB, KB, KB's husband and sweet dog, Gracie, TBro and I headed out on a nearby trail - which was really a pretty decent hike. TRIgirl KB and I quickly decided a good, one hour, steady walking hike was sufficient vs. trying to run the darn thing (TRIgirl JB said she walked most of it - but was quite a bit ahead of us with the boys). Actually, it was a rare opportunity. I couldn't remember the last time I hiked. We weren't dressed for the occasion in our bike gear - but it was nice to be climbing rocks and leafy trails - with Gracie always looking out for us, making sure we were OK. TRIgirl KB (aka Little Miss Sunshine - perfect nickname for my hiking buddy) chatted and enjoyed the cross training opportunity.

When we arrived back at camp, many of the 35-45 milers were waiting with an impressive food and drink buffet. A little while later, a few of my remaining carpool buddies finished up their runs as the feasters were packing-up their cars and heading back to Richmond.

We enjoyed another little spread together, before hitting a local Bar-B-Que dive for some of the best potato salad I'd ever had. And a little post ride celebratory beverages.

We drove back to town, reliving the ride, tormenting Ironman JW with our girly talk and looking at pictures from TRIgirls' Fave and KO's cameras.

A long day over, some progress on the hill phobia addressed. My pace wasn't great, but I finished the 35 mile option feeling okay. Other than the planned regroupings, I didn't have to stop or walk any of the ride.

Though I still can't imagine attempting this type of ride for 112 miles.

White Lake - Race Report

"...Even the birds were chirping nervously," observed TRIsherpa GG as he recorded the White Lake morning preparations on his digital camera.

After four-five hours of sleep (I think a group of triathlon volunteers were partying it up outside my window till midnight), race morning dawned bright and clear. Our Lake Shore Condo group was organized, efficient and fairly calm. We were only a half mile or so from the start - an easy warm-up as we pedaled our bikes to the transition area. TRIsherpa GG followed in his car with our gear in tow.

I wasn't feeling 100% - there was a heaviness in my chest and sinuses - but the sore throat/cold/allergy attack was better than it had been for the previous few days. Thankfully, my pre-race stomach was fairly calm - only one or two trips to the port-o-potties.

Pre-race, I ran into Guppy KB and many TRIgirls. I am not sure what percentage of women racers were with our crew, but everywhere I turned, there were friendly and familiar faces. Words can't describe how awesome it was to see so many of my team mates in wave 11.

The gun sounded. Since drafting has become less foreign, I was hoping to catch the feet of someone slightly faster than me. Unfortunately, it seemed like the fast group took off quickly, with only a few other women and me straggling along in the middle. Even though I couldn't catch a draft, the first two-thirds of the swim went well. I think I zig-zagged a bit for the last 750. Overall, with a kind current, the swim felt smooth.

Climbing the ladder to exit the water, both calves hinted at cramps, which probably should have signaled a red flag. I looked at my watch and realized Garmin was completely screwed. Jogging to transition, I saw a few strong TRIgirl swimmers preparing for the bike, so I figured my swim was decent.

Since Garmin was not behaving reliably, I was on my own for the rest of the race. I tried not to dawdle too much in TI. Heading off on the bike, I was happy. The course was flat, though the wind was stronger than predicted - up to 20 mph gusts. I pushed a bit when the wind was behind me and cruised along more conservatively during the course's long consecutive stretches with 15-20 mph winds. Yeah, a bunch of guys passed me, but not many women (Okay, I was in the second to last wave, so that may have been a factor). TRIgirl CD DID pass me - like a female Lance, she whizzed by, and all I could do was smile.

Getting off the bike, I was happy, my legs FELT GOOD.

I started the run, the first 3-4 miles seemed fine. Unfortunately, the next 8ish miles were a bit of a cluster. Looking back now, I realize I was trying to hydrate from the outside in vs. the inside out. Historically, nutrition while biking has been more of an issue for me, adjusting during a tough, hot run became an unexpected challenge.

During the White Lake run, I threw towels over my neck, dumped water on my head and consumed half a Gu every two miles. It was hot. And I wasn't handling it well. Though I'd been taught to deal with heat and knew better, my head was not in the game. Why didn't I drink more of the sports drink waiting in my fuel belt bottles - or take in electrolyte tablets? TRIgirl LD was one of the few that had a strong run, dealing with the tough conditions.

Since the splits have not yet been posted, I am guessing that a better than hoped swim, T1, bike or T2 carried me through a 17-18 minute PR - 6:24 overall race time. For this, I am most grateful. My run should have been better. Its lackluster results have taught me a few lessons.

But White Lake's most memorable moments transcended my race.

Did I mention 25ish TRIgirls and Guppy friends were participating in White Lake? Including my awe inspiring travel buddies, TRIgirls BL and SJG?

Or that, for many of my team mates, this was their first half IM?

Can I relate how encouraging it was to see all these fabulous, strong women on the course? High fives and encouraging words more frequent then the aid stations?

How my allergy woes were quickly put into perspective by the battles TRIgirls KB, KG, CD and Annnn confronted?

What about the brave, determined TRIgirl who persevered through her fears during a swim that would have left me handing over my chip at T1? Who may have not officially finished the 70.3 within the allotted time, but whose spirit deserved the biggest medal of all?

These were the moments that truly turned White Lake Pink.

The Taper

I first learned about “the taper” when joining TRIgirls a few years ago. After hearing the promises of reduced training, I remember being surprised to see workouts on the schedule during the days leading up to those initial sprint triathlons or 10Ks. My visions of lounging on the couch for two weeks with Ben & Jerry as my main training companions were quickly replaced with preperation planning, hydrating - and runs, bikes, swims.

Obviously, I didn’t “get it.”

For Eagleman, the taper was a little more noticeable – on paper anyway. But I was so worked up with nerves and excitement, that though I conceptually understood the idea, I still wasn't getting it.

IMFL gave me my first real taste of the taper. The week or two before the race, I felt energized. I wished for a few more longer workouts – but resisted because it was taper time. And it worked, I had a great race (for me).

With White Lake just a week and half-away, I am doing better recognizing the signs that the taper is near. I was pleased with how I did during Ironwoman Canada's last Masters class – 14 100s on tough intervals interspersed throughout the workout – and I actually hit them all. This past weekend’s long bike with TRIgirls SS, SD, MW and KB included a decent negative split for the last 38 of the 78 miles – and my legs felt strong afterwards (my shoulders and neck a little less so).

In the next few days, the workouts will begin easing off.

The only temptation causing me heartache is the Eastern Shore bike scheduled for this coming weekend. I loved this ride (other than the last 15-20 miles) last year and Saturday’s weather looks terrific. After this past weekend’s great ride, I can’t wait for the next longer excursion with Patriot Sangria. Some of my team mates training for Brazil will be cycling 100 miles. I’ve resigned myself to not being able to join them for the entire distance, but was really hoping for a 50 mile ride.

Unfortunately, a half century distance is not on my schedule and I’ve been hearing some “feedback” about my plans. I’m trying to figure out ways it could work (what if the last 25 miles were leisurely?).

But the verdict is still out.

Monument 10K Race Report

Prologue...

Sitting down to write this race report, I realized I haven't blogged much about my running lately.

Between a few changes in perspective, some encouraging training sessions - and the cooler weather, the past six months were scattered with new pace goals and PRs.

Reflecting back, I think I've been afraid to jinx it. Maybe these were fluke training sessions. It seemed premature to put it out there in black and white. My running was improving?

Now, before any ridiculous ideas start crossing your mind, please know, I am still slow.

But possibly a little less slow.

The Report...

Starting the season with a running race was a relief. The night before, even with packing my bag with numerous options for the weather, getting ready wasn't a big deal. I filled two bottles with Gatorade, picked out my running clothes and clipped my number to my fuel belt.

The day before included an early morning long swim and a late evening bike. I slept well (except for waking up a few times to loud, torrential downpours that I hoped would be gone by morning) and woke feeling fairly rested.

Thankfully, the worst of the rain did pass. Race morning was cloudy, humid, drizzly, damp, but no thunderstorms.

I drove to TRIgirl BL's house. She and her husband drove us to TRIgirl SJG's house. We grabbed garbage bags to keep us dry for the mile-ish walk to the race start.

We ran into a bunch of TRIgirls (over 60 TRIgirls were participating) - and went through the usual last minute search for port-o-potties. Then it was off to find our wave, where tons of women in pink were already clustered together.

TRIgirl BL and I had been discussing our race plan for a few days. We'd settled on aiming for 9:30 for mile 1, then taking off five seconds per mile for the next 4 miles, then one final pick-up for the last 1.2 miles.

Given my running history - and that last year's 10K was a 1:01:26 - a smidgen under a 10 minute mile pace - this was an ambitious plan. I dropped my prediction to 58:30 from 59:00 for the TRIgirl contest to see which team could come closest to their estimates.

Our wave gradually made its way to the start. We hit the mats and TRIgirl BL and I began weaving through the crowd for the first half mile, looking for openings. Once we found a decent place to settle in, we noticed TRIgirl LD was right there with us.

The three of us ran almost the whole race together. First mile, felt good, pace was fast - 9:18. Revised our plan - hold 9:15ish for the next few miles. Mile 2, still felt good, 9:11. Mile 3, going along fine, 9:16. Mile 4, not bad, 9:02. Mile 5, 9:16. It was time to pick-up the pace and my race started to get hard. TRIgirl BL encouraged me as I fell back a few feet (thank you, TRIgirl BL). Having to go to the bathroom did not help. I was soon keeping up again, but barely. Mile 6, 8:56. Last .2, TRIgirl LD sprinted ahead. TRIgirl BL and I crossed the finish line, I was one second behind her - at an 8:24 pace.

Overall race time - 57:05 according to the official results.

A PR of about 4 minutes and 20 seconds since last year and 2 minutes from any runs this year.


Epilogue...

The rest of the day was a blur of TRIgirl activity. We found the rest of our teammates and heard others' stories of great races and PRs. We had a champagne toast at TRIgirl Annn's (with perfect post race nutrition - chocolate covered marshmallows and bananas - YUMMM). Then it was off to TRIgirl AM's housewarming party. The evening wrapped up with our half IM dinner - which was fun and very informative.

It was a great race - and a great day. I owe much to TRIgirls, Ironwoman Canada (who called me after the race and said next year would be 55:00!) and my teammates.

Thanks to them...

I am still not fast.

But possibly a little faster.

The Season Starts!

Tomorrow, with the Monument Avenue 10K!

Even though the weather predictions are gloomy (scattered thunderstorms), I am antsy for the first race of the season.

I am happy to be one of many Richmond ladies who'll be fortunate enough to debut new TRIgirl SkirtSports.


I am hoping to keep pace with my training buddy, TRIgirl BL, and our ambitious goals.

I am looking forward to sharing the race with my TRIgirl Team, the Pink Panthers.

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Sultan: A flaw?
Gem dealer 2: The slightest flaw, your excellency.
Gem dealer 1: If you look deep into the stone, you will perceive the tiniest discoloration. It resembles an animal.
Sultan: An animal?
Gem dealer 1: A little panther.
Sultan: Yes! A pink panther. Come here, Dala. A gift to your father from his grateful people. Some day it will be yours.

So tomorrow, to my Pink Panthers (and all TRIgirls), Shine on like the fabulous gems you are!

Best of Both Worlds

TRIgirls could easily undertake this type of training camp.

Though it seems this clip is missing the most important feature????

Future Fly Girl?

Tonight's Masters class was flippin' great.

I love our Lane of Joy II. All the mean boys (well, just one really) have been replaced by nice girls. TRIgirl JH has joined us. TRIgirl BL was back from her Pirate Anniversary, looking tan and fit. TRIgirl Fave and I took turns drafting off both of them. TRIgirl KO deserted us for another lane and TRIgirl SQ, though spotted in the locker room, was MIA from the LoJ2. We did have another new female swimmer join us - who said we were the best lane - we worked hard, but were the most polite, encouraging and supportive.

Exactly!

Ironwoman Canada's whiteboard for the evening included an interesting mix of drills, speedwork and other strokes.

Which leads me to a reticent announcement...

I think I could like butterfly.

I don't have it quite right yet - and it completely wipes me out.

But there is something about it that I really enjoy.

Back stroke frustrates me. I am constantly getting water in my face and can't seem to figure out where the pull belongs, not to mention I seem to zig zag across the lane like a pinball.

Breast stroke is fine, but I do feel kind of dorky and froggish.

But, as TRIgirl JH pointed out tonight, there are moments when doing fly, you can feel like a dolphin.

I like that analogy.

What Should TRIgirl 40 Do?

Oh my, I have a dilemma.

Coach G posted the following on our forum the other day:

ChesapeakeMan Aquavelo
Saturday September 27
2.4 mile swim
112 mile bike https://www.tricolumbia.org/ChesapeakeMan/

Sweet! Tempting! After preparing for the Chesapeake Bay swim, the swim training will seem like a breeze. I wanted to do a bunch of centuries on the bike this summer, anyway. How fun would it be to participate with the TRIgirls using this race as IMFL training?

And, oh happy day, no run!

The problem. It is one week before MightyMan.

I don't think I can do both (though folks, who shall remain nameless, but have done a marathon the week after Ironman, may disagree). I'll be taking this to friends, training buddies, coaches and family members for their thoughts...

Do I want to be a ChesapeakeMan or a MightyMan?

How crazy would it be to become a MightyChesapeakeMan?

The New Lane of Joy

Ironwoman Canada stirred things up a bit at yesterday's Masters class.

First, instead of sequentially placing us in the pool from slowest to fastest, she re-orged the lanes. The Lane of Dread, normally the 3rd lane, was moved to the 5th lane, typically occupied by the second fastest swimmers (who seem to have a completely different workout than a bunch of us). I have no idea where those guys ended up - but it was kind of neat to not feel so obviously "ranked."

Second, she placed more TRIgirls in the Lane of Dread. I think out of the six or seven swimmers - 2/3 were TRIgirls. TRIgirls Fave and KO have joined me in the Lane of Dread before (and have kindly let me draft off them) - but I was so happy for TRIgirl SQ, who, I believe, completed her first entire Masters in the LoD, with much more grace and speed than my initial attempts.

Thanks to them, the Lane of Dread might need to be renamed - it might need to be called the new Lane of Joy.

We've got a few more TRIgirls who are on the verge of graduating. Soon the Lane of Dread Lane of Joy II, will be the "IT" place to be.

Happy Valentine's Day!

This morning my husband left waiting for me what might be my most favorite Valentine's gift ever:

I just can't stop smiling looking at this cuddly bear with the cutest pink workout attire and accessories.

Thank you, hubby!

Decision Made (For Me)

Due to the extraordinary temptations by several TRIgirls, a few days ago, I started to rethink my decision to skip the Shamrock Half marathon this year. TRIgirl BL said we could pace each other and TRIDi offered me a place to stay. TRIgirls CD, DL, Annnn and TRIJones enticed me with further bribes and promises that made the race sound almost fun. I even threw in a little 9ish mile run with TRIgirl BL this weekend to see how it would feel.

So, I checked my calendar, consulted my training schedule and went to the website to register.

"The Shamrock Half-Marathon Registration is now closed. We have reached our maximum limit."

And, in case the crazy thought crossed anyone's mind, there is no chance I'm signing up for the full. I must stick to my resolution of only doing a full marathon if it is part of an Ironman.

So I'll be cheering all you green and pink racers from afar!

I Heart Masters Class

As much as I've always recognized Masters class was good for my swimming, I have to admit I've often found myself driving to it with mixed emotions. I looked forward to seeing Ironwoman Canada and working out with my friends (TRIgirls are literally taking over the pool - sometimes occupying up to 2-3 lanes!). But, the 6:30 pm start time meant most weeks I'd just finished a stressful day at work. There have been several occasions I've had to use all my willpower to not allow my car to take me home instead of the Y.

Then there was the apprehension of being the slowest. And looking like a spaz during drills. And feeling the panic and discomfort when gasping for air during sprints.

But this year has been different. I'm finding that even if I arrive to class a bit weary and tired - within a few minutes of swimming I am happy again - and enjoying most of the sets.

Yesterday, for whatever reason, I really liked the workout. Maybe because it was the first time I came within 50 meters of doing the entire swim practice posted. Yes, I stayed a few extra minutes and drafted off the super strong TRIgirl BL - but I finished my longest distance in Masters class to date - 2750 meters.

Or maybe it was because I found myself (almost) looking forward to the change of pace when we hit the sprint sets. Interspersed between 300s and 100s were 3 sets of 6x25 sprints. I remember, not so long ago, when doing 1 set of 4x25 sprints just about did me in. (OK, I have to fess up here - one of my 6x25s was actually a 4x25 - hence the missed 50 - I ended up getting behind a confused swimmer and Ironwoman Canada let me sit out for 2 25s until the group caught up.)

But maybe it all just comes down to mere emotions. Like this year's "believe" theme. Or a sense of accomplishment vs. frustration. Or rediscovering, that as the pieces gradually come together, underneath it all, I just truly love to swim.

What's Next?

Though I haven’t experienced any of the “blues” that I’ve heard can hit people after finishing an Ironman – coming back to this blog has been a little weird.

The “Journey to Ironman” title didn’t seem right anymore. Nor did my profile. The training details were the workouts that got me to IMFL. All the 2007 races were over.

So I made a few quick changes and will be working on other blog updates over the next few weeks. Maybe it is time to waken my limited creative juices during this off season. Design a custom new banner. Play with a few new sections.

Alas, a new 2008 race schedule is needed. The biggies I am most excited about are White Lake Half (with many TRIgirls), 4.4 Chesapeake Swim (after a nerve wracking few days of waiting for my lottery ticket to win!) – and probably MightyMan (an extra bonus will be if my brother, sister-in-law and their close friend, Mundy, sign-up as a relay (hint, hint)). I am guessing there will be a few other races – like the Monument 10K and possibly the Shady Grove or Sandman Sprints.

There will be no IM listed. I couldn’t bring myself to register for IMFL 2008 before I knew what would happen this year. A few TRIgirls worked hard to convince me IM Brazil should be on my schedule – but May seemed too soon. The biggest temptation was the new November 2008 IMAZ that opened up this week. But, after much thought, it just didn’t seem right – I need to give my family – and my wallet – a break. I’ll most likely be going this year – but it will be as a volunteer.

And IMAZ 2009 is looking really good. The new date fits nicely for training. My parents, who’ve become big IM cheerleaders, said they would go. A close friend is moving to Phoenix in January – so I’ll have the perfect excuse to justify a few visits.

My journey to my first Ironman is complete. And between the energy surge from finishing an IM and the promise of new challenges, I believe a few pretty, flippin' (love that word, TRIgirl CD) amazing, new experiences may lay beyond.

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.

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.