Race Report - Rumpus in Bumpass

Geez, I am so out of the loop with blogging. I remember finishing races, thinking about the highlights or blunders I'd post about.

But yes, I did race - and yes, I had a rumpusing time.

Race eve kicked off with a trip to Bumpass for packet pick-up with MollyMary. It was hot and windy - and Lake Anna looked more choppy than I'd ever seen it. We did one easy loop of the bike course and a transition run (which I complained about the entire time). Then, I jumped in the chilly water for a quick swim to test my new wetsuit and to try to remember what open water swimming felt like.

Back at home, the Traffic Connoisseur and Rainbow kindly stopped by to share a nutritious and delicious pre-race dinner (TC's yummy Roman Pasta). Rainbow made a wonderful salad - and TC brought the wine. We had a lovely meal, sitting outside, until poor Rainbow's allergies flared up.

Can I tell you how much I love a 10:00 race start? I slept well and woke up around 7:00 to enjoy a leisurely breakfast before heading back up to Lake Anna.

Upon arrival, the water was still looking rough. I ran into MollyMary, MaryMolly and the Barracudas - who were also racing. Soon after, SuperAnnn and JenBo arrived. Their Super Sherpa duties started with magic candy to supplement my bento box and bottles filled with warm water to take the chill off the swim start.

I was very relaxed - and given my last few weeks of training - my goal was to have fun - and maybe push the bike.

With the horn sending my wave off, the race started. The choppiness was annoying. It seemed to take a long time to reach the first buoy. Things eased up after the first turn - and I felt like I was sighting well (unusual for me) and getting into a swimming grove. Given that my pool times have been improving and hearing the hoots and hollers coming from SuperAnnn and JenBo - I figured I must have had a great swim.

Until I got out of the water and saw my time - close to 35 minutes. Probably my worst Olympic distance time other than my first attempt at Naylor's! Really couldn't do anything besides chuckle.

Off on the bike, I circled the two loop course. Though windy in stretches, I still felt good (and checking in with my bike computer reassured me that I was actually having a solid ride). My Super Sherpas encouraged me with their huge cheers on both loops. Close to my best bike - I came in right around 1:15.

As always, I'd love to end my race (and blog post) here, but there's that dang run.

The day had heated up, but it was still nice run weather - the strong wind finally providing some relief. The rolling two loop course was what I remembered, with each of the out and back stretches on the main road (done twice) seeming way longer than 2.6 miles.

I stuck to my plan of having fun - meaning I didn't worry about my slow pace or walking a few hills. And 1:04 later, feeling better during that last 1/4 mile than I did for the entire run, I crossed the finish line - 14 seconds shy of a PR and just under 3 hours total.

And I'll take that.

SuperAnnn and JenBo had special surprises at the finish - a birthday tiara, cupcake and champagne. I can't thank them enough for all their kindness and support. Much thanks to Super Annn and her tri photographer Dad for my favorite race montage:

Post race, we spent a few hours relaxing in the fading sun on JenBo's beach. Then I headed back home to meet up with the Barracudas for an evening full of great wine, food and conservation.

All in all - a wonderful day, full of amazing friends, a fun race...

and the bestest birthday!

The Year of Fun Races Kick-Off

Last fall, the Traffic Connoisseur invited a few friends to race the Virginia is for Lovers 14K in memory of a good family friend, John Kainer, the namesake for her son.

And if you know the Traffic Connoisseur and her friends - you would have also immediately signed up for this race - it was bound to be great fun - in addition to being for a good cause.

So while unprecedented snowy weather interfered with many outdoor runs since Christmas, making the 14K my longest run since Placid, I was still looking forward to kicking off Valentine's weekend on Friday by getting together with the girls for some pre-race festivities. Several friends had driven down to the beach a little earlier, but the Traffic Connoisseur and I soon caught up with them at Abbey Road Pub, where I must say, some impressive carbo loading was underway.

Yep, this was my kind of run.

So we chowed down on some evil greasy pub fare, before heading to the hotel - SuperAnnn had found an amazing deal at an Oceanfront Marriot. The party continued at our suite, where we found that SuperAnnn had supplemented our race packets with cupid wings, halos, crowns, boas and heart tattoos - which we tried on instead of preparing our gear. We watched the Olympic Opening Ceremonies as the Traffic Connoisseur and Pink's #1 Brunette Fan kept filling our glasses. The rumor of the race being cancelled due to snow wasn't sounding too bad.

The next morning, we woke up to something that looked like a PG scene from "The Hangover." We also found that JenBo was hit hard with a horrible stomach flu or food poisoning. As we somewhat reluctantly started to accept that the race would go on as scheduled since there were just a few flurries swirling around, we heard that Pink's #1 Blond Fan was also suffering from major stomach issues.

Those of us lucky enough to escape illness, quietly tucked in the patients, then snuck out to grab a quick cup of coffee. At 7:40, we realized we should head out to the 8:00 race. We barely made it in time - the race had kicked off as we were walking to the start line.

Patty Who Hits SuperAnnn was somewhere in the crowd, with the sweet son of her long term friend. Since the group had different goals for the race, we were all kind of on our own at the race start.

Wearing my cupid wings, crown, boa and heart tattoo, I loved seeing lots of other decorated racers - donning everything from Valentine antennae to boxer shorts. It felt different - but very fun - to be part of the silliness.

After the first few miles, I spotted another set of cupid wings out of the corner of my eye. The Traffic Connoisseur had caught me and kindly ran along with me for the next few miles. Between my huffing and puffing we admired the fun race signs. She ducked out for a bit during one of the loops, but we met up again to check out "Cupcake Curve," grabbing a frozen brownie bite to go.

The snow started to come down more heavily toward the end of the race - as we followed the route around the amphitheater. The course would have been pretty boring - but the race directors really did an impressive job keeping it interesting. The Traffic Connoisseur was a great pacer and had me moving during the last few miles. The group soon found each other and we shivered congratulatory hugs. We headed over to the beer tent to celebrate - though I gave Patty Who Hits Annn most of my beer. Now if only they served wine post race.

It seemed to be getting colder and colder - so we decided to forgo the second beer. Thankfully, both our sick friends were starting to feel at least a little bit better.

Oh, and yeah, this was a race right? I hadn't worn a watch (though I did happen to bring sneakers from two different sets, thankfully for different feet, too), so I didn't know my time until later in the day. Turns out I had a solid race - 9:44 pace - which is my fastest for anything over a 10K. I've never done a 14K before, so we can even call it a PR.

And more importantly - a super fun start to the 2010 season.

Giant Acorn Olympic - Race Report

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

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

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

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

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

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

And what a bike it was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or just signing up for aqua bikes!

White Lake - Race Report

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!

Rumpass in Bumpass - Race Report Part I

Race eve, I felt incredibly fortunate to have the opportunity to spend the evening at TRIgirl JS's amazing home - about 40 minutes from where I live - but only 10 minutes from the race venue. Set in a gorgeous rural setting, I coveted her stars, porches and peace - not to mention her family built beautiful house.

When I arrived, TRIgirl JS and SuperAnnn greeted me in the driveway. A few hugs later, we leerily drove off to the race site for registration - and to brave the Lake Anna waters. We checked out the run course - which was a little more rolling than I expected - and TRIgirl JS noted that this was a recently posted new course. The previous route would have been much flatter. Sigh.

It was April 17th - and it happened to be my birthday. Though I did not realize it right away, my race number was 42 - my new age. Good luck? mojo? kismet? or just a cool race director? I didn't know, but it was a fun coincidence. I'd be racing on the first day after my birthday with 42s on my arms, thighs - and my calf!

A few weeks ago, TRIgirl JS, PH. JB and SuperAnnn attempted the swim course - surviving about five strokes total due to frigid temperatures. The week or two leading up to the race was tenuous - with worries (for me, anyway) of a possible switch to a duathlon (run, bike, run).

With TRIgirl JS' cold water research tips and SuperAnnn's sherpa thoughtfulness, we ventured into Lake Anna. Cold? Heck yeah, but doable. We were all very relieved that the water had warmed a bit and the tips made a difference.

We set off to meet up with TRIgirl JB for a yummy pre-race dinner - at a lovely country "tavern" with stone walls, ambient lighting and a cozy, comfortable atmosphere. My plate (and wine glass) were practically clean by the end of the meal.

After dinner, it was back to the house as TRIgirl PH was due to arrive. Lots more laughs, a little more wine and some race preparations later, it was time to go to bed. I slept well and woke up at 7:00 - loving being able to leisurely get ready as the race did not start until 10:00.

Everyone seemed relaxed and in good spirits. The morning flew by - with some new race preparations - such as filling a few bottles with hot water and loading a kayak in SuperAnnn's car.

By the time we arrived at the race site, the air temperature was warm and the sun was strong. It was a perfect day weather wise - clear, blue skies and not much wind. The run would be a little warm compared to what we were all accustomed to at this point in the season, but thankfully, there was no humidity.

SuperAnnn headed in one direction with kayak in tow while TRIgirl JS and I headed in the other. We had a decent walk to transition, that included the 200-300 yards of off-road trail that was part of the run course.

Within minutes, we ran into the Barricudas. Barricuda BL was sidelined with a hip injury but came out to sherpa. With 42s written all over my body, I set up transition. My rack seemed fairly spacious and easy to find.

Finally, it was time to put our wetsuits on and "let the wild 'Rumpass' start!"

And the Rest of the Story

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

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

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

Just in case I would feel like doing the half.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Again, just in case.

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

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

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

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

But, boy, was it warm and humid.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Congrats to all who race this weekend!

4.4 Mile Great Chesapeake Bay Swim

Before getting into the details. I finished. TRIgirl JH, too. Without a wetsuit I might add!

I am glad I didn't write this race report right after the swim. Reflecting for a bit has helped me gain some insight.

The swim was hard. Much harder than I thought it would be.

Physically tough, yes. But, what I've come to realize, mentally even more so.

I went into the race thinking it would be long, leisurely swim, kind of like what the Cap to Cap was for the bike a few weeks ago.

I'd be able to cruise along since I wouldn't have to worry about sighting - not with such a huge bridge surrounding me.

I thought it would be like swimming two extra loops on the beautiful IMFL course.

I was wrong.

I didn't sleep very well the night before. I was excited and nervous, but not really in a bad way. Though the race didn't start until 10:00, I woke up around 6:30 to eat a PBJ, down some coffee - and then drive over to the finish where shuttle buses waited (well, where we waited and waited for the shuttles) to take us back over the bridge to the start. Many standing in the bus line were sporting swim club or college shirts. There were a few tri tees and ironman tattoos - but you could tell - this was a group of serious swimmers.

Then more waiting. Thankfully, TRIgirl JH and a few other new friends helped the time go by until the pre-race meeting. The race director shared tips about the current (thank goodness I listened). Anyone not able to stay within the span of bridges would be quickly escorted out of the water.

It was hot (The heat index would be 110 degrees - and I thought about TRIgirl SE who was about 30 miles away racing Eagleman). Pulling the wetsuit over my sweaty body was tiring. TRIgirl JH and I dunked ourselves in the water. The bay felt great. It looked calm. Little swells here and there, but no whitecaps or noticeable chop. Then it was time to end the warm-up - for the official mass beach start. I stayed back and let the aggressive swimmers go ahead. For awhile, I kept up with a group of swimmers.

We swam from the beach to where the pylons opened up. Everything was going well. Swimming under the bridge was surreal and awesome - looking up and seeing the huge structure - and then looking ahead and seeing nothing but more bridge and water. I was feeling good and strong until the first mile buoy (the only one I would see for the day). Right around that time I started to notice the current. It seemed to be intensifying, gradually pushing me to the left. I continued swimming. Being a predominately right side breather, I didn't notice how close I was to being off course - until I stopped and turned to the left. Yikes. I swam furiously to be more in the middle again. As TRIgirl JH said - it was like an endless pool - a treadmill of water. The next mile became a battle to not be pushed out again. I would focus on pylon after pylon at a 45 degree angle and sight. Every once in awhile I'd look forward - and could tell just how crablike my body was positioned.

I was pulling - hard - not to go fast - but to just keep moving along. It seemed like forever. Kayakers were everywhere, which was reassuring. Swimmers were nowhere, which was not. I stopped and talked to a kind kayaker who was cruising along next to me. I was worried maybe I wasn't going to make the second mile cut-off. She told me I was fine and well within the cut-off - the second mile was just ahead. Back to swimming, stroke after stroke. Around this time, I saw the first cap from the "fast wave." He was way ahead of the rest of his group - and cut through the water with grace and ease.

The current was supposed to be completely calm in the middle before switching directions. It did ease up a bit, but hung around until almost the third mile (around the time I paused to chat with another kayaker). I didn't perceive much of a break at all. Then the push to the right began.

At least it was easier to keep track as I was breathing to the right. With minor adjustments here and there, I was swimming fairly straight. Finally a few more caps from my wave.

Left arm, right arm, pull, pull, pull. I felt the effects of the current fighting in my arms. Every so oftern, I'd kick harder to give my arms a break. I looked ahead - yay - land - time to leave the span and swim back in, right? I asked a kayaker where the turnout was, he replied, "Not for awhile, you still have another mile left before you head out."

What?

Another mile!

But the shore is RIGHT there?

I went from excited to deflated. And went back to swimming. The current was still annoying, but familiar - and a few larger swells were giving me nice little rides.

Then, the most beautiful big pink and blue buoy - it was time to leave the bridge span.

And about another quarter mile of swimming until the finish line.

I remembered that a swimmer before the race had told me that at this point, you could walk into the beach if needed. I put my feet down and touched the sandy bottom. Standing up for a few minutes felt great. I ran a few steps and went back to swimming. For the first time in hours, the current was gone - just easy swimming. Ahhh, a tiny taste of what I'd been hoping for all morning long.

And finally, I stood up for good and crossed the timing mats. I felt dazed and tired. The clock read 3:15. I'd hoped to finish in under 3 hours. 562/602 swimmers. Back at the bottom of the list!

But the race I'd envisioned was much different than reality. I was grateful to have finished at all.

My head was throbbing, probably from no food or drink. I grabbed some water, found my gym bag and threw on a pair of shorts. Looking for some food - I ran into TRIgirl JH and her family! She had finished a few minutes before me. Her family was so supportive and kind. Her kids, so proud. Her thoughtful mom even bought a 4.4 swim sticker for me (thank you!!!).

We compared notes - and nearby swimmers chimed in. It had been a tough year. One woman said this was her eleventh swim - and though she was in better shape, this was her second slowest time.

If you asked me yesterday - and a few folks did - I would have told you the Great Chesapeake Bay Swim was an amazing accomplishment, but I wouldn't do it again.

But now, a day later, I think I might. Maybe not 2009, but a couple years out.

Next time, I'll know what to expect.

To pack for battle instead of vacation.

Race Report - Route 66 Olympic

brrrring, Brrrring, BRRRRING.

The wake-up call sang out to me Sunday morning around 5:15.

"I really wouldn't mind if it is raining so I can roll right back over" was the first thought in my mind as I looked out the window to see a clear, dark morning mocking me.

So, instead, I stretched out for a few minutes before resigning myself that there was no excuse to skip the day's race.

No nerves, nothing to really do, I dressed, grabbed my gear - and met up with three other co-workers - all guys (and a fabulous sherpa girlfriend).

One coworker and I joked about how easily we could be convinced to find a rich 'ol, fattening, yummy breakfast - until we were split up by the more dedicated and motivated of the bunch to head over, once again, to El Reno Lake.

The drive - and company - helped my mood. I progressed from "I don't want to do this" to "I guess I have to do this" to "I'll do this and think of it as a training day." The open water exposure would be a good warm-up for next weekend - and the rest of the race would help burn off the abundance of conference calories waiting for me. I'd left my Garmin at home by accident - and knew that without a watch there wouldn't be much of a way to really keep track of how I was doing.

We arrived at the race site. It was humid, but overcast and less windy. The water was calm.

The coworkers I raced with were awesome - I think we were more concerned with helping each other than anything else.

"Need some body glide?"

"Want a tray to wash your feet?"

"Do you have an extra towel?"

The race announcer seemed a bit...grumpy from the previous day. He chastised us about the record number of penalties given out at the previous day's Sprint. He warned us that he did not want a repeat of yesterday's swim - and if anyone was even remotely uncomfortable in open water, he'd let them race in the "Land Lovers" category.

We all headed down to the lake as the race was a mass start. After my coworkers and I gave each other last high fives - I headed to the back of the pack. The gun sounded and we were off. The water was very murky - similar to the James River. If there were any fish or debris, I couldn't see it.

I soon realized I probably shouldn't have started quite so far back. Big, oblivious men created a road block as I tried to settle in. One particularly annoying guy would not let me pass as he criss-crossed in front of me while I tried to swim around him. I gave up on keeping a path close to the buoys and veered off to the outskirts of the course. There, I finally started to find my groove.

Exiting the water, one volunteer unzipped my wetsuit, another pulled me up to the race exit - and after a short run, a couple more helped strip off my wetsuit (how cool was THAT at an Olympic distance race???!!!). Going into transition, I checked the clock - 31:10.

And I smiled - a nice 6-7 minute gain from my past Olympic PR swim.

In transition, I started to prepare for the bike. One of my coworkers exited the swim and since we were racked together, we spent some time trading stories.

I breathed a sigh of relief starting the bike. There was wind, but not nearly as bad as the day before. Still, I was only cautiously optimistic. Three days in Oklahoma had taught me that the winds tended to pick up throughout the day.

My luck held out. Just a steady, reasonable crosswind for the entire bike. I passed through the same course as the previous day, then hit the race hills. I'd worried about the race climbs, but they were really just a series of long rollers. Four each way on the out and back of the extra 13ish miles. The worst part of the bike was a valley between two climbs, with a particularly bumpy asphalt pot hole patch, further complicated by the array of abandoned water bottles.

Pulling into transition, I met up with two other coworkers for a couple of minutes as we got ready for the run. Trying to do the math when checking the race clock, my bike time looked decent - about 1:22 for 25 miles. A noticable pacing improvement from the previous day's relay.

I started the run. It was humid, warm - but overcast for the first three miles. The run was a two loop out and back, with about half of each leg on packed dirt. No shade, but nice views of the lake.

I swear the 1.6ish legs seemed way longer. I walked all the water stops as the humidity was getting to me. One coworker, who was competing in the "Land Lover" category, ran by and was quickly out of sight. My other coworkers and I trudged along, giving each other high fives, as the sun started to heat up the course a bit more.

Finally the second loop was ending and the finish was in sight. My fastest Olympic tri run at 1:01:30ish.


Was I reading the clock right - did it say 3 hours and 40 seconds? An overall PR of about 19 minutes and PRs for all three legs - swim, bike and run? TRIgirl CD had predicted it a few days ago, but I hadn't believed her. I was never more happy to be wrong.

And oh, that 40 seconds. Had I known just 40 seconds would stand between me and a sub 3 hour race, my transitions may not have looked like this:



Yes, out of all women, I finished LAST in both T1 and T2.

Overall I was very happy - the day turned out well. Racing with my coworkers was very cool. We cheered each other across the finish line. One lifted me in a big bear hug to celebrate.

We took pictures, ate - and packed up our gear as storm clouds started to come through.






Only later I would learn, after the results were posted online, I placed first in my age group.

Now there were only five people in my age group.

But I can't deny it felt very cool to see my name at the top of the list instead of the bottom!

Race Report - Route 66 Sprint - Saturday's Relay

First, some background.

This weekend's triathlon doubleheader was thanks to my company's incredible CEO. A year or so ago, he was bitten by the tri-bug. Since, then, he has promoted wellness and exercise through company-wide programs, including coordinating tri competitions during this year's annual conference. I am so fortunate and grateful to work for corporate executives who, not only offer outstanding medical benefits, but also promote a healthy and active lifestyle.

Over 50 (of about 470ish employees across the nation) participated in yesterday's Route 66 Sprint Triathlon. Most signed up for a relay leg, but a few were undertaking their first sprint distance race.

A bus was waiting at 5:45 race morning to take our group to El Reno. I can't imagine the thoughts of those who watched our crew (about 20% of the day's participants) disembark the bus and grab bikes from a UHaul.

Knowing a few folks were newbies, I offered help, such as gently telling coworkers that race chips belonged around ankles vs. wrists.

Remembering the shock of open water compared with pool swimming, I encouraged my relay swim partner to test out El Reno lake, a very murky body of water, with a strong current.

We swam a few strokes before I realized she was trying to swim freestyle with her head completely above the water. Then she was panicking. She did not think she could do the swim.

I tried to conjure up every tip I'd ever learned about feeling comfortable in the water. We worked on swimming to and from landmarks closer to shore and where we could always touch the bottom. She was doing better.

Soon, after, the race started. This was my first relay (bike leg) so I watched with a bunch of coworkers from the shore. Right from the gun, the panic was apparent and the kayakers rescued a few racers before they reached the first buoy. The boats brought in about 20 racers - but I did not see my coworker. I breathed a cautious sigh of relief and headed to transition to wait for her.

The first wave racers were pulling in, as well as some relay racers from my company. Suddenly, my coworker was at my side. She asked for assistance at the second buoy - and was pulled in by a rescue boat. Officially DQed, but still excited - she had made her personal goal to swim to the second buoy.

Fumbling for a second about whether we could still continue as a relay team, we switched the chip anklet and I grabbed Patriot Sangria.

Off to ride the 12ish worst miles I'd ever encountered.

There were small rolling hills.

And the strongest wind I've ever encountered. Not just an occasional wicked gust or two - but a constant crosswind that challenged my ability to stay aero - a battle I often lost as Patriot Sangria was being blown across the road. The last, long gradual hill back to transition seemed treacherous as it was smack into the ridiculous headwind.

Twelve and a half miles on the bike took me about 44 minutes.

In transition, I happily handed the chip to our team's runner - who rocked the 5k in about 29 minutes!

I loved watching my fellow employees race - for many this was their first triathlon. Their pride, excitement and joy left me exhilerated. I heard more than once about "next time."

We traded stories about the day.

We watched several teams (somehow even mine) receive awards.

We celebrated.

It was incredible.

Though I can't say I was very excited about the next day's Olympic race - and grappling with 25 miles of Oklahoma wind.

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.

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.

So Maybe I am NOT a Trail Runner

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Naylor's Beach - Race Report

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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