Ironman Florida - Race Report - Finally, The Finish

With Alvin’s in sight, I passed the last aid station.

One mile left.

A year of training.

244,100 meters swam.

2,683 miles biked.

687 miles ran.

So many lessons learned.

For the first time in the race, I was having a real conversation with another runner, more than just a "Looking strong" or "Great job". About a quarter mile till the finish - I decided we should both have our own moment when hitting the banner. I picked up my pace a little and told this sweet, first time IMer "Congratulations, Ironman!" But I held back, too. I wanted to savor the last few minutes.

Soon, I was in my own space surrounded by a wildly cheering crowd. I looked around to see who they were yelling for - and realized they were going crazy for each and every racer - including me. Waving to people calling out my name, the finish line was just yards away. I caught my Dad and brother walking toward the finish area. Mike Reilly was talking about how even though it might be more politically correct to use the term "Ironwoman" - all race finishers were called an Ironman.

And then, my name, my hometown - and "You are an Ironman!"

Looking up I saw my time, 14:08. Better than I'd ever hoped.

I'd always thought I'd cry if/when I crossed the finish line. But I didn't. I was just too incredibly dazed, relieved, awed - overjoyed.

An ambush of volunteers. Someone walked next to me, "How are you feeling?" "I feel GREAT!" Someone took my timing chip. Someone gave me a foil blanket. Someone handed me a finisher's shirt and hat. Someone draped a medal around my neck.
Coach G and B were right there - smiling widely. Coach G and I shared a huge hug, full of many unspoken words, thoughts, feelings and memories. Another one with Coach B.

Then, my mom and sister-in-law next - more fabulous hugs and a mad rush to spill out 14 hours worth of experiences. My dad, brother and husband squeezed in through the group. I was overwhelmed with their excitement, pride and love. I can only think of a few moments in my life that compared to this joy, exhiliration - and sense of accomplishment

The next few hours were a blur of catching up with my teammates, cheering in more TRIgirls and other racers, taking a bunch of photos, having a much appreciated, long, massage and slowly moving my stiff and swollen body.

So, this race report has taken two weeks to complete - time for recovering, reliving and celebrating. And to think about all the amazing people who've generously helped, supported and inspired me along this journey. The friends, family and coworkers cheering from afar, the TRIgirl sherpas and volunteers - and the unbelievable folks that were in Florida with me.

My wonderful and talented coaches:

• Ironwoman Canada – Finding the winning analogies to make this athletically challenged girl finally have “aha” moments. Loaning me your way cool race wheels. Preparing me mentally, as well as, physically.
• Coach S – Encouraging us to love and “be one” with the water. Promising us pink MDOT tattoos. Running over to us early race morning with such contagious joy.
• Coach E – Teaching bike skills one challenging drill at a time. Teaching me to understand the beauty of the draft. Teaching me to believe a baby bicyclist may lurk inside this middle age body.
• Coach M – Words of wisdom (“It is what it is”) and pain (“Yummy”). Words to motivate (“Look at that steady pace.”). And words to make you believe (“You all were ready for IM three weeks ago” [before our taper!].)
• Coach B – Tirelessly listening and answering any race or training question. Dragging a grill and tons of food to our Eastern Shore weekend. Ensuring that we savor every moment of the IM experience. Showing us that the fortitude to complete an IM sometimes needs to be dug out from deep within.
• Coach G – Inspiring all women through TRIgirls. Inspiring moms by racing just a few months after giving birth. Inspiring me to believe I could attempt – and holy cow – finish an Ironman.

My awesome and awe inspiring teammates - and the memories we've shared:

• TRIgirl KB – Taking pity on a very tired TRIgirl 40 on a long and windy Route 14 ride. Inspiring me with your athletic talents, but also, your humble and caring attitude.
• TRIgirl SK – Riding with me for a few minutes and giving me a glimpse of one of the strongest female bicyclists around. Seeing you - and your wonderful, genuine smile - during training workouts.
• TRIgirl SL – (My fellow 40 year old TRIgirl Ironman!) Sharing tears pre-race and wine post-race. Making me laugh and relax with your reassuring and witty observations on training - and life!
• TRIgirl CD – Organizing the details for our crazy group. Being our mom by planning water stops during long runs and cooking yummy dishes to fortify us at the Eastern Shore. Inspiring us with famous quotes and your own words that were always the perfect message for the moment.
• TRIgirl LD – Car pooling together to the VITA course. Showing me that a competitive spirit during a race has its place along with lolly gagging around looking at flowers and trees.
• TRIgirl AM - The first TRIgirl to dare - to take the plunge and commit to Ironman! Sharing fantastic training (Lake Chesdin) and post-race experiences (Opus 9) with you and Devilface.
• TRIgirl CH – Being a voice of perspective - a missed workout would not cause us to bomb at a race. Reminding me Ironman is awesome, but needs to kept in balance with the really important things in life.
• TRIgirl DL - (Did you ever think we’d ever complete an Ironman when we were training for the Nags Head sprint years ago?) Being a pace Nazi on our long runs. Riding many dark and cold mornings together. Thinking about all you’ve overcome - your determination and fortitude.

My incredible family:

• My brother and sister-in-law - Checking in on my training and coming up with thoughtful gifts and messages that helped me survive the past year. Flying down to Florida to share this experience. Being the absolute best brother and sister - so grateful I lucked out with both of you!



• My mom and dad - Showing the perfect amount of concern and encouragement . Being my biggest cheerleaders. Coming to Panama City to share this experience. Your pride and joy recharged me during the race - and made achieving this goal even more memorable.




• The hubby - Picking up the slack this year to take care of our furkids. Running errands to keep me well fed, even for some of my crazy cravings. Being my sherpa race day and taking care of all things even before I realized they needed to be done. Supporting me and understanding the importance of this demanding goal and lofty dream.

And so ends my journey to Ironman. The road more winding, challenging and rewarding than ever anticipated. The ending more glorious and joyful than ever imagined.

TRIgirl 40 = Ironaman.

Ironman Florida - Race Report Part 3

The bike to run transition was a much calmer experience than T1. Less racers - and I had my own personal, wonderful volunteer - TRIgirl KO. She gave me a hug and asked how the race was going. Then she proceeded to help me go through my bag - and in a reassuring, relaxed demeanor, asked me "What do you need?" In my somewhat delirious state, I told her I needed to see everything I had packed, to remember what I'd planned for the run! I changed my socks and put on running shorts. Loaded up my fuel belt and hooked in my inhaler. Visor, sunglasses, sneakers. One last photo taken by TRIgirl KO - another hug. And it was time to run.


I was stopped by another volunteer who told me to turn around my race belt so that the number faced forward. Which involved taking off my fuel belt, twisting things around, slinging back on the fuel belt. And then it was really time to start the run.

I looked down at my watch - I was 8:25 into the race - a bigger cushion than I'd ever hoped for to get through my first marathon distance.

The long brick weekends prepared me for what to expect. My legs felt a little swollen and tired, but not much different than when I started the BB&T trail run.

The sun was shining strongly for 2/3 of the first loop. Feeling the heat, I was looking forward to nightfall. I stuck with my plan to walk the aid stations, alternating Gu, endurolytes, water, gatorade, cola, etc. After a few miles, I ran into TRIgirls KB and SK who were nearing the end of their first loop - they were having an amazing race, but still took the time to stop, give hugs and share race updates.

Looking down at my watch during the first 6 miles, I'd occasionally see paces under 10 minutes per mile. Which I knew was too fast - and an important reminder to slow down. Garmin died out at about 9:30 into the race. The first half loop went by pretty quickly. My legs had adjusted to running mode. Then I saw TRIgirl CD, who looked steady and strong. After running the turn around through the park, the inspiration board lit up with a "Go TRIgirl 40" message.

The rest of the first loop continued. The sun began to set, casting a pretty glow on all the racers. There were runners whizzing by, probably on their way to finishing the race. There were also many walkers. Coach G and TRIgirl SL ran by me with encouraging words. They are such amazing runners - and were out of my line of vision within minutes. I saw TRIgirls LD, CH and DL - though I must have missed TRIgirl AM - which had me worried a bit. Around mile 9 or 10 I saw my husband, parents, brother, sister-in-law, Coach M and Ironman RE. Seeing them was such an energy and mood booster! I felt so fortunate - and grateful - to have them there.

Toward the end of the first loop, I saw TRIgirl sherpa KB with a big smile on her face, which made me smile. Then I was at the special needs station, grabbing my long sleeve shirt to add to the collection of race items gathered around my waist, while ditching my visor and sunglasses. Dusk was settling in. A volunteer handed me a glowstick, which I tossed over my neck, then headed out to start loop two. Ran into TRIgirl KB again for a hug and photo.




The course was more familiar the second time around. The curved streets decorated with inspirational posters. The spectators and locals lined up through the more populated sections, some dressed in costumes, some partying hard, some with megaphones calling out funny commentaries and messages.

And then, my family again! This time I stopped and gave them each a big hug - until my husband reminded me to get going! But not before hearing how Coach S was giving kisses to babies as he rocked through his Ironman.

A mile or two after the high of seeing my family, my stomach started to feel a little off. Sloshy. I tired to push through the discomfort , but it was getting worse. Cramps. Feeling sluggish. I remembered the advice of the coaches and Ironwoman Canada - take care of things as they come up. So, I made a deal with myself to walk a mile, drink much less, use the bathrooms (which were really becoming disgusting) - and check in again after the next aid station. Cautiously, I walked, waiting for the little tantrum in my tummy to subside. I felt better after the next aid station - and began running again - very slowly - and still limiting my fluid intake.

After hitting the turn-around point on the second loop, things were looking up. I was using the bathrooms quite often, but my stomach seemed much more stable. Around this time, I had a discussion with myself.

You know, you can go back to walking - it would be much easier.

I'm OK - everything is feeling better.

You're ahead of where you thought you'd be at this point - so why not walk?

Nah, I'm hanging in there.

Really, it would be fine to walk for awhile.

Geez, I'm doing an Ironman! For goodness sakes, I am going to run for as long as I can!


And with that decision, a gradual, steady stream of adrenaline began to hit me.

Since the beginning of the run I'd been alternating places with a few girls in Warner Brothers jerseys. I ran by them and told them it was great playing leap frog with them. They told me they'd be passing by again soon.

But they never did.

For each of the last six miles, I felt stronger and stronger. The aid station walks were getting shorter. My pace seemed to be picking up.

I saw several TRIgirl teammates at various points. I was relieved to see TRIgirl AM during this loop, hanging with TRIgirl LD. TRigirl CH ran over to me - with a big kiss - saying she'd see me before midnight. Which made me tear-up. TRIgirl DL, who was about to have the best negative split out of all of us for her second loop.

Passing the mile 23 sign, I started to feel better than I had the entire run. A few folks cheered when another woman and I were running by "We've got some girls still running!" Soon there was just a 5K left...

After a few turns, I was on the main road back to Ironman Village. There was Alvin's Island (of course it was dark - unlike this photo!).


And I remembered Ironwoman Canada saying - "You'll know you're almost home when you see Alvin's."

For a crazy second, I wished there were a few more miles.

My first Ironman was drawing to a close...

Ironman Florida - Race Report Part 2

Leaving the tent after T1 with sunscreen streaks still glistening down my arms and Patriot Sangria patiently waiting in her primo spot, I heard one volunteer call out my number - "2-3-8-0," and had practically reached my bike when I saw another volunteer frantically running over to her. Triathlon volunteers are generally pretty cool, but those who donate their time to Ironman are unbelievable. So, I just stopped in my tracks and waited while the volunteer unhooked Patriot Sangria from the bike rack and happily trotted her over to me. I gave the volunteer a big thanks, then checked Patriot Sangria's tires - which seemed primed and ready to go. I gave Patriot a grateful pat on the seat and rolled her over to the mount line.

I clicked in easily and we headed off on our 112 miles through Panama City.

I remembered the first 10ish miles from the practice ride TRIgirl DL and I completed earlier in the week. While the wind tunnels still existed through a stretch that passed several mega tall hotels, overall, the wind was calmer than any day we'd been there.

We soon hit the turn-off to major roads outside the touristy area and the scenery grew more quiet. I'd envisioned palm tree lined streets, which never materialized.

At mile 12, Patriot and I hit the "most difficult" part of the course. An overpass bridge with a noticeable, but not terribly hard hill. I overheard a few of the racers commenting "I thought Florida was supposed to be flat." I am no hill lover, nor am I very good at them, but I passed a few folks struggling. The downhill after the crest was fun. Since it wasn't that steep - I could deal with just letting Patriot gather up some speed as she cruised me toward the bottom.

Onward we forged. I was feeling really good and kept Patriot in an easier gear than normal, still noticing decent paces between 18 and 20 miles per hour. While I knew I was still pretty far back in the pack, it felt good to see riders with fancy wheels. I was even playing a little leapfrog with a bunch of guys in aero helmets and suppressed a smidgen of pride. Every 20 minutes I was eating half a Luna Bar. Every hour I was grabbing an endurolyte. In between, I was drinking plenty of my Carbo-pro/Accelerade/Gatorade mixture. As a matter of fact, I was drinking so much, I ran out of fluids at mile 30 and made my first stop.

Many riders whizzed by me during this stop - and the others that would come. But I didn't really care. I felt safe stopping. I was able to carefully replenish my fluids and replace my water bottles. With an added bonus of a chance to stretch my legs.

I never caught up with all who passed me, but I did actually re-pass a decent number of others. While I thought it would be nice to maybe, someday, be able to do the drive through "grab and go," I was comfortable with my conservative approach for this first Ironman.

As I said, I was knocking back plenty of fluids - and around mile 35 - Mother Nature began calling. I decided to hold off while passing the mile 40 aid station - to wait until the special needs stop. The idea of peeing on my bike crossed my mind, but as I looked down on Patriot - and one of my water bottles below - I couldn't bring myself to cross that line.

Eating on the bike started to get harder. I was gagging on my Luna Bars, but was still able to get them down.

After awhile, like a mirage, the special needs station was in sight. I passed a bunch of signs looking for my row. Way far down the line, I found my bag - with a reward bite size Snickers waiting for me. Switching out my water bottles and other nutrition, I moved onto the porto potty.

"Ugh," I thought, "look at the line." Over ten riders were ahead of me to use one of the two porto potties. I resigned myself to a little "gotta go" leg shuffling, but used the opportunity to eat and drink a little more. A woman on line about two people ahead of me had an unusual yellow wrapper open across her bike seat. I then overheard her talking about the cheeseburgers she had packed.

Yes, that is right, cheeseburgers.

They are like "rocket fuel" she said.

I was salivating. They smelled and looked so good. And I never did see her again on the course, so who knows, maybe they truly were rocket fuel.

Finally, it was my turn to use the porto potty. My bladder was very happy as we headed off for the next 62 miles.

Little challenges began creeping up. The gagging worsened when trying to eat a Luna Bar every 20 minutes. After one attempt that left me swallowing some regurgitation, I switched to Sharkies and just drinking lots of calories. The straw flew off one compartment of my podiumquest, making drinking more difficult and requiring more stops to refill. Which I ended up needing anyway as I kept having to pee.

I was still cruising along pretty well. Probably until mile 75-80, which is usually the point I begin to break down. The point where my shoulders get uncomfortably sore and my butt starts complaining. Around this time, the IMFL course took us over a lovely road, with big ole cracks every 10-15 yards. Ba boom, ba boom, ba boom. Not fun. Stressful, too, thinking about potential flats. Part of this lousy road looped - and I caught Coach G at one point, smiling and having a great ride.

Finally, we were off the highway from hell and heading back toward the "major hill bridge." I have to admit, I felt the hill a little more on our way back in.

But, after the bridge, it was just 11 miles till T2. I started feeling good again when hitting the wind tunnel stretch. This time I appreciated the smooth road surface and the views of the breathtaking Gulf.

Heading back into town, I caught sight of lots of pink jumping up and down. TRIgirl cheerleaders KB, KD and KG were ringing cowbells and screaming loudly. Seeing them - and especially TRIgirl KB in her pink boa - was just the recharge I needed to sail through the last miles with a big smile on my face.

Pulling into the Ironman Village area, I heard my name screamed out - my husband, mom, dad, brother and sister-in-law were right there. I teared up a little. I was so daggone happy.

The bike was over. 6 hours and 42 minutes to ride 112 miles.

Going into T2, I was feeling pretty psyched...

Ironman Florida - Race Report Part 1

I'm stealing the multi post idea from other bloggers for the IMFL race report. It'll give me the chance to think through and remember each part of the race.

And I guess I'll just start with the details - and save the best stuff for last.

I went to bed around 9:00 on Ironman Eve - and even had a few hours of broken-up sleep. Around 2:00, I was pretty much awake for the day, though I stayed in bed. During those early morning hours, there were a few moments of anxiety. I tried to distract myself - to keep my mind as blank as possible - and it kind of worked. The worst of the nerves had passed when 4:00 came around.

Coach B and TRIgirl TB were already up and eating breakfast. I prepared my bagel, banana and carbo pro water. With a chaser of Immodium. The hubby woke up early to begin his day as my rock star sherpa.

Coach B needed to get to the transition area early, so we were out the door with our wetsuits and special needs bags by 4:45. Even though we arrived with plenty of time before the race started, we kept busy pumping tires, filling water bottles and putting last minute items in transition bags. TRIgirls SS and KO were not only super sherpas, but had volunteered, too, starting their day early with body marking. TRIgirl SS wrote my number - and added a smiley face to my age. TRIgirl KO had a thoughtful gift for each racer - an Iron Girl visor!

The hubby had left to get my parents, brother and sister-in-law. I was so happy and reassured to see my sherpa family before the race. TRIgirl DL and I headed off for one last bathroom stop and discovered everyone else had the same idea. By the time we finished, TRIgirl TB told us we better get our wetsuits on immediately and head down to the beach. TRIgirl SL's sherpa did a great job of helping pull our wetsuits on in record breaking time.



We followed the masses down to the beach and met up with TRIgirls AM and CH. A few tears were shed, but mine were due to actually finally being at this place, this moment, that was a year in the making. Coach S came bounding over to us, full of such excitement and energy, it made me smile. He led us in a TRIgirl cheer and the next thing I knew, the cannon sounded and we were on our way into the water.







On the beach, you really couldn't get the full impact of what 2200 racers looked like, as you only could focus on the people in front of you. We hit the Gulf. Gorgeous, crystal clear water that was calmer than any of our practice swims. All my worries about the mass start were gone, as the whole situation, bodies piling on top of other bodies, suddenly seemed humorous. I was already relaxed and loved every moment of the swim. (Thank you Coach S and Ironwoman Canada!) I even tried to hold my own when other swimmers were barreling over into my space. (I don't understand why some people are clueless that they are slamming someone in the head - especially in such clear water, but there were definitely some folks out there completely oblivious.) Most of the swimmers I was with were pretty polite, though.




The swim felt so good that I almost thought they shortened the course. My first loop took 38 minutes - a great time for me. A few sips of water - then it was back for the second loop (though I stopped for a pee break that just went on and on and on). The second loop was as wonderful as the first. The swim finish was in sight before I knew it and I was already wishing I could do the swim again instead of the run. Swim time - 1:22.

Exiting the water, I saw my husband and family - they were cheering loudly and I was thrilled to be able to catch them before walking through the showers.




I'd heard about the amazing powers of the wetsuit strippers. They had me on my butt pulling my wetsuit off within minutes. This, too, made me laugh. I walked a little, jogged a little to pick up my bike bag and entered the changing tent. It was packed - but the first thing I noticed was TRIgirl CD, finishing up her transition. Then I saw TRIgirl SK. Then Coach G, pumping away in the corner (did I mention that this incredible women gave birth like 3 months ago?). A few hugs and encouraging words later, I was in the corner putting on my cute new TRIgirl bike shirt. All the volunteers were busy, so I carefully went through my bag and thought about each item and what I was supposed to do with it. My transition time was pretty sad - 12 minutes. But I was relaxed and prepared. I was excited about the bike. I was having fun.

My race had started off beautifully.

TRIgirl 40 = Ironman

At 9:08 this evening. (14:08:13 total time)

As well as all the rest of the TRIgirls, too.

Full race report coming later.

But now, I am hoping to go to bed and sleep for 14 hours.

Thanks to all for the wonderful wishes these past few days!

Ironman Eve

And so, Ironman Eve is upon us.

• One last swim completed in the Gulf.
• Packed transition bags.
• Enough nutrition prepared for two racers.
• Patriot Sangria tucked away in Ironman Village.
• Family and friends (aka TRIgirl Support Crew and Super Sherpas) all safely arrived.
• A belly full of the day's good calories and lots of hydration.

In a few minutes, I'll be heading off to bed. To try to sleep.

I am feeling fairly calm - though I think I still can't quite comprehend what tomorrow will bring.

• The exhilaration.
• The challenge.
• The tough moments.
• The cheers and support.
• The pain.
• The camaraderie.
• The rising above obstacles.
• The tears.
• The joy.

It is all our there waiting for us - ours for the taking.

Sleep well my sweet TRIgirl IMFL racers.

IMFL - Pre-race Happenings...

So many great stories so far - not sure how I can write about them all and do them justice.

Tuesday, I drove down with Coach B and TRIgirl TB - caravaning with Guppies JW and SW. I planted myself in the back seat and had some of the best sleep I've had in awhile. Woke up to a very hot car at one point as TRIgirl TB and Guppy SW were watching the miles countdown before we ran out of gas. We made it to a gas station with less than 1 mile left!

We crashed Tuesday night at the Chateau Guppy, TRIgirl TB and I sharing the bunk beds. The next morning, we woke up to a fairly quiet looking Gulf and headed off for an open water swim. The water was a bit cooler than I thought it would be. Not too salty. So clear - you could see the little sea urchins in the ocean floor until the second buoy. Out in the deeper sections, the water darkened, with beautiful plankton snow - but still clear enough to see the swimmers around you. I exited the my first swim in Panama City feeling relieved and a little bit excited.

Then it was on to IMFL registration. Excitement was in the air. Coach B. told me about the ins and outs as I waited on line, got weighed, signed my life away, and left Ironman Village with my first Ironman logo item.

After a short run, it was time to help TRIgirl TB with preparations for dinner - and Coach B's birthday. An evening full of TRIgirls wearing pumpkin costumes and cowboy hats.

Wednesday morning, the TRIgirls woke up early for a practice swim at 7:00 - the same time IMFL should start on Saturday.

TRIgirl TB braved her fears for her first open water AND wetsuit swim. She was terrific and is already a natural in the Gulf. I think I need to find out what she is doing on November 3rd.

TRIgirl DL and I took a very easy and slow bike ride around Panama City - which can be quite blustery - especially with the wind tunnels created between hotels. Then it was onto a fun evening with her family for dinner and to meet up with the rest of the TRIgirls. Coach G gave an incredible inspiring speech to remind us of what we've accomplished this past year - even before even hearing the start gun. Supposedly the hard work is done.

Other than one long day coming up Saturday.

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We are HERE!

And we'll all float on alright!

(Promise to try to post more details and photos tomorrow. Things are going well, so far. And a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Coach B!)

A Few "Moments" While Packing

Today started off fine. A good Guppies swim workout with a bunch of challenging speed sets. Coffee and bagels afterwards.

And that is when the first "moment" emerged. Paying at the Einstein's cash register, I found myself searching frantically for my debit card. I ended up using a credit card and did not start panicking until I went home an hour or so later - after thoroughly searching my car, gym bag, all recently worn clothes - and even calling the gas station where it was last used.

Yikes, still no debit card.

I called my husband to see if maybe he had borrowed it.

Nope.

But we decided to not set the wheels in motion for the arduous cancellation process until the end of the day. You see, this has happened before. A few weeks after 9-11 and a day before leaving for a conference in Denver, my wallet was stolen (debit cards, credit cards, driver's license, etc.) from my desk at work. Driving to the DMV the morning I was supposed to board the flight, I was pulled over by a police officer for some small violation, like an expired sticker, burst into tears and scared away the officer by being a woman on the edge.

And so I decided to distract myself with packing for IMFL. Which really is quite stressful in of itself.

Fast forward another hour or so, my husband called and said the debit card was in our Nissan. WHEW. No idea how or why it was in there, but who the heck cared? He dropped it off at lunchtime and I was ready to run my last few IM errands - picking up groceries, new goggles, CO2 cartridges and fresh velcro for the Podiumquest.

So all was looking up until I arrived home. No UPS package on the stoop. The nutrition I ordered a few weeks ago, but some Internet glitch caused an overnight reorder on Thursday evening, was STILL NOT HERE. You know, all the stuff I've practiced when trying to consume 200 or more calories per hour - the stuff that I finally figured out I could deal with.

Breathe deep.

I called the company - they found the order and said the mishap was due to having just added the overnight shipping option. I'd paid an extra $50 for the nutrition to arrive on time - after the last problem - and it hadn't - and I was a BIT annoyed. They reassured me that there was no doubt that the order would arrive tomorrow - and since the hubby isn't coming down till Thursday - I am giving them the benefit of the doubt.

Otherwise, there may be a crazy woman in Panama City looking for Gus, Luna Bars and Sharkies on Wednesday.

But stay tuned for the virtual gym bag memories, they are still coming...

Beautiful Day...

Don't let it get away...

Squeezing More Into The Virtual Gym Bag

Wow, it is amazing how much more time I have for blogging now that I am on “The Taper.” Especially since I missed one day of workouts because I caught some weird bug on Sunday that left me feeling like crap (and a bit worried about what it might escalate to) until I self medicated myself for a few days with left over antibiotics. Now, I am feeling mostly back to normal. Got in a workout yesterday (yeah, TRIgirl SQ, no idea what was up with the Butterfly or the "one breath" sets). But today, the depressing, cold, rain and wind had me totally using “The Taper” excuse to skip today’s workout, too.

So, it is back to packing…

Strategy (much thanks to all the coaches, teammates and fellow bloggers who have helped me put these together - feel free to contribute more!)

Swim –

• Get in the water any chance you can before the race. Look for your landmarks. Get used to the current, waves, clarity.
• Don’t worry about the mass start. (I’m working on it.)
• Hold your own in the swim and don’t start as far back as you’ve been thinking.
• Dolphin dive through the waves, push hard for the first 50 – 100 meters.
• Then find your rhythm. You can – you have – don’t panic if it takes awhile.
• Try to draft. You can do this in a pool now. There’ll be a whole lot of people in the water. There have got to be some with feet just going slightly faster than your normal pace.
• Start kicking harder before exiting the water to get blood flow to your legs.
• Appreciate your time in the water. You’ll be missing the swim in about 7-8 hours.
• Try to enjoy the waves. Coach B and Irongirl AM think they are fun. You love riding the waves when not doing a triathlon.
• Try not to get kicked in the face.
• Avoid jellyfish and vomit.

Bike –

• Take it easier than what you feel you can do when starting off on the bike.
• Get past the first few miles then start eating and drinking as many calories as possible. Focus on solid foods early on.
• Push harder the second half if your legs feel strong.
• Think of your inspiration songs and those your friends and teammates have recommended.
• Stay in the moment, but take in the scenery.
• Don’t draft or block. Socializing on the bike can get you a penalty.
• Stop to refuel or use the bathroom – you’ll feel much better and the few minutes lost by getting off your bike are likely to be regained by being more comfortable.
• Change gears occasionally, even if the terrain remains the same.
• Remember the last 20 miles are more mental than physical. The shoulder and butt pain are tolerable and temporary.
• Appreciate the bike. The distance is longer than ideal, but it is still easier than running.
  

Run -

• Again, start conservatively. You’ve got 26 miles ahead.
• Think of the distance more as chunks.
• One mile to the next aid station where you can walk for a bit.
• Fourish 10Ks.
• It is OK to walk.
• But remember, tired, swollen legs can still run. Slowly.
• Alternate sports drink with water, gu, endurolytes at each station.
• While you couldn’t socialize on the bike, you can on the run. Try talking to someone if you need motivation – or see someone else who does.
• Appreciate the run. This will most likely be your biggest challenge.

General -

• Thank the volunteers
• Lots of people will pass you. You can still be the turtle that crosses the finish line.
• Remember how seeing your teammates during the race always makes you feel better. Knowing they are out there – racing strong – gives you strength.
• It is OK to cry – but try to make the tears due to happiness, relief and knowing your goal is in sight.
• Look for your family and friends who’ve come miles to cheer you and your teammates on (or picture those who are cheering from afar). Each time you see someone, you’ll be recharged and reminded of how much they believe in you, whether or not you cross the finish line.
• Find gratitude in every moment. You’ve spent months preparing for this day. You’ve sacrificed so much – and so have your sherpas. It isn’t supposed to be easy.
• It won’t be - but the finish could be spectacular.

Packing

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

The foreboding swim start waves with arms flailing

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Gift Basket

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

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

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

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

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

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

How fortunate am I to have found such friends?

Incredibly lucky - and thankful!

THANK YOU!!!!

Zippidy Do Da...

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

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

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

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

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

And Now, We Bring You…The Taper

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not yet.

Eastern Shore IMFL Camp

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

The best ever IMFL training camp experience!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What an incredible weekend!

Happiness Is...

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

So Maybe I am NOT a Trail Runner

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Naylor's Glamour Shots

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

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

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

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

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




















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

No One

It hit me the past few days.

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

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

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

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

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

No one.

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

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

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

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

No one has said "You'll never."

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

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

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

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

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