Do you remember the old Random Thoughts with Jack Tandy on Saturday Night Live? That's what you're getting. Except he was funny.
I'm typing left handed while I ice my right pinkie. It still hurts like a bitch after almost two weeks - especially after pushing a heavy grocery cart which is odd. Yep, that's what we do around here for fun on a Friday night! Over $200 at the 'Crop and they don't even sell beer.
Taz has been sick this week but I can tell he's better because he's been evil today. Relentless - fighting over anything and everything. At one point I said, "You're certainly argumentative today." His response? "No I'm not."
Just like his father. Heh.
My activities are still fairly limited. I can't swim, lift weights or do yoga until my finger is at least somewhat better. I biked and ran on Tuesday as posted earlier, and I ran yesterday with TriGirls. I was pretty lame though - about 3 miles. I should have run at least 4 but I had to go to the bathroom too badly - too much information, I know. I forgot to stop my Garmin so I don't know the time. Kathryn took off fast and I do know our first mile was 8:30 so I' guessing we didn't negative split. She has been working hard and it definitely shows.
We had a TriGirl clinic last night on injury prevention - quite a concept for me! Now I' scared of all the repetitive stress injuries that await me. Dr. Bob Green from Active Chiropractic was the speaker and he gave us lots of good tips and stretches from his experience as a triathlete. He made a recommendation for which I don't remember the source - a coach from some sports team? - that cut the number of injuries on his tea by 85%! It is to warm up with 25 steps on your toes, 25 on your heels, 25 on the outsides of your feet, and 25 on your toes walking backwards. It loosens and stretches your feet. I'm definitely going to try it. Hopefully he was serious because I'm going to look pretty stupid.
Afterwards we practiced another TriGirl specialty - eating and drinking. It's so much fun to hang out with those girls! That's one of the main attractions of the group, in addition to Grandison herself.
Even with very few workouts, I've been crazy-busy this week. I'm looking forward to the weekend and the upcoming holiday week! We're going to celebrate both Canada Day and Independence Day, just because we can.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Carbo Loading
I just discovered this amazing pasta place called Cavanna Pasta located around the corner from the Ukrop's on Ridgefield Parkway. You've got to try it! All the pasta and sauces are made fresh daily, and they are fabulous. Gnocchi with vodka sauce... mmmm. Check it out if you're in the area!
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Wake Up!
I awoke at 5:17 this morning - a mere 3 minutes before my alarm was slated to ring. Yikes! Who knew it was so dark this early in the middle of June?I was testing out my newly constructed summer training schedule which today included meeting Richard at 6 a.m. for a ride. I had all my stuff ready to go and actually arrived a few minutes early (much to his - and my - surprise). The sun was hanging low over the horizon. We actually heard a rooster crow around mile 3. The cool early morning quickly became quite humid as we started moving.
We rode Pouncey Tract (although I don't think it keeps that name) all the way to the end at a little town which I'd never heard of and whose name I don't recall. It is amazing how rural Richmond is once you get just a tiny bit out of town. We did see construction for a new subdivision starting at $700k so apparently it is desirable.
We hit very little traffic for the first 15 miles but it picked up quite a bit around 7 a.m. when we turned to head back into the big city. I sounded like a broken record saying "car back" over and over. (And, ah, note to Richard: When I'm screaming "CAR!!!" at the top of my lungs, get your ass over to the side of the road!) Cars were infrequent enough to require the warning but frequent enough to be annoying. I'm pretty sure they thought the same thing about us!
We finished up with a fast ride down Pouncey Tract towards the Shady Grove Y which was a blast. Our total distance was 29.5 miles, average speed 16.8 mph.
I had thrown my running shoes in the car for the hell of it and surprised myself by actually lacing them up and running three miles after our bike. Guess that pressure Annnn's putting on me to perform in our relay for the sprint tri is paying off... Splits were 9:30, 8:55, and 8:52 for a 9:05 average.
Wow, 2 1/2 hours of exercise by 8:30 a.m. - as Fave recently posted, I'm done for the day! When's nap time?
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Got that taper down now, thanks
So a few weeks ago I lamented the fact that I didn't get the taper concept. Since then, I've had one enforced taper week after another. Except sprint tri week, I haven't even had the reward of a race at the end.
Okay sports gods - I GET IT NOW. Uncle. I've even got the crazies to prove it. (Different crazy than usual even.)
Yesterday I couldn't take it anymore and busted out on a ride with Richard. I love riding with Richard. We rode a 55 mile RABA route through Ashland up to Doswell and back. And Cyndi in case you're wondering, we hit the Three Bitches again around mile 16. (We really have to do this ride with a group of TriGirls!) Anyway I walked up the first one again even though I was determined not to. I hit the bottom of a downhill pedaling fast, shifted out of the big chain ring and heard that awful in-between-ring sound and the faint hint of my bike scoffing at me. I couldn't get it in gear before rolling backwards so I had to hop off and walk. We hit another long grind on Horseshoe Road at about mile 38. It was a really pretty, low traffic ride through the country. My only complaint is that there were no bathroom or water refill stops available. I was exhausted at the end. Riding only once a week for the last month has really hurt my endurance. We averaged 16.0 mph though which was just fine.
I was supposed to run 3 afterwards but I skipped it b/c I was already late to meet Beanie for our girl day. Our husbands took the kids camping so we had the whole day (and night) ahead of us! That has never happened before. We had a blast - pedicures, shopping, dinner and margaritas at Nacho Mamas (sitting beside a wacko with a foot fetish), followed by a rockin' party at Mary Jo's. Thanks MJ! Wish I could have stayed and danced.
This morning, I slept until almost 9 - luxery! - then went out for a 5k run. Annnnnnnnn, just for you and T, I tried to push. My mile splits were 8:37, 8:23, and 8:17 for a total 3.1 time of 26:09 (8:26/mi average). I was wiped on the last mile so I'll work on speed and endurance over the next month in preparation for our sprint tri relay. Hopefully race adrenaline will get me closer to 25 for you.
Most of the swelling is gone in my finger. It still hurts a lot, is very purple, and I still can't bend it. I'm going to concentrate on running and biking until the pain is better, then I'm planning to tape my pinkie to my ring finger to attempt swimming. I'm nervous that I won't be prepared for the Luray Olympic in mid-August. And I'm so sad that Patriot is out for this year. Losing a month of training has left me woefully unprepared. When I do a half IM, I want to be strong and ready. Maybe next year.
After all, I have the taper down cold now.
Okay sports gods - I GET IT NOW. Uncle. I've even got the crazies to prove it. (Different crazy than usual even.)
Yesterday I couldn't take it anymore and busted out on a ride with Richard. I love riding with Richard. We rode a 55 mile RABA route through Ashland up to Doswell and back. And Cyndi in case you're wondering, we hit the Three Bitches again around mile 16. (We really have to do this ride with a group of TriGirls!) Anyway I walked up the first one again even though I was determined not to. I hit the bottom of a downhill pedaling fast, shifted out of the big chain ring and heard that awful in-between-ring sound and the faint hint of my bike scoffing at me. I couldn't get it in gear before rolling backwards so I had to hop off and walk. We hit another long grind on Horseshoe Road at about mile 38. It was a really pretty, low traffic ride through the country. My only complaint is that there were no bathroom or water refill stops available. I was exhausted at the end. Riding only once a week for the last month has really hurt my endurance. We averaged 16.0 mph though which was just fine.
I was supposed to run 3 afterwards but I skipped it b/c I was already late to meet Beanie for our girl day. Our husbands took the kids camping so we had the whole day (and night) ahead of us! That has never happened before. We had a blast - pedicures, shopping, dinner and margaritas at Nacho Mamas (sitting beside a wacko with a foot fetish), followed by a rockin' party at Mary Jo's. Thanks MJ! Wish I could have stayed and danced.
This morning, I slept until almost 9 - luxery! - then went out for a 5k run. Annnnnnnnn, just for you and T, I tried to push. My mile splits were 8:37, 8:23, and 8:17 for a total 3.1 time of 26:09 (8:26/mi average). I was wiped on the last mile so I'll work on speed and endurance over the next month in preparation for our sprint tri relay. Hopefully race adrenaline will get me closer to 25 for you.
Most of the swelling is gone in my finger. It still hurts a lot, is very purple, and I still can't bend it. I'm going to concentrate on running and biking until the pain is better, then I'm planning to tape my pinkie to my ring finger to attempt swimming. I'm nervous that I won't be prepared for the Luray Olympic in mid-August. And I'm so sad that Patriot is out for this year. Losing a month of training has left me woefully unprepared. When I do a half IM, I want to be strong and ready. Maybe next year.
After all, I have the taper down cold now.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Oh, yeah - how
Thanks everyone for your care and concern over my many injuries lately. I'm going to start wearing full body armor soon.
So I totally didn't tell you how I managed to break my finger - thanks Jodi for pointing that out. And it's such a cool story...
See, I was participating in the XTerra East Coast Championship held in beautiful downtown Richmond last weekend, and as I was screaming downhill on my mountain bike at warp speed - had just blown past Ed, in fact - I hit a hairpin turn and clipped a tree. I went tumbling and my poor little pinkie took the brunt.
What?!? You don't believe me?!? Man, tough crowd.
Okay, here's what really happened. I was water skiing on the James
with trick skis and as I launched into a smoking airborn vertical 360, I slipped and smashed my finger into the ski...
Not buying that one either?!?!?!?!? Geesh, what happened to all the love and support you exhibited at the top of the post, huh?
Alright, alright. Here's what really happened. I was lying on a lounge chair at the pool Sunday afternoon, sipping a pina colada, when Taz started yanking the towel out from under me. Instead of getting off my fat ass to hand it to him, I tried to pull it out from under me. The adjustable back of the lounge chair came unhooked and slammed down on my finger.
I didn't spill my drink though.
So I totally didn't tell you how I managed to break my finger - thanks Jodi for pointing that out. And it's such a cool story...
See, I was participating in the XTerra East Coast Championship held in beautiful downtown Richmond last weekend, and as I was screaming downhill on my mountain bike at warp speed - had just blown past Ed, in fact - I hit a hairpin turn and clipped a tree. I went tumbling and my poor little pinkie took the brunt.What?!? You don't believe me?!? Man, tough crowd.
Okay, here's what really happened. I was water skiing on the James
with trick skis and as I launched into a smoking airborn vertical 360, I slipped and smashed my finger into the ski...Not buying that one either?!?!?!?!? Geesh, what happened to all the love and support you exhibited at the top of the post, huh?
Alright, alright. Here's what really happened. I was lying on a lounge chair at the pool Sunday afternoon, sipping a pina colada, when Taz started yanking the towel out from under me. Instead of getting off my fat ass to hand it to him, I tried to pull it out from under me. The adjustable back of the lounge chair came unhooked and slammed down on my finger.I didn't spill my drink though.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
I'm... too sexy for my bed
I'm already the epitome of hotness (or hawtness as some blogs I read say), what with my Scary Spice hair and Hershel Walker legs. At night in bed, add my arm propped up on pillows and my finger encased in ice and the new sexy booties I got yesterday to keep my feet flexed to help my plantar fasciitis... well, you can just imagine Scouter's inability to stay away from me.
I'd post a photo, but I don't want to distract from Amanda Beard's big moment.
I'd post a photo, but I don't want to distract from Amanda Beard's big moment.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Ouch!!!
"S/he is an accident looking for a place to happen," my mother used to say when someone was being too clumsy or too wild or... something. I never really thought much about it and have in fact never uttered those words myself until just lately... when I began to embody them.
You may recall my sprained ankle from Memorial Day weekend, which I twisted walking down my neighbor's driveway. Then last week, I tripped on debris in a parking lot while wearing ridiculously high heels and pulled a muscle in my shin. I tried to ignore it but it hurt pretty badly for a few days and still twinges.
Then yesterday, I broke my finger. Yep, it's broken - the tip of my pinkie finger on my right hand. It's the size of my thumb and purple. The first broken bone I've ever had actually.
I've got to go see an orthopedic, ice it every hour, and wear a brace. The doctor I saw today at my family practice told me to avoid any activity that will be hot (i.e., running or biking) for the next 3-4 days, until the swelling goes down. Swimming is out for awhile. It will take a good 6 weeks to heal.
I won't be blogging much either until it feels better. It sucks to type with one hand.
Let's hope bad luck comes in 3s and that I injure myself no more.
You may recall my sprained ankle from Memorial Day weekend, which I twisted walking down my neighbor's driveway. Then last week, I tripped on debris in a parking lot while wearing ridiculously high heels and pulled a muscle in my shin. I tried to ignore it but it hurt pretty badly for a few days and still twinges.
Then yesterday, I broke my finger. Yep, it's broken - the tip of my pinkie finger on my right hand. It's the size of my thumb and purple. The first broken bone I've ever had actually.
I've got to go see an orthopedic, ice it every hour, and wear a brace. The doctor I saw today at my family practice told me to avoid any activity that will be hot (i.e., running or biking) for the next 3-4 days, until the swelling goes down. Swimming is out for awhile. It will take a good 6 weeks to heal.
I won't be blogging much either until it feels better. It sucks to type with one hand.
Let's hope bad luck comes in 3s and that I injure myself no more.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Quick Funny
Rainbow and I were in the car the other day when she started singing along with the radio station theme song: "98-9, Liberty! We play anything..." Then she added her own lyrics, "No we don't! We don't play the good stuff like High School Musical or Hannah Montana."
It cracked me up.
It cracked me up.
Perspective
So after a break from my children and an endorphin rush this morning, I have a little better perspective on their bad behavior this week. Basically, too much sugar and excitement, coupled with too little sleep. They aren't always so rotten, after all.
Just to show you part of why they were so jacked up, here's the cake I made for our family dinner with Scouter's sister and husband Thursday night for Taz's actual birthday, filled with chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream no less. It's supposed to look like a baseball.
And here's the one I made for his big laser tag party yesterday. The pirate ship was cracking in the middle so I had to fill it completely with icing. It didn't look so good from the back! The little island is cake too with crushed graham crackers on top to look like sand.
Yes, I'm insane.
Thanks REB for your pep-talk. You are always there for me. I missed you this morning ~ did a 28 mile ride up to and through West Creek, then home for a six mile run. I was hoping to ride with TriGirls once I got to the Creek. Annnnn dropped me in a burst of speed, but fortunately I met new TriGirl Amanda and we stuck together for a loop and a half. I also got to see my buddies Jackie and Jennifer for a quick chat, and catch up briefly with TriGirl Sarah. Yeah! I've gotten completely unmotivated to ride alone lately. It's so much more fun - not to mention safer - to ride with a friend. I'm trying to talk my neighbor Patti into buying a road bike. Her older daughter can watch our younger kids while we get our workouts in this summer!
I'm trying to figure out my summer schedule. The next two weeks are going to suck because I'll still be working full time and the kids are out of school. We'll piece it together somehow. Then, I'm changing my schedule to work ~20 hours per week in July and August - very excited about that! I love the flexibility of my current job. My employer is less than thrilled but agreed to my proposal so it's all good as far as I'm concerned.
I'm looking forward to summer break again!
I'm reminded of a friend's sister who had kids way before we did. Every time I saw her when her children were little, she said they were "heinous." I thought she was kidding. Now I know she was just brutally honest! And quite funny.
Just to show you part of why they were so jacked up, here's the cake I made for our family dinner with Scouter's sister and husband Thursday night for Taz's actual birthday, filled with chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream no less. It's supposed to look like a baseball.
And here's the one I made for his big laser tag party yesterday. The pirate ship was cracking in the middle so I had to fill it completely with icing. It didn't look so good from the back! The little island is cake too with crushed graham crackers on top to look like sand.
Yes, I'm insane.Thanks REB for your pep-talk. You are always there for me. I missed you this morning ~ did a 28 mile ride up to and through West Creek, then home for a six mile run. I was hoping to ride with TriGirls once I got to the Creek. Annnnn dropped me in a burst of speed, but fortunately I met new TriGirl Amanda and we stuck together for a loop and a half. I also got to see my buddies Jackie and Jennifer for a quick chat, and catch up briefly with TriGirl Sarah. Yeah! I've gotten completely unmotivated to ride alone lately. It's so much more fun - not to mention safer - to ride with a friend. I'm trying to talk my neighbor Patti into buying a road bike. Her older daughter can watch our younger kids while we get our workouts in this summer!
I'm trying to figure out my summer schedule. The next two weeks are going to suck because I'll still be working full time and the kids are out of school. We'll piece it together somehow. Then, I'm changing my schedule to work ~20 hours per week in July and August - very excited about that! I love the flexibility of my current job. My employer is less than thrilled but agreed to my proposal so it's all good as far as I'm concerned.
I'm looking forward to summer break again!
Friday, June 15, 2007
Gratitude
I had planned to post something about Taz's birthday and how I can't believe it's been seven years. He was such a cute little guy when he was born... and still is. Instead I find myself pondering the world that they are growing up in, the world that I have created for them, in which they expect everything and appreciate nothing.
I am feeling like a really bad parent.
On the way to his birthday party today, Taz threw a complete fit over something ridiculous. ON.THE.WAY.TO.HIS.PARTY. My mind can't even grasp it. And it wasn't the first time. He got pissed off last night as he was opening presents. And probably 50 other times in the last 48 hours which have all been completely dedicated to him. How can that be?
Rainbow has contributed to the spoilage going on in our house too by completely freaking out every time Taz opened a Webkinz. I'm talking huge hysterical sobs. Because he got another Webkinz and she didn't. On his birthday, when she already has three.
I've really got to toughen up and turn these little beasts into decent human beings.
I am feeling like a really bad parent.
On the way to his birthday party today, Taz threw a complete fit over something ridiculous. ON.THE.WAY.TO.HIS.PARTY. My mind can't even grasp it. And it wasn't the first time. He got pissed off last night as he was opening presents. And probably 50 other times in the last 48 hours which have all been completely dedicated to him. How can that be?
Rainbow has contributed to the spoilage going on in our house too by completely freaking out every time Taz opened a Webkinz. I'm talking huge hysterical sobs. Because he got another Webkinz and she didn't. On his birthday, when she already has three.
I've really got to toughen up and turn these little beasts into decent human beings.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Busy Bee
OMG this week is crazy! I mean my life is generally crazy but somehow it has achieved a whole new level this week.This is the last week of school and there is much joy at my house. Lots of fun activities are occuring at school to commemorate the end. Or to help the teachers make it to the end, perhaps. Today was kindergarten pirate day. Rainbow looked adorable in her pirate hat, eye patch, and a top from on of Taz's old pirate costumes. She was gramacing and saying "ARGGGG!" all morning. I went to school for their outdoor pirate rotations and I'm not sure what any of the activities had to do with being a pirate, but a good time was had by all. Tomorrow, I'll be back to have lunch with Taz for his birthday and give Rainbow's teacher her end of year gift.
Taz has requested a special birthday dinner tomorrow night and I have to say I'm surprised and pleased with his menu: pork tenderloin, manacotti, corn pudding, applesauce, and sweet potato casserole. And cake, of course. Gotta have cake. I'm making a round ice cream cake (chocolate chip cookie dough, his favorite) and icing it to look like a baseball. I'm making another pirate ship cake for his party Friday since the theme is Pirates of the Carribean. When am I making all this you may wonder? Yeah, that's what I was wondering too, so I decided to stay at home this morning until it was time to go to the kids' school. I made the corn pudding and the sweet potato casserole and while they were baking, I did my Cyclo Core CD. It wasn't quite the bike ride I was supposed to do yesterday or the swim I was supposed to do today, but it fit.
I ran yesterday for one of the few times since I twisted my ankle - four miles at a 10:05 min/mile average pace with the Bean. It didn't hurt any worse while I was running but it definitely isn't right. Sigh. That upcoming TriGirl injury clinic can't get here soon enough for me!
Other craziness includes a PTA dinner b/c somehow I turned into a Stepford Mom, an employee benefits clinic tonight, and Bunko earlier this week (which I attended after the kids went to bed for a little social time and a quick glass of wine). Plus buying groceries, teacher gifts, and birthday gifts.
I can't wait until the last day of school!
Monday, June 11, 2007
Happy Birthday to Me!
My 41st birthday was yesterday, and I had a fabulous birthday weekend! I asked for the exact same party that Scouter planned last year as a surprise, but he told me not to expect anything like that again until my 50th. Guess that one won't be a surprise...I tried to find a picture from last year to post but I don't have it electronically - there is a photo of me, obviously intoxicated, orchestrating "Happy Birthday" while singing loudly and pointing to myself. You can probably picture it if you know me. I had a really, really good time at my party.
While not quite as crazy, this year was great too. Scouter took me out to Zeus Gallery Cafe for dinner on Saturday night, which was fabulous. I had carpachio (sp?) followed by a delicious shrimp and grits dish and we shared a lovely bottle of Cabernet recommended by the owner... mmmmm! Scouter even arranged for the babysitter, which was quite a treat!
Sunday morning, my kids slept late for them (past 7:30) which was a surprise and a treat, then they bounced into my bed with birthday wishes. Rainbow and Scouter had gone shopping the previous day, and she picked out a gift for me by herself. A Littlekinz chihuahua ~ very cute. She was quite proud of herself and kept telling me she "just knew I would just love it." Taz's birthday is four days after mine, so he was over the moon that his is next.
I spent a good bit of the day obsessively checking the computer for updates on various TriGirl performances at Eagleman. Everyone did so well! They are an impressive bunch. Congratulations, ladies!
Cate and Corinne and their families came over Sunday night for a birthday cookout, armed with cake and lots of other items. Scouter grilled chicken and Cate brought her signature finger-tip bean dish... fortunately there were no appendages in this particular batch. Everyone got to hear the running tunes on my iPod thanks to the awesome Bose dock Scouter gave me for my birthday. I don't think my song selection is necessarily good for general consumption, particularly with children around since I always pick explicit lyrics if it's an option... but it was fun for me. And actually sparked a little dancing on our back deck. Fortunately it was dark by then so we didn't provide as much entertainment for the neighbors as we usually do.
This morning, I had a wee bit of a headache for my swim and didn't quite get the whole thing in - 1800 meters instead of 2400, but it was well worth it! Happy birthday to me!
Saturday, June 9, 2007
Training Log
Melissa planned a fun outing for those of us training (some even registered) for the Patriot Half today. We were expected to ride 50 miles, then run 3. Riding 50 in West Creek is brutal, so we met downtown and rode Route 5 instead. It was great! Many of the Patriot Halfers are also doing Eagleman tomorrow -
We take a break from this regularly scheduled training report to give a shout-out to both Deannas, Susie Q, Lynn, Cyndi, Carmen, Cheryl, Jonah, Molly, Kate, Anna, and I'm sorry I'm sure there are many other TriGirls entered that I don't know about, who are doing Eagleman Half Ironman tomorrow. Good luck! I'm hoping for cooler weather and a fantastic, enjoyable race for all of you. You are trained, you are ready, you will rock the course!
Now back to me. HA!
So Melissa, Teresa, Mary and I met this morning. It was already muggy at 7 a.m. so we knew it was going to be brutal. My typically stellar preparation included two pomegranate martinis last night at my friend Sharon's beautiful new home. (Thanks, Sharon!!!! What fun!) We headed out of the parking lot up a very steep hill. Mary and Teresa wisely walked their bikes up; Melissa and I charged forth on our bikes. I had to stop at the top, panting after 0.2 miles, to catch my breathe. And wait for the far wiser other ladies. Then we headed out towards route 5. The first mile or so was rough - very bad pavement and lots of potholes. Melissa hit one particularly deep pot hole and lost the contents of her bento box, cell phone and all. She collected her belongings and we headed forth to smoother pavement.
On the advice of Deanna L (thanks!) we took Osbourne Parkway instead of Rt. 5 for awhile and it was great! Very little traffic and pretty views. We even got to ride side by side a lot which is what I like most about TriGirls ~ the social aspect. When the road ended we were about 15 miles into the ride and weren't sure which way to turn but a big group of cyclists rode by and helped us out. Route 5 had more traffic and a huge flock of gnats that I rode right through. Melissa, my supportive friend, cracked up at all the dead bugs sticking to the sweat on my face. Yeah, I'm already really pretty when I work out. Add 50 dead gnats to my forhead and I'm ready for my close up.
The plan was to head down Rt. 5 for 10 miles to hit 25, turn around and come back. We stopped at the 25 mile point, re-grouped, had a snack, and headed off. I however couldn't get my right shoe to clip in so we stopped again quickly so I could dig some mud and two rocks out of it. Then we were off!
I've got to tell you the return trip was not quite as fun as the trip out. Several cars didn't give us an inch which was scary, some jackass flipped us off, we got beeped at a lot, and there was a brutal head wind for much of the last 10 miles. And my girl parts hurt from the saddle. That's what training's all about, right, pushing your limits and going farther than you have before. I've ridden 50+ miles before but that trip included a full lunch stop plus two other shorter supported stops.
Mary, a big thanks to you for sharing your water with me for the last 15 mile leg. You're awesome!
We made it back to our cars, thirsty, tired and sweaty, drank some water, laced up our running shoes and took off. I forgot my Garmin (again) so we went by watch time. Melissa and I ran 24 minutes which was not quite the 3 miles we were expected to do but was good enough for us today. The run felt a lot better today than it did last week. Isn't that odd? Race conditions I guess.
Overall, it was a great training day. Thanks ladies for letting me ride along!
We take a break from this regularly scheduled training report to give a shout-out to both Deannas, Susie Q, Lynn, Cyndi, Carmen, Cheryl, Jonah, Molly, Kate, Anna, and I'm sorry I'm sure there are many other TriGirls entered that I don't know about, who are doing Eagleman Half Ironman tomorrow. Good luck! I'm hoping for cooler weather and a fantastic, enjoyable race for all of you. You are trained, you are ready, you will rock the course!
Now back to me. HA!
So Melissa, Teresa, Mary and I met this morning. It was already muggy at 7 a.m. so we knew it was going to be brutal. My typically stellar preparation included two pomegranate martinis last night at my friend Sharon's beautiful new home. (Thanks, Sharon!!!! What fun!) We headed out of the parking lot up a very steep hill. Mary and Teresa wisely walked their bikes up; Melissa and I charged forth on our bikes. I had to stop at the top, panting after 0.2 miles, to catch my breathe. And wait for the far wiser other ladies. Then we headed out towards route 5. The first mile or so was rough - very bad pavement and lots of potholes. Melissa hit one particularly deep pot hole and lost the contents of her bento box, cell phone and all. She collected her belongings and we headed forth to smoother pavement.
On the advice of Deanna L (thanks!) we took Osbourne Parkway instead of Rt. 5 for awhile and it was great! Very little traffic and pretty views. We even got to ride side by side a lot which is what I like most about TriGirls ~ the social aspect. When the road ended we were about 15 miles into the ride and weren't sure which way to turn but a big group of cyclists rode by and helped us out. Route 5 had more traffic and a huge flock of gnats that I rode right through. Melissa, my supportive friend, cracked up at all the dead bugs sticking to the sweat on my face. Yeah, I'm already really pretty when I work out. Add 50 dead gnats to my forhead and I'm ready for my close up.
The plan was to head down Rt. 5 for 10 miles to hit 25, turn around and come back. We stopped at the 25 mile point, re-grouped, had a snack, and headed off. I however couldn't get my right shoe to clip in so we stopped again quickly so I could dig some mud and two rocks out of it. Then we were off!
I've got to tell you the return trip was not quite as fun as the trip out. Several cars didn't give us an inch which was scary, some jackass flipped us off, we got beeped at a lot, and there was a brutal head wind for much of the last 10 miles. And my girl parts hurt from the saddle. That's what training's all about, right, pushing your limits and going farther than you have before. I've ridden 50+ miles before but that trip included a full lunch stop plus two other shorter supported stops.
Mary, a big thanks to you for sharing your water with me for the last 15 mile leg. You're awesome!
We made it back to our cars, thirsty, tired and sweaty, drank some water, laced up our running shoes and took off. I forgot my Garmin (again) so we went by watch time. Melissa and I ran 24 minutes which was not quite the 3 miles we were expected to do but was good enough for us today. The run felt a lot better today than it did last week. Isn't that odd? Race conditions I guess.
Overall, it was a great training day. Thanks ladies for letting me ride along!
Friday, June 8, 2007
I'm in!
Last night, I initiated a series of race strategies that will hopefully make me successful in my first Olympic triathlon. I opened a bottle of wine, poured two glasses, and snuggled up next to my honey. I called him nice names, refraining from "Old Curmudgeon" and several other somewhat unflattering nicknames that I've come up with lately.We chatted a bit, then I ever so subtly mentioned that I am training for Luray in hopes that I can actually participate in it. "Oh," Scouter replied. We chatted a little more about the kids and other things, then he said, "Yeah, go ahead and do it. We'll come."
YIPPEE!!!!
This morning, I entered the race and booked a cute little cabin that includes a stocked pond, a swing set, hot tub, and an outdoor fire pit which the kids and the OC will enjoy. It looks very rustic which is okay by me. The best part - it is within five miles of the race start.
I'm so excited!!!
Now about that Patriot Half...
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Number Crunching
I've been comparing my sprint tri on Sunday to the first one I did in October. It's not a completely accurate comparison because in October, that swim was 100 meters longer and the bike was tougher - one big long uphill that kicked my butt. Nonetheless, I showed improvement and I'll take it!As tempted as I am to compare myself to other much faster TriGirls, I know it's not fair. I will never swim as fast as Jennifer, bike as fast as anyone else, or run as fast as Susie Q no matter how much training I do. So I will just focus on my own iterative improvement and keep striving to be the best TriDi I can be.
Swim: My average per 50 meters this time was 57:40 seconds versus 59:45 in Oct. I haven't timed myself in the pool much but that's the fastest average compared to what I have timed. Which is funny because I definitely lallygagged towards the end until the guy in front of me let me pass. Sweet! I have lots of room for improvement here plus I sandbagged.
T1: As much as I took my time through transition, considering that I had all my stuff crammed in my bag completely disorganized, I actually improved here too - 3:39 versus 5:25. Definitely room for improvement if I prepare better.
Bike: This has been my area of focus and I really wanted to see improvement here - and I did! Yeah! 38:31 (19.3 mph) versus 43:32 (16.6 mph). That's definitely the fastest average bike speed I've ever clocked. I'm really happy with this improvement. The year of the bike is paying dividends!
T2: 1:28 versus 2:26 in October. Of course, I couldn't find my bike rack in October because I was looking for the wrong number. Even though the correct number was written all over my body.
Run: Surprisingly, as crappy as I felt on this run, I improved from 28:41 (9:15/mi) to 27:00 (8:42/mi). My running has definitely gotten faster since November but I would have never guessed as I was running Sunday that I actually was pacing okay. It's probably good that I didn't have my Garmin b/c if I'd seen myself in the 8s, I would have given myself permission to slow down. As it was, I felt like I was crawling.
So overall, adjusted to make the swim comparable, I improved by 9 minutes and 39 seconds. I'm really happy and I'm going to bask in the glow for a little while before I decide what my next race will be.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Post Race
OMG it took me longer to write that last post than it did to do the tri! Guess I'm a little carried away ~ and the day continues...
Post race, I had invited all the TriGirls to my house for a surprise baby shower for Grandison. We told her it was just a post-race party, and thank goodness she wasn't suspicious. Probably because we cut it so close to her due date! I was nervous that she was going to have the baby before we had the party!
I am better at party preparations than I am at race preparations. And throwing a party with TriGirls is great - everyone offered to bring something. I made cheese stuffed mushrooms and black bean dip the night before so all I had to do was heat them the next day. And I ordered the cake with delivery (a yummy carrot cake). Somehow, though, I still had more to do before the party started than I expected.
The plan was that I was bundling Scouter off to golf with his buddies, Rainbow to a birthday party, and Taz was going to hang with me until the babysitter showed up. He's a good helper when he wants to be. My plan - like my race - was foiled by Hurricane Barry. The torrential downpour kept the boys from the golf course and alas they were unable to come up with an alternate activity. Scouter ended up dropping Rainbow at the party and taking Taz to the mall. A funny thought in and of itself. But, they didn't leave until 10 minutes before the party started and all three were demanding my time and attention up to that point.
Thank goodness Melissa came a little early - I immediately put her to work, along with Renae and Jonah. Before long the kitchen was full. Isn't it funny how everyone always settles in the kitchen? I tried to encourage spreading out but I guess we all wanted to be near the food and beverages.
And beverages we had! TriGirls sure love their wine. One of many reasons I love this group. We had wine aplenty, plus a tasty non-alcoholic punch Jonah made and an equally tasty alcoholic punch I made - it was even pink.
Grandison and Mark arrived a little late so we had a good contingency of TriGirls to let her in on the surprise. Mark had been in the know all along but according to G, the man's a vault. Their two adorable kids scampered upstairs with the sitter and the party headed into full swing.
I think a good time was had by all. Congratulations everyone on a great race and thanks for a fun party!
Post race, I had invited all the TriGirls to my house for a surprise baby shower for Grandison. We told her it was just a post-race party, and thank goodness she wasn't suspicious. Probably because we cut it so close to her due date! I was nervous that she was going to have the baby before we had the party!
I am better at party preparations than I am at race preparations. And throwing a party with TriGirls is great - everyone offered to bring something. I made cheese stuffed mushrooms and black bean dip the night before so all I had to do was heat them the next day. And I ordered the cake with delivery (a yummy carrot cake). Somehow, though, I still had more to do before the party started than I expected.
The plan was that I was bundling Scouter off to golf with his buddies, Rainbow to a birthday party, and Taz was going to hang with me until the babysitter showed up. He's a good helper when he wants to be. My plan - like my race - was foiled by Hurricane Barry. The torrential downpour kept the boys from the golf course and alas they were unable to come up with an alternate activity. Scouter ended up dropping Rainbow at the party and taking Taz to the mall. A funny thought in and of itself. But, they didn't leave until 10 minutes before the party started and all three were demanding my time and attention up to that point.
Thank goodness Melissa came a little early - I immediately put her to work, along with Renae and Jonah. Before long the kitchen was full. Isn't it funny how everyone always settles in the kitchen? I tried to encourage spreading out but I guess we all wanted to be near the food and beverages.
And beverages we had! TriGirls sure love their wine. One of many reasons I love this group. We had wine aplenty, plus a tasty non-alcoholic punch Jonah made and an equally tasty alcoholic punch I made - it was even pink.
Grandison and Mark arrived a little late so we had a good contingency of TriGirls to let her in on the surprise. Mark had been in the know all along but according to G, the man's a vault. Their two adorable kids scampered upstairs with the sitter and the party headed into full swing.
I think a good time was had by all. Congratulations everyone on a great race and thanks for a fun party!
Monday, June 4, 2007
Power Sprint Race Report... um, I mean Novel
What a glorious day! Today dawned with beautiful blue skies, streaks of puffy white clouds, and perfect temperatures.
Unfortunately, the race was yesterday. When the remnants of tropical storm Barry blew through town, dumping 18 inches of rain on the area. (Okay, okay... I exaggerate. It just dumped 18 inches of rain on me. Each minute.)
When I rolled out of bed in the dark, I heard water hitting the ground but I assumed that it was our sprinkler system. My race preparation for the predicted rain was along the maturity level of chanting "rain rain go away come again some other day" to myself. That, and after I went outside to load my bike and realized that it was in fact raining, grabbing a large plastic storage container thanks to some good advice from TriGirl Cyndi. I was still in denial, noting to myself that it was just sprinkling and would likely stop soon. Scouter's last words to me were, "We're not coming."
I pretty much did everything wrong. You know how they say that you should never try anything new on race day? More great advice that I didn't take. I decided to swim in my TriGirl race top, which I'd never done before, and to do the whole event in my new tri shorts which I'd never even worn before. And I filled my water bottle with Accelerade which I'd never even tasted before. Yes, I'm very smart.
Thank goodness the Y is only 10 - 15 minutes away since we were supposed to be there by 6:00. As in a.m. I have to say, that seems a wee bit early. A longer distance would seem to justify the early start but a sprint? Not so much. I tried to shake off my desire to go back to bed and forget the whole thing, telling myself that this was the time the event started, and if I wanted to do the event I needed to get my butt in gear. Also telling myself that I had committed to pick up Kathryn and it was way too early to call and cancel. She would kill me. After preparing my usual pre-race meal of an English muffin with peanut butter, I picked up Kathryn, stowed her bike, and we were off. Kathryn had her game face on and was ready to rumble. (And to jump the gun a little, she kicked ass!)
We managed to get one of the last few parking spaces in the Y lot, surprisingly, and we rolled over to transition with TriGirl Cheryl who is a total sweetie. The racks weren't numbered so we grabbed spots beside each other, pretty far from the optimal bike exit spots which had already been claimed. On the bright side, we had plenty of room and were able to share my plastic container which was big enough to hold both our socks, my hat and sunglasses. I left all my crap in my transition bag so it would be somewhat protected from the elements. Other more prepared participants had brought plastic garbage bags and/or large plastic bins to protect their stuff. Cheryl was particularly impressive with her bin full of every possible need. I'll just say this was a learning experience for me on what not to do and the underrated (by me anyway) benefits of good preparation.
After a lame attempt at transition set-up, we headed to get timing chips and body marking where we saw lots of cool TriGirls! Body marking was clearly the place to be for the sexy people. Carmen, Susie Q, and Jonah were all sporting markers. Jonah hooked me up and I have to say she has beautiful handwriting. You know how bodymarking usually looks like a 2nd grader freaked on you with a Sharpie? Not mine! It was so gorgeous I felt a little sad scrubbing it off later. And it actually came right off - must have been the multiple hours of getting pounded by rain fall that loosened it up or something. But I'm getting ahead of myself again...
We completely missed the pre-race briefing and joined the cluster of athletes behind the pool a bit before 7:00. We hooked up with a posse of TriGirls. TriGirls and sisters Jennifer, Jackie and Caroline were there for their first ever event along with lots of others. We saw Grandison and her tiny little pregnant tummy hanging out by the pool exit, ready to snap unflattering photos of us exiting the pool area. Perhaps that is how she will fund her children's college tuition... blackmail photos... Fortunately, the rain was giving us a momentary respite but I was still shivering and chattering. I'm sure it was a combination of cold, nerves, and adrenaline. I saw my friend Joe who is such a sweetie, he offered me his tee shirt - literally the shirt off his back - to help warm me up. I declined but chatted with him for awhile which made the wait go quickly.
I was really nervous that I had posted an unachievable swim time and that people were going to swim all over me... which was confirmed when I realized that I was actually seeded ahead of Jackie who is most definitely faster than me. Nope - not going to happen. People were chatting in line and re-seeding themselves so I jumped right on that and moved myself back about 10 spots, still a little aggressive time wise but not quite as bad.
Before I knew it, it was my turn to enter the pool area. Some wise person hosed off my feet and I stepped into warmth. Ahhh... just hanging out in there would have been fine by me... Yet into the pool I went. I was relieved to see that the starter was giving almost a full pool length break between starts. Maybe I could stave off a pass! And I was off...
Jennifer and I had talked about starting off easy to get comfortable and warmed up in the water, and hopefully preventing hyperventilation or starting out too fast. And that's what I did. The first 50 felt great... nice and relaxed. Som would have been proud of my strokes! In the second 50, I started thinking, oh shit! My top is unzipped. I'm getting extra drag! Then I had to start laughing at myself, thinking that the extra five pounds on each thigh was probably just a bit more of an issue than a flapping top. I actually think it worked out better because I wouldn't have liked anything tight around my neck. The next few lengths got me to the half-way point where I was thinking oh shit only half way? Am I going to do this? I talked myself through it, reminding myself that I swim in that pool every week (okay, okay, some weeks...) and can do 1000 without stopping. The next 50, I started seeing bubbles from the guy in front of me. What?!? That can't be. Sure enough, it was! The next 50, I did a slow breastroke trying not to climb up his ass. I didn't think I had time to pass him and I was kinda enjoying the break. Som would NOT have been proud! Slow guy stopped at the wall to let me pass, and I sprinted the last 50. Wow, that wasn't so bad. I hopped out of the pool, hearing a group of TriGirls at the door cheering for me, and jogged of to T1.
SWIM 5:46 (7th place in age group!)
The path to T1 was gravel covered with a little teeny strip of burlap resembling a balance beam, yet somehow I stayed on it. Was I confused and the 5k actually started right after the swim??? Oh, no, finally, there's the transition area. I popped in, sat, dried my feet and face, put on bike helmet, sunglasses (feeling a bit silly in the downpour), new fingerless bike gloves, socks and bike shoes, took a shower and ate a full breakfast.
T1 3:39 (25th in AG)
I headed out of transition at a slow jog. Some jackass sprinted past me, stopped right in front of me, and hopped on his bike. Was it the same guy I passed in the pool? Quite possibly. TriGirl Cyndi, wisely decked out in rain gear, was cheering and snapping pictures to get me started on the right note for the bike leg.
The rain seemed to pick up as I headed out. Funny how that happens when you add a little speed of your own. I couldn't see much but was happy to have the protection of my sunglasses, which had the light lenses only because I had been too lazy to change to the dark ones. Ever. I navigated the early traffic lights and turns to hit Shady Grove Rd. I've ridden this route at least three times so I felt comfortable. I was breathing a little heavy, and I thought, yeah, I was breathing heavy when I rode this section with Pat. Just give yourself a little time to settle in, I thought. I even drank some which is unusual for me on the bike. I was grateful for the nutritional value of the Accelerade because at some point, my pre-taped Gu had fallen off. It made it to the transition area but the rain probably pelted the tape off. Or I knocked it off futily shoving my race number around to keep it from rubbing against my leg. I also realized about this point that I had forgotten to reset my bike computer so I had no idea how far I'd gone. I could see current speed but that was it. Oh, well. Another preparation lesson learned. I had done the same damn thing in my October sprint but obviously it didn't resonate.
I can do this, I told myself. I biked the last 10 miles of the Cap to Cap in torrential downpours, much colder than this. I passed two women on the Shady Grove leg and was approaching a group of three others as we headed towards the turn onto Ashland Road. I turned, thanked the volunteers, and took another drink. Then I put the hammer down and passed another woman and two guys, including transition dick. HA! Take that! Before I knew it, we were at the turn onto Pouncey Tract. I love this part! One of the guys I'd passed earlier passed me back. Unlike the women, who all said something encouraging when I passed them, this guy just muscled by without a glance. I passed him back and suggested that we count the number of times we could do that. That got a chuckle out of him. And he made a similar comment when he passed me again a few minutes later. At that point, my legs were feeling tired and I had to let him go. I was giving it all I had. A super fast woman and man zipped by me. I pretended I was riding with Richard; he was right behind me. I spotted a TriGirl jersey ahead of me and wondered if it was Jackie. I kept my eyes on her back the rest of the way.
Right before we turned off of Pouncey Tract, Dick passed me. Now that can't happen! I got a much needed shot of adrenaline to power through the last two miles. I passed Dick again about a mile before the bike finish. The last 1/2 mile of the bike portion was great because we rode past the runners. I saw Jennifer and shouted some encouragement. She was looking strong! Down the hill to the dismount, clip out, break, don't fall (whew!), jog across the timing mat back into transition. I gave the bike all I had to give and felt really good about it.
BIKE 38:31 (9th in AG, 19.3 rate)
Into T2 I jogged... and jogged and jogged all the way to the other end where I had set up my stuff. Peeled off new gloves, bike shoes and helmet, had a snack, called all my friends, laced up my running shoes, and was off.
T2 1:28 (26th in AG)
As I exited transition, TriGirl Carmen spotted me and went crazy. She was definitely cheerleader extraordinaire! Not only did she cheer for me, she got the finish line announcer to call out my name and wish me luck on the run. It was just the boost I needed at that point.
I've got to tell you I felt like T-total shit on the run. And I'd forgotten to pack my Garmin. Train by numbers, race by numbers. I had absolutely no clue how to pace myself without it. I grumbled some more at myself for my poor preparation. I felt like I was running with a good 3 inches of water in my shoes and they felt too loose. Stop and re-tie them? Nah. I also lamented the no-iPod rule. I really hate to hear myself pant.
About that time, I guy I'd been chatting with in line for the swim ran by with some encouraging words which I really needed about then. I consoled myself with the thought that this uphill climb would translate to a nice downhill finish. Did I mention that I felt like shit on the run? Yeah, almost the whole thing felt uphill to me. I saw some TriGirls finishing their bike including the phenomenal Deanna B, then made the turn at the half mile point.
I've run this route before. I can do it. My favorite running song, "Just put one foot in front of the other..." from some kids' Christmas movies, was running through my head. I thought about my ankle and registered surprise that it wasn't bothering me at all. Damn, there goes that excuse. WHERE is the turn around point??? I spotted Jackie ahead of me again and tried to pace myself off of her. I have no idea how fast she runs, but what the hell. She ran past Jennifer who was heading back, high fived, and shortly thereafter I did the same thing. Just keep going going going. Jackie made the turn-around. The volunteer laughed as we passed each other and wanted to know why we didn't high five (we both had on our TriGirl jerseys so he knew we were teammates). "Too tired. At least I am," I panted. SHIT SHIT SHIT. Only half way. What the hell was I thinking, that I can do a longer distance race?!? F&^% that shit. I was clearly at my most literate at this point in the race.
After the turn around, I saw some other TriGirls including the adorable Melissa. I kept going to the water stop, grabbed some gatorade and walked for a few seconds. At that point some crazy funny young guy ran by me and as I tossed the cup and started running again, he yelled something like, "And she's turning on the jets! Let's kick it up a notch!" And he was off. I laughed at his rapidly distancing back. I wanted to walk at this point but really didn't want another TriGirl to catch me being a lame ass so I kept chugging. Made the turn for the last half mile. Now where was that downhill? How could I have thought this was uphill earlier? Registered the fact that I actually felt better on the last mile than the two previous. As I approached the end, TriGirl Karen who does some major distances and barely knows me yelled encouragement, reminding me that I only had 100 yards to go. Cool! I gingerly trotted down the muddy incline, saw a group of cheering TriGirls, and picked it up for the dramatic photo finish.
RUN 27:00 (13th in AG, 8:42/mile pace)
Yes! It's over! Final results (although I didn't know it then): 38/182 women, 10/30 age group, 155/448 overall. Time: 1:16:23. I'm very happy with those numbers.
I walked around for a minute, caught up with Jackie and Jennifer again who both had great races, then grabbed my water bottle from my bike rack. I realized I hadn't stretched - a common thing I forget after an event and regret later - so I stretched for about a second before wandering off and forgetting all about it. Which I regret. Again.
I headed to the finish line, joined a group of teammates to cheer on finishers. Soon I headed up to the road to see people coming in and encourage them at the last dash as Karen had done for me. I started chatting with Leslie's husband who was so cute and proud of her. He had a huge amazing camera and he took pictures of every TriGirl who went by. Better than Brightroom! Nice. I wanted to see Kathryn finish, which I did (she incorrectly seeded herself on the swim and started later than me). I tried to find her at the finish line but couldn't and started worrying that I was going into hypothermia so I headed into the warmth of the Y. I saw Meghan in the locker room and she wrapped me in her towel which was the happiest moment I had all morning. I tried to blow dry myself which was hopeless. Then I grabbed my sweatshirt from a locker where I had crammed it before the swim - ahhhhh, that helped. I wanted to leave but the rain was torrential at that point so I ended up hanging out in the lobby, chatting, shivering, teeth chattering, turning blue. Kathryn came in and we caught up. Her husband and kids had braved the weather to come watch her race so she was heading home with them.
Even though the race wasn't over, organizers were letting participants get their stuff out of transition so I grabbed my wet soggy pile of crap and headed to the car. People were asking if I was alright as I shivered my way by them. I cranked the heat in my car as high as it would go and it still took a good 10 minutes for my teeth to stop chattering. Another lesson learned: bring a dry change of clothes.
I got home and showered until the hot water ran out, then put on the warmest clothes I own. Hugged my kids. Ate. Drank some water. Ate more.
Then it was time to prepare for the TriGirl post party we concocted to cover Grandison's SURPRISE baby shower!!!!
Post-race festivities to come...
Unfortunately, the race was yesterday. When the remnants of tropical storm Barry blew through town, dumping 18 inches of rain on the area. (Okay, okay... I exaggerate. It just dumped 18 inches of rain on me. Each minute.)
When I rolled out of bed in the dark, I heard water hitting the ground but I assumed that it was our sprinkler system. My race preparation for the predicted rain was along the maturity level of chanting "rain rain go away come again some other day" to myself. That, and after I went outside to load my bike and realized that it was in fact raining, grabbing a large plastic storage container thanks to some good advice from TriGirl Cyndi. I was still in denial, noting to myself that it was just sprinkling and would likely stop soon. Scouter's last words to me were, "We're not coming."
I pretty much did everything wrong. You know how they say that you should never try anything new on race day? More great advice that I didn't take. I decided to swim in my TriGirl race top, which I'd never done before, and to do the whole event in my new tri shorts which I'd never even worn before. And I filled my water bottle with Accelerade which I'd never even tasted before. Yes, I'm very smart.
Thank goodness the Y is only 10 - 15 minutes away since we were supposed to be there by 6:00. As in a.m. I have to say, that seems a wee bit early. A longer distance would seem to justify the early start but a sprint? Not so much. I tried to shake off my desire to go back to bed and forget the whole thing, telling myself that this was the time the event started, and if I wanted to do the event I needed to get my butt in gear. Also telling myself that I had committed to pick up Kathryn and it was way too early to call and cancel. She would kill me. After preparing my usual pre-race meal of an English muffin with peanut butter, I picked up Kathryn, stowed her bike, and we were off. Kathryn had her game face on and was ready to rumble. (And to jump the gun a little, she kicked ass!)
We managed to get one of the last few parking spaces in the Y lot, surprisingly, and we rolled over to transition with TriGirl Cheryl who is a total sweetie. The racks weren't numbered so we grabbed spots beside each other, pretty far from the optimal bike exit spots which had already been claimed. On the bright side, we had plenty of room and were able to share my plastic container which was big enough to hold both our socks, my hat and sunglasses. I left all my crap in my transition bag so it would be somewhat protected from the elements. Other more prepared participants had brought plastic garbage bags and/or large plastic bins to protect their stuff. Cheryl was particularly impressive with her bin full of every possible need. I'll just say this was a learning experience for me on what not to do and the underrated (by me anyway) benefits of good preparation.
After a lame attempt at transition set-up, we headed to get timing chips and body marking where we saw lots of cool TriGirls! Body marking was clearly the place to be for the sexy people. Carmen, Susie Q, and Jonah were all sporting markers. Jonah hooked me up and I have to say she has beautiful handwriting. You know how bodymarking usually looks like a 2nd grader freaked on you with a Sharpie? Not mine! It was so gorgeous I felt a little sad scrubbing it off later. And it actually came right off - must have been the multiple hours of getting pounded by rain fall that loosened it up or something. But I'm getting ahead of myself again...
We completely missed the pre-race briefing and joined the cluster of athletes behind the pool a bit before 7:00. We hooked up with a posse of TriGirls. TriGirls and sisters Jennifer, Jackie and Caroline were there for their first ever event along with lots of others. We saw Grandison and her tiny little pregnant tummy hanging out by the pool exit, ready to snap unflattering photos of us exiting the pool area. Perhaps that is how she will fund her children's college tuition... blackmail photos... Fortunately, the rain was giving us a momentary respite but I was still shivering and chattering. I'm sure it was a combination of cold, nerves, and adrenaline. I saw my friend Joe who is such a sweetie, he offered me his tee shirt - literally the shirt off his back - to help warm me up. I declined but chatted with him for awhile which made the wait go quickly.
I was really nervous that I had posted an unachievable swim time and that people were going to swim all over me... which was confirmed when I realized that I was actually seeded ahead of Jackie who is most definitely faster than me. Nope - not going to happen. People were chatting in line and re-seeding themselves so I jumped right on that and moved myself back about 10 spots, still a little aggressive time wise but not quite as bad.
Before I knew it, it was my turn to enter the pool area. Some wise person hosed off my feet and I stepped into warmth. Ahhh... just hanging out in there would have been fine by me... Yet into the pool I went. I was relieved to see that the starter was giving almost a full pool length break between starts. Maybe I could stave off a pass! And I was off...
Jennifer and I had talked about starting off easy to get comfortable and warmed up in the water, and hopefully preventing hyperventilation or starting out too fast. And that's what I did. The first 50 felt great... nice and relaxed. Som would have been proud of my strokes! In the second 50, I started thinking, oh shit! My top is unzipped. I'm getting extra drag! Then I had to start laughing at myself, thinking that the extra five pounds on each thigh was probably just a bit more of an issue than a flapping top. I actually think it worked out better because I wouldn't have liked anything tight around my neck. The next few lengths got me to the half-way point where I was thinking oh shit only half way? Am I going to do this? I talked myself through it, reminding myself that I swim in that pool every week (okay, okay, some weeks...) and can do 1000 without stopping. The next 50, I started seeing bubbles from the guy in front of me. What?!? That can't be. Sure enough, it was! The next 50, I did a slow breastroke trying not to climb up his ass. I didn't think I had time to pass him and I was kinda enjoying the break. Som would NOT have been proud! Slow guy stopped at the wall to let me pass, and I sprinted the last 50. Wow, that wasn't so bad. I hopped out of the pool, hearing a group of TriGirls at the door cheering for me, and jogged of to T1.
SWIM 5:46 (7th place in age group!)
The path to T1 was gravel covered with a little teeny strip of burlap resembling a balance beam, yet somehow I stayed on it. Was I confused and the 5k actually started right after the swim??? Oh, no, finally, there's the transition area. I popped in, sat, dried my feet and face, put on bike helmet, sunglasses (feeling a bit silly in the downpour), new fingerless bike gloves, socks and bike shoes, took a shower and ate a full breakfast.
T1 3:39 (25th in AG)
I headed out of transition at a slow jog. Some jackass sprinted past me, stopped right in front of me, and hopped on his bike. Was it the same guy I passed in the pool? Quite possibly. TriGirl Cyndi, wisely decked out in rain gear, was cheering and snapping pictures to get me started on the right note for the bike leg.
The rain seemed to pick up as I headed out. Funny how that happens when you add a little speed of your own. I couldn't see much but was happy to have the protection of my sunglasses, which had the light lenses only because I had been too lazy to change to the dark ones. Ever. I navigated the early traffic lights and turns to hit Shady Grove Rd. I've ridden this route at least three times so I felt comfortable. I was breathing a little heavy, and I thought, yeah, I was breathing heavy when I rode this section with Pat. Just give yourself a little time to settle in, I thought. I even drank some which is unusual for me on the bike. I was grateful for the nutritional value of the Accelerade because at some point, my pre-taped Gu had fallen off. It made it to the transition area but the rain probably pelted the tape off. Or I knocked it off futily shoving my race number around to keep it from rubbing against my leg. I also realized about this point that I had forgotten to reset my bike computer so I had no idea how far I'd gone. I could see current speed but that was it. Oh, well. Another preparation lesson learned. I had done the same damn thing in my October sprint but obviously it didn't resonate.
I can do this, I told myself. I biked the last 10 miles of the Cap to Cap in torrential downpours, much colder than this. I passed two women on the Shady Grove leg and was approaching a group of three others as we headed towards the turn onto Ashland Road. I turned, thanked the volunteers, and took another drink. Then I put the hammer down and passed another woman and two guys, including transition dick. HA! Take that! Before I knew it, we were at the turn onto Pouncey Tract. I love this part! One of the guys I'd passed earlier passed me back. Unlike the women, who all said something encouraging when I passed them, this guy just muscled by without a glance. I passed him back and suggested that we count the number of times we could do that. That got a chuckle out of him. And he made a similar comment when he passed me again a few minutes later. At that point, my legs were feeling tired and I had to let him go. I was giving it all I had. A super fast woman and man zipped by me. I pretended I was riding with Richard; he was right behind me. I spotted a TriGirl jersey ahead of me and wondered if it was Jackie. I kept my eyes on her back the rest of the way.
Right before we turned off of Pouncey Tract, Dick passed me. Now that can't happen! I got a much needed shot of adrenaline to power through the last two miles. I passed Dick again about a mile before the bike finish. The last 1/2 mile of the bike portion was great because we rode past the runners. I saw Jennifer and shouted some encouragement. She was looking strong! Down the hill to the dismount, clip out, break, don't fall (whew!), jog across the timing mat back into transition. I gave the bike all I had to give and felt really good about it.
BIKE 38:31 (9th in AG, 19.3 rate)
Into T2 I jogged... and jogged and jogged all the way to the other end where I had set up my stuff. Peeled off new gloves, bike shoes and helmet, had a snack, called all my friends, laced up my running shoes, and was off.
T2 1:28 (26th in AG)
As I exited transition, TriGirl Carmen spotted me and went crazy. She was definitely cheerleader extraordinaire! Not only did she cheer for me, she got the finish line announcer to call out my name and wish me luck on the run. It was just the boost I needed at that point.
I've got to tell you I felt like T-total shit on the run. And I'd forgotten to pack my Garmin. Train by numbers, race by numbers. I had absolutely no clue how to pace myself without it. I grumbled some more at myself for my poor preparation. I felt like I was running with a good 3 inches of water in my shoes and they felt too loose. Stop and re-tie them? Nah. I also lamented the no-iPod rule. I really hate to hear myself pant.
About that time, I guy I'd been chatting with in line for the swim ran by with some encouraging words which I really needed about then. I consoled myself with the thought that this uphill climb would translate to a nice downhill finish. Did I mention that I felt like shit on the run? Yeah, almost the whole thing felt uphill to me. I saw some TriGirls finishing their bike including the phenomenal Deanna B, then made the turn at the half mile point.
I've run this route before. I can do it. My favorite running song, "Just put one foot in front of the other..." from some kids' Christmas movies, was running through my head. I thought about my ankle and registered surprise that it wasn't bothering me at all. Damn, there goes that excuse. WHERE is the turn around point??? I spotted Jackie ahead of me again and tried to pace myself off of her. I have no idea how fast she runs, but what the hell. She ran past Jennifer who was heading back, high fived, and shortly thereafter I did the same thing. Just keep going going going. Jackie made the turn-around. The volunteer laughed as we passed each other and wanted to know why we didn't high five (we both had on our TriGirl jerseys so he knew we were teammates). "Too tired. At least I am," I panted. SHIT SHIT SHIT. Only half way. What the hell was I thinking, that I can do a longer distance race?!? F&^% that shit. I was clearly at my most literate at this point in the race.
After the turn around, I saw some other TriGirls including the adorable Melissa. I kept going to the water stop, grabbed some gatorade and walked for a few seconds. At that point some crazy funny young guy ran by me and as I tossed the cup and started running again, he yelled something like, "And she's turning on the jets! Let's kick it up a notch!" And he was off. I laughed at his rapidly distancing back. I wanted to walk at this point but really didn't want another TriGirl to catch me being a lame ass so I kept chugging. Made the turn for the last half mile. Now where was that downhill? How could I have thought this was uphill earlier? Registered the fact that I actually felt better on the last mile than the two previous. As I approached the end, TriGirl Karen who does some major distances and barely knows me yelled encouragement, reminding me that I only had 100 yards to go. Cool! I gingerly trotted down the muddy incline, saw a group of cheering TriGirls, and picked it up for the dramatic photo finish.
RUN 27:00 (13th in AG, 8:42/mile pace)
Yes! It's over! Final results (although I didn't know it then): 38/182 women, 10/30 age group, 155/448 overall. Time: 1:16:23. I'm very happy with those numbers.
I walked around for a minute, caught up with Jackie and Jennifer again who both had great races, then grabbed my water bottle from my bike rack. I realized I hadn't stretched - a common thing I forget after an event and regret later - so I stretched for about a second before wandering off and forgetting all about it. Which I regret. Again.
I headed to the finish line, joined a group of teammates to cheer on finishers. Soon I headed up to the road to see people coming in and encourage them at the last dash as Karen had done for me. I started chatting with Leslie's husband who was so cute and proud of her. He had a huge amazing camera and he took pictures of every TriGirl who went by. Better than Brightroom! Nice. I wanted to see Kathryn finish, which I did (she incorrectly seeded herself on the swim and started later than me). I tried to find her at the finish line but couldn't and started worrying that I was going into hypothermia so I headed into the warmth of the Y. I saw Meghan in the locker room and she wrapped me in her towel which was the happiest moment I had all morning. I tried to blow dry myself which was hopeless. Then I grabbed my sweatshirt from a locker where I had crammed it before the swim - ahhhhh, that helped. I wanted to leave but the rain was torrential at that point so I ended up hanging out in the lobby, chatting, shivering, teeth chattering, turning blue. Kathryn came in and we caught up. Her husband and kids had braved the weather to come watch her race so she was heading home with them.
Even though the race wasn't over, organizers were letting participants get their stuff out of transition so I grabbed my wet soggy pile of crap and headed to the car. People were asking if I was alright as I shivered my way by them. I cranked the heat in my car as high as it would go and it still took a good 10 minutes for my teeth to stop chattering. Another lesson learned: bring a dry change of clothes.
I got home and showered until the hot water ran out, then put on the warmest clothes I own. Hugged my kids. Ate. Drank some water. Ate more.
Then it was time to prepare for the TriGirl post party we concocted to cover Grandison's SURPRISE baby shower!!!!
Post-race festivities to come...
Saturday, June 2, 2007
Powerkids Triathlon Race Report
My kids completed their first triathlon today! They were pretty into it, but it was mainly me who was overly excited.
One thing I really liked about the event is that the little guys (5-8) were given time to completely clear the course before the bigger kids (9-14) even started. My kids were in the third swim wave. I waited outside the door to cheer for them and snap photos as they exited; Scouter waited at the end of the chute to provide towels and more support. Taz flew out the door with a big grin at a full sprint. Rainbow came out more slowly looking a bit dazed. She walked to transition and got there just as Taz was taking off for his bike leg.
By that time, Taz had blazed back through transition and taken off on the run leg. He looked a little tired after the first loop but kept moving at a rapid rate towards the end. He probably crossed the finish line before Rainbow started her run. I fully expected her to walk much of the way, but she was a trooper. We saw her walking for a few minutes but she jogged it out most of the way, even catching another kid who was pretty far ahead of her at the beginning of the run. I was at the finish line for the announcement of her name and age, and caught her with a big hug. Taz saw her cross the finish line too and was a proud big brother.
We actually had to wake the kids up earlier even than we do for school - 6:30. Their bathing suits and clothes were ready to go, so they hopped up, geared up, and had healthy breakfasts. After a quick stop to pick up Gatorade (by request), we were off.
The Y was a bevy of activity with kids and healthy-looking parents everywhere. I saw my friend (and fellow TriGirl) Jackie in transition with two of her kids. Also TriGirl DB was there looking adorable as always.
Scouter and I set up the transition area with bike/run clothes, running shoes, Gatorade, and Hammer Gel. Then we headed off to body marking. Taz & Rainbow were very excited about body marking, especially getting their ages (to be) on their legs. Both have birthdays after the event, so they thought it was really cool to be marked a year older than they actually are.
We barely made it over to the pre-race briefing which was a bit of a mess. Imagine 165 kids and their parents crammed into the small space behind the Shady Grove Y pool, being told that we can't watch our kids swim and oh, by the way, even though the website said we could run with our children on the bike leg, the race director changed her mind the night before and oh too bad that your five year old is going to be devestated because you told her you would be right beside her, you can't go out there. So yes I had a few minutes of being extremely pissed off before I shook it off to try to make the experience the best it could be.
One thing I really liked about the event is that the little guys (5-8) were given time to completely clear the course before the bigger kids (9-14) even started. My kids were in the third swim wave. I waited outside the door to cheer for them and snap photos as they exited; Scouter waited at the end of the chute to provide towels and more support. Taz flew out the door with a big grin at a full sprint. Rainbow came out more slowly looking a bit dazed. She walked to transition and got there just as Taz was taking off for his bike leg.I'd coached the kids on walking their bikes out of transition and 
making sure helmets were on and snapped. Taz ran his bike out, hopped on, and took off like a shot. He had a big grin the whole way. Rainbow did not look too happy at this point. She ended up riding Taz's bike at the last minute and said she fell on the course. (My poor baby! And I wasn't there!!!) I was really nervous the whole time she was out on the bike leg and extremely relieved to see her little legs motoring back. And she was moving!!!
making sure helmets were on and snapped. Taz ran his bike out, hopped on, and took off like a shot. He had a big grin the whole way. Rainbow did not look too happy at this point. She ended up riding Taz's bike at the last minute and said she fell on the course. (My poor baby! And I wasn't there!!!) I was really nervous the whole time she was out on the bike leg and extremely relieved to see her little legs motoring back. And she was moving!!!
By that time, Taz had blazed back through transition and taken off on the run leg. He looked a little tired after the first loop but kept moving at a rapid rate towards the end. He probably crossed the finish line before Rainbow started her run. I fully expected her to walk much of the way, but she was a trooper. We saw her walking for a few minutes but she jogged it out most of the way, even catching another kid who was pretty far ahead of her at the beginning of the run. I was at the finish line for the announcement of her name and age, and caught her with a big hug. Taz saw her cross the finish line too and was a proud big brother.They were both proud and happy at the end of the race, and anxious to partake in post-race festivities. Grandma and PaPa treated them to snow cones and cotton candy. (It's amazing how those people have changed since they became grandparents! I would have gotten neither as a child.)
I didn't ask them if they'd do it again because I don't want to push them, but I hope they will.
They are champions!
Friday, June 1, 2007
Weekend in Triplicate
Yeah, I've been resting on the laurels of my last post which I'm inordinately pleased with. Isn't Taz hilarious? he he
I'm ridiculously excited for this weekend even though it's going to be insane! We have:
3 birthday parties
3 baseball games
3 triathlons
1 round of golf (18 is a multiple of 3!)
1 TriGirl party (tri - get it?!?)
The kids' first triathlon is tomorrow at the Shady Grove Y. We went to packet pickup tonight and they were thrilled to discover sports gel in their packets. They wore the swim caps everywhere else we went. Which included a trip to the Y to check out the transition area and walk the course. I think I am way more excited than they are, although they're pretty fired up.
Helmets are stickered, race numbers are pinned to shirts, and transition bags are packed. Shoes are stretched wide and those cool little tri lacing gadgets are installed. I have a bonus snack bag for the wait before their heat starts and after, if needed. Including race beans which are another big exciting adventure.
My first scheduled tri of the season follows on Sunday. I'm going to run with the kids during their bike section tomorrow and see how my ankle feels afterwards. If it isn't any worse from the run, then I'll do it. If it is a mess, then I will just go cheer on my fellow TriGirls. There's no point in hurting myself further and missing six or more weeks.
Taking this week off had its definite pros and cons. I kind of didn't know what to do with myself during lunch time so I went shopping on Tuesday and Wednesday then made lunch plans for Thursday and Friday. Today, my Mom took me out to lunch. Our conversations are usually constantly interrupted by my kids so it was really nice to have alone-time with her. I also put in some extra hours at work which were much needed this week. Scouter is pretty much ready for me to start working out again so I'll stop spending so much money during lunch!
A highlight of the week was the Massey Cancer Center wine and cheese reception for team fundraising coordinators associated with the Monument 10k. I had the good fortune of attending with the ever-adorable Susie Q and had so much fun hanging out with her. I can't keep up with her on a swim, bike or run, but I can hang with her for a social function! Thanks for going with me, SQ!
Hopefully I'll be training with Susie and the TriGirls more on Saturdays after all. Scouter and I made a deal that if I get to attend the long training sessions on Saturday, he gets to golf on Sunday. I've been encouraging him to go all spring and he's finally taking me up on it. We'll see whether that improves his disposition. In the meantime, I've been calling him Old Curmudgeon or OC for short. He doesn't seem to find it nearly as amusing as I do.
While he's golfing this Sunday, I'll be hosting a TriGirl post-race party. Yippee!!! I'm looking forward to it. And I have to say that associating with so many type A women is a beautiful thing. Everyone offered to bring something, and I'm old and lazy enough to take them all up on it. I used to try to do it all myself but I learned that I'm too stressed and/or tired to enjoy the party. This one, I will definitely enjoy!
Here's to a fun-filled, activity laden weekend! Cheers!
I'm ridiculously excited for this weekend even though it's going to be insane! We have:
3 birthday parties
3 baseball games
3 triathlons
1 round of golf (18 is a multiple of 3!)
1 TriGirl party (tri - get it?!?)
The kids' first triathlon is tomorrow at the Shady Grove Y. We went to packet pickup tonight and they were thrilled to discover sports gel in their packets. They wore the swim caps everywhere else we went. Which included a trip to the Y to check out the transition area and walk the course. I think I am way more excited than they are, although they're pretty fired up.
Helmets are stickered, race numbers are pinned to shirts, and transition bags are packed. Shoes are stretched wide and those cool little tri lacing gadgets are installed. I have a bonus snack bag for the wait before their heat starts and after, if needed. Including race beans which are another big exciting adventure.
My first scheduled tri of the season follows on Sunday. I'm going to run with the kids during their bike section tomorrow and see how my ankle feels afterwards. If it isn't any worse from the run, then I'll do it. If it is a mess, then I will just go cheer on my fellow TriGirls. There's no point in hurting myself further and missing six or more weeks.
Taking this week off had its definite pros and cons. I kind of didn't know what to do with myself during lunch time so I went shopping on Tuesday and Wednesday then made lunch plans for Thursday and Friday. Today, my Mom took me out to lunch. Our conversations are usually constantly interrupted by my kids so it was really nice to have alone-time with her. I also put in some extra hours at work which were much needed this week. Scouter is pretty much ready for me to start working out again so I'll stop spending so much money during lunch!
A highlight of the week was the Massey Cancer Center wine and cheese reception for team fundraising coordinators associated with the Monument 10k. I had the good fortune of attending with the ever-adorable Susie Q and had so much fun hanging out with her. I can't keep up with her on a swim, bike or run, but I can hang with her for a social function! Thanks for going with me, SQ!
Hopefully I'll be training with Susie and the TriGirls more on Saturdays after all. Scouter and I made a deal that if I get to attend the long training sessions on Saturday, he gets to golf on Sunday. I've been encouraging him to go all spring and he's finally taking me up on it. We'll see whether that improves his disposition. In the meantime, I've been calling him Old Curmudgeon or OC for short. He doesn't seem to find it nearly as amusing as I do.
While he's golfing this Sunday, I'll be hosting a TriGirl post-race party. Yippee!!! I'm looking forward to it. And I have to say that associating with so many type A women is a beautiful thing. Everyone offered to bring something, and I'm old and lazy enough to take them all up on it. I used to try to do it all myself but I learned that I'm too stressed and/or tired to enjoy the party. This one, I will definitely enjoy!
Here's to a fun-filled, activity laden weekend! Cheers!
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