Wednesday, January 5, 2011
in completely other news....
today we filed zoe's adoption paperwork. for those of you who don't know, jason is NOT zoe's biological father... however, he has been the most dad she's ever known, having been living with us for the last 5 years and married for nearly 4.5. The very first time that zoe met jason, she called him "daddy" and I will always say that SHE chose HIM. This has been a long time coming...and I will be so excited when the day comes that we can officially change her last name!! :)
inner struggles
so here's a picture of me ready to pop with my first pregnancy... i had a long struggle with anorexia/bulimia and when I got pregnant, my poor metabolism couldn't handle eating normally... so I packed on 80 lbs just by "being healthy." This monstrosity was the result:
So needless to say, having a healthy relationship with my weight has been a struggle... and I've really had a hard time finding the balance of one extreme and another. I've never been easily able to find the balance between good and evil, right and wrong, fast and slow, quiet or loud, lazy and crazy... starvation and overindulgence... to little or too much... I've just always been an "extreme" kind of person. One of my main goals for myself for this year is to find the balance... to meet myself halfway... to give a little, take a little, and most importantly - give myself a break.
I never really considered myself to be an athlete until I completed Barb's Race half ironman in July. That race truly showed me what I'm capable of (as if the 2 full marathons the prior year had not LOL) and really taught me some things about myself. But even to this day, I don't really consider myself to be a "true athlete." I know I've said that before, but it's just how I feel about things, and I'm hoping that 2011 will be the year I finally believe in myself.
I'm also a defeatest... if something's not going my way, it crushes me. Vegas 1/2 Marathon in December is a perfect example of it... the race wasn't going my way, and instead of pulling my head out of my ass and finishing strong... I felt defeated and essentially gave up. Even though my time was not what I had hoped and my heart rate was too high, and my pace had to be slower than I had wanted to maintain a lower heart rate, I should have pushed on. I didn't. And my time sucked.
But no more dwelling in the past. It's GO TIME. Time to kick some ass, and rock the new year, new season. At least I have some great company to join me (pics stolen from Jax).
So needless to say, having a healthy relationship with my weight has been a struggle... and I've really had a hard time finding the balance of one extreme and another. I've never been easily able to find the balance between good and evil, right and wrong, fast and slow, quiet or loud, lazy and crazy... starvation and overindulgence... to little or too much... I've just always been an "extreme" kind of person. One of my main goals for myself for this year is to find the balance... to meet myself halfway... to give a little, take a little, and most importantly - give myself a break.
I never really considered myself to be an athlete until I completed Barb's Race half ironman in July. That race truly showed me what I'm capable of (as if the 2 full marathons the prior year had not LOL) and really taught me some things about myself. But even to this day, I don't really consider myself to be a "true athlete." I know I've said that before, but it's just how I feel about things, and I'm hoping that 2011 will be the year I finally believe in myself.
I'm also a defeatest... if something's not going my way, it crushes me. Vegas 1/2 Marathon in December is a perfect example of it... the race wasn't going my way, and instead of pulling my head out of my ass and finishing strong... I felt defeated and essentially gave up. Even though my time was not what I had hoped and my heart rate was too high, and my pace had to be slower than I had wanted to maintain a lower heart rate, I should have pushed on. I didn't. And my time sucked.
But no more dwelling in the past. It's GO TIME. Time to kick some ass, and rock the new year, new season. At least I have some great company to join me (pics stolen from Jax).
since I've always done things a bit backwards....
I'm not doing New Year's Resolutions, as I stated. However, I will begin my "January 10th Resolutions" on Monday. Why January 10th? Because I can.
What do I intend to do?
I've gotten myself copies of the books Eat Right 4 Your Type and the "Type A Supplements and Foods List" and "Cook Right 4 Your Type." This week, I began implementing these things into my daily routine and diet... kind of as a "trial" period. Next Monday... it's the real deal. All meals and snacks must be "approved" and "on the list." Why do I want to do this? Well, last year, I had my bodyfat and all of that good stuff tested. Come to find... I have a slow metabolism... REALLY? I'm always hearing at work "you eat so well and you're always working out... you should be a twig." (gee, thanks!) but really, there's truth to it. Not only do I eat "well" (I mean, compared to the fast food frenzy of my office) I do workout a lot... but I also like to eat a lot... well, maybe not "a lot" but clearly more than my slow metabolism can burn. In this testing, I was told my "ideal body weight" (with consideration of my bone and muscle) should be around 125-135 lbs. I've NEVER weighed 125 (maybe when I was 10 lol) so in being a responsible athlete who has no desire to be a twig, have picked the "lucky number" of 135. Now, I've got less than 20 lbs to lose until I reach this "magic number" and I've given myself 12-16 weeks to accomplish it.
I think that should be sufficient. Here goes nothing!! :)
What do I intend to do?
I've gotten myself copies of the books Eat Right 4 Your Type and the "Type A Supplements and Foods List" and "Cook Right 4 Your Type." This week, I began implementing these things into my daily routine and diet... kind of as a "trial" period. Next Monday... it's the real deal. All meals and snacks must be "approved" and "on the list." Why do I want to do this? Well, last year, I had my bodyfat and all of that good stuff tested. Come to find... I have a slow metabolism... REALLY?
I think that should be sufficient. Here goes nothing!! :)
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
where oh where has my motivation gone?
Last week, I was super charged...energized... highly motivated. This week... not so much.
Maybe it was the super long hours I spent training... or Perhaps I left a bit of the hunger, the drive... out on the long ride on Saturday. Guess I better buck up and find it and finish the week strong.
School starts up again this week. I'm currently on academic probation... guess it's time to really step up and pay attention to my grades. The thing is, I'm not failing. I'm not getting D's... I'm not even getting C's... but for my current program, I need all B's and above. I graduated magna cum laude in my undergraduate program...so this is frustrating....
...now...off to do homework.
Maybe it was the super long hours I spent training... or Perhaps I left a bit of the hunger, the drive... out on the long ride on Saturday. Guess I better buck up and find it and finish the week strong.
School starts up again this week. I'm currently on academic probation... guess it's time to really step up and pay attention to my grades. The thing is, I'm not failing. I'm not getting D's... I'm not even getting C's... but for my current program, I need all B's and above. I graduated magna cum laude in my undergraduate program...so this is frustrating....
...now...off to do homework.
Monday, January 3, 2011
not much to report
It's amazing how perception can change EVERYTHING. How misunderstandings can breed such unhappiness... how everything in life is truly subjective. It's all about how you see it... or she sees it... or he sees it... just depends on which wheel is the squeakiest.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
2010 in Review!!
So 2010 definitely had it's ups and downs... but then again I guess the same can be said for any year. I think I definitely had more ups than downs, which is always comforting... but there's definitely room for improvement (isnt' there always?)
Highlights of 2010:
*Finishing my first official half ironman distance triathlon
*Making new friends and strengthening bonds with old
*Watching my children grow, learn, and change
*Spending quality time with my husband
*My husband completing his first triathlon and several other half marathons with me
*Watching my friends succeed in various areas
*Graduating Magna Cum Laude with a BA in Psychology
*Starting my MA program
*Taking an awesome trip to Palo Alto and exploring the Barb's Race Course with Randi
*Spending countless hours in the water, on the bike, and on my feet
I don't like resolutions. Simply because I feel like a person (myself) should always strive to better myself ALL THE TIME and not simply because it's a new year. Though the calendar says 2011... all the mistakes and choices that I've made in the past still affect who I am and what I'm doing. Therefore, I believe that change should be a constant, continuing process regardless of what my calendar is telling me. (Which is a huge reason why i hate going to the gym at the beginning of the year) but anyway... I have several goals for this year...
*spend less, save more
*attack debt with a vengence
*get the house, my car, my life more organized
*spend more time with the kids doing enriching and/or active activities
*plan a menu/shopping list for the week and stick to it
*cook more, eat out less
*teach Zoe to ride a bike without training wheels and get her and Ellie enrolled in swimming lessons once it warms up
*one date night with the husband per month (at least)
*train smarter, train harder
*put more effort into school
*maintain healthy diet
*mantra of the year: healthy body, healthy mind, healthy mind, healthy body...
*one girls night out or activity per month
*encourage and support orthers
Yes, lofty list... but I already do a lot of those things... I just want to put it out on paper, so that it memorializes it. I've been doing a lot of self improvement over the last couple years in particular... but I can do more. I WILL do more. I know that I can accompilsh so much more than I think even I give myself credit for... now only to be able to get that energy and effort into my racing mindset.
2011... I'm coming for you.
Highlights of 2010:
*Finishing my first official half ironman distance triathlon
*Making new friends and strengthening bonds with old
*Watching my children grow, learn, and change
*Spending quality time with my husband
*My husband completing his first triathlon and several other half marathons with me
*Watching my friends succeed in various areas
*Graduating Magna Cum Laude with a BA in Psychology
*Starting my MA program
*Taking an awesome trip to Palo Alto and exploring the Barb's Race Course with Randi
*Spending countless hours in the water, on the bike, and on my feet
I don't like resolutions. Simply because I feel like a person (myself) should always strive to better myself ALL THE TIME and not simply because it's a new year. Though the calendar says 2011... all the mistakes and choices that I've made in the past still affect who I am and what I'm doing. Therefore, I believe that change should be a constant, continuing process regardless of what my calendar is telling me. (Which is a huge reason why i hate going to the gym at the beginning of the year) but anyway... I have several goals for this year...
*spend less, save more
*attack debt with a vengence
*get the house, my car, my life more organized
*spend more time with the kids doing enriching and/or active activities
*plan a menu/shopping list for the week and stick to it
*cook more, eat out less
*teach Zoe to ride a bike without training wheels and get her and Ellie enrolled in swimming lessons once it warms up
*one date night with the husband per month (at least)
*train smarter, train harder
*put more effort into school
*maintain healthy diet
*mantra of the year: healthy body, healthy mind, healthy mind, healthy body...
*one girls night out or activity per month
*encourage and support orthers
Yes, lofty list... but I already do a lot of those things... I just want to put it out on paper, so that it memorializes it. I've been doing a lot of self improvement over the last couple years in particular... but I can do more. I WILL do more. I know that I can accompilsh so much more than I think even I give myself credit for... now only to be able to get that energy and effort into my racing mindset.
2011... I'm coming for you.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
new year :)
HAPPY NEW YEAR :) This year I plan to write every day... even if it's only a couple of lines :)
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
ch-ch-ch-ch-chaaaanges
I don't even think I can accurately summarize the rest of the year that has passed since I posted last... lots of blood, sweat, and tears...
But lets just say... 2011 will bring about many changes....hopefully all good. I don't like making "resolutions" because those have the stigma of being broken by the 5th or so of January... so every year I commit to be better than the year before and commit to a healthier lifestyle and healthier/better choices than the previous year...and every year, I do accomplish it. So I will continue to make this pact with myself to live yet another year in better form...
I have my own demons to conquer - namely - MYSELF. I am my own worst enemy...my greatest foe...the force that brings me down in a single thought...the most powerful adversary that I will ever meet... I have a unique way of messing myself up worse than anyone else can...or will...and can destroy myself with a single thought.
I hope 2011 can quiet some of the demons that sit atop my shoulder as I race or simply go through life.
I have a lot on tap for 2011...and a lot of goals to meet and negativity to destroy.
I am also going to try to post 1 picture and a brief blog EVERY day for 2011. We'll see if that happens... (hence why I won't resolve to do it)
Perhaps this year, with the help of my awesome coach (Bryan Hill and Catalyst Endurance Coaching/Rehab United), my best friends and training partners (Jax, Randi, Kara, Mary, etc etc etc) and a whole lot of inspiration (Whit, Liz, Julie, Beth, Desi, Michelle, and the list goes on and on and on) this will be one of the best years of my life. (And I'm sure I've forgotten MANY MANY people in that short list of people). Well... here goes...January 1st, 2011 - I go up an age group... lets see if I can't go up in everything else as well...except weight... that I'd prefer to see on a downward trend.
Here's to 2011... BRING IT.
But lets just say... 2011 will bring about many changes....hopefully all good. I don't like making "resolutions" because those have the stigma of being broken by the 5th or so of January... so every year I commit to be better than the year before and commit to a healthier lifestyle and healthier/better choices than the previous year...and every year, I do accomplish it. So I will continue to make this pact with myself to live yet another year in better form...
I have my own demons to conquer - namely - MYSELF. I am my own worst enemy...my greatest foe...the force that brings me down in a single thought...the most powerful adversary that I will ever meet... I have a unique way of messing myself up worse than anyone else can...or will...and can destroy myself with a single thought.
I hope 2011 can quiet some of the demons that sit atop my shoulder as I race or simply go through life.
I have a lot on tap for 2011...and a lot of goals to meet and negativity to destroy.
I am also going to try to post 1 picture and a brief blog EVERY day for 2011. We'll see if that happens... (hence why I won't resolve to do it)
Perhaps this year, with the help of my awesome coach (Bryan Hill and Catalyst Endurance Coaching/Rehab United), my best friends and training partners (Jax, Randi, Kara, Mary, etc etc etc) and a whole lot of inspiration (Whit, Liz, Julie, Beth, Desi, Michelle, and the list goes on and on and on) this will be one of the best years of my life. (And I'm sure I've forgotten MANY MANY people in that short list of people). Well... here goes...January 1st, 2011 - I go up an age group... lets see if I can't go up in everything else as well...except weight... that I'd prefer to see on a downward trend.
Here's to 2011... BRING IT.
Monday, August 9, 2010
... and it goes on, and on, and on.....
"I throw my hands up in the air sometimes
Saying AYO
Gotta let go
I wanna celebrate and live my life
Saying AYO
Baby, let's go
'Cause we gon' rock this club
We gon' go all night...we gon' light it up... like it's dynamite!!"
This song went through my head for the entire 70.3 miles of the race a couple weeks ago... music has always been so important to me and having the right motivational beat has always gotten me through the most tough of times...
Right now, I'm struggling... I'm struggling to get my workouts in... but succeeding in other places in my life... and actually, I have found that it's making me agitated...angry... My husband took a fantastic job with Dell and is away in Texas for training and will be traveling most of the months when he is home, and home on the weekends. What does this mean? It means I guess I need to get creative with my workouts and really figure out the balance. Jason has always been there for Jackie and I, taking care of all FOUR kids when needed, when asked... usually at least once a week (if not two or more times a week!!) he had all the kids. He was amazing, helpful... I really relied on him for assistance. And I know how lucky I am... I appreciate it... I make sure to let him know how much I appreciate it... but right now, I'm lost. I help "swim buddy" for Bobbie during the beginner open water swim on Thursday... I have brick workouts that I'm supposed to do during the week... but it's incredibly hard when there are lunches to make, dishes to wash, a house to clean, kids to entertain, meals to be made, camps to be picked up from, etc etc. So I'm a little lost right now. Today I was supposed to swim... but I had a paper due tonight for my master's program. The treadmill is broken (waiting on a new belt) or I would go for a run. I could get on the trainer... but I need to finish my paper. I have one due every week... This is going to be interesting.
I still have goals. I still have hopes for my performance. Barb's race made me realize that I truly CAN do what I put my mind to. And now I want to see what more I can make my body do... and I have 32 days until my next race...and I am kind of stressing about getting in the training. I feel that I won't be able to put in what I need to, and I feel selfish even feeling anxious and antsy when I don't get a good workout in. But I was used to that - I got used to the hard workouts...it was an energy release for me... a stress reliever... a way to really feel good about myself. The last week of recovery has been extremely hard on me!! I am antsy... I feel really anxious... I want to be moving... I want to put in the miles on my bike and feet... I want to feel the water in my fingers as I lope through the water.. I need to find balance. I need to figure out how to maintain the highest levels of myself as a mom, wife, student, and athlete. Now... where to start?
I feel like I've let myself down... I'm letting myself down... I'm failing... in that I can't follow what's currently on my training plan... that I don't have the time right now to do it all.. how can I get past this? Will I ever really get past feeling that I'm letting myself down... or those who have been encouraging and supporting me. I feel that in not doing my training and not going everything I am "supposed to" be doing is a failure. So what do I do? Do I make time for it all, getting 0 sleep? Do I just deal with the fact that I don't have the time? How can I break through that mental barrier of NOT pushing myself as before?> How peculiar... at one point, I had trouble getting through the workouts... and now I miss them!! How crazy...
Saying AYO
Gotta let go
I wanna celebrate and live my life
Saying AYO
Baby, let's go
'Cause we gon' rock this club
We gon' go all night...we gon' light it up... like it's dynamite!!"
This song went through my head for the entire 70.3 miles of the race a couple weeks ago... music has always been so important to me and having the right motivational beat has always gotten me through the most tough of times...
Right now, I'm struggling... I'm struggling to get my workouts in... but succeeding in other places in my life... and actually, I have found that it's making me agitated...angry... My husband took a fantastic job with Dell and is away in Texas for training and will be traveling most of the months when he is home, and home on the weekends. What does this mean? It means I guess I need to get creative with my workouts and really figure out the balance. Jason has always been there for Jackie and I, taking care of all FOUR kids when needed, when asked... usually at least once a week (if not two or more times a week!!) he had all the kids. He was amazing, helpful... I really relied on him for assistance. And I know how lucky I am... I appreciate it... I make sure to let him know how much I appreciate it... but right now, I'm lost. I help "swim buddy" for Bobbie during the beginner open water swim on Thursday... I have brick workouts that I'm supposed to do during the week... but it's incredibly hard when there are lunches to make, dishes to wash, a house to clean, kids to entertain, meals to be made, camps to be picked up from, etc etc. So I'm a little lost right now. Today I was supposed to swim... but I had a paper due tonight for my master's program. The treadmill is broken (waiting on a new belt) or I would go for a run. I could get on the trainer... but I need to finish my paper. I have one due every week... This is going to be interesting.
I still have goals. I still have hopes for my performance. Barb's race made me realize that I truly CAN do what I put my mind to. And now I want to see what more I can make my body do... and I have 32 days until my next race...and I am kind of stressing about getting in the training. I feel that I won't be able to put in what I need to, and I feel selfish even feeling anxious and antsy when I don't get a good workout in. But I was used to that - I got used to the hard workouts...it was an energy release for me... a stress reliever... a way to really feel good about myself. The last week of recovery has been extremely hard on me!! I am antsy... I feel really anxious... I want to be moving... I want to put in the miles on my bike and feet... I want to feel the water in my fingers as I lope through the water.. I need to find balance. I need to figure out how to maintain the highest levels of myself as a mom, wife, student, and athlete. Now... where to start?
I feel like I've let myself down... I'm letting myself down... I'm failing... in that I can't follow what's currently on my training plan... that I don't have the time right now to do it all.. how can I get past this? Will I ever really get past feeling that I'm letting myself down... or those who have been encouraging and supporting me. I feel that in not doing my training and not going everything I am "supposed to" be doing is a failure. So what do I do? Do I make time for it all, getting 0 sleep? Do I just deal with the fact that I don't have the time? How can I break through that mental barrier of NOT pushing myself as before?> How peculiar... at one point, I had trouble getting through the workouts... and now I miss them!! How crazy...
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
at long last....
... I am back. I came, I saw, I conquered...and I plan to do it again. What transpired over the weekend of my race was seemingly life changing... it showed me what I could achieve, if I put my mind to it... and it surpassed my wildest expectations of myself.
We began the journey on Wednesday night, caravaning behind Randi and her wonderful parents. The decision was to stop for the night in Santa Clarita so we could get a good night sleep and choke down the pre-race boost of sodium and glutamine. (GROSS!!) A little splenda couldn't even mask the taste... or even worse - the smell. But we did it - in the name of victory - and we laughed about it later. Between that and the gallons of water, we were a bloated, hot mess... not to mention stopping to pee more often than any of us would have liked. Fueling with healthy snacks and water, we were determined to keep up our healthy eating and water drinking... all in the name of the race.
Thursday we finished the drive and went for what was supposed to be a 30 minute ride. Since we ladies always have to overachieve, the ride turned into 11+ miles... (though at a very pedestrian pace) and followed up with a one mile run. Dinner was protein and carb loaded at IHOP...where the service was less than stellar. Jax and family went to bed and Jas and I spent some time with Randi, loving on her OCD Type A tendencies and organizational nature. (Which, might I add... I learned so much from her...really!!)
Friday morning we stuffed ourselves with omelettes from "For Play Cafe" and headed to the Russian River... the nerves were intense during the drive... I seriously thought that I was going to puke from anxiety... We got to the river and Jax and I walked around in nervous silence... knowing what was to lie ahead the following day... Then it happened... the TCSD people started pouring onto the beach... we were HOME again... the nerves disappeared and we enjoyed a nice swim with the tri clubbers and then went on rent a couple of canoes. The nerves stayed away until we arrived at Windsor High School. I realized I only had my expired USAT card and my phone would not load the page fast enough to show the people checking us in... so I sucked it up and purchased the $10 day pass. The most exciting feeling in the world came when the volunteer placed the wristband on me, and I walked into the room to pick up my packet.
Jax, Kara, and I were all on the same rack in T2, so we set up together, marking the spot with hot pink tape (thanks, Randi!!) -- a long course talk later and more walking (and my misplacing...and thankfully FINDING my phone) -- we were off to Applebee's for some pre-race fuel (and of course more water and salt!!) The booth we were sitting at was surrounded by pictures of previous Vineman races... ahh... the nerves. Jax and I created our pre-race playlist, discussed final thoughts, and headed back to the hotel to prep (and sleep!!)
Saturday morning, I was awoken by Jax jumping on me, proclaiming "Today, it will be DONE!!" I'll admit it, I was nervous. Packed everything into the cars... double triple checked everything... and we were off. Arriving at the beach, I was in awe... all the men around me were IRONMEN or aquabikers... and the women were either there to do the full, Barb's race, the relays, or the aquabike. Everyone there was amazing... simply for showing up. Transition set up, we watched some of the swim start to Vineman... it always amazes me how many people give up within the first few hundred feet of the swim start... all that training... to just... end the race... barring anything catastrophic, I suppose...
I don't think I've ever been so nervous before a race. Either it was nerves or the sheer terror of the 70.3 miles that was in front of me, waiting to be divided and conquered... Jax and I did a little RU-style warm up and into the water for our quick warm up we went... funny thing, too... they didn't count down, they didn't warn us... just BEEEEP of the airhorn...and we were off...
The Swim:
I am not a fast swimmer... I am a strong swimmer... and I kept swallowing the water... thankfully, it wasn't salty... I felt so slowwwww going up, and when I glanced at my time at the turnaround, I was at 24 minutes... thankfully, it only took me 16 getting back... swim time: 40:55
Can I jut say - I LOVED THE WETSUIT STRIPPERS!! I wish they had them at every race!! Though I somehow managed to burn nearly 4 minutes in transition... probably mostly the slow commute I had from my rack to the hill.
The Bike:
Can I just say... I LOVED THIS COURSE!! However - in spite of the huge USAT rules talk we were given, I only saw ONE marshall, AND had a girl tailing me for about 15 miles... I kept asking her to get off my butt, and then I'd speed up... but we basically played cat and mouse for a long time. (She went on to have a stellar run -- gee, maybe had you not saved your legs drafting me.... HAHA) But I loved the course... In retrospect, I probably could have pushed a bit harder on the bike... but that might have royally messed my run up even worse than it already was. The course breezed by... chalk hill came and went... and finally... the descent and flats into the high school. (Bike time: 3:09)
Now, we had been told that there was grass in t2... well, as we had found out the previous day, there was not. However, around mile 47, the spigot to my water bottle system popped off and started to spray infinit... when I hung my bike up on the rack, it unleashed a waterfall of hydration... I had to pee... so what the hell, as I was putting on my shoes... took care of business... afterall, there was no way for ANYONE to know what I was doing at the time... rinsed off with a bottle of water and was off.
The run:
Started off around a 9:05/mile... which is decently fast for me... kept this up for maybe 4 miles... and the heat got me. The water and gatorade completely unsettled my stomach and it was a chore to choke down the Roctane... I even had to walk for a few... just to settle my stomach... begged, pleaded, argued with my legs to keep going... and they did!! On that hot, sticky, 100% humid course, I managed to pull out a 2:19... faster than I had run San Dieguito on fresh legs the year before... ok, not my crowning achievement and the most stellar performance... but I did it... I ran that hot, hilly half marathon and I finished...
6:17:45... and I was done. Jax was waiting at the finish line to give me my medal... we embraced and shared a cry... after a cool shower, I felt semi-human again.
Amazing day. Amazing Race. Randi and Jax killed it out there. (As did Val, Brian, Peter, the rest of the tcsd crew) We all exceeded our expectations. We did it. We came, we saw... and we CONQUERED.
... Then I got home and signed up for round 2. I think 70.3 is a great distance for me. I think that since I'm a slower, stockier athlete, I have a better chance at doing well with the long, slow distance than I do with the sprints. However... my goals right now:
Sub 2 hour - Vegas half marathon (december)
kill last year's time and possibly top 15 or 20 -- mission bay sprint (october)
work on speed
ride a century
train with less time and less flexibility than before
watch and encourage jax on her podium journey
get faster
get stronger
lean up/tone up
Count down to New Orleans April 17, 2011.
Thank you to all of you who have supported, loved, and encouraged me through this journey. Thank you for putting up with my lows and my highs... for being there, for giving me advice and comforting words... for keeping me positive... for not discouraging me in this journey... for being my friends... my family... my partners in crime, my sisters/brothers in suffering... for allowing me to pursue this craziness.
And here's to what's to come!!
Special thanks to my training partners... you all know who you are. Thank you for everything. I love you all more than words can express... you are an extension of my family and hold a special place in my heart.... For inspiring me, and pushing me to run when I didn't want to run... bike when my legs felt like lead... and swim when my arms did not want to move. To my family for being there, for loving me even when I was gone a lot... for supporting me even when it wasn't easy... for the endless encouragement. I love you.
And a special thanks to Bryan Hill, of http://www.rehabunited.com, and Catalyst Endurance Training... for the coaching, the support, the friendship, and the tools to help me achieve.
So I accomplished this... all the self doubt... all the fears... everything that I experienced... lead to one thing: a phenomenal accomplishment. When i first started this process, my only wish - to finish the race in less than 8 hours. 8 hours whittled down to 7 hours... and I figured that I would do it in 6:45/6:30... I exceeded my expectations... I actually exceeded my expectations. I pushed and pushed and pushed, I did not let myself slack... I made my legs pedal when they felt like coasting... I forced my arms to swim, even though I wanted to get up and walk through the water like some of the others were... even though I was ready to give up in the head of the run... I kept going.
Something changed in me out on that course... and I will never say "I can't" again. I CAN do what I put my mind to. Now to really see what I can really do with my upcoming races and training... bring it on :)
We began the journey on Wednesday night, caravaning behind Randi and her wonderful parents. The decision was to stop for the night in Santa Clarita so we could get a good night sleep and choke down the pre-race boost of sodium and glutamine. (GROSS!!) A little splenda couldn't even mask the taste... or even worse - the smell. But we did it - in the name of victory - and we laughed about it later. Between that and the gallons of water, we were a bloated, hot mess... not to mention stopping to pee more often than any of us would have liked. Fueling with healthy snacks and water, we were determined to keep up our healthy eating and water drinking... all in the name of the race.
Thursday we finished the drive and went for what was supposed to be a 30 minute ride. Since we ladies always have to overachieve, the ride turned into 11+ miles... (though at a very pedestrian pace) and followed up with a one mile run. Dinner was protein and carb loaded at IHOP...where the service was less than stellar. Jax and family went to bed and Jas and I spent some time with Randi, loving on her OCD Type A tendencies and organizational nature. (Which, might I add... I learned so much from her...really!!)
Friday morning we stuffed ourselves with omelettes from "For Play Cafe" and headed to the Russian River... the nerves were intense during the drive... I seriously thought that I was going to puke from anxiety... We got to the river and Jax and I walked around in nervous silence... knowing what was to lie ahead the following day... Then it happened... the TCSD people started pouring onto the beach... we were HOME again... the nerves disappeared and we enjoyed a nice swim with the tri clubbers and then went on rent a couple of canoes. The nerves stayed away until we arrived at Windsor High School. I realized I only had my expired USAT card and my phone would not load the page fast enough to show the people checking us in... so I sucked it up and purchased the $10 day pass. The most exciting feeling in the world came when the volunteer placed the wristband on me, and I walked into the room to pick up my packet.
Jax, Kara, and I were all on the same rack in T2, so we set up together, marking the spot with hot pink tape (thanks, Randi!!) -- a long course talk later and more walking (and my misplacing...and thankfully FINDING my phone) -- we were off to Applebee's for some pre-race fuel (and of course more water and salt!!) The booth we were sitting at was surrounded by pictures of previous Vineman races... ahh... the nerves. Jax and I created our pre-race playlist, discussed final thoughts, and headed back to the hotel to prep (and sleep!!)
Saturday morning, I was awoken by Jax jumping on me, proclaiming "Today, it will be DONE!!" I'll admit it, I was nervous. Packed everything into the cars... double triple checked everything... and we were off. Arriving at the beach, I was in awe... all the men around me were IRONMEN or aquabikers... and the women were either there to do the full, Barb's race, the relays, or the aquabike. Everyone there was amazing... simply for showing up. Transition set up, we watched some of the swim start to Vineman... it always amazes me how many people give up within the first few hundred feet of the swim start... all that training... to just... end the race... barring anything catastrophic, I suppose...
I don't think I've ever been so nervous before a race. Either it was nerves or the sheer terror of the 70.3 miles that was in front of me, waiting to be divided and conquered... Jax and I did a little RU-style warm up and into the water for our quick warm up we went... funny thing, too... they didn't count down, they didn't warn us... just BEEEEP of the airhorn...and we were off...
The Swim:
I am not a fast swimmer... I am a strong swimmer... and I kept swallowing the water... thankfully, it wasn't salty... I felt so slowwwww going up, and when I glanced at my time at the turnaround, I was at 24 minutes... thankfully, it only took me 16 getting back... swim time: 40:55
Can I jut say - I LOVED THE WETSUIT STRIPPERS!! I wish they had them at every race!! Though I somehow managed to burn nearly 4 minutes in transition... probably mostly the slow commute I had from my rack to the hill.
The Bike:
Can I just say... I LOVED THIS COURSE!! However - in spite of the huge USAT rules talk we were given, I only saw ONE marshall, AND had a girl tailing me for about 15 miles... I kept asking her to get off my butt, and then I'd speed up... but we basically played cat and mouse for a long time. (She went on to have a stellar run -- gee, maybe had you not saved your legs drafting me.... HAHA) But I loved the course... In retrospect, I probably could have pushed a bit harder on the bike... but that might have royally messed my run up even worse than it already was. The course breezed by... chalk hill came and went... and finally... the descent and flats into the high school. (Bike time: 3:09)
Now, we had been told that there was grass in t2... well, as we had found out the previous day, there was not. However, around mile 47, the spigot to my water bottle system popped off and started to spray infinit... when I hung my bike up on the rack, it unleashed a waterfall of hydration... I had to pee... so what the hell, as I was putting on my shoes... took care of business... afterall, there was no way for ANYONE to know what I was doing at the time... rinsed off with a bottle of water and was off.
The run:
Started off around a 9:05/mile... which is decently fast for me... kept this up for maybe 4 miles... and the heat got me. The water and gatorade completely unsettled my stomach and it was a chore to choke down the Roctane... I even had to walk for a few... just to settle my stomach... begged, pleaded, argued with my legs to keep going... and they did!! On that hot, sticky, 100% humid course, I managed to pull out a 2:19... faster than I had run San Dieguito on fresh legs the year before... ok, not my crowning achievement and the most stellar performance... but I did it... I ran that hot, hilly half marathon and I finished...
6:17:45... and I was done. Jax was waiting at the finish line to give me my medal... we embraced and shared a cry... after a cool shower, I felt semi-human again.
Amazing day. Amazing Race. Randi and Jax killed it out there. (As did Val, Brian, Peter, the rest of the tcsd crew) We all exceeded our expectations. We did it. We came, we saw... and we CONQUERED.
... Then I got home and signed up for round 2. I think 70.3 is a great distance for me. I think that since I'm a slower, stockier athlete, I have a better chance at doing well with the long, slow distance than I do with the sprints. However... my goals right now:
Sub 2 hour - Vegas half marathon (december)
kill last year's time and possibly top 15 or 20 -- mission bay sprint (october)
work on speed
ride a century
train with less time and less flexibility than before
watch and encourage jax on her podium journey
get faster
get stronger
lean up/tone up
Count down to New Orleans April 17, 2011.
Thank you to all of you who have supported, loved, and encouraged me through this journey. Thank you for putting up with my lows and my highs... for being there, for giving me advice and comforting words... for keeping me positive... for not discouraging me in this journey... for being my friends... my family... my partners in crime, my sisters/brothers in suffering... for allowing me to pursue this craziness.
And here's to what's to come!!
Special thanks to my training partners... you all know who you are. Thank you for everything. I love you all more than words can express... you are an extension of my family and hold a special place in my heart.... For inspiring me, and pushing me to run when I didn't want to run... bike when my legs felt like lead... and swim when my arms did not want to move. To my family for being there, for loving me even when I was gone a lot... for supporting me even when it wasn't easy... for the endless encouragement. I love you.
And a special thanks to Bryan Hill, of http://www.rehabunited.com, and Catalyst Endurance Training... for the coaching, the support, the friendship, and the tools to help me achieve.
So I accomplished this... all the self doubt... all the fears... everything that I experienced... lead to one thing: a phenomenal accomplishment. When i first started this process, my only wish - to finish the race in less than 8 hours. 8 hours whittled down to 7 hours... and I figured that I would do it in 6:45/6:30... I exceeded my expectations... I actually exceeded my expectations. I pushed and pushed and pushed, I did not let myself slack... I made my legs pedal when they felt like coasting... I forced my arms to swim, even though I wanted to get up and walk through the water like some of the others were... even though I was ready to give up in the head of the run... I kept going.
Something changed in me out on that course... and I will never say "I can't" again. I CAN do what I put my mind to. Now to really see what I can really do with my upcoming races and training... bring it on :)
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