Starting over....again

I won't even talk about promising to blog and then failing to follow through. As has often been my mantra in life - better late than never.
Luray, for the record, totally sucked for me. As it turned out they decided at the last minute to make it a nonwetsuit swim. There was no way I was attempting that swim without my wetsuit floatie. So I wore it and consequently started the bike pretty overheated.
The bike is a pretty darned hilly course. And wouldn't you know that my front derailluer broke about 15 minutes into the first loop. So no big chain ring for me on the significant downhill that made up the backside of the two loop course. But at least I could climb without killing my knees. For some odd reason I decided that a Starbucks double shot on loop two would be a good idea so I had put one in one of my water bottles. I know they say never do anything in a race that you haven't tried in training - but I forgot that they say that. It was really not a very good idea.
When I finished the bike and got off to run my stomach was 'tore up'! My heartrate skyrocketed and I basically walked most of the 10k run.
Horrible day discouraging race. Oh and did I mention the temps got up to about 87 degrees on my second loop of the run.
Supposed to have done Savageman this past weekend to make up for Luray. But I've been sick for two weeks all due to a visit on labor day weekend to the Savageman venue to peruse the bike course in advance.
On my birthday no less, Sept. 5th., I ended up walking up a climb for the first time ever. Apparently at some point during this humiliation a yellowjacket decided to take refuge in my shoe and then decided to sting me. OUCH! I got back on the bike at the top of the hill without even checking for exactly what had bitten/stung me. So it wasn't until about 5 miles later that Steve suggested I stop and see what it was. By then Mr. YJ was squashed.
That night my foot itched so badly I could not sleep. Then I got some sort of flu for about a week - then last week my hands and feet and knee (yes only one) swelled to twice their size.
Steve had a great race at Savageman though, made it up the Westernport Wall and got his brick!
I'm feeling better now - finally! So tomorrow I start my winter plan. The goal of the plan is to figure out just what I have to do to get even one minute faster on a
5k, maybe 7 miutes on a 10k since I'd like to break an hour!
More to come on that. In the meantime - update done - finally. The pic is from our Savageman perusal - I was appalled at the shortness of my shorts in this picture. Steve insists that is is really my legs that are the problem - they're too long. Either way....geez...

Fun - Training - Oxymoron?

Steve and I drove three hours to Waynesboro last Saturday for some serious (Read: bigger than Pungo Ferry Bridge) hill climbing. We didn't leave until noon which means we didn't get there with bikes out, gear on, ready to roll until about 4 p.m. Rather late in the day to get motivated for what was supposed to be a medium-hard brick, especially hard after a 3 hour car ride.

Medium hard means we do our own thing. (Steve's medium hard is my impossible hard). So I started out alone. The first ten miles on the parkway starting at Afton Inn are about nine miles of climbing and one mile of descent. I was working but I was also enjoying it. Something was missing....

I got back to the car and without the usual "ugh, I don't wanna" started my brick despite the fact that the route Steve said he was doing and that I couldn't possibly do due to my 'lack of agility' -therefore guaranteeing this would be my running route- seemed to be three miles of straight up hill. I was definitely working on that run but I was also enjoying it. Something was definitely missing...

The next day we did the old Blue Ridge Extreme metric route - thirty miles of rolling hills leading into a Cat 2 climb called Vesuvius that will forever intimidate me no matter how many times I actually make it to the top and then about thirty miles of parkway riding which means no climb too steep but more than one climb quite long especially on tired legs. I was working and hurting especially by mile 50 but I was also having fun, lots. Again I felt it, elusive but definitely palpable - something was noticeably missing....

As I dragged my tired, stiff and achy bones into the shower I pondered the mystery. Instead of feeling discouraged, I felt satisfied and instead of feeling like the biggest loser (and I'm not talking about weight loss) I felt great, happy, inspired even. Missing, gone and disappeared were the feelings of drudgery, demoralization and discouragement that usually follow my workouts.

I made a decision after Eagleman to stop comparing myself to everyone else. Who cares? I never cared and I realized that for me, caring sucks all the life's blood out of the sport for me. It's amazing. I'm having fun training. Fun training. For me at least no longer an oxymoron.

Consistency

Blog posting is not always easy. It's almost like homework - once you get behind it's easy to think of reasons why its better to catch up tomorrow. For me tomorrow turned into six months. Well I'm back. I could say I've got some catchin up to do, but I'm not doing any catchin up. Today is the first day of the rest of my blogging....

I'm supposed to be training for the Luray International Triathlon. For the less obsessed, international refers to the distance of the race not how far athletes come to race it. It is a small race and a good distance for me. After the aqua fiasco at Eagleman; it's time for me to scale back the distance and do some work on speed. Okay do lots of work on speed.

I started running 20 years ago and from the first day the thing that appealed to me was going farther not faster. Somehow I got caught up in the quantity numbers game. In my head I'm still like that. I have to remind myself constantly at the pool that I am there to actually learn how to swim not just to log x number of meters in the water. Same thing on the bike. If I don't ride at least 30 miles I don't feel like it's worth going. Running is really hard for me now but even so my mind says that running anything less than 5 miles is not even worth heading out the door.

So I'm going to fight my distance obsessions and focus on the international distance for the rest of this year. Luray in August and the Savage Man olympic distance at the end of September.

I'm going to really make an effort to become a better swimmer by spending at least 5 hours a week in the pool. I'm going to do speed work on the bike once a week and speedwork at the track once a week.

Steve keeps preaching consistency so I'm going to be consistent. In blogging and in training!

Vacation this week - training starts July 5th!

Friend: a person you know well and regard with affection

For the past two years I followed a blog by Leroy Sievers. He worked for NPR, had colon cancer and decided to blog about it. It was a wonderful blog; the man definitely had a gift for writing. He died the day before Timberman and I actually cried. I never met this man, but I cried!

I've 'met' some other cancer patients through leroy's blogs who also have cancer blogs (see I do have other interests besides triathlon). One woman, Stephanie Dornbrook, who lived for two years longer than they told her she would, actually did everything to prepare for her death so that her family wouldn't have to. She ordered silk for the burial shroud, planned the funeral meticulously and divided her things between all four of her children in boxes for them to open after she died. She even gave the family the names of four friends to call, these four friends would call all of her other friends so that her family wouldn't have to make those calls. Wow! That was all I could say! Wow!

Then there's Tasha a blogger I initially followed because of her hilarious triathlon training commentary. Tasha was diagnosed with breast cancer last year; this diagnosis has actually made her blog even more entertaining. I love her; she's on my 'cancer sucks now go away' prayer list and I've only 'met' her on the internet.

Rachel Ross is another blogger friend. She was the first amateur woman to finish Kona in 2007, is an awesome athlete, mom and yes...blogger! She's so funny despite facing some incredible challenges this past year. I consider her someone I know, She makes me laugh. And she is on my 'migraines suck now go away' prayer list!

There are many other blogger friends I've made this past year. Some are funny, some are just sweet as hell(BreeWee) some share great training advice (Mary); all of them inspire me.

Friend: a person you know well and regard with affection.

It was the best of times; It was the worst of times...

Tis the season. Offseason. Down time. Time for half hour workouts and growing muffin tops.

In-season Steve rules, no question. But offseason, a time when intellect and cunning prevail- offseason is mine!

I'm the solid front runner in our "Facebook Friends War". VO2 max be damned when it comes to facebook friending strategies. I Rule!

Fast twitch muscle dominance is great, but not too helpful in a game of chess. Again, I Rule!

Humility is all mine during race season, but offseason... I RULE!!

Clearwater Dreamin..

Clearwater was pretty amazing. Since I drove down I was able to bring both bikes. I love being able to ride someplace different. On the bike, the two things I'm most chicken about are climbs and bridges when it's windy. Clearwater combined both, windy bridges that were also pretty big climbs. It was really fun though once I quit imagining being blown over the side. The bridges were fun to bike over and to run over. And it was so nice to bike and run without all the winter gear!

They had a practice swim on Thurday and Friday morning for 3 hours and during that time they had lifeguards on the swim course. Perfect time for me to try a HIM swim distance but I just couldn't do it. The main thing that held me back was the fear that I'd get seasick and spend the rest of my Clearwater time feeling like crap. Steve did the swim though and had a blast.


I stayed on the beach and watched all the euros doing the practice swim in their speedos! One guy had a speedo with little sailboats all over it. I tried to get a picture but never did manage to do it.
Shannon missed her plane. I was torn between being mad and disappointed. Her dad actually ended up paying an extra $100 so she could come the next day. I was glad she came. She slept alot and complained that it was cold. It actually was a bit chillier than we anticipated.

We found out that she is very grumpy in the morning! Very grumpy!

But she did go down to transition with me on Friday afternoon.

She even took the honors of driving the bike course with Steve; something I really did not want to do!
Race morning was great. Usually I hate getting up but this time I was excited. Steve was up, had his breakfast, coffee and said he felt pretty good. Since our motel was right across the street from transistion we were able to just walk over.






I ran during the bike portion which is why I don't have a single bike picture. Then I got Shannon and we headed down to see Steve finish the run.


Steve had the best half IM of his life. Set PR's on the swim/bike and run and loved every minute of it! Shannon was inspired by the people who were obviously giving it everything they had. And seeing Sister Madonna Buder and Rick and Dick Hoyt was pretty inspiring too!



In alot of ways it was like a mini-IM Kona. The drafting didn't seem to be as much of an issue this year although Steve did say the women seemed to be the worst offenders.
Our room looked right out onto a marina. There were a couple of tour type boats and the place played calypso music all day. It sounds cheesy, but it was just awesome!

We were sad to leave. Shannon and I drove back, (Steve flew) it took us 15 hours! And then of course it rained for three days straight, windy and cold!
Now Steve is on his two week break time, no swim/bike/run : { and I'm trying to keep going with my plan to become a better runner.

Pics say it all