Are bib numbers are posted! So, you should be able to track us on race day.
Queercorn/Meg B. is #2196
Cookiemonster/Jen S is #2197
Now, let's just pause for a minute....how the heck did we get numbers right next to each other??? We registered at totally different times and are in different categories....Jen is in the collegiate athlete division. Weird.
Sassy-femme/Jen J. is #2030
Total T/Trina is #2207
So, come race day track our progress at www.ironman.com
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Queercorn and Cookie the Monster's Race Plan
We are nearly there. We have shipped our bikes and we can't remember what day it is and we are counting down the workouts.
Saturday, August 30: Run 10 miles.
Sunday, August 31: Double spin class. Pack for Madison.
Monday, Sept. 1: Swim 45 minutes.
Tuesday, Sept. 2: Fly to Chicago. Drive to Madison. Check in at the Candlewood Suites.
Wednesday, Sept. 3: Jog 3 miles. Drive out to the bike course and drive it. Nap. Eat well. Hydrate. Watch movies and dumb tv (like John and Kate + 8). Hang out with the McJabneys (jennifer and trina).
Thursday, Sept. 4: Pick up packet 10 a.m.-4 p.m. Pick up bikes and bags at 1 p.m. Swim one loop of course, if possible. Check out the helix and transitions areas. Check out the merchandising areas. Start organizing transition and special needs bags. T1, T2, Bike Special Needs, Run Special Needs. Nap. Hydrate. Eat Pagliai's Pizza brought to us from Iowa City. Go to the Great Dane Brewery. Email Pig a birthday card. Email people our bib numbers so they can track us on race day. Go back out to bike course, with Tula, Pepper, et. al and ride a couple of hills.
Friday, Sept. 5: Go to race site at 8 a.m. for Gatorade bag check and practice swim, if we are not able to swim on Thursday. Try to get out of mandatory athlete meeting or attend from 7:30-8:30 p.m. If we go to mandatory meeting, have family dinner prior to meeting. Nap. Hydrate. Plan parking for Sunday. Have family pizza dinner and pass out secret surprises.
Saturday, Sept. 6: 10-3 p.m. bike and transition gear check-in. BIKES: to Monona Terrace Parking lot level 4. SWIM TO BIKE BAGS: Ballroom C & D. BIKE TO RUN BAGS: Hall of Ideas Room G & J. Check and re-check special needs bags which we take to course on day of race. NO NAPPING. Hydrate. Take warm bath and klonapin and get in bed at 7 p.m. to be asleep by 8 p.m.
RACE DAY~Sunday, Sept. 7:
3:30 a.m. awaken. Eat two eggs and two pieces of toast with peanut butter and jam. Have a coffee with cream (jen but not meg). Drink 1/2 liter of H2O and 1/2 liter of nuun or gatorade. Meg will wake & feed Lucy in order to drain the boobs as much as possible. Parents are getting Lucy ready for the day and dealing with all her needs other than the boobie feed. Get dressed: bathing suit, sweats or shorts, t-shirt, chacos, baseball hat.
4:30 a.m. leave.
5 a.m.: Body marking. Check bikes (tires, computer, cookie/grover, tubes, pumps, food on bike). Put Friction Zone samples on bikes. Count racks, find landmarks to make sure we can find our bikes after the swim. Agree on place to meet when ready to head out on bike course. Meg will feed Lucy again if able. Head to swim start by 6am. Put on wetsuits and liberally apply Friction Zone to rub areas (neck, inner arms, lats). Mark our caps and feet with hot pink sharpies so we can detect each other in the water, maybe. Kiss family good bye!
6:30 a.m. Enter water for the deep water start
7 a.m. mass swim start
Swim
:
This picture was taken on IMMoo race day 2007...while my friends were trying to sign me up...didn't get in! Later got in through collegiate divison. The lesson of this story is, don't go snorkeling on sign up day!
Seed ourselves midpack-frontish on inside if possible. Ask people around us their time predictions to get a sense of if we are where we should be to avoid as much running over/being run over as we can. Pee in my wetsuit. Relax and float. Avoid using energy as much as can. Get goggles situated and not leaking. Jen-put in earplugs & nose clip. Visualize the swim ahead of us. Sight as needed to stay on course. Glide, stay long, stay in our bodies and our swims. Navigate as can without wasting energy. Remember the goal of the swim is to swim as swiftly as we can while remaining efficient, very TI like. Dedicating the swim to Meghan in hopes that her fish-like qualities assist us. Remember to draft if we can. Agree to not worry about each other during the swim, but find each other at transition. Remember that body contact is not personal, it is inevitable. Try and pee in water at end of swim. At finish, cross mat, let helpers help us and strippers strip us (hee hee). Walk/run in shame up helix in bathing suit and hope that none of the 10,000 spectators see us. Be invisible.
Finish strong goal: 1:25:00
Realistic goal: 1:15:00
Pie in the sky goal: 1:10:00
Saturday, August 30: Run 10 miles.
Sunday, August 31: Double spin class. Pack for Madison.
Monday, Sept. 1: Swim 45 minutes.
Tuesday, Sept. 2: Fly to Chicago. Drive to Madison. Check in at the Candlewood Suites.
Wednesday, Sept. 3: Jog 3 miles. Drive out to the bike course and drive it. Nap. Eat well. Hydrate. Watch movies and dumb tv (like John and Kate + 8). Hang out with the McJabneys (jennifer and trina).
Thursday, Sept. 4: Pick up packet 10 a.m.-4 p.m. Pick up bikes and bags at 1 p.m. Swim one loop of course, if possible. Check out the helix and transitions areas. Check out the merchandising areas. Start organizing transition and special needs bags. T1, T2, Bike Special Needs, Run Special Needs. Nap. Hydrate. Eat Pagliai's Pizza brought to us from Iowa City. Go to the Great Dane Brewery. Email Pig a birthday card. Email people our bib numbers so they can track us on race day. Go back out to bike course, with Tula, Pepper, et. al and ride a couple of hills.
Friday, Sept. 5: Go to race site at 8 a.m. for Gatorade bag check and practice swim, if we are not able to swim on Thursday. Try to get out of mandatory athlete meeting or attend from 7:30-8:30 p.m. If we go to mandatory meeting, have family dinner prior to meeting. Nap. Hydrate. Plan parking for Sunday. Have family pizza dinner and pass out secret surprises.
Saturday, Sept. 6: 10-3 p.m. bike and transition gear check-in. BIKES: to Monona Terrace Parking lot level 4. SWIM TO BIKE BAGS: Ballroom C & D. BIKE TO RUN BAGS: Hall of Ideas Room G & J. Check and re-check special needs bags which we take to course on day of race. NO NAPPING. Hydrate. Take warm bath and klonapin and get in bed at 7 p.m. to be asleep by 8 p.m.
RACE DAY~Sunday, Sept. 7:
3:30 a.m. awaken. Eat two eggs and two pieces of toast with peanut butter and jam. Have a coffee with cream (jen but not meg). Drink 1/2 liter of H2O and 1/2 liter of nuun or gatorade. Meg will wake & feed Lucy in order to drain the boobs as much as possible. Parents are getting Lucy ready for the day and dealing with all her needs other than the boobie feed. Get dressed: bathing suit, sweats or shorts, t-shirt, chacos, baseball hat.
4:30 a.m. leave.
5 a.m.: Body marking. Check bikes (tires, computer, cookie/grover, tubes, pumps, food on bike). Put Friction Zone samples on bikes. Count racks, find landmarks to make sure we can find our bikes after the swim. Agree on place to meet when ready to head out on bike course. Meg will feed Lucy again if able. Head to swim start by 6am. Put on wetsuits and liberally apply Friction Zone to rub areas (neck, inner arms, lats). Mark our caps and feet with hot pink sharpies so we can detect each other in the water, maybe. Kiss family good bye!
6:30 a.m. Enter water for the deep water start
7 a.m. mass swim start
Swim
:This picture was taken on IMMoo race day 2007...while my friends were trying to sign me up...didn't get in! Later got in through collegiate divison. The lesson of this story is, don't go snorkeling on sign up day!
Seed ourselves midpack-frontish on inside if possible. Ask people around us their time predictions to get a sense of if we are where we should be to avoid as much running over/being run over as we can. Pee in my wetsuit. Relax and float. Avoid using energy as much as can. Get goggles situated and not leaking. Jen-put in earplugs & nose clip. Visualize the swim ahead of us. Sight as needed to stay on course. Glide, stay long, stay in our bodies and our swims. Navigate as can without wasting energy. Remember the goal of the swim is to swim as swiftly as we can while remaining efficient, very TI like. Dedicating the swim to Meghan in hopes that her fish-like qualities assist us. Remember to draft if we can. Agree to not worry about each other during the swim, but find each other at transition. Remember that body contact is not personal, it is inevitable. Try and pee in water at end of swim. At finish, cross mat, let helpers help us and strippers strip us (hee hee). Walk/run in shame up helix in bathing suit and hope that none of the 10,000 spectators see us. Be invisible.
Finish strong goal: 1:25:00
Realistic goal: 1:15:00
Pie in the sky goal: 1:10:00
Meg swim start IM CDA 2006
T1:
Dry off. Put on shorts with Friction Zone on the bits. Put on sports bra, jersey, gloves, socks, shoes, helmet, sunglasses. Put in eye drops. If cold, wear dumb STP jacket that can be tossed when warmed up. Make sure number is in the correct placement and secured. Eat PB& J, drink gatorade/nuun. Pee if not able to at end of swim. Meet each other at designated spot and wait if the other one is not there. If other person is not there in 30 minutes then leave.
Goal: 7-9 minutes.
Bike: 
Remember MECCA, RAGBRAI, Vashon Island and STP! Remember on tail out and first lap to be solid, but reigning ourselves in so that second lap and tail back we have energy to step it up (based on advice of IMMoo veterans). We want to feel as if we are going strong and solid, but we could go faster and that faster would not be a sprint. Breathe! Take in the scenery, talk to the animals, and definitely say, "hi cows!" Enjoy the ride, remembering that biking in the country is fun.
Ride Breakdown: The ride is a 17 mile tail, 2 loops, and a tail back to town. Loop goes through 3 towns and the towns 13 miles apart. 4 tough hills (per jillyfish, an IMMoo veteran) all coming between 2nd and 3rd town (Cross Plains to Verona). It seems the course has a great way to break it down mentally. To quote jillyfish, "I think about it as 17 miles to the loop (easily do-able in my head), 13 miles to each town, and 13 miles to each town again, and 17 back to Madison--voila, you are done!" Dedicating the hills to Jennifer and Trina who rode up Mt. St. Helen's with us after Meg told them it "wasn't very hilly." It is a volcano after all. Try not to stop until we have completed the first loop (coordinate with special needs stop and bathrooms). Meg will need to express milk during bathroom stops. Because, nothing says fun like hand expressing milk into a Honeybucket (port-a-potty) urinal.
If we get flats or have mechanical issues, we will remain calm, only freak out a bit, and then force ourselves to belly-laugh to break the tension...after all this really is a silly overly-privileged race. Then we will get on with it and fix the whatever and get back on the course and if we can't, we will throw our bikes away and start drinking. Check time after first loop. Pick up special needs bags to replace food, etc. Eat and drink regularly (every 15-30 minutes). Refill with Gatorade/fluids as needed at aid stations. Get a banana if offered.
Meg is eating: margarita salt cliff blocks, peanut butter filled pretzels, fig newtons, nature's path peanut butter energy bars, chocolate Gu, PB&J. Drinking: H2O from camelback; bottle of nuun.
Jen is eating: snausages, PB&J, peanut butter filled pretzels, fig newtons, power bars, margarita salt cliff blocks, cola cliff blocks, creamsicle Gu. Drinking: H2O from camelback; bottle of gatorade. Jen is also taking endurolytes, 1-3 per hour if hot.
Remember we are a team, doing this together to finish together. We have done a lot of long, hard hilly rides together with far less training and much more baggage (physical not emotional). For instance, 18% grades in Connecticut, the hilliest state in the union that no one knows about. Or, 204 miles in one day when no one should even ride more than 70 miles ever. Or, finally, 5200 feet elevation gain in 52 miles of riding...that is just wrong. Be honest with each other re: our needs when we know them, not after we have buried them for miles and miles. Consciously check-in, encourage each other, and respect each other's process and pacing. As a team, use our individual strengths (meg-endurance and consistent pacing over time; jen-strong at beginning and pushes our limits to reach our potential) to make us stronger and complete the course with energy left for the run. Dedicating the second lap and home-stretch to each other because we always get each other through the tough rides.
Spin it out the last 2-3 miles to get legs ready for run. Let helpers take bike to wherever they take it.
Finish strong goal: 7:30:00
Realistic goal: 7:15:00
Pie in the sky goal: 6:50:00
T2:
Change all clothing because really, we're doing this thing in 14 hours-ish...no need to wear the same sweaty, salty, crusty outfit all day. Put on run shorts (2), new bra, new shirt, new socks, and running shoes, and visor. Ditch sunglasses unless glaring. Re-apply friction zone to: underarms, under boobs, around belly button, around bra straps, inner thighs, feet. Drink nuun/gatorade. Put heat patches on jen's low back. Take endurolytes, pepto-bismol, ibuprofen and compazine (in hopes of warding off all inner evilness). Eat either PB&J (if tolerable) or Gu. Make sure number is properly placed and secured. Hoot and holler for making the bike cut-off. Whoo hoo. Exit.
Goal: 5 minutes
Run:
Walk for the first 10 minutes. Make a plan for how long we can run at that point; aim for 20 minutes. Then begin 10 minute "Alternating Ownership Chunks"- a little game we have come up with to break down the run; e.g. meg says "we shall run for 7 minutes and walk for 3." The next 10 minutes is jen's choice of run-walk breakdown. Remember Admiral and Oregon Street, those bitchy hills! Breathe and settle in. Walk through all aid stations every 1-2 miles. Eat bites of something at every aid station. Alternate gatorade and H2O. Dedicate the first lap of the run to Pig, Petey, Jeannette and Brooke for watching Lucy so we could shuffle along Alki. Dedicate the second lap to Kelsey, Chris, Erica, and Dayna for watching Lucy, thinking Jen is pretty, and being the fabu queer "kids" that they are. Enjoy the spectators and volunteers (remembering to always thank them). Talk with other racers and encourage them as needed and appropriate. Soak in the sounds of the finish approach (about a 1 mile out). Reflect on our journey, stay upright, watch footing, begin celebration, stay present and near each other. Only speed through the shoot if there is a chance of coming in at sub-14 or sub-15 or sub-17 for that matter. Otherwise, enjoy the shoot, the crowd, our families, and listen for our ironic announcements, "Meg and Jen you are Ironmen!" Grab hands and hoot and holler with our joined hands waving above our heads and cross finish line (no skipping).
Finish strong goal: 5:30:00
Realistic goal: 5:00:00
Pie in the sky goal: 4:45:00
Overall race goal:
Finish strong goal: 14:38:00
Realistic goal: 13:43:00
Pie in the sky goal: 12:58:00
Bottom line goal: Sub 17:00:00
This entire race is dedicated to our families: Mary, Charlie, Doug, Michelle, Sam, Everett, Number 3, Elise, Jim, Robert, Aline, Pig, and Petey. Without your support (financial, emotional, lucy-watching, house-hold running, and just putting up with us) we absolutely could not have done this. We love you all and are deeply grateful. Thank you.
A big fat thank you to our training partners and friends, Jennifer and Trina. Without Alone-Plus...we would just have been doing this alone! You have both demonstrated courage, strength, and trust in the process, each other, and us in remarkable ways.
And to Lucy, our fabulous, amazing, awesome, funny, sweet, strong, adorable, independent, sociable baby. Thank you for being exactly who you are and who you will become. You rock and we love you.
To our dogs, Zia and Otter, we promise a trip to the dog park in your very near future. Really, we promise, seriously, we mean it this time.
And, finally to each other: "You may not remember the time you let me go first. Or the time you dropped back to tell me it wasn't that far to go. Or the time you waited at the crossroads for me to catch up. You may not remember any of those, but I do & this is what I have to say to you: today, no matter what it takes, we ride home together." Brian Andreas
Iron Meg, IM CDA 2006 finish
Tapering
Greetings all! I've learned over the last few days that more people than I knew have been following this blog. Thank you. It's been an amazing journey, though seemingly impossible at times, always amazing. All of your support, your kind words, your haiku (yes we received supportive poetry!), your laughter, your massages, your love and your friendship, your food, and your emergency vehicles helped me get here. Without your undying support and encouragement this would have been certainly impossible. It is a gift to share the training experiences with you and it is an honor to carry a piece of each of you with me as I take on this big day.
Yesterday I shipped Tula and Pepper (jennifer and trina's) bikes to WI. It was surreal. I have spent so much time on Tula this season that I have developed something of a relationship with her (don't laugh....more than a 1000 miles on her this year means something!). :) But it was also the greatest sign that this journey is about to come to its pinnacle. We are near the apex of this fantastic, exhausting, transformative adventure. I can hardly believe it.
For those of you who are interested, you can track our race day progress 'live' online the day of the race (Sunday, Sept 7, start time: 07:00 a.m.). The first link below are the instructions, the second link is the website that you will use on race day to track our progress. We promise to have picture albums posted ASAP after race day.
Link 1: http://ironman.com/ironmanlive/racedaycoverage/livetrackinginfo
Link 2: http://ironman.com/events/ironman/wisconsin
Here are a few more great videos about Ironman. The first is about women at Ironman and the 2nd and 3rd capture the Ironman spirit. Maybe you'll be inspired to join us next year. HOOYAH!
Thank you again for your support and encouragement!!!
Love you all!!!
Yesterday I shipped Tula and Pepper (jennifer and trina's) bikes to WI. It was surreal. I have spent so much time on Tula this season that I have developed something of a relationship with her (don't laugh....more than a 1000 miles on her this year means something!). :) But it was also the greatest sign that this journey is about to come to its pinnacle. We are near the apex of this fantastic, exhausting, transformative adventure. I can hardly believe it.
For those of you who are interested, you can track our race day progress 'live' online the day of the race (Sunday, Sept 7, start time: 07:00 a.m.). The first link below are the instructions, the second link is the website that you will use on race day to track our progress. We promise to have picture albums posted ASAP after race day.
Link 1: http://ironman.com/ironmanlive/racedaycoverage/livetrackinginfo
Link 2: http://ironman.com/events/ironman/wisconsin
Here are a few more great videos about Ironman. The first is about women at Ironman and the 2nd and 3rd capture the Ironman spirit. Maybe you'll be inspired to join us next year. HOOYAH!
Thank you again for your support and encouragement!!!
Love you all!!!
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
coming full circle
Today was a day of personal victory. Many moons ago Trina and I had our first 'long' (a ridiculous term by our current measures) ride with the Ironmamas. It was a cool, gray NW day about six months ago. We met at our house in Eugene and rode 25 miles of hills. At the time the burning in my quads and chest were a signal that I either a) might die soon or b) was in for a journey like no other. The ride was the most difficult I had experienced to date at that time (this was prior to our fun ride to Mt St Helens). It was hard, inspiring and excellent foreshadowing. At the time the Tour deBlast was not on my radar and I had no concept of what training for Ironman was really about. There truly is bliss in naiveté.
Fast forward six months of hard cycling, learning how to swim further than 10 laps (seriously!) and many many miles of running....today Trina and I decided that for our last ride before shipping the bikes to Wisconsin, we should revisit the hills that caused us so much anguish so many months ago. And so we rode. We were both hesitant; initially feeling nervous and fearful that we would not detect any changes in our level of fitness or confidence in climbing. But two hills in we were both astonished and delighted that we were riding like what we call 'real' cyclists! And, as if that wasn't enough to whoop-it-up about, we were having...get this....wait for it....fun. Can you imagine? A challenging ride was finally FUN for us! We were THRILLED! We are still thrilled. In fact if you heard a distant whooping sound around 6:00 tonight, that was us celebrating our accomplishments this season. Ironman BRING IT ON!
Tomorrow I will take the bikes to Seattle for shipping to the race. We are excited and nervous, but we also feel ready. The ride today was exactly what we needed to boost our confidence and trust in the training. We did the work. Now, let's make this Ironman something to write home about!!!!!
2 wet suits, many open water swims, and 1000's of laps: unfathomable
two bikes, 100's of gel packs, four new tires and more hills than I knew was possible: breathtaking
four pairs of running shoes, two running skirts, several scary GI moments and 100's of miles on the Eugene running trails: indescribable
Completing the race and hearing them announce 'you are an ironman': PRICELESS.
Fast forward six months of hard cycling, learning how to swim further than 10 laps (seriously!) and many many miles of running....today Trina and I decided that for our last ride before shipping the bikes to Wisconsin, we should revisit the hills that caused us so much anguish so many months ago. And so we rode. We were both hesitant; initially feeling nervous and fearful that we would not detect any changes in our level of fitness or confidence in climbing. But two hills in we were both astonished and delighted that we were riding like what we call 'real' cyclists! And, as if that wasn't enough to whoop-it-up about, we were having...get this....wait for it....fun. Can you imagine? A challenging ride was finally FUN for us! We were THRILLED! We are still thrilled. In fact if you heard a distant whooping sound around 6:00 tonight, that was us celebrating our accomplishments this season. Ironman BRING IT ON!
Tomorrow I will take the bikes to Seattle for shipping to the race. We are excited and nervous, but we also feel ready. The ride today was exactly what we needed to boost our confidence and trust in the training. We did the work. Now, let's make this Ironman something to write home about!!!!!
2 wet suits, many open water swims, and 1000's of laps: unfathomable
two bikes, 100's of gel packs, four new tires and more hills than I knew was possible: breathtaking
four pairs of running shoes, two running skirts, several scary GI moments and 100's of miles on the Eugene running trails: indescribable
Completing the race and hearing them announce 'you are an ironman': PRICELESS.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
JJ's Race Day Plan
13 Days until the big day. In an effort to visualize my successful Ironman I've drafted a plan...those of you who know me are not surprised I am sure. :) Planning and visualizing are the best way I know to make my dreams real....so here we go.
Thanks to everyone for your encouragement, support and love these last long months. Without you I would be a goner. Love you bunches and bunches.
Thanks to everyone for your encouragement, support and love these last long months. Without you I would be a goner. Love you bunches and bunches.
Race Day Goals
Race Day: September 07, 2008
3:30 a.m.
· Have one cup of black coffee and an 8 oz glass of water.
· Do morning rituals to prepare physically and emotionally for the big day. Write if necessary, shower if desired, music if desired.
· LAUGH from the belly twice… seriously, it’s required.
4:30 a.m.
· Load car with any equipment or goods that I’m taking to the event site
· Make oatmeal with flax seeds, cranberries and almonds with nonfat milk and toast.
4:45 a.m. Eat oatmeal, etc!!!
5:00 a.m. drive to event site with Trina and the Ironmamas
5:30 a.m. Check bike, love bike, hug bike, whisper sweet nothings to the bike. Zero out computer.
6:00 a.m. bathrooms (again)
6:20 a.m. wet suit on. Use inhaler.
· Get in the water, warm up, make friends with the water and visualize the journey ahead.
· Remember, you can’t rush time. Settle in.
6:30 a.m. wave to Mom and Poppy. Hug Trina, Jen and Meg.
6:40 a.m. site buoy’s and keep goals in mind.
6:45 a.m. find spot in water near the back and breathe from the belly.
· Visualize working with time. Trust the training.
· Don’t be too serious, smile.
· Remember the blessing that IS this experience.
· Set race watch
7:00 a.m. START
Swim
Time goals
Pie in the sky: 1:30
Realistic: 1:35
Expected: 1:40
Lap 1: Start race watch. Dedicate the first lap to Trina who has undoubtedly demonstrated the most courage of anyone you have ever known. Find your rhythm in the water. Site the buoy’s every 8 strokes and stay near someone. Swim wide around the first turn to keep from getting in the pile up. Enjoy the feeling of the water and seeing the sky when you breathe. Settle.
Lap 2: Dedicate the second lap to Senna who has been an amazing source of support for you in this process and has expressed a desire to swim with confidence someday. Accept water if it’s offered at the turn, smile, be delighted that you’re half way. Swim wide around the buoy again and settle into the second lap. Be proud of yourself. End swim and smile. Allow the volunteers to assist you out of the water and thank each one as you run to the strippers (giggle about that…strippers). Thank the strippers…as one always should.
T1
TIME GOAL: 11:00 minutes
When crossing the pad hit ‘lap’ on watch. Run to and up the helix being mindful of feet and gear. Get swim cap off, goggles off and ear plugs out. Smile….you’re going for the ride of your life.
At transition, get cycling shorts on, socks on, shoes on, arm warmers on, glasses, helmet on, camelbak on, drink. Gel. Drink. Sunscreen.
Trot to bike.
Get bike.
Hit ‘lap’ on watch...let out a lil' whoo-hoo.
Ride. Settle.
Bike
Time Goals
Pie in the sky: 7: 12
Realistic: 7:30
Expected: 7:50-8:00
First Tail: Drink and eat a full powerbar during the first tail. Settle in and get ‘comfy’. Be happy that you made the swim cut off and enjoy this part of the ride…it’s the warm up! Remember you can’t rush time. Settle in and let it soak in; it’s an Ironman. Dedicate this first tail to Lois D and Becky F for always being our emergency contacts and for picking us up when we need it.
End Tail: Dedicate this tail to Verna who has been so understanding and encouraging throughout the year of training. Celebrate your body. You have completed the event you feared most. Don’t stop pushing these last 16 miles, but enjoy the crowds. Think about T2 and the helix. Continue with gels and hydration.
T2
Hit ‘lap’ on watch
TIME GOAL: 9:00 minutes
Focus on neck and back…stretch neck, back and hips. Change shorts, change shirt if needed, put bandanna on, glasses, inhaler(??), Gels, alterra on, number belt on, change socks if needed, orthotics into running shoes, shoes on, sunscreen, joke. Thank volunteers.
Time Goals:
Pie in the sky: 5:00
Realistic: 5:30
Expected: 6:00
Loop 1: Hit ‘lap’ on watch. Dedicate this loop to Lisa who has been an incredible friend and a treasure for laughter…she will complete her first marathon in the near future. Breathe deeply. You made the cut off and you’re running the marathon. Walk for the first mile to adjust legs and thoughts to the new pace. Don’t rush time. Enjoy the scenery. Pee and stretch as necessary, hydrate. Take gels every 45 minutes.
Jennifer, you are an Ironman.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
The last few.....
Have you ever been on a roller coaster ride that just seems to go on and on forever? Have you ever taken a road trip and the last 20 miles feel more like 110 miles? That's how I feel about training. It feels like it is never actually going to end!!
Intellectually I want to be digging into this time, taking all I can from these final days of preparation. But you see, I am not an athlete. I am not trained in the fine art of competition. I always 'race' to finish. I 'race' for the experience of going the distance. My euphoric thrill comes from meeting the challenge head on, getting across the finish line and knowing that I did it, in my time. My thrill does NOT come from winning, placing or being an age-grouper. As such, emotionally I want to be done preparing. These last few midweek workouts are so hard. Not b/c the distance is long or difficult, but b/c I'm tired. That's it, I'm tired. I have no other excuse, I just don't feel like training. I am excited to go, I am excited to get in the game, I'm excited about the event. I am not excited about my midweek workouts. I am ready to go on vacation!
These next few days and week of preparation are tough. I just want to pack my stuff and fly out of here. The anticipation is killing me! All I can think about is packing lists, travel preparation, race day plans, agendas for the week in Madison and having some fun. Do I really have to keep training? I know, I know. I'm heading out for my morning run.
Intellectually I want to be digging into this time, taking all I can from these final days of preparation. But you see, I am not an athlete. I am not trained in the fine art of competition. I always 'race' to finish. I 'race' for the experience of going the distance. My euphoric thrill comes from meeting the challenge head on, getting across the finish line and knowing that I did it, in my time. My thrill does NOT come from winning, placing or being an age-grouper. As such, emotionally I want to be done preparing. These last few midweek workouts are so hard. Not b/c the distance is long or difficult, but b/c I'm tired. That's it, I'm tired. I have no other excuse, I just don't feel like training. I am excited to go, I am excited to get in the game, I'm excited about the event. I am not excited about my midweek workouts. I am ready to go on vacation!
These next few days and week of preparation are tough. I just want to pack my stuff and fly out of here. The anticipation is killing me! All I can think about is packing lists, travel preparation, race day plans, agendas for the week in Madison and having some fun. Do I really have to keep training? I know, I know. I'm heading out for my morning run.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Wierdo in Lane 3
Ok, first let me say that really all I feel like doing is swimming. Well, that is not true. In the realm of exercise, all I want to do is swim. All I really want to do in 'real life' is sleep, read, or eat. Preferably with Jen close by.
That being said. Men, boys....WTF??? I say this not because I think men are bad. I say this because it is always ONLY men doing wierd things in the pool. Some past examples are:
1). Swimming underwater: This is not just swimming underwater to see how far you can go before needing to take a breath. Or practicing breath control. This is just plain doing your full lap under water. For no apparent reason. Perhaps saving space? Like a double decker lane of sorts.
2). Cannonballs: Yes, actual cannonballs as a method of entry in to the lap pool. Enough said.
3). Water Murderer: Dude, harder is not better. You are splashing people 3 lanes away. Knock it off. You are scaring me. Find a better avenue for your rage. The water is your friend. Really. It goes much easier if you don't trying to mutilate it.
4). Equipment Overload: Hey you....yeah, you with the hand paddles AND fins. Just swim already. What are you actually trying to do? Looks like compensation to me. Just saying....
5). Testosterone Guy: Yes, I swim faster than you. With less effort. Get over it. I am on to you and all the ways you try to look tougher than me. It isn't working. If you'd spend less time resting on the wall trying to look like you've been swimming hard and more time actually swimming maybe you'd catch me. But with that stroke, unlikely. I'm still gonna out swim you day after day. And when I'm done...I'll move on along to my real workout for the day.
6). "I don't see you" Guy: Listen pal. You don't own the pool. Or even your lane. I get that as a white guy you get to go through the world as if you own it...but this pool here is the equalizer. And when I walk up to split the lane I expect you to do something other than pretend to not see me. Such as move over so I can get on to the business of outswimming you.
As you can tell....swimming is not for the faint of heart. One of my favorite parts of our new gym is that, while I still contend with the above, I don't have to also have 5-6 people to a lane....most of which don't know how to swim or what lane to be in. (i.e. "hey you side-stroking with dry hair...get OUT of the fast lane." Or, "deep water bobbing is NOT part of lap swim pal."). I generally have a lane all to myself and if I don't, I only have to share with one other swimmer. This truly is a swimmer's dream lap swim. So, I'm really not complaining. Much.
But, yesterday a guy might have just topped it. Well, maybe not the cannonball...that was truly a once in a lifetime event, but this was certainly one for the books. Jen, Ms.Cookiemonster, hates the breaststrokers. Now, I personally think some of that is because she isn't a particularly proficient breaststroker herself. I happen to like the breaststroke. Though, I admit, when sharing a lane with someone who is breastroking you invariably get kicked. Not good lane manners. However, this isn't her peeve. Her peeve is more with men breaststroking and more specifically men in small suits breaststroking. Really, no one needs to be swimming behind that. I usually just snort to myself a bitchy sounding "aw, come on man" and let it go and advert my eyes. However, yesterday a guy gets in my lane. No problem. I was a bit skeeved out by his middle age paunch and longish curly greasy hair, but put it aside. We split the lane. I let it slide when he was doing breaststroke. At least he didn't kick me I said to myself. It could be worse. Far worse. If this swim was a Lifetime Original Movie there would be some significant foreshadowing music of what *might* come. I saw him at the other end of the pool stretching and ignored it. Lots of people stretch- no problem. And then things start to unravel. As I'm approaching the wall (I'm swimming on the right), I see him, on the left, facing the wall and stretching his leg. By putting his left foot on the edge of the pool and hunkering over and stretching his ?? Hamstring?? I don't know. Holy crap...this man, in his little shorts, is spreading his leg against my wall in my lane. Why? Why is this necessary? But, being the Ironmama that I am, I manage to let this go because I'm just *sure* common decency will win out and he won't decide to stretch my direction. A few more laps done and he is still stretching that same side and looking quite awkward. Is he stuck? And why is he stretching so long in this cold pool anyway? Has he forgotten that a hot tub is mere yards away from him? And that heat is better for stretching? And then....yes, you guessed it....I'm motoring in and he begins to stretch--his right leg. Up on the side of the pool. Toes encroached on my half. Which means he is spread eagle, in his short shorts, facing me. Why? WHY? WHY? would he think this is ok???
So, men, boys....seriously? Get it together in the pool. Quit doing such wierd and bizarre stuff. And move aside...there is an Ironmama passing you by.
That being said. Men, boys....WTF??? I say this not because I think men are bad. I say this because it is always ONLY men doing wierd things in the pool. Some past examples are:
1). Swimming underwater: This is not just swimming underwater to see how far you can go before needing to take a breath. Or practicing breath control. This is just plain doing your full lap under water. For no apparent reason. Perhaps saving space? Like a double decker lane of sorts.
2). Cannonballs: Yes, actual cannonballs as a method of entry in to the lap pool. Enough said.
3). Water Murderer: Dude, harder is not better. You are splashing people 3 lanes away. Knock it off. You are scaring me. Find a better avenue for your rage. The water is your friend. Really. It goes much easier if you don't trying to mutilate it.
4). Equipment Overload: Hey you....yeah, you with the hand paddles AND fins. Just swim already. What are you actually trying to do? Looks like compensation to me. Just saying....
5). Testosterone Guy: Yes, I swim faster than you. With less effort. Get over it. I am on to you and all the ways you try to look tougher than me. It isn't working. If you'd spend less time resting on the wall trying to look like you've been swimming hard and more time actually swimming maybe you'd catch me. But with that stroke, unlikely. I'm still gonna out swim you day after day. And when I'm done...I'll move on along to my real workout for the day.
6). "I don't see you" Guy: Listen pal. You don't own the pool. Or even your lane. I get that as a white guy you get to go through the world as if you own it...but this pool here is the equalizer. And when I walk up to split the lane I expect you to do something other than pretend to not see me. Such as move over so I can get on to the business of outswimming you.
As you can tell....swimming is not for the faint of heart. One of my favorite parts of our new gym is that, while I still contend with the above, I don't have to also have 5-6 people to a lane....most of which don't know how to swim or what lane to be in. (i.e. "hey you side-stroking with dry hair...get OUT of the fast lane." Or, "deep water bobbing is NOT part of lap swim pal."). I generally have a lane all to myself and if I don't, I only have to share with one other swimmer. This truly is a swimmer's dream lap swim. So, I'm really not complaining. Much.
But, yesterday a guy might have just topped it. Well, maybe not the cannonball...that was truly a once in a lifetime event, but this was certainly one for the books. Jen, Ms.Cookiemonster, hates the breaststrokers. Now, I personally think some of that is because she isn't a particularly proficient breaststroker herself. I happen to like the breaststroke. Though, I admit, when sharing a lane with someone who is breastroking you invariably get kicked. Not good lane manners. However, this isn't her peeve. Her peeve is more with men breaststroking and more specifically men in small suits breaststroking. Really, no one needs to be swimming behind that. I usually just snort to myself a bitchy sounding "aw, come on man" and let it go and advert my eyes. However, yesterday a guy gets in my lane. No problem. I was a bit skeeved out by his middle age paunch and longish curly greasy hair, but put it aside. We split the lane. I let it slide when he was doing breaststroke. At least he didn't kick me I said to myself. It could be worse. Far worse. If this swim was a Lifetime Original Movie there would be some significant foreshadowing music of what *might* come. I saw him at the other end of the pool stretching and ignored it. Lots of people stretch- no problem. And then things start to unravel. As I'm approaching the wall (I'm swimming on the right), I see him, on the left, facing the wall and stretching his leg. By putting his left foot on the edge of the pool and hunkering over and stretching his ?? Hamstring?? I don't know. Holy crap...this man, in his little shorts, is spreading his leg against my wall in my lane. Why? Why is this necessary? But, being the Ironmama that I am, I manage to let this go because I'm just *sure* common decency will win out and he won't decide to stretch my direction. A few more laps done and he is still stretching that same side and looking quite awkward. Is he stuck? And why is he stretching so long in this cold pool anyway? Has he forgotten that a hot tub is mere yards away from him? And that heat is better for stretching? And then....yes, you guessed it....I'm motoring in and he begins to stretch--his right leg. Up on the side of the pool. Toes encroached on my half. Which means he is spread eagle, in his short shorts, facing me. Why? WHY? WHY? would he think this is ok???
So, men, boys....seriously? Get it together in the pool. Quit doing such wierd and bizarre stuff. And move aside...there is an Ironmama passing you by.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
There is a reason for everything....
This morning T and I got up promptly at 5:00 a.m. to prepare for our 100 mile ride. We had our scheduled breakfasts, watch the morning light break on the dark horizon, and packed our bikes and packs with the goods needed for a successful long ride. All the while I kept having that feeling; the nagging feeling that this training has taught me again and again to trust. But I said nothing. Then, on the short car ride (bikes neatly strapped the back of our darling Prius) to the start of our long ride I finally confessed my feelings to T. We contemplated, talked it through, but in the end decided to ride anyway.
The day was beautiful, though it is a scorcher. The temps were predicted to reach high 90's by noon and god only knows how much hotter after that. About 15 miles into our ride I sort of broke down. I've been sick all week, and the cold has slowly made its way to my weakest link: my lungs. So after 8 rolling hills and two nasty climbs I had some serious doubts about my psychological and physical ability to hold it together for the day. Again, I confessed my feelings to my sweet lady. We talked it through every which-way possible and ultimately decided that we were desperate for a way out of today's ride. Both because of my being under the weather but also because we felt like our bodies were begging for a chance to recover. So, we rode back to the car racking up only 30 short miles (only now, at this insane stage of training does '30 miles' seem short).
On our drive back to the house I was still not feeling 'right'. Like we had made this decision, but I continued to worry that it would significantly undermine our ability to complete our race in 3 weeks. Nevertheless, we continued driving home. Then, in the middle of a busy road there was a beautiful yellow lab, wandering, lost. Two cars and a bus almost hit her and I hopped out of my own still moving vehicle to rescue her. Initially I started to run after her, but still in my cycling shoes, running was a poor idea. So I stopped and simply yelled 'hey, you!'. The sweet pup immediately turned and looked with a look that said,'really? me?' Then she bolted towards me smiling all the way. I have a habit of finding lost dogs and returning them to their homes (really, I almost always have a leash and treats handy), so usually there is a leash or pseudo leash in the car for such occasions. We leashed her up and took her to the nearby shelter. When we arrived the staff knew exactly who she was....apparently her owner doesn't do a good job keeping her fenced and she gets regularly...BOOO on that! Anyway, she was the sweetest pup and it was a treasure to help her get to safety. And to think....if we hadn't stopped riding and headed home early...well... sweet lil' Sandy might not have made it home so easily. I guess there is a reason for everything.
Now that we are home, I'm making yummy brunch, T is cleaning the car and we both feel so happy and relieved to be doing 'real life' activities that have been painfully absent from our lives for many, many, many weeks. I guess if I don't complete Ironman b/c of my choices today at least I'll have my health...psychologically and physically and that really is everything. And, well, it feels pretty neat to have met Sandy, the sweet yellow lab from Greenhill Rd. Oh, and we'll have legs for our 20 mile run tomorrow. I'm sure that will be better!!! :)
The day was beautiful, though it is a scorcher. The temps were predicted to reach high 90's by noon and god only knows how much hotter after that. About 15 miles into our ride I sort of broke down. I've been sick all week, and the cold has slowly made its way to my weakest link: my lungs. So after 8 rolling hills and two nasty climbs I had some serious doubts about my psychological and physical ability to hold it together for the day. Again, I confessed my feelings to my sweet lady. We talked it through every which-way possible and ultimately decided that we were desperate for a way out of today's ride. Both because of my being under the weather but also because we felt like our bodies were begging for a chance to recover. So, we rode back to the car racking up only 30 short miles (only now, at this insane stage of training does '30 miles' seem short).
On our drive back to the house I was still not feeling 'right'. Like we had made this decision, but I continued to worry that it would significantly undermine our ability to complete our race in 3 weeks. Nevertheless, we continued driving home. Then, in the middle of a busy road there was a beautiful yellow lab, wandering, lost. Two cars and a bus almost hit her and I hopped out of my own still moving vehicle to rescue her. Initially I started to run after her, but still in my cycling shoes, running was a poor idea. So I stopped and simply yelled 'hey, you!'. The sweet pup immediately turned and looked with a look that said,'really? me?' Then she bolted towards me smiling all the way. I have a habit of finding lost dogs and returning them to their homes (really, I almost always have a leash and treats handy), so usually there is a leash or pseudo leash in the car for such occasions. We leashed her up and took her to the nearby shelter. When we arrived the staff knew exactly who she was....apparently her owner doesn't do a good job keeping her fenced and she gets regularly...BOOO on that! Anyway, she was the sweetest pup and it was a treasure to help her get to safety. And to think....if we hadn't stopped riding and headed home early...well... sweet lil' Sandy might not have made it home so easily. I guess there is a reason for everything.
Now that we are home, I'm making yummy brunch, T is cleaning the car and we both feel so happy and relieved to be doing 'real life' activities that have been painfully absent from our lives for many, many, many weeks. I guess if I don't complete Ironman b/c of my choices today at least I'll have my health...psychologically and physically and that really is everything. And, well, it feels pretty neat to have met Sandy, the sweet yellow lab from Greenhill Rd. Oh, and we'll have legs for our 20 mile run tomorrow. I'm sure that will be better!!! :)
Monday, August 11, 2008
Baristas are not neutral
Have I mentioned that I totally *heart* baristas? Of course living in Seattle if I didn't love them, I'd be reducing my community-love options by about 60%, so it is rather a necessity of life here. That said, I choose to love baristas. It is not about the coffee...though coffee does rock. My love is deeper than the bean....my love is about the art of barista-ness.
On the surface one might think that being a coffee barista is simply about the taking of orders and the delivering of the coffee service. Wrong! Being a barista is much more complex and sophisticated than all that. A barista must not only take the order and serve the coffee, but in doing so said barista is interacting with people in need. I'm again, not talking about the coffee. Sure, we all WANT the coffee....who doesn't want the coffee? The needs brought into a coffee house by the masses of mocha drinkers are plentiful and unspoken. The barista must intuit these needs...and the barista as artiste and humanitarian does just that.
This morning, for instance, I went into Cafe on the Ave..because I love their coffee, but I heart one particular barista who talks with me every time I get my 16 oz. iced americano with room. I didn't walk up to the cashier and say, "i'd love a 16 oz. iced americano, some compassion, and a little inspiration." No, I just order the coffee....and a cookie. Anyway, this particular barista asked about my weekend. You know how people ask about your weekend in the elevator or other moments when we feel awkward and don't know what to say? Well, this wasn't what she was doing. Now maybe she didn't really care what I did this weekend...but in true barista artiste form....she really seemed like she cared. So, I actually answered.
I am not a big fan of small talk and even a smaller fan of big talk about myself...so usually, I just mumble something about being busy or not remembering what I did and move along. Today, I was in need of connection, to myself, to her, to the world...to something...and my barista friend in her truly most soothing and therapeutic tone asked me about my weekend. So, I shared that my partner and I are training for an Ironman so we biked super far and ran 19 miles. She did the low whistle that people do when you tell them you are doing an Ironman and said, "wow, that's great." I heard this as "wow, you are ok." And it was just the message I needed from the world this morning...that I'm ok.
But, the interaction didn't end there. 16 oz. iced americano already in hand, she could have just turned her attention to the next coffee order, but she asked "when is it?" I heard, "you look like you are having a tough time. you are ok. when is it?" Projection? Transference? I don't care what you call it...my barista friend was meeting this unspoken need.
"September 7th," I replied. She said, "Oh, that gives me goosebumps. How exciting." I heard, "oh, that gives me goosebumps. how exciting." She reminded me of my own excitement about the event and how events like the ironman are inspiring for others. In that moment I remembered how I watched the ironman on television when I was a tweenager and how I thought it was impossible for me to do such a thing...even as I longed to be one of those athletes. I remembered Julie Moss ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tRB1p89k7_I ) running, walking, stumbling, and finally crawling across the finish line. I remembered how I cried then and how I cried two nights ago when I watched that finish again on youtube. Sassy Femme wrote about this today...it is not the ability of a human to swim, bike, and run that makes me cry, rather it is the love, spirit, and connection to life that is made visible in these moments.
I mean really, who gives a hoot if I, Cookie the Monster, can swim, bike, and run? That really isn't the point. The point is about connecting to something within myself and others that isn't simply physical or mental...but really is a demonstration of what can be felt and done...and not by just the individual. In fact, naming ironman an individual endeavor completely obscures the privilege surrounding most of the athletes participating. Queer Corn and I are privileged with family who love and watch our little girl while we train. We are privileged with enough economic resource to join a gym, buy nice bikes, get good running shoes, go to physical therapy, eat healthy organic foods, purchase entrance into the race....the list goes on. Let's face it, there are significant economic and social barriers to participating in events like triathlons.
I sometimes feel ashamed about all that privilege....all that access to resource that allows me to do this inane thing. But, my barista friend, a friend Jenn B., Sassy Femme, the Olympics, and remembering that white guilt or any other kind of guilt associated with privilege is really rather unproductive, have all reminded me that i can inspire myself and others to connect to that deeper love and spirit, something I believe our very young country needs desperately right now...and that is nothing to be ashamed about.
So you see, baristas are not neutral...none of us really are. And, none of us are truly disconnected from any other one of us. Every person in my life is in some way contributing to my ability to do this triathlon...have a baby...get a phd...think, feel, live. And hopefully in doing this little big race I will connect with that deeper love and spirit and send it back out.
Thank you baristas everywhere for delivering me with life's blood...coffee, connection, and love.
On the surface one might think that being a coffee barista is simply about the taking of orders and the delivering of the coffee service. Wrong! Being a barista is much more complex and sophisticated than all that. A barista must not only take the order and serve the coffee, but in doing so said barista is interacting with people in need. I'm again, not talking about the coffee. Sure, we all WANT the coffee....who doesn't want the coffee? The needs brought into a coffee house by the masses of mocha drinkers are plentiful and unspoken. The barista must intuit these needs...and the barista as artiste and humanitarian does just that.
This morning, for instance, I went into Cafe on the Ave..because I love their coffee, but I heart one particular barista who talks with me every time I get my 16 oz. iced americano with room. I didn't walk up to the cashier and say, "i'd love a 16 oz. iced americano, some compassion, and a little inspiration." No, I just order the coffee....and a cookie. Anyway, this particular barista asked about my weekend. You know how people ask about your weekend in the elevator or other moments when we feel awkward and don't know what to say? Well, this wasn't what she was doing. Now maybe she didn't really care what I did this weekend...but in true barista artiste form....she really seemed like she cared. So, I actually answered.
I am not a big fan of small talk and even a smaller fan of big talk about myself...so usually, I just mumble something about being busy or not remembering what I did and move along. Today, I was in need of connection, to myself, to her, to the world...to something...and my barista friend in her truly most soothing and therapeutic tone asked me about my weekend. So, I shared that my partner and I are training for an Ironman so we biked super far and ran 19 miles. She did the low whistle that people do when you tell them you are doing an Ironman and said, "wow, that's great." I heard this as "wow, you are ok." And it was just the message I needed from the world this morning...that I'm ok.
But, the interaction didn't end there. 16 oz. iced americano already in hand, she could have just turned her attention to the next coffee order, but she asked "when is it?" I heard, "you look like you are having a tough time. you are ok. when is it?" Projection? Transference? I don't care what you call it...my barista friend was meeting this unspoken need.
"September 7th," I replied. She said, "Oh, that gives me goosebumps. How exciting." I heard, "oh, that gives me goosebumps. how exciting." She reminded me of my own excitement about the event and how events like the ironman are inspiring for others. In that moment I remembered how I watched the ironman on television when I was a tweenager and how I thought it was impossible for me to do such a thing...even as I longed to be one of those athletes. I remembered Julie Moss ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tRB1p89k7_I ) running, walking, stumbling, and finally crawling across the finish line. I remembered how I cried then and how I cried two nights ago when I watched that finish again on youtube. Sassy Femme wrote about this today...it is not the ability of a human to swim, bike, and run that makes me cry, rather it is the love, spirit, and connection to life that is made visible in these moments.
I mean really, who gives a hoot if I, Cookie the Monster, can swim, bike, and run? That really isn't the point. The point is about connecting to something within myself and others that isn't simply physical or mental...but really is a demonstration of what can be felt and done...and not by just the individual. In fact, naming ironman an individual endeavor completely obscures the privilege surrounding most of the athletes participating. Queer Corn and I are privileged with family who love and watch our little girl while we train. We are privileged with enough economic resource to join a gym, buy nice bikes, get good running shoes, go to physical therapy, eat healthy organic foods, purchase entrance into the race....the list goes on. Let's face it, there are significant economic and social barriers to participating in events like triathlons.
I sometimes feel ashamed about all that privilege....all that access to resource that allows me to do this inane thing. But, my barista friend, a friend Jenn B., Sassy Femme, the Olympics, and remembering that white guilt or any other kind of guilt associated with privilege is really rather unproductive, have all reminded me that i can inspire myself and others to connect to that deeper love and spirit, something I believe our very young country needs desperately right now...and that is nothing to be ashamed about.
So you see, baristas are not neutral...none of us really are. And, none of us are truly disconnected from any other one of us. Every person in my life is in some way contributing to my ability to do this triathlon...have a baby...get a phd...think, feel, live. And hopefully in doing this little big race I will connect with that deeper love and spirit and send it back out.
Thank you baristas everywhere for delivering me with life's blood...coffee, connection, and love.
While the race hasn't happened yet....thank you to all of the folks in my world and beyond my immediate world who have made this possible: meg, lucy, zia, otter, jen, trina, mom, dad, robert, aline, pig and petey, the entire extended Reichenbach fam, bob, lois, meghan, gita, ramona, peris, morna, mary, charlie, doug, michelle, sam, everett, number 3, uma, jenn, jeannette, brook, baristas everywhere, the roadrunner, cookie monster, grover, ducky, jamie, kelsey, erica, the women of raising in the rain and first weeks, abba (yes, that abba), john denver (yes, that john denver), the Q Center students (www.qcenter.washington.edu ), the dixie chicks, regina, bell hooks, patricia hill collins, all women and gender queer athletes, judith butler, carla....and the list continues...more later.
why do you do it?
Since training started there have been a myriad of questions from friends, family, students and colleagues about the Ironman. Questions like "what are the distances?", "what are the events", "is it like the pole, pedal, paddle?", "is it a marathon?" (oh please!), "what is training like?", "how many triathlons have you done?", "where is the 'marathon'" (gads, sigh) and so on. But the question that always resonates deep in my gut, the question that takes my breath away is 'why are you doing this?'. As training comes to a 'close' (I say 'close' b/c we still have 25 days of training) I reflect on this question every day....why am I doing this?
My reaction to this question is visceral, emotional and it resonates deep in my gut. When I come up for air reflexively I retort, 'why not do Ironman?'. The honest to god truth is that I have never considered NOT pushing my body, mind and soul to their outermost reaches. I have never considered NOT going to the edges of my reality and pushing for more. I have always known that I would reach for the greatest stars of my existence until I could touch and feel all their shiny, sticky fabulousness. Why wouldn't I accept the greatest challenges that I can find? Why wouldn't I engage the most demanding opportunities for growth and change? I believe that I have been blessed with opportunity and health and I would be wasting my blessings if I skirted any challenging occasion. Ironman is one of those occasions.
Growing up I spent a good deal of time wandering hospital corridors of the orthopedic floor (my Mom spent considerable time with severe orthopedic issues). During that time I wondered how the immobility that I observed in each room could have been prevented.
How could we keep people moving and reduce their probability of hospitalization? Everyone seemed so unhappy and unwell in those rooms!
My childhood was also filled with my own illness and severe bouts with asthma. Without access to the medications and inhalers so readily accesssible today I struggled to run and ride without breaking into a wheezing fit. So despite an interest in sports (namely swimming, diving, dance and cross country) I was unable to try out or participate in any of these events.
Then in college I was tested and put on fantastic medications (though they are even better now!!) and my asthma was finally in my control. So, I ran marathons, I rode my bike, I danced until I could not stand up.
Now as a Public Health person I know academically that exercise and movement can significantly reduce the onset of MANY ortho and cardiovascular illnesses. Emotionally I know that physical activity is my 'cure all'. Spiritually I know that Ironman is one of the things that I am here to do; it's part of my life plan.
So why do I do this thing I do? Because I am humbled to have it as my privilege, because it is one of the most profound opportunities that I have experienced for growth on all levels of consciousness, because it is my responsibility to fulfill my dreams and act with intention. Because I am an Iron-Woman.
My reaction to this question is visceral, emotional and it resonates deep in my gut. When I come up for air reflexively I retort, 'why not do Ironman?'. The honest to god truth is that I have never considered NOT pushing my body, mind and soul to their outermost reaches. I have never considered NOT going to the edges of my reality and pushing for more. I have always known that I would reach for the greatest stars of my existence until I could touch and feel all their shiny, sticky fabulousness. Why wouldn't I accept the greatest challenges that I can find? Why wouldn't I engage the most demanding opportunities for growth and change? I believe that I have been blessed with opportunity and health and I would be wasting my blessings if I skirted any challenging occasion. Ironman is one of those occasions.
Growing up I spent a good deal of time wandering hospital corridors of the orthopedic floor (my Mom spent considerable time with severe orthopedic issues). During that time I wondered how the immobility that I observed in each room could have been prevented.
How could we keep people moving and reduce their probability of hospitalization? Everyone seemed so unhappy and unwell in those rooms!
My childhood was also filled with my own illness and severe bouts with asthma. Without access to the medications and inhalers so readily accesssible today I struggled to run and ride without breaking into a wheezing fit. So despite an interest in sports (namely swimming, diving, dance and cross country) I was unable to try out or participate in any of these events.
Then in college I was tested and put on fantastic medications (though they are even better now!!) and my asthma was finally in my control. So, I ran marathons, I rode my bike, I danced until I could not stand up.
Now as a Public Health person I know academically that exercise and movement can significantly reduce the onset of MANY ortho and cardiovascular illnesses. Emotionally I know that physical activity is my 'cure all'. Spiritually I know that Ironman is one of the things that I am here to do; it's part of my life plan.
So why do I do this thing I do? Because I am humbled to have it as my privilege, because it is one of the most profound opportunities that I have experienced for growth on all levels of consciousness, because it is my responsibility to fulfill my dreams and act with intention. Because I am an Iron-Woman.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
thank you...i'll be here all day!
27 days until Ironman....and after 5.5 months, today I finally woke up EXCITED, excited to do this thing!!!! Many of you remember my excitement after we registered for Ironman (yes, a year ago!!!), and then I was excited right after training started (nearly six months ago). And then my enthusiasm waned considerably as training intensified. But this morning, this morning I woke with a much needed renewed sense of excitement. Yesterday we started planning for the trip...all of the logistics and we took time to purchase a few last minute training items that we know we want and will need in WI. I think this peek into the future, the momentary look ahead to the culmination of all this work was invigorating, inspiring and down right exciting. It feels great to feel positive again. It feels great to want to ride. It feels great to have the opportunity and stability in my life to spend so much time preparing for a single event. I am so blessed. And so, after so many months of exhausted posts, so many troubled training sessions and doubt-ridden expressions, I wanted to be sure to share the zeal that comes from knowing that the hard work is going to pay off. The delight that comes from knowing that this will all come to an end in a blaze of adrenaline and joy in merely 27 days is AWESOME. 27 DAYS PEOPLE!!!! WHAHOO!!! Let's RIDE!!!
Friday, August 8, 2008
If I'm done training does that mean we are done?
We must be done....because I seem to not be working out. Oh, I'm getting in my long workouts. But the midweek workouts seem to have gone bye-bye. I did our run last weekend. I swam 2x this week. And it ends there. No runs. No spins. No bike. And, weekend is here again...so I'll do my long workouts. This weekend-- an open water swim followed by a hilly 40-60 miles on saturday and a flat 19 miles on sunday.
Is this bad? I know it is all I can do. We were too darn tired yesterday and went home and rested and then did some yardwork. I'm ready for some "real life". Real life as defined by puttering around in the yard weeding & planning. And hanging out with Jen while she does school work. And taking spontaneous naps. And cooking. And having a clean(er) house. And taking the dogs to the park.
In my core I know I am doing what I need to do for where I am in my life and in my days and I trust that. Well, I mostly trust it. There are parts of me that feel like a slacker. Which is crazy....how many new parents decide to both do an Ironman???? Or decide to do it at all for that matter. I am not a slacker, but there is that piece for me. The piece that knows that I, for whatever reason, won't let myself go all out. That won't let me push myself past the point of 'uncomfortable'. Sure, there are times when I can and do. Especially when it comes to endurance. I truly am the Energizer Bunny and will always just keep going---which is why I can do an Ironman, a 1 day STP, a RAMROD, a marathon....or keep working at a job I hate for that matter. In training though I will always be holding something back. Some reserve. There is some confidence or something in knowing I have something "left." It helps me feel safe. I always held back in school too. The theme of doing "just enough" to get by. Hmmmmm....me think there is some therapy here. I know it has to do with "showing up" and "being seen". It has to do with fear of failure.
Ugh. Why is every single thing a therapy session!??
Is this bad? I know it is all I can do. We were too darn tired yesterday and went home and rested and then did some yardwork. I'm ready for some "real life". Real life as defined by puttering around in the yard weeding & planning. And hanging out with Jen while she does school work. And taking spontaneous naps. And cooking. And having a clean(er) house. And taking the dogs to the park.
In my core I know I am doing what I need to do for where I am in my life and in my days and I trust that. Well, I mostly trust it. There are parts of me that feel like a slacker. Which is crazy....how many new parents decide to both do an Ironman???? Or decide to do it at all for that matter. I am not a slacker, but there is that piece for me. The piece that knows that I, for whatever reason, won't let myself go all out. That won't let me push myself past the point of 'uncomfortable'. Sure, there are times when I can and do. Especially when it comes to endurance. I truly am the Energizer Bunny and will always just keep going---which is why I can do an Ironman, a 1 day STP, a RAMROD, a marathon....or keep working at a job I hate for that matter. In training though I will always be holding something back. Some reserve. There is some confidence or something in knowing I have something "left." It helps me feel safe. I always held back in school too. The theme of doing "just enough" to get by. Hmmmmm....me think there is some therapy here. I know it has to do with "showing up" and "being seen". It has to do with fear of failure.
Ugh. Why is every single thing a therapy session!??
29 days....WOW!
Today Trina finally, FINALLY had a great swim. Great as in she was beaming at the end of her workout!!! What a gift this is for her. I am so happy to see her accomplish these victories as we prepare for the final leg of our training.
I am trying to glean strength from all of your positive posts, positive thoughts and words of wisdom. This week has been monumentally difficult for me psychologically and physically. I feel out of shape, like I haven't run or swam in months and so tired that all I can focus on is how wonderful my giant bed will feel in 'x'-hours. Intellectually I understand that such feelings are 'common' during this phase of training, and with my intense level of fatigue I am having a hard time resisting the wasteful feelings of doubt and uncertainty. Don't misunderstand, I am very excited for race day, I'm really excited about completing this goal. And I feel haunted by the demons of doubt. I am trying to embrace my feeling and work through them with every sluggish workout. I am hopeful that on the other side of this difficult week will be a week of challenge and renewed confidence.
In my swim today it hit me...I know why cookiemonster has edema. Swelling is commonly observed among super heros. Take for example the Incredibles, each of them have swollen legs, chest and arms. Super man has HUGE legs and swollen biceps. And well, then there's the superhuman power of breastfeeding--swelling---breast feeding...need I say more? So cookiemonster, during the reprieve from doubt during my swim today I realized that you are simply being transformed into the superhero we have always known you to be. You are SUPER JEN. Or JenCredible. Oooo, I like that.
Here's to the super hero in all of us. I just hope that my butt doesn't swell up anymore...what type of super hero would that make me? Oh god, don't go there!
I am trying to glean strength from all of your positive posts, positive thoughts and words of wisdom. This week has been monumentally difficult for me psychologically and physically. I feel out of shape, like I haven't run or swam in months and so tired that all I can focus on is how wonderful my giant bed will feel in 'x'-hours. Intellectually I understand that such feelings are 'common' during this phase of training, and with my intense level of fatigue I am having a hard time resisting the wasteful feelings of doubt and uncertainty. Don't misunderstand, I am very excited for race day, I'm really excited about completing this goal. And I feel haunted by the demons of doubt. I am trying to embrace my feeling and work through them with every sluggish workout. I am hopeful that on the other side of this difficult week will be a week of challenge and renewed confidence.
In my swim today it hit me...I know why cookiemonster has edema. Swelling is commonly observed among super heros. Take for example the Incredibles, each of them have swollen legs, chest and arms. Super man has HUGE legs and swollen biceps. And well, then there's the superhuman power of breastfeeding--swelling---breast feeding...need I say more? So cookiemonster, during the reprieve from doubt during my swim today I realized that you are simply being transformed into the superhero we have always known you to be. You are SUPER JEN. Or JenCredible. Oooo, I like that.
Here's to the super hero in all of us. I just hope that my butt doesn't swell up anymore...what type of super hero would that make me? Oh god, don't go there!
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Just when you think you can't...you know what?
You can! Or I can! You saw my last post...I was wondering if we were there yet. Well, this week's workouts (minus the heinous 13.25 mile run) have been awesome! Yesterday, I ran 5 miles at 9 minute mile pace (OK you speedsters do not snicker...this is fast when your legs resemble balloons the like of Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade...without the strings and helium of course).
Anyway, then I went to an hour spinning class where we did speed workouts at some ridiculously high resistance. But did I cry? Well, a little....but I also rocked my workouts. And then today, after one little piece of feedback from my fabulous partner the Stingray swimmer....I knocked off 2.5 minutes of my time for the 2.4 miles in the swim! This was my best swim yet as I grew stronger and faster over the course of the mileage. And, (again, speedsters no snickering) I came in at a strong 1:12:00....very psyched about this.
I am still super tired...my legs are still edema-ed...and I'm still cranky and dizzy (but that has nothing to do with this training), but guess what? I again believe that I can do this silly thing called Ironman. In fact, today I thumb my nose the the general direction of Ironman and chortle in that stupid US American-mocking-the-French laugh. I love finding hope in the depth of despair...and really, this is a silly little race we're talking about...but the learning is still so very applicable. As my friend reminded me...what we do, how we are on the yoga mat so too are we in life. Well, today I rocked the mat!
Anyway, then I went to an hour spinning class where we did speed workouts at some ridiculously high resistance. But did I cry? Well, a little....but I also rocked my workouts. And then today, after one little piece of feedback from my fabulous partner the Stingray swimmer....I knocked off 2.5 minutes of my time for the 2.4 miles in the swim! This was my best swim yet as I grew stronger and faster over the course of the mileage. And, (again, speedsters no snickering) I came in at a strong 1:12:00....very psyched about this.
I am still super tired...my legs are still edema-ed...and I'm still cranky and dizzy (but that has nothing to do with this training), but guess what? I again believe that I can do this silly thing called Ironman. In fact, today I thumb my nose the the general direction of Ironman and chortle in that stupid US American-mocking-the-French laugh. I love finding hope in the depth of despair...and really, this is a silly little race we're talking about...but the learning is still so very applicable. As my friend reminded me...what we do, how we are on the yoga mat so too are we in life. Well, today I rocked the mat!
Monday, August 4, 2008
Why Do I Do Triathlons?
Here is a poem I found years ago....don't know where from, but here it is:
Why Do I Do Triathlons?
"I love to be alive. I love the gift of life. Never have I felt more alive than when my heart is beating, my lungs filling and my muscles pumping with life - in pursuit of a goal. I'm not in it for the T-shirts, or the "Wow, you're a triathlete?" admiration conveyed by the gaping mouth of the spectator.
Each of us has within ourselves the desire to move from spectator to participant in our own lives. A key to becoming a participant in life is to set specific, measurable and worthwhile goals, and then to pursue these goals with all our heart. Committing oneself to a triathlon is a very special way to set these goals, and to love the pursuit.
Deep down inside every one of us is a place of terror. This is the place where we doubt ourselves, where our self-confidence dwindles and where our dreams are called into question. During a race, and through this magnificent sport, people have to pay a few visits to this place - at mile 17 of the Ironman run or even at the bike-to-run transition of a shorter race. People go to Doubtsville, and then they return. And you know what? They leave this place behind and come back with a golden smile. For with every heartbeat during a triathlon, we pound away acres from that land of fear, anxiety and doubt.
Through triathlons, I have gained a greater capacity to give and to love. I can feel my soul glow a bit brighter, my smile stretch a bit wider, my self-confidence grow a bit stronger and my happiness penetrate a bit deeper.
It's a way to hug life, to participate in life, to search deep inside and to let life flow through you at 168 beats per minute.
There is a spark to the people involved in this sport. Triathletes are here to pursue a dream, to reach deep inside and to discover how we can all break though false limits."
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I can't say it much better than that!
Why Do I Do Triathlons?
"I love to be alive. I love the gift of life. Never have I felt more alive than when my heart is beating, my lungs filling and my muscles pumping with life - in pursuit of a goal. I'm not in it for the T-shirts, or the "Wow, you're a triathlete?" admiration conveyed by the gaping mouth of the spectator.
Each of us has within ourselves the desire to move from spectator to participant in our own lives. A key to becoming a participant in life is to set specific, measurable and worthwhile goals, and then to pursue these goals with all our heart. Committing oneself to a triathlon is a very special way to set these goals, and to love the pursuit.
Deep down inside every one of us is a place of terror. This is the place where we doubt ourselves, where our self-confidence dwindles and where our dreams are called into question. During a race, and through this magnificent sport, people have to pay a few visits to this place - at mile 17 of the Ironman run or even at the bike-to-run transition of a shorter race. People go to Doubtsville, and then they return. And you know what? They leave this place behind and come back with a golden smile. For with every heartbeat during a triathlon, we pound away acres from that land of fear, anxiety and doubt.
Through triathlons, I have gained a greater capacity to give and to love. I can feel my soul glow a bit brighter, my smile stretch a bit wider, my self-confidence grow a bit stronger and my happiness penetrate a bit deeper.
It's a way to hug life, to participate in life, to search deep inside and to let life flow through you at 168 beats per minute.
There is a spark to the people involved in this sport. Triathletes are here to pursue a dream, to reach deep inside and to discover how we can all break though false limits."
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I can't say it much better than that!
Are we there yet?
I'm ready to be done now...thanks for playing. 5 weeks out...so close, yet 5 seemingly endless weeks away. I am dead-on-my-feet tired. I can't concentrate. I'm edgy and cranky and grumpy...basically all the shades of irritated one can be and still not quite be angry. Though sometimes I'm that too.
For instance, yesterday 7 miles into our 13.25 mile run, I was angry with the Admiral hill....it was longer than I had remembered it being and I didn't think that was very nice of it. I wanted to punch that hill, but I was too tired. I just kept running up it instead. Meg and I ran every hill of that run...which Meg said made her feel proud and confident. I guess that is a better way of interpreting the events than being pissed at the hills for being there in the first place. I, however, opted for the latter.
I am actually beginning to feel a bit disoriented...do you think that means something...like I'm tired and should sleep? Perhaps. I also have been experiencing magical thinking. Example: I know that I have done all of this training....but sometimes I trick myself into believing that I haven't actually done anything and that I am super out of shape. Did I really ride 205 miles in a day? Nah, no one could do that! Did I do that 18 mile run in 98 degree weather and humidity that made rain look dry? No...not possible! See...very tricky....disorienting even. Is 77 laps (up and back) in a 25 meter pool really 2.4 miles? Or is it just like 100 feet? I don't know anymore.
I just keep moving forward...and I am excited about the race...even if I don't care about it today or yesterday. I know this is "normal" (whatever the hell that is) at this point in the training. Training is just like the race....you have to face the moments when you are disoriented, edgy, cranky, crabby, tired and then just move forward. Well, I guess you don't have to do that...I do.
Plus...I'm having this weird edema where my legs swell at night....swell up tighter than a drum....like someone pumped my lower half full of water or air....like they might split at the seams edema. It's so very sexy...not to mention comfortable.
Blah, blah, blah, crank, crab, groan and moan. I just thought I'd share the under belly of this thing called Ironman training. I'm sure I'll perk up...but right now I'm still wondering if we're there yet.
For instance, yesterday 7 miles into our 13.25 mile run, I was angry with the Admiral hill....it was longer than I had remembered it being and I didn't think that was very nice of it. I wanted to punch that hill, but I was too tired. I just kept running up it instead. Meg and I ran every hill of that run...which Meg said made her feel proud and confident. I guess that is a better way of interpreting the events than being pissed at the hills for being there in the first place. I, however, opted for the latter.
I am actually beginning to feel a bit disoriented...do you think that means something...like I'm tired and should sleep? Perhaps. I also have been experiencing magical thinking. Example: I know that I have done all of this training....but sometimes I trick myself into believing that I haven't actually done anything and that I am super out of shape. Did I really ride 205 miles in a day? Nah, no one could do that! Did I do that 18 mile run in 98 degree weather and humidity that made rain look dry? No...not possible! See...very tricky....disorienting even. Is 77 laps (up and back) in a 25 meter pool really 2.4 miles? Or is it just like 100 feet? I don't know anymore.
I just keep moving forward...and I am excited about the race...even if I don't care about it today or yesterday. I know this is "normal" (whatever the hell that is) at this point in the training. Training is just like the race....you have to face the moments when you are disoriented, edgy, cranky, crabby, tired and then just move forward. Well, I guess you don't have to do that...I do.
Plus...I'm having this weird edema where my legs swell at night....swell up tighter than a drum....like someone pumped my lower half full of water or air....like they might split at the seams edema. It's so very sexy...not to mention comfortable.
Blah, blah, blah, crank, crab, groan and moan. I just thought I'd share the under belly of this thing called Ironman training. I'm sure I'll perk up...but right now I'm still wondering if we're there yet.
Headwind Blows and OMG it's an IRONMAN
Training Log:
Yesterday Trina and I rode 90 miles. This is the furthest distance we have ridden to date. T was so ready....prepared, hydrated, fueled, and excited. I, on the other hand, was exhausted, had too much wine the night before, and was quite grumpy. So, I made a pact with myself to ride until I couldn't ride any more....and to keep my mouth shut (when I'm grumpy I can be, well, mean). I knew that I wasn't in a bad space for training.... I was just poorly prepared. In these circumstances I usually work out the grumps during the first 10 miles or so and then I'm golden.
After the first 30 miles of riding into the headwind my grumps were far from gone. I was happy with my music choice (only in my R ear I promise!!!), Melissa can take me far far away from the pain of headwind. But my body was exhausted from riding into the wind for so long. So, as all good triathletes do, we kept going. Another 20 into the headwinds. We had expected to ride for about 2.5-3 hours before turning around, but 4 hours in we realized that headwinds blow. We hate them. It was like riding up hill for 4 hours....something like riding Mt St Helens (refer to earlier posts from this season), which should only be done when training for Ironman.
Anyway, we completed our 90 mile ride with flying colors....well, except that my good intentions to 'practice fueling' like I plan to at Ironman made me confused and I ended up eating less than 50% of what I normally eat on a long ride. Ugh. I'm sure that this didn't contribute to my grumps AT ALL! We will do 100 with a short brick on Sunday next. My goals are to avoid headwinds (is that possible?), add hills back in (just finished the second long ride on the flats for confidence building), and EAT like I will at Ironman. Nutrition is soooo important it seems. And fueling for Ironman is SO much different than fueling for a marathon. Now I understand what the triathletes meant when they would say, 'oh, you ONLY run marathons?'. Yikes.
TRAINING VIDEO
I just got an awesome video for 'beginner' triathletes doing Ironman WI (that's me!). It's so amazing and full of relevant information about the course. The unexpected gift that it provided was this nauseating sensation of terror combined with excitement. I have never before today experienced both emotions with equal intensity. I feel like I want to run around whooping and crying at the same time. The description of the ride was not unexpected, but it confirmed my fears that I have not done enough hill training, or speed training, or whatever training to be prepared for a successful race. Yes, I have done all my rides (but one), all the long rides have involved hills and rollers (except 2), and I have been doing bricks and shorter races. NEVERTHELESS, I am back to being scared out of my granny-panties. I need to re-read last week's post from the brilliant Jen and Meg. I also need to take the very sound advice of my wise friend Becky: start filtering baby, start filtering. I think I need to stop reading and watching media about the difficulty of the course. Man, it's no joke: this is a head game!!!!
Advice Welcome.
Yesterday Trina and I rode 90 miles. This is the furthest distance we have ridden to date. T was so ready....prepared, hydrated, fueled, and excited. I, on the other hand, was exhausted, had too much wine the night before, and was quite grumpy. So, I made a pact with myself to ride until I couldn't ride any more....and to keep my mouth shut (when I'm grumpy I can be, well, mean). I knew that I wasn't in a bad space for training.... I was just poorly prepared. In these circumstances I usually work out the grumps during the first 10 miles or so and then I'm golden.
After the first 30 miles of riding into the headwind my grumps were far from gone. I was happy with my music choice (only in my R ear I promise!!!), Melissa can take me far far away from the pain of headwind. But my body was exhausted from riding into the wind for so long. So, as all good triathletes do, we kept going. Another 20 into the headwinds. We had expected to ride for about 2.5-3 hours before turning around, but 4 hours in we realized that headwinds blow. We hate them. It was like riding up hill for 4 hours....something like riding Mt St Helens (refer to earlier posts from this season), which should only be done when training for Ironman.
Anyway, we completed our 90 mile ride with flying colors....well, except that my good intentions to 'practice fueling' like I plan to at Ironman made me confused and I ended up eating less than 50% of what I normally eat on a long ride. Ugh. I'm sure that this didn't contribute to my grumps AT ALL! We will do 100 with a short brick on Sunday next. My goals are to avoid headwinds (is that possible?), add hills back in (just finished the second long ride on the flats for confidence building), and EAT like I will at Ironman. Nutrition is soooo important it seems. And fueling for Ironman is SO much different than fueling for a marathon. Now I understand what the triathletes meant when they would say, 'oh, you ONLY run marathons?'. Yikes.
TRAINING VIDEO
I just got an awesome video for 'beginner' triathletes doing Ironman WI (that's me!). It's so amazing and full of relevant information about the course. The unexpected gift that it provided was this nauseating sensation of terror combined with excitement. I have never before today experienced both emotions with equal intensity. I feel like I want to run around whooping and crying at the same time. The description of the ride was not unexpected, but it confirmed my fears that I have not done enough hill training, or speed training, or whatever training to be prepared for a successful race. Yes, I have done all my rides (but one), all the long rides have involved hills and rollers (except 2), and I have been doing bricks and shorter races. NEVERTHELESS, I am back to being scared out of my granny-panties. I need to re-read last week's post from the brilliant Jen and Meg. I also need to take the very sound advice of my wise friend Becky: start filtering baby, start filtering. I think I need to stop reading and watching media about the difficulty of the course. Man, it's no joke: this is a head game!!!!
Advice Welcome.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Hallelujah Hydration
Yesterday at 7 a.m. Trina and I started off on our 19 mile run. It was, without hesitation, the best long run we have had since we passed the 10 mile mark months ago. We started with a long warm-up speed walk and hydration. The rest is history. It was amazing. The difference that steady hydration made was like adding water to the pathetic, limp little houseplant that lives in my office. We came to life!!! Hydration is always an issue for us b/c of the distance. Neither of us enjoy carrying fuel and water and we have relied on flimsy attempts at water belts (b/w us we've tried nearly every skimpy water belt option available on the market). However yesterday we made a big investment and tried the 'alterra' pack by Camelbak....and the results were transformative. I mean it was amazing. We were fully hydrated consuming 58 oz's of fluid each and laughing throughout the entire run. Well, except for one deviation and big fat trip, both of which were b/c of me and not the lack of hydration. Really? You want to hear them?
Well, I have this thing. I like to plan our running or cycling route in great detail prior to our training and then I carve it in stone so that we can stick to it like white on rice. Deviation is difficult for me on a hydrated, full, happy day of visiting vineyards....so you can imagine how I handle deviation at mile 16 of a 19 mile run when I have minimal mental resources for coping with any unexpected outcomes. On a whim Trina suggested we take a road I don't like (yes, there are roads that one comes to prefer over others when you spend this much time pounding the pavement as we do). Instead of going with the flow I shot her the most evil look I could muster while eating my caramel powerbar gel and took off grumbling down the road. I snapped at her, complained, whined and generally acted like a 3 year old who didn't want to take a much needed nap. About a 1/4 mile down the road Trina calmly said, "are you done?". I said 'No!"...but I was. I couldn't muster the energy to go on with my tantrum....and then I was distracted. That's the beauty of being so tired when tantruming....easy distraction.
On the other hand, distraction is also not my friend. Many of you know that I have a tendency to fall down. You also know that I don't have to be doing anything other than walking on a flat, unblemished surface to fall down. At about the 18th mile I was beginning to get tired and hungry. At this point we were running through a neighborhood with treacherous sidewalks...a hazardous experience for me under the best conditions. Just as I came to a particularly uneven, rocky, broken section of walkway I also noticed an organic bakery with scones and cinnamon rolls in the window. As we ran by I craned my neck just so and looked over my shoulder so I could see the.....thud. That's me tripping badly and nearly falling to my knees. And so we laughed, well first we both freaked b/c it would be a travesty to get this far in training and have to bow out b/c I fell and broke my arm gawking at baked goods. But I will tell you, they were amazing baked goods. I love baked goods. Sigh.
So at last we have had a great run. At last we can see the light, at last we finished a long run laughing, whooping and high fiving one another. We had anticipated many of our long runs would be like this. But it seems that pectin, fuel, hydration and nutrition are far more influential than we had ever anticipated when we began this journey. But alas, we have determined a protocol that works for us....now I must go out and get more stone tablets to get this down.
Well, I have this thing. I like to plan our running or cycling route in great detail prior to our training and then I carve it in stone so that we can stick to it like white on rice. Deviation is difficult for me on a hydrated, full, happy day of visiting vineyards....so you can imagine how I handle deviation at mile 16 of a 19 mile run when I have minimal mental resources for coping with any unexpected outcomes. On a whim Trina suggested we take a road I don't like (yes, there are roads that one comes to prefer over others when you spend this much time pounding the pavement as we do). Instead of going with the flow I shot her the most evil look I could muster while eating my caramel powerbar gel and took off grumbling down the road. I snapped at her, complained, whined and generally acted like a 3 year old who didn't want to take a much needed nap. About a 1/4 mile down the road Trina calmly said, "are you done?". I said 'No!"...but I was. I couldn't muster the energy to go on with my tantrum....and then I was distracted. That's the beauty of being so tired when tantruming....easy distraction.
On the other hand, distraction is also not my friend. Many of you know that I have a tendency to fall down. You also know that I don't have to be doing anything other than walking on a flat, unblemished surface to fall down. At about the 18th mile I was beginning to get tired and hungry. At this point we were running through a neighborhood with treacherous sidewalks...a hazardous experience for me under the best conditions. Just as I came to a particularly uneven, rocky, broken section of walkway I also noticed an organic bakery with scones and cinnamon rolls in the window. As we ran by I craned my neck just so and looked over my shoulder so I could see the.....thud. That's me tripping badly and nearly falling to my knees. And so we laughed, well first we both freaked b/c it would be a travesty to get this far in training and have to bow out b/c I fell and broke my arm gawking at baked goods. But I will tell you, they were amazing baked goods. I love baked goods. Sigh.
So at last we have had a great run. At last we can see the light, at last we finished a long run laughing, whooping and high fiving one another. We had anticipated many of our long runs would be like this. But it seems that pectin, fuel, hydration and nutrition are far more influential than we had ever anticipated when we began this journey. But alas, we have determined a protocol that works for us....now I must go out and get more stone tablets to get this down.
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