Packing for a triathlon is worse to me than packing for a two-week road trip. I get that "can't forget anything" feeling and go through the race in my head about 4 times to make sure everything is laid out. I had already planned to drive over with T2 partner, Cindy, and while I was getting ready I received a message from her to meet 15 minutes later because of some repairs to her car. No prob. Got everything together in my big back pack (easier to carry while pushing a bike) and packed the car to go meet. When we arrived, she told us that earlier in the day when she was leaving the grocery store, she found a hole in her back passenger window, nothing was stolen so she is wondering if it was a rock from a mower or something. She got the window out and used plastic and tape to cover it - couldn't find anyone in Naples to fix it immediately, but someone would meet her at the hotel in Miami to fix it. So we packed up her car and were on our way.
Pretty quickly into the ride, we found out that the plastic was just way too loud and would probably come loose anyway flapping in the wind, so we stopped and took it out. The ride was much more quiet and we happily chatted along the way across the Alley. Everything was great until we got off the alley and the sky opened up. Torrential, like tropical storm, downpour for the last 45 minutes of the trip. The back of the car was soaked, but the worst part was every time we stopped in traffic, the wind would blow the rain all around inside of the car soaking both of us. We laughed our way through it, since there was nothing you could do and we knew it was quite the memory in the making!
She dropped me at the Hilton, where they half-way kept us under umbrella while we unpacked my bag and bike. I checked in and got to my room just in time for the rain to slow down. Luckily it appears my back pack is water resistant-proof, so almost everything was completely dry. Cindy headed next door to the Marriott to meet her window repair guy and to check in. We decided to try to still make packet pick-up since we both like to lay our stuff out the night before so she brought 2 Marriott umbrellas and we walked down. They stayed long because of the rain, so we got our numbers and packets, headed back to the hotels, and made reservations for dinner. We met fellow T2 Chris and his wife Michelle at the Italian restaurant and had a great dinner together. Then headed back and tucked in for the night.
I was probably asleep by 10, which to wake up at 5 would get a decent night sleep. Those plans were ruined about 3:45 when a group of really loud people on my floor must have been coming back from a bar where one of them was so upset, she felt she needed to let the whole area of the floor know about it. Yelling and crying and slamming doors... security came up and decided to deal with it right outside of my door despite me asking them if they could deal with it somewhere else. The marble floors only echoed everything even louder. I called the front desk twice and no one answered. I was PISSED! This whole thing went on for about an hour, so there was no going back to sleep.
I got up and prepped for the race. Got everything together and headed down to the venue. Got the bike racked and everything laid out. Found Cindy & Chris and we all wished each other a good race. Cindy and I were in the same purple wave (#6 of 6) so we walked down to the swim start and waited for it to go. Horn went off at 6:50 for the first group and we were appx 10 minutes later when we were sent off.
The swim starts by running in and then swimming out, making a right, and then after the 6th buoy making another right to head to shore. I felt great for my swim. I was passing a lot of people from the earlier waves (cap colors) and just felt strong. I did feel a little side stitch which never happened to me swimming before but it went away pretty quickly. The water was perfect, maybe with a little current pushing to the shore (I would look up to spot and be at a 45 degree angle). Swimming one buoy to the next to the next... I came out of the water in about 44 minutes, which isn't GREAT, but I was happy with it.
Heading to T1, for some reason people come out of the water and walk to their bike. So I again was passing more people, which always feels good. Got to the bike, helmet, shoes, swig of water, sunglasses, and we're off to bike.
Bike started out well. Legs felt a little tired, maybe I was kicking more in the swim? Not sure. But I was feeling OK. Then, maybe 2 miles in, I heard what sounded like someone popped a soda can. My first race flat! On the back tire! I had taken the flat class, so I got the wheel off, had the tire and tube out and was just starting to replace it when bike support showed up and finished it for me. I got a drink while they finished and headed back out. There was so much glass on the side of the roads, I'm sure that must have been what happened but couldn't find anything specific on the tire. The whole thing probably cost me about 10 minutes. Of course TONS of people passed me while all this was going on, which is so deflating. From that point, I just felt wiped out. I don't know if it was the mental break that did it, or the physical break and losing the momentum, but I just hated the whole rest of it and just wanted it to be over. I kept going back and forth in my head of just stopping vs. just finishing, since I knew my time was compromised at this point and I was hurting. I knew I would be mad at myself if I quit, so I just kept going...
Was SO happy to head into T2 and get off that bike. Ran the bike in, racked it, took some water, switched shoes and headed back out working on a Gu.
Going into the run always hurts. The legs by that point are trying to shake off the bike portion and get into the running motion. Probably about a half mile in I saw Shawn and the girls. He brought them over that morning so they could see me do a tri. It was really nice of him and always motivating to see the girls. Puts me in a happy mindset. That mindset didn't last long, though, when my stomach cramped and felt exactly like a big bloated water balloon. I have no idea what happened. Unless I drank too much water? I still have yet to figure it out. Maybe I didn't have enough salt in my system? Regardless, it was so painful trying to run with the stomach pain, I had to stop and walk (GRRRRRR!!!!!) I tried to restart a few times, and just couldn't. It was really painful. Finally, I could feel some burps coming up and felt good enough to start trying to jog again. It was off and on like that until about mile 3, when it finally felt like it was letting up. I tried to push the run as much as I could at that point. Around mile 5, I had some pain come back but by 5.25, I was running again. Saw Shawn & the girls again just before the final turn to to the finish line on the beach. Once you can hear them announcing names, you know you are close. So I just did what I could and finished.
I am proud of myself - even with the flat and the stomach pain I PR'd that distance by 5 minutes. I gutted it out and did finish, which was hard in-and-of itself. I was pretty disappointed, too, though, since I felt like I trained SO HARD all winter for this and was not able to show a great result from it. I look forward to discussing it with my coaches and seeing what else we can do. I know I need more work on the bike. That is probably where I failed the most. The causeways/hills just killed me AGAIN!
I'm not signed up for another Tri until the Naples Fitness Challenge sprint in June, which is just a fun flat home-town event. So I have time to collect my thoughts and get back on track. Just think I need a few days to get past the feelings of the race so I can look at it objectively and dissect it.
That and a few days of sleep...
Here is the link to my results... yay... http://results.active.com/pages/oneResult.jsp?pID=124626304&rsID=123920
And a little video that Shawn shot... I look pretty miserable... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eg62Kbk7RbM
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Monday, April 2, 2012
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Thankfully today was much better. It was wound round day at work, so I didn't get very much done of my own charting, but it's all part of it. It's actually nice to be part of a group that values the input of a RD. I hear lots of stories, and many times deal with a bit myself, about how so many people still think dietitians are just foodies. While that is one aspect of what we do, there is SO much more. I'll probably discuss that eventually.
I train with a group called T2. They have a GREAT aquatics program and also a performance triathlon program. They have coaches for all 3 disciplines and create your training schedule based on your upcoming races and goals. It's a really great group and I know it's helped me a lot. Now I just have to get more focused on the bike. Those practices are changing to Mon & Thurs evenings, which will present a little challenge. I prefer evenings, but Mr. Duffey would not like me home late 3 nights out of the week. Ah, the challenge and the compromise of trying to work it all in. :-/ Tonight was weekly track practice. I am definitely getting faster in my intervals. Tonight was effort based for timed intervals. My fastest interval, I was able to hold 8:08 pace for 0.5 mile. I also had a 8:10 for a 0.49. So I'm pretty happy with that. Stronger and faster is the goal!
Tonight we discussed how we need to think about our 2012 races. I'll have to give some thought to this one. Please share suggestions!
I train with a group called T2. They have a GREAT aquatics program and also a performance triathlon program. They have coaches for all 3 disciplines and create your training schedule based on your upcoming races and goals. It's a really great group and I know it's helped me a lot. Now I just have to get more focused on the bike. Those practices are changing to Mon & Thurs evenings, which will present a little challenge. I prefer evenings, but Mr. Duffey would not like me home late 3 nights out of the week. Ah, the challenge and the compromise of trying to work it all in. :-/ Tonight was weekly track practice. I am definitely getting faster in my intervals. Tonight was effort based for timed intervals. My fastest interval, I was able to hold 8:08 pace for 0.5 mile. I also had a 8:10 for a 0.49. So I'm pretty happy with that. Stronger and faster is the goal!
Tonight we discussed how we need to think about our 2012 races. I'll have to give some thought to this one. Please share suggestions!
Monday, September 26, 2011
Escape to Miami... and more...
Friday was a day of running around with errands, but I still tried to get a bunch done around the house since I'd be gone most of Saturday and Sunday. Saturday morning was low key. I worked on packing for the Escape using the checklist that seems pretty thorough. Shawn had changed over my bike bottle holder for me and after lunch, we packed up the car and I was on my way to pick up Christy and Michelle at M's house. We figured since I have a 3-bike rack on the Camry it would be perfect to drive over. Well, haha on us!
Got to M's place where they both were getting their bikes out and ready to go. Shawn had told me that all the bikes should face chain ring out so that's how I figured we would load the bikes. Well, after a really sweaty 20 minutes, we had all the bikes jammed on the rack. We were looking at the rack and agreed to run to the Cyclery to see if anyone would be so kind as to double check our bike rack work. First words as we walked out of the Cyclery were something to the effect of "oh no, that's so wrong". So after a total readjustment of the bikes, facing opposite directions now, we were off (about 45 minutes later than planned).
The ride across the Alley was standard. The girls always have fun together chatting about the upcoming events. But poor Christy was still fighting her cold. One pee stop and we were following Roberta (GPS) to the race location. Found a place to park, unloaded the bikes and got them checked in to transition and got our bodies marked. We headed over to the hotel, checked in, got our DoubleTree cookies, and after some clean up and organization, we decided to go for supper. Using the iPhone apps, we were looking for restaurants; nothing was really close; asked the Concierge, but wound up just eating a the Italian place in the hotel lobby. Better service than last year. Food was what we needed. Headed to the room, did final prep for race day, and lights out with some last minute chatting and giggling.
I had to get up early since I had to get on the ferry to the island by 5:30, so I put my essentials in the bathroom as to avoid disturbing M & C. My phone alarm went off at 4:25, even though I woke up several times during the night thinking it was time. 12:30? Whew, I can still sleep. 1:25? YES! More sleep...
Got up, got ready, buttered the chafey bits, a little Body Glide here and there, grabbed my bags and was off to do my final set up in Transition. Bag back on the bike, helmet, sunglasses, bike shoes, sneakers, towels, water, gel - all good and organized well. I had about 15 minutes so I decided to see if I could find Randall (good East Coast friend also doing Olympic). Found him and after chatting about his timing chip I realized it was the one thing I didn't have - more like "OMG, where the eff is my chip?!?!?!?" With about 15 minutes left and a quick scan to verify it wasn't in a bag, I sprinted back to the hotel (in flip-flops). Thank goodness M & C were up because in a panic I was yelling, "I don't have my chip, I need lights!!!" Those chicas are the BEST! Found my chip on the floor where my stuff was piled. They agreed to return my flip-flops to transition so I could go straight to the ferry.
Which was actually a LINE to the ferry, where we wound up standing for a good 15 minutes before loading. Anywho, we were on the boat and off to the Island. The Island was the whole reason I wanted to step up from the Sprint to the Olympic. Seemed cool at the time. Sprint is a swim from shore, out, across, and back in. Olympic you are ferried out to an island and swim into shore. So we "walked the plank" and jumped off the boat and swam about 50m to the Island. Night birds were flying low and I was just trying to take in the moment as much as I could. They had water, a guy playing guitar and tiki torches on the Island. It was a little chilly standing there at 6AM after being in that 85 degree water. Tried to stay hydrated. Randall found me out there. Talked with a few random people. One jellyfish was spotted and removed from the water with a stick. Then the 7AM wave (men & elite) were lined up and were off. The ladies gathered for our 7:15 wave - found Cindy and Ann-Margret from Naples and chatted a bit to calm the nerves. Tried to locate all the buoys in the water as we were to swim a bit north before cutting left and back to shore. As we were waiting, someone motioned to get away from an area where one of the men clearly couldn't hold it and left a floater for everyone - how nice. So 7:15, wistle blows and we are off.
The swim generally felt great to the turn buoy. I was focusing on the bottom, you could see the grass - I always wonder about how deep it is, if I'll see any animals, I think about training... I'm pretty distracted from the actual process of swimming now. Some kicking and punching that goes on with a group swim, but nothing bad for me. No bloody noses or goggle-losing blows were received. Because of the current in this swim, you have to focus on really trying to swim tight to the buoy line, but it's really hard. After the turn, it was IMPOSSIBLE to spot the next direction. You knew that you were swimming to the park, which was OK to spot, but it's a pretty long park so you had to guess the general direction. And the current pushes you north. A lot. At times I felt like I was going nowhere. One of the kayakers yelled for me to head to my right a bit, but that was the direction the current was taking me anyway. Whatever. So I just tried to line up the buildings and swim that way. The swim was supposed to be 0.9 miles, but everyone agreed it was definitely more than a mile. M&C were there to cheer me out of the water.
Ran to transition, loaded up for the bike, helmet, shoes, water, gel. And I was off on the bike. Now, the bike is my least favorite part so I knew it would be a suffer fest as there were two laps, 8 hills, and just a lot of time in the saddle. It sucked more than I had even thought. I haven't trained anywhere near enough on the bike and my legs just didn't have enough power. I survived it, but it took much longer than it should have. That was probably the part that I would deem embarrassing. I should have been better on the bike. At one point I was deciding to take off the timimg chip, I was so embarrassed, but talked myself into leaving it on as a reminder that I need bike work. Generally, some people were nice, but a lot of people were jerks on the course. Passing REALLY close, not yelling that they were there. People passing on the right (penalty), drafting (penalty), just doing jerky stuff. Since everyone was passing me, I got to see it all. Somehow survived the bike, and was THANK GOD back to dismount. Ran the bike in and time to get ready for the run.
My rack was right at the Swim In, Bike Out point, so that was easy, but BIKE IN was all the way at the other end. Ran the bike in, darting around the pokies walking and wandering around like it was a picnic in the park. Got it racked, helmet off, sneakers on; ready for run. I decided to go sockless with my racing flats (and on the bike). Feet were wet and grassy, but I had powdered the shoes so they were all easy on. Run out and off we go. Felt pretty good on the run, passed quite a few people, especially on the hill. A lot of people stop and walk, but I have to be in a lot of hurt for that. There was a turn-around at the 5K / 1.5 mile point, but 10K kept going. I decided to take a gel at our turn-around, grab some water and head back out. I try to thank all the volunteers that I can and cheer on fellow participants. There was one memorable guy, was kind of gimping around mile 4, but he was still going. They mark your age on your calf for Tris and his said 62. I gave him a big "you got this. You're such and inspiration!" for which he thanked me. Just goes to show you that age is really just a number. This was also the point I could feel blisters forming on my feet. Over the hill back, I saw M coming to meet me. She kept telling me to stop talking as I was asking her about her race... as if not talking was going to make me go faster LOL!!!!!!! She then started thanking the volunteers before I could just so I would not talk. She's a crack up. She definitely ran me in at a faster pace than I would have solo, so I was very happy to have here there. She kept up the encouragement as I hacked on some water and rounded the last turn (Randall was on a bench cheering us in) to the finish chute. We pushed it in, she grabbed my hand and was telling me how proud of me she was (LOVE HER!!!!) as I was almost hysterical that it was over!!!! Can't wait to see my face in those photos.
We stopped for a photo and to meet up with Christy and Randall, grabbed a bite, then decided to go get our stuff out of transition. We lost Randall somewhere along the way but all met up back in the hotel room for showers and packing. We checked out and carried all our stuff to a cafe in the hotel and grabbed a quick lunch. Randall helped us rack the bikes and load the car. And we were on our way home. We were all really tired and talking to stay awake. It poured a lot on the way back, so I was driving like a grandma, taking over 2 hours to get back. Dropped off M & C at M's place. Hugged and said our "yay us!" goodbyes. Randall did awesome, first Olympic, beating his time estimate. Christy did AMAZING even doing it with how sick she was (really felt crappy). And Michelle was like a pro out there. She is so athletic and just excels at all of this. So proud of everyone!!!!!!!
I got back home and planned to just sleep. I was exhauseted after being up at 4:25, swimming over a mile, biking about 25 miles, running over 6 miles, eating, and driving home. Talked a bit with Shawn about the day and crashed. Shawn was a bit grumpy, not sure why, didn't have it in me to really investigate. He woke me up around 8 to see if I wanted to eat and do the Sunday night bills. I did both, got ready for bed, watched a little TV and was back to sleep soon thereafter.
This is the results page: http://results.active.com/pages/page.jsp?pubID=3&eventLinkageID=122654&year=2011. Like I said, I'm pretty embarrassed about my time. I should have been able to do so much better. But I know I have to be proud of myself for accomplishing a really hard feat. Almost 4 hours straight of pushing myself to the limit. It was definitely the hardest thing I've done to date. I'm still pretty tired. My feet have blisters. I'm a little sore. The butt butter worked well as I'm not chafed, which is really nice (Chamois Butt'r is great stuff!). But generally just happy that it's OVER!
Now I have Chicago to freak out about. 2 weeks and I'll be blogging about that! :)
Got to M's place where they both were getting their bikes out and ready to go. Shawn had told me that all the bikes should face chain ring out so that's how I figured we would load the bikes. Well, after a really sweaty 20 minutes, we had all the bikes jammed on the rack. We were looking at the rack and agreed to run to the Cyclery to see if anyone would be so kind as to double check our bike rack work. First words as we walked out of the Cyclery were something to the effect of "oh no, that's so wrong". So after a total readjustment of the bikes, facing opposite directions now, we were off (about 45 minutes later than planned).
The ride across the Alley was standard. The girls always have fun together chatting about the upcoming events. But poor Christy was still fighting her cold. One pee stop and we were following Roberta (GPS) to the race location. Found a place to park, unloaded the bikes and got them checked in to transition and got our bodies marked. We headed over to the hotel, checked in, got our DoubleTree cookies, and after some clean up and organization, we decided to go for supper. Using the iPhone apps, we were looking for restaurants; nothing was really close; asked the Concierge, but wound up just eating a the Italian place in the hotel lobby. Better service than last year. Food was what we needed. Headed to the room, did final prep for race day, and lights out with some last minute chatting and giggling.
I had to get up early since I had to get on the ferry to the island by 5:30, so I put my essentials in the bathroom as to avoid disturbing M & C. My phone alarm went off at 4:25, even though I woke up several times during the night thinking it was time. 12:30? Whew, I can still sleep. 1:25? YES! More sleep...
Got up, got ready, buttered the chafey bits, a little Body Glide here and there, grabbed my bags and was off to do my final set up in Transition. Bag back on the bike, helmet, sunglasses, bike shoes, sneakers, towels, water, gel - all good and organized well. I had about 15 minutes so I decided to see if I could find Randall (good East Coast friend also doing Olympic). Found him and after chatting about his timing chip I realized it was the one thing I didn't have - more like "OMG, where the eff is my chip?!?!?!?" With about 15 minutes left and a quick scan to verify it wasn't in a bag, I sprinted back to the hotel (in flip-flops). Thank goodness M & C were up because in a panic I was yelling, "I don't have my chip, I need lights!!!" Those chicas are the BEST! Found my chip on the floor where my stuff was piled. They agreed to return my flip-flops to transition so I could go straight to the ferry.
Which was actually a LINE to the ferry, where we wound up standing for a good 15 minutes before loading. Anywho, we were on the boat and off to the Island. The Island was the whole reason I wanted to step up from the Sprint to the Olympic. Seemed cool at the time. Sprint is a swim from shore, out, across, and back in. Olympic you are ferried out to an island and swim into shore. So we "walked the plank" and jumped off the boat and swam about 50m to the Island. Night birds were flying low and I was just trying to take in the moment as much as I could. They had water, a guy playing guitar and tiki torches on the Island. It was a little chilly standing there at 6AM after being in that 85 degree water. Tried to stay hydrated. Randall found me out there. Talked with a few random people. One jellyfish was spotted and removed from the water with a stick. Then the 7AM wave (men & elite) were lined up and were off. The ladies gathered for our 7:15 wave - found Cindy and Ann-Margret from Naples and chatted a bit to calm the nerves. Tried to locate all the buoys in the water as we were to swim a bit north before cutting left and back to shore. As we were waiting, someone motioned to get away from an area where one of the men clearly couldn't hold it and left a floater for everyone - how nice. So 7:15, wistle blows and we are off.
The swim generally felt great to the turn buoy. I was focusing on the bottom, you could see the grass - I always wonder about how deep it is, if I'll see any animals, I think about training... I'm pretty distracted from the actual process of swimming now. Some kicking and punching that goes on with a group swim, but nothing bad for me. No bloody noses or goggle-losing blows were received. Because of the current in this swim, you have to focus on really trying to swim tight to the buoy line, but it's really hard. After the turn, it was IMPOSSIBLE to spot the next direction. You knew that you were swimming to the park, which was OK to spot, but it's a pretty long park so you had to guess the general direction. And the current pushes you north. A lot. At times I felt like I was going nowhere. One of the kayakers yelled for me to head to my right a bit, but that was the direction the current was taking me anyway. Whatever. So I just tried to line up the buildings and swim that way. The swim was supposed to be 0.9 miles, but everyone agreed it was definitely more than a mile. M&C were there to cheer me out of the water.
Ran to transition, loaded up for the bike, helmet, shoes, water, gel. And I was off on the bike. Now, the bike is my least favorite part so I knew it would be a suffer fest as there were two laps, 8 hills, and just a lot of time in the saddle. It sucked more than I had even thought. I haven't trained anywhere near enough on the bike and my legs just didn't have enough power. I survived it, but it took much longer than it should have. That was probably the part that I would deem embarrassing. I should have been better on the bike. At one point I was deciding to take off the timimg chip, I was so embarrassed, but talked myself into leaving it on as a reminder that I need bike work. Generally, some people were nice, but a lot of people were jerks on the course. Passing REALLY close, not yelling that they were there. People passing on the right (penalty), drafting (penalty), just doing jerky stuff. Since everyone was passing me, I got to see it all. Somehow survived the bike, and was THANK GOD back to dismount. Ran the bike in and time to get ready for the run.
My rack was right at the Swim In, Bike Out point, so that was easy, but BIKE IN was all the way at the other end. Ran the bike in, darting around the pokies walking and wandering around like it was a picnic in the park. Got it racked, helmet off, sneakers on; ready for run. I decided to go sockless with my racing flats (and on the bike). Feet were wet and grassy, but I had powdered the shoes so they were all easy on. Run out and off we go. Felt pretty good on the run, passed quite a few people, especially on the hill. A lot of people stop and walk, but I have to be in a lot of hurt for that. There was a turn-around at the 5K / 1.5 mile point, but 10K kept going. I decided to take a gel at our turn-around, grab some water and head back out. I try to thank all the volunteers that I can and cheer on fellow participants. There was one memorable guy, was kind of gimping around mile 4, but he was still going. They mark your age on your calf for Tris and his said 62. I gave him a big "you got this. You're such and inspiration!" for which he thanked me. Just goes to show you that age is really just a number. This was also the point I could feel blisters forming on my feet. Over the hill back, I saw M coming to meet me. She kept telling me to stop talking as I was asking her about her race... as if not talking was going to make me go faster LOL!!!!!!! She then started thanking the volunteers before I could just so I would not talk. She's a crack up. She definitely ran me in at a faster pace than I would have solo, so I was very happy to have here there. She kept up the encouragement as I hacked on some water and rounded the last turn (Randall was on a bench cheering us in) to the finish chute. We pushed it in, she grabbed my hand and was telling me how proud of me she was (LOVE HER!!!!) as I was almost hysterical that it was over!!!! Can't wait to see my face in those photos.
We stopped for a photo and to meet up with Christy and Randall, grabbed a bite, then decided to go get our stuff out of transition. We lost Randall somewhere along the way but all met up back in the hotel room for showers and packing. We checked out and carried all our stuff to a cafe in the hotel and grabbed a quick lunch. Randall helped us rack the bikes and load the car. And we were on our way home. We were all really tired and talking to stay awake. It poured a lot on the way back, so I was driving like a grandma, taking over 2 hours to get back. Dropped off M & C at M's place. Hugged and said our "yay us!" goodbyes. Randall did awesome, first Olympic, beating his time estimate. Christy did AMAZING even doing it with how sick she was (really felt crappy). And Michelle was like a pro out there. She is so athletic and just excels at all of this. So proud of everyone!!!!!!!
I got back home and planned to just sleep. I was exhauseted after being up at 4:25, swimming over a mile, biking about 25 miles, running over 6 miles, eating, and driving home. Talked a bit with Shawn about the day and crashed. Shawn was a bit grumpy, not sure why, didn't have it in me to really investigate. He woke me up around 8 to see if I wanted to eat and do the Sunday night bills. I did both, got ready for bed, watched a little TV and was back to sleep soon thereafter.
This is the results page: http://results.active.com/pages/page.jsp?pubID=3&eventLinkageID=122654&year=2011. Like I said, I'm pretty embarrassed about my time. I should have been able to do so much better. But I know I have to be proud of myself for accomplishing a really hard feat. Almost 4 hours straight of pushing myself to the limit. It was definitely the hardest thing I've done to date. I'm still pretty tired. My feet have blisters. I'm a little sore. The butt butter worked well as I'm not chafed, which is really nice (Chamois Butt'r is great stuff!). But generally just happy that it's OVER!
Now I have Chicago to freak out about. 2 weeks and I'll be blogging about that! :)
Saturday, September 24, 2011
First Post - Venturing into blog space
Generally it seems to me that blogging is somewhat narcissistic. Do people really want to read on the daily events of someone? My husband, Shawn, has one and posts almost daily somehow making what are the most mundane details interesting. Often times, I think that I wish I could respond to his one-sided conversation with the world, or interject my thoughts, or somehow record my own. So here goes!
Am I supposed to create a cast of characters for this, or do I just blog and the reader figures it out? Figure it out for now, I guess.
After waking up to a freshly brewed pot of tea (thanks hubs!), and doing the usual email and new check, it was time to pack for my next adventure - my first Olympic triathlon! Christy, Michelle, and I are driving over to Miami this afternoon to do what will hopefully be a cool annual tradition (2nd year for us), the Escape to Miami. Last year I did the sprint distance, and this year I'm stepping into the longer distance. I had made a packing checklist for us for tri use, so armed with the list, I packed my little suitcase and will be ready to go.
Am I supposed to create a cast of characters for this, or do I just blog and the reader figures it out? Figure it out for now, I guess.
After waking up to a freshly brewed pot of tea (thanks hubs!), and doing the usual email and new check, it was time to pack for my next adventure - my first Olympic triathlon! Christy, Michelle, and I are driving over to Miami this afternoon to do what will hopefully be a cool annual tradition (2nd year for us), the Escape to Miami. Last year I did the sprint distance, and this year I'm stepping into the longer distance. I had made a packing checklist for us for tri use, so armed with the list, I packed my little suitcase and will be ready to go.
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