After I finally got cleared to train again after my groin issue, I found that all I wanted to do was run. That's partially because I couldn't for so long and partially because I go through this every year. I don't want to swim and I don't even want to look at my bike. I love running so it's not generally a hardship. I have always continued to swim and bike, but I complained about it a lot (sorry Kris!).
Since I started back riding with the Iron Whiners, it's been ok, knee issue aside. I still haven't actually wanted to get on the trainer or get up early and ride for hours, but I know once I get going I'll have a good time. When I started consistently having the knee issue, I talked with Dawn.
And now, all of the sudden, it's different. Coachie told me to rest (no bike) until my knee gets better. It's amazing the difference being told to rest can make. Where last week, I didn't want to ride, now I really want to. I've only missed one ride, and I already sent her an email asking when I could get back on the bike. When I saw her tonight, she said one week at least. That means that next Tuesday I can get back on the bike and try out my knee. I'm really hoping that there is no pain and I only had to miss out on one week!
I wonder what I'll feel like when I can't ride for baby reasons (no, it isn't something I have to change yet but hopefully it will be soon). How cranky will I be once it's not safe and I have to wait what will likely feel like forever?! I'm going to apologize WAY in advance because just knowing I'm missing this one week is hard enough. I'll give you all fair warning when it's time to start avoiding me. :)
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Monday, January 14, 2013
Highs and lows
This weekend was certainly one of highs and lows in training...
Saturday the group had a 60 mile bike ride and I felt like that would be a pretty good distance. It would be my longest ride since IMAZ but still totally doable. Things started out pretty well. My heart rate was pretty consistent (mostly in zone 1 or 2). Last weekend on this same part of the route, it was zone 2 or 3. When we got to the part where we could really lay the hammer down, and Brian and Kris took off. Alphonso followed behind quickly thereafter. I was feeling good still, so I followed too. We were really trucking it and it felt SO good to go fast! And my heart rate was still good! We made it to our turn around point and headed back for a doughnut (yum - apple fritter!). That's it for the highs on Saturday....
On the way back, my knee started to hurt. I had felt it on the hilly route last week, but I just thought it was the hills. It never really hurt. Totally not the case this weekend. After going a pretty consistent 20 mph, I quickly fell behind the others...my speed dropped from 20 to 17 to 14. I had to take my left foot out of the clip and do single-leg drills. Just having my foot on top of the pedal and go around in a circle hurt like all get out - I was going down the road crying. Even the pain I felt in Arizona wasn't like this. This HURT bad! I knew I wouldn't be going the whole 60 miles. I just wanted to make it to the gas station so I wouldn't be sitting on the side of the road waiting for a ride. Brian called Orissa, who was gracious enough to agree to come get me when she finished. After Brian, Kris, and Alphonso slowed WAY down to keep me with them, we finally made it to the gas station. I was so worried about what would happen when I got off my bike. It was totally fine! No pain at all. It hurt to bend it (no squatting down allowed) but just walking was fine. Running was even fine. Weird!
After babying my knee the rest of the day on Saturday, I woke up to run on Sunday. I was hoping my knee would still be fine, and my groin issue would still be fine, and my back would be ok (stupid apartment moving!). I met the group with the hope that everything would be ok and I'd be able to run 9 miles. If I ran 9 this week and 11 next week, I'd be good to run the 13.1 HERO-thon on Jan 27. We planned to run an out and back along 1604, so I knew I could turn around and walk back if anything hurt.When we started running, it was so cold and windy! I figured it'd warm up soon so I wasn't too worried. We got to the greenbelt and I was at 4.25 miles. I realized I was feeling great! Instead of 9, I decided to run 10. After stripping off our long sleeve shirts (now we were in sleeveless shirts), we took off down the greenbelt to get to our turn around points. Linda and Kris were going out to 6, Herb was going out to 10, and I decided for sure to do 10 so I turned around at 5. On the way back, Brian and I chatted the whole time. Each mile that ticked past made me happier and happier. While it certainly wasn't easy, it was much better than before. Each run gets progressively better. I know this happened to everyone after IMAZ, but it's been hard to be the only one who seems to be struggling.
When we got to 10, I was so excited! I did that whole thing and it was virtually pain-free! My knee and groin were both perfectly fine. My back was a little uncomfortable but nothing like before. My heart rate was in 2 like it should've been. While it wasn't my fastest ever, it also wasn't my slowest. I'll take it! At least I finished my weekend training on a high note! :)
Saturday the group had a 60 mile bike ride and I felt like that would be a pretty good distance. It would be my longest ride since IMAZ but still totally doable. Things started out pretty well. My heart rate was pretty consistent (mostly in zone 1 or 2). Last weekend on this same part of the route, it was zone 2 or 3. When we got to the part where we could really lay the hammer down, and Brian and Kris took off. Alphonso followed behind quickly thereafter. I was feeling good still, so I followed too. We were really trucking it and it felt SO good to go fast! And my heart rate was still good! We made it to our turn around point and headed back for a doughnut (yum - apple fritter!). That's it for the highs on Saturday....
On the way back, my knee started to hurt. I had felt it on the hilly route last week, but I just thought it was the hills. It never really hurt. Totally not the case this weekend. After going a pretty consistent 20 mph, I quickly fell behind the others...my speed dropped from 20 to 17 to 14. I had to take my left foot out of the clip and do single-leg drills. Just having my foot on top of the pedal and go around in a circle hurt like all get out - I was going down the road crying. Even the pain I felt in Arizona wasn't like this. This HURT bad! I knew I wouldn't be going the whole 60 miles. I just wanted to make it to the gas station so I wouldn't be sitting on the side of the road waiting for a ride. Brian called Orissa, who was gracious enough to agree to come get me when she finished. After Brian, Kris, and Alphonso slowed WAY down to keep me with them, we finally made it to the gas station. I was so worried about what would happen when I got off my bike. It was totally fine! No pain at all. It hurt to bend it (no squatting down allowed) but just walking was fine. Running was even fine. Weird!
After babying my knee the rest of the day on Saturday, I woke up to run on Sunday. I was hoping my knee would still be fine, and my groin issue would still be fine, and my back would be ok (stupid apartment moving!). I met the group with the hope that everything would be ok and I'd be able to run 9 miles. If I ran 9 this week and 11 next week, I'd be good to run the 13.1 HERO-thon on Jan 27. We planned to run an out and back along 1604, so I knew I could turn around and walk back if anything hurt.When we started running, it was so cold and windy! I figured it'd warm up soon so I wasn't too worried. We got to the greenbelt and I was at 4.25 miles. I realized I was feeling great! Instead of 9, I decided to run 10. After stripping off our long sleeve shirts (now we were in sleeveless shirts), we took off down the greenbelt to get to our turn around points. Linda and Kris were going out to 6, Herb was going out to 10, and I decided for sure to do 10 so I turned around at 5. On the way back, Brian and I chatted the whole time. Each mile that ticked past made me happier and happier. While it certainly wasn't easy, it was much better than before. Each run gets progressively better. I know this happened to everyone after IMAZ, but it's been hard to be the only one who seems to be struggling.
When we got to 10, I was so excited! I did that whole thing and it was virtually pain-free! My knee and groin were both perfectly fine. My back was a little uncomfortable but nothing like before. My heart rate was in 2 like it should've been. While it wasn't my fastest ever, it also wasn't my slowest. I'll take it! At least I finished my weekend training on a high note! :)
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Finally running again!
This morning Kris and I met at La Cantera mall for a "long" run. I was nervous because it'd be my first real run in over a month. I really hoped I could do it without much pain in my leg and without hacking up a lung (I've been sick since last Friday).
Last Friday, I joined Kris for a test run. I ran 2 miles and that was all I could do. I went in that morning thinking I'd only run 2 so I didn't push it, but it ended up being tough to even get that in. After having a hard time with 2 miles, I couldn't help but wonder how today's hour run would go.
Turns out, I remember how to run! My heart rate was high (zone 3 and 4 instead of 2 like it should be), but it wasn't as bad as it could've been. My leg did pretty well also. I could feel it but no pain like before.
I'm really happy! I should be good to go for the Hero-thon on Jan 27. HOORAY!!
Last Friday, I joined Kris for a test run. I ran 2 miles and that was all I could do. I went in that morning thinking I'd only run 2 so I didn't push it, but it ended up being tough to even get that in. After having a hard time with 2 miles, I couldn't help but wonder how today's hour run would go.
I'm really happy! I should be good to go for the Hero-thon on Jan 27. HOORAY!!
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Ready to get back to it
If you read my IMAZ race report, you saw that I was injured during the race. At the beginning of October while on the treadmill, I somehow messed up my groin/hip. After resting for about a week with no improvement, I finally broke down and went to the doctor to see what was wrong. I went to 2 different doctors and neither one really knew what was wrong but both agreed that I should go to physical therapy. At Dawn and the doctors' suggestion, I went to Promotion Physical Therapy and saw Dr. Justin Martindale. While my leg did improve, it was never 100%. Justin said it was ok to race on, but that I should limit my pre-race running. I did everything he said and just tried to make it to raceday.
After the race, I waited a bit before trying to work out or anything. When I was finally ready to start running, I found out that I couldn't!! My leg was worse than before. I decided to go back to PT and see what Justin could do for me.
Well, after a couple of weeks of round 2 of PT, Justin and I finally figured out what it was...the joint between my hip and sacrum was out of place. Justin popped it back in and instantly there was relief!! He had me rest a couple of days and do a couple of bike rides. Today was my check up to see how the popping back in held up and if the bike rides did anything to mess it back up.
Going into my PT appointment today, I was pretty confident that I'd get a green light to go back to running. Ever since he popped it back in, my groin and hip felt great! Every once in a while, I'd move weird and I'd feel it, but it was pretty obvious that I was on the mend. When I got to the appointment, Justin checked the alignment of my hips and everything looked good. He had me go through my usual exercises. Every time I did something that used to hurt and didn't this time, I just couldn't get over how much it DIDN'T hurt.
After I did all my exercises, Justin checked my alignment again (still good) and announced that I was done. I've graduated and can finally get back to it!! :D Hooray!
After the race, I waited a bit before trying to work out or anything. When I was finally ready to start running, I found out that I couldn't!! My leg was worse than before. I decided to go back to PT and see what Justin could do for me.
Well, after a couple of weeks of round 2 of PT, Justin and I finally figured out what it was...the joint between my hip and sacrum was out of place. Justin popped it back in and instantly there was relief!! He had me rest a couple of days and do a couple of bike rides. Today was my check up to see how the popping back in held up and if the bike rides did anything to mess it back up.
Going into my PT appointment today, I was pretty confident that I'd get a green light to go back to running. Ever since he popped it back in, my groin and hip felt great! Every once in a while, I'd move weird and I'd feel it, but it was pretty obvious that I was on the mend. When I got to the appointment, Justin checked the alignment of my hips and everything looked good. He had me go through my usual exercises. Every time I did something that used to hurt and didn't this time, I just couldn't get over how much it DIDN'T hurt.
After I did all my exercises, Justin checked my alignment again (still good) and announced that I was done. I've graduated and can finally get back to it!! :D Hooray!
Sunday, December 9, 2012
IMAZ - I Did It!!
Well, I did it. I finished my first (and not last) Ironman! I did it in a respectable time too!! The "respectable" part is important. I wanted something faster, but after battling an injury that limited running for more than a month, I'm super excited to have gotten what I did.
After a long drive on Thursday, there was so much to do once we got to Tempe. All the traditional athlete, gear bag, and bike check-in stuff, in addition to spending time with my family. With me, there were 9 of us, so trying to figure out where to go for dinner that wouldn't be packed was tough. Instead of going out, pre-race dinner was pizza in the hotel lobby! That works for me because almost all of my pre-race dinners have become pizza. After dinner, I got my special needs bags together and laid down to sleep. I was surprised that I was actually able to sleep! I did wake up a couple of times, but I think I got some really good sleep overall.
Raceday!! At breakfast, I broke the cardinal rule...I tried something new. I had a bowl of Fruit Loops. After listening to Jordan Rapp talk on Thursday night about how much he has for breakfast before a race, I thought I better beef up my breakfast. I still had my normal gatorade and Clif bar later, but I figured the cereal would help but not cause any tummy troubles (I was right!).
We got to transition and did all the normal things without anything crazy happening. Everything went so smoothly! We got to kiss our families and hug our friends before the race. It was awesome knowing that they'd be there all day cheering us on! Kris, Orissa, and I made our way over to the mass of green and pink swim caps and realized we hadn't seen Herb. We were all so disappointed but knew there was little chance that we'd find him among all those wetsuits. All 3 of us were giddy and nervous and excited...we were about to jump in the water to start our very first Ironman!
After jumping in and swimming to the right, we lined up in the middle, toward the front. Dawn said first 3-5 rows, but I think we were just slightly behind that. We were treading water just waiting out our 10 minutes when we heard Herb! We all rushed over and mobbed him - hugs all around. Music was playing, we were chatting, and then the national anthem. Kris and I grabbed one last hug and tried not to cry in our goggles. Then the cannon suddenly went off! I was expecting a countdown, but nope. Just a loud blast and then thousands of arms swinging.
Dawn said to expect the washing machine for a few minutes but that a train forms pretty quickly. I kept thinking, it's only 5 minutes of crazy, then I'll be able to find some feet to draft off of. It never seemed to clear up! I got smacked in the back of the head a few times and sometimes had to stop because people squeezed me between them (there didn't seem to be any good sighting where I was). People were grabbing my legs and feet and pushing my legs down. I figured I could make up any lost time when I found feet or clear water so I just let those people pass...20 minutes in and I was still searching for those feet or clear water! Sometime between then and the first turn buoy (at about 30 minutes in), I found some clean water. The way back to the dock was pretty uneventful. Mostly clean water (which I prefer over drafting). As I neared the bridge and dock, I thought I could hit 1:10. Apparently, my perception was off and I had further to go than I thought or I slowed down. I hit the mat at 1:16:03. I knew I missed 1:10 and was closer to 1:15 but didn't know the exact time. Wetsuit stripped and a run/walk to T1 and it's time to change!
I took longer in T1 than it felt like. I felt like I was booking it through putting on my wings, gloves, socks and shoes, but it ended up being over 9 minutes! I looked up at one point and saw Kris, so I got excited! Maybe we could do this whole thing together and cross the line together!! I jogged out to my bike and then the mount line. Pass the mount line, swing a leg over, put in the foot...I know now that my family and friends were all right there watching me but I can't remember if I heard them at the time. I was so focused on not getting knocked over in all that crazy!
The bike course was fairly crowded, but it didn't seem too bad. I remembered what Dawn said and waited until I passed the blue building before I tried to drink anything. After a quick drink, I settled in to ride. I knew Kris was up ahead a bit so I wanted to see if I could catch her. Maybe we could do some leap-frogging. I eventually caught her but quickly realized that leap-frogging would be tough. The course was getting crowded and there were packs going by! We did do a couple of leap frogs on the first two laps but not many. I was ahead of Kris a bit on the end of the second lap and I couldn't wait to wave at her on the start of our third lap and yell "Smash it time!" or something else ridiculous...but I couldn't find her. I thought that I must have missed her on the way back out because of the trees in the median in town. When I got to the open road, I knew I had because there was no way she was that far behind me...she was just there! All the sudden, I came to a crash and moved over out of the way. As I passed, I saw a pink Rudy helmet and caught a flash of an orange jersey and white angel wings...IT WAS KRIS! I looked back to see if I could turn around but there were too many people by me. I freaked out because I didn't see enough to know if she was ok and could continue. The whole way up to the turnaround on Beeline, I was thinking about when I could see Kris if she got to continue (doing math on the bike made that lap fly by). I figured if she crashed on the way to the turnaround, she probably had 15 min to get there, plus whatever time she sat on the side of the road. So I started looking at 15, hoping that it was a quick stop and she just needed a bit of a breather. I never saw her but was hoping against all hope that I just missed her in a pack somewhere or while I was grabbing water at an aid station. PLEASE LET HER BE ABLE TO CONTINUE!
I got into T2 and didn't even think of my time on the bike or how long I spent in transition...I just wanted to change shoes, grab my hat, and get on the run to find out what I could about Kris. Because of this, I don't remember much of T2.
I ran out onto the run course and pretty much immediately saw my family. They were all excited and cheering for me! Instead of saying "Hi!" or "I love you!" or something, I yelled "Where's Kris???" figuring they might know if she was still in the race or not. They didn't know - Patrick said "Behind you somewhere." But somehow I was still worried... Shortly up the road, around the first water stop, I saw the Iron Whiners gang. I think I asked Aixa about Kris, but I didn't get anything out of her. (Afterward, she said they weren't going to tell us during the race so we didn't worry.) It was great to see family and friends right off the bat! The first hour of the run went pretty well. Then I saw Dawn on the back side of the course. I asked her about Kris but she didn't want to tell me anything either. I told her that I saw Kris on the side of the road and needed to know if she was ok. I stopped to walk a bit so Dawn could tell me. Dawn said she was ok but out of the race. I cried a bit because I knew that Kris wanted this so bad! Dawn said to stop crying and focus, I needed to do this for Kris. Kris told Dawn to tell me to take all her energy and use it to crush this thing. I said that I would do this for both of us. Dawn and I had started running a bit during this conversation, so I kept going. I had to do this, and do it well!
My goal going in was to not walk unless my leg made me. Well, outside of the walk with Dawn, I didn't walk at all the first lap. The second lap was not as great. My leg was starting to hurt pretty bad, so I decided to give it a break during water stops and walk those. I had slowed down quite a bit from the start of the first lap so I thought if I could just walk the water stops, I'd be able to speed up a bit the rest of the time. Well, that didn't work. That lap was really my only low point during the whole race. I really just wanted to be done! Even the times where I was worried about Kris weren't this hard. At this point, I had more pressure to finish and I wasn't sure if I'd be able to do it as well as I wanted - and that was brutal! Nutritionally, I was fine (taking in Gu and Perform when I should) and I never needed or wanted Coke or chicken soup. It was all just my stupid leg.
The third lap started out just as hard but I made a decision about mile 21...no more walking water stops. It felt fine to walk, but it hurt so much worse to start back up. At that point, I was going pretty slowly but I just had to keep going. About mile 23.5, I came up behind my "arch-enemy" going into a water stop. She stopped to walk through the stop. I had already made my decision not to walk anymore and this just reinforced it. Maybe I could beat her after all (she had passed my on the last lap of the bike, but I was so worried about Kris I didn't care that much)! I just had to keep running and I was almost there!! Just after mile 24, the second toe on my right foot started to hurt...I thought for sure I had a giant blister that had just popped. I was expecting to see a giant patch of blood when I finally got to take my shoes off. I couldn't (and wouldn't) stop to check it out, so I just kept on. Under the stinky bridge, over the river, pass all the tents, and I'm almost home. Just before the turn to the finish line, I saw a bright pink long sleeve shirt and a hand sticking out and there was Kris!! She came back (bandages and all) to cheer us on! She was such a welcome sight! I didn't know how much I needed that until I saw her...she really was ok.
My brother was standing there just after the turn and ran along side of me for a bit toward the chute. I actually picked up my pace a little there (not much left in the tank, certainly no next gear). I heard Patrick yelling my name and then my dad yelling my name and then Mike Reilly...The energy was so crazy! I was finally there. There was no jump in the air, no rolling on the ground. Just me crying with my arms weakly in the air. I did it! I have no idea what Mike Reilly said other than my name, but that's ok. I have no idea what music was playing when I crossed that line, but that's ok. The feeling I had when I crossed that line was what I remember. I was proud, humbled, amazed, sad, and happy all at the same time. Oh yeah, and tired. :)
Thank you to everyone who supported me throughout the year and on this long day! I couldn't have done it without you. It was a crazy journey, but it was so very worth it. Thank you and I love you!!
Swim 1:16:03
T1 9:14
Bike 6:00:58
T2 2:36
Run 4:48:33
Total 12:17:24
After a long drive on Thursday, there was so much to do once we got to Tempe. All the traditional athlete, gear bag, and bike check-in stuff, in addition to spending time with my family. With me, there were 9 of us, so trying to figure out where to go for dinner that wouldn't be packed was tough. Instead of going out, pre-race dinner was pizza in the hotel lobby! That works for me because almost all of my pre-race dinners have become pizza. After dinner, I got my special needs bags together and laid down to sleep. I was surprised that I was actually able to sleep! I did wake up a couple of times, but I think I got some really good sleep overall.
Raceday!! At breakfast, I broke the cardinal rule...I tried something new. I had a bowl of Fruit Loops. After listening to Jordan Rapp talk on Thursday night about how much he has for breakfast before a race, I thought I better beef up my breakfast. I still had my normal gatorade and Clif bar later, but I figured the cereal would help but not cause any tummy troubles (I was right!).
We got to transition and did all the normal things without anything crazy happening. Everything went so smoothly! We got to kiss our families and hug our friends before the race. It was awesome knowing that they'd be there all day cheering us on! Kris, Orissa, and I made our way over to the mass of green and pink swim caps and realized we hadn't seen Herb. We were all so disappointed but knew there was little chance that we'd find him among all those wetsuits. All 3 of us were giddy and nervous and excited...we were about to jump in the water to start our very first Ironman!
After jumping in and swimming to the right, we lined up in the middle, toward the front. Dawn said first 3-5 rows, but I think we were just slightly behind that. We were treading water just waiting out our 10 minutes when we heard Herb! We all rushed over and mobbed him - hugs all around. Music was playing, we were chatting, and then the national anthem. Kris and I grabbed one last hug and tried not to cry in our goggles. Then the cannon suddenly went off! I was expecting a countdown, but nope. Just a loud blast and then thousands of arms swinging.
Dawn said to expect the washing machine for a few minutes but that a train forms pretty quickly. I kept thinking, it's only 5 minutes of crazy, then I'll be able to find some feet to draft off of. It never seemed to clear up! I got smacked in the back of the head a few times and sometimes had to stop because people squeezed me between them (there didn't seem to be any good sighting where I was). People were grabbing my legs and feet and pushing my legs down. I figured I could make up any lost time when I found feet or clear water so I just let those people pass...20 minutes in and I was still searching for those feet or clear water! Sometime between then and the first turn buoy (at about 30 minutes in), I found some clean water. The way back to the dock was pretty uneventful. Mostly clean water (which I prefer over drafting). As I neared the bridge and dock, I thought I could hit 1:10. Apparently, my perception was off and I had further to go than I thought or I slowed down. I hit the mat at 1:16:03. I knew I missed 1:10 and was closer to 1:15 but didn't know the exact time. Wetsuit stripped and a run/walk to T1 and it's time to change!
I took longer in T1 than it felt like. I felt like I was booking it through putting on my wings, gloves, socks and shoes, but it ended up being over 9 minutes! I looked up at one point and saw Kris, so I got excited! Maybe we could do this whole thing together and cross the line together!! I jogged out to my bike and then the mount line. Pass the mount line, swing a leg over, put in the foot...I know now that my family and friends were all right there watching me but I can't remember if I heard them at the time. I was so focused on not getting knocked over in all that crazy!
The bike course was fairly crowded, but it didn't seem too bad. I remembered what Dawn said and waited until I passed the blue building before I tried to drink anything. After a quick drink, I settled in to ride. I knew Kris was up ahead a bit so I wanted to see if I could catch her. Maybe we could do some leap-frogging. I eventually caught her but quickly realized that leap-frogging would be tough. The course was getting crowded and there were packs going by! We did do a couple of leap frogs on the first two laps but not many. I was ahead of Kris a bit on the end of the second lap and I couldn't wait to wave at her on the start of our third lap and yell "Smash it time!" or something else ridiculous...but I couldn't find her. I thought that I must have missed her on the way back out because of the trees in the median in town. When I got to the open road, I knew I had because there was no way she was that far behind me...she was just there! All the sudden, I came to a crash and moved over out of the way. As I passed, I saw a pink Rudy helmet and caught a flash of an orange jersey and white angel wings...IT WAS KRIS! I looked back to see if I could turn around but there were too many people by me. I freaked out because I didn't see enough to know if she was ok and could continue. The whole way up to the turnaround on Beeline, I was thinking about when I could see Kris if she got to continue (doing math on the bike made that lap fly by). I figured if she crashed on the way to the turnaround, she probably had 15 min to get there, plus whatever time she sat on the side of the road. So I started looking at 15, hoping that it was a quick stop and she just needed a bit of a breather. I never saw her but was hoping against all hope that I just missed her in a pack somewhere or while I was grabbing water at an aid station. PLEASE LET HER BE ABLE TO CONTINUE!
I got into T2 and didn't even think of my time on the bike or how long I spent in transition...I just wanted to change shoes, grab my hat, and get on the run to find out what I could about Kris. Because of this, I don't remember much of T2.
I ran out onto the run course and pretty much immediately saw my family. They were all excited and cheering for me! Instead of saying "Hi!" or "I love you!" or something, I yelled "Where's Kris???" figuring they might know if she was still in the race or not. They didn't know - Patrick said "Behind you somewhere." But somehow I was still worried... Shortly up the road, around the first water stop, I saw the Iron Whiners gang. I think I asked Aixa about Kris, but I didn't get anything out of her. (Afterward, she said they weren't going to tell us during the race so we didn't worry.) It was great to see family and friends right off the bat! The first hour of the run went pretty well. Then I saw Dawn on the back side of the course. I asked her about Kris but she didn't want to tell me anything either. I told her that I saw Kris on the side of the road and needed to know if she was ok. I stopped to walk a bit so Dawn could tell me. Dawn said she was ok but out of the race. I cried a bit because I knew that Kris wanted this so bad! Dawn said to stop crying and focus, I needed to do this for Kris. Kris told Dawn to tell me to take all her energy and use it to crush this thing. I said that I would do this for both of us. Dawn and I had started running a bit during this conversation, so I kept going. I had to do this, and do it well!
My goal going in was to not walk unless my leg made me. Well, outside of the walk with Dawn, I didn't walk at all the first lap. The second lap was not as great. My leg was starting to hurt pretty bad, so I decided to give it a break during water stops and walk those. I had slowed down quite a bit from the start of the first lap so I thought if I could just walk the water stops, I'd be able to speed up a bit the rest of the time. Well, that didn't work. That lap was really my only low point during the whole race. I really just wanted to be done! Even the times where I was worried about Kris weren't this hard. At this point, I had more pressure to finish and I wasn't sure if I'd be able to do it as well as I wanted - and that was brutal! Nutritionally, I was fine (taking in Gu and Perform when I should) and I never needed or wanted Coke or chicken soup. It was all just my stupid leg.
The third lap started out just as hard but I made a decision about mile 21...no more walking water stops. It felt fine to walk, but it hurt so much worse to start back up. At that point, I was going pretty slowly but I just had to keep going. About mile 23.5, I came up behind my "arch-enemy" going into a water stop. She stopped to walk through the stop. I had already made my decision not to walk anymore and this just reinforced it. Maybe I could beat her after all (she had passed my on the last lap of the bike, but I was so worried about Kris I didn't care that much)! I just had to keep running and I was almost there!! Just after mile 24, the second toe on my right foot started to hurt...I thought for sure I had a giant blister that had just popped. I was expecting to see a giant patch of blood when I finally got to take my shoes off. I couldn't (and wouldn't) stop to check it out, so I just kept on. Under the stinky bridge, over the river, pass all the tents, and I'm almost home. Just before the turn to the finish line, I saw a bright pink long sleeve shirt and a hand sticking out and there was Kris!! She came back (bandages and all) to cheer us on! She was such a welcome sight! I didn't know how much I needed that until I saw her...she really was ok.
My brother was standing there just after the turn and ran along side of me for a bit toward the chute. I actually picked up my pace a little there (not much left in the tank, certainly no next gear). I heard Patrick yelling my name and then my dad yelling my name and then Mike Reilly...The energy was so crazy! I was finally there. There was no jump in the air, no rolling on the ground. Just me crying with my arms weakly in the air. I did it! I have no idea what Mike Reilly said other than my name, but that's ok. I have no idea what music was playing when I crossed that line, but that's ok. The feeling I had when I crossed that line was what I remember. I was proud, humbled, amazed, sad, and happy all at the same time. Oh yeah, and tired. :)
Thank you to everyone who supported me throughout the year and on this long day! I couldn't have done it without you. It was a crazy journey, but it was so very worth it. Thank you and I love you!!
Swim 1:16:03
T1 9:14
Bike 6:00:58
T2 2:36
Run 4:48:33
Total 12:17:24
Friday, February 17, 2012
We are fishes!
Never would've guessed it...I am really enjoying masters swims. I'm not a fan of the 5 am start time, but the class is totally worth it. I feel like I've gained both technique and speed. I've still got much more to learn and practice, but I feel like I'm getting into the groove. I think that when we finally get to race we will all be strong and fast. Aixa, Kris and I are turning into fishes!!
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Getting back into it
Today was supposed to include a 2-hour steady ride to Castroville. Unfortunately, the weather decided not to cooperate. It rained buckets last night and left huge puddles and the threat of more rain. To be safe, we decided that the trainer was our smartest option. I was not happy.
I'd much rather be on the road, pedaling somewhere, instead of on my porch just going nowhere. I have much less time to think about how much pain I'm in when I'm on the road. Today was no exception. I struggled at first, my legs just couldn't go above 12-13 mph. After 30 min or so, they loosened up but still nothing like I feel out on the road.
Today there was an added set of thoughts...all about swimming. "I wish I were swimming right now" kept going through my head. If you'll recall, my previous post was about how I've been struggling with swimming. I guess about 2 weeks ago, the switch flipped and I'm really enjoying swimming again. I'm finally getting back into it!! Hooray!!!
I'd much rather be on the road, pedaling somewhere, instead of on my porch just going nowhere. I have much less time to think about how much pain I'm in when I'm on the road. Today was no exception. I struggled at first, my legs just couldn't go above 12-13 mph. After 30 min or so, they loosened up but still nothing like I feel out on the road.
Today there was an added set of thoughts...all about swimming. "I wish I were swimming right now" kept going through my head. If you'll recall, my previous post was about how I've been struggling with swimming. I guess about 2 weeks ago, the switch flipped and I'm really enjoying swimming again. I'm finally getting back into it!! Hooray!!!
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