2009 Blog Archive
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Taking the long way around to get to Australia
I left on Monday morning for Australia and finally arrived Wednesday night- 47 hours, 6 movies, 2 books and endless Gluten Free meals consisting of chicken and various forms of potatoes- later. And I couldn’t even tell if the toilets where flushing the wrong way! They just flushed differently.
My flight from LAX took me to Dubai where I had a 7-hour layover in the middle of the night. It was a huge airport with nothing going on. Luckily the airline provided a restaurant for travelers with long layovers. That killed about 20 minutes. I tried to sleep but it was too light and uncomfortable. Then for about 45 minutes the power went out making it perfect for sleeping except that a generator came on and buzzed until the power came back on. So, I mostly just sat and read until my last flight took off. That was a 10 hour flight, 5 hours shorter than the one previous, so it just flew by.
My homestay, Neil, picked me up at the airport. He just laughed when I tried to get into the drivers side of his car. Nobody mentioned that they drive on the wrong side of the road ‘down under.’ I was glad I hadn’t rented a car.
Neil is an enthusiastic triathlete who was quick with a joke and always ready to do any of my workouts with me. I really appreciated all his help and encouragement. He took me on a run from his house that night. It didn’t feel nearly as bad as I expected after sitting for so long. It was nice to stretch my legs a little and check out the ocean as we ran along the path following the beach.
I met up with some of the other US Athletes and we swam the course. I was disappointed to see that there were metal stairs coming out of the water. I decided to take my time this time; I didn’t need any more staples in my knees. The water in the river was brown with silt and too warm for a wetsuit. In the end it cooled down for race day and I was glad I had a wetsuit on.
I arrived in Perth earlier than I normally do for a race so I had a little longer to adjust and to sightsee. My sleep pattern never really did adjust, I couldn’t stay awake at night and couldn’t sleep past 4am. I seemed to be stuck on some other time zone but it wasn’t Spokane’s or Perth’s.
One morning Neil and I met with a couple of his friends at the beach to do an ocean swim. I was excited to swim in the beautiful blue waters of the Indian Ocean. There was a reef under us as we swam and I watched fish swim in and out of the coral. That was until I started to get stung by jellyfish. It seemed like we hit a wall of jellyfish. “Don’t worry, they only sting for a minute,” they said, but the stinging continued and we turned back early. By the time I got out of the water my face was swollen and I had red lines from the tentacles across my face. I looked like I’d been in a fight. I hoped this would have an intimidation factor in the race. It took two days but the swelling finally went down and then I just had a few scabs crossing my face. Ironically, my friend Susanne warned me about the jellyfish in the Swan River before I left, she had the same thing happen to her.
Later that day with my head feeling like it was on fire, Ben, another US athlete, and I went on a ride around Perth and Fremantle, getting lost frequently and hitting rush hour traffic while trying to remember to stay left. After surviving the ride we headed out to Caversham Wildlife Park. Thanks to my keen map reading skills, we arrived in just over an hour after getting a nice tour of the edge of the outback. We saw many different parrots and bats and even a Tasmanian Devil. We got to pet koalas and feed kangaroos. Thanks to better signage for Perth on the return trip it only took us 35 minutes to get back, but it wasn’t nearly as scenic.
In the days leading up to the race, it seemed like I felt a little bit worse on each of my workouts. I don’t know if I wasn’t getting the travel out of my legs or I was struggling with jetleg. I just told myself I’d be ready on race day and hoped for the best.
Race Day Nutrition in a new country
Prior to leaving for Australia, I had many warnings about the difficulty of bringing food into the country. I decided to pack a couple of Paydays and drink mix for the race and hope they made it through customs. I figured I could by gels when I arrived. It wasn’t a problem to bring my food and drink in with me, I probably could have brought gels too, instead I spent $30 on eight gels in a flavor I don’t like. But at least I would have them for the race. Mysteriously, only one of my Paydays made it to Australia. They didn’t take it in customs so some hungry bag searcher at LAX must have eaten it. Normally this would just be an inconvenience, but since they don’t sell Paydays in Australia it became a problem. I resigned myself to eating one of every candy bar Australia had to offered the night before the race to find the perfect race day nutrition. I finally found a cashew-honey bar that seemed similar but I couldn’t compare nutritional value since it was in grams and kCals. Once the candy bar issue was resolved I was packed and ready for the race.
ITU Long Course World Championships
On race morning I woke to the same howling wind that I’d struggled to ride and run through the day before. It sounded like I could hear the crashing waves from my bedroom but we where a mile from the beach. We loaded up my gear and Neil dropped me off at the transition area and after a bike warm-up, transition set up, body marking and a swim I was ready to go.
We lined up for the deep water start as the waves crashed over us. The gun shot cut through the sound of the wind and we were off. But it didn’t feel like we were going anywhere. We swam the first half of the race, 1500 meters, into crashing waves. Sighting was impossible because of the waves hitting my face. I just hoped I was following someone that was headed in the right direction. The only confirmation was when we passed a buoy every few minutes. Finally, we rounded the last buoy and headed back to the start. The waves helped pushed us towards the exit, a nice way to finish the second half of a long swim. My goggles leaked because of the waves crashing into my face. I had to stop and fix them a couple of times, losing a body length each time. I exited the water, conservatively testing each step while I held the rail in my left hand, in 7th place, a half minute behind a couple of swimmers.
I jumped on my bike and cruised to the first turnaround at over 30mph and then turned into the head wind. I watched my pace and tried to keep my speed up, telling myself it was like climbing a long hill. The bike course was two out and backs that brought you back to transition, you made four laps. After the first lap there were lots of age groupers entering the bike course. This made for lots of passing and being passed. I stayed focused because there was always someone to try to pass. By the third lap my legs where really screaming at me. I wondered if I was going too hard. But I tried to keep my pace the same and kept looking forward to and preparing mentally for the run. Two cyclists passed me and I hoped to catch them again once we started the run.
I stumbled along on numb feet as I entered transition. Once I put my shoes on I felt much better and took off along the long path out of transition leading to the run course. I thought I would average about 20 minutes per 5k lap. My first lap was right on target. But as I started to feel the heat increase I felt my energy decrease. I had a gel in my hand that I intended to eat after the first lap. But I was so thirsty all I could think about was water, I didn’t know how I would even swallow a gel. I dumped as much water over my head as I could and downed as much as possible at each water station. I had never drunk so much water during a race and it didn’t even seem to be making a difference. As I passed the US coach on the second lap he asked if I’d had any electrolytes. I shook my head ‘no,’ and decided I better at the next station. I don’t usually try new sports drinks during a race, not knowing what they will do to my stomach. But I was fading fast and I figured the result of a sports drink wouldn’t be much worse then running out of energy half way through the run. I tried a little and I did feel better. After that I had some at each station. I was able to think more clearly but I still couldn’t keep my pace up. I tried surging but nothing happened. By the end walking seemed really tempting. I was negotiating with myself, ‘make it to the next corner, THEN you can walk.” I never did walk but by the end wondered if my walk pace would have varied much from my run pace. I finished in 4:47 in 17th place. I was really happy to be done. Then I remembered I had a 3 hour ride to do the next day. Ouch.
I keep going over the race in my head, wondering what went wrong on the run. I don’t think I went out too fast. My legs were cramping some on the first lap so I was being conservative to give them a chance to relax. Maybe I wasn’t over my jetleg, I never did get a good night’s sleep. Maybe I just wasn’t ready for the conditions, 85 and humid is nothing like fall weather in Spokane. Whatever it was, it makes me want to go back next year and do it better. In the mean time I’ll keep training for Clearwater in November and try to find ways to prepare myself for similar weather condition.
Time to be a tourist
Neil and I were up early on Monday morning to get a three hour ride in before he had to get to work. He took me around Perth, along the ocean, around the river and up a few hills. It was a good mix of terrain and sights and he was patient with my legs that just weren’t working all that well. Once workouts where over I went to King’s Park where they have a beautiful botanical garden and lots of nature trails. I walked along the trails and learned about a lot of native Australian plants. I then took the bus around Perth and checked some of the different areas of the city.
On Tuesday we headed out again for one more ride. This time we drove to the hills and road through a national park with deep forests, orchards and vineyards. It was a great ride with few cars and lots of great views. Afterwards we had hot chocolate and they serve it with little marshmallows on the side, just like when camping.
I had a great time in Australia. The race was a good learning experience, trying to determine how my body would take a new distance and a time zone many hours different from my own. I met a lot of fun people and have some great memories to carry me through winter training.
Next up is Clearwater in about three weeks. Pete is going with me, I’m excited to have a travel companion, especially Pete. We will stay a few extra days and drive down to the Keys since the season will be over.
Monday, October 5, 2009
With the sudden onset of fall weather in Spokane I was excited to head to California for a race in warm weather. The race was Tinley’s Triathlon near San Luis Obispo. In the past it’s been an Olympic distance race but this year it was termed ‘long course’ and consisted of a 1.5-mile swim, 48.8-mile bike and 9.3-mile run.
While it was a mild 55-degrees when I left San Luis Obispo for the race on Saturday morning, the temperatures where lagging a bit behind out at Lopez Lake where the race started. It was only 35-degrees. I set up my transition area by the light of the full moon and my headlamp then attempted a bike warm up. But it was too cold and I couldn’t stop shaking. So I ended up waiting in the car until the pre-race meeting.
After standing around before the race the 62-degree water felt so warm when we dove in. I kept thinking how nice it was and that I didn’t want to get out. The men and women pro race started together. We all had the same color caps on so it was hard to tell who was in my race. In the end I exited the water with Alexis Smith, the same athlete I’ve exited the water with in most races this season. She was in first and I was right on her feet. I passed her as we entered transition area and then couldn’t find my bike. The rack suddenly looked different than I’d remembered it when I left. Apparently, someone showed up late and stuck there bike next to mine and dumped half of their wardrobe there as well. There was even a balloon marking his place. In the wind it had wrapped around my bike seat and handlebars. I ripped it off and took off.
Out on the bike course, the nights heavy fog had yet to lift and I froze for the first 45-minutes until the sun finally broke through. Alexis and I passed back and forth a couple of times and then she pulled away. I didn’t see anyone else for an hour and started to wonder if I was even on the course. Luckily I came to the turn around about the time I was really starting to get worried. The course had more hills than I remembered from last time I’d raced it. It was a challenging course but a beautiful setting. I came off the bike in second, probably too far behind Alexis to catcher over the course of 9 miles. But I was also 10 minutes ahead of the person behind me, so I was pretty safe in 2nd place.
The run is equally as challenging as the bike course with rolling hills and a long climb on each of the three laps. I ran a lap the day before the race and visualized feeling strong on the hills. I continued to think about this as I was nearing the end of the bike. By the time I was on the run I was looking forward to flying up the hills and then gliding down. I felt really strong for the entire run and was able to build into the final lap. I finished in 2nd place, about 8 minutes behind Alexis and 20 minutes ahead of the next finisher.
My next race is the Long Course World Championships in Perth, Australia at the end of October. It will be double Olympic distance. Tinley’s Triathlon was a great race to do going into Worlds because it’s distances were similar and gave me an idea of how I would handle the race. I’m leaving on the 19th for Australia and I’m looking forward to a fun race and a chance to visit Australia.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Pacific Grove, CA
Kelp is wrapped around my left shoulder. I twist my hips and shoulders, pull through with my right arm, trying to swim out of it. Just as I think I’m free, more kelp grabs onto the timing chip on my ankle. I kick harder, shaking my leg and convulsing all while swimming in place, anything to get it off.
This is just a typical swim when doing the ‘kelp crawl’ in the Triathlon at Pacific Grove. I was in Monterey a week ago for the race and had a great time. The water was only 52 degrees, much colder than last year, and just to make the swim more interesting, there was surf this year. My race started at Noon and the surf was minimal but the age groupers where swimming through 9-foot swells.
After struggling through the kelp in the freezing cold water I exited the water in 6th place with a few other women. We ran the long path to transition together. My wetsuit came off quickly but my hands where too cold to tell if I was clipping my helmet or not. I wasn’t. It wouldn’t snap. Finally I got it on and grabbed my bike. Even at Noon, a thick fog hung over the area. My bike was covered in dew and very slippery. As I grabbed my bike it slipped out of my hands, falling to the ground, and my water bottles scattered across the transition area. I grabbed them and ran off with my bike. I didn’t realize my sunglasses fell off of my bike too. This ended up being a good thing, it would have been too foggy to see out of them anyway.
By the time I gathered my bottles and mounted my bike I was a couple blocks behind the group I exited the water with. I put my head down and started to chase them. My feet were still on top of my shoes but I didn’t want to take the time to put them in my shoes. I rode that way for half of the first lap. Finally I caught up to one rider who had lost the pack. I was able to sling shot off of her and get some momentum to catch the rest of the pack. When I was safely drafting I put my shoes on and started to help pull through with the rest of the pack.
The bike course follows the coast with great views of the ocean but no time to look at them. Gently rolling and turning in and out of the wind, the course is deceivingly difficult. At first the hills are hardly recognizable as hills but with a strong headwind they are harder than expected. I stayed with the pack for the first 3 laps. But at the end of the third I fell off the back and couldn’t catch them again so I rode the last lap alone.
I came off the bike about a minute behind the group I had been riding with. The person behind me was two minutes back. I was pretty safe, I could have stayed there and finished in 5th place without having to push too much on the run. But I had to know if I could catch someone from the bike pack I’d been with. So I took off. After the first lap I could see that I was gaining on one runner. I saw my friend John as he was finishing and I was starting my second lap. He encouraged me, reminding me to keep my cadence up and telling me I could catch her. This really kept me going. I picked up my pace and passed her after a few minutes. Third place was still pretty far ahead. I tried to catch her, watching at each turnaround to see if I was getting any closer. For a couple of turns I thought I might be gaining on her. But on the last lap I think she saw the person ahead of her and tried to catch her. She sped up and I couldn’t see her anymore.
I finished in 4th, moving up one spot on the bike and the run. It might have been a different race if I’d been able to feel my hands. But I had toe warmers on my bike so I could feel my feet the whole time. Others said they couldn’t feel there feet until the end of the run, so maybe that would have changed the race in the other direction. Who knows, you can’t really look back and wonder. But I can be glad I pushed the run, challenging myself to go out hard and hold on even when it would have been less painful if I’d just settled for 5th.
I have a busy month coming up. In two weeks I’m going to California for Tinley’s Triathlon. Then at the end of the month I’m going to Perth, Australia for Long Course World Championships. I’m exited for both of these races. They are distances I’ve never raced before. Long Course Worlds is twice an Olympic distance and Tinley’s is close to that but the swim and run aren’t quite doubled.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Finally, a race after five weeks of injury, recovery and rebuilding. I was excited to race as Pete and I drove up to Kelowna, BC for Canadian Nationals. The field would be tough with the Canadian Olympians there as well as many strong new triathletes.
In the past, my parents have come to this race and we have stayed together in a hotel. I knew I would really feel the absence of my dad this year so I didn’t want to stay in a hotel that would further remind me that he was missing. We found a nice little campground in an orchard. I was hoping we’d be sleeping among peach trees so I could roll out of bed and have my fill of peaches for breakfast but there were only unripe apples. Oh well, probably better for the digestive system on race day anyway. Rolling out of bed didn’t really happen either. It was much less graceful since I was as stiff as a board after a couple of nights on a Thermarest. Maybe there’s a reason for a bed the night before a race.
Race day temperature was great. It was 90 degrees the day before but only reached 75 degrees for the race. The water was cold but still .7 degrees too warm for wetsuits. This was good because I didn’t have a wetsuit with me since it was being repaired after my last race.
I felt good on the swim. My catch felt strong and my body position was high in the water. I stayed with the lead pack for a couple minutes but they pulled away at the first buoy. I tucked in behind the leader of the chase pack where I could get a draft. We took turns leading the pack for the rest of the swim. I came out 8th and started running up the beach, across the cobblestone, over the bridge and down the sidewalk to transition. I didn’t have the speed I usually have on the run. I usually have a goal to pass at least one person going into transition. This time I was getting passed. Luckily I was quick to get my helmet on and grab my bike. We left transition in a pack of five.
The bike course gives you about three blocks to get your shoes on and catch your breath. Then it’s straight up a steep hill. I stayed with the pack but could really feel the hill in my quads. I told myself to give my legs a chance to get used to being on the bike and next time the hill would feel better, and hopefully for the four times after that. The course was pretty short since we were doing it six times. Once we made it up the hill it was a gradual decent for a mile and then we turned into the wind and headed back to the start of the lap. The pack caught and dropped riders throughout the race but in the end we entered transition in a pack of eight with six racers ahead of us.
I left transition in the pack again with my quads and gluts screaming. The hill had taken its toll. Normally I would be able to pass a couple people coming out of transition and then settle into my pace. On this day I had to give my legs a few minutes to get comfortable, they just couldn’t sprint. The course had changed from last year and it was a shorter course with an extra lap. I thought it was still the old course and that I had just forgotten that we had done four laps before. It was a nice surprise to turn around early. This helped mentally, knowing the laps where shorter than I expected. I passed one runner on the second lap when I was able to pick up my pace. There was someone not far behind me for the first three laps. I tried surging but could never loose her. She passed me at the start of the forth lap. I stayed with her for a little while but she pulled away. I finished 11th, which wasn’t great what I had hoped for but given the competition and where I’d come from in the last month I was happy with it.
I have a few more weeks to work on my speed and then I’m headed to Monterrey for the Triathlon at Pacific Grove. Thanks for reading and thanks for your support.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Treasure Island: Off to a Good Start…
My swim at Treasure Island in San Francisco a couple of weeks ago went well. I was with the lead pack for the first lap of the swim. On the first half of the second lap I started to fall back a little but by the end had made up some time. I was coming out of the water about 20 seconds behind the leaders. With a fast transition and some work on the bike I could catch the pack, at least that was the plan.
I raced up the first two stairs then suddenly stubbed my toe on the third, landing on my shin on the fourth. I kept running, telling myself it wouldn’t hurt once I got on the bike. But I was having trouble running, the best I could do was limp.
I pulled my wetsuit off and looked down at my leg. This is where everyone says, “You must have been cursing,” but I was too stunned to say much of anything. I just moaned when I looked down and saw the white lines of tendons running through the gaping hole in my leg.
A race official calmly walked me to the emergency tent. So calmly, in fact, that I thought I must just be over reacting and maybe I should go back to my bike. Now I cringe when I think of the damage that might have done.
From there my mom and I aimlessly drove through Oakland looking for the hospital. We figured it was lucky I just had a cut on my leg and wasn’t mid-heart attach since there were no signs for the hospital and Lillith the distraught GPS system couldn’t locate one either.
Once we found it and passed through the metal detector to the waiting room we waited, and waited for 3 hours. Then the doctor numbed my leg and put eight staples in my shin to close it up. The good thing about having already been bitten by a dog this year was that I didn’t have to have a tetanus shot because I’d already done that. The doctor told me I couldn’t bike, run or get my leg wet until the staples came out in 10-14 DAYS!
I wasn’t sure how I was going to keep myself busy for that long without any workouts. But this morning as I sat on the deck, eating huckleberry pancakes and doing a crossword, I realized a little break wasn’t too bad. It went pretty quickly actually. I read a lot of books, caught a cold (always multitasking, even with ailments), cooked (but wasn’t hungry enough to eat everything I made),and went camping (but couldn’t do anything so I just read more books). And now, if everything has healed correctly I will get my staples out, then I’m going swimming!
Sunday, June 14, 2009
This weekend was the Boise 70.3. In comparing it to Wildflower, my last half Ironman, I’d say there were some improvements and some things that didn’t go as well. The positives where: a much shorter drive, no rain the day before, sleeping in, no porta-potty stops on the run and a higher finish. The negatives where: thunder, lightning and a month’s worth of rain on race day, a ripped wetsuit, and a water logged Garmin that won’t turn on anymore. It’s a good thing there was some prize money to cover my equipment failures.
Before the race my goal was to get a good swim warm up in. An achievable goal you might think, but after all that waiting for the race the last 30 minutes always slips away. This time I was going to do it. I hurried down to the water and dove right in. Reaching the 4th buoy, I rounded it and headed back to shore. As I did I could hear, “please clear the water,” come across the loud speaker. I didn’t know what time it was and I knew it would take me a few minutes to reach shore. I started swimming hard. As I made it back to the first buoy and headed for the docks I realized there was a head wind and I wasn’t going anywhere. Starting to panic, I put my head down and pulled harder. I lifted my head and almost ran into a kayak. Then the water cleared from my ears and I realized I’d swum right into the flag ceremony and National Anthem. I treaded water and listened to the rest of the song then slipped past the kayakers as the first wave was entering the water. It wasn’t a long warm up but it definitely elevated my heart rate.
A cannon signaled the start and we were off. After several strokes I looked around and saw one women a couple body lengths ahead and one even with me on my right. I cut to my right and got on the feet of the woman next to me. We stayed together for the rest of the swim. The third leg of the swim is when the wind came up and the swells started to throw water over my head. Once I adjusted my breathing to avoid the swells it wasn’t too bad until we made the next turn and had that head wind again. This slowed us down and but I still came out in a good position, on the heels of the second woman.
The wind was really strong as we descended from the dam on our bikes. I had to get into my drops and really hug my top tube with my legs to stay in control. Once I hit the flats the wind was at my back and I was going over 30mph. The first 10 miles took only 20 minutes. Too bad the course didn’t go that direction for the full 56 miles; I could have had a sub two-hour bike split. But then the rain started, the hills came and I turned into the wind. Oh well, it was while it lasted. This year I held off more competitors and for longer than last year. Even with the giant raindrops and puddles I was having a good time and really pushing myself. At Wildflower I had trouble getting going on the bike, this time I felt really focused and ready to work hard. The bike course flew by and before I knew it I was making the final turn and beginning the gradual 6-mile decent into Boise. At this point I could no longer see through the rain and the mud on my glasses so it was nice to know I wasn’t going to make any more turns. I finished the bike in 2:33, 11 minutes faster than last year and in 8th place.
I did my usual hobble off the bike to my place on the rack and threw off my muddy glasses so I could see again. Once my shoes were on, my feet felt much better and I was able to run normal again. My shoes felt slippery on the asphalt trail and it took me about a mile to feel comfortable with my stride. By then the trail had turned to concrete wasn’t as slippery. After all the rain on the bike my watch wasn’t really working. Occasionally I could see an overall time so I tried to keep track of my pace at the mile markers but the times weren’t always visible. At that point I started going by feel and surging when I felt like my pace had slowed.
The run course was two laps. As I was nearing the end of my first lap the male leader passed me. At the final turn onto the road to the finish line and turn for the second lap the second place male passed me. He was a block behind the leader and had three blocks to catch him. He took off in a sprint. Forgetting my race I swerved around people to see the finish. Craig Alexander passed Chris Lieto and beat him by two seconds. When they both collapsed on the ground I remembered my race and looked up to see that there was a women just a few steps ahead of me. I passed her, moving into 7th place and feeling better on the start of my second lap than I had on my first.
At mile nine a woman wearing orange passed me. I tried to stay with her for a little while but had to let her go and stay on my own pace. After a mile I thought I saw her ahead of me again. At the turn around, with two miles to go, I passed the orange runner. It was actually a different runner in the same suit but either way it moved me back into 7th place. I finished feeling tired but satisfied with my effort and really ready for a shower and some dry clothes. I qualified for Clearwater and signed up so now it might be time to break down and get a tri bike or at least a “pointy helmet,” as Cathy says.
Spokane was well represented, of the group I traveled with, Troy placed 5th and qualified for Clearwater, Cathy finished her first half Ironman in 5th place, Phil had a PR of 21 minutes with white caps on the swim and Jerrod finished his first half Ironman despite the waves trying to beat him down.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Off the Sick Bed and Into the Race
After being sick all week from the river in Oklahoma City, I wasn’t sure what to expect in Austin at the Capital of Texas Triathlon. I was able to swim a little during the week and go on 30-minute bike rides, but running had not been very successful. I tried to run three days before the race and only made it about 30 seconds before I got to wobbly and had to walk. It got a little better in the next couple days, by the day before the race I made it 20 minutes. But the effort of an Olympic distance race was still in question.
I dove in with high hopes; I was ready to race. My body wasn’t as ready as my mind. I stayed with the pack for a few minutes and then my body suddenly seized up and didn’t want to move anymore. I watched everyone swim away from me and just kept trying to move forward. After a few minutes it became a little more comfortable but I couldn’t catch back up. I came out of the water in 13th thinking that I only had to pass 3 people on the bike to get in the top 10.
I felt pretty strong on the bike and I started working to catch the lone rider on the horizon. After one lap on the rough streets of Austin I caught her. We worked together and caught a pack of 3 riders. The five of us stayed together for the remainder of the ride but we were unable to catch anyone else. I entered transition with the chance of being in the top ten.
It was over 90 degrees when we hit the sunny pavement for the run. I took off and quickly passed the one runner in our pack that left transition ahead of me. I didn’t want to go out too fast in the heat but I felt pretty comfortable. A runner sped by me in the first half mile. I stayed with her for a mile but then she began to pull away. After two laps I was starting to feel dehydrated and hot. My legs didn’t have the turnover I had hoped for and remembered feeling in Oklahoma the week before. I wanted to push harder but my body wasn’t responding. I kept pouring water over myself and counting down the laps. Two more runners passed me in the last lap. I finished in 13th place. After all that work on the bike I ended up in the same position as I came out of the water. Considering the week I had I was happy with having finished.
Monday, May 18, 2009
The water in the Oklahoma River didn’t seem any more polluted when we started our race on Saturday than it had the day before. However, I guess four inches of rain water washing who-knows-what into the drainage ditch that is the Oklahoma River can cause problems.
As I write this I’m laying in bed where I have been all day trying to recover from what must be Oklahoma River Revenge. It hit me last night at 9:00 and reminded me that I swallowed way too much polluted water every 15 minutes until 6:00 this morning. After that it was less frequent, only every 30 minutes, ah what a relief. When it was all said and done and the Imodium kicked in I had lost 5 pounds, had stomach cramps, a terrible headache and my body ached from head to toe.
I went to the minor emergency where they pumped me full of two IV bags so that I could at least walk straight. I’ve been trying to eat but have only made it through half of a banana and a little rice. This must be some kind of record low for me. I’m hoping that I feel better tomorrow and can start training again since I’m doing a race in Austin in a week.
So, just a word of advice, if you go to Oklahoma City, stick to rowing on the Oklahoma River like the locals do. No wonder they looked at us like we were crazy when we said we were swimming in there.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Despite the tornado warnings and thunderstorms on Friday night, Saturday’s race day weather couldn’t have been much better. It was a little cold to start and the water was cold but it was great for the bike and run.
The start list at this PATCO Championship in Oklahoma City had 38 women on it, the most in any ITU Triathlon I’ve raced. It made for a rough swim start with lots of elbows and choking. I came out of the washing machine like conditions somewhere in the middle of the pack. I thought I was doing all right but as I started to get colder, I had trouble keeping up. As we turned into the current and the wind I was watching the lead pack pull away from my pack. It seemed like I was in there for at least 30 minutes, it ended up being 24 minutes and the fastest split was only 21 minutes, when it’s usually under 20, so the headwind and current must have slowed us down.
I stood up and started to sprint up the boat dock with the rest of my pack but then my calves started to cramp up because I was too cold. I was loosing the group but hoped to have a fast transition and stay with them on the bike.
I hobbled with my bike to the mount line and jumped on. There was a 15-foot gap between me and the rest of the pack. I told myself I wasn’t giving up until I caught them. I reached them after a couple of blocks, still riding with my feet on top of my shoes. Once I was sure I could stay with them, I got me feet in my shoes and started rotating through the pack, helping to pull. “Relax this is fun,” I kept telling myself, and after a few times I started to believe it. It was a fun course and there were several people who were dropped from the lead pack that were strung out ahead of us. In our four laps we were able to catch at least 5 of them and leave some behind. The wind was so strong and the road so rough that at times, when we hit bumps the wind would pick us up and set us down a couple of inches to one side. It was much easier to ride if you could stay with the pack and out of the wind.
I entered transition in the front of my pack and ran to my spot, racking my bike. I think I put too much Vaseline in my shoes because my hand kept slipping out when I tried to pull the shoes on. I left transition a few places back from where I entered, but still with the group.
I passed a few people from my pack early on then tried to stay with one runner who was a short distance ahead of me. The course consisted of 4 out and back laps. This made it great for seeing where the competition was and it was motivating to try catch people. I learned shortly before the race that Oklahoma is the windiest state in the nation and a town near Oklahoma City averages 20mph winds daily. The out and back laps was nice because we got a break from the wind. On the way out it was really hot but easy running. On the way back it was like running in place but the wind was refreshing. I looked forward to both directions because it meant a break in the current conditions. I broke the run down into 8 segments and it went pretty fast.
I finished 13th, passing one last person in the last quarter mile. I came out of the water somewhere around 34th, so I was happy I made up so many places on the bike and run. Last year I was 22nd at the same PATCO Championship in Mazatlan, so this was a big improvement.
Pete and I will be staying in Oklahoma City with his aunt until Wednesday then we will head down to Austin for a race there on the 25th.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Usually I can’t wait to get on a plane and read a book. The rush of packing and making sure I make my flight always leaves me exhausted and a good book is always a good remedy. This trip was different. Haley, Laura and I loaded up the car and headed out on the long drive to Wildflower on Thursday morning. I was still tired from packing but I never even picked up my book during the 17-hour drive. We listened to music and had great conversations that went way beyond race preparation and goals. It was fun to spend the weekend traveling with friends and doing a really great race.
I don’t know if it’s because of all the opportunities we have to record data while training that the race officials felt that they needed to continue this idea on the race but it didn’t prove all that successful, at least for me. My Garmin wasn’t cooperating either though, so maybe the data Gods just weren’t on my side. Before the race the officials gave each of us three timing chips, yes, three. We were supposed to put one on our running shoe and one on each ankle.
As soon as I started swimming they started to loosen. Halfway through the swim my ankles kicked together and one of the chips clung to the other and came off my ankle. This loose chip was determined to take the fastened one with it. The more the girl behind me touched my feet and hit the strap, the looser it got. Just as they were coming completely off I pulled out of the pack, twisted back and grabbed it and sprinted to get back with the group. I swam the rest of the way with it in my hand. Unfortunately I didn’t think to bend down and swipe the chip when I crossed the timing pad, so I still don’t have a swim time!
I stripped off my wetsuit, slapped on my timing chip and was off on the bike. I left transition in fourth place wondering how long I could hold onto it. The beginning of the bike course curved around the campsites with lots of fun turns and short hills. I felt like I was on a mountain bike course because of all the twisting and turning. After 10 minutes and one final long climb I was finally out of the campground and onto the open road. Everyone warned of the long climb at 40 miles. I was trying to be conservative up until then but still felt as though I wasn’t pushing hard enough. Getting passed by the triathletes who came out of the swim after me didn’t help, but I knew this was going to happen so I just tried to focus on my race. I set a goal of catching back up to at least one person on the long climb. This was a good motivator and forced me to push up the hill. I finished the bike looking forward to the run.
The logistics for the run seemed a little complicated since they had the Off Road Triathlon going on at the same time. We ran into each other a couple times in the first mile, not without a few bumps and jumps to the side, but after that our course was pretty deserted. It followed the roads of the campsite and then turned off onto a steep, curving, rocky trail. I felt good, despite a stomachache that I’d been ignoring since an hour into the bike. I passed three women in the first 6 miles and was hoping I’d see another. But then I hit mile 7 and that’s when I had to make a very expensive bathroom stop. I won’t go into the details but while I was stopped, two of the women passed me and by the time I got out of the porta-potty they were out of sight. I kept hoping I might be able to catch at least one again but the course had to many turns to see them. At mile 10 I had several different people tell me I was in the top 10. That was better than I expected and I suddenly found energy I didn’t know I had and picked up my pace. When I crested the hill at mile 12 I could finally see a girl in a pink jersey ahead of me but she was still a minute ahead of me. I’d made up 2 minutes on her but I couldn’t catch her again. I crossed the finish only to hear, “and in 11th place, Annie Warner.” That was pretty disappointing. I hadn’t expected to be in the top ten after my bathroom stop but after being told that I was, it was disappointing to hear I was 11th. If I hadn’t had to stop I would have finished 9th. The prize money went through 10th.
I’m really happy with my overall time and splits. I feel confident that my training is on track. My run felt great and I am recovering well. It’s just my placing that was disappointing. I guess it’s time to go back and look at what’s wrong with my stomach again. The positive part about having stomach problems at mile 7 is that in an Olympic distance race I would have already crossed the finish line. Hopefully that’s a good sign for the Oklahoma City race in two weeks.
Thursday, March 26, 2009 12:30:30 PM
Snow, Trainers & Basketball
Looking to the winter and a few months of riding inside always seems a little daunting, but once again, it seems to have flown by. I’m still inside on the trainer but it looks like spring might be coming.
I’ve been working on my race schedule for the upcoming season. It isn’t set in stone yet but my first race will be Wildflower. I’m excited to race this race that I’ve heard so much about and to travel with friends to the race. Halfway through the drive down there I might be wishing I had flown, but for now it seems like a fun road trip.
Lets see, I guess I should catch up on the winter since I haven’t written since my last race. SNOW is what comes to mind when I think of December. It seemed like for a few weeks we had to shovel for an hour nightly just to get into our driveway. The weekends were spent shoveling off the roofs and the rest of the driveway. I got some good core workouts and lifting sessions in that way.
January brought friends and family visits and an increase in training time. It was nice to start getting back into a consistent workout schedule. I started swimming with the “Third World Swim Team,” at the Y at lunch. They push me and help me to enjoy the workouts.
February was a time for long indoor group rides with friends and old comedies on the flat screen. The basketball schedule picked up too and Pete and I went to a lot of Gonzaga Women’s games and watched a lot of the men’s games on TV. Thanks to Haley I went to my first Men’s game too.
Somehow, it’s already March and the rain has set in. Hopefully it will pass soon and I can get outside. This Saturday I’m headed down to the Snake River Half Marathon. I’m looking forward to seeing where I am compared to last year. My long runs have been faster than last year and I’m feeling more comfortable at a tempo pace so we’ll see how it goes. This race is famous for it’s winds. You never know which way they’ll be going but they’ll be there so they play a big part in race strategy.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008 2:37:30 PM
The Final Race of the Season
A little warning before you dive into this blog entry…It’s longer than my normal entry and as I continue to write I find it to be good therapy, so it’s getting longer. Feel free to skim through or skip major chunks, I’m a half-hearted blog reader, so I understand.
This week wrapped up the 2008 race season for me. As I sat in the airport waiting to fly out it seemed fitting that it was snowing, as it had been when I left for my first race in April. Another similarity was that my dad was in the hospital again. This season has been challenging in the normal ways with hard workouts and lots of travel, but my dad’s fight with cancer has made it infinitely more difficult.
Everything had been going better than expected. My dad is tough and the chemo hardly fazed him but was taking care of the cancer. Last Monday his leg was so swollen that he went to the hospital and found out that he had fractured his hip. This sounded disastrous, we didn’t know if the bone could heel or if he could survive a major surgery.
We shouldn’t have questioned his strength. After an MRI, the doctors decided they could put a plate in to strengthen the bone and that he is strong enough for the surgery. This decision was made on Wednesday and everything had calmed down enough for me to leave on Thursday for The San Francisco Triathlon at Treasure Island.
Early in the week I wasn’t sure I would be going and I was having trouble concentrating on workouts. I told myself that if I was able to go I would be really thankful that I had the opportunity to race and that my dad was well enough that I was able to go.
As soon as I got to the airport I felt a great sense of relief, I was going to race, I wouldn’t be sitting in the hospital for a few days and best of all my dad would be back home soon. My workouts hadn’t been that great over the past week, too much on my mind, but I was ready to race. My swim had been strong over the past few weeks and I really wanted to go into the race with confidence that I could stay with the pack. I decided that I was going to swim the swim for myself to see how hard I could push my body and not be frustrated if others were faster. I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to race when I was close to missing it. I thought about what my dad has been going through and how selfless my mom is in taking care of him. The run is three laps and I decided I was going to dedicate one lap to Nancy, a friend with cancer, one lap to my mom and one to my dad.
When I started the race I felt focused and ready to enjoy the chance to race after all the hard training I’d put in.
We dove into the 56-degree water and I pulled powerfully through the water. I was pulling with the strength I knew I possessed but have had trouble utilizing when trying to sprint. This time the swim was about strength and confidence rather than desperate strokes and fast turnover. And it was working, I was inline with the lead swimmers. We approached the first buoy and I was still with the pack. I stayed with them around the buoy and for the rest of the swim, exiting the water in a pack of five swimmers with the lead three just 30 seconds ahead.
We climbed the stairs and ran across the rocky parking lot on frozen feet. I reached my bike with the pack of swimmers. Shoving my wetsuit off my waist, I stepped on the legs to get out of it. But it wouldn’t budge. My hands where too numb to pull it off. I hopped around, fumbling to get it off then fell. In hindsight, a little embarrassing but at the time I just kept fighting it. I realized it was caught on the timing chip and was able to pull them both off. I slammed my helmet on my head, grabbed my bike and took off. By then I’d lost the pack. I sprinted out onto the course but could never catch them. This was a disappointing way to start the bike after a solid swim.
Facing six laps around the course by myself seemed long. I started thinking about friends that would like the chance to race in a draft legal race, hopefully, with the pack. Conrad and Dan would have been “hammerin’ da sheee-it out of da bike.” However, Conrad would have caught the pack and Dan would have been bringing back the Speedo, which would be a cold job in San Francisco in November. I think Eve would have been happy to be doing half the distance that she was in Clearwater on the same day. Haley would have been leading the pack and Phil would have broken the ride down into 11-minute intervals. These thoughts helped me push myself and stay focused throughout the race.
I was really excited to run for the people I’d chosen to dedicate each lap to. On Nancy’s lap I passed a girl that had been a minute ahead of me. I got tired on my mom’s lap. I concentrated on keeping my cadence high and thought how she can’t run because of a bulging disc in her back but that she’d like to be. I thought about the pain she’s been living with and the strength she uses to support my dad and his fight. I wanted to be that strong. I finally reached the last lap and started thinking of my dad. He loves to hear how I do and likes to rub it in if I didn’t quite beat his personal best in that distance. I wanted to be able to call him and tell him I’d done well. When my legs were hurting I thought, ‘It couldn’t hurt as bad as walking on a fractured hip for a month.’
I placed 12th, which was disappointing because if I’d been in the pack on the bike it could have been a completely different race. But I made it to the race and I felt confident and ready to race. With the week I’d had I could have been thinking about a lot of other things but I was able to turn the worrying into positive energy that helped me in the race.
So now I head back to the hospital and into the off-season. I’m looking forward to a little break and then winter training. I’ll get to spend a lot of time with my family and help my dad recover from hip surgery. I’ve learned a lot this season about racing and myself and I’ve been reminded that a good support system makes all the difference. I’ve seen how important this is in my dad’s recovery and I know I couldn’t do the racing I’ve done without that same kind of support.
At home in Nine Mile Falls
Pete is there for the good and the bad. He puts bad days in perspective and sticks with me even when I’m way past my window of refueling opportunity, which can be scary. He understands when I’m busy all weekend with workouts or gone for a week to race. When he travels with me he’s the muscle behind the bike box and can always navigate a new city. And, as was the case with this trip, he can navigate over the phone for me when I’m lost and alone.
My Downtown Home-away-from home
My sister Kelly and her partner Mika have let me spend half the summer at their house, parking numerous bikes in their living room and even opening tuna in their kitchen, which is a major offense at 315 E Baldwin, as it turns out. They make me laugh and keep me company when I’m at my ‘downtown’ home.
On Valley Time
My mom and dad are always ready with an encouraging word or helpful advice. They’ve been following my sporting endeavors since I was 7-years old and just starting swim team. I have them to thank for getting me involved in sports and giving me the confidence to push myself and race. They’re still ready to get up early to see a race start like they did 20 years ago. Even with chemo treatments and hospital visits my parents have made it to several out of town races this summer and I always find extra energy I didn’t know I had when I hear them cheering. My dad is home more during the day now so I’ve gotten to spend more time with him. We’ve been working on projects around the house and gone on hunts for the freshest Candy Corn in Spokane. The key is to dig your fingernail in and if the candy crumbles, it’s perfect. So far, Shopko is your best bet.
My friends have been indispensable in their support, whether it was company on a long ride or just someone to talk to for support. Haley said once during a long phone call that ‘if you’ve done it before, you can do it again.’ That quote has been a good reminder numerous times this season when I approach a hard workout or another race. Eve has reminded me that going to a race can be a good break from the stresses at home. Conrad puts the fun back in any workout regardless of how hard it is. Phil’s the data guy with the most up-to-date info on anything tri related. And Pheadra just keeps smiling through it all. Mike is there to talk and talk and talk when I need someone who understands racing at a high level.
My sponsors have been great this year. I wouldn’t be racing where I am or as well as I am without them.
Fitness Fanatics keeps my bike working and figures out any problems, regardless of how long it takes or how busy they are. They’re always interested in how I’m racing and what race is next.
Curt at Runner’s Soul is always good for a hug at a local race. He asks about the next race and how my dad is doing. The support he gives local athletes, teams and races helps to makes our running community a great place to train and race.
Markham Homes has been providing my flights for the last 3 years. This has been priceless. It has reduced the cost of trips and made it possible to travel to more races. Not to mention that Cheryl does all the trip planning, so I can spend more time on the bike and less at the computer.
I can’t thank BlueSeventy enough for keeping me warm in the Pacific Ocean over the weekend. Their wetsuits are fast and comfortable and Guy is always quick to email with encouraging words.
The Metabolic Institute has been keeping me healthy all year. Katie has given me lots of great information to make the transition to a gluten free diet more manageable and Debbie has taught me a lot about how the body works under the stress of exercise. I now train smarter due to the Metabolic Institute’s testing which makes my training more precise.
TYR has provided all my training and racing apparel for the last few years. It’s been exciting to follow their increases in technology, which has made them a leader in triathlon apparel. This year’s Tracer has been a great racing suit. It feels fast in the water and comfortable on the bike and run. Ryan Nolan has been a great contact and always keeps me clothed in the latest gear.
Michelin has a great grass roots program that supports cyclists and triathletes. I’m always clad in Michelin’s blue tires. They are lightweight and dependable. I can count on good handling even in wet conditions.
AxleyUSA recently became Gin Optics, but they continue to support me with high quality eyewear for both running and cycling.
Thursday, October 09, 2008 9:51:27 AM
This weekend brought the much-anticipated Longhorn 70.3 in Austin, TX. My brother and sister met me there and we planned to stay a few extra days to explore the area. I was anxious to do another half Ironman and then have some time to hang out with my brother and sister.
On race morning we parked and got in line for the shuttle buses to the race start. There where hundreds of people and it looked like it would take several buses before I could get on, so I set out walking in the dark. I could hear the announcer so it couldn’t be too far, right? Twenty-five minutes later I finally got to transition. I’d only seen a few buses pass me so I think I was still ahead of where I would have been.
We checked our bikes in the afternoon before and had to let some air out of the tires so they wouldn’t explode if the pressure increased in the heat. It took me three different pumps to get my front tire pumped up. This took a lot more time then I’d planned, disrupting my preparations a little. Luckily when I was about to start panicking, they announced that they would postpone the start 30 minutes because there were still people waiting for the shuttle.
As the sun started to rise I headed for the swim start. Walking down the path, I looked up and saw a wave of black moving across it. Bats! Apparently, Austin has the largest urban bat population in the world. Each night they leave the city for the Gulf Coast and each morning, as the sun rises, they fly back into the city to sleep under one of the bridges downtown. It was a pretty amazing sight and the announcer proclaimed it was good luck, I guess we’ll take what we can get.
The race start was a bit confusing. As the announcer’s countdown reached six, Simon Lessing started his own countdown at three. So when he got to one and said, “Go.” Nobody knew whose count to follow. I think most of us went around 2 on the official count but it spread out the start. The swim started fast. Most people had the Blue Seventy Swim Skins, I hadn’t thought about this. Most of the races I do you either wear a wetsuit or your racing suit, there’s no in between. I came out of the water in the middle of the pack as opposed to the front in the last half I did, so all that science and engineering could be an advantage. The swim was short; the first swimmers exited the water in 19 minutes. I ran out with Michelle Jones and Bree Wee. As they pulled off their swim skins I passed them and excited transition just ahead of them. I can only claim the fastest split of the day in one discipline, T1. I think the fastest bike split might have been more helpful, but it’s a start.
I recently lowered my seat so I was a little concerned with how I would feel on my bike. I raced an Olympic distance race in the new position and felt good but with a longer distance I wasn’t sure. In the end I don’t think I hurt any more than I would have in the old position. I think my legs were just hurting from the effort. The bike course mainly consisted of rolling hills and head wind. I got to the halfway point at 1:34. Luckily there was less head wind on the way back so that I negative split the ride. My bike split was 2:43, about 30 seconds faster than my last half Ironman but I think the course was tougher. I was glad to see that my bike fitness has improved since my last attempt at this distance.
About half way through the bike the clouds cleared and it really started to heat up. I could feel the salt drying on my face. This was a good reminder to keep hydrating. I also poured a lot of water down my back to stay cool. I felt pretty cool when I got off the bike and started the run though I quickly heated up.
We ran two laps on the run. The first half of each lap was on pavement, the second on dead grass and silt trails. I started out going faster than I thought and faster than I knew I should. But my heart rate and effort were where I wanted so I figured I’d see how long it would last. It lasted until I turned around and realized I’d had a great tailwind and now had a strong headwind. It was refreshing to have the wind cool me off but it slowed me down a lot. The course was all rolling hills and by the time I reached the biggest hill on the grassy trail I was feeling it in my legs. I was also having trouble seeing. I could tell I was getting a little woozy from the heat and I needed some salt or water or something. I did a good job of taking my gels when planned and drinking at the water stations but the heat was still getting to me. I felt like I was just stumbling up the hill, not really running. Then I saw a girl ahead of me walking. I thought, “Well, at least I’m not walking,” and I sped up and passed her. That helped to mentally get me going on the second lap.
When I hit the off road section the second time I knew I only had 3 miles left. I felt good and was excited to finish. I picked up my pace a little and saw another girl walking. By this time there where a lot more runners on the course and I figured she was on her first lap not second. She stopped to walk at the last water stop and I passed her. But at the 13-mile marker she came up beside me again. I sped up a little on the last hill, hoping to lose her. I felt surprisingly strong on the hill. I turned into the finish shoot and knew she was close behind. I pick up my pace, only one turn to go. At the last turn she sprinted past me and finished just ahead of me. I realized later I should have stayed with her and then sprinted at the end. I got nervous and went too soon. I finished 13th. Not as high as I had hoped but there was a larger and deeper field then expected and I just wasn’t used to the heat. I talked to a woman from New Orleans after the race. She said it was great that it was so cool and dry. What race was she in? I thought it was hot and humid. I guess it all depends on where you come from.
In a month I got to San Francisco for the Treasure Island Triathlon, the last race of the season. There it will be cool but will more likely be rainy than dry.
In the days after the race my brother Chris, sister Kelly and I did some sight seeing around Austin. We watched the bats leave the Congress St. Bridge as the sun set and swam at Barlow Springs, a spring fed, /8 mile long swimming pool. We also listened to some of the live music that Austin is famous for.
Sunday, September 21, 2008 6:06:48 AM
This weekend was Elite Nationals in Portland, OR. My friend Kyla flew into Spokane from Montreal and stayed with us a couple of days before traveling with us to Portland to race. I’m always reminded of how lucky I am to have great places to train in Spokane when I get the chance to show people around the area. Kyla is already planning a trip when she can stay longer and take advantage of our great roads for riding.
We got to Portland late on Thursday and went to bed after getting a call from our neighbors asking us to be quite. Opps. On Friday we went to the race area for the race meeting and to check out the course. The course consisted of eight hilly laps on the bike and 4 hilly run laps. I was excited when I saw this; hills always make the race more interesting.
Age Group Nationals was taking place too, so at 4:30 all the age groupers were headed to the race. Luckily we were able to roll over and go back to sleep, our race wasn’t until Noon. By the time we started, the age groupers were done with their race and lining the sides of our course. The crowd support was great, we needed it the twelve times we hauled ourselves up the steep hill from the transition area to the road. My friends Eve and Cathy were finished with their race and stayed to cheer. Aubre and Dan who both live in Portland now came to cheer too. Aubre has a great voice for cheering and I knew it was her right away. Pete, my parents and my coach were all there cheering too.
The start of the swim was a little confusing. They didn’t give the normal warning, “ladies you are now in the hands of the starter.” Normally after this command they have a minute to say “take your mark,” and sound the horn. Instead they said “20 seconds” and then “Take your,” “Beep.” I don’t know what happened to “MARK” but they must have been in a hurry because they seemed to skip it. So we all dove in at different times a bit off kilter. Kyla came up under me and I hit her across the head. As I tried to move off of her she elbowed me in the head. I guess we’re even. I must have over corrected because I ended up on the girl on the other side of me and got elbowed in the face. I thought I might have better luck if I just spread my arms and legs and went along for the ride. I guess that would be rafting instead of drafting.
Once we spread out a little, I realized that three of us were way off to the left side. It took me until the first turn to get over to the rest of the pack. By that time the first pack was quite a ways ahead but I was with the chase pack. I lead the pack until the last turn and then a few of us came out of the water together.
The run to the transition went up the steep boat launch. My calves were cramping as I ran up the launch so I had trouble running fast but managed to catch back up on the flat and leave transition with the pack.
We sprinted up the first hill and then put our feet in our shoes as we descended the first hill. Our pack worked well together and was able to pass a couple of riders and catch a couple of others. With the course constantly turning, rolling and curving, it was hard to hydrate. I only drank one of my bottles and worried that I’d struggle on the run but luckily the weather was cool so hydration wasn’t quite as important. As we descended into transition on each lap our pack would get strung out and it was a fight to get back together once we were out on the road again. The first two laps I seemed to be struggling some but felt better after that. After about six laps I felt like I finally had the gearing figured out and knew where I needed to be in the pack during the technical parts.
We came into transition in a pack of five. I left transition in second out of our pack, which put me in 11th overall. The girl ahead of me has come from behind and out run me in a few races. I wanted to see if I could stay with her this time. I was catching her on the first hill and was on her shoulder by the first downhill. This is where I probably made a tactical error. I was feeling good going downhill and it was easier to let my legs go than to slow them down to stay on her shoulder. I passed her and put about 20 meters on her. She stayed that distance back for the next 3 laps. I knew she was probably just running comfortably behind me and waiting to pass me. I tried surging but she never fell off. At the start of the forth lap she passed me. I stayed on her shoulder for a little bit but she pulled away. Next time I’ll have to be patient and use her tactics to see if I can out run her in the end.
I finished 10th, 9th out of Americans. This was the first time I’ve broken into the Top 10 at Nationals. With a field that included 3 Olympians and the Olympic alternate I was really happy to be there and have the experience of racing such talented women.
In two weeks I’m off to Austin for the Longhorn 70.3. My brother and sister are going along to be my crew at that race. Well, I don’t know if I’ve mentioned that duty to them yet, but I’m sure they’ll be up for it.
Monday, September 15, 2008 4:11:00 PM
On the Podium at Pacific Grove
The Triathlon at Pacific Grove was this weekend. I had been looking forward to this race for a while. It’s a fun race and I was set to stay with Kim, my same homestay as last year. We had fun a year ago and I was looking forward to seeing her again.
Last year I was a bit intimidated by the swim when I got there and saw the kelp that was infesting the bay, not to mention the shark attack that had occurred earlier in the week. This year I was in a much better mental state. I was actually excited for the kelp. If you use it to your advantage it’s kind of like you’re swinging, well scooting along vines. Instead of trying to get a deep catch at the front of your stroke you have to keep your hands shallow and pull on the kelp to propel yourself forward.
After rounding the first buoy, I was surprised to look over and see that I was in second place. That’s a perspective I’m not used to. After more kelp scooting we ran up the beach, around the buoy and dove back in for the second lap. I looked over and realized I was in the lead. Did I make a wrong turn? No, I was actually ahead. I kept pulling my way through the kelp, determined to have the fastest swim split. And I did! I exited the water a few steps ahead of second place and took off for transition.
The run to transition is long; across the beach, up the stairs, over the asphalt path, through the grass, around the fence and finally to the bikes. At least this gave me plenty of time to pull my wetsuit down. After fast transitions, four of us mounted our bikes together. With similar speeds and abilities on the bike, we where able to work together for the 4 laps of the 40k course, increasing our lead on the others.
We flew through transition, racking our bikes and stepping into our shoes. I came out of transition ahead of the others but not long after passing the announcer and hearing my name I heard him announce the others behind me, so I know they weren’t far back. Jill passed me after a couple of minutes. I tried to stay with her as long as I could. This helped me to pick up my pace a little even though I couldn’t stay with her the whole way. Alexis passed me after another couple minutes. As I heard her coming I tried to speed up a little but wasn’t able to stay ahead. I ran on her shoulder for a couple minutes but she eventually pulled away. I stayed ahead of the fourth woman from our bike pack and finished in 3rd place, my best finish for the season!
I’m starting to get out run at the end of races but I think a lot of this is a result of having better swim and bike legs so that I’m starting the run with faster athletes. It’s a little more fun to chase people down than to be passed but I’m finishing better in the end. I ran my fastest run split of the season with a 37:56.
On Sunday after a bike ride, my homestay Kim, Becky, a fellow triathlete and I went on a beautiful hike at Point Lobos Nature Preserve. This is a picture of Kim and I overlooking the ocean.
After a solid performance this weekend I’m looking forward to Elite Nationals in Portland, OR this weekend.
Monday, August 18, 2008 2:49:14 PM
Kelowna ITU Race
This past weekend I was in Kelowna for the Apple Triathlon. It was a draft-legal ITU Pan American cup and Canadian Nationals. I was really looking forward to this race; I’ve done it several times and really like the course.
The weather forecast was saying 35 degrees Celsius. Luckily Celsius doesn’t mean anything to me so I couldn’t worry about how hot that really was. On race morning it was already hot when I did my warm-up run at 7:00. But as our 11:45 start time approached, clouds began to roll in and it cooled off some. It ended up being in the mid-Eighties and humid. Not too bad.
I had a pretty good swim; I was in the chase pack and got on my bike in 5th place. We climb a short steep hill at the start of each of the six laps. This helps to break up the pack. My pack was able to pass a few athletes on the hill but never caught the main pack. With a few blocks to go on the sixth lap, a pack of 5 riders caught us. This really surprised me, I thought some of them were ahead of us and I didn’t know anyone was so close behind. I sped up and got ahead of them to enter transition.
Leaving transition in first I found my pace and felt pretty good but knew that there was someone right on my shoulder. I decided to try to surge a few times to drop her early rather than wait until the end. After the first lap I had opened up a gap on her of about 15 seconds. I could see one person ahead of me and wanted to try to catch up to her. The course has a lot of turns in it so there aren’t many chances to see your competitors. I would see her occasionally but couldn’t tell if I was gaining on her. As I started my fourth and final lap I could hear the spectators cheering for someone right behind me and knew that someone was coming up on me. I tried to speed up but didn’t have a lot left. The girl I had stayed ahead of earlier and another girl were running together and gaining on me. They passed me at the turn around on the final lap. I tried to surge and stay on their shoulders for as long as I could but they were going to fast for me. I ended up in 7th place.
I was really happy with the race. Coming out of the water with other athletes and being able to work together on the bike made the race a lot more fun than my last couple drafting races. On the run I wasn’t afraid to go out and try to hold others off. I think I ran a smart race I just didn’t have the speed that the two girls behind me had, but I gained quite a bit on those ahead of me.
Next is Pacific Grove, but I have a good month of training before I head to California for that one.
Monday, August 18, 2008 2:40:38 PM
Coeur d' Alene Triathlon
I missed a race update on the Coeur d’ Alene Olympic Triathlon last week. Here’s a recap:
I came out with the first pack on the swim and after a quick transition, started out in first on the bike for the women. An athlete from Australia passed me after a few miles. I tried not to let her gain too much on me but she pulled away. I hoped to see her again on the run and started looking for Haley Cooper, another local triathlete, at the turn around. The first time I saw her I still had 3 minutes on her but she was gaining. I kept setting goals of trying to make it to a certain turn before she caught me. She caught me just before the last turn around. I was happy to have held her off for that long since she is a very strong biker.
I was looking forward to the run when I came off the bike. My legs felt pretty good. I held a good pace on the way out but didn’t realize that we’d had a tail wind. The headwind on the way back made the return trip harder. By then I was seeing lots of friends out on the course and cheering for them as we passed. I was watching for my cousin Josie and Uncle Pat to see who was in the lead. These distractions may have slowed me down some but it was a fun way to end the race. By that point our positions were pretty much set. I couldn’t see anyone behind me and I knew I couldn’t make up enough time to catch Haley. I finished 3rd with a solid effort.
Monday, July 21, 2008 4:06:44 PM
Short Race Update
The race portion of this update will be a quick because, unfortunately, the race was short for me.
When I arrived at the transition I realized my cable had snapped. Trying not to panic, I took it over to the mechanic who said he would try to fix. It was getting close to start time and I still had to walk the mile and a half to the swim start. Finally I showed the mechanic how to attach my shoes to my bike with rubber bands, told him what gear I liked to start in and where my position on the rack was. He said he’d have it set up for me when I got back. I took off running to the swim start. It’s not easy to run through the thousands of people making their way to the start but I got there with 3 minutes to spare. Just enough time to get my chip and put my cap and goggles on.
We lined up on the barge for the start and the announcer announced that we had a minute and a half. Just then a report asked me if I had a minute for an interview. I didn’t have much more than that but I said yes. She asked if I thought the estimated 72-degree water temperature that they had announced was accurate. How am I supposed to answer that? I hadn’t been in the water. I said it sounded reasonable and probably a few other pointless remarks and then it was time to go (Luckily I wasn’t around afterwards to see myself on the news).
We dove in and I felt pretty good. I was with the pack and after last weeks poor swim I was ready to fight to keep up. Then I hit my first jellyfish. I was stinging from my chin down to my calves. I stayed with the pack for a few minutes. Then I fell off and was with one other athlete. I slowly lost her too and was on my own. Well, alone with the jellyfish. By the end I was burning from nose to ankles and was afraid there was on stuck in my suit because it was stinging so bad.
I pulled myself from the water and started the half-mile run to transition. When I finally arrived on sore feet, I grabbed my bike and took off. I was glad to see it was there. The mechanic was yelling something to me and sounding encouraging. I didn’t understand what he’d said until I got on the bike and tried to shift. Oh, he’d said, “You only have 2 gears but you can do it.” He didn’t mention they were the hardest gear in each chain ring. I struggled to even get up the short steep hill from the river to the highway. I knew I’d never make it up the big hills on the bike course. So I pulled out. The first time I’d ever not finished a race. It’s disappointing but I have to admit that at the time all I wanted to do was find some relief for the jelly fish stings, I was burning everywhere.
I showered and then we watched the men's finish, which almost made it worth not finishing my race. 2nd place male, Brent McMahon had made up a couple of minutes on leader Greg Bennett. He was definetly giving it everything he had. He collapsed just short of the finish line. As hard as he tried he couldn't seem to get his body to work with his mind and get him across the line. Raising to crawl a couple of feet then crumbling into a ball on the ground again he painfully made his way to the finish. The crowd was urging him on with tears in our eyes. He was so close and third place was closing in on him. 3rd, 4th and 5th places all ended up passing him while the medics tried to help him. After a few minutes he finally managed to crawl the last few feet, falling across the finish line with his feet just short of the line. The volunteers picked his limp body up by feet and arms and hauled him to the med tent. But he had finished. It was a pretty inspiring finish to watch. It's amazing to see how hard the body and mind can push.
After the race we went to the Bronx Zoo with Pete's cousin Doug who is going to the Drummer's Collective in New York for 6 months.
Thursday, July 17, 2008 12:41:21 PM
Upstate New York and the Big Apple
I flew into Newark, NJ last Wednesday, arriving at 1am due to thunderstorms delays. I thought about staying in the airport since I had to take a bus in only a few hours anyway. But it was a loud, bright airport and I knew that while the few hours of sleep would seem short at a hotel, they would feel like an eternity if I spent them on the hard floor of the airport. So I finally got a hotel and got in bed at 3:00 only to get up again at 6:00 to get to my bus. I took a slow but scenic bus ride to Geneva, NY on Thursday, arriving about 5:00 in the afternoon.
My homestay was a nice woman who lived across the street from the race director. She is old enough not to be listed on the Chinese New year place mats at the local Chinese restaurant, I found out today. But despite our age difference, we got along well, our biggest difference was probably that our calorie intake per day varied by about 4000 calories.
The Musselman ITU race in Geneva was a hot one. The day before the race was overcast and 80. The day following the race was 75 and pouring. But on the day of our race, the skies opened up and it was 96 and very humid. It didn’t help that we started 3pm. I wish I could say that I handled this heat well, but I didn’t. By the end of the run I was really dragging.
The field was small, only nine athletes started. It was a deep water start in seaweed filled Seneca Lake. I was with the pack for the first few minutes and then they slowly pulled away and I couldn’t catch back up. Having such a small group made it hard because the pack didn’t get very spread out. With two Beijing bound athletes in the lead pack, it was moving fast and I didn’t have the power to keep up. My swim hasn’t been strong recently but had hoped to stay a little closer than I did.
I exited the water about 90 seconds down but told myself that a lot can happen in an hour on the bike and that I could hopefully catch a pack or at least another rider. Unfortunately, the small race size hurt me again. With only a few people in the lead pack, nobody got dropped off the back so there was nobody out there for me to catch and work with. I rode the bike alone while the pack ahead kept gaining a larger lead on me. The course was 7 laps and if you get lapped, you’re out. Luckily this didn’t happen to me. But I have to admit I was riding scared.
I knew there was a girl ahead of me on the run that was usually slower than m and I hoped to be able to catch her. I saw her on my first of six laps and she was about a half mile ahead. I didn’t know if I could catch her but there was a girl not far ahead. I passed her and gain more distance on the other girl. As I started the last lap the heat was really starting to get to me. I was feeling pretty weak and was starting to get goose bumps, which didn’t seem like a good sign. I could see the girl ahead of me and she was only about 200 meters ahead. I really wanted to catch her but in the end I didn’t have enough energy. I finished about 45 seconds behind her. I had made up a lot of time but not enough.
Overall it was a disappointing race, I finished 7th but had thought I had a chance of being in the top five. It can be hard to stay positive when you can see that the race is over as those toes kick away from you in the swim. I managed to break it down into little pieces and try to focus on the things I could do to improve my race, rather than looking at my weaknesses.
Since the race I’ve been staying with some friends whom I met through my cousin last year. They have been very gracious. Even with family visiting, they took me in and showed me around Geneva. I’ve been able to get some great rides and runs in from their front door. Tomorrow I leave on the bus for New York City. I’m really looking forward to getting there because my husband Pete will be meeting me there. We went on a fun mountain bike ride that followed a really pretty river connecting two of the local lakes.
Sunday I’m racing the Nautica New York City Triathlon. The swim is downstream in the Hudson River. Hopefully a little current should help me. The bike is non-drafting, so it will be nice to know that the others aren’t working together while I’m struggling along on my own. The race finishes with a run to Central Park and a lap around the hilly streets of the park. I’m usually strong on the hills and it should be nice and shady. Not to mention, it starts at 5:53 AM, so it won’t have a chance to warm up too much and I’ll be done in time for breakfast!
Wednesday, July 02, 2008 2:53:55 PM
We have Water!
Believe it or not, we actually put water in the pool this past weekend! Unfortunately, like everything else when you’re building a pool on your own, it takes a lot longer than you expect. We’re still filling it. It takes about 30 hours and we had to stop a few times to install the drains, the four lights and inlets. We are planning to do our first workout in it on Friday morning! It will be so nice to get up and walk out the back door to swim instead of driving all the way in to town, only to share a lane with a few other swimmers of incompatible speeds.
It was 95 degrees on Sunday as we struggled to install the pool liner. Luckily, Pete’s friend Scott was there to help. It would have been impossible with only two pairs of hands. The water was so tempting in that heat, but really cold. Pete started the hose and put in the first drops of water. He was beside himself he was so excited. I couldn’t wait to swim either. I did a slip and slide move and made it surprisingly far on the slippery lining.
My parents, aunt and cousin came over for dinner that night so we had a little toast to the pool and then waded around wishing it would fill up quicker.
Pete has been putting every waking hour into this project and I’m so amazed and impressed that he could do it. I don’t think he realized what an undertaking it would be but he managed to do it and it’s turned out great. I can’t describe how proud I am of him for sticking with it when it became frustrating and overwhelming.
Now that this project can be used, although it does still need a roof, I’ve been a little worried about what the next backyard project would be. I was relieved when Pete said, “I couldn’t wait to go back to training for Ironman’s, it’s so much easier than building pools.”
Monday, June 16, 2008 2:27:23 PM
Blue Lake Triathlon
This weekend was the big TriNorthwest Team Championship. I headed out Saturday morning with Chad and Mannie from the EMDE team. After stopping about 10 times for bathroom stops, since none of us where on the same bathroom schedule, we made it to Troudale, just outside of Portland. Mannie swam and then we rode some of the course. There was a head wind going out and then we flew on the way back. We wondered if the wind would be the same for race day. It wasn’t.
We met up with Eve, Molly, Sarah and Adrianne for a pre race dinner. It was fun to get to know everyone and have a good meal together, even if the service was really bad.
Everyone had a good race, Eve, Molly and I were all in the top 10. Hopefully this will help in the combined team standings, but those results aren’t out yet so we’re still waiting on the edge of our seats.
Adrianne took one for the team and road the last 2 miles on a flat. She still had a PR, so next time will be even better once she has some rim tape. Mannie and Chad both had good races and are looking forward to training for their next races. Aaron had fun after the swim and thought it was a good race for the training he had put in.
My race started out well, one swimmer in the elite start took off fast. The rest of us couldn’t stay with him. I slowly pulled away from the rest of the wave and was on my own the rest of the time. I’d recently read about a technique for rounding a buoy that involves flipping over on your back. I thought I’d try it since I was by myself. It backfired a bit. I ended up hitting the buoy with my right arm and getting it stuck under the buoy. Then I had to take two strokes with my left arm to recover. Opps. I guess that’s why you practice these things before a race.
On the bike I really wanted to see if I could push myself. The course is “tedious, ” as Aaron described it. Its made up of a short out and back with a couple of turns and then the rest of it is just a long out and back with one underpass creating the only variation on the course. It can be easy to loose focus but I watched my speed and cadence and stayed on pace. Sunny Gilbert passed me after the last turn around. I stayed close to her until the last few minutes, then my legs started complaining and she pulled away a little.
As I got to T2 Sunny was just leaving. I wanted to try to make up some time in transition but the bike next to mine was in my spot so mine wouldn’t fit in. Every time I put it in it fell off. In that moment of frustration I couldn’t find a solution but finally calmed down and was able to. Then my numb hands came into play and my helmet wouldn’t come off. After that I knew why Sunny had been in transition long enough for me to see her.
I could see Sunny on the run and was excited to try to catch her. For the 2.5 miles I was about 30 seconds behind her and thought I might be gaining on her. After that there were some curves in the path and I couldn’t see her. I don’t know if I lost focus or she sped up or what but I ended up loosing sight of her for good and she beat me by 90 seconds or so.
It was exciting to have the competition. Chasing the “Sunny D” swimming suit on the bike and run kept me going. I had a better race for having someone to try to catch.
The girls squeezed me into the girl’s car for the ride home. We were all sore from racing and then sitting in the car but had a fun time.
Wednesday, June 04, 2008 1:09:14 PM
My First Half
On Sunday I competed in the Boise 70.3, my first half ironman. Rumor was that the water was only 48 degrees but when we went to the race meeting the official temperature was 59, which sounded much better. The cold water was my biggest fear for the race.
I raced in my new Blue Seventy Helix for the first time. It felt great, my body position felt high in the water and I really felt like I was getting a strong pull, there wasn’t any slipping in the forearm. I breathed left and then right and realized that nobody was near me. It had been a while since I’d led the swim. It was nice to have open water ahead of me even though it was pretty choppy. I stayed in the lead for the first half of the swim then Kate Major came around me and I hopped on her feet. I stayed with her as long as I could and came out of the water about 5 seconds behind her.
I took the time in transition to put arm warmers on. I probably didn’t need them but it was nice to have the extra warmth as I headed down the long grade from the reservoir. I knew my bike would be the weakest leg of my race so I wanted to see how far I could get before I got passed. The first woman passed me at 24 minutes, about 10 miles, there were a couple women not far behind in the swim so this was better than I expected. A few more passed me and then I held the next ones off until after an hour. I kept my heart rate where I wanted it and felt like I paced myself well throughout the race. The course had some rolling hills and a couple of longer, gradual climbs to break the ride up. It was a nice course and I had fun on it.
I had some work to do to catch up on the run. I hoped to be able to catch at least one runner. Setting out I felt really good, I checked my pace and it was where I wanted it to be. I mentally broke the two laps run into four parts, out and back twice. The first section flew by; I couldn’t believe I was already headed back towards town. The course followed the river on a winding bike path and the temperature was perfect, it even started raining a little to help cool us off. My parents came to the race to watch. It was a great pick me up each time I saw them and heard their encouraging shouts. As I headed out on my second lap I saw my friend Conrad starting his run and thought how nice it was that I was already halfway done and he was only starting. He started in the last wave and I was in the second. We cheered for each other and kept going. I felt better starting the second lap than I had on the first, which was a nice surprise. I picked up my pace a little and saw a woman ahead of me that had passed me on the bike. I passed her at about mile 8. After that my energy seemed to drop a little and it felt like I still had a ways to go. I had some gel and that helped. With two miles to go I saw another woman that had passed me. I slowly worked my way up to her and was able to pass her shortly before the end.
I ended the race feeling pretty good and thinking that I could start to like the half ironman distance. The perfect weather, nice course and friends and family all added to the fun experience.
My friend Eve had the best finish in our group. She raced side-by-side with another woman in her age group for the whole run, they both knew they were racing for first place in their age group and they weren’t going to give up. The other woman tried to edge Eve out by running next to a male runner. But Eve, being the feisty, ex-rugby player she is, shoved them both out of the way and placed first in her division!
Now it’s back to Olympic distances for a while but I’m curios about what I can do in halfs…
Tuesday, May 20, 2008 3:07:18 PM
Memphis in May
I just returned from a fun weekend in Memphis for the Memphis in May Triathlon. My homestay was great, I think there really is “Southern Hospitality.” Tiffany and Jolynn showed me around Memphis and their triathlon team hosted a BBQ after the race for a bunch of the pros that they where hosting.
On race morning the first person entered the water at 7:30. The race is unusual in that it is a time trial so the pros start first and are sent off 10 seconds apart. Following the pros are the age group triathletes who go off every 3 seconds for the next hour and a half.
I was the 27th person to start. I lined up and the starter began to count down. When the beep went off I dove in and thought how it was kind of nice that I wasn’t getting kicked or clawed at. But I didn’t let myself get comfortable, I still tried to push hard, with the goal of catching the swimmer in front of me. I was able to catch her in a couple of minutes but at the same time was passed by the swimmer behind me. Luckily I was able to get on her feet and stay with her the rest of the swim. I exited the water shortly after her and sprinted to make up some time on her in the long run to our bikes.
I got to my bike and my helmet was gone. The girl next to me was running around looking for her helmet too. Someone had knocked our bikes over and our helmets rolled away. At the same time we both realized that the helmet she found and began to put on was mine not hers. She handed it to me and ran to get hers. Then we were off.
The bike rolled through beautiful green fields, something we haven’t seen yet in Spokane with our late spring. It was a nice ride with a couple of rolling hills to start and then just head winds and cross winds to break things up. I was feeling pretty good on the bike, especially for not having gotten the miles in prior to the race that I would have liked. I got passed by one woman but kept her in my sights for most of the ride.
The run course was more challenging than I expected. It was rolling most of the way with a couple bigger hills at the turn around. I felt good the whole way though. I didn’t know how my legs would feel coming off the bike without much bike training, but they felt pretty fresh. I found my pace and started counting off the miles. The hills were a good way to break up the miles and there was just enough wind to keep me cool. I passed the woman I had been chasing since the swim at 3 miles. This gave me a little more motivation and I started pushing harder. The last .2 miles is on a levy. Just as I was turning onto it I realized the person running ahead of me was a pro woman, one more person I could try to chase down! When I was close enough to see her number I realized she was number 11, so she had started over 2 minutes ahead of me. I didn’t have to pass her to beat her. So I just concentrated on not twisting my ankle on the rough trail and finished strong just behind her. I placed 5th and was 3rd on the swim and run. Now that I’m back on the bike I’m looking forward to moving up in the bike rankings!
Next is Boise 70.3. That will be a fun road trip and race with lots of local triathletes to cheer on out on the course. Be thinking warm water thoughts because I hear Lucky Peak Reservoir is still really cold.
Monday, May 12, 2008 5:32:09 PM
Pete's Backyard Project
Pete has been working on a lap pool in our backyard for the last couple of years. It's a HUGE project. At times he thought it might never get finished but we are finally down to the last few steps. 2 weeks ago we finished pouring the last section of deck. That's when it actually started to look like a pool. We could picture water in it for the first time.
On Saturday Pete poured the floor of the pool so now it's time to order the liner. We are hoping to have water in it in the beginning of June, so bring on the sunshine!
Friday, April 25, 2008 5:22:40 AM
Fun in the sun in Mazatlan
waves.jpg The Mazatlan PATCO Championship Triathlon kicked off my racing season last Saturday. My trip started in the comfort of first class thanks to Markham Homes. I hope they realize I’m spoiled nowJ
I was a little surprised when I finally saw the ocean. There were huge waves. I’d never really swum in waves like that before; it looked more suited for surfing than triathlons. Luckily a few coaches showed us how to body surf. At least I knew what I was supposed to do, even if I couldn’t quite do it. I did feel more confident than I had before.
Race morning was overcast but by the time we started at 11:00 the sky was clear and the sun was hot. We dove in and started diving under the breakers. I was starting to think it wasn’t that bad after all when the forth wave hit me and knocked me halfway back to short. As I tried to get my bearings the next wave came down on top of me and I swallowed half of it. After a lot of choking I looked around to see that several others seemed to be having as much trouble as me. At least I was still with a pack. I dove under the next 2 waves, finally making it past the breakers.
After that I was with a group and my stoke was feeling pretty strong. While paralleling the beach I felt very seasick but once we turned towards the beach it was better and the waves started to carry me home. I rode a wave in, which was fun until the end. That’s when it started to spin me like a washing machine. I still had my cap when I finally came up, but just barely. I couldn’t tell where the finish was but I thought I knew which direction the beach was so I went that way. Finally pulling myself up on the beach my legs where heavy and I felt disoriented but I told myself I had to pass at least one person in transition.
I grabbed my bike and took off. I passed a couple racers as I mounted my bike. My legs were heavy on the bike. All the dolphin dives to get through the waves and the stairs to the transition took their toll. Once I got on and got my feet in my shoes I was feeling a little better. A couple women caught me and we started to work together. A pack of four came up behind us and passed us. Before I knew it they were just out of reach. I guess I’m not that sharp yet on bike, I just couldn’t get back to them. The course was 8 laps and I rode over 5 of them by myself until a pack caught me.
I pulled my shoes on and headed out on the run. My new DC Trainers felt light and fast. I felt much better than I did on the bike. I was able to pass all but one of the women from my bike pack and one from the pack ahead. I raced in my new TYR Tracer suit and it felt great. It was 90 degrees but I didn’t feel hot and it was really comfortable to ride and run in.
Overall I was pretty happy with my race. I would placed better if I could have just stayed with the bike pack. I had a pretty good performance; it just wasn’t with the rest of the group. But that’s the trouble with draft legal races. I’d only been outside on my bike 3 times before the race because of the weekend blizzards we’ve been having in Spokane. That might have played a part in my bike performance but I think it helped me in the heat since the YMCA feels like it’s about 90 degrees sometimes.
Thanks to all my sponsors for helping my get to the race and for all your support in training over the winter. My next race is Memphis in May in a month. I’m looking forward to the different format of this race; it’s a time trial format and nondrafting.
Thursday, February 28, 2008 11:56:55 AM
My new Theme Song
I used to think that my theme song was Alabama’s I’m I a Hurry (and Don’t know why) The line that says, “I’m in a hurry to get things done, I rush and rush until life’s no fun,” is pretty fitting at times. But then I was listening to Modest Mouse and a line from Missed the Boat caught my attention, “ Well nothing ever went quite exactly as we planned our ideas held no water But we used them like a damn . This has been too relevant lately.
On Monday I was finished with my workouts and was planning on running a few errands before going to Liberty Lake to coach swimming. Instead I got a call from USADA saying that they were waiting at my house to do a drug test. So instead of driving towards Liberty Lake I had to drive the 35 minutes in the opposite direction to get home.
I thought I would at least be prepared when I got there so I drank a lot of water. A lot of good it did me, the test was too diluted so I had to do another. By then I was already going to be late to my meeting because it takes an hour to get there. The USADA people were very accommodating. They said, “No problem, we’ll just go with you” So I gave them a tour of the Spokane area on the hour drive to Liberty Lake. I was glad I didn’t see anyone I knew at the Gym as my entourage and I exited the bathroom stall together and then paraded through the gym with my sippy cup.
Today didn’t go much better. I tried to go to the gym with my bike and trainer to do a workout but today they didn’t think it would work for me to use my own bike there. So I headed back home, set my bike back up in the living room and started riding. On my run I was thinking that my workout was going pretty well, considering how it started. That’s when two dogs came out of now where and bit me. I couldn’t do the out and back I planned because I didn’t want to get bitten again. It would have taken too long to go all the way around the neighborhood so I had to cut through a driveway and 3 feet of snow in the woods to get home. I called my husband Pete and had him report the dogs, then forgot the incident.
With only 8 more minutes of hard running to go I raced out of the house zipping up my shirt over my sports bra as I went. I looked up to see the sheriff pulling into the drive way and looking surprised to see me dripping with sweat in my bra.
He needed my to file a report on the dog bite. But I only had 8 minutes left. I wasn’t sure if I could ask him to wait, so I just chalked it up to a slow transition and started telling him what happened. He said he would go find the house and talk to the people. I was feeling like I was making a big deal out of nothing since the dog didn’t even break the skin, he just bit through my pants.
As I returned from my last 8 minutes of running the sheriff was driving by and stopped to report the results of his visit. The people weren’t there but the dogs attacked him and he sprayed them with pepper spray. I guess I wasn’t over reacting after all.
Although my plans are always changing, things usually seem to workout in the end and sometimes I even get lucky. My friend Phaedra was on a bike ride the other day found a dead cat that had been buried in the snow bank all winter, not so lucky. I was on a run Saturday and even though there was a freak snowstorm I still managed to spot a $20 bill on the ground.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008 9:34:40 AM
It’s been a long time since I’ve checked in. I’ve had a fun winter of training. We have had so much snow, apparently more than we’ve had since 1969. While the snow has left me trapped inside on my bike and on the treadmill, I have started skate skiing. It’s hard work but a lot of fun. My friend Phaedra and I try to go on Fridays. At first we could only go about 30 seconds before having to stop to catch our breaths. Last time we made it about 7 miles with only a couple breaks. We never thought we would get to the furthest trails, so we were pretty excited. Unfortunately, our bubble was burst when a really supportive friend asked “Don’t you think you should be able to skate faster than you run?” When I told her how long it took us to do the 7 miles. “Well, no, I was just happy to be skiing and not thinking about running.” Oh well, maybe next time we will work on speed.
I’m looking forward to the Snake River Half Marathon in a couple weeks. It will be nice to see what I can do in a half marathon. Maybe it will give me an idea of where I will be at Boise 70.3.
Racing season seems to be approaching quickly. I'm working on figuring out what races I'm going to do. My first race will be in Mazatlan in mid April. I'm looking forward to some sun in Mexico.