Water Running? I think I turned it off.

Monday Jan 19, I started my 2 weeks of water running. I decided to cut my swim distance in half and water run the other half, this way I could keep going to the pool at lunch. Ooof! Water running isn’t easy at all. My leg might be used to walking again but I really could feel the calf muscles that are engaged when running start to work again in the pool.2015-02-01 23.12.17

I am going to count my water running distances with my swim totals for my monthly total, since its all pool time. It might be cheating, but hey, it was my own challenge. I did 7 days of swimming + water running in a row, and on the 8th day I was able to get on the treadmill.

So, on the 23rd I was able to start getting on the treadmill. I have renamed my home treadmill to the Treadybear. The name is silly, but for a $15 garage sale treadmill that works, its good for me.

2015-02-09 09.21.24I finished up the month of January with 27 miles swam in 16 hours and 48 minutes. For sure, my biggest swim month ever. My paces are better and I am more comfortable in the water than ever before.

My last swim of the month I went out to the pool with the intentions of swimming at least a 5k. It was cold and raining and quite miserable, but I ended up doing 7k. Woohoo!2015-01-31 15.59.51

Now February is ramp up month on the treadmill. Ill make that in another post.

Have a good one!

The Month of Swimming

Frozen fish

I am not a fan of the cold at all. As a matter of fact I have attempted to move to places where “cold” only happens a few times a year. But this year I decided since Quix was going to do a January run streak, I wanted to do a swim Streak.uvs150116-002

Well, the pool at the gym was closed on the 1st and 2nd, so I just get 29 days instead of 31 I guess. But I will attempt to make up those swims by doing a few “doubles” so the effort will be in there.

Thinking about swimming 30k in a month piqued my interest in December when I realized I was going to be at about close to 20k swam. It was because it was my only recovery workout I was allowed to do after the bear fight, but I was really starting to enjoy it. So enter the Lets do 1k or more every day this month.uvs150116-001

Last year, a 1k swim would take over 30 minutes and eat up a whole lunch hour. But by swimming more I have gotten faster. Who would have thought that would happen? So yeah, now that my slow pace is 2:10/100m or less it is getting easier and easier to get in longer swims at lunch. Last week I started with the 1k per lunch, but by half way through the week, I was wanting to do 1100m instead.

uvs150116-003Last friday night I did a nice 3k in just over an hour and felt great. It was just above freezing, raining and a little windy, but the pool is heated and steam was coming off of it in a beautiful way. I just didn’t want to stop. The only reason I really did stop was because I knew that the gym was going to be closing in half an hour and I needed to get a shower and get warmed up.

A few days later I went and swam at the Sun City Indoor heated pool and thought I was going to over heat. I have for sure gotten used to the cold air when swimming.

Even though this has been brought on by the need to swim for exercise during recovery, I am loving being in the water and being able to zone out when I want, or to push hard and see how fast I can go.

uvs150116-005My Goal of 30k by the end of the month looks like it will happen early, and I think once I finish that goal I want to attempt a 5k swim. If I get my 30k + the 5k swim I don’t see a reason not to shoot for 40k by month end. But now, I am just getting crazy.

I should point out that I have been just swimming. I haven’t put any drills with kick board, or pull buoy or anything like that so far this month. That can be next month. This month is about just the streak and distance.uvs150116-004

Well, that is a quick recap of the first half of the month. Its the 16th and I am just about to leave to get in my 16th swim of the month. With the next swim ill be at over 20k swam so far!

Fighting a Bear, Recovery and Getting back to it.

bear fight

So back on Halloween, I got into a fight with a bear. Took a few punches and an “arrow to the knee“, but I got up with the help of some good friends and went home to go to bed.

Before the Bear fight
Before the Bear fight
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Post bear fight

I could barely stand the next day and just felt terrible, had a cut on my face and some broken glasses. I hobbled around icing and taking mild pain killers and was worried I really hurt myself. I gave it a day to be in bed and worry.

I took Sunday and Monday off and tried to run on Tuesday, I still couldn’t walk very well and was in quite a bit of pain, I decided to trainer ride instead. Wednesday I got on the trainer, went for a walk, then ran 3 miles that night and it hurt, but not quite as bad. Pain kept me out of exercise for Thursday and Friday.  I ended up cycling again on Saturday for about 35 miles and running 10, and when I hit 10 I was DONE. Just too much pain. Sunday I could barely walk again, I went into the friendly chiropractor that next Wednesday and got checked out. She was worried and had me stop everything and go get an MRI. I was able to get in Friday evening for the MRI, and went to her office that next Monday to get the results: 1 Fracture in my femoral plateau, and 2 fractures in my Tibial plateau. She wanted me on crutches as soon as possible and no more racing for the season. No running and no biking, but swimming would be OK as long as I didn’t do flip turns.

Instead of continuing to train for the Space Coast marathon that was coming up in about 5 weeks, it was crutch around and swim. I have to say once I “knew” it was fractured, rather than me just thinking I was over reacting to a little pain, that is when it really started to hurtDreaded crutches. Once my brain knew it was OK to have a pain, it piled it on. Being on the crutches sucked, at least  I was able to stay off the leg mostly.

Even though I was not able to race the marathon this 2014-11-28 17.52.12year, I talked to the race director and was able to last minute volunteer in a position where I could sit down most of the time. It was nice to get to be part of the excitement without just being depressed that I wasn’t running.

2014-11-30 06.01.56I had made some special arrangements with the DR. that I would not use the crutches on the 2 days where we went diving or snorkeling on our vacation, and I was good, I used my crutches everywhere on the ship, just not when we went to the little boat for scuba diving or snorkeling. I made sure to not put on my tanks and gear until it was exactly time to get in the water so I wouldn’t put too much pressure on my knee. YAY me, but damn, crutches on an active vacation stink. I normally am all over the cruise ship, this time I stayed put once I got somewhere.2014-12-05 09.28.23

James Bond Wreck
James Bond Wreck

Getting back home after vacation left me with more time to swim and crutch around. I did take some time the day after we got back to go put up Christmas lights! Christmas was great this year, since I was off the crutches on the 20th.2014-12-07 18.58.58

On the 21st I was able to start back on the bike trainer with low intensity and no resistance. For 30 minutes, then each day I could add 10 minutes if I felt OK about it. Let’s just say that 30 minutes on the 21st and I wasn’t able to do 40 on the 22nd. My leg and knee were still just too sore. I took the 23rd off and for Christmas eve I had a 40 minute ride. Since then I have been able to ride a bit more and bring my total riding per session time up to 100 minutes, but my leg is still weak and recovery is slower than I want it to be.

Since the injury I have had 20 swims and 12 rides on my trainer + a few weights here and there for upper body work. My swimming has improved quite a bit, at least nothing feels as hard as it used to, and I am loving swimming in a heated outdoor pool in the winter. Seeing the steam rise off the water looks really cool. A 45 minute 2k swim now feels “normal” and my shorter swims are now 1k in about 22 minutes. My best 100m in this new pool has been 1.42/100 and that’s damn good. My average is now about 2.10/100 and that’s as good as last year’s fast time.

Me wanting to eat an entire Fruitcake
Me wanting to eat an entire Fruitcake

Its been 60 days since I ran that 10 miles on a fractured leg, and 67 days total since the bear fight. I feel out of shape and gimpy, but am happy to know that in only 24 more days and I will be able to get out and run again. Even if it is only a mile and adding a little at a time.

Excited about new jammers for the pool
Excited about new jammers for the pool

There is my little recap of my injury and how I have been recovering.

Please all, if you think you hurt yourself stop and go get checked out. Don’t be dumb like I was and run on it multiple times and possibly make it worse.

I might be sad that I missed out on Space Coast and that I will miss out on a few other races, but I have decided that since I will be able to keep running and its not a permanent injury I will be happy for the future and take it as slow as I need to now to let my body heal.


BTW I didn’t really fight a bear, that is just what the doctor said to say.


New years new post

I have not been good at posting things on here at all.
And well life and training does get in the way.

So here is a quick update!

3 more weeks of recovery until I start running again. (Maybe I will post about the epic bear fight that caused said injury.)

Missed Space Coast Marathon this year due to said injury.

Sad spaceman

Been swimming 3+ times a week for about a month now, and trying to start a swim 1km every day this month thing. We will see how far that gets in Jan with an outdoor pool.
Next race is 10/20, even if I am signed up for Woodlands marathon, I wont be cleared to run that distance by then.

Going to do the rookie tri this year, since a buddy is doing it as his first Tri.

Loving the 920xt, if you are looking to get a fitness watch/gps and you have lots of $ to burn this one rocks.


While in Florida we did get some diving and snorkeling in.

Freediving getting better


Goals for the year?

  • Do 2 – 3 HIM’s
  • Total of about 5 TRI’s
  • 1 to 2 Marathons.
  • Possible 5k swim.
  • 1 century ride


Going to Meet the Man With The Hammer

Paul Fournel’s writing is now on my “must read” list.  Just one quote, heck, one concept I found in random googling really caught me this fall.

I want to go searching for the man with the hammer.

I’ve spent years dialing back my run speed, safely running slowly to increase distance, to increase stamina, to complete half ironmans and marathons, to stay in zone 2 or below, and shockingly enough, my legs adapted.  My pace slowed.  I was able to go further, but even on shorter runs, my pace and turnover became laughable.

This marathon cycle, I realized that the other component of “lots of easy miles” has to be “a little speedwork”.  Just that one day of making my legs move 5k speed or faster for a short amount of time really helped me figure out that I’m not a terrible runner, I’ve just not been training properly to give my legs the speed to go fast.

So, with this awesome base under me for the marathon, now that my legs feel recovered, I am prepared to meet the man with the hammer.

So, way back in the day (hi there, 2010!), I had I set a big scary goal of a sub-2 hour half marathon.  I trained really, really well and mostly hit my paces spot on, but then I got stupidly sick the week of the race.  I probably shouldn’t have run, but I shoved down some behind-the-counter mucinex and got through the race in 2:19, which was about what one could expect on a hilly course, when I was taking cough drops like shot blocks.

I gave the 13.1 distance a-go one more time in the fall, banking on Olympic Tri endurance + 3 weeks of specific training, and got myself a nice shiny 2:08 PR.

I haven’t race-raced a half since.  I’ve run the distance a lot, but it’s either been a training run, off the bike, pacing someone else, just as a fun run, or sometimes, just because it’s Thursday.  I do believe it’s time to change that, if only to have some more recent data for calculations so McMillian doesn’t tell me I should be running a marathon in over 5 hours because my best half in the last 3 years, which was part of a 20 mile run, was 2:25.  Heck, my half marathon split at the marathon was around 2:20 (and that was running pretty comfortably).

So, while I didn’t think I was ready to run as fast as I did during this cycle to chase a 4:40 marathon, I started this cycle CERTAIN I’m not ready to train to run as fast as I need to go to sub-2.

But y’know what?  I’m not sure how fast I’m ready to run.  I surprised myself with by holding 10 minute miles over double digits fairly effortlessly, nailing my speedwork paces spot on, and finding two 5 mile tempos with sub-9 minute miles as planned.  I don’t know where my limits lie unless I go out to meet the man with the hammer.  So that’s what I’ve been doing – spending a short ~4 week cycle doing some stupidly fast (for me) run training, and then toe the line at 3M Half Marathon to see if I can outrun that jerk.

I’ve already signed up, and I’m not wasting a 100$ late entry fee on prancing comfortably to the finish.  I don’t plan on trying to run safe, I want to run for at the very least, a PR (2:08:07).  I want to have photos of the worst pain face I’ve ever made in my life at the finish.  I want to go out aggressively, and see if I can hold on.

A goal – 1:59:59.

B goal – PR (sub-2:08:08)

C goal – to have given everything I have at finish

I’ll be happy with anything, A, B, or C.

Regarding my A goal, 9:09 is a terrifyingly fast pace for my brain for 13.1 miles, but this first race of 2014 is to see what my legs and lungs have got.  That’s what this training cycle and race will tell – how fast the man with the hammer runs, and if I can beat him to the finish line.

Space Coast Marathon – Leah’s Recap

The Before:

This was a fantastic training cycle.  I finally got my run love back, and felt like I really nailed two month of marathon training.  Harder, better, faster, stronger, baby!  Taper took an interesting turn.  My runs were fantastic (as they had been) the week before, to the point where it made me a little worried because normally everything goes to crap.  My last run, a 5 miler with 3 at marathon pace, went so smoothly it was scary.  Then, the normal taper mess started to settle in, and since it was so late in the week, it was REALLY scary.

Thursday, I only ate one big meal and one plate of deserts.  This made my body just a little off.  I also made the mistake of wearing boots instead of more reasonable shoes.  I didn’t figure I would be on my feet much, but I guess it was enough that my feet were cranky after that day.

Friday, due to long security lines and being dumb, all I had was some beef jerky and airplane snax until about 6pm.  After eating a giant (and pretty unhealthy) dinner and a large beer, and heading to the hotel room, I was convinced I was getting sick.  I slept incredibly fitfully.

Saturday, my ankle hurt after my 1.5 mile shakeout run, so much so that I was really worried that I’d not be able to start the race.  Joel kept being all excited, and all I could do was hope he wouldn’t have to race without me.  Around 9pm though, I figured the best thing I could do was shut my brain off, sleep as long as possible, and let my ankle knit itself back together.  And I did.

Sunday, race morning, I woke up, put my compression sox and shoes on before I left my bed, and touched my toes down… still cranky, but much less so.  I would start, at least, I knew that.  I got my bar down and munched on some cereal, skipped my normal starbux (just didn’t seem like it would set well).  We got there, used the portable facilities, walked around, watched the half marathoners start, jumped back in the porta-potty line again, walked around, and then got in our corrals.  My husband was starting with the 5-hour folk, and I filed in next to the 4:40 pacer, and then we were off.

The Good: Mile 1-10

I walked as long as humanly possible.  I didn’t want to feel the hurt any longer than I had to, if I was going to.  Finally, I was about to get trampled if I didn’t, so gingerly I tried and *cue angels singing* my foot was ok.  I thanked the running deities or whatever higher power is up there looking out for babies and drunks and idiot marathoners a lot in the first mile, which ticked over in around 10:35 – under marathon pace, but not too much so to worry me.

I had to decide between the strategies of following the pacer, watching my watch, or running by feels.  Well, the pace bunny took off a little too fast (he was wayyy ahead of me even though I was running under 10:41 per mile), and while my ankle seemed like it was going to hold, my body was definitely a little *off*, so running by feels meant I slipped to around 11s.  So, early on, it was watch-watching, and trying to keep that pace group in my sights and not let the next one (4:45) catch me.

At the turn around (6.5 miles), I saw Joel just a bit behind me, and looking good.  One quarter done.  Right on pace.  Let’s do this.  Hopefully all these niggles work their way out for a while.

I finished mile 10 still on pace, but the hurt never got better.  I wasn’t feeling as if I was pushing the pace too much, it felt just fine aerobically, but I think my gait was just a little off from babying my ankle, so that made things ache differently.  I also really regretted having my handheld because it annoyed me from mile 1, and I was barely even drinking out of it, the temps were good and the aid stations were plentiful.

The Bad: Mile 11-15

I was hoping to get my second wind, but passing mile 10 just made me mentally implode a bit, 16 more to go and I was already in a lot of pain.  I kept going as fast as I could, but I was seeing more 11′s when I looked down instead of 10s, and picking up the pace was harder.  I passed 13.1 exactly on pace (2:20), but just after the mat I pulled over to the side, stopped and stretched out my aching back of my legs, and then tried walking.

Well, the good news is that walking didn’t feel ANY better, so I picked it up again.  Around mile 14, I decided to ditch my water bottle and was struggling with getting it out of the holder, and who pulls up right by me?  Joel!  He helped me get it out and carried it (I told him to ditch it but he held it anyway).  I was REALLY REALLY in a hole then, and was convinced I’d busted my goal down to JUST FINISH SO I GET THE DANG TOWEL AND MEDAL.  I might have done worse if he hadn’t shown up.  He was having fun, enjoying himself, talking to people, having smiles for the both of us, while I tried to not cry and grunted and did everything I could to follow him.

Also, somewhere in there, my mp3 player decided to default to random on my playlist and cut my volume in half, and I couldn’t fix it.  Super annoying.

The Ugly: Mile 16-20

Finally, I had to stop and stretch, I told Joel to go on ahead and  I would catch up with him.  I stretched, walked for about .05 of a mile, and then got running again.  And I did catch him, and decided that I could make it a mile running again before I had to do that again.  When my watch dinged 17, I did the same thing, and 18, and 19.  These miles were slow, but I was moving forward and as I got closer to 20, my mood improved.  As we hit the last turnaround, and then the 20 mile split mat, Joel had to stop and stretch out his knee, and finally, I started feeling better and getting that second wind I was waiting on.

He happened to mention that we needed to pick it up if we were going to make sub-5 hours, and I asked if it was ok if I ran ahead, he said yeah, and I went.

The Awesome: Mile 21-26.2

Something clicked in me that I wanted to get in sub-5 more than I wanted to not hurt.  So, I took off, running as fast as I could reasonably at that point and asked myself if I could make it 2 miles without a break.  Let me tell you, if you want to feel awesome about yourself, run a ~11 minute mile pace around the 5-hour marathon finishers.  It’s a lot of people walking dejectedly.  I passed, no lie, hundreds of people in that last 10k.

I passed mile 22 and found strength for one more.  At mile 23, I felt some major cramping in the back of my body, so I stopped to stretch, walked for about .05 of a mile, and then started the 5k push to the finish.  I told myself that I could slow down for mile 24 if I needed, but I couldn’t stop, and I was just so dang ready to be done, I didn’t.  I finally picked back up to marathon pace, and the mile markers said 25, and then 26, and then I was running faster, and then I rounded the corner and saw the finish line and I was passing people, and in my mind I was sprinting like Usain Bolt and I crossed the finish line.

My garmin said 4:59.

The After:

I got my medal and towel and had about 4 cups of water and then sat down the first place I found space and I think I would have cried if I had the hydration to have tears.  I told Joel that the last 10k was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and even now that the pain has faded, I still think that’s probably accurate.  I snapped out of it a few minutes later and went to go watch for Zliten to finish, and hoped I hadn’t missed him.

I stumbled back over to the finish line and some couple took pity on me and let me sit where they were standing and I waited… and waited… and then I was about to go check with medical (he said his knee was hurting) and I saw Zliten round the corner and cheered my arse off for him as he crossed the line.  Then it hit me, I had finished 18.5 minutes earlier and we were even at mile 20.  Sorry Joel, I wish you would have been able to run it in with me, but I ROCKED that last 10k.

I hobbled over to find him at the finish and then we plopped down and stretched and recovered.  I finished in 5:02:35, and he finished in 5:21:07 (his goal was to at least beat my time from last year, which he did!).  I’m about 1% pissed that I couldn’t have found 2:36 in there to at least finish under 5, and 99% incredibly proud of that last 10k.

I had two post race beers, and was ready to eat right away, so my tummy cooperated with me.  I didn’t eat as many of my chews as I had expected, but I took in gatorade at just about every aide station.  I might have done better if I had more calories in the messy middle miles where the world was ending, or it might have upset my stomach and I’d have done worse.  You never know.

Then, we went and played by the Ocean.

Recovery was not so bad.

Overall – I am happy with marathon #2.  It’s progress.  It’s a 21 minute PR from last year.  I fell apart in completely different ways and places from the first one.  It’s a distance I’m still trying to figure out, and I’m looking forward to more opportunities to do so.  I get the first part, I actually get the end now, I just need to figure out the middle when there’s 10 miles to go and it hurts and that’s just a long time to be hurting.  My training cycle was awesome, and I fully believe that a 4:40 was within my grasp if everything would have gone well, but my A legs didn’t show up that day.  C’est la vie.  I’m not done with marathoning, and my run love is back hardcore, so I’ll get another shot soon.

What’s next?  Well, stay tuned.

Kerrville 70.3 Recap: Leah’s Version

Since it’s almost time to run the marathon (2 weeks 3 days, people!), figured I should post my recap of Kerrville first!  It’s long, so grab a snack and tuck in!


We slept in a little bit, loaded up our stuff into the beast, and had a nice, uneventful drive to Kerrville.  We got into town around 1, got our packets, and dropped off our bikes at T1 and told their bikes to have a good night under the stars.  We had a typical pre-race lunch of a club sandwich, a few fries (normally don’t have so much fat the day before a race, but I was really craving it so figured my body needed some), and a salad at the gourmet restaurant of IHop.  We drooled over the pancakes but decided against so much sugar.

Then, we dropped the run bags off at T2.  Mine had way too many things in it, but I wanted to be prepared: extra shirt, extra arm sleeves, extra socks, run shoes, handheld, visor, race belt w/number, gatorade bottle, pain spray, and sunscreen.  Just to re-familiarize ourselves, we drove the bike course, and the run course, and then it was finally time to check into the hotel.  We elected not to stay at the host hotel (elected = I waited to long to book a room), and it ended up being a great thing – the room was cheaper and so, so, so much nicer.

Then, we met Brian and drove the course again.  I took pictures and video.  I forgot how pretty it was!   We were going to have dinner with him but it was late and we were tired, so we sent him off to get pancakes and we ate some mac and cheese in the room and went to bed.  I slept fitfully, waking up a lot, but besides that I did get a decent night of sleep (better than normal before this race the last two years).

I woke up around 3am and couldn’t go back to sleep so I ate my first bar (Rise – Pineapple Macadamia) and used the potty and then laid back down and got myself mentally ready and waited for Joel to wake up.  When he did, I ate my second bar (Oatmega PB), drank my starbucks mocha, used the potty again, and dithered around and got going right about on time.  We parked right near the race finish (smart, as both other years its been a PITA to hike the 2 miles back to the hotel) and caught a shuttle to the race start.  More dithering at T1, more pottying, ate half a package of chompies, turned in our dry clothes bags, stuffed myself into my wetsuit, and headed down to the race start to send off Brian and then Joel and then I got in line with my wave and it was time to go!


There was no swim warmup (sadface), so I tried to warm up my shoulders the best I could on land.  I really, really had to pee and didn’t have time to get back to the portas, so as soon as I was able to jump in the water….ahhh… sorry women under 39 (I’m sure I was not the only one).  I got myself near the front on the outside, and they started our wave.  Last year, I spent the whole swim just ill at ease and anxious about the rest of the day, so my goal was to NOT do that.  I swam strong and actually found a pretty good pocket and some space (love this race – it’s small enough that it’s not crowded).  My “mantra” when I found my mind straying was “swimmy, swimmy, swimmy in my happy, happy jacket”.  Don’t ask, but it worked.

I rounded the first and second buoys and got onto the long straight stretch and I kept finding myself alone except for passing people in caps in waves before me (that were obviously struggling).  Oddly enough, my mind went to “somehow I’m last in my age group”, but then I just kept repeating my mantra and trying to swim with good form and keep on it and in the moment.  Apparently I passed Joel and Brian around the third buoy (apparently, as Joel told me, I am oblivious during swims), and started swimming for the finish.  My goal was to get there before the last wave of the day started, and I got out of the water, and got to the wet suit strippers as I heard the air horn went off and the announcer said “last wave is off”.  Sweet.

Swim Time: 43:57, 2:17/100m.  Goal was under 45 mins, so I was happy.  I think a little more wetsuit swimming could help me here as it feels different, and I could have pushed a little harder, but it was nice to get out of the water feeling fresh.  Also, 10 mins quicker than last year.  Yay swimming!


I was a little “deer in the headlights” with the wetsuit, and I got to the strippers fully clothed.  I said “first wetsuit race”, and they took care of me and I was off with my wetsuit in hands in short order – in just my sports bra and my tri shorts (I was scared of the official race pics, but besides my blindingly white tummy, it wasn’t too bad.  No – I won’t link them :D).  The hill was steep, but I chugged up it carefully (no sandals).  Once I got to the top and there was no more carpet, I walked.  I didn’t want to be a wuss, but having had ankle problems all week, I didn’t want to have a little rock end my day so I took it slow.

Once I got to the bike – I put on my arm sleeves, a tech tee, some ride glide (hands down my pants in public is fun!), my bike shoes and socks, and I was off.  I left my garmin and bike gloves on my bike since it worked out at the last race.  As I was about to take off I saw Zliten get up to his bike looking INCREDIBLY rough, but into T1 in a great time for him.  I told him I loved him and I’d see him on the bike (I expected to be passed) and I was off.  I got stuck behind a few relay people, said excuse me, got to the mount line, and got going without incident.

T1 time: 3:25.  Last year – 4:15.  Even dealing with the wetsuit, even walking and being careful, I cut 50 seconds off my T1.  My goal was to be on the bike at 8:35, and I was on the bike at 8:35 exactly.  Solid!


Got going, and my first thought was “It’s COLD!”  I forget after long, hot Austin summers that it can ever be cold again, so it’s always a surprise at Kerrville.  I was thankful that I had my sleeves on, and I took the time to put my bike gloves on for warmth.  I started with a gatorade in my aero bottle, a backup gatorade in my bottle cage, and a smile on my face.  Miles ticked away very quickly on the front half of the loop – the cool weather and the nice, slight, downhill stretch for the first 14 miles.  Getting out of the water 10 mins quicker meant I was actually in it – I was very lonely last year on the bike.

I was just… happy.  I just saw the mph climbing, I ended up at the first aide station at mile 17 at 9:30 (15 mins ahead of schedule), and then the back half of the course happened, as did the wind.  I hit the first big hill, and the bump before it, I lost my backup bottle of gatorade.  Boo!  I was looking forward to yummy grape.  Luckily, I got the first bottle grab no problem, my first bottle grab ever *tear*, and a dose of lemon lime endurance gatorade was loaded into my bottle.  Woot.

I didn’t get any less happy, but I noticed I slowed.  I went from 19. something to 18. something, to 17. something, and all of a sudden, I was finishing the first lap 5 minutes behind schedule.  However, before I finished, I saw the BEST SIGN EVER.  I was rolling down a hill, in the middle of nowhere, and I saw a sign that said “the cow goes moo”, to which I moo’ed (not the first time this ride, we went past a lot of farms).  She then turned it around and it said “What’s the fox say?”.  I got out of aero and bike danced and sand “Ring ding ding a ring a ding ding” and thanked her for the awesome sign.  Two zipp wheelie dudeholes passed me and gave me dirty looks, and I lost some momentum, but it was TOTALLY worth it.  Also, this was in my head the rest of the day.

After the turnaround, I got that momentum back and got back on schedule for aid station 3 (mile 30), hitting it at 10:15.  The wind really picked up this lap, I didn’t make as much headway on the way down, but I tried to ride hard all the downhill to gain as much ground as I could.  I also made up a song… “aero bars goes thpththt (my tape was coming off), pedals go woooshhh… what’s the bike say? Ring ding ding da ding da ding ding… what’s evilbike say… hatee hatee hatee ho”.  It was making me happy.  My legs were getting sore but not unreasonably so, and I was really enjoying my day.  I hit mile 40 and realized I had only 16 left to go, and things got a little harder.  The second lap up the hill was harder, but I just concentrated on doing what I could to not lose more time.  I just kept telling myself to tuck in and keep working.

I saw Joel at the out and back, and he said he had been chasing me for 17 miles, and I just sang “what does the fox say” to him because that’s where I was at in my head.  Now I knew he was coming for me, I tried to stay as fast as I could without really taxing myself and made sure not to let up.  Over, up, around, past the horsies and cows and down the highway and up the hill… I kept watching the time of day and tried to keep close enough to the 11:50 I wanted to get off the bike without completely hosing myself.  Also my ankle hurt (the other one, not the one that was hurting all week, and in a completely different place), but I tried to put it out of my mind – whatever would be on the run would be, and there was nothing I could do to fix it at mile 50 on the bike.  I kept expecting Joel to pass me, but I got myself into transition about 5 mins behind schedule, happy, a little sore, but ready to wrap my brain around a half marathon run.

Bike time: 3:22:07 – 16.6 mph.  My goal was to hit 17 mph, over 1 mph better than last year, but I’ll take 0.7 mph better, and a 9 min PR.


I got off my bike and walked it into transition – it was downhill and a little slippery.  I got to my spot and racked my bike and opened up my T2 bag.  My brain was in a jumble but I removed all the things I needed to remove and put on my run shoes and got my handheld and OMG GRAPE GATORADE.  My plan was to bring it, knowing it would be warm and I’d probably leave it for colder stuff at the aide stations, but after ~40 miles of nothing but lemon lime, and knowing the run course would probably have the same, I took the time to pour it into my handheld and it was like MANA FROM HEAVEN.  I left all the changes of clothes because I was all good, but took the necessary race belt and visor.

I was about to be off, but turned around again and saw what I thought was Zliten heading into transition.   I shouted “Zliten!  I love you!” and jumped up and waved and got going.

T2 time: 3:44.  Last year – 4:09.  I could have been out of there a little quicker without out the PDA, but, whatevs.  25 seconds faster than last year, and I slacked.  I’ll take it.


Ah, my nemesis.  My Achilles heel for 2013 tri season  (thank goodness I never had THAT injury, knock on wood).  This was my wildcard.  I pegged my swim time exactly, I had a very small window of expected bike time, but I had about a 30 minute range for what I could expect to do on the run.  My best half marathon in the last 2 years was around a 2:15.  My worst effort at BSLT was over 3 hours.  I figured I’d be somewhere in between there, but I had no idea what my legs could do without other mitigating factors (brain, nutrition, weather).

I had this detailed plan about what to do if I was feeling great, good, ok, bad, etc, but I threw that out at mile 1.  My plan became: keep trotting as fast as I could.  It was obvious that my legs were too sore to let me go faster than my lungs could handle.  If I couldn’t trot: walk only as long as needed until you could continue trotting.  Lap 1 went very well.  I got out and my first mile was sub 11, and I was feeling great.  I saw Joel and gave him a woohoo and saw that he was feeling rough but still sticking it out.  Then the uphills came and I felt ok and got through it, and hit the turnaround and was like, lap 1 done, 3 to go.  Then, the same stretch that felt awesome was not feeling so awesome, and I popped the 303s and ate some chews and willed my glutes not to cramp any more and JUST KEPT TROTTING.  I saw Brian somewhere in there and he was behind me (? – I had figured he was ahead) but catching up  – I tried to keep going to keep him behind me as long as possible (he’s a WAY faster runner so passing was inevitable – but it was decent motivation to keep fighting).

I finally walked a little bit up the hill after mile 5, but resumed running right after (no surrender).  I trotted back up past mile 6, past the second lap turn around, and gave myself a mental high five for not bonking yet (I fell apart at mile 6 last year).  Lap 3 was kind of a blur.  I think Brian passed me somewhere in there, and I would have LOVED to pick it up and hang on, but I knew the best I could do was KEEP TROTTING.  It was probably my lowest lap, but I still don’t think a smile left my face – the crowd support was so awesome, the people on course were awesome to talk to (and, holy crap, I talked to people instead of just being in my own little world, since I was limited by my muscular fitness rather than being winded…), I was loving all the volunteers.  I walked at one point because my stomach went all crampy, but when it passed I resumed the running, and I did walk the hill again, but I didn’t. give. up.

The best was lap 4.  Every point of the run, I just said goodbye to it.  Goodbye puffy taco restaurant, good bye aide station 1, goodbye turnaround, goodbye nasty hill, thank you and goodbye volunteers… I did walk a bit through and past the aide station but I picked it back up and only let myself walk up the hill again and then it was time to run it into the finish.  I was watching my times tick away but just kept the math going to make sure I wasn’t completely blowing it.  Ok, 6:30 is gone (middle of lap 2), what about 6:45?  Ok, 6:45 is gone (end of lap 3), let’s get in under 7.  I made my way back to the finish, grinning ear to ear, knowing I had smashed last year’s time, my body held out, and I was soon going to get to sit the heck down.

I ran through that finisher’s chute smiling, happy, full of joy.  This was the perfect end to the 2013 tri season – a celebration of all the good, the bad, and the ugly that went into preparing for this race.

Run time: 2:42:06 – 12:22 min/mile.  Last year – 2:50:29.  8.5 mins better.  I had pie in the sky goals of under 2:30, but my run training has been severely lacking this year.  I really feel I ran to the best of my abilities today after 4 hours of swimming and biking.  That’s a whole ‘nother conversation and plan of attack to improve for next time, but I cannot be disappointed with this.

Total time: 6:55:22.  Under 7 hours!  Yahoo!


I am just very proud at how I kept my head positive about 90% of the race and just kept in the moment and just kept smiling and having fun the entire time.  This is the most fun I’ve had at a race the entire year, hands down.  My thought as I got in the water at the swim was about how your race is a celebration of your training.  Well, I’ve had some rough times out there this year, but I was going to get out there and pop some proverbial bubbly and toast my season all over that course and celebrate 2013.  And I did that in spades.  I loved Kerrville and its volunteers and its spectators and the people on the course that wanted to be happy with me and I had a fantastic, memorable day.  And I knocked 29 minutes off my time from last year.  You can’t not smile when you think about that!

The downer was that beer tent closed by the time we finished.  Boo!  I told them to save me one as I rounded the corner for lap 3 (yes, you are about 2 feet away from the finisher area each lap…) and he told me to hurry.  I thought he was kidding!  At least we prepared a contingency plan well…

I felt AWESOME tummy-wise.  No sickies and had an appetite just about right away.  For two days after, I ate all…


…things.  I declared the week after “yes week” – all those social events I usually have to say no to, and went out almost every night.  Then, marathon training resumed and my whole perspective on running has flipped over the last 6 weeks, but that’s another post.

Tri Rock Austin Olympic: Leah’s Recap

The whole week before this race, I was really sick with a tummy bug.  I was hopeful, but there was a chance I was going to DNS (did not start) this race.  The night before I wasn’t feeling well at all, so things were rocky even 12 hours to gun time.

However, in the morning, I woke up feeling intact, so I knew I could at least give it a try.  I did the normal half a starbucks mocha and half a peppermint cliff bar (I’m buying a case when they come back at Christmas) and all seemed to be settling well.  I only got about 6 hours sleep, but it was magical healing sleep, and I was incredibly rested from the week of doing barely anything training-wise, so again, all signs pointed to go.  Leah launch!

We got there, set up transitions, walked the bike pump to the car, found real bathrooms instead of porta potties, and ran back as warmup.  We had 10 mins til transition close at that point so we did final adjustments, sunscreened, and got down to the swim start.  I made some changes to normal race procedure in prep for things I’d like to try at Kerrville, so it would be interesting to see how it went!

We saw Brian and Celeste, said hi, chatted a bit, then it was time for Joel to get on deck so we cheered him off.  Then, I thought I had a lot of time before I started, but we’d read the waves wrong, and I was called to double deck quickly, so I went and then we jumped in the water and found a place not at the front but right behind, and then it was time to race.


The first thing we noticed was NATURE.  Oh my dear fluffy lord – NATURE in ALL CAPS.  This wasn’t just a patch of plants, this was unending and tangling NATURE.  I was glad I had done an open water swim at Lake Pflugerville just two days before which was also nature filled or it may have really bothered me (the lake zombies hide in plants, right?)  I concentrated on keeping a strong stroke even if I was pulling weeds and making sure not to stay on slow feet and get past them.

I did not like the white buoys – they didn’t show up as well to me as the normal orange or yellow ones, especially going towards the sun, and I got off course a few times.  I also HIT a buoy because I didn’t see it and then had to swim under it.  Also, the fact that they were all white – no difference in color between turn buoys and straight buoys – meant I started to cut the course at one point and had to back track.  At the end, I got trapped behind this large guy in a blue tri suit who at that point of this course I not-so affectionately nicknamed the whale, in my frustration.  I tried going left and ran into people, tried going right and ran into more people, so I coasted a bit behind him until I saw an opening and sprinted a bit to find open water and then I was getting pulled up the ramp wearing a lot of nature (seriously, I got undressed at home and half the lake fell out) and I was off to transition.

While it was not all rainbows and sunshine on the swim, there were some happies.  I felt very strong when I was actually going the right way and not running into buoys.  I passed plenty of people, and I even started pretty far up this time.  I’m getting better at sprinting around slower people and not getting stuck and not freaking out when people molest me (accidentally, of course) in the water.

Swim time: 37:39.  Not nearly what I was aiming for, but 2 minutes exactly faster than last year under worse conditions (lake was much lower this year, going off course, etc).


Is it really weird to be pumped up about how your transition went?  If so, call me crazy.  I skipped the sandals (I think I may have kicked this crutch) and ran pretty fast barefoot through the huge transition area to my bike.  I worked on paring down what I had to do this time.  Now that I have a bike bottle, I don’t have to deal with the camelback, which is AWESOME.

I tried two more time savers this time – garmin on the bike (no fumbling getting it on my wrist) and stashing my bike gloves in my bento box instead of fumbling with those before I can go.  I did a practice run with getting the gloves on Saturday, and it worked fine, but the garmin was a last minute change.  I did that two years ago at Kerrville Sprint, forgot it on my bike in T2, and haven’t dared since.  My helmet and glasses were propped up on my aero bars instead of on the ground, which is a little risky if they fall off, but they stayed put and quickly I was running my bike out and up the long path to the mount line.

T1 time: 3:43 (almost a minute better than last year)


I got out, onto the bike, and going.  Thankfully, when Joel had cleaned and lubed the bikes the day before, he had shifted me down into a lower gear, so that was nice (though I quickly got out of it once we got up the hill).  I did the first loop of the bike without even looking at the garmin, just trying to keep a good, solid, steady effort and seeing what that got me.  That got me 17.6 mph, which was 1 mph better than last year.  I was totally great with that. My pie in the sky goal was in the 18 mph range, and I was pretty close.

Usually on looped courses, I have a tendency to speed up each loop, but a few things were working against me:

  • The wind picked up.  It wasn’t Lake Pf wind, but it was noticeable enough that any extra effort I may have put out went into just maintaining what I had built on lap 1.
  • I finished the gatorade in bottle #1 and due to a mixup, I had citrus nuun in bottle #2 instead of more gatorade (it was still frozen, and I figured nuun would be better than water or risking it not be unfrozen by the time I needed it).  I forgot that citrus nuun is just about the most vile thing on the planet so I sipped sparingly (though, this may have been a good thing because I sucked down the first bottle so fast I thought I was going to have to learn to pee on the bike in a very crowded Olympic race).  This also may have lead me to under-nutrition because I had planned on getting all my calories from gatorade, and I was 130 calories light (and I forgot to eat anything to offset).
  • I think my subconscious told me to back off a little and not cook myself for the run since I had been sick all week.  My subconscious was a smart lady.  I don’t remember ever thinking about backing off, but I definitely kept a nice, steady effort instead of escalating like normal.
  • Also, it started getting more crowded and I got crotchety at people.  I don’t know if that slowed me down, but how many times do you have to yell “On your RIGHT!” when someone would narrowly miss me as I was legit passing someone?  Sigh.

A goal was 1:20, and I noted that I wasn’t on pace to beat that halfway through the last lap, but I had a chance to hit my B goal: 1:25, so I stayed on it and got in just in time.  At that point, I felt pretty good, not overcooked, a little tired, but who isn’t after the bike, right?

Bike time: 1:24:43.  17.6 mph.  I am pretty excited about this one – even with the wind and the gatorade mixup and the dudeholes being jerks, I picked up 1 full mile per hour this year, beating last year’s time by over 5 minutes.


I don’t remember this one being particularly speedy, but I didn’t waste any time, and resisted transition gravity.  I noticed the heat suddenly ratchet up about 10 degrees and my legs weren’t really working properly, but forward I went.

T2 time: 3:18.  Faster by about 30 seconds from last year.  However, I could definitely pick this up a little more by running faster.


Got out and going across the grass/dirt area.  Noted that I was was doing very well per the race clock (about 2:09) and hoped I could hold it together on the run.  Tried to let that buoy me up, but I had nothing in those legs and I was already really hot.  At about .75 mile in, I saw Joel turning around and noted that if we both kept pace, we’d both finish about the same time (actually, in retrospect, he was definitely ahead – at my current pace, I needed to speed up) and hoped that also would keep me going.  I ran the first loop just trotting away, trying to stave off heat sickness and the mental demons.

I finished loop #1 in about 36 mins and just willed myself to keep going.  I saw Manu out cheering and that gave me a little boost (thanks Manu for cheering and the pictures!) I passed the finish line and was hot and tired, but ok.  Then, they made us run on the grass through the dirt again.  Something about that just broke me, and I was just getting hotter and hotter.  When I hit the concrete again, somewhere between mile 3.5 and mile 4, I realized there was no shade for quite a while and I had the chills and was feeling yucky, so I stopped to walk.  I passed Joel again just as I started power walking and said “I’m broken” and kept going.  Somewhere in there Brian also passed me, and I had nothing to be able to keep up with him either.

I walked to where there was shade, and tried to run when I hit the shade and it didn’t really work.  I walked to the next aide station and drank every cup someone held in front of my face – 3 waters, 3 gatorades… I had to go back to refill my bottle because I realized I would have nothing for a mile and that wasn’t happening.  Let’s not forget that on the run, I had already downed a full gatorade bottle from mile 1-4, and took water and gatorade at each aide station.  I was doing all the right things, but it wasn’t enough.  Either I was sloshy and nauseous from hydration, or my body wouldn’t function.  This choice sucked.

I ran where I could, walked where I couldn’t, and nothing could get me going fast.  After the week I had, I wasn’t going to push it too hard and risk missing another week or more of training and/or a trip to the med tent, but I can’t deny that some of it was mental too.  My “give a crap” just ran out.  I just watched my run time and pace go from sucktastic to unbelievably sucktastic and tried to at least keep the four letter words under my breath and finally I was up the bridge and down the bridge and around the corner and saw everyone cheering me in and got through the finish and finally, thankfully, it was all over.

Run time: 1:19:02 for 6.2 miles – 12:46 pace.  I’m not sure I’ve ever traversed a 10k that slow in my life, certainly not in a race. :P

Total time: 3:28:32.  2.5 mins slower than last year.  My run was over ELEVEN minutes slower than last year (1:07:56 for 2012)

As normal, Joel won on the bike, Brian won on the run, I won on the swim.  Brian beat Joel by 8 mins, and Joel beat me by 10.  I wish I could say it was all the run, but Joel had a stellar race, keeping almost a 19 mph pace on the bike and only letting me beat him on the swim by 4 minutes.  I would have had to run a 1:09 on the run to beat him, and I just didn’t have that in me, mentally or physically.

My final thoughts:

I am really happy with my gains in swimming and biking this year.  Beating last year’s swim time by 2 mins and bike time by 5 mins even after being sick all week is pretty awesome.  Imagine what I could have done on a perfect day!

I got 90 free seconds this race just by being better at transitions, that’s 15 seconds per mile on the run!  That’s pretty awesome!

I’m considering skipping the July/Aug/Sept hot summer races in 2014.  This year just broke me.  Maybe a sprint here or there, but nothing longer.  I really just have no fun walking the thin line between racing and heat sickness over and over in the dog days of summer.  The training is not really that fun for me either.  I think spending the summer going FAST (5ks, speedwork, shorter sessions) might be the way to go next year.  I feel a sense of JOY getting out for a long run when it’s 60 degrees outside, whereas I feel a sense of DREAD when it’s 80 at dawn and climbing.  Biking and swimming aren’t so bad, it’s just distance running over the summer sucks.  A lot.

This weekend is Kerrville 70.3, and the temps look to be much milder.  I’m hoping that the last few races not being optimal for me will culminate in an awesome A race for me this year!  Stay tuned!

Jack’s Generic Triathlon – Woman vs Nature

While I’ve loved the TX Tri series the last two years, I think I’m going to have to cut the ties next year.  It was a cool, fun goal to finish 6 triathlons in a season, but I really don’t need the motivation to finish that many (this year, we were/are signed up for TEN).  Also, at first, I thought it pushed me to do some races that are outside my comfort zone, and that’s cool and all, but I’ve decided that there’s outside your comfort zone, and there’s stuff you really just don’t want to do.

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Racing an Olympic distance tri on August 4th in suuuuuuper hot weather starting after 8am?  Put this on the latter list.  It’s not that it was all terrible, but the memory of that run will haunt my dreams for a long, long time.


  • Shakeout bike that AM, easy 35 min spin trying out our new speedfill aero bottles
  • Food the day before: pasta w/meat sauce + salad + bread, and a random smattering of snacks like brie and pita later.
  • Spent time with my parents, and had a mostly relaxing day and evening
  • Got TONS of sleep (for a race night), at least 7 hours where I didn’t budge.  Felt super rested in the AM.  Totally different than last year, where I was falling asleep standing up.
  • Thought I was getting sick, but ended up just being allergies from them burning crap in Mexico.  Stupid people burning crap messing with my head, but thank the dear fluffy lord of triathlon that it wasn’t actual illness!
  • Had an oatmega bar, and about half of a starbucks mocha.  Tummy was a little off with the infusion of dairy and caffeine but settled quickly.
  • Got there early-ish (6:15?), but not early enough to get a prime spot (it was totally fine though, Pflug transitions are great).
  • Got a warmup run and legs felt decent, hung out with Zliten and B and B’s mom and then got a warmup swim.
  • Ate my fruit punch sports beans and then it was time to get this show on the road (I was in wave 4).


This was going to be a different experience.  First of all, they started all 89 ladies in one wave, in a tiny narrow corral, and it was a beach run start.  The horn went off, I ended up towards the middle/back and inside, and we ran towards the water and the ladies in front of me kinda stopped and walked.  Hellloooo, it’s a race, I thought, and I high-kneed my way around them until I got into deep enough water to dive in and start swimming.  Then, I ran into more ladies swimming slowly, and I shoved and kicked and fought my way to a patch of clear water just to find my goggles weren’t sealed super well and I had a decent amount of water in the left one.

I had a lot of words going through my head at that point and none of them were nice.  It was pretty high-combat.  On the way back to the beach I finally got my stride, but was dreading that stupid beach run.  It was about 100m across a pebbly, rocky beach, and I decided to brave it barefoot (that was me putting on my big girl panties this race).  I swam until I touched rocks with my hands, got up and out and started the run.  Oddly enough, it wasn’t that bad!  I went fast enough to pass people, but people passed me too.  I ran into the water, stepped on a jagged rock, said “OW FUDGE” (…but not exactly that) loud enough I think some people giggled, and I dived in again for lap 2.

This one was great.  I was regularly passing caps in waves before me, the water had thinned out because the sprint waves hadn’t started yet, and I just generally felt calm, peaceful, productive, and fast in the water.  I think I came out wearing some weeds but otherwise emerged pretty happy with my effort.  Definitely better than expected, and ABSOLUTELY better than I expected about 100m in.

Swim Time: 23:47 for 1000m with 100m beach run.


My sandals were nowhere to be found, so this was another moment of my big girl panties on display here, as I ran to T1 just fine in bare feet.  Note to self – I’m much less tenderfooted during a race than I expect with the adrenaline going.  All went as expected, and it was REALLY REALLY nice to not have to worry about putting on the camelback because I had my new speedfill bottle waiting on the bike!

T1 Time: 2:43 (10 seconds faster than Pflugerville – yay!)


Got out on the bike, had troubles clipping in like a noob, and found my bike in trainer gear (all the way hardest it can go) going up an incline.  Ooops.  Noob, noob, noob mistake.  After costing myself about a minute being dumb, I got going and drank and ate.  I looked at time of day and it was two minutes earlier than expected.  Splendid.  Legs felt good, I felt speedy, and though the zipp wheelie boys with 10k$ bikes were blowing by me, I was passing people too.

Figured out early on my garmin was off again (it must not like tracking distance at Pflug), and just turned it back to HR and time of day screen and worked on ticking off the miles as quickly as possible.  I stayed in aero a LOT (the bottle helped), and climbed the modest hills pretty well, mostly, and I kept pretty close to my goal of 18mph.  I completed the first lap of 12.9 miles in about 42-ish mins and figured if I could hold on and do another 42-3 I’d hit an hour 25 which would blow my anticipated pace out of the water, and I usually get better on lap 2 so I started that one really excited.

Everything was going well and then… I hit a wall of wind on the south section of the course (the longest straightaway, of course).  It was BRUTAL.  There was enough wind to notice the first lap and have to fight a little harder, but it REALLY picked up on lap 2.  I kept losing time and losing time and then all of a sudden, I was coming in and it was later than I wanted.  I lost all that time I banked on the swim and more.  I had another noob moment dismounting my bike on the wrong side, but got it together quickly and over the line and into transition.

Bike Time: 1:31:06 (17.0 mph.  Not what I wanted, but pretty decent considering the wind…)


Went as expected.  Last time it wasn’t hot enough to need a handheld though, and this time it was, so I dealt with that.

T2 time: 1:29 (Pflug was 1:19 – so there’s that 10 seconds I gained on T1 – lost here tinkering with my handheld.  So, total t1 and t2 time – exactly the same as Pflug 2 months ago… hah!)


On the bike, as I kept losing seconds, I reminded myself I still had a shot at a sub-3, but I would have to push the run as hard as I could.  That wind dissipated, the clouds burned off, and it was just me vs THAT RUN.  The feels like was already in the 90s, and this course has ZERO shade.  I had yet to see either Joel or Brian the whole race, but on the first stretch, Brian blew right past me.  In a different universe, I would have tried to hang on and go with him, but he’s definitely a faster runner than I any day of the week and it was early, so I kept clicking along.

I stayed on time of day because I knew it was hot enough that pace would make me mad.  My handheld melted, I saw Joel, I passed Joel, I hung on, and kept clipping away around 11 min miles.  Something happened though, once I passed the finish line for the second lap, I broke.  It was SO HOT and I wasn’t quite doing what I needed to do to hit my sub 3 (I needed to be more like 10:20s), and I could barely keep pace, let alone speed it up.  I told myself to get it together, but it didn’t work.  I then decided that if I didn’t feel better by the bridge, I was going to walk to rest and regroup.

Dumbest decision ever, because OF COURSE I wasn’t going to feel better, so I “broke the seal”.  I walked.  And from there, all I could manage was powerwalking to a point, then running.  Drinking at aide stations until I felt nauseous, running until I felt overwhelmed and light headed.  Powerwalking, then running.  I couldn’t find a sustainable pace at all.  Joel passed me again clipping along sloooooowly, and I may have given up and just walked the darn thing in except I decided that he wasn’t going to finish before me.  So I’d run to catch him, then walk.  Run, then walk.

The last aide station had ICE (glorious ice) and I drank a bunch and it lowered my core temp enough to give me some oomph, I walked until my tummy settled, and then I ran the last half-ish mile.  I blew by Zliten, I passed other people, and kept going, and suddenly there was the finish line.

Run: 1:12:20 (12:03 pace – UGH JUST UGH)

Total Time: 3:11:28

Post race:

Once I was through it and they gave me water and I turned around and Joel was there right behind me and I said “lake” and he said “med tent” (just for ice) and we did those respective things.  We sat in the lake with Brian and his mom, we ate pizza, and we kinda just ranted about the heat.  As per usual, I won the swim,  Joel won the bike, Brian won the run.  Brian finished about 6 mins before me, and I finished 6 mins before Joel.

I wish I had more on that run.  61 mins for the 5.8 miles I tracked is TOTALLY doable for me in a race situation, and that would have gotten me in at 3 hours.  66 mins which should be a WALK IN THE PARK for me would have beat B.  Instead, I just gave up and thank goodness Zliten was there to be my rabbit this time or I might have done worse.

All in all, not my finest race, but I’m very happy with parts of it!

Couples Triathlon – The Hound

Pre race: normal stuff, this is a Decker lake course so nothing too scary about getting there or getting set up. It was nice to get to rack next to Leah since we were in the “married, under 70 combined” division. The only thing that went wrong was I had put a gel in my tri top back pocket to eat about 20 30 minutes before race start, and I forgot about it when I got into the water for a warm up swim. So somewhere in Decker lake is one of my favorite mint gels. Could have been much worse. We did get to see Brian and Elle before the race so it was nice to see people we knew.

SWIM: 23:13:00

We started together, but after about the second marker on the swim course I didn’t see Leah again until the first turn around of the run. She way flying in the water but I just kept swimming my pace.

I think I did good at this race by staying right in the thick of the washing machine until I was out on my own. I certainly didn’t feel like I was in the back of the pack for the swim portion of this race. I had issues with my sighting and probably added an extra 50 – 100m on the swim. I went far out on the last turn marker and the volunteers had to yell for me to come back in a bit. This is probably why my swim was 1 minute and 13 seconds longer than last year. Although, last year I remember getting out of the water and feeling just dead. This year I had it in me to run up the hill!

T1: 3:21:00

I am not sure really what took so long here, It was 37 seconds faster than last year, but I really should not have taken the time to talk to the guy that was on the ground putting his socks on. It is still a good T1 for the Decker Lake location for me.

BIKE: 40:28:00

Great ride, especially compared to the same ride at Rookie just a few months before. Almost 4 minutes faster than May, and it was about 2 minutes faster than the same ride at Couples last year! I have surely gotten stronger on the bike this year. 16.6 mph is respectable for this course. I expected to pass Leah at some point on the ride here. I was holding such a great pace and didn’t think that she was that far ahead of me. I beat her on the bike by a little less than 2 minutes, but she had at least 2 minutes on me from the swim.

T2: 1:46:00

This went OK, I did have an issue where I had too many things in my hand. My visor, hand held water bottle, race belt and number, and I ended up dropping my water bottle and having to run back and get it. Not a biggie, I just need to practice with the handheld for my T2 more.

RUN: 34:00:00

Again, not as fast as last years run, slower by 34 seconds. I am not sure where it was that I lost it here. I felt strong the entire run, I even saved a little bit of extra oomph to get up the hill at the end and as much as I could to sprint it in once I saw the finish.

The best part of the run was getting to see Leah at the first turn around of the run. She was only about 2 minutes ahead of me when I saw her. Our run times were only 2 seconds apart, and I went faster on the bike, but with the super fast swim time she posted vs. my slower swim time the hound never did catch the rabbit.  Maybe next year.


We waited a few minutes for Brian to finish and he smoked us both overall, but yet again, I was faster on the bike, Leah was faster on the swim and he was faster on the run. Maybe there is a relay in our future at some point.

Went home, had some bubbly and fell asleep on the couch watching IronMan videos. So, overall, a great race day for a “C” race.