tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30989845215744340652024-03-13T09:24:05.068-07:00Natalie GallagherWhat would you try if you knew you could not fail?Nathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03216599444449140203noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098984521574434065.post-12807386966579011302013-03-25T22:22:00.004-07:002013-03-25T22:26:58.870-07:00How it is.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For the second season, I am training for Ironman. It is a fully selfish endeavor. I know this, I knew this when I signed up. Last year, I pretended that I was living a "balanced" life. Ha! I went to work, I did the laundry, I fed my husband and my daughter if she happened to be home, I mowed the lawn, I went to church, I visited my parents, my in-laws, I made dates with friends, dates with my husband and daughter, I went on vacation, I was social. But the truth is, most of the time...I trained, and when there was a gap in training I did those other things.<br />
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My entire life fits AROUND my training. To make this truth real, following is an example of a typical day:<br />
- wake up early enough to swim, if that's on the plan = 4:15 AM, throw in a load of laundry on way out the door<br />
- swim 4:45-6/6:15<br />
- shower and prepare for work at gym<br />
- 7:15-3:00 work, all the while eating to recover from my swim/exacting my training plan for after work/eating to prepare for afternoon training session<br />
- ride or run or both 3:15-6-ish<br />
- shower again<br />
- make and eat dinner (shove in "QT" with my husband)<br />
- work on the laundry (gotta have clean training clothes!)<br />
- upload training files and update TP online<br />
- make breakfast and lunch for the next day<br />
- pack training bag for the next day<br />
- text back a friend or two, same with a family member or two<br />
- extra time? read a triathlon blog/journal/review<br />
- go to bed early 9:00-9:30, to be rested to train again<br />
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I don't fully do anything except train.<br />
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I'm a half-ass wife, mom, daughter, sister, friend, and sometimes co-worker. I feel pissy if some one/thing gets in the way of my perfectly planned training. I half-listen to my husband at dinner, my mind on what needs to get done, that I'm not doing because I'm too busy training/recovering/planning to train. I make dates with my daughter/mom/sister/friends/in-laws, but the dates are made after I've seen my training plan for the week, not vice-versa. I skip or leave non-mandatory work meetings that run into my training time. I skip church to swim or run with my team. I spend my weekends making up for missed housework AFTER my training is done. I go on vacation, but I never stop training...I look for races to compete in wherever we go. I don't even stay overnight at my sister's place in Priest if it's not convenient for my training. They plan their lake weeks around my summer races. Some of my so-called "dates" with Greg are solely spent on syncing our training calendars and deciding which family/friend events will work around our training schedules. I'm thinking seriously of hiring someone to mow the lawn this summer for the first time ever.<br />
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My mind is likely 50% occupied with my athletic goals, and 50% occupied with the "balance" of my life. That, and also my husband's athletic goals. We're "there" for each other and supporting one another this season as we both train our way to Ironman in August. Really though, that's not entirely true for either of us. If it came down to his goals vs. mine, would I give up my dreams for his at this point?<br />
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I recognize how crazy and fanatical this lifestyle is right now. Only four months seriously into the training season and I already know that this cannot possibly be my life again next season. I am obsessed with endurance training and racing. It has lit a fire in me that I think I've searched for most of my life. It's a way to escape, focus, fixate, channel energy, release it, and deplete and prove oneself. It's not that I hate my life, that I'm not grateful for my loved ones - friends and family alike. I AM GRATEFUL. I miss my strong relationships. I'm not intentionally escaping something. I'm just in the midst of enjoying a selfish lifestyle.<br />
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This is the part of endurance training that most blogs don't talk about, too busy uploading and analyzing and rearranging training to notice how much our lives revolve around US. This is what destroys marriages and friendships if left unchecked and unchanged. And this is why I think it is the most important consideration, for any aspect of life. I'm already working on next year's goals...to be more present and be closer to a true balance of my life.
Nathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03216599444449140203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098984521574434065.post-4251860163905840922013-01-06T23:05:00.000-08:002013-03-27T09:39:03.351-07:00My Year in ReviewThis won't be the typical 'miles-per-sport' review, but rather a recollection about the remainder of my season from where I left off on the blog last March.<br />
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In May I ran the annual Bloomsday 12k race, for the first time in several years. I had qualified (unexpectedly) for second seed at the St. Paddy's Five Miler, so I was looking forward to starting in a better position and running with my close friend and training partner, Erica. We began the race together, but separated before mile 2 rolled around. I ran a PR time and thoroughly enjoyed the race on a perfect run day!<br />
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Later that month, I ran the Windermere Half-Marathon. Based on my five miler in March and my Bloomsday time, it looked like I could set a PR in the half-marathon distance if I maintained my miles. My good buddy, Nate was looking for an easy long run that day, and I wanted to try being paced - so Nate agreed to run with me! I managed to reach my goal and PR'ed that distance by 6 minutes from last August- thanks Nate!<br />
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In mid-June I competed at the Medical Lake Sprint Tri and finished well- although the race was a little confusing as there were two starts, an hour apart. The swim started off my race a bit rough (mental problems ;), but once on my bike the power was solid, and my three-mile run was speedy enough. <br />
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At the end of July, Erica, Kathi, Ronnie, and I traveled to Penticton to spend a long weekend swimming, riding, and running on the IM race course. We were able to squeeze in a couple of open-water swims, my longest ride to-date (then) of 94 miles, and a few runs along the scenic course. We basically trained, ate, and slept...and caught a glimpse of the opening ceremonies and competition of the Olympics on TV. The weekend was one of my most memorable experiences for last season - and one that I hope to repeat in Whistler this season.<br />
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August was THE month. It marked my first Ironman, an event I will never forget. From January 1 until race day on August 26, I missed ONE planned training session that my coach (Roger Thompson) provided for me. There were weeks that I added a session or two with friends, but I was extremely consistent toward my endeavor to complete Ironman. Going into the season, my goal was not to simply "finish" the race...I wanted to be as strong as I could be on that day and race well. <br />
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I think Penticton is a special place. Greg and I have been going to Ironman Canada for the past six years...either to watch our friends/teammates race, to sign-up, or to do the race. We love the atmosphere because the whole town embraces the athletes and the race. Going early to acclimate before the race was easy and comforting. Erica, Greg, Nate, and I drove up to Penticton on Wednesday afternoon and spent some time riding part of the course to review. Thursday was athlete check-in and a swim and run on the course. Friday and Saturday were pretty much the same...meet up with teammates and do a short maintenance workout, eat, relax, sleep. I felt mostly calm and ready leading up, until Saturday night. I had a moment of sheer fright, a fear of failure and disappointment. Fortunately, it passed quickly and I awoke on race morning ready to go. <br />
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There are 1,000's of little, but powerful memories that come from a day like this and I've had months to let the dust settle since I raced Ironman. So, I'm just going to list my thoughts and then finish this race report...</div>
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<li>People: friends, family - they are what make a memory lasting. MY people are among the most incredible humans to exist. </li>
<li>My biggest fear was of the swim. I like swimming, sometimes I even feel a fondness close to "love" for swimming...but I am not fast. I worked hard this season to get better, but still I knew what to expect time-wise. I've been almost paralyzed with fear at the beginning of a race before. However, I had practiced this season (sometimes unintentionally: see June's sprint race) mostly by eliminating exacerbating factors for the anxiety. It worked. My swim was still slow (duh!) but I was NOT scared and I have a vivid memory of total calm from my IM swim that morning.</li>
<li>Riding along on the flat section at the beginning of the bike course, I was showered, no drenched! with love and affection from Greg, Nate, Merissa, Jessi, Rog, Dave, and Melissa. This made all the difference in <i><b>riding</b> </i>my bike and <i><b>enjoying my bike ride</b></i>.</li>
<li>I had two low points. #1: I expected the bike special needs to appear around mile 60, but I think it was really at mile ~75. I was out of fluid at mile 60 exactly, and I needed to pee. I was a <i>little</i> upset for about 15 miles. #2: Around mile 3 of the marathon, my calves started to hurt pretty badly and my hamstring pain flared up. I knew there was Ibuprofen in my run special needs bag, so I just kept telling myself to keep running and soon I'd feel better. By the time I got to my Ibuprofen, I was almost shuffling...but I never walked. </li>
<li>Roger was at the turn around, running with me a bit and assured me that I could walk whenever I wanted. There was no time goal, no expectation that I had to pursue. I didn't tell him aloud, but I knew I would not walk unless I could NOT run. Shortly after taking the Ibuprofen my legs felt better, I started drinking a little Coke at each aid station, and I finished the marathon happy and pain-free!</li>
<li>The only goal I ever said aloud to anyone was when I told Erica the night before the race that I wanted to finish in the light.</li>
<li>Race day flies by, there is nothing like that time warp.</li>
<li>You meet a lot of amazing people in a long race, all of us hoping to greet the same finish line.</li>
<li>Greg was EVERYWHERE. He showed up about every ten miles on the ride and then basically escorted me through the marathon on his mt. bike, applauding me and calming me along the way. I owe him :)</li>
<li>Cathy, a friend I met at the pool about half-way through the season, worked in transition all day, and hers is the face and voice that greeted me from the start to the finish...she even ran with me during mile 25! </li>
<li>The endeavor to race an Ironman is not easy, but it is worth it. The nightmarish run intervals and pain-inducing power goals, the hours in chlorinated water and time away from home, saying "no" to a tasty cocktail, or going home early...I would not trade the experiences for anything.</li>
<li>The finish line was like a dream: Erica returned to the finish, put my medal around my neck, hugged me and took finisher pictures with me...priceless friendship right there. My mom and Tom were the first I saw at the beginning of the marathon - and I didn't expect them yet! That was a super surprise. Melissa was so happy for me that she was crying when we embraced, so precious. Nate and Merissa high-fived me on the way into the finish, that was awesome. Jessi, Roger, Melissa, Dave, my sister, bro-in-law, mom and Tom were not only at the finish, but also screaming for me as I entered the last mile along Lakeshore Drive, soooo incredible to feel all their love. My incredibly thoughtful friends that made the trip all the way to Penticton just to watch the race: Nate, Merissa, Jessi, Roger, Melissa and Dave. Greg, well he was everything and everywhere for me the whole season. Ironman week, he made sure I was spoiled and well taken care of. He crossed t's and dotted i's that I didn't even know needed it, especially all my bike maintenance. There's no way my journey would have been as seamless or meaningful without his care and utter belief in my ability to have a successful and powerful day. His embrace after the finish was true love. </li>
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In September Roger, Greg and I drove to Oregon and competed in the Portland Tri. I wasn't sure if I had any speed in me at all, but I placed well and had a super fun time racing short distance.
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Looking forward to next season, I have bigger hopes and dreams, races to prepare for...including Ironman Whistler in late August. <br />
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Nathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03216599444449140203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098984521574434065.post-71330380901864242142012-03-29T10:34:00.000-07:002012-03-29T10:34:06.137-07:00Spring Sprint DuathlonThe weekend before this race, I had taken my turn catching a head cold, and wasn't sure that I would be 100% for race day. As the week progressed, I felt better and better each day. Even so, I was still worried that my cold might affect my race performance. The reason I signed up for the duathlon was to test my current speed and strength, and I wanted a fair gauge of my fitness.<br />
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The day before the race, I completed my pre-race ride and run feeling well and ready. <br />
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Saturday morning we got up before dawn and drove the two hours to Lewiston with our friends Nate and Merissa who were also racing. Such a fun way to start a race day!<br />
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We've done races on the duathlon course several times, as the race director puts on at least three races per season that utilize the same bike/run routes. In all my past experiences on the bike course, I did not perform well. As such, I had several small goals for the race: 1) treat each race segment as a separate entity...2 mile sprint run/12 mile sprint ride/2 mile sprint run. I was not going to "save" anything for a later race segment. 2) use my power meter to ensure that I didn't coast down any descents, and didn't over-ride any of the inclines on the way out. Essentially, the bike course is an uphill/headwind out and a downhill/tailwind back. Saturday was an exception, as we had no wind at all during the race. 3) I also wanted to leave no doubt in my mind that I had indeed raced as hard and smart as I am capable of right now. 4) get in and out of T1 and T2 ASAP, since there was only run and bike gear to deal with.<br />
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Once on my bike, I put my head down and rode into the middle of zone 4 for the duration. I maintained my power on the descents, exactly like I planned (and just like my coach told me :). I finally had a decent ride on that course.<br />
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After I racked my bike and ran out of T2, my legs quickly realized they would have to work extremely hard to maintain low 7 minute miles for the last run of the race. I ran as fast as I could and ended up with a major PR on that course, second place in my division, and sixth woman overall. I was relieved that my cold hadn't affected me afterall.<br />
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It's a good feeling to know that I'm getting stronger and experiencing a higher level of fitness so far this season. It's even better to have the privilege of sharing these experiences with my amazing friends and teammates: Greg, Nate, Erica, Merissa, JK, Ginger, Craig, Jarod, Meghan, Matt, and Timmy.<br />
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</tbody></table>Last Sunday was a local run race-the St. Paddy's Five Miler. Since I train by heart rate, power, and time - I generally have no idea what kind of speed I do or do not have unless I race. Thus, I decided to try my running legs at five miles. My goal was to start out as quickly as I felt I could maintain for the duration, instead of my old stand-by of running faster throughout the race. In other words, I wanted to run pretty even splits. I also wanted to push myself hard enough that I was VERY uncomfortable, and know that I had run as fast as I could for five miles early season.<br />
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</tbody></table>I couldn't realistically aim for any lofty time goal, because I honestly had no measure of my fitness...I just follow my training plan every single day. My "worst case scenario" time was 40 minutes. I hoped to run faster than 8 minute miles though, so off I went.<br />
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Next weekend, Lewiston's Spring Sprint Duathlon. I'm hoping I get rid of the terrible cold I have ASAP, and at the very least, before next weekend!Nathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03216599444449140203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098984521574434065.post-72171678062463560702012-02-28T20:33:00.001-08:002012-02-28T20:35:18.346-08:00Lately. In bullets. And pictures.<br />
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<ul><li>Still lovin' long run Mondays-now morphing into Tuesdays because...</li>
<li>Riding trainers with an expert coach and motivating teammates on Mondays. We're working hard and sweating it out</li>
<li>Swimming two-three times a week at my local gym, but totally adoring (and dying at)</li>
<li>An additional coached masters swim on Sunday at Whitworth pool</li>
<li>Group long rides on the weekend, followed by (blizzardy) transition runs and well-earned brunch</li>
<li>My loving husband bought me a power meter for my birthday :)) I didn't ask for it (directly) and I probably don't deserve it, but oh how I wanted it! I'm figuring it out and it's keeping me honest </li>
<li>Skate skiing with teammates at Mt. Spokane</li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The muffins and me</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Nathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03216599444449140203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098984521574434065.post-6659291432161542692012-01-23T18:11:00.000-08:002012-01-23T21:32:07.422-08:00I Love Mondays!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ready to run!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Mondays have lots of potential...a new start and new hope to accomplish goals, meet objectives, and tackle home and work obligations with renewed energy and vigor. Typically and without planning to, Greg and I spend a portion of Sunday evening talking about the "big" tasks for the week ahead=> our training, work, and social schedules. I like to map out my week on Google Calendar and sync that with my iPhone. We're hoping to get Greg on board with that plan soon as well :) So, lots to look forward to and little to complain about at the beginning of a new week.<br />
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Another reason I enjoy Mondays is because that is my designated <b><i>long run day</i></b>! I find myself daydreaming about running while at work...where will I run, will I run with someone or listen to music, can I please run outside, what glorious winter weather will greet me? Today was no exception - in fact, I probably spent more than a reasonable amount of time thinking and talking about my long run. And I wasn't disappointed. Greg and I ran a loop we don't normally do in the bright sunshine and crisp, icy weather near our home. Lovin' it!Nathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03216599444449140203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098984521574434065.post-14895082871162884542012-01-16T16:59:00.000-08:002012-01-16T16:59:40.642-08:00Life is Like a Box of ChocolatesOr like going without a box of chocolates when you really want some :) <br />
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Last week's IM training was basic s/b/r + core strength, but it was solid and good. My main focus, besides building my fitness in all three sports, is definitely swim technique improvement and learning to push myself as hard in the water as I am willing to when riding and running. Of my three swims last week, my best effort was at our Sunday masters swim...I thought I would never get enough air to breathe - the entire workout. Soooo, that's what it feels like to go for it at swim practice? I like it and I want more of it.<br />
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I pretty much stopped blogging after my very disappointing race at California 70.3 last year. But I didn't stop training and after I got healthy - I ended up with a rather happy, successful, and balanced season after all. I even set a few PR's :)<br />
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Throughout the season I swam/biked/ran for endurance, and enjoyed training with some inspiring and dedicated athlete friends. I spent the summer months contemplating registering for IMC, with loads of encouragement from my husband and a few close friends. In August, Ironman Canada 2012 registration approached. So, here I am...at the beginning of eight months of serious Ironman training. And I know I am going to want to share my experience and reflect after the fact. I'm definitely not the first athlete to be in this position, but it is <i>my</i> personal journey toward <i>my</i> first Ironman race. So, follow along with my training and <i>ah ha!</i> moments if you'd like.<br />
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On my way=><br />
I've got a smart, seasoned, and talented <a href="http://roger-thompson.blogspot.com/">coach</a><br />
I took a short, but very unstructured off-season in October <br />
I became and remain serious about core strength this season <br />
Plan to complete two 70.3's and several shorter races along the way<br />
Continue to enjoy my <a href="http://www.brooksrunning.com/">Brooks</a> sponsorship <br />
I'm making some sacrifices:<br />
no alcohol (not a biggie, but still)<br />
plant and protein rich diet (also, pretty much my norm) <br />
sweets restricted, except on my two long days of training/per week, and only minimal consumption<br />
7-8 hours sleep/per night, more when necessary<br />
But hoping NOT to sacrifice family/close friends or caffeine!<br />
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<b>Wishing you all a very happy new year!</b>Nathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03216599444449140203noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098984521574434065.post-69049722323982829022011-04-18T20:12:00.000-07:002011-04-18T22:09:14.135-07:00California 70.3 - Fail<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uE0vzTATKwk/Taz7GIIVHVI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/6kL_t-0DdNI/s1600/ocean.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uE0vzTATKwk/Taz7GIIVHVI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/6kL_t-0DdNI/s320/ocean.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The short version is this: I ended last triathlon season by completing my first half ironman distance race at Troika. With a lot of hard work, a healthy season, and relative ease, I finished that race in 5:50. I had raced smart and conservatively and I looked forward to my next go at the 70.3 distance.<br />
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I signed up for Cali 70.3 last October and trained my ass off all fall and winter long. Round about 6-8 weeks before the race, every ride and run felt like a major struggle. Frankly, I felt powerless. I thought my legs were just overly fatigued and would "snap back" during recovery week.<br />
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I was completely wrong. I finished Cali 70.3 an entire hour slower than Troika. Granted, the swim at Oceanside is in a choppy ocean and the bike course is much more challenging in Camp Pendleton. Whatever. I gave the race all I had, but I just felt bad, again powerless. Not sick, but not 100% well.<br />
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I'm not an excuse maker and when something goes wrong with me, I will always blame myself. Immediately after the race I started finding all kinds of reasons for such a piss poor performance at the race...<i>I didn't recover between race season (this might be true), I should have hired a coach, I should have used a different training plan, I shouldn't have done strength training this season, I need a new bike fit, and so on.</i> My husband had another theory - perhaps my chronic anemia was back, since I hadn't taken my iron in months.<br />
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One blood draw and a doctor's appointment last week said it all: I am severely iron deficient and suffering from anemia. So, though I don't have to change my entire training approach, I am still mad at myself and it really is my fault for not taking care.<br />
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What's next is not entirely clear to me yet, since it could take four months before my iron stores reach a reasonable level. My plan is to finish my three weeks of recovery this Saturday and start building the blocks of smart and healthy training again. I want to feel some power when I swim, bike and run. I look forward to enjoying a long run, not dreading my failure at it. I want to be able to push hard and know I am making progress. I want to <i><b>succeed.</b></i>Nathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03216599444449140203noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098984521574434065.post-26962791852413827962011-02-14T11:12:00.000-08:002011-02-14T21:17:59.031-08:00I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eKdAQG9Tn0U/TVl1_cbP5II/AAAAAAAAAT4/Sa7baLy0XUc/s1600/first.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eKdAQG9Tn0U/TVl1_cbP5II/AAAAAAAAAT4/Sa7baLy0XUc/s400/first.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Last week I had a baaad attitude about my training load, especially riding my bike for seemingly endless hours inside. Just after I revamped my training schedule for the wiser, mother nature came and catapulted me into bike riding heaven. The picture above is from my ride <b>OUTSIDE</b> yesterday afternoon!!! I'm sure I grinned the whole time and my smile was bigger than my face. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There really is no better way to rejuvinate and revive one's perspective about training besides a major change of scenery. Happily, I was not more than ten minutes into my ride when I had to peel off a shirt layer and a pair of gloves. Spokane can provide some of the most beautiful landscapes, especially between seasons = brilliant sunshine + snow covered fields. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The hours I spent on my bike yesterday seemed like mere minutes. Another surprising aspect of getting back outside to ride is the renewed enthusiasm for routes that seemed mundane by the end of the last race season. Instead, I was in awe of all the little details. I even grinned my way up a long, tough hill climb, seriously thankful for the opportunity to embrace the day's warmth on my bike.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I sure hope you had a chance to get out there and ride too!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Well, I'm half-way through my sweet, sugary, blissful, yummy goodness FAST. 100% success so far. The major temptations I have had to overcome include: gooey brownies at Dinner Club night, a HUGE box of Dove chocolates for my birthday, my entire family ordered either chocolatey lava cake or creme brulee at my b-day dinner , a student gifted me red velvet cupcakes, chocolate/cream cheese cupcakes at my birthday party, Davenport's famous soft peanut brittle, donuts in the staff room 2x and a student brought me donuts in class today. Still to overcome: Valentine's Day sweetness. I will admit that I have definitely prayed more in the past 11 days than I have ever before. And that's the whole point!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--xTOWDlIsh0/TVS2G2E-VdI/AAAAAAAAATw/qj3W42puiR0/s1600/COO_CXNHRTCOOK_VdayCook12_VDY_11_PF.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--xTOWDlIsh0/TVS2G2E-VdI/AAAAAAAAATw/qj3W42puiR0/s320/COO_CXNHRTCOOK_VdayCook12_VDY_11_PF.jpg" width="274" /></a></div>In other news, I'm training right along - but I am having a little trouble with my attitude lately. Two weekdays I have very long training bricks to accomplish. I may actually <i><b>hate</b></i> my life both of those days. I tried to get up this morning at 4:00 to get one of my workouts done - but my bed was too warm and comfy to get out of so early. I keep trying to think of ways to reorder my day's activities to fit in the workouts so they cause less stress. Not happening! If it was light earlier in the morning - I'd just get my run done. My resolve for next week is to get my buns outta bed in the early AM and suffer a bit. Also, I should remind myself that this is a life choice :).<br />
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Happy early Valentine's Day to all you sweethearts!!!Nathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03216599444449140203noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098984521574434065.post-77783388308358131382011-02-01T10:54:00.000-08:002011-02-01T10:54:13.038-08:00FAST<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TUhTaqhVIyI/AAAAAAAAATk/UWvkLk9b66I/s1600/prayer_and_fasting_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="195" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TUhTaqhVIyI/AAAAAAAAATk/UWvkLk9b66I/s320/prayer_and_fasting_web.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Today I will start fasting and will continue for 21 consequetive days. My church is engaging in a congregational fast to pray for something specific. I am too. The idea is that I will give up a specific food, habit or activity and every time I miss/crave/think about that "thing," I will say a prayer for someone else. <br />
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I choose to fast from all sweets for 21 days and pray for a person who is very precious to me. This means that I will not eat chocolate, candy, cookies, (cup)cakes, pie, birthday goodies, Valentine's Day treats or anything that I would consider delicous, sugary bliss. <br />
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So if you notice me acting forlorn, lethargic, mean, grumpy, moody, despondent, nervy, resentful, defeated or miserable - maybe you should start praying for <em><strong>ME!</strong></em>Nathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03216599444449140203noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098984521574434065.post-82990291802660534082011-01-30T17:47:00.000-08:002011-01-30T17:47:05.211-08:00A Fun Reprieve<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TUYUSIztkqI/AAAAAAAAATM/d3vUjjZROsc/s1600/crew.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="217" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TUYUSIztkqI/AAAAAAAAATM/d3vUjjZROsc/s320/crew.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I think it was about four years ago when Greg and I first attempted skate skiing. We tried to learn by skiing in the dark, on frozen trails with a small beam of light coming from a head lamp. I did not ski well and felt like it was entirely too challenging for my liking. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TUYUaVRZDEI/AAAAAAAAATQ/FKptTZsXdwI/s1600/goofs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TUYUaVRZDEI/AAAAAAAAATQ/FKptTZsXdwI/s320/goofs.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Yesterday I got another go at it - and it was incredible! Fitness Fanatics, our local (crack shop) triathlon store provided two instructors for our tri club to ski at Mt. Spokane. Fourteen of us met with skate skiing gurus, Caroline and Brian, and received careful and fun instructions on the fundamentals of skate skiing. Conditions were awesome...snowfall with huge, downy flakes, a bit of ambient fog and lots of enthusiastic teammates. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TUYUg8-m1wI/AAAAAAAAATU/fLE3e3U8zL0/s1600/greggy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TUYUg8-m1wI/AAAAAAAAATU/fLE3e3U8zL0/s320/greggy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Greg, Nate, Curt, Christine and I enjoyed our lessons so much that we skated around the mountain trails for another 1.5 hours afterward - increasing our skills and the fun factor by a big bunch. I'm so glad we tried it again, and both Greg and I got a better taste of the sport. Skate skiing is definitely an exciting cross training alternative that I will be enjoying again very soon.Nathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03216599444449140203noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098984521574434065.post-82532336893131002312011-01-06T22:10:00.000-08:002011-02-01T10:58:23.323-08:00What's up.I realize I haven't posted anything new since Thanksgiving. Honestly, it's not because nothing has happened in my life in the past 6 weeks, or because I have nothing to say. It's just been busy, busy, busy.<br />
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</tbody></table>We had an amazing Christmas celebrating Christ's life with our family and friends! Lyara has been home for two weeks, and we are absolutely loving her company. <br />
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</tbody></table>I'm happy to welcome the new year feeling energized and ready to embark on a more structured and focused training plan. As a nice bonus, I've been sponsored by <a href="http://www.brooksrunning.com/"><u><b>Brooks</b></u></a> again for the upcoming tri season and I am so excited to represent the best running company in 2011!<br />
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Although I didn't officially take any time "off" from training, I did enjoy an unstructured training schedule from October through December. I continued swim-bike-run workouts, but I also indulged in yoga, mountain biking, and snow shoeing. In early October, I added in strength training for endurance. Strength training is now a very regular and important part of my weekly plan, month after month.<br />
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We've also hosted several HLR's at our home that always prove to be spectacularly fun and social.<br />
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</tbody></table>Now I'm full swing into triathlon training again and trying to balance my life. While swim-bike-run is important to me and a passion that my husband and I share, I remind myself NOT to let the numbers of training take over the other numbers of important people, and time shared with them, in my life. Today, after I rode my bike for XX:XX and got ready to meet a friend to run for a while, I contemplated how much <b><i>time</i></b> I spend watching <i><b>time</b></i> go by, either in the water, on my bike or during a run. Then I thought, what else would I be doing that is healthier, more entertaining or equally social, if not working out? As long as I don't neglect my family or friends, work or domestic responsibilities - I'm glad this is what I put my extra energy and time into right now.<br />
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Do I have big triathlon plans this year? No, not really - I just want to work super hard, stay healthy and do well. After completing my first half-Ironman last year at Troika, I discovered (again) that endurance training and racing makes me really, really happy and satiated. My first "A" race is at Oceanside, California 70.3, where I will get my ass handed to me by highly skilled and very tanned Californians! Beyond that race in early April, I'd love to do the REV3 Half-Ironman in Oregon and a couple handfuls of local and other triathlons, along with a smattering of run races too. <br />
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About fifteen months ago, me and two of my gorgeous friends, Jessi and Tiff, created our own "dinna club!" We've been feeding each other's families week after week since last October with nothing but delicious, healthy, hearty recipes. If you're interested in saving time and money and want to get creative plus enjoy the art of cooking...check out our blog at <br />
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I hope 2011 is filled with new memories made by family and friends, invigorating training sessions, delicious meals, and abundant love for you!Nathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03216599444449140203noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098984521574434065.post-70820665521181921062010-11-29T20:34:00.000-08:002010-11-29T22:11:47.776-08:00Thank-FULL<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TPRom0U_tSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cPs1fyiBfGM/s1600/lyandme3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TPRom0U_tSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cPs1fyiBfGM/s320/lyandme3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>This is a pic of me and my AHMAZING daughter, Lyara. She absolutely <i><b>MADE</b></i> Thanksgiving. As my friend, Jessi would say, "I die." BTW, those are not her glasses, nor do they contain lenses - that's just how she rollz.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TPR9y1BmlCI/AAAAAAAAARE/xOBj-UakMWg/s1600/turkeytrot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TPR9y1BmlCI/AAAAAAAAARE/xOBj-UakMWg/s320/turkeytrot.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Greg and I got up in the morning and ran our annual, traditional Turkey Trot at Manito Park with several other <strike>turkeys</strike> teammates in frigid 12 degree temps and also gobbled up a donut at Krispy Kreme (we <b>had</b> to, it's tradition ;). Then we cooked the green bean casserole, simmered the cranberries and baked the rolls. But what I really cared about and obsessed over all day was the arrival of my daughter from Portland, where she moved two months ago. Spokane was literally in the middle of a blizzard and I was nervous waiting and worrying that Lyara arrive safely to be with us for the holiday.<br />
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Thanksgiving dinner with my husband, daughter and family was relaxing and cup-filling. I don't see my sisters often enough, along with their five kids. No matter, we fell into place with each other and picked up the jokes and hugs where we'd last left off.<br />
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We adults had some fun too, cooking and cleaning to the music - dancing with each other and embarrassing our babies by dancing with them. Thanks, mom and dad for providing your home and hearts to share with us. My family has an incredible gift of accepting and loving each other just the way we are. This means the world to me because while I adore my sweet daughter and don't give a lick if she shaves her head or wears dreads, or conforms to the typical young adult norms, the rest of the world is not always so kind. However, my people are a group of distinctly unique and wonderful humans, loving us unconditionally.<br />
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There are SO, SO many people in my life to be thankful for - and the <b><i>people</i></b> are all that matter. I indulge in material "things" and I'm not denying it. I am simply acknowledging when it comes right down to the heart of gratefulness and Thanksgiving, it is only the people that make it so. I hope your holiday was as memorable and lovely as mine.Nathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03216599444449140203noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098984521574434065.post-77536247952796662452010-10-20T23:11:00.000-07:002010-10-20T23:26:40.944-07:00Five Greats.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TL_YGWc9P3I/AAAAAAAAAPs/rdCQxjTatxU/s1600/mtbike.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TL_YGWc9P3I/AAAAAAAAAPs/rdCQxjTatxU/s320/mtbike.JPG" width="320" /></a>Recently I read a blog post about how this time of year can be really stressful. You know when the tri season ends, The holiday rush begins ($ is spent), people get sick, days "grow?" shorter, motivation runs low. The keys to remaining calm and sane are different for everyone. What works for me, may not work to de-stress you. But the blogger suggested that instead of focusing on stresses or negativity, focus on <i>five greats</i>. Name five things that make your life great <u>right now</u>. I liked this idea and making this list <i>did</i> make me feel better:<br />
1) Any correspondence with my daughter - texts, calls, emails, Facebook chats.<br />
2) Sunshine and warm afternoons; amazingly still making appearances daily.<br />
3) Espresso in the morning. Now I'm making mine hot, with non-fat milk and caramel syrup, yum.<br />
4) Mountain biking...I said I'd <b>never</b> be into this, but since the first time... I am <i>in love</i>.<br />
5) Train's song, "Marry Me." Sooooo sweet. Seriously, I will listen to it at least one more time before I go tuck myself into bed.<br />
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(Sometimes, my <i>greats</i> combine and grow exponentially <i>greater</i>, as pictured above - sunshine, warmth and mountain biking :) <br />
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</div><div style="color: magenta;">What are your <i>five greats?</i></div>Nathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03216599444449140203noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098984521574434065.post-17451806768713678492010-08-19T16:19:00.000-07:002010-08-19T16:19:42.527-07:00Schmuckleberries!Last weekend Greg and I had a mini-vacay up at Schweitzer mountain with some super fun and adventurous friends...<br />
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<ul><li>go hiking, aka climb to the top of Schweitzer mountain (as<span style="background-color: black;"></span> we<span style="background-color: black;"></span> did, and it only took us 6 hours since we were also picking berries all the way to the top)</li>
<li>ride the lift back down the mountain (check!) it was gorgeous and there was a wedding in progress at the very top </li>
<li>pick huckleberries (and how!)</li>
<li>eat huckleberries (can you say huckleberry pancakes and huckleberries on top of cream cheese icing on zucchini cake?)</li>
<li> have a picnic on the mountain (breathtaking and delicious, WAY better than eating inside, anywhere!)</li>
<li>relax, at night only! </li>
<li>laugh A LOT, many times laughing AT me, see below</li>
</ul>I'm happy to say that we managed to do everything on our list and then some! <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TG27FyGNzLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/GD8jnZluDP8/s1600/us%21%21.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TG27FyGNzLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/GD8jnZluDP8/s320/us%21%21.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>A particular highlight for me was a little seemingly innocent conversation I had with Emma. Here's the setting=> On Friday night we stopped at Arby's in Sandpoint, where the boys all ordered huckleberry shakes. While chatting with the manager of Arby's, we learned that they received their huckleberry supply from a local picker, he charged between $30-40 per gallon. Emma has been saving her money for the past 6 months to purchase her very own iPod Touch. She has worked very hard to earn this money, including rubbing feet, stacking wood, saving birthday money, weeding and various other "jobs" around her home. When Emma heard that huckleberries cost $30-40/gallon, a little lightbulb went off in her brain! Both Saturday and Sunday we all spent some time picking mountain huckleberries. At random times, Emma would ask how many "dollars" worth of huckleberries she had picked. After we finished picking the last of our huckleberry crops, as we were walking down the mountain toward the condo, Emma and I enjoyed some chit-chat. It went something like this...<br />
<b>Emma: </b> "How much do you think I should charge for a half-gallon of my huckleberries?"<br />
<b>Naive me: </b> "Well, maybe you start by telling me what you think is a fair price, then I'll tell you my opinion."<br />
<b>Emma: </b> "I was thinking between $20-25 dollars is fair."<br />
<b>Stupid me:</b> "If you average it out, that equals $22.50."<br />
<b>Emma:</b> "That sounds perfect. Thank you so much, Matalie!"<br />
<b>Dumb-ass me:</b> "Did <i>I</i> just <i>BUY</i> your huckleberries??"<br />
<b>Emma: </b> "Yes, and thank you so, so much!" "I love you."<br />
<b>Jessi:</b> "Not to make you feel badly, but you just outbid me by $7.50. Earlier I offered Emma $15 for the huckleberries."<br />
<b>Silly ho me:</b> "I'm a dumb-ass." <br />
<b>Everyone, <i>but</i> me:</b> Unbridled fanatic laughter.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TG26R6nysZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/g_jiqDt7ow0/s1600/P8190232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TG26R6nysZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/g_jiqDt7ow0/s320/P8190232.jpg" /></a></div>If you know Emma Thompson, you also know that one never messes with his/her commitments to her. So, when we got back to Spokane that evening, Emma gently reminded me that I owed her money for the huckleberries I had redeemed from her. She even reminded her mom, Jessi, to text me her credit union account number so I could DIRECT DEPOSIT her cash! You bet I did too :). Love her!!!<br />
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Today, Emma and I had a play date to bake a huckleberry crisp. We will share the crisp with her family, the Byrds and my family, since it's my turn to make dinner for the Dinna Club. She's a champ and made the crisp by herself, with very little help from me. YUM! <br />
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In April, I still hadn't decided which race would be my first half. I was toying with Boise, Troika and Lake Stevens. As luck would have it, the decision was left to luck. At our Tri Fusion meeting in mid-April, a race entry for Troika was raffled off. I did not win that raffle. Instead, I won another prize, a product that I am very well supplied with already. The Troika entry kept getting turned down. Finally, when one of my teammates was hedging on accepting the entry, I offered to trade her prize for my prize. She gladly accepted my offer and I was finally committed to an half IM race!<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TFkHpXWss-I/AAAAAAAAANo/e3QKC45HwR4/s1600/natswim2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TFkHpXWss-I/AAAAAAAAANo/e3QKC45HwR4/s320/natswim2.JPG" width="214" /></a>I'm one of those people that needs to be VERY prepared when doing something unknown, challenging or extremely important. Because of this, I was already following a training plan that was somewhat aggressive on mileage/time spent training, to get myself ready. I worked my way through three different training tables from the beginning of the season until race day: a sprint plan until March, then onto the Olympic plan through April; to finish with the half IM plan. I also left myself room to participate in random longer training sessions with teammates and friends and race some fun, local venues. I wanted to enjoy training and learn from athletes with experience. I needed lots of solid swims, rides, and runs.<br />
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All of the preparation proved to be very physically and mentally helpful. I'm not saying I never had a "downer" day/week of training or that I felt 100% confident I would finish the race. I will say that on the last day of training before the week of taper began, when I finished a triathlon followed by a long ride, I finally felt like I just might make it. Waves of built-up doubt left my mind.<br />
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Taper week seemed so boring. I felt like a person without a purpose. Absolutely lame, I know. But I kept my nutrition in check, followed my plan and waited patiently. The day before the race, I listened to the advice of my experienced (and successful!) husband and focused on a specific race plan. Nerves eventually crept up on me again about 15 hours before the race.<br />
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I managed to sleep almost 7 hours that night and woke up thinking, "I should be excited, this is going to be an amazing adventure, no matter what!" And so I was. <br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TFj_jAmTkMI/AAAAAAAAANY/HsUOAMYObjI/s1600/troikabike1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TFj_jAmTkMI/AAAAAAAAANY/HsUOAMYObjI/s320/troikabike1.jpg" width="320" /></a><b>Race Day </b>(I know, finally, right?)<br />
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Publicly, I had NO time goals for Troika. My only real expectation for myself was to finish the damn thing already. Get it over with, please.<br />
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<b><i>Swim:</i></b> I figured logically that the swim would take me 45 minutes. In previous Olympic distance races I had completed the swim within 36-38 minutes, but I had made some improvement. I really wanted to avoid feeling overly anxious at the swim start and swim steady throughout. I was able to do that. Before starting, Greg had suggested that I begin kicking harder and really push it in at the last buoy before shore. Right about then, I got this horrible feeling that I had already been out there for 52 minutes and my time was gonna suck. But when I got out of the water, I checked my HR monitor and it read 42 minutes! I gave a little fist-pump as I ran to T1 and let my family/friends know that I had exceeded my private goal. Just then a smile on my face appeared and remained for the duration of my entire race :)))). <br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TFkIaczB19I/AAAAAAAAAN4/xZo9BGW42Ro/s1600/natbike3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TFkIaczB19I/AAAAAAAAAN4/xZo9BGW42Ro/s320/natbike3.JPG" width="214" /></a>I have to mention that I had the most incredible and loving support crew beyond belief at this race! SERIOUSLY. My husband, Greg, had <i>every.little.thing.</i> dialed in for me for race day. He had a ton of confidence in me. He loved me up all day long, with unexpected sightings of him throughout the course and whoo-hooing I've never heard from him before! Carrying me from the swim all through the bike to finish my run, with hooting and hollering, making me look like a rockstar by encouraging me and cheering with all their might at the race were: Tiff, Eric, Steve, my mother-in-law, Trish, John, Jessi, Rog, Emma, my mom, step-dad, Rosi, Barb, Tim, Andy, Elise :), Nate, Merissa, Jenn, Adam, Gg, Dd, Craig, Kathy, Eric, Brynn, Teri, Laura, Phaedra, Amy, Jeff, and Rodger. <br />
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<b><i>Bike:</i></b> My plan on the bike was to ride in HR zones high 3-low 4. I'd used my label-maker to post stickers on my handlebars with those 2 zones only, to keep me totally focused. I was able to maintain exactly what I planned. Since I had ridden between 56-70 miles at least a half-dozen times during training, I expected the ride, at my target HR zones, to take 3:05-3:15. There were times when I wanted to pedal harder, go faster and stand up on the hills, but I heeded the advice I'd been given and stuck to the plan. I really only felt a lull in the ride from miles 45-finish, because basically everyone out cheering had gone into town to get ready for the run leg of the race. I finished the mileage in 3:02 and I was still smiling!<br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TFkNifT2HkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/pY4xJ-I34hQ/s1600/ontherun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TFkNifT2HkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/pY4xJ-I34hQ/s320/ontherun.jpg" width="320" /></a><b><i>Run: </i></b> Typically, the run of any triathlon is the part I am most looking forward to racing. The run is where I have the most experience. I did not feel the same about the half IM distance. Running a 5K or 10K after biking your legs off for 30 minutes or an hour is not comparable to running a half-marathon after 56 miles of riding and 1.2 miles of swimming. While training recently, I'd run 13.1 miles in 1:47 and 15 miles in a bit more than 2 hours. To put the run into perspective at the end of an endurance race, I wanted to finish in 2 hours or less. Greg, Jessi and Erica had advised me to start out running conservatively, take in all the nutrition I had planned, and stay steady until about mile 10. With 3 miles to go, I was to pick up my pace (if I could) and finish strong. I ran mostly in HR zone 4 and had no idea my pace whatsoever. I didn't even care. I just smiled my way up and down the run course, congratulating every racer that I ran by, coming and going.<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TFj_tSYoQSI/AAAAAAAAANg/0frgzjBILQM/s1600/troikafinish1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TFj_tSYoQSI/AAAAAAAAANg/0frgzjBILQM/s320/troikafinish1.jpg" width="225" /></a>Again, I followed my plan and felt pretty good the whole run. In the last three miles, I picked up the pace and ran with my heart, so happy to accomplish a goal that I'd prepared diligently to finish. I'd pictured the finish line only a zillion times before, but I didn't expect to feel so happy and loved as I did. An entire hillside was loaded with my family, friends and teammates as I approached the finish chute. The sound of cheering was ENORMOUS and unbelievable!<br />
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As I de-briefed the race, I checked my run split...1:59:59! My secret, told-no-one, overall finish goal was to not exceed 6 hours. Total time = 5:50. It's good enough for me!<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TFkNNa0DBxI/AAAAAAAAAOI/E9GN6eH-aUU/s1600/usall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TFkNNa0DBxI/AAAAAAAAAOI/E9GN6eH-aUU/s320/usall.jpg" width="320" /></a>I wasn't the only one out there trying to either make peace with the half IM distance, set a new PR, or try it for the first time. My good buddy, Matty accomplished a major PR at Troika, overcoming some demons that have chased him before, but no more! Congrats to a much deserved solid race, long and strong :). Erica (pictured with me far above), one of my fantastic friends and a fast lady that is crushing the field this season, also endured Troika for a solid PR and a first place in her AG! She amazes me all the time. Rene joined me in the first timers club and finished in a highly respectable time! Way to go, man.<br />
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Many friends commented on my permanent grin for the entirety of the race. I was truly happy to have the health to participate at Troika on Sunday. I value my life and what I have been given and the people God has blessed me with who make me who I am.Nathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03216599444449140203noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098984521574434065.post-45570128247266612532010-07-29T10:13:00.000-07:002010-07-29T21:54:27.698-07:00Ho Hum, Pig's Bum.<div style="text-align: left;">This is a mish-mash post:<br />
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We've been busy-busy lately, doing all the usual summertime activities. However, this week I find myself a little bit bored. I hate to admit this, because of course there are a zillion people that would love to have a teacher's summer schedule. Additionally, I could probably better spend my time being productive instead of writing a blog post about being bored. It's my time though, so I'll whine if I want to ;).<br />
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I think I'm bored for two reasons: 1) I'm on a training taper this week, and 2) my daughter is spending the summer in Portland. Summers past we have always spent tons of time together. I've only seen Lyara twice since June, and I miss her! I visited with her today, but I missed her before she even left the car to go. Oh, I do hope my sweet girl comes back to stay so soon! <br />
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Last weekend Greg and I got to participate at a triathlon in Coeur d' Alene. Many of our teammates also competed at the race, making it a blast! I only had one goal for the tri...to be faster than last year on the same course, and I was. I'm not sure Greg had a goal, since he hadn't done this race previously. Nonetheless, he raced fast and strong! This season he's been more laid-back about his training than ever, yet he seems to garner terrific results and remain just as speedy as always. My teammies raced very well too and sure added loads of excitement to the race!<br />
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Since last October, two darling friends of mine and I have been doing a weekly "Dinna Club." Tiffany, Jessi and I take turns making dinner for each other one night each week. When it's my night, I prepare the food with all its fixings and then deliver it in time for dinner. Tiff and Jessi do the exact same. And we make enough for at least two meals. Meaning, I only really cook dinner three nights/week! It's genius and has certainly simplified nightly meals for us all. The three of our families are athletic and health-conscience, so we make sure to provide meals of high-quality lean meats, whole-grains, fresh veggies, low-fat and low-cal food. Participating in the club has caused me to become more creative and knowledgeable in the kitchen. Greg and I definitely look forward to the dinner deliveries, because we know that Tiff and Jessi are fantastic cooks! <br />
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One meal that was a "Dinna Club" crowd pleaser is fish tacos. I'm not a big fan of fishy tasting food, and it took me making my own tacos to like the idea. So, please give this healthy, fresh dish a try!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Fish Tacos</b></div><br />
<i>Ingredients:</i><br />
1/2 red onion, sliced thin<br />
1 cup red wine vinegar<br />
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1/3 cup olive oil <br />
1 teaspoon of ancho chili powder<br />
1 teaspoon of smoked paprika<br />
1/2 teaspoon of cumin<br />
1/2 cup of cilantro, finely chopped<br />
salt<br />
1 avocado, sliced<br />
1/2 cup shredded colby-jack cheese or crumbled feta<br />
16 oz. bag of fresh coleslaw salad, undressed<br />
1 lime, cut in wedges<br />
8-10 corn tortillas<br />
1/2 cup Mexican crema (homemade)<br />
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<i>Preparation:</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="instructions"><b>Marinate the Onion</b>: Put the onion in a small bowl and pour in enough red wine vinegar to cover well. Set aside for at least 30 minutes or up to several hours. </div><div class="instructions"><br />
</div><div class="instructions"><b>Marinate the Fish</b>: Pour the olive oil into a small bowl and add the ancho chile powder, paprika, cumin, chopped cilantro, and a bit of salt. Mix well. Place the fish in a tupperware container and pour the marinade over it, making sure to coat the fish well on both sides. Allow to marinate for at least 20 minutes, I marinate mine for an hour or more. </div><div class="instructions"><br />
</div><div class="instructions"><b>Cook the Fish</b>: Heat a nonstick sauté pan over medium-high heat. Remove the fish from the marinade and place in the hot pan (I lightly spray the pan with olive oil). Cook the fish for 4 minutes undisturbed, then turn over, and cook for another 4 minutes. Remove the pan from the heat and flake the fish in the pan with a fork, making sure to mix in all the marinade that has stuck to the bottom of the pan. Check for seasoning and add more salt if necessary. Set aside. </div><div class="instructions"><br />
</div><div class="instructions"><b>Heat the Tortillas</b>: Place four of the tortillas on a plate and sandwich them between two slightly dampened sheets of paper towel. Microwave on high for 45 seconds. Repeat with the remaining tortillas.</div><div class="instructions"><br />
</div><div class="instructions"><b>Assemble the Tacos</b>: Place a corn tortilla on a plate, add 1-2 ounces of fish, drizzle lime juice on the fish, top with cheese, marinated onion, coleslaw and avocado slices, then drizzle mexican crema over the top. Bueno!</div><div class="instructions"><br />
</div><div class="instructions"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I may be "bored" this week, but I DO have a long list of things I'd like to accomplish around my home this summer. And I'm not sure I've done any of them yet!<br />
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</div><div class="instructions"></div><div class="instructions"></div>Nathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03216599444449140203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098984521574434065.post-48022908162625839782010-07-20T00:03:00.000-07:002010-07-20T00:03:36.577-07:00Humility.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TEVJ8kLh1eI/AAAAAAAAAMw/21WrsDfjw0I/s1600/Humility.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TEVJ8kLh1eI/AAAAAAAAAMw/21WrsDfjw0I/s320/Humility.jpg" /></a></div>I apologize.<br />
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Lately, it has occurred to me that I spend entirely too much time talking about myself. This blog included. Ya, I know it's MY blog and that's what people do. BUT. My original intent for this space was to talk about my loved ones and what every one is up to, how THEY'RE doing, even how WE are all doing together perhaps. Then, it became this thing where I posted all my triathlon training highlights and race results with an occasional, but heartfelt post regarding someone else in my life. <br />
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That is NOT who I want to be.<br />
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Recently I've been around some amazing people, that do ridiculous things with their lives and they don't spend forever updating their status with their latest race stats, or blog about that superfluous info. either. They use their time to BE. With the people they like and love. I respect that, a lot, because it's respectable.<br />
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Please understand that I am NOT in any way judging, outing, demeaning or condemning folks that do enjoy updating their status with their stats, or blogging about their accomplishments. No. Not doing that. Nor am I stating that I won't ever update on FB or write a new blog post. I just won't be focusing on my exact training or racing statistics or newest accomplishments. <br />
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I was chatting with a friend the other day and sort of jokingly said, "I still want to make my momma proud." I wasn't really kidding though. When I look at life and I think about what my purpose really is, I know that God's plan for me is to just care deeply for people, to be a positive presence wherever I am. Not to go around showcasing my so-called "accomplishments." Yes, doing triathlons and hitting new athletic milestones is part of my life, and of course I want to improve as long as I can. But do you REALLY need to read or hear all the extraneous details about me? Do I really expect you to care? I'm sorry that I spent so much of your time writing about myself before. <br />
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There are so many genuinely important events to talk about. Like when my daughter came to town last week, after being away for three weeks to Portland, and we got to spend some glorious hours together. Just chatting, catching up, loving on each other. My daughter is an amazing young lady, with artistic talent and charisma galore. She's beautiful inside and darling too. She's nothing like me, but so much like me. No one else makes my heart jump and start like her. She's a tremendous gift. I dropped everything to see her that day, I always will. Lyara REALLY matters.<br />
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And when my mom went to Seattle with me for the weekend. We live in the same city, twenty minutes apart. She is always telling me how busy I am and she hates to call and interrupt me. One day I realized she meant it. So, we planned a trip together. Drove to Seattle, shopped, visited her brother, talked endlessly and focused on each other. We're planning a trip to New York for next summer. My mom's a tough lady and someone I admire and adore. Her life hasn't been an easy one, but she is vibrant, funny and lovely. Oh, my mom, she matters.<br />
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As for my uncle, I hadn't seen him in a year and he just lives on the other side of the state. He lives alone and my mom and our family are his only surviving relatives. He has a memory so poignant that it shocks me sometimes. He loves to reminisce about the past and can recall great stories about all of us. His laugh is hysterical and infectious. Uncle Eric matters.<br />
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My brother, Ernest. I rarely talk about him. He died over four years ago, so it's fairly painful to mention him. I miss him terribly, he was my only brother. We used to build forts and ride bikes together. My dad would take us fishing at Seven Mile and then we'd enjoy donuts and hot chocolate at the Spud Nut. He was an inventor and had patented and sold three different inventions before he left. He loved cats, just like my mom. He mattered to us all, he still does.<br />
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A list like that could go on and on. I've got a husband, sisters, a step-father and endless others that matter in my life. The point is, I spend an extraordinary amount of time DOING what I mean to be doing. I don't need to go around and display it for you all. I want to get this blog back to what it was intended to be. About my people, not my self. Nathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03216599444449140203noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098984521574434065.post-38175756166925464592010-06-20T22:20:00.000-07:002010-06-20T22:30:05.660-07:00For him.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TB71zty1eaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ffgLYXHz9Ok/s1600/greg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TB71zty1eaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ffgLYXHz9Ok/s320/greg.jpg" /></a></div>Today is our anniversary of many years together and also Father's Day! These two holidays happen on the exact same day every so often, and we really never get to celebrate properly. Twice I think our anniversary has actually landed on IM Cd'A as well, when Greg was competing. This time, it was a day beginning at 7 am to volunteer for our triathlon club's kids' triathlon until noon, and then preparing our home and a dinner for our fathers to celebrate their special day. But, I still want to be a little mushy and just share a bit about my amazing husband, and the real dad of my daughter, Lyara...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TB71qnH6hcI/AAAAAAAAAMI/EsXIttOsRNg/s1600/scary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TB71qnH6hcI/AAAAAAAAAMI/EsXIttOsRNg/s320/scary.jpg" /></a></div>I met Greg a really long time ago, when I was living an entirely different, sad life. I had recently left a very physically abusive man, I was putting myself through college and raising my 4 year old daughter. Greg was the brother-in-law of one of my closest friends, and attending the same college I was tutoring at. Long story short, I eventually ended up working with Greg at college and one day he asked Lyara and I out to watch a kids' movie with him. We went, and we never stopped seeing Greg after that first date.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TB72NocEh4I/AAAAAAAAAMY/nNdtfM1fO8k/s1600/cute.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TB72NocEh4I/AAAAAAAAAMY/nNdtfM1fO8k/s320/cute.jpg" /></a></div> Dating me wasn't easy. I came with relationship wounds; a small child; high expectations for a completely different, better life; tough skin and, well; lots of clothes. Greg did not disappoint us. He let me heal, tried to help and left me alone to do what I needed to do, when I needed that. He fought hundreds of hard fights with my ex and ended up wounded himself sometimes. He never. once. gave. up. Never said he couldn't take any more and that we just weren't worth it. Ya, he's THAT kinda man.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TB72cm3tG7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/xyIAvsnHdBA/s1600/treeus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TB72cm3tG7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/xyIAvsnHdBA/s320/treeus.jpg" /></a></div>After 3 years of dating, loving on me and Lyara, Greg asked me to marry him. Of course, you know I said yes :). We had a spectacular wedding and then he wisked me off to an outrageous honeymoon in London. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TB71k_YH0cI/AAAAAAAAAMA/J_CUbwhAjpk/s1600/hawaii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TB71k_YH0cI/AAAAAAAAAMA/J_CUbwhAjpk/s320/hawaii.jpg" /></a></div>Twelve years later, I have more respect and love for Greg than ever. He's a helluva husband and the best damn dad my daughter could have. We're nearly "empty-nesters" and enjoying the newlywed kinda life we didn't exactly have in the beginning, and having a blast! Happy Anniversary and Happy Father's Day, my love.Nathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03216599444449140203noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098984521574434065.post-55208956783387607092010-06-20T15:49:00.000-07:002010-06-21T13:55:17.122-07:00The biggest little race.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TB6a3kyX4PI/AAAAAAAAAL4/v4WIjtLxk44/s1600/us.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TB6a3kyX4PI/AAAAAAAAAL4/v4WIjtLxk44/s320/us.jpg" /></a></div>Yesterday was the 27th annual Trailblazer Triathlon in Medical Lake. I have raced there at least a dozen times, since it is basically the same race venue for three local sprint races each season. Trailblazer is a unique race in many ways...it's part of a weekend of celebrations for Founder's Day in "downtown" M.L. where they also hold a three on three b-ball tourney, a parade, softball tournaments and probably an oiled pig contest as well ;). The race begins at 2 PM, (which totally explains where Boise 70.3 got the idea ;). The swim begins across the lake from the transition area, so you can either ride over in the back of a pick-up truck or swim the 400 yards across for your warm-up. After the race, you can find your results posted on a two by four, then once you've figured out your placing, and if you made the podium, you go to the tent and ask for your awards medal and t-shirt. It seems to host a very large participant turnout for a local sprint. Even though it's quirky, it is also hugely popular and competitive, the biggest little race.<br />
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Our weather has been disgusting lately, providing us with a crap ratio of 1 warm, sunny day for about every 5 rainy, cold days. We were lucky to feel our first 80 degree day in two full months for the race, which is totally awesome when your race begins at 2 in the afternoon and you haven't trained in any heat yet! No reason to dwell on the details though. A race is a race is a race and we're all in it together.<br />
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The 400 yard swim warm-up across the lake was fun to do with all our teammates, but we underestimated the time it would take us to get there. We ended up wading in seaweed for about 15 minutes while we waited for the bullhorn to sound, signaling the race start. It's a mass start and a straight line (if you can swim straight) to the exit ramp on the other side. I swam in the middle of the mass, exiting the water with five other people at the same time, on a ramp built for one in about 7:45.<br />
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T1 was...eventful! Although I feel my racing is progressing so far this season, I think my transitions are taking a landslide backwards. I forgot to get my wetsuit pulled beneath my buns before I sat down to pull it off, then put my aero helmet on sideways with a side strap caught under the ear guard, making it nearly impossible to put on my sunglasses and then I knocked over the bike rack as I exited! All of this in front of several friends, video cameras and spectators, no less. <br />
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Despite having ridden this course many times, I still remember it as a "flat" course. But, it is not flat, it's rather windy, rolling hilly, and like the wind changed directions, AGAINST us every time we changed our riding direction. Anyway, I felt like I was sucking on the bike the whole time, but I think I was just working hard instead. 12.1 miles in 38 minutes even.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TB6WpnKVEhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/E0kMAiv7qzU/s1600/_Z9S0106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TB6WpnKVEhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/E0kMAiv7qzU/s320/_Z9S0106.jpg" /></a></div>T2 was luckily less eventful, even though I did sorta forget which way to head out on the run. Lucky for me, my BFF Dave told me which way was which and off I went. Since I am such a lousy swimmer, I usually do the passing on the bike and the run, and very seldom get passed, but not today. I really felt like crap for the first 2 miles of 3, and unfortunately got passed by some gazelle in my age group. Big bummer. However, after rounding the turn at the east end of the lake, I started to feel like I could breathe again and was able to hold my own. 2.9 miles in 22:10. <br />
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Our triathlon club, Tri Fusion, showed up and enjoyed this race! We had two mixed, fast teams racing each other (for funsies :) that placed 1st and 2nd, and several individual participants that placed in the top 10 overall, along with many supporting, photo and video taking teammies too. Although I don't feel I performed my best (although I did try), I sure had a ton of fun before and after the race, getting to spend time with some of my favorite people doing something we all love to do.<br />
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One of my very talented teammates has been treating us like celebrities lately. <a href="http://www.daveerickson360.com/">Dave</a> has created a three part video of the Trailblazer Triathlon, featuring us! I think I made the links to each of his videos work, try them out! Thanks, Dave. Videos: <a href="http://www.daveerickson360.com/2010/06/19/trailblazer-triathlon-part-1/">Part 1</a>, <a href="http://www.daveerickson360.com/2010/06/20/trailblazer-triathlon-part-2/">Part 2</a>, <a href="http://www.daveerickson360.com/2010/06/20/trailblazer-triathlon-part-3/">Part 3</a><br />
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Our multi-sport club, Tri Fusion sponsored the inaugural Radiant Lake Triathlon that was held on Sunday. Amidst such a fun atmosphere, eccentric race venue, fabulous teammates competing and supporting, alongside some serious competition made this triathlon easy to enjoy!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><b>Merissa and I pre-swim. Breathe in, breathe out.</b></i></span><br />
</div>1/2 mile swim = 20 minutes. Good? Eh, no idea! I don't know the last time I raced an 1/2 mile swim. Nothing to be proud of for sure, but I didn't drown either ;).<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b> <span style="font-size: x-small;">Coming in from the bike.</span></b></i></span><br />
</div>13.9 mile bike = 42:36 Good? Ya, I'll take it. I pedaled hard enough to keep my HR in zones high 5 to low 6. Right where I belonged.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">Adjusting my number as I approach the finish.</span></b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span> </b></i></span></div>3.1 mile run = 23:30 Good? Sure. Possibly the exact same time I ran last week at Iron Eagle tri. Cheers for consistency, I guess. Although I'd love to run faster.<br />
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</div>Race Results = 1st in my AG and 4th OA woman. Good? Not bad.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TA3I_vDnQNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2trlK29V7dU/s1600/_Z9S0272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TA3I_vDnQNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2trlK29V7dU/s320/_Z9S0272.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><b>No, I was not at a ski resort. I just look like it :). Podium.</b></i></span><br />
</div>Congratulations to all my Tri Fusion teammates: Greg (my man), Craig, Rene, Dave, Kurt, Eric(s), Cameron, Merissa and Jessi for workin' it at the race and making us look so GOOOOOOD!Nathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03216599444449140203noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098984521574434065.post-39470726429705547942010-06-07T21:06:00.000-07:002010-06-07T21:08:37.244-07:00A Lesson Learned.Last Thursday I rode my bike to Deer Park and back, which is a routine route that I ride. Usually, I have the pleasure of riding with my speedy friend, Tiffany. However, she had a prior engagement and wasn't able to ride along. So off I went, happy to be out in the beautiful evening sunshine. About 15 minutes into my ride, I stopped at an intersection to wait for traffic to pass. I unclipped both shoes, took a drink of water and set off again. Stupidly, I didn't get my left shoe re-clipped on the pedal, lost my balance and took a spill. My right shoe stayed clipped in, my bike fell on top of me, I got a bit scratched up, swore a little and moved on to finish a 2 hour ride. When I got home, I cleaned up and noticed some light bruises were appearing on both sides of my right knee, along with the scratches I already knew about. Finally, although I didn't locate a bruise on my hip until Saturday, my right hip was stinging like crazy. Fortunately, no serious injuries to worry about.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TA3BXbzWJFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/rIhX5OGDm4Y/s1600/bruise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TA3BXbzWJFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/rIhX5OGDm4Y/s320/bruise.jpg" /></a></div>Fast forward to Sunday's Radiant Lake triathlon. I hadn't really been on my bike since Thursday, but I did continue to ride 1:45 after I wrecked it that night. So it seemed good to go for the race, especially since Greg (thank you, sweetheart) had changed my wheels and generally looked it over for me. HOWEVER, at the race, about mile #2 of 14 of the bike leg, I heard an odd clicking noise and then my right bike shoe shot forward off my pedal! With trepidation, I regained my composure and was able to "click" back into the pedal. But when I did, it felt all floaty and not properly clicked in. Kept riding albeit a tad gingerly. About once a mile, my shoe would unclip and shoot out in front of me, I'd reclip and carry on. I literally prayed every single time my shoe unclipped, "<i>Please God, let me finish this ride before my shoe breaks completely.</i>" At around mile 10, as my shoe floated out to the right, I saw that my cleat was all but disconnected from the shoe and out shot my shoe again! So I made a plan...I convinced myself if my cleat broke off, I'd simply take off my shoe, pocket it and ride with my foot on my Speedplay pedal. Why not, I only had less than 4 miles to go? Luckily, the cleat held and I made it safely into T2. As I rolled my bike into transition, a race volunteer asked me how the ride went. I told him about my shoe. While I was changing into my racing flats, he inspected the shoe. We found that three of the four screws that SHOULD hold my cleat on my shoe, were actually missing!!! My cleat was holding on by one screw. This explained the floaty feeling, the disconnection of my shoe to pedal, the clicking sound I heard a few times while riding and the reason I kept coming unclipped.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TA3BlDhYbmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WpGFTaKftYg/s1600/cleat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TA3BlDhYbmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WpGFTaKftYg/s320/cleat.jpg" /></a></div>This is not a post to make excuses of why I could have ridden faster or any other kind of excuse. This is to say that I really, really should have checked all of my equipment before I raced on Sunday. After falling over on my bike, while remaining clipped in, I might have suspected all was not well. This was an important lesson to learn. One I hope I don't have to keep re-learning through my own stupid mistakes!Nathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03216599444449140203noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098984521574434065.post-84977930661255896392010-06-02T13:24:00.000-07:002010-06-02T13:28:31.776-07:00Iron Eagle Sprint Tri<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sunday I competed in the Iron Eagle sprint triathlon in Cheney, WA. This race was my very first triathlon back in 1998, when I took the "triathlon training" course at EWU and then raced at the Iron Eagle for the final exam. I have fond memories of the race and the race director is an old friend of ours. Since 1998, I have raced there at least 4 times and always enjoy it. Afterward anyway :). I was fortunate this year to race with my husband, some teammates, Rene, Merissa and Dave and watch my brother-in-law finish his first triathlon eva. Yay, Gary!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TAa7z9GmLxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fUeyTDXs7rM/s1600/swimmy2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TAa7z9GmLxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fUeyTDXs7rM/s320/swimmy2.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><i>Thank you to Trish & John for taking the great pictures at the race & counting my laps!</i></b></span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The swim is 500 <b><i>meters</i></b> and is in a pool. Not my favorite choice to race in, but I thought it would at least allow me to measure my swim progress by comparing it with the 500 <b><i>yards</i></b> I timed myself doing a month ago. Because of course, I didn't remember that EWU's is a meter pool, instead of Whitworth's yard pool. Whitworth is where I swim Monday through Friday, and also where I timed my 500 at the end of April. Needless to say, I shouldn't have asked my friends Trish and John during the run, what my swim time was. Carry on though, right? Later I would find out my swim was an 1:10 improvement over the 500 pool swim I raced last year and a mere two seconds faster than a month ago. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TAa8j4G4eNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4Tsxu7jNMm8/s1600/swimmy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TAa8j4G4eNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4Tsxu7jNMm8/s320/swimmy.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> After making it safely into the field house, I put on my new (to me) aero helmet (Thanks Greggy!!!), race belt and shoes. I managed to screw around in T1 trying to put gloves on wet fingers, to eventually give up the cause. Unlucky for me, this was captured on film and can be viewed on <a href="http://www.daveerickson360.com/2010/05/30/iron-eagle-triathlon/">Dave's blog</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TAa8JRmK2oI/AAAAAAAAAJo/czgvw9TepII/s1600/bikey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TAa8JRmK2oI/AAAAAAAAAJo/czgvw9TepII/s320/bikey.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><b>I know I need a more aggressive fit.</b></i></span></div>Iron Eagle's bike portion is an out and back, relatively flat course that takes you headlong into the wind and provides a pretty solid tailwind back. I pushed myself hard on this bike ride, never worried about the effect pedaling my legs off might have on the forthcoming run. I ended up completing the 10 miles ride in 32 minutes.<br />
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T2 went much more smoothly, as I just had to take off my helmet, change my shoes and grab my visor to put on while running upwards.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TAa9W5-oeNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2j8reB8tG0o/s1600/runny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TAa9W5-oeNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2j8reB8tG0o/s320/runny.jpg" /></a></div>The run starts out going straight up a dirt hill and out the main road from the college. This year, the wind was at my back going out and eventually downhill, and forcefully and unfortunately inmyface running back uphill and the down to the finish. Whatever the elements were, I ran as fast as my legs would carry me for 3.1 miles and finished the run in about 23 minutes.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TAa9d_Q7-RI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OHafOyuPhsQ/s1600/runny2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sEv4iYjxmBA/TAa9d_Q7-RI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OHafOyuPhsQ/s320/runny2.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">The scenery wasn't too shabby, especially if you like farmland. </span></b></i></div>After doing the sprint entirely on feel, because my Polar is dead ...we didn't get any results when the race ended! The Iron Eagle is raced in waves and I was in wave #3. The director and his crew don't take splits and provide a somewhat shaky approximate finish time. There is one gal sitting on a rock at the finish line, who asked me for my race number a short time after I crossed the finish line. Yes, this race is VERY low key! I know that no one in my wave passed me and that all the women were behind me during the race. However, I don't know my "official" overall time or placement. The only reason I know my splits is because I have fantastic friends that timed my swim and run, and I caught my bike time on my computer. <br />
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Finally though, despite not having a lot of precise data I am fine with my performance. And I know that I have many other "tests" of fitness in store for me throughout the season. Nathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03216599444449140203noreply@blogger.com2