2019 EPIC Weekend

IM Chattanooga is less than three weeks away (eek!), and it will be here before I know it!  As a long training weekend I participated in an event put on my by coach’s company – The Endurance Company –  called ‘EPIC’.  A quick summary of the EPIC weekends events:

Saturday: 10k swim in a 50m outdoor pool, followed by a 60 mile bike from Quincy, IL to Bowling Green, MO

Sunday: 150 mile bike from Bowling Green, MO to Columbia, MO

Monday: Heart of America Marathon in Columbia, MO

…which is a grand total of 243 miles of swimming, biking and running over three days.  I did this event last year, but due to my hip injury I didn’t sign up for the marathon and figured if my hip was feeling ok I would run some miles while the rest of the group raced.  Fortunately it felt ok and I got in around 16 on a nice flat shaded trail.  This year I haven’t had any hip issues, however doing a hilly marathon a month from IMChatt didn’t seem worth the recovery time or risking injury, so this year I signed up for the relay and would run around a half marathon instead (the relay option was new this year).

I am not going to lie, I came into EPIC this year with some expectations, and maybe I shouldn’t have and would have enjoyed the weekend a little bit more without having the added pressure.  However I have been swimming more than last year and my times are improving, so I assumed I would have a faster swim this year. Also, I have been riding stronger and had high hopes of having strong rides as well.  I had no expectations for the run though, just get it done injury free 🙂  So short spoiler, swim was slow, bike had some meltdowns and run went just fine.

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All packed, minus bike! Not as much gear as I remembered from last year.

Saturday morning was chilly… overcast and high 60’s.  The outdoor 50 meter pool felt pretty cold too, and I was hoping I would warm up after a few 1000’s but that never really happened.  My hands and feet would go from numb to semi-warmed up, back to numb.  I also ran out of steam around 5k and was so sad I still had 5k left to go, and meanwhile everyone around me seemed to be staying strong while my pace was slipping to a slower and slower rate.  I now know I should have just focused on my own swim and not paid attention to those around me, but I let it get in my head.  Also, after the 5k I could see I was already on track for a slower swim than last year, which also got into my head.  After what seemed like forever I finally finished, about 5 minutes slower than last year and feeling totally wiped out.  I had trouble climbing out of the darn pool! The thought of riding after sounded awful (and cold!).

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5 minutes slower than last year, boo!

I took a hot shower after which helped, put on my dry biking clothes, ate some food and started to feel a little better.  Also my coach said his time was slower than last year which made me feel better, we guessed the cold water took up some extra energy for our bodies to stay warm while swimming.

At 1p we were off to ride our 60 miles.  Overall the ride was pretty uneventful, I tried to just stay with the main group and fortunately no one was really hammering the pace, so we were all able to stay together.  The whole ride I was soooo hungry, and just kept thinking about what I was going to eat for dinner.  A big burger and fries.  Swimming really builds up my appetite!  When we finally pulled into our dinner spot (one mile from the hotel, we would finish off the last mile after dinner), we all ordered right away and my burger and sweet potato fries were amazing.  I ate all of it. After dinner we all settled in for a very early bedtime, ready for an early wake up call to be rolling out at 7a.

Sunday morning we lucked out again with overcast and slightly chilly weather, I will take that over HOT any day!  Similar to the ride on Saturday, we all mostly stuck together and were able to ride as a group which was really nice (and huge thanks to those pulling up front, I am guilty of not taking a turn).  One thing I didn’t anticipate on the ride was my nutrition and how my stomach would react.  By hour 5 I could hardly stomach any more Infinit. I had planned on mostly drinking that as my main nutrition, and had packed 3 bags with 3 hours each in it, for 9 hours total.  I did bring some other gels, bars, etc just in case, but that really was the main nutrition plan.  I was gagging by the end of the second bottle, but still decided to mix my third bottle, however I hardly drank out of it (regretting that now, Infinit isn’t cheap!!).  Maybe it was because it wasn’t chilled, or from also drinking it the day before for four hours, but I wanted real (not healthy though) food.  So, instead at the various gas station stops I had a twix, snickers, fig newtons, a base bar and of course the usual lots of coke and some potato chips.  I never eat like that on my training rides, although I also don’t ride 150 miles usually either.  I think I will still be ok with Infinit during IMChatt, as I am taking a little break from it, it will be chilled and I will ONLY be drinking two bottles. I just know now that I will never plan on drinking three bottles of concentrated Infinit again… not sure what I was thinking for nutrition on this ride.

Also, around mile 125 I fell off the back of the group during a downhill and for the life of me, I could not catch back up.  I think I was starting to bonk because I started to cry and was just starting to lose it.  I was tired, I was wondering why was I doing this, I wanted to be done.  Logically it was only 25 more miles, there was one more stop to regroup and the roads would be marked, but I was just upset to lose the group and ride alone.  I just didn’t want to ride alone!  Fortunately I was able to catch up on a hill and at the next rest stop I got a large coke (SUGAR!), which seemed to help improve my mood.  No more meltdowns after that and I was able to keep up with the group, phew.  When we rolled into the hotel parking lot around 153 miles I was SO HAPPY to be done.  I just don’t remember it being this hard last year, and I also didn’t have any meltdowns (that I can remember) either.  Although I have a way of forgetting painful things, hence why I keep signing up for Ironmans… so maybe it was just as bad and I don’t remember.  After we showered, we ordered pizza and then went to bed early for a night of once again, no sleep.

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Couldn’t skip my usual night time snack of Peanut Butter M&Ms!  Considering how my stomach felt the next day though, I think I should have skipped these.

Monday morning my alarm went off at 4a, I ate a banana and headed downstairs for some coffee.  The first thing I noticed was that my stomach was off.  Coffee might have been a bad idea, but I think I was hoping it would help get whatever was angry resolved before the ‘race’.  That didn’t happen.  Also I was pretty darn tired and needed all of the help I could get.  We all piled in one of our teammates cars to head to packet pickup/race start and get ready for the last event of the weekend.  I was a little bummed to not be doing the full race (and say I did the full weekend event) again, but I knew 26.2 miles on a hilly route after a tough training weekend was asking a lot of my body.  Also I knew I could get in a few miles before the relay handoff, which also made me a little more ok with my mileage, especially since this might be my last ‘long’ run before the taper.

I hung out at the start line until the shuttle buses came to take us to our relay spots. Also, it was FREEZING.  I didn’t take into account it being chilly while waiting around for over an hour, so if I do this again next year, I will remember to wear a throw away long sleeved shirt.  Once I arrived at the relay spot, I took off to run the course backward to get in some extra miles and also try to warm up.  I ran the course backwards to make sure I wouldn’t accidentally miss my partner, which also happened to be running down (and therefore got to run back up) the biggest hill of the course, Easley.  It was all and more that everyone had said about it, boy was that a big hill.  About 2.5 miles in, I turned around and hoofed it back up Easley and back to the handoff, just around the time Joe was approaching.  He handed off the bib and I had 11 miles left to go!

After the first 2.5 miles warming up, I was able to stick with my planned race pace of around 9:15, and the plan was to keep up with it the remaining 11 miles.  The only trouble I foresaw was that my stomach was angry, and I knew there weren’t many porta potties on the course.  I just took it one mile at a time, and tried to not push the pace too much so my stomach wouldn’t get angry.  I finally gave in, and around 8 miles in I took a gel since I could feel my energy starting to fade.  My stomach did ok, but I wasn’t sure for how long that would last.  On another note, it was a nice course and had good amounts of shade, which I appreciated.  Also, it was weird being so far up front in the race.  Since Joe is super duper fast, he handed off our bib with us around 6th place overall or so, which meant I was getting passed a lot by people that made me look like I was standing still, lol.

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A nice shaded part of the route right before my stomach got angry again.

Around mile 21 I had to take a short walk break up a hill in order to keep my stomach from resulting in an emergency situation.  Then at the next water stop I asked volunteers if there were porta potties…and there weren’t.  Lot of deep breathing and trying to keep a controlled pace.  Then when I got to the part of the race where there was an out and back around a lake, nice and flat, my stomach seemed to be doing ok again, hooray.  I was thrilled when I passed the miles 23 mark – I was wiped just trying to do 16 miles on this course, I couldn’t imagine 26.2, I was ready to be done!  As I left the lake path I made the decision to duck into the park bathrooms to finally give my stomach a break.  I am glad that I did, it added 2 minutes to my mile split, but it was necessary.  On I went, starting to break things into .25 miles as I was really fading.  Mile 25 went by and I saw our hotel…boy did I want to stop…but I kept going, finally reaching mile 26 and thrilled to be running the downhill to the finish.  I crossed the line around 3h45m…someday I hope to actually cross a marathon finish line running all 26.2 miles in that time! (but never on a course like this though! A flat one 🙂

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Pretty easy to figure out where my bathroom stop was….

Once I crossed the finish line I felt pretty bad- my legs decided to feel crappy, my stomach was angry, I was thirsty, shaky and wasn’t sure what to do.  I hadn’t ‘raced’ those miles, but I had run them hard, so I guess my body wasn’t thrilled.  I drank some water, ate a lot of watermelon and then had a popsicle and started to feel better.  Soon the rest of the ECO teammates were crossing the finish – what a feat, I was definitely impressed in their ability to run a full 26.2 after our weekend and on a tough run course.  Once everyone finished we headed back to the hotel to shower, check out and load up the truck.

We had a team lunch before everyone departed to chat about the weekend and celebrate everyone finishing what goals they had set out to accomplish.  I really enjoy spending time with this group of people and couldn’t have picked a better group of people to swim, bike and run with all weekend.  I’m not sure if I will be back to do the full (marathon too!) event next year, but I’m not crossing if off my list either!

That said, I’m putting my head back down for three more weeks (thank goodness the big stuff is over with though) until my A race of the season!

Happy Monday!

 

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Route 66 Half Tri Race Recap

This past Saturday I raced my last triathlon until the big one for the year – Ironman Chattanooga – in September!  I’m also happy to report that it went well, which is always encouraging when you can see the actual progress or improvements you are making in training in race results, or at least it makes getting up at 4:45a during the week to train  seem a little more worth it :).

Like last year, I drove up Friday night since it is a little under two hours away and that’s just a bit longer than I like to drive the morning of a race.  I arrived around 9p, checked in, unloaded my car (I don’t like to leave my bike in my car overnight) and was in bed by 10p.  I actually slept like a log and the next thing I knew my alarm was going off at 4a.  I got up and something felt off, and then I realized when I turned my head to the right, I had a shooting pain down the base of my neck to my shoulder blades.  What the heck?!  I must have slept funny on the crappy pillows.  I went to work on doing little neck and arm stretches and then tried using the foam rolling ball I brought, but it didn’t seem to help much.  I started to panic wondering if I could even race since I breathe on my right side and the pain was pretty unbearable.  The thought of doing that over a hundred times, just on the swim…uggghh.  I took an ibuprofen, shut down the negative thoughts, forced myself to eat my breakfast, got dressed, and did a little more foam rolling.  When it was close to 5, I packed up my stuff, and decided to focus on whatever it was I needed to do next and not think about my neck/back.

I got to the race venue right when transition opened at 5:30, picked up my packet and headed to transition.  I got a pretty decent spot, set everything up (with a small snafu of thinking I forgot my race belt, but I found it tucked in my running hat) and then met up with some of my other teammates before the swim start.  Everything pre-race was pretty uneventful, with exception of the stupid neck thing.  My stomach was even chill with no angry/anxiety related stomach issues, which was a relief as I ate a little more than usual to practice my planned IM breakfast (1/2 Bobo’s oat bar, banana and packet of Almond butter) and had some extra race nerves from the missing race belt and neck situation.

Soon I headed into the water with my swim wave, the fourth/last wave of the athletes racing the 1/2. The water felt ok, it wasn’t wetsuit legal which I was kind of happy about, and off we went.  One thing to note is that the water did look a little choppy after the turn around, but I figured I had swam in some chop before and it would be fine.  Off I went, feeling strong, passing people, and focusing on the two main things I have been working on this month with my swim. Before I knew it I was already at the turn around and feeling good.

Then instead of going with the chop, I was swimming into it and I realized this was going to be a bit tougher on the way back.  It seemed like almost every time I tried to sight, a ‘wave’ would appear and all I could see was the ‘wave’ (I am sure they would hardly qualify as waves standing on the shore, but from the water, they seemed that big!).  Very frustrating.  Finally, after what felt like twice as long as it took to get to the turn around, I made it back to the start, knowing that we had another small out and back before heading to the finish. Well, the little out and back took FOREVER.  I had to stop several times to sight because the ‘waves’ seemed so high.  Also, after not swimming near many people, I hit a group of athletes and we all kept colliding which was also irritating.  Finally I broke away from that pack and made it to the last buoy before I turned to head to the finish.  Also at this point, I was starting to feel seasick.  The waves had me rocking back and forth and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, fortunately the finish was so close, so I really pushed the pace to get out of the water.

Thankfully the volunteers helped pull me out of the water as I was a little wobbily from the waves, and then I hustled to transition.  I was in and out pretty quickly and ready to mount my bike when I realized I still had my swim skin on 😦  I had unzipped it and pulled it down, but left it on my legs/hips.  Oh lordy.  I asked a volunteer to if they could hold my bike, took of my bike shoes, ran back towards transition but was worried what it would do with my timing chip if I crossed back over, so I threw it over the fence near my bike (and hoped it didn’t get accidentally taken), ran back to my bike, put my shoes on and THEN mounted and was off.  I lost some serious time to that crap.  Sigh.

Then I tried to just focus on the bike and on passing people.  I also was paying attention to my planned power numbers, which I don’t always do in races depending on the course but since this one was flat it was easier to try to hold a steady power number.  Other than some rough roads (they were actually worse last year) and headwind, the bike was pretty uneventful, which was just fabulous to me since last year was a mini disaster with my mechanical.  My stomach got a little cranky during the end of the second hour, I have upped the calories in my liquid nutrition so I don’t have to supplement with gels and I am not sure if that might be why or if it was because the waistband of tri shorts I was racing in (which I won’t be wearing during IM) was squishing my stomach.  I haven’t had that issue during training, so I think the shorts might have been the culprit.  Also, my legs were getting a little tired by the end so I was a little worried I overbiked, but I had stayed in my planned power numbers so I was hoping they were just feeling ready to get on to the run.

I was pretty thrilled when I rolled into transition around 2:50, heck yeah, bike PR!  I quickly threw on my socks, running shoes, hat, race belt and grabbed my baggie of nutrition and was off…. no… I noticed halfway through transition my aero top was still on.  Good grief!  I ran back, took it off and then I was off!

Right out of transition I usually make a quick stop in a porta potty to empty my bladder as I struggle with peeing on the bike, but there was a line.  A line!  I didn’t have to go that bad, and I knew there was one at mile 2.6 on the course, so I decided to hold it and wait until the 2.6 mile opportunity.  In hindsight I’m not sure if that was a smart decision, as I had to pee enough that it was uncomfortable and as a result I didn’t take in much water/fluids until after I peed at mile 2.6, which I think put me behind on hydration/nutrition.  After I peed I hit an aid station and was SO thirsty, and I did the stupid thing that I do sometimes and drink way too much water and then deal with cramps and bloating for at least a mile.  Then I usually rinse and repeat.  Which is what happened.

By mile 5 after the cycle of drink too much because I was thirsty, then deal with bloat, my pace was slowing from an 8:40 to a 9 min pace, and then mile 6 slowed down to an 10 min pace. Things were starting to go from bad to worse.  I did a little assessment to see how I was really doing, and my body was ok (hips/legs, etc), it was just my bloated stomach that was causing me to feel like crap.  I could fix this.  Going forward I needed to only take sips of water, not gulps (and just deal with being a little thirsty), take my BASE salt (which also usually helps settle my stomach) and take in coke since I didn’t think my stomach could handle many gels at this point.

I flipped my watch screen to total time and after doing some math I realized if I could just hold a 9/9:30 pace I might have a chance of still breaking 2 hours on the run.  My main goal for this race was to have a good, strong run.  My open Half-Marathon time had improved a lot over the past couple of years, but my half marathon time in 70.3’s hadn’t budged.  With that knowledge, it was like a flip was switched in my brain and I was back to being on a mission.  Also around that time I finally caught up to a girl that had been in front of me for a while, and as I neared the next aid station I saw she had a 31 on her leg.  It was a relief knowing she wasn’t in my age group, but that also meant she was in my swim wave, so I needed to pass her to move up a spot.  I grabbed a water – no walk breaks through aid stations now – and kept running.  I was on a mission.

From then on my splits stayed at 9:30 or a bit faster: 7-9:29, 8-9:31-, 9-8:56, 10-8:48, 11-9:10, 12-8:45, 13-8:32. So clearly my legs had it in them, I just needed to get my head out of the way and also figure out a better fueling strategy than drinking allll of the water at the first sign of being thirsty.  I had to dig a little deep on the last mile or so as I was starting to feel tired and my neck was bothering me a little, but I held on.  I crossed the finish line with a run time of 1:58:33, I had done it, not by a lot, but I went sub 2!

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The final kick!

I finished with a new PR of 5:33:56 (39:57 swim, 2:52:01 bike, 1:58:33 run), and maybe if I hadn’t had those wardrobe snafu’s it would have been a little faster, but oh well.  I even managed to place 3rd overall female, which was pretty exciting since it was a little bit bigger of a race than Innsbrook.  Not as competitive as the previous year, but hey, I’ll take it!

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I’m the dork in the sunglasses, totally forgot to take them off!

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Hardware!

I was a little disappointed in my swim time since I have really started working on my swim and I have seen improvement in my times in the pool,  but with the chop, it looks like everyone had a slower swim.  Also, even though I did break two hours, I was hoping for a little stronger of a run to give me confidence in my IM run time goal, and to prove that it isn’t unrealistic.  But it was improvement and a 70.3 run PR, so things are moving in the right direction!  All I can do right now it just keep my head down and do the work (and run a lot of hills!!!).  So back to training! 🙂  Sidenote: My neck bothered me a little during the race, mostly during the swim, but after that I just didn’t turn my head too much so I didn’t notice it.  My body was sore the next day after racing but holy moly, my neck/back took the cake.  I will now always bring my own pillow when staying in hotels for races!!

 

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Hannibal Cannibal 10k Race Recap

This year I decided I would finally race the Hannibal Cannibal since it is a race my tri team usually does.  It usually is too close to the 4th of July run I like to do, so usually I choose that race instead.  However this year I was up for the challenge! (sidenote this was JMR’s second 5k ever and he still has PTSD about this run, so let’s just say his thoughts on this run course may have swayed my decision to skip out each year).  Hannibal is a little less than two hours away, so I was up around 3:45a to hit the road by 4a so I would arrive in plenty of time for packet pickup, getting in a warmup run and also getting to catch up with my fellow Eco Athletes.

I arrived right at 6a, packet pickup was easy and found my group! Then I went for a short .85ish mile warmup, hit the porta potties one last time and then took my Huma gel.  Getting up so early but not racing until 7a made my nutrition a little tricky… I figured if I just had a banana at 4a I would be starving by the time the race started, but I also didn’t want to eat too much and risk having an angry stomach during the race.  So I settled on half of a Bobo’s oat bar and two cups of coffee on the way there (the coffee was a gamble, but I also had to get things moving), and adding the gel 20 minutes before the race was perfect (no angry stomach during the race), good to know for the future!

I didn’t have a goal time for this race as it was a super hilly race, with one hill at 5-6% grade which we go up and down and back up and down, and another hill that we just run up and turn around, with an 8% grade.  I had ridden up both previously when I rode in Hannibal last year and I knew they would be tough, so time goals weren’t the focus and it was going to be more of a ‘see how I feel, and how much I can push and still finish not feeling like death’ kind of day.

The gun went off and I settled into a 7:30ish pace and managed to hold the pace going up the first big steep hill.  I passed the 5k turnaround and felt like I was still holding a good sustainable pace for this course and I could even maybe push a little harder since we were starting to go downhill (although with every step I was dreading having to run back up after the 10k turnaround).  I hit the second mile at a 7:20 pace and was feeling pretty good.  I took water at each aid station since it was so hot and humid already, but only managed a few sips since I was breathing so hard and dumped the rest on my head.  On I went and hit mile 3 at a 7:22 pace and was still feeling good – almost halfway I told myself!  Then we trudged back up the hill and I saw my pace drop, but was focusing on just keeping a steady sustainable pace to make it to the top without pushing too much so I would still have some left in the tank for the biggest hill, Lovers Leap.  Mile 4 split was 8:02 which I wasn’t thrilled about but I was busy still climbing the hill and had more to go, so I just kept my head down and kept on going.

After finally cresting the hill we had a slight downhill before hitting Lover’s Leap, so I tried to relax and just let my legs go, however right at the turn to go up I was merging with the 5k’ers which was a little frustrating as most were walking and I was trying to haul butt up that hill.  Almost everyone around me was walking, but I tried to just keep my head down and my legs moving (and arms pumping). I made it almost all of the way to the top but was starting to feel that ‘I’m going to puke’ feeling, so I walked for about ten steps and then ran it in to the top, ran around the turn around and just let it go down hill.  I hit mile 5 with a slow-but-not-surprised 8:42 split, however now I was flying down Lover’s Leap and knew the rest of the course was a net downhill so I just focused on pushing that last 1.2 miles and I did push!  Mile 6 was a slight blur as I was just focusing on pushing and pushing hard, resulting in a speedier 6:52 split.  I could hear someone right on my shoulder breathing heavy and I was determined to not let anyone else pass me so I pushed even harder on the last .16 (the course was a little short) at a 6:01 pace!

I crossed the finish line in 46:52, with a 7:36 avg pace, which is a 10k PR for me.  However since the course was short, I am noting going to count it, but it does mean I have a PR in me, especially considering this course had almost 500ft elevation gain!  It was good enough for 4th overall female and first in my age group, so I was pretty happy about that!

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Female 35-39 Age Group Awards, I got to hold the big fork!

After the awards, after a quick change and some suncreening, we headed out for the 30ish mile group ride.  I was pretty nervous about how my legs would feel as I knew the route was hilly and I didn’t want to embarrass myself by falling over on the hills from dead legs!  However my legs rallied and I survived, even the ride back up Lover’s Leap.  After the ride we got a late lunch, watched some of the festivities going on at Mark Twain days in Hannibal and then I hit the road to head back home.

All in all it was a really fun day with my Eco Teammates, a successful race and I got in some good hills on the ride!

 

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Fresh Ideas HalfMax Triathlon Race Recap

Since I’m racing more this season I figured I better be a little speedier with my race reports before the next race is here!  Granted my next big race is five weeks away, but time flies and memories fade so I might as well get this one done!

So a little backstory to this race.  I was originally signed up to race the Illinois Half (70.3) in Springfield, and this year was it’s inaugural year, but due to some unknown park fees costing the race company more than they could afford, the race director had to cancel the race.  We were emailed a long email as to why they had to cancel, but that was what I gathered and my summary.   I knew doing three 70.3’s in three months was maybe a lot of races, but I had my heart set on racing since my birthday was the Thursday before the race and I was treating the race as my birthday present to myself.  So as luck would have it, there was another 70.3 the same weekend, and it even closer than the race in Springfield, easy decision, right?  Well… the course was the complete opposite, except for the swim (it was flat :).  This race was hills, hills and more hills on both the bike and run.  However after thinking it through, I decided to just go for it.  Chattanooga has hills, so bring it!

Since the race was only an hour away, I didn’t have to get a hotel and instead got up around 3:45a and left around 4:30a.  I knew rain was in the forecast, but was hopeful it would miss us, but it didn’t and I was pretty bummed while driving through rain and really bad lightning.  I wanted to race, but I also wanted to be safe, and I wasn’t sure if riding in these conditions was worth it.

I arrived right when transition opened, but with the rain I didn’t want to set anything up because it would just get soaked.  Also, in the back of my mind, I wondered if they would just cancel the race (deep down I was secretly hoping they would).  However, when I learned it was first come first serve to transition, I took my bike out of the car and made sure to at least get a decent spot in transition and then headed back to my dry car to wait.  The rain eventually stopped, but the lightning continued.  I finally decided to set up my transition but put everything in plastic bags to keep them dry.

When it got close to 7:30a, the time of the swim start for athlete’s racing the half, I headed down to the beach only to learn they had delayed the start to 7:45 due to the lightning.  I headed to get in the porta-potty line, and saw more big flashes of lightning strike.  Yikes.  I thought for sure they would cancel the race.  After more waiting, the race director had everyone move away from the beach and closer to transition for a race announcement.  We learned the swim was cancelled (guys, I’m 3-3 for triathlons having a shortened or cancelled swim…boo), but they were still planning on having the planned bike and run (contingent on how the weather continued) and that we would start with a 1 mile run to help space us out on the course for safety.  Ok! My first duathlon!

I had no idea how to approach this, but I knew I wasn’t going all out on the run as I didn’t want to start the bike with a crazy heart rate.  Also given the conditions, my head just wasn’t in race mode.  This was a ‘fun’ race, not my A race, and I was worried about racing in the wet conditions and crashing, so I was not planning on ‘racing’ the bike.  I then decided this was going to be a good training day at a hard effort, but I wasn’t going to stress about things like I would during a race.

We lined up behind the men and then I noticed that hardly any females were racing the half!  There were like 12 of us!  One of the women was asking about age groups since the didn’t mark our calves, and when she realized she was the only one in her age group another women cheered ‘Podium! Just finish the race and you’ll podium!’, everyone started laughing, which put me in a good mood and ready to just enjoy the day.  Then five minutes after the men started, off we went.  Some women really took off! I ran at a high 7/low 8 pace and just went with it.  I made it to transition, did my thing and then realized I didn’t want my running shoes to get wet if it rained while I was gone, so I took the extra time to get a plastic bag out from my transition bag and wrap them up.

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I look like I’m power-walking, which is kind of how I felt compared to those ladies ahead hauling ass.

Run: 7:55

T1: 1:30

Then I was off on my bike, riding cautiously and unsure how the ride would go.  I already knew my bike split was going to be slow with the almost 3k of elevation gain, but now also with the rain, well, my expectations kind of flew out the window and the goal was to keep the rubber side down.  Around mile 20 the rain seemed to slow and I realized I was feeling good and was still continuing to pass people, which was encouraging.  Although I have to admit when I was close to the end of the first loop I contemplated just calling it and DNF’ing, as the skies were still pretty dark and I wasn’t sure what weather we might still run into.  However I didn’t even get that option as we turned well before transition.  Darn.

I took a quick look at my split as I headed back out just to see where I was time-wise and saw I averaged around 18mph, which to me was shocking given the conditions.  I figured it would be like 16mph with my cautious first half of the loop and really not feeling like I was pushing it too hard.  Well, then it was on!  I kicked it up a notch on the bike and really started to push it.  I was able to take the windy hilly roads more aggressively on the way out of the resort, and then… the headwind hit.  Bummer.  I was still pushing pretty hard but not flying as much as I had hoped.  Regardless, I was still passing people and after a short out and back I saw one other female and wondered if I might actually be in second place.  That motivated me to keep pushing, even in the frustrating headwind, and soon I was turning to head back to transition.  When I dismounted I was shocked I biked under 3 hours!  I had expected to come in much slower due to hills and the rain.  Go me!

Bike: 2:75:12

T2: 1:52

I quickly swapped shoes, grabbed my race belt, hat and baggie of nutrition and was off!  But something seemed wrong… oh man, I had left my aero top on!  I had to run all the way back to my transition spot, take it off and head back out, not a ton of time lost, but it was still extra time.  At this point I was now sort of racing since I was actually near the front of the ladies, so this irritated me a little.

Then I was off!  Although .5 miles in I spotted a porta potty and took advantage since I had to pee so badly and didn’t have any luck on the bike.  That cost time too, but it was worth it in my opinion, I wasn’t in the mood to run in mushy pee shoes.  The first couple of miles were uphill, and I really I wasn’t feeling a lot of pep in my step so after seeing my pace I decided I would be happy with a 10 minute pace (at that point 10’s felt hard).  I hoped that would be enough to not lose too much ground, but I was just going to see how I felt as I knew there were plenty more hills to come.  The hills didn’t disappoint, in fact I was having mini flashbacks of St. George 70.3, except this was a nice trail and shaded, so not as terrible/tough.  I just tried to focus on each mile and not get too overwhelmed and remember all of that dang incline running I’ve been doing on the treadmill.  I was ready for this!  I was also thankful that the course was super shady so at least it wasn’t hot.

When I reached the turn around at mile 3 (the run course was two loops) I saw the lead lady and realized I was in fact #2!  Woo-hoo!  When I headed back out about 4 minutes later I saw third and fourth place and they were looking strong.  That inspired me to haul ass up the big ass hill to keep my place.  I was shocked at a 9:15 split for that mile.  The rest of the run was kind of a blur, many spots where I ran solo, and I even dropped my salt and ran back to get it (my stomach was feeling off and there wasn’t soda/cola on the course was the website said, so I needed that salt) and there was some walking at aid stations.  On the second loop at the out and back I saw first place again and we cheered each other on.  Then about five minutes later I saw 3rd and 4th, but did not get a peep from them, they looked focused, and I was happy I had gained some ground on them.  Phew.  Since it was mile 10 I knew if I just kept with my pace, I could hold on to second.  Soon I was a mile out and I was thrilled.  This day turned out very differently than I expected!  I was so happy with my bike split and also happy that I was surviving the run, it wasn’t a death march, even though I was tired and the usual things hurt, I FELT GOOD.  It was so exciting running up the last tiny hill to the finisher chute, and when I crossed the finish line and heard the announcer say I was second female.  So cool!  It was a reallllly small race, but, still cool! First place waited for me at the finish and we congratulated each other, what a classy lady.

Run: 2:08:58

Total Time: 5:17:25

I will say I was sore as heck after.  Even my abs.  I don’t recall using them, but maybe all of the hills gave them a good workout because they were sore!  Gathering my stuff from transition was tough and the drive home (only an hour) was tough too, but I was going on some serious adrenaline from my successful race.   Oh and sidenote, I lost to first place by 3 minutes. THREE MINUTES.  The shoes in the bag with the bow, the aero top mishap (I’m still standing by my porta potty stop though, it was needed) walking through some aid stations…maybe if I had put a little more pep in my step during the first run… maybe… but it’s how my day went and honestly, things went really well.  So I’m moving on from those three minutes, but remembering during the next race that every minute really does add up!

This week is a recovery week and then next week it’s back to putting my head down and getting back to work!

Finish Swag

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Chattanooga 70.3 – The Run

The Swim and Bike

The first mile was around 8:37 (a tad fast) and included the first, and one of the smaller, of the few hills we would encounter on the run.  My next few miles were also on the faster side, 8:26, 8:27, and I was passing a TON of people.  Also, the course seemed kind of empty, which make me realize it was because many were ahead of me or had already finished.  Due to the swim course change, fewer people could enter the water at once, causing it to take twice as long.  It was frustrating.  However, I was very grateful  they held the swim, so I tried to remind myself of that.  Also, I thought about those that started the swim after me, I was in the 35-37 wave, what about the poor people in the later waves?  I got in the water 30 minutes later than planned, how much later did they start?  Beginning the run that late in the day in the heat is just awful, and then also to have a thinned out course makes it more tough.  So I kept shutting my pity party negative thoughts down and just focused on one mile at a time.

However clearly it had gotten into my head a little because my pace did slow, miles 4 & 5 were 8:53 and 9:03, and then mile 6 included the REALLY big hill that many people were walking, so, I did a little walking but tried to keep some sort of running pace.  Then we ran up the bridge crossing over the river which had a slight incline, and even though I knew I was close to halfway done, my next split was anther slow mile at 10:03.

Finally when I got to 6.5 miles, I felt a little better knowing I really was halfway done with the run, but then had to cross the river again and this bridge was REALLY steep.  The lady behind me was babbling on and on about why would people run up it, their heart rates will explode, blah blah, so I succumbed to her stupid commentary and did a little walking.  Once we crossed the bridge and we made the split to turn to the finish or go onto the second loop, I noticed that lady was turning to finish. I don’t know why but I was pissed at her.  I wish I had ignored her and kept running- of course she was walking hills, she probably ran them all the first loop when she was more fresh.  My mile 7 split was a 10:38  which also added fuel to my anger.  I channeled that anger and miles 8 and 9 were better (and it was a flatter part of the course) and ran 9:31 and 9:20, but then I lost my angry-wind and miles 10 and 11 were 10:17 and 11:04 (which included that huge steep hill while I allowed myself to walk again, it was huge).

With a little over 2 miles to go I was finally in the homestretch, my focus and determination had returned, and wasn’t allowing myself any more walk breaks except through aid stations.  I wish I had kept this focus during the entire second loop, because even through everything hurt, I could still keep moving at a decent pace, so I need to work on my mental game.  Miles 12 and 13 were not awesome, but better, coming in 10:11 and 9:45, and I crossed the finish line sprinting.

Run Time: 2:05:42

Total Time: 5:31:33

I finished feeling tired but strong, and not defeated like I have felt on other courses.  The run wasn’t what I had hoped it to be, but I didn’t crash and burn like I did at St. George (mentally I wanted to cry the whole second loop) or at Steelhead (I wanted to pretty much quit the second loop).  So I went into a dark place for a little bit, but I was able to come out of it, so to me, that was a mini victory.

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I ‘borrowed’ this from Finisher Pix, just photo evidence that I did in fact finish.

Overall I am happy with how the race went, I didn’t lose my sh*t during the swim (no panic attacks) and well, it was 20 minutes of downstream so, I don’t have any more thoughts on that.  Transitions went as well as they could.  The bike was good, I still think I can do better, like my legs have a few more minutes in them to knock down time-wise, but I have a couple more races to test that out before IM Chattanooga.  And the run, well, definitely room for improvement, but I do feel like I walked away from this race with a little redemption and lessons learned (AND I didn’t get sunburned).  I am sad that the swim was cut short so my final time doesn’t really mean much, but looking at the times individually, the bike/run weren’t horrible.

After I got my morning clothes bag and wandered around for a bit and realized my legs were TIRED. I willed them to keep moving and headed to transition to get my bike and gear.  When I got to the parking garage I realized the elevators were on the opposite side of the building, so carrying everything up three flights of stairs was really fun (but I did it!) Then I changed, went back down to the athlete area and ate FOUR pieces of pizza and had a coke.  On my way back to the car I stopped by the tent where my new friends I met at the swim start were hanging out and chatted with them for a bit about the race, and finally headed back to my car to drive 7 hours back home.

I’ll save you the drive details but I made it home safe and sound 🙂

I really had a great race experience, Chattanooga was a very welcoming and fun city, so I can’t wait to bring JMR back in September! (I also can’t wait to go back and eat at more of the fabulous places).

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Chattanooga 70.3 – The Swim and Bike

Pre-Race

I jumped in and just got after it.  To be honest, I wasn’t very excited for the swim, I knew it was going to be a long day and wanted to get that part out of the way, and I was still feeling tired.  Also I was trying really hard to not even think about the 7 hour car ride home, but it did pop up in my head a few times during the swim.  Despite the negativity in my head, due to my mediocre swimming skills and the wonderful current, I passed a TON of people… backstroking, breastroking… why were these people in the 35-37 swim time wave?  Ugh.  I really regretted where I lined up, but there was nothing I could do about it now, so I just kept swimming.  Soon I was under the third bridge and nearing the swim exit.  I swam hard to cut over to the right (small flashback of Louisville swim) and had two volunteers help me out of the water and I waddled up the ramp and along the sidewalk to the wetsuit strippers.  I didn’t unzip my wetsuit all the of the way (I think it was stuck on the lining) so they had trouble getting me out of my wetsuit, but finally they did and I hustled to transition.

Swim Time: 20:01

When I got into transition, I noticed my bike was one of the few ones left on the rack. What the heck?!  I must have really lined up in the wrong corral.  Bummer.  I then went back to focusing on MY race, what I could control, and focused on the task at hand.  I did the same routine I practiced in my room, aero top, sunglasses, helmet and then shoes and I was off!  Hobble, hobble, hobble allll the way to the bike mount and then I was really off!  I noticed right away there were still rocks in my shoes I missed when wiping my feet, and contemplated stopping but hoped that instead maybe they would just all roll to the tips of my shoes and I wouldn’t notice them (they all did but ONE stupid rock).

T1: 6:02

I felt pretty good on the bike, a little tired still but ready to ride, and after a few miles I got into a groove and passed, passed, passed a lot of people.  Once I hit the first aid station, making good time (however my watts were all over the place, I tried to make sure I was hitting the planned number, but struggled), I went to grab a bottle, which I did with success, but when I veered to the left a little to move away from the the volunteers, another rider came up on my left and I nearly collided with them.  I immediately shouted out an apology and felt like a huge dumb-ass for looking down for that split second rather than keeping my eyes up until AFTER I was settled in my line.  I filled up my aero bottle, tossed the empty and put my head back down to get back to work.  However I couldn’t shake that horrible feeling of what just happened and what could have happened.  I vowed to be extra cautious during the next aid station (which I should always be, regardless), and tried to focus on pushing to keep up my watts, but I felt a little deflated and didn’t want to ride any  more.  Oh, and I still felt tired. Too bad because I still had 35 more miles to go.. so I sucked it up, and kept pedaling, passing, pedaling and passing.  I also hit the first big hill of the two big hills on the course, and while it was tough it wasn’t terrible, similar to the hills I ride at home, but I was definitely in my smallest gear while climbing up it!

When I hit the next aid station around mile 30 I grabbed a water, kept my head up and alert as to who was on my left and slowly moved back over, filled up my aero bottle and then tossed it at the end.  Phew.  Ok, that was better.  I felt a wave of relief come over me and after I left the aid station knowing I was more than halfway down I felt more motivated to keep pushing and get my head back into the race.

Soon I approached the second big hill, although this one wasn’t as steep and more of a gradual hill.  In fact at first I didn’t realize we were climbing and was starting to get cranky as to why I was feeling so slow and was seeming to push more effort when I realized we were slowly climbing.  Once we reached the top and started to descend I saw I had less than an hour to ride and knowing it was mostly downhill/flat from here, I was VERY happy.

I focused on pushing the final 10ish miles and was starting to get excited for the run.  I was pretty sure I was going to have a bike PR (spoiler, I did not, I think after the near bike crash it brought down my effort a bit after) so it really helped me push all the way back into town.  As soon as I made the long hobble back to my rack I saw, once a-freaking-gain, all of the bikes were now back on the rack, and I was one of the last to make it into T2.  So sad.  Oh well, on I went, doing a better job of wiping my feet this time so no rocks in my socks, and after a quick stop in the porta potty I was off.

Bike Time: 2:55:15

T2: 4:35

The Run

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Chattanooga 70.3 – Pre-Race

Whew!  First tri of the year is done!  It was also quite the adventure since I traveled to Chattanooga solo, as JMR had a race in Quincy, IL the same weekend.  I left Saint Louis around 8:15a on Friday, and overall it was a pretty uneventful drive, but hitting rush hour traffic in Nashville made the 6ish hour trip closer to 7 hours.  I was pretty darn tired when I finally made it to the hotel around 4:30p, but rallied and after hauling in my bike and gear, I headed to Athlete check-in.  Athlete check-in was a breeze, from there I headed to Big River Grille & Brewing Works for dinner.

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I have hardly any photos, but here’s one of my arm I took while waiting for my food at dinner.  Checked in and legit!

Dinner was so-so, typical bar type food. I was also cranky from the long day of travel and a little limited as to what I could eat for my stomach to be safe for race day, so maybe in a different scenario I would have liked it more.  After dinner I headed back to the hotel, took an Epsom salt bath and was in bed by 8:30 (which was really early for me since it was 7:30 Saint Louis time, but I was tired!).

Saturday I got up and walked to Starbucks in a hotel nearby, had breakfast at my hotel (love free breakfasts) and then decided to do a little bit of exploring since I had several hours before bike check-in and the 3p athlete briefing meeting I wanted to attend.  I decided to check out Signal Mountain which was about 15 minutes away and it did not disappoint!  The view was beautiful, I will definitely have to take JMR when we are back in September.

After doing a little walking around and taking in the beautiful view, I  stopped by Wal-Mart for a few last minute items (gas x since my stomach had been grumpy from nerves since I left STL and also Emergen-C since my throat felt scratchy).  Once I got back to the hotel I headed to a restaurant within walking distance from my hotel for lunch.  Sidenote: ok, so my hotel was in a weird spot, and really anything ‘within walking distance’ was at least .5 miles since that’s how far away the hotel was from the actual downtown streets since it was on the other side of the highway.  It wasn’t terrible, but I am relieved we are staying in actual downtown much closer to transition for the full IM.  Ok, back to lunch, this place was AWESOME and we are definitely going back there – Community Pie.  I had the Chicken Caprese sandwich with the Kale salad and it was delicious.  I’m sure the pizza is really good too, but my stomach doesn’t fare well with that much bread the days leading up to races.

After lunch I hung out at the hotel for an hour and then rode my bike to drop it off at transition.  The first thing I thought when I got into transition was….man, transition was looooong.  I don’t remember being in a race having one this long.  My bike was located at the very opposite end of bike out/bike in, so I was going to have to attempt to hobble a long way in my bike shoes, which really wasn’t ideal as the new tri specific shoes I got for Christmas have cleats that are located much closer to the arch of my foot making it really hard to walk normal at all.  In fact, I had a slight fear of falling in them!  I texted my coach to get his thoughts, whether I should run with them in my hands and put them on/take them off at mount/dismount, or attempt to hobble in them.  He said the concern of stepping on a rock or the hot ground would probably outweigh the time saved running barefoot and suggested just trying to shuffle in them.  Ok, then, so that was my plan.

Next I headed over to the athlete meeting, which was short, and other than the announcer mentioning the possibility of the swim being shortened due to the current, I didn’t hear anything else important for race day.  Oh well, glad I attended for the heads up about the swim. After the meeting I checked out the swim start and saw how long of a distance it was from the water exit to transition.  Oh man.  Between that and my hobbling in bike shoes, my transition times were probably going to suck.

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Racked and ready! Later I realized I had it racked the wrong way, whoops.  Fixed that before everyone else started racking.

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It goes on for forever……

Then I walked the 1.5 miles back to my hotel as it just made more sense to ride the bike and walk back then pay $8 to park and fuss with the parking garage.  Once I got back to my hotel I relaxed for an hour and then DROVE to Public House where I had dinner reservations.  I checked my watch before leaving for dinner and saw I had walked almost 8 miles already.  Woah.  I slightly regretted walking the 1.5 miles back to the hotel after dropping my bike off, that was way more than I wanted to walk the day before a race!  To (hopefully) calm my nerves I checked my steps the day before Louisville and I had walked just about as much, I guess with the hotel being in the city, you are walking everywhere, plus to and from transition…it adds up!  Ok, back to dinner, like lunch it was also amazing. I had the Salmon with a side of Asparagus and ate every bit!  This will be a great pre-race dinner spot for the IM!

After dinner I took another short Epsom salt bath, and then decided I should practice my transitions.  Since I wasn’t going to put socks on until the run (usually I put them on before the bike) and really needed to save any time I could because of how long transition was, I figured a few practice runs were in order.  After practicing about five times (I figured out a new, faster way to put on my aero top, hence that many times- I know how to put socks on :)), I felt confident that I was ready to fly through transitions the next day, well fly and hobble.  I hopped into bed around 8:30 and tried to fall asleep, knowing I had a 3:30a wakeup call, but tossed and turned for a while.  I eventually fell asleep around 10:30 and the next thing I knew my alarm was going off.

Oh boy.  I went through the motions of eating breakfast, getting dressed, sunscreening and then headed to the car around 4:20a.  I was parked in the garage within 10 minutes, and got into transition a little after it opened.  I aired my tires, set up my gear, went back and checked my setup like three times, went to the porta potty, went back to transition for one more check and then was in line for the shuttles by 5:45ish.

Once I arrived to the swim start, I got in another porta potty line and finally got to my swim corral around 6:15a. I left my phone in the car because 1. I was afraid to leave it in my morning clothes bag in fear it would fall out or just having it sitting in the heat for hours didn’t sound good. 2. It was an hour earlier in STL so…. no one would be up anyways for me to text with.  So, then I sat and waited, and also noticed how TIRED I was.  I had a cup of coffee but clearly it wasn’t enough, and also the time change wasn’t helping.  I hoped that once I was in the water I would wake up.  Unfortunately this would be a theme until the run. I did a lot of people watching, and ended up hanging out with another small tri/cycling club from Saint Louis.  Small world! They were SO nice, and after finding out the swim was being shortened due to the current, they were fun to hang out with and pass the extra 40 minutes or so we spent waiting to get in the water.

Finally….we headed to the dock and after high fiving a few volunteers on my way, I jumped in!

The Swim and Bike

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