tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372168642024-02-22T09:42:46.239-08:00On the EdgeStef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.comBlogger148125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37216864.post-69691576859501968622012-09-15T12:06:00.000-07:002012-09-15T12:06:48.285-07:00Ironman World Championship 70.3 Race ReportAt first I fooled myself into thinking it's hard to know what to say on this blog about Sunday's race. Then I realized that was a lie.<br />
<br />
I know exactly what to say.<br />
<br />
<b>To sum up:</b><br />
<ul>
<li>The result was disappointing. My first DNF since 2007 (wow).</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>The year of training and experiences leading up to the race was worth it.</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>I have no regrets.</li>
</ul>
<br />
<b>So here's a blow by blow on what happened:</b><br />
<br />
<b>The Day Before the Race</b><br />
<br />
My friend Debra flew in from Boston to support me in this race. She had never spectated at a triathlon before. Ever. Worlds was her first. Can you imagine?!<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGWBDn5KH-vX9Vq0Bg7aAwuJEk47CSdjvvQDgrRklQ5EN815AsL_ZIlFKLLtA9ori8jDgTxSG37cjSJm9vUvINR2TpYZh_J9fqeH8Zzkjt_I3vS_PLhvSy2wU0Tr-mXKzVpuZB/s1600/Me+and+Debra+day+before.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGWBDn5KH-vX9Vq0Bg7aAwuJEk47CSdjvvQDgrRklQ5EN815AsL_ZIlFKLLtA9ori8jDgTxSG37cjSJm9vUvINR2TpYZh_J9fqeH8Zzkjt_I3vS_PLhvSy2wU0Tr-mXKzVpuZB/s320/Me+and+Debra+day+before.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Me and Debra the day before the race</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBW3NOh4aF3fKOVu6A6jL1_6j0PYXvBCxHoBiyP1tFSTm25kqPyuDekFiaLwJ5d4iOvhd1Lmk_76sfBKpbFY3fALse8ENJxhxBv7WnfCFfpYkE1lrQZ9XGfC55O9quMYrUFSat/s1600/walking+bike+to+transition.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBW3NOh4aF3fKOVu6A6jL1_6j0PYXvBCxHoBiyP1tFSTm25kqPyuDekFiaLwJ5d4iOvhd1Lmk_76sfBKpbFY3fALse8ENJxhxBv7WnfCFfpYkE1lrQZ9XGfC55O9quMYrUFSat/s320/walking+bike+to+transition.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Walking my bike into transition</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<br />
Tony seemed to be everywhere at once. With these big races he's in his volunteering element. He took this picture of me and fellow lottery slot winner Nick in that huge empty transition after we checked our bikes in.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMxoNaFz75XQkHLAlqyCJP9DRn83kP1YuGb6TY8oHF-cwZ0BQqin9Jx3H18D7a6naCWo-A6jCnZ6QAz0R8ADr2x72_pTB3UHUwQVGZe2LxQNJk-L-W-Kbaz2ADRZ-caPOfmsZ-/s1600/Me+and+Nick+day+before.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMxoNaFz75XQkHLAlqyCJP9DRn83kP1YuGb6TY8oHF-cwZ0BQqin9Jx3H18D7a6naCWo-A6jCnZ6QAz0R8ADr2x72_pTB3UHUwQVGZe2LxQNJk-L-W-Kbaz2ADRZ-caPOfmsZ-/s320/Me+and+Nick+day+before.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Me and NICK!</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
Debra took this photo at the finish line.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiid1zOzWAtGx7dbDQO8HlT_6thklEY54o4jBfx7c6gEloHtEn_z58jKrjDSY_6411JdM1Nfxkn00q7RgMfDbWbByyzIagtLQl77sWf6m5FuDY6iYrTHCPgQ4KjJidItQqInhYJ/s1600/finish+line+day+before.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiid1zOzWAtGx7dbDQO8HlT_6thklEY54o4jBfx7c6gEloHtEn_z58jKrjDSY_6411JdM1Nfxkn00q7RgMfDbWbByyzIagtLQl77sWf6m5FuDY6iYrTHCPgQ4KjJidItQqInhYJ/s320/finish+line+day+before.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>"Preview of Coming Attractions"</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
After checking in all of my gear the rest of the day was spent relaxing and connecting.<br />
<br />
Unexpected BONUS: I managed to turn Debra on to Person of Interest! We watched several episodes and Glenn made us dinner. Clearly my work on this day was done!<br />
<br />
<b>Race Day -- Pre Race</b><br />
<br />
Got up as planned. Sort of had to force down breakfast but it wasn't too bad. I wasn't feeling nervous, just a little tense. We got on the road as scheduled, and after a bit of stress over parking made it to my bike in transition. As I was unpacking my nutrition I noticed my front tire was flat. As a pancake.<br />
<br />
This really rattled me. The girls whose bikes were on either side kindly pointed out where bike tech was and I ran my bike over there, wondering how in the world my tire could go flat overnight just sitting there. I'd not had a flat since I could remember.<br />
<br />
Flashbacks of Silverman rolled through my mind as I waited in line -- and cried a little (seriously for a few minutes I felt really vulnerable, like I'd imagine a small child would feel over a broken toy). Then it was fixed. Easy. Nothing more to do -- or worry about. I loaded my nutrition onto the bike, put my bag down next to it and got out of transition.<br />
<br />
We watched the swim waves line up, watched the pros take off. I made my way to my wave and got some photos with two of my best friends in the world.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLRVGfAglhH9QFqHcaNAvKVwZrccE9GvQOSRc3BNOj4-_CMIDOdLf7RHleamDoXTrTAG2TCWlqcRicJEsXplcB6sI037rpYwWN9f7tMulNSFOcHu4fX4Sr5jL4XpT5yMpqaabG/s1600/rat+rod.+Ironman+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLRVGfAglhH9QFqHcaNAvKVwZrccE9GvQOSRc3BNOj4-_CMIDOdLf7RHleamDoXTrTAG2TCWlqcRicJEsXplcB6sI037rpYwWN9f7tMulNSFOcHu4fX4Sr5jL4XpT5yMpqaabG/s320/rat+rod.+Ironman+021.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Excited and ready!</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBUFFGtsurpjWFHJfuEC4D4cts1KWA-sC_DM2YkLkp2OFrc2tYPiJU2tJAKI2QKlZ4krIzxeDeEEEft_3aZlA1hs9APXnfy4gRWSfDCbga8okS-Iexq-V6xJ9CXvRstUlSoB7e/s1600/rat+rod.+Ironman+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBUFFGtsurpjWFHJfuEC4D4cts1KWA-sC_DM2YkLkp2OFrc2tYPiJU2tJAKI2QKlZ4krIzxeDeEEEft_3aZlA1hs9APXnfy4gRWSfDCbga8okS-Iexq-V6xJ9CXvRstUlSoB7e/s320/rat+rod.+Ironman+023.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Me and TONY!!</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
Tony got this great shot of us right before we moved down to the water<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXzC1TYfmRjksxtKRa6mt8byeWpsTMWa2L_0Ql_DD-EaiHbp6SfVwK5-vEjiJeIN4ylsUhvEYOZ82Iad5H6cYfR8PGxYrkiYELrljdZAfWU300wU3ADjqPVkPtQslC_-hsOAtM/s1600/rat+rod.+Ironman+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXzC1TYfmRjksxtKRa6mt8byeWpsTMWa2L_0Ql_DD-EaiHbp6SfVwK5-vEjiJeIN4ylsUhvEYOZ82Iad5H6cYfR8PGxYrkiYELrljdZAfWU300wU3ADjqPVkPtQslC_-hsOAtM/s320/rat+rod.+Ironman+024.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
And this one after we got in:<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihTmbMGJbucfYGt1SHk3-7JbhYaRc0Md6SH8qZKgn-S4ncrp8OcW1tzN_MNUIgd6PzG0-AwuPGwmUyAigVUurRrGxBuuVGsz_xeCvOtKsAiCxkMYUdeGlb5OwQK_bWEp4_ty8U/s1600/rat+rod.+Ironman+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihTmbMGJbucfYGt1SHk3-7JbhYaRc0Md6SH8qZKgn-S4ncrp8OcW1tzN_MNUIgd6PzG0-AwuPGwmUyAigVUurRrGxBuuVGsz_xeCvOtKsAiCxkMYUdeGlb5OwQK_bWEp4_ty8U/s320/rat+rod.+Ironman+025.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<b>The Swim</b><br />
<br />
With about ten minutes before our scheduled start time they let our wave into the water. I was quickly reminded why I would never voluntarily swim in Lake Las Vegas. The water smelled like a sewer. It was warm too -- 83 degrees they said. Fortunately I'm pretty good at tuning some things out -- and it helps that Lake Mead where I do all my open water swimming is so much clearer and nicer -- since I don't swim in this shit every day I can handle a little 1.2 mile swim in it right? Right! Fortunately the smell only seemed to reside near the shore.<br />
<br />
The swim was awesome! I loved the course!<br />
<br />
It was a straight line out and back -- swimming out straight into the sun and swimming back with the sun behind us. I held a nice straight line and swam my usual pace, reminding myself I'm a strong swimmer and good at sighting! There was one woman from my wave who I drafted off for quite awhile before I lost track of her. When the waves from behind would come through I would get some pull from them, but mostly I was swimming by myself, as expected.<br />
<br />
Got out in 56 minutes flat which is a good time for me with no wetsuit. This was also my first triathlon swim with no wetsuit -- would have seriously overheated in that water with one on!<br />
<br />
<b>Transition</b><br />
<br />
The run from the swim exit to my bike felt ridiculously long. And it was actually pretty long. The run with my bike up the steep embankment to the mount line felt ridiculously hard -- which in hindsight was foreshadowing for how the bike leg would feel. My transition time was not recorded but I'm sure it was super long.<br />
<br />
<b>The Bike</b><br />
<br />
From the moment I got on the bike things felt off. Hard. Of course this is supposed to be hard but climbing out of Lake Las Vegas (a route I've ridden too many times to count) felt three times harder than my worst training day.<br />
<br />
And thus is the story of the entire 37 miles of that ride.<br />
<br />
I figured I just needed my typical 30-60 minutes to warm up. So I did everything I'd done in training. Kept moving forward, taking my nutrition in on schedule, and letting my thoughts (both good and bad) move through my mind as quickly as possible without fighting or trying to control them.<br />
<br />
At the 1:15 mark I was right where I should be on the course based on my training numbers. I was fueled up. I was hydrated. And yet I was breaking down. Big time. Not physically -- although the ride still felt extra hard and I felt like my legs had no power -- no. I'm 98% sure the problem wasn't in my body.<br />
<br />
Which leaves that pesky space between the ears. The space that makes all the difference.<br />
<br />
I wanted to be done. I wanted OFF that course. The course itself felt three times as hard as it normally does, as was my desire to be DONE. I was tired. Tired of things being so hard. Tired of some things not working out the way I'd planned or wanted. Tired of so many obstacles. Tired of the same old issues always cropping up for me. Just freaking tired.<br />
<br />
I would coast the downhills and cry on the uphills. I wanted to get pulled. Glenn and Debra drove by in the Suburban and snapped this photo of me.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkTjg8DEtvlCWtDgfNGW196Ej7TwUNv92_Ui2Jwa4l5q3jGM3dL8lyO1cD6Vu3Ave-xeNo5XbiCoMKlqSzwHkLpgwibTP_9KDDNo54BhVI_pjtWqn8UP0VElI-APouvbIJtJZa/s1600/me+on+bike+course.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkTjg8DEtvlCWtDgfNGW196Ej7TwUNv92_Ui2Jwa4l5q3jGM3dL8lyO1cD6Vu3Ave-xeNo5XbiCoMKlqSzwHkLpgwibTP_9KDDNo54BhVI_pjtWqn8UP0VElI-APouvbIJtJZa/s320/me+on+bike+course.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
I love this photo. I look good. I look strong. Even though I was feeling neither of these things.<br />
<br />
When I reached the turnaround on Northshore Road the officials there asked me if I was okay. I nearly asked them to pull me but instead told them I was fine. I wasn't.<br />
<br />
When Glenn and Debra came by again I motioned for them to pull over. I asked Glenn to pull me. He refused. They left. Two more times they pulled over, I asked him to pull me and twice more he refused and they left. Smart man. He wasn't going to take that responsibility. He's had to live with me all year training for this race. Plus he loves me and he believed I could finish if I really wanted to. Tough love. It takes guts to do that.<br />
<br />
When the cop came up behind me and let me know he was following me as the last cyclist on the course that was the last straw. A few minutes of that and I pulled over and asked him to call SAG. He did.<br />
<br />
Glenn and Debra came back and when Glenn saw me sitting in the cop car he knew it was officially over and that the responsibility for it was NOT on him. He loaded my bike in the Suburban and we took off.<br />
<br />
Sitting in the back of the Suburban in silence I expected the voice in my head to immediately start berating me about what a loser I am, how I never seem to quite get to the other side of success, how I SUCK really really bad, and how I wasted a whole year training for a race that I just QUIT. For no apparent reason other than I was done!!! Seriously WHO DOES THAT.<br />
<br />
But none of that happened. All I felt was relief and the nasty voice was silent. All I received was silent support from Glenn and Debra in those moments driving away from mile 37. All I received later was support. From everyone. No judgment. Just encouragement. And congratulations.<br />
<br />
I promised Glenn he would not have to live with any extended emotional fallout from this. I was able to promise that because I knew in my heart that I'd made the right decision. On the surface and on the Ironman "results" page that shows only a swim time, it looks like it was the absolute wrong decision. But for me it was right -- even though it's hard to articulate WHY other than a strong feeling. But then, it was a strong feeling, an intuitive hit back in 2006 while volunteering at Silverman, that got me into this crazy sport in the first place.<br />
<br />
When I went to the finish line to turn in my chip I watched some of the finishers. I felt happy for them and glad I wasn't out there. The only pang of disappointment I felt was when I saw the finishers medal. It would have been AWESOME to get one of those. One of a kind from a World Championship.<br />
<br />
I felt disappointment -- not regret. There's a huge difference.<br />
<br />
<b>After the Race</b><br />
<br />
We came home, relaxed and talked. About lots of stuff. One of the BEST things about this weekend was seeing all of the support I have through Debra's eyes. Glenn. Tony. Sean (even though she didn't meet Sean he was a key to my successful bike training all year long). I don't see Debra a lot since she lives in Boston. The fact that she took time away from her children and her packed schedule to come out here to support me means so much. Those are the things you can't plan for, can't predict and all the money and training in the world won't secure.<br />
<br />
Triathlon had made me into who I am today and this race is a part of that. Which is why I accepted all congratulations without qualification, and why I feel great about myself in the wake of all this. Why I'm moving forward in my life more powerfully than I was one short week ago.<br />
<br />
I've said it before, I'll say it again -- I love this sport.<br />
<br />
As far as next season goes, it will be all short course for me. It's time to get faster. Time to really work on it. Time to engage in training at a whole new level. After I take some time off of course!<br />
<br />
<br />Stef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37216864.post-19948263229507814942012-06-16T10:50:00.001-07:002012-06-16T10:50:42.755-07:00Ironman 70.3 Boise Race Report<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcy7e2-KDmlz9m_ALZH5zXaPES5q0ykWgcqfpnTOXFdiRDUANf8OQB_UaThrrhONCOKFjLDVBXhDNoftVuTm3lVdlgEF4P5cf9fRYwKq17EVMmRQShOpS-JM9QpZbgHB1jwBKM/s1600/Boise+70.3+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcy7e2-KDmlz9m_ALZH5zXaPES5q0ykWgcqfpnTOXFdiRDUANf8OQB_UaThrrhONCOKFjLDVBXhDNoftVuTm3lVdlgEF4P5cf9fRYwKq17EVMmRQShOpS-JM9QpZbgHB1jwBKM/s320/Boise+70.3+005.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Parking Lot Below Lucky Peak Reservoir</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<b>1.2 mile swim/56 mile bike/13.1 mile run.</b> <br />
<br />
WOW what a day in Boise on June 9! <br />
<br />
Like my two previous half iron distance races this one will go down in infamy due to weather and "drama" not within my control.<br />
<br />
<b>What WAS in my control I handled in order to:</b><br />
<ul>
<li>Squeak out a slight PR on the swim</li>
<li>Pull out a HUGE run PR while nailing my pacing, and </li>
<li>Once again come through for myself in a big way (the heart of why I do this sport)</li>
</ul>
<b>Let's start from the beginning:</b><br />
<br />
I registered for this race in June of 2011 originally to verify the Ironman 70.3 World Championship Lottery slot that I planned on going for in 2012. If you've been reading for a few months you know that<a href="http://ramblingbydesign.blogspot.com/2012/01/ironman-703-world-championship-lottery.html" target="_blank"> I did win that slot. </a><br />
<br />
<i>I love it when a plan comes together. </i><br />
<br />
But Boise turned out to be so much more than that (<i>of course it did this is me and this is triathlon!</i>).<br />
<br />
I grew up in Owyhee, Nevada on the Duck Valley Indian Reservation in northern Nevada, 148 miles south of Boise, 4 miles south of the Idaho border. It's basically as far north as you can go and still be in Nevada.<br />
<br />
On June 23, 2004, my mother died in Owyhee, the night before my parents were due to move to Las Vegas to begin their retirement years. Eight years ago is the last time I'd been to the area.<br />
<br />
So as the race grew closer, I grew more and more emotional -- in a good way. I've learned since leaving my job as a lawyer in 2005, discovering triathlon in 2006 and starting my business in 2009 NOT to stuff down or ignore my emotions (good or bad). It's ultimately easier to move through them. Not only do I get lots more accomplished that way but it feels better.<br />
<br />
Mom had multiple sclerosis, but her death was unexpected. It threw everyone for a loop and tore the family apart. It was one of the worst times in my life and I all but stopped talking to two of my brothers.<br />
<br />
After we got home from the memorial service, I desperately wanted to get over the entire ordeal. So I went back to the law firm where I worked after taking next to no time off and figured I had moved on. Not. So. Much.<br />
<br />
Time does a decent job of healing things on the surface but if you're ignorant enough to believe you can just move on like nothing happened you'll never completely heal and you'll never be able to live up to your potential. EVER. It will Wear. You. Down.<br />
<br />
Looking back I believe Mom's illness, death and its aftermath had a lot to do with why I eventually turned to triathlon.<br />
<br />
Things seemed to pile on after that, I was angry much of the time, and felt like a complete and total loser at life. With Glenn's support I made some major changes and one of those changes landed me as a volunteer at the <a href="http://ramblingbydesign.blogspot.com/2006/11/silverman-triathlon.html" target="_blank">2006 Silverman -- which is when this blog really started. </a><br />
<br />
As the years went on the family managed to patch a lot of things up and it gradually got to the point where I didn't cringe upon hearing the names of my two youngest brothers.<br />
<br />
Today all four of mom's children are on speaking terms, we get along and we may actually be getting closer. <br />
<br />
Even so, I was flabbergasted, a few days before leaving for Boise, to receive these:<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJRxrFpucRdcDKq4GHDf_CYuIw5tHIbeXt9soZv5TGx2FAvDPL9S9aWxS3W6BxNNrgwsoWT280JQcp4DaUm0jz427i9skCwLmuWcWc6ohlmB-uBea9FZUp9twGJhROMkgX_EWK/s1600/sunflowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJRxrFpucRdcDKq4GHDf_CYuIw5tHIbeXt9soZv5TGx2FAvDPL9S9aWxS3W6BxNNrgwsoWT280JQcp4DaUm0jz427i9skCwLmuWcWc6ohlmB-uBea9FZUp9twGJhROMkgX_EWK/s320/sunflowers.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
My brother Dylan sent these because they were Mom's favorite flower. The card read:<br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<div>
<i><b>Stef: Good luck in Boise! I'm really disappointed I can't be there but will be with you in spirit and know you'll do great. I hope these mom-inspired sunflowers further brighten the next few days as you prepare. Love you and good luck! Love, Dylan</b></i></div>
</blockquote>
</div>
These big races are so much more than races to me. And I know Mom is proud of me for doing this. <br />
<br />
So the flowers made the long drive up to Boise with Tony and me. Glenn couldn't make the trip so I'm grateful Tony wanted to. He showed up in our driveway, we loaded up the van and were on our way.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhouNebPQSxAkiNgUKxuVmWpTi8U47bs1Yu2HUyJ_rYinOOKft6Wlg-hCu-4z_Fsnql_5debQaYSKF2i-GfOhyV3EDRa9RGXkE0fP_gCzpf3OY-_TiVsMEye6QofGXl6knma0_Z/s1600/flowers+in+van+on+way+to+boise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhouNebPQSxAkiNgUKxuVmWpTi8U47bs1Yu2HUyJ_rYinOOKft6Wlg-hCu-4z_Fsnql_5debQaYSKF2i-GfOhyV3EDRa9RGXkE0fP_gCzpf3OY-_TiVsMEye6QofGXl6knma0_Z/s320/flowers+in+van+on+way+to+boise.jpg" width="237" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>With the flowers and the Silverman backpack how could I lose? I couldn't!</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<br />
Tony and I got to Boise a couple of days early and checked everything out. I've always liked Boise as a city and it lived up to my memories. Of course we drove the bike course -- I was super excited to ride it! For reasons beyond my control, though, I would not get to ride it this year.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Race Day</b><br />
<br />
We woke up on race day to a steady rain. Because the race started at noon I figured it would blow over. It didn't. It got worse. It also got windy.<br />
<br />
We brought my bike and gear up to transition at Lucky Peak at 10am and spent the next two hours wet and cold. The temperature was 46 degrees! I later heard reports of it being colder than that and also that there was snow -- I personally didn't see any snow but temps were certainly right for it. <br />
<br />
I put my wetsuit on early to try and keep warm and huddled under a tiny tree with others who were doing the same thing.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgP83QCL2qLveyFEJ94p0mgJiN8U_NF1uUX6_Z_fmbk8qyEw_c45AvyKyMsXaS-nyiQeKR2cbFMzSslxQp-F9YK5TXR0wAajGl3vKFkcpnVkmQTlk6kg92FwmpWJhW9G4D_Mw-/s1600/Boise+70.3+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgP83QCL2qLveyFEJ94p0mgJiN8U_NF1uUX6_Z_fmbk8qyEw_c45AvyKyMsXaS-nyiQeKR2cbFMzSslxQp-F9YK5TXR0wAajGl3vKFkcpnVkmQTlk6kg92FwmpWJhW9G4D_Mw-/s320/Boise+70.3+022.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Smiling but I'm damn uncomfortable here!</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
With less than an hour before the start they announced that due to high gusty winds on the bike course they were <b>cutting the bike portion of the race from 56 miles to 15</b> -- so we'd be riding from Lucky Peak Reservoir into downtown Boise and that's it. The start was delayed so they could set up the run course early and otherwise implement this last minute drastic course change.<br />
<br />
The reaction to the news ranged from surprise, to relief, to YAY! Some people were angry. Some (like me) were nonplussed. Some decided not to do the race. One of my first reactions was: damn, now we have to WAIT to get in the water! The "official" water temperature was 57 degrees -- quite a bit warmer than the air.<br />
<br />
When we lined up for the swim start I was shivering. Involuntarily. Cannot remember the last time I shivered involuntarily.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhORJtInH33672DN0TWZiUubpJLHDXCF2Fl14FfnfuxxFkMj4r28tupLYWNpGG7LExeEEZOxmQHAtllLQl_LLdwxKmcQMEFrSSQBLHG3NLpojeHRFyHTBnh1MRpaz3w1PhNPq7v/s1600/swim+start+%28IM+photo%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhORJtInH33672DN0TWZiUubpJLHDXCF2Fl14FfnfuxxFkMj4r28tupLYWNpGG7LExeEEZOxmQHAtllLQl_LLdwxKmcQMEFrSSQBLHG3NLpojeHRFyHTBnh1MRpaz3w1PhNPq7v/s320/swim+start+%28IM+photo%29.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>My Swim Wave!! Women 40-44!! Waiting to start. Photo Credit: Ironman 70.3 Facebook Page</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4QYDWJzYxgo8J4a51cfDXQDki8dypHwyF-KwMLh-eGUBNtgWdWtoziO5Q0ElSGpa67-oEdgpHv9lZKuhyphenhyphenv9srNdK8nHgWZdrATjfJammppy806LbIvmvFwLksJBm3Q2FRshLJ/s1600/Boise+70.3+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4QYDWJzYxgo8J4a51cfDXQDki8dypHwyF-KwMLh-eGUBNtgWdWtoziO5Q0ElSGpa67-oEdgpHv9lZKuhyphenhyphenv9srNdK8nHgWZdrATjfJammppy806LbIvmvFwLksJBm3Q2FRshLJ/s320/Boise+70.3+023.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Smiling and shivering. These 40-44 ladies seemed to take it all in stride. Great group of women!</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
Normally 57 degree water would feel really cold to me. By the time we got in, it felt like bathwater. Tony snapped this priceless shot right before we started. I look really crazy here. I guess we have to be (at least a little) to do this sport right?<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk7CyREwcOqmcEYjcG8UcSRrXZSlK1qZnvfNQRV3fynv3ftM7xP7JySbs-ygs-U_uh-8QJT5K3yXjPXUszRBXs7lF2Xb7eJCbVt6OAEac7MutmiYJMdySm9zhBagnuJxjxmF6T/s1600/Boise+70.3+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk7CyREwcOqmcEYjcG8UcSRrXZSlK1qZnvfNQRV3fynv3ftM7xP7JySbs-ygs-U_uh-8QJT5K3yXjPXUszRBXs7lF2Xb7eJCbVt6OAEac7MutmiYJMdySm9zhBagnuJxjxmF6T/s320/Boise+70.3+025.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>So glad to be in the water!</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<b>The Swim (1.2 miles)</b><br />
<br />
The swim was excellent! The water was surprisingly flat for a nasty weather day. The rain, the mist and the big yellow buoys gave me flashbacks to Silverman 2008.<br />
<br />
Tony got a couple of great shots of our wave starting!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8n6CXo9P0vbH0hxz3bxsi-qESemDUy_OVT2agbZN9gvVGmmRgd_siUqrE_cwVKzHuzepJI1Yj3JZXrugyiWVrsDRpSU-r2LMF8lj2AoCxa9fpP6xMmagaP9mKcZwFwyvnEGrZ/s1600/Boise+70.3+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8n6CXo9P0vbH0hxz3bxsi-qESemDUy_OVT2agbZN9gvVGmmRgd_siUqrE_cwVKzHuzepJI1Yj3JZXrugyiWVrsDRpSU-r2LMF8lj2AoCxa9fpP6xMmagaP9mKcZwFwyvnEGrZ/s320/Boise+70.3+027.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA8XCNNE4g347C7ieKHTbtuN3iyYJkdBkqo3IHM9RFB6vbWPcjMIYAToJM57O5tywdeAma3q8q9fdpeLmX04JxpH-XEh6gP-p5l7VQIwEUVVlgMviCuEJb_l9TdGII28RqS5Nd/s1600/Boise+70.3+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA8XCNNE4g347C7ieKHTbtuN3iyYJkdBkqo3IHM9RFB6vbWPcjMIYAToJM57O5tywdeAma3q8q9fdpeLmX04JxpH-XEh6gP-p5l7VQIwEUVVlgMviCuEJb_l9TdGII28RqS5Nd/s320/Boise+70.3+026.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
Our wave wasn't huge so there was very little body contact. Every two
minutes or so the fast peeps from the waves behind would come through. I
held my steady 1.2 mile pace and came in with a time of 50:11 which is over a 1 minute PR over my last full half iron swim!<br />
<br />
Very happy with that it's about what I expected. I'd love to eventually get my 1.2 miles down to 45 minutes or less but that's coming. :-)<br />
<br />
<b>T1</b><br />
<br />
I felt nice and warm coming out of the water and they had wetsuit strippers. Score! After my suit was stripped off I trotted to my bike and got down to business.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWPMJPPiMgjn6sOJA3eNBxjeBviyG7a2PWbdkOpMzBI8lDk-ilVv2fBSyHBiGtlO9Cxs3bKpwyt3YvaKCn5Cbsa_5M785cFn-78KJGCwIgTz_cyvvq2WcKPshxCLEvWf1ywoOj/s1600/Boise+70.3+028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWPMJPPiMgjn6sOJA3eNBxjeBviyG7a2PWbdkOpMzBI8lDk-ilVv2fBSyHBiGtlO9Cxs3bKpwyt3YvaKCn5Cbsa_5M785cFn-78KJGCwIgTz_cyvvq2WcKPshxCLEvWf1ywoOj/s320/Boise+70.3+028.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Tony was waiting for me at my bike and snapped this lovely shot</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Boise is a "clean" transition, meaning nothing gets left on the ground. Rooting through a transition bag when you're already wet and it's cold out is a bit of a pain in the ass -- but you deal with it. Everyone has to! I got transitioned in what felt like a decent time, was nearly to the Bike Out, when I realized:<br />
<b><br /></b><br />
<i>Oh F*&K! I forgot my GPS!!!!!</i><br />
<b><br /></b><br />
Rooting through the bag in a hurry . . . . . UGH!! For a split second I considered just leaving it but . . . NO!! Not only did I pay for it but I WANTED my friends and family to track me!<br />
<br />
I ran back to my spot, screaming <i>"Tony I forgot my GPS!!"</i> He pointed me to my bag, I found the GPS, put it on, and was out of transition for real this time.<b> </b><br />
<br />
<b>The Bike (15 miles)</b><br />
<br />
The rain had slowed by the time I got on the bike -- but the combination of riding on wet roads with the wind blowing and what felt like a billion people passing me made me eager to get it over with.<br />
<br />
I hammered as best I could and came into T2 with a time of 49:27 (only time in history my bike time beat my swim time LOL). I felt very "off" my usual rhythm during the just under 15 mile ride. I came into T2 glad to be DONE with the bike -- not the ride I trained for but it was what it was.<br />
<br />
It did throw me for a loop though for the first few moments of the run. <br />
<br />
<b>The Run (13.1 miles)</b><br />
<br />
My mindset transitioning from bike to run was not the best. My stomach was feeling very unsettled and stressed, which is so NOT normal for me during a race! It made me really nervous and even scared.<br />
<br />
The mean heinous part of my brain capitalized on that stress and fear:<br />
<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<i>"Bah, this race doesn't really matter anymore with such a shortened bike. All you have to do is verify your slot to worlds. Just take it easy, you can't run that well anyway."</i><br />
<br />
<i>"You're not strong enough to do this -- you didn't eat right before the race you'll never have the run you visualized here."</i></blockquote>
<br />
I stopped in a porta potty just outside of transition faced with a choice: I could either go after the run the way I do in training, and the way I've visualized for this race many times . . . or I could half ass it. I got briefly angry at myself.<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
Seriously???<br />
<br />
After all these years I'm still facing asinine choices like this???<br />
<br />
Crap like this is still running through my head?????<br />
<br />
Obviously yes.</blockquote>
<br />
I started running and my stomach protested. My entire torso area felt discombobulated, sloshy and started to ache. Having no choice but to take it easy I jogged at a snails pace until it got to be too much.<br />
<br />
<b>As I slowed to a walk within the first mile the decision was made. </b><br />
<br />
I was going to run 4 minutes, walk 1 and do the best that I could with what was going on! Once the decision was made the mean part of my brain shut off for good and I was back in control of my own destiny. So grateful for that!<br />
<br />
The first three miles were a 12:42 pace which is about right for a super easy run for me. <br />
<br />
After that my stomach settled down and I was able to turn it up -- mile by mile I worked it, going by feel, doing the 4/1 run/walk combination for the entire run! Brought the pace down to 12:01 and held it there for the rest of the race. I'm super proud of this because never in a long course race before have I finished stronger than I started! <br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4avf1cajYqk2OdA_Sz53hJ5mEg1zrE2GrE2AVytqRiSrHfnYkLu4lYol2aXMGGTBtvh0F-AnrPDi-ejutvQsdVZHtEoGoLGbPwcf9mJnR5PfAFwfXKfUwmqCaJAzFqx1ngHle/s1600/Boise+70.3+030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4avf1cajYqk2OdA_Sz53hJ5mEg1zrE2GrE2AVytqRiSrHfnYkLu4lYol2aXMGGTBtvh0F-AnrPDi-ejutvQsdVZHtEoGoLGbPwcf9mJnR5PfAFwfXKfUwmqCaJAzFqx1ngHle/s320/Boise+70.3+030.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>I always follow my fuel plan -- which worked for me here as it always does!</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfabbFSSNIUxea_NOEbf0MIFNw_xr5nfoaWvOPfaUwSulMgjOoPrvMiox3fsZZhup1lS4BaGVweExOj9_2koMYy6OLwuG3foA2b2q4Yir7SKAEfATN7rxQJqaP6GAIfqaN-RjM/s1600/Boise+70.3+031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfabbFSSNIUxea_NOEbf0MIFNw_xr5nfoaWvOPfaUwSulMgjOoPrvMiox3fsZZhup1lS4BaGVweExOj9_2koMYy6OLwuG3foA2b2q4Yir7SKAEfATN7rxQJqaP6GAIfqaN-RjM/s320/Boise+70.3+031.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
The Boise greenbelt is wonderful! Most of the run was along the river (you can see it in the two shots above) and it was nice and cool out! The sun came out too and we had some wind gusts . . . but overall these conditions were ideal for me to have a great run!<br />
<br />
<i>[I used to never ever walk during races because once I start walking it's all over for me mentally. Not anymore! I typically do not train run/walk style but it's what saved my run here and kept me going].</i><br />
<br />
<br />
Run time: 2:39:53. This decimates both run times from Silverman and the Utah Half! What a great baseline to work from now! I could not be more pleased!<br />
<br />
The actual time for this run fell a bit short of my time goal for this part of the race -- but honestly, I don't care. I pushed myself harder than I ever have
in a race like this and I came through on the pacing. A faster overall
time would have been gravy. I'll get there! My goals are within reach!<br />
<br />
<b>The Finish</b><br />
<br />
Having never done an "Ironman" branded race, I was not prepared for the volume of people lining the finish chute. Typically when I finish a long race the finish line is a ghost town. Not sure whether it was the crowds, the inner sense of absolute accomplishment I felt, or the fact that I had a little more in the tank but in those last few long blocks I passed about ten people and ended up with the best most jubilant finish photo ever!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig0y3z-GcZTJfKedF6pbTjgNg97RWLd_R0mN4fJukhJrzflQ0WH2YiOB84kj1mgpRpBQ5vAG6FKu_MVy_jmxjLhjHtBw5y_w41Fs5gY8HtJUpNWQ2qZ_377Oxc_2swxfcyXx-m/s1600/Finisher+shot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig0y3z-GcZTJfKedF6pbTjgNg97RWLd_R0mN4fJukhJrzflQ0WH2YiOB84kj1mgpRpBQ5vAG6FKu_MVy_jmxjLhjHtBw5y_w41Fs5gY8HtJUpNWQ2qZ_377Oxc_2swxfcyXx-m/s320/Finisher+shot.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<b>How I know I finished the way I wanted to</b>: immediately after this picture was taken I was "caught" by a volunteer -- he had to hold me up for a few seconds as I felt wobbly and disoriented. He told me I felt cold, put a blanket on me, asked me if I felt nauseous (I did not) and supported me while I got my bearings. <br />
<br />
Tony found me a few moments later and took these photos.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTQpISJdUYo7xIYwbfF-T-jotQKHP8fYJw6IbWpQ6eWhohHKi2XtmKfKdUudi0nO_iKUTWTVr4aTOblBkM90T1LkTaezLSDEIFWBv9KLGcZ6HJkbCPDWgpZFHSTQhepQ93yViC/s1600/Boise+70.3+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTQpISJdUYo7xIYwbfF-T-jotQKHP8fYJw6IbWpQ6eWhohHKi2XtmKfKdUudi0nO_iKUTWTVr4aTOblBkM90T1LkTaezLSDEIFWBv9KLGcZ6HJkbCPDWgpZFHSTQhepQ93yViC/s320/Boise+70.3+036.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Victory!</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3MibKTSd0r7jJrPmZVM-Y8I3exwLTDxo7ouKwI6mxcEmI6fI6jJRtecptM8z4FSVp_4HNoblVts1PydCTORaq7mhB557jfcUHc8BpfjheL3RPW_xpFfYzgVHQ0DvF9JRQiQnN/s1600/Boise+70.3+038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3MibKTSd0r7jJrPmZVM-Y8I3exwLTDxo7ouKwI6mxcEmI6fI6jJRtecptM8z4FSVp_4HNoblVts1PydCTORaq7mhB557jfcUHc8BpfjheL3RPW_xpFfYzgVHQ0DvF9JRQiQnN/s320/Boise+70.3+038.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>We liked the Capitol building in the background. Downtown Boise is really cool!</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
Then we went to the athlete food area where I practically inhaled two sliders and a slice of pizza. <br />
<br />
The next morning we packed the van and headed for home.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheCAtf01NVTOp1Rhow9lh8yGU3Xi64IVoXU0mK3pXnkbh-WqK-uYW-Mj4DCtjTH-EUcQ9SjEK6RQlNAcLKgu2-0x0jf65xJ0euohTR7eQ-Qiav3N-V97RicuC3aOSH9jSchI54/s1600/flowers+in+van+on+way+home.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheCAtf01NVTOp1Rhow9lh8yGU3Xi64IVoXU0mK3pXnkbh-WqK-uYW-Mj4DCtjTH-EUcQ9SjEK6RQlNAcLKgu2-0x0jf65xJ0euohTR7eQ-Qiav3N-V97RicuC3aOSH9jSchI54/s320/flowers+in+van+on+way+home.jpg" width="237" /></a></div>
<br />
On the way home we stopped in a place that has special meaning for my mom and family:<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTvG8gjGIdM4UHcPl4X-3DL8aQOFvwWAUOLe4qZo62ozV20jKxM1Ys7IsOlVNwIVIC-ZDtnT7dD7G5QomEm3Nfl1IjJ5nR866yTbowhs6hbsvjVPqU0xbN-MG6RVAGtTMT6I14/s1600/Boise+70.3+039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTvG8gjGIdM4UHcPl4X-3DL8aQOFvwWAUOLe4qZo62ozV20jKxM1Ys7IsOlVNwIVIC-ZDtnT7dD7G5QomEm3Nfl1IjJ5nR866yTbowhs6hbsvjVPqU0xbN-MG6RVAGtTMT6I14/s320/Boise+70.3+039.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>The beautiful Snake River</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
And we stopped in Owyhee to get this shot of the post office. Where my father was postmaster for 23 years.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOaG-xGvoEySlub6ySKoZHt7ZnHOWhUjiyU6adKJVnjaE5-ndIoujnC2vBwMFYfvvs7-V1QPrvsofVgq74asTDzdb2wCYPNruAhMEysZkMds6HJfPjuKwJtZNXKhyUmDSr8EaD/s1600/Boise+70.3+044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOaG-xGvoEySlub6ySKoZHt7ZnHOWhUjiyU6adKJVnjaE5-ndIoujnC2vBwMFYfvvs7-V1QPrvsofVgq74asTDzdb2wCYPNruAhMEysZkMds6HJfPjuKwJtZNXKhyUmDSr8EaD/s320/Boise+70.3+044.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
I'm glad this race turned out the way it did. We all have our struggles. It's so important to roll through changes that are beyond our control, even when it's not always ideal, don't you think? <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Stef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37216864.post-74814162367088741472012-04-30T19:37:00.001-07:002012-04-30T19:37:26.872-07:00I Love Open Water Swimming and Boise is Looming!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYuEiU-deYBaJ4dsgG0MCB7A8rb9iN0c6DCcnezquEuIsAlfRMYuRni3Gq2qMuz1ndivsGs0L2h9m50reBKWue4j7N-n29uJePu3WwEX9JlIQ8Tu3ys47zQ6GftUaFx_Yy84Kn/s1600/Finish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYuEiU-deYBaJ4dsgG0MCB7A8rb9iN0c6DCcnezquEuIsAlfRMYuRni3Gq2qMuz1ndivsGs0L2h9m50reBKWue4j7N-n29uJePu3WwEX9JlIQ8Tu3ys47zQ6GftUaFx_Yy84Kn/s320/Finish.jpg" width="212" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Finishing RAGE!</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<b>Still feeling happy about Rage so decided to post a picture! </b><br />
<br />
With <a href="http://ironmanboise.com/" target="_blank">Boise 70.3</a> less than 40 days out, the workouts have gotten super race specific.<br />
<br />
<b>As in:</b><br />
<br />
Saturday Brick: 53 miles biked, 3.2 miles run. <br />
Sunday Brick: 13.4 miles biked, 10.75 miles run.<br />
<br />
<b>Which made today's easy open water swim just what the doctor ordered!</b><br />
<br />
Didn't sleep well last night (which is unusual). Yesterday's long run lingered in my body longer than "normal." Probably because it was an excellent run with coach confirming: "Really good pacing!" when she saw the data.<br />
<br />
Plus it was in the heat. Not in the extreme heat we had at Rage -- thankfully after that uber hot day temps dropped back down to normal spring temps here in the desert southwest.<br />
<br />
Which meant that yesterday the high was 86 with a nice light breeze. To me that's warm (not hot) and provided excellent opportunity for acclimating for the "real" heat soon to come.<br />
<br />
[I'm hoping Boise will be no warmer than yesterday on June 9 -- just putting it out there]<br />
<br />
<b>This afternoon Tony and I went down to the lake for a 45 minute easy unstructured swim.</b><br />
<br />
It was windy, and the water was what I call moderately choppy. Just enough chop to make it fun and still be relaxing. It was one of those workouts that, had I not pre-planned with Tony I'd have been tempted to skip. Cobwebs lingered in my head and body from the long workouts and a nap sounded really good.<br />
<br />
LOVE my new wetsuit. My old one was too small and was a thick water skiing suit. Wearing my new one is like night and day and it seems to make me more buoyant!<br />
<br />
<b>Out in the lake surrounded by chop with Tony swimming near my right elbow I felt at peace. </b><br />
<ul>
<li>Excited for Boise (and a little nervous). </li>
<li>Surprised at one point to have a plant in my face (shallow water)</li>
<li>Wondering how cold the water in the <a href="http://ironmanboise.com/course/swim/" target="_blank">Lucky Peak Reservoir </a>will be on June 9.</li>
<li>Remembering I do well in cold water. :-)</li>
</ul>
Yeah. Boise. I grew up near there. That's a whole other story for a whole other post. For now it's time to do my 30 minute recovery trainer ride.<br />
<br />
Have a great week everyone!!<br />
<br />
<br />Stef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37216864.post-3526598935213772772012-04-22T09:01:00.000-07:002012-04-22T20:26:47.170-07:00RAGE Race Report (PRs!)<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGHUxamU8JXAAolXRphrXkm_66y-OdQz3ML1UO66jXvgYvP4dldNBEul9oWEc0CACNt4AlCGf2QxO7JkzqYsABEGCNtCMjRGpqofLFXRTMGr3xBnxdhzthgi0Qh7Iu0M4OhXWF/s1600/pic+from+Rage+site.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="129" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGHUxamU8JXAAolXRphrXkm_66y-OdQz3ML1UO66jXvgYvP4dldNBEul9oWEc0CACNt4AlCGf2QxO7JkzqYsABEGCNtCMjRGpqofLFXRTMGr3xBnxdhzthgi0Qh7Iu0M4OhXWF/s320/pic+from+Rage+site.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>RAGE Bike Course Picture from http://bbsctri.com/</b></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<b>Rage ROCKED!</b><br />
<br />
I have to say! It was tough! Which is normal, because, it's RAGE! Hot and hilly.<br />
<br />
<b>Brief Recap</b><br />
<br />
1500 meter swim<br />
25 mile bike<br />
6.2 mile run<br />
<br />
I got a PR in the <b>swim</b> which I was totally NOT expecting and squeaked by with a PR on the <b>bike</b>. The run . . . ah the run . . . unfortunately did not go exactly as planned. And my transitions were slow.<br />
<br />
<b>Overall Time: 4:05:01</b> -- (or 4:58 off of a PR, 5:02 off my goal). I was looking to break 4 hours and was reasonably close. My initial disappointment was dissipated by the overall awesomeness of the day.<br />
<br />
They changed the course this year.<br />
<br />
On the bike I would say it made it a smidge harder. The run, probably about the same. [I'd be curious to hear opinions from other tri club peeps on this]. The run could have been a bit harder too. For the sake of this report we'll just say that it was. :-)~~<br />
<br />
__________________________________________________<br />
<br />
<b>Detailed Recap: </b><br />
<br />
My swim wave didn't start until 8am but I got there at 6. I like to get a good spot, take my time setting up and not feel rushed.<b> </b>Transition was about a mile long and they had athletes grouped together by length of race. I saw Heather, Brooke, and several other LV tri club members in transition before our start.<br />
<br />
Tony was there doing the sprint relay with his son Todd. Todd remarked that he heard that my training was going really well. I replied that yes it helps to have Tony supporting me. Todd said "yeah Dad is a good motivator." It's strange to hear someone call Tony "Dad." LOL!<br />
<br />
Our cycling buddy Sean was also there as part of a sprint relay. Really fun to see him!<br />
<br />
Got in the water about 7:40, warmed up and before I knew it there was a handful of ladies waiting to start!<br />
<br />
<b>Swim:</b><br />
<br />
More perfect conditions could not be found anywhere, plus my new wetsuit ROCKS! The course was a simple rectangle.<br />
<br />
Our group was not large (it never is) -- so body contact was at a minimum. One woman started to swim over me but I think she realized she made a mistake because halfway through the attempt she let up and backed off. I didn't have to throw an elbow or anything I just held my line.<br />
<br />
About 1/3 of the way through the course I noticed some caps from the wave before mine. About halfway through I noticed caps from two waves ahead. <b><i>This never happens to me.</i></b> Although now, I suppose it does!!! NEVER say "never."<br />
<br />
My plan for the swim was to start pretty easy, build to moderate and kick it in at the end. Success!! I kept a straight line and felt invigorated by the water.<br />
<br />
<b>Swim time: 35:47!!! Woo Hoo</b><br />
Previous fastest Olympic distance swim time: 37:47 (at <a href="http://ramblingbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/06/bam-race-report.html" target="_blank">BAM 2009</a>)<br />
<br />
This PR caught me totally by surprise. Did NOT see it coming. I used to get annoyed when people would say stuff like that on their blog and I'd be thinking "<i>yeah right. sandbagger</i>." Ha ha! Sorry for thinking that!<br />
<br />
<b>T1: 4:46</b><br />
<br />
When <a href="http://multisportmastery.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Coach</a> saw my transition times she said: "Let's quicken up those transition times for Boise!" <br />
<br />
Hmmm . . . ya think there could have been five minutes in there somewhere? I initially blamed my run for not quite hitting my PR. But now I realize it was a combination of slow transition times, a bit of holding back on the bike, and the run.<br />
<br />
<b>Bike:</b><br />
<br />
Plan on the bike was to go out easy and build. Stick to my nutrition plan. Nutrition was basically a scaled down version of my 70.3 bike fueling plan: Bottle of Perpeteum (should be called Elixer of the Gods), a few Gu Chomps, Thermolytes, and lots of water. Even though 25 miles is a short(er) ride for me these days, having a fuel plan helps pass the time. Plus it was going to be HOT so I needed to be vigilant.<br />
<br />
The bike course felt HARDER than usual! They made us go down that big hill into Northshore, then up the large hill after it before the turnaround (this was "new" for Rage and in my opinion made the course slightly harder). I was suffering and I know I lost a a bit of time in places. I know this because I held back during some of the easier parts when I could have pushed harder without a bunch of extra suffering. I caught myself doing it a couple of times. Disappointing.<br />
<br />
Still it was enough for a RAGE bike PR.<br />
<br />
<b>Bike time: 1:57:06</b><br />
Previous RAGE bike time: 1:57:29 <br />
<br />
Nice. I'll take it.<br />
<b><br /></b><br />
<b>T2: 4:24</b><br />
<br />
Yeah . . . . . see above. :-)<br />
<br />
<b>The Run:</b><br />
<br />
My run time sucked. No way around it. Still, in mulling it over, I believe I could have PR'd if my transitions were shorter and I'd pushed harder on the bike. After all I was less than five minutes shy. <br />
<br />
There was quite a long run from my bike space down to the timing mat and it was all downhill. Kind of a warm up if you will. Tony was down by the timing mat and he ran the first few paces with me saying "looking good Stef!" Tony always tells me I look good. Hear that often enough and you start to believe it. LOL!<br />
<br />
I was overcome with gratitude that a) Tony is in my life and b) I was off the bike. But I was feeling kind of like crap too. It was starting to get HOT.<br />
<br />
The first part of the run was on a dirt road filled with rocks. There were so many rocks it was hard to get a good line -- then it became an uphill. Where I started to walk. From there I strategically alternated run/walking. Disappointed (because walking did not figure into my plan) but also knew that if I really wanted to I could keep the run together, mentally and physically.<br />
<br />
Just because things don't always turn out like you want doesn't mean there's nothing there to salvage. That attitude kept my run from turning into a death march. I did keep it together the entire time. How do I know? I methodically worked each mile, was flexible, and when all was said and done it didn't feel like I was out there as long as I was. Somehow the miles seemed to tick on by, just like they do in training. WOOT!<br />
<br />
The first three miles were basically uphill. So the second half was a huge negative split!<br />
<br />
A highlight of the run was when a guy passed me (he was doing the half iron) and said "Yay, <a href="http://www.myathletelive.com/" target="_blank">LiveAthlete</a>!" We had rented the same GPS! Three athletes rented them for this race, two guys and me. How funny that we saw each other on the course. I laughed out loud when I thought about his little arrow passing mine on the GPS map! Sometimes it's the little things.<br />
<br />
As I approached the finish on the long rocky dirt road I saw Tony running out to meet me. By this time I was so hot and frustrated and feeling a bit defeated I just wanted to be DONE. Tony asked me if I needed Gatorade -- I said no I just want to be done! He didn't tell me I was looking good this time. Or maybe he did I don't exactly remember. He said something encouraging though -- he always does. He may remember what he said -- LOL.<br />
<br />
<b>Run time: 1:23</b><br />
<br />
<i>CRINGE</i> -- I've run so much faster than that in training. I will say though that someone commented on another Tri Club member's status who felt similarly about her run. This person said (to her): <br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">You rocked it girl...for the first day of the year to have </span></span></b></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">heat like this, you are stronger than you think! Great job!</span></span></b></i></div>
<br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">I don't know the person who said this but it helped me to (again) put things in perspective. I took solace from it -- especially since it was over 90 degrees when I finished. I haven't run in heat like that in at least a couple of years. </span><br />
<br />
<b>The Aftermath</b><br />
<br />
Tony took me to the massage tent, sat me down, and got me a plate of food. He waited on me hand and foot. The other athletes in the tent I think were jealous! So after eating I got my very first post race massage! It. Was. Awesome!!<br />
<br />
To sum up: RAGE was a success! There is always something to be learned from any big race, and I learned more about my ability and need to push and to tighten some things up going into Boise. My love for RAGE knows no bounds -- it's very tough, it draws a big crowd and it's impeccably run.<br />
<br />
LOVE IT!<br />
<br />
Have a great Sunday -- if you're racing today Good Luck kick some butt out there!! <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Stef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37216864.post-25778777554036716012012-04-20T12:20:00.000-07:002012-04-20T12:20:17.429-07:00Splurging is FUN -- Track Me Tomorrow at RAGE!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9MdjhliedZCmA_KtIXza_W_ULA3wwzIMSV7DQAGzeIOkGkjQeTMQQwax_Ys5pdB6xee84e3eUpWflUhSZBbQNfXFvBbJodBYDjF8bRU4phWuxBUaHLdFmsdCHo-MmawMZDe1M/s1600/RAGE+number.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9MdjhliedZCmA_KtIXza_W_ULA3wwzIMSV7DQAGzeIOkGkjQeTMQQwax_Ys5pdB6xee84e3eUpWflUhSZBbQNfXFvBbJodBYDjF8bRU4phWuxBUaHLdFmsdCHo-MmawMZDe1M/s320/RAGE+number.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
Normally on the day before a race I'm super nervous. Even if I'm off my feet resting (which I normally do) the stress seems to find a way in. Then it slaps me around and makes me tired and fried feeling.<br />
<br />
I'm happy to say that today is different. Sure I'm a little nervous but mostly the past few days I've felt acutely how much racing in RAGE means to me and how far I've come -- and even though I've struggled with eating a bit these past few weeks (again) I know I'm ready. And grateful.<br />
<br />
<b>And I've SPLURGED on a GPS tracker for the occasion!</b><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb9gNNfDzjQ3Yq3DgC8Zg5Zihi6_O7BMO7GfmZ7Ipql06SBJWTUH_1e8fUPI_kxQy9eADf3Q0emeGofnrLLsCiX0DFdHItdZuPgMLI2MelfETGvfSTDhcoDlp5mbJOrXRzShyphenhyphenw/s1600/GPS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb9gNNfDzjQ3Yq3DgC8Zg5Zihi6_O7BMO7GfmZ7Ipql06SBJWTUH_1e8fUPI_kxQy9eADf3Q0emeGofnrLLsCiX0DFdHItdZuPgMLI2MelfETGvfSTDhcoDlp5mbJOrXRzShyphenhyphenw/s320/GPS.jpg" width="199" /></a></div>
My impression is that most people get the tracker for Half Iron and Iron distance races -- which makes sense. However I'm rocking the GPS for my Olympic BABY!<br />
<br />
<b>Here's how you can track me!</b><br />
<br />
<b>If you're on an iPhone or home computer you can track me live using this link:</b><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<a href="http://track.myathletelive.com/vemap.aspx?name=247341" target="_blank">Track.MyAthleteLive.com/vemap.<wbr></wbr>aspx?name=247341</a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b>PDA/Blackberry use this link:</b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<a href="http://track.myathletelive.com/pda.aspx?name=247341" target="_blank">Track.MyAthleteLive.com/pda.<wbr></wbr>aspx?name=247341</a></div>
<br />My swim wave starts at 8am (pacific time) I expect the swim to take
around 40 minutes. The tracking begins when I get on the bike.<br />
<br />
The GPS uses cell phone technology and the signal is generally strong out there. <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxb2SVpbMLhnmpaYmTsknYAK7VzeYKYpoOLRB90k41hZVN7uUPt2WsU__bBBTBj_h4hgqH36u7mmREwuwi_T5UvSXPcAm7ihyphenhyphenJKDC8d7Ngs-M_EJStSlmkq2cUTvXgDdimNmd/s1600/feed+zone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxb2SVpbMLhnmpaYmTsknYAK7VzeYKYpoOLRB90k41hZVN7uUPt2WsU__bBBTBj_h4hgqH36u7mmREwuwi_T5UvSXPcAm7ihyphenhyphenJKDC8d7Ngs-M_EJStSlmkq2cUTvXgDdimNmd/s320/feed+zone.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
Speaking of struggling with food, this came in the mail yesterday. I can tell you right now the pasta and eggs has changed my life. Sure I'm prone to being melodramatic at times but I'm SERIOUS. Thanks to <a href="http://muppetdogs.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Molly</a> for initially posting about it and since that post it seems like a lot of my tri friends have it. I hate to cook but the recipes look doable and delicious!<br />
<br />
Speaking of that I need to go eat lunch now.<br />
<br />
Have a great weekend peeps! If you're racing I hope you meet and exceed your goals out there!Stef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37216864.post-43200566883027112492012-04-17T19:12:00.002-07:002012-04-17T19:12:44.731-07:00New Wetsuit! (Rage is getting closer)Today Tony and I went down to the lake so I could practice in my new wetsuit.<br />
<br />
I was nervous. Sometimes it doesn't take much. <br />
<ul>
<li>Would the wetsuit fit?</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>Would swimming one mile feel difficult?</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>Would the water be cold?</li>
</ul>
Turns out I was nervous for nothing!<br />
<br />
The wetsuit fit and slid off more quickly and easily than my old one. Except for one little thing at the neck, which Tony adjusted for me, it worked perfectly. It felt more buoyant than my old one and more flexible.<br />
<br />
Swimming one mile did not feel difficult. HELLO what have I been doing in the pool all these months?!?!?!? My swim goal time for Rage is not overly ambitious. Nor is it mind numbingly easy. It's based on exactly where I am with swimming right now. I'm making larger gains right now on the bike and the run so the meat of my goals are there. <br />
<br />
The water was PERFECT! Felt much warmer than a couple of weeks ago. Plus it was flat and calm and was GORGEOUS out there.<br />
<br />
Tony is doing the Rage sprint as part of a relay. He didn't need to swim nearly that far but he did it anyway. He feels prepared for his swim leg. We both had a blast out there. It was a low pressure race week workout.<br />
<br />
YIKES Rage is three days away!<br />
<br />
Hope everyone is having a good week!<br />
<br />
<br />Stef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37216864.post-81550415325386783992012-04-15T12:46:00.002-07:002012-04-15T12:46:45.099-07:00I'm Ready to RAGE!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgifGEsqoGMque0mgWrsdZForoLu6umktmbQnbbYPvFROUuKnUbr3J9ClT-I_tFAdHf9gDJH_1pMre28OQpV7U1HTRThtBWqAnYw5OksZfdIqxrDa42eKLnfUpSgiK_Pe4tXhe5/s1600/RAGE-by-Safelite-Logo-Web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgifGEsqoGMque0mgWrsdZForoLu6umktmbQnbbYPvFROUuKnUbr3J9ClT-I_tFAdHf9gDJH_1pMre28OQpV7U1HTRThtBWqAnYw5OksZfdIqxrDa42eKLnfUpSgiK_Pe4tXhe5/s1600/RAGE-by-Safelite-Logo-Web.jpg" /></a></div>
<a href="http://bbsctri.com/rage" target="_blank">Rage is a race near and dear to my heart.</a><br />
<br />
It's a tough, local race.<br />
<br />
It always sells out. <br />
<br />
<b>It's next Saturday, April 21.</b><br />
<br />
Rain or shine (we had rain here yesterday).<br />
<br />
Wind or no wind.<br />
<br />
Cold water or . . . <i><b>oh who the hell am I kidding the water will be cold.</b></i><br />
<br />
I'm ready to RAGE!<br />
<br />
I first did Rage in 2008. My very first Olympic distance (1500 meter swim, 24.9 mile bike, 6.2 mile run). <b>Took me 4:45 and change. I was DFL and finished surrounded by athletes doing the half iron course.</b><br />
<br />
2009 was a <i>wee bit faster.</i> I completed Rage in 4:00:03. My goal in 2009 was to break four hours.<br />
<br />
<b>I could say, for drama's sake, that those 3 seconds have haunted me for the past three years. </b><br />
<b>If that were true it would be pretty dramatic.</b><br />
<br />
But all I can do as I look at that time is laugh. A lot! Not at the three seconds, but at how far I went in one year and how far I've come overall.<br />
<br />
To say I'm gunning for a PR next Saturday is an understatement. Not because I'm ashamed of a four hour time. I'm not!<br />
<br />
Not because I feel like I have anything to prove. I don't!<br />
<br />
Because I'm just so damn grateful! For my health. For my husband. For my friends. For these beautiful training grounds I live in. For my support system. For the fact that I am getting stronger and faster every day.<br />
<br />
<b>Because every time I think about the fact that <a href="http://ramblingbydesign.blogspot.com/2012/01/ironman-703-world-championship-lottery.html" target="_blank">I won an Ironman 70.3 World Championship Lottery Slot</a> I cry a little. It's a chance of a lifetime. It means so much. And it's mine. </b><br />
<br />
Rage has played a huge part in my triathlon growth and evolution. I want to take what I accomplished at the <a href="http://ramblingbydesign.blogspot.com/2012/03/race-report-las-vegas-triathlon-club.html" target="_blank">Las Vegas Tri Club season opener</a> and continue to run with that, take it further. A new PR on the Rage Olympic distance course will be tangible evidence of that.<br />
<br />
I'm ready.Stef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37216864.post-22427766367593526082012-04-02T11:07:00.000-07:002012-04-02T11:07:01.853-07:00The Ride from Hell<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDXprkdVMpL-J1RWLBXmd35XR3aalQ7lk7gQ6sBQOHYMjx9KBLPY3N-jfG7t1svYIPiLaxagPxWygm8Oner9kn6bv6rmCAqrl378xy-r0yAT8paeQy24-8wDtN76jcQ29m6REz/s1600/Northshore+Road+%28hard+ride%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDXprkdVMpL-J1RWLBXmd35XR3aalQ7lk7gQ6sBQOHYMjx9KBLPY3N-jfG7t1svYIPiLaxagPxWygm8Oner9kn6bv6rmCAqrl378xy-r0yAT8paeQy24-8wDtN76jcQ29m6REz/s320/Northshore+Road+%28hard+ride%29.jpg" width="179" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Northshore Road</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
Saturday was one of those rides that tested my limits and brought out all of my inner demons and insecurities.<br />
<br />
It felt like the <a href="http://ramblingbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/shifts-and-celebrations.html" target="_blank">Utah Half bike leg,</a> but without the rain, hail and police car trailing me out of farm country as the "last" athlete on the course. <br />
<br />
It was sunny, gorgeous, and I nailed my nutrition.<br />
<br />
But when the worst wind in recent memory wouldn't let up, I broke down.<br />
<br />
Twice.<br />
<br />
Ugh.<br />
<br />
To add insult to injury, the wind got worse as the day went on. Which on an ordinary day wouldn't matter because I'd be inside. But on Saturday I volunteered out on the run course for the Leadman Triathlon.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.leadmantri.com/page/show/291368-las-vegas-nv" target="_blank">Leadman is an epic 125km adventure </a>that had the athletes swimming 2.5k in white capping water, slicing through the wind for 109.5k on the same course I had just suffered through, and running 13k UPHILL from Boulder Beach to Boulder City. Seriously. It's insane.<br />
<br />
It was humbling -- supporting the athletes as they ran by our mile 4 aid station I couldn't exactly complain about my horrific 46 miles cycling in that crap.<br />
<br />
Well I could. And did. In my mind.<br />
<br />
The wind never let up -- we had cups flying everywhere. Coke spilled on athletes and on us. Cooler lid flying open. Repeatedly. Until I kicked it closed.<br />
<br />
I guess the lesson here is that some days suck. But those who care still show up.<br />
<br />
I care deeply. About my goals, about the triathlon community, and about giving back and supporting fellow athletes. And I'm not alone. Hundreds of volunteers who also care showed up and we helped to make Leadman a success!!<br />
<br />
Some days that has to be enough. And on Saturday, it was. <br />
<br />
<br />Stef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37216864.post-27274554300672831432012-03-30T12:28:00.000-07:002012-03-30T12:28:07.347-07:00Holy RUN Batman!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6jmawnDc601urqTdDHavhM-wuze8BcIIAgnXWzTd6TL1qWmXL6BcNXxueTWYOc_Wa5ERFCqO6ItAABmdw7OYybA2_UIMs4QsyM_WxZbK0fikjn79l0Qbzt7GEwyWr3KOf03pO/s1600/Runner+sunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6jmawnDc601urqTdDHavhM-wuze8BcIIAgnXWzTd6TL1qWmXL6BcNXxueTWYOc_Wa5ERFCqO6ItAABmdw7OYybA2_UIMs4QsyM_WxZbK0fikjn79l0Qbzt7GEwyWr3KOf03pO/s320/Runner+sunset.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<b>My run is improving. Dramatically.</b><br />
<br />
Due to changes happening in my mind as well as my body. While my body is stronger and fitter than ever before, my mind is also much more . . . . expansive. More than ever.<br />
<br />
<b>After today's strong run on the RAGE course I believe my quest for a PR is not only well founded but inevitable.</b><br />
<br />
<b>As long as I don't let my fears get the better of me.</b> Which of course they always try. Often after a great workout like this morning I do little things that sabotage the next workout. For me that might look like not eating enough to fuel the next day's workout, or staying up late. Letting a situation stress me out when it doesn't really have to. Not enough to DERAIL the next workout just enough to take me down a peg or two when I start to believe I'm going to break through.<br />
<br />
Crazy right?<br />
<br />
Not so much. <b>Tell me you've never ever done this and I'll know you're lying.</b><br />
<br />
Tell me you hardly ever do this because you've learned to manage it, let's talk I want to learn from you!!<br />
<br />
Tomorrow morning I have a 3:40 ride, a 20 minute run, and then I'm spending the afternoon volunteering on the run course at <a href="http://www.leadmantri.com/page/show/291368-las-vegas-nv" target="_blank">Leadman.</a><br />
<br />
I have an awesome friend to ride with, the wind will be at our backs (can always think positively right) and the rest of my day today is work, rest, recovery and food.<br />
<br />
YES!<br />
<br />
I'll report back on how I'm doing with this. RAGE is right around the corner and I'm looking forward to it!!Stef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37216864.post-75411754967028889812012-03-28T09:16:00.001-07:002012-03-29T20:30:18.260-07:00Race Report! Las Vegas Triathlon Club Sprint (season opener)Ha! Take that Season Opener!<br />
<br />
This was an awesome race for me. It served as a motivational kicker for the next phase of training. It had a little bit of hero worship, a lot of support, fun, camaraderie, and me learning to push myself harder for better results. What more could I have asked for? Nothing. Loved this race.<br />
<br />
Very grateful for this race and to be a part of the <a href="http://www.lvtriclub.com/" target="_blank">Las Vegas Triathlon Club!</a><br />
<br />
I was nervous going into this. Having slacked off on some of the race week workouts, and having struggled with my eating for a couple of weeks prior, I had to take several deep breaths and trust that I'm in good shape and that I always come through for myself.<br />
<br />
Talked out my race plan with Coach early in the week and knew it was doable and that I believed in it. <br />
<br />
To get in the spirit I had Brinley pose with my bike the day before the race. That was fun since most of the time she loves doing what I ask of her.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjerbk7v9Wb51q3TE2ZdCPDcfH78b_UCnn-LNVX3ipmSJs1iNOrq13UdeQCvWoOx7HY5lve9f7tFn6Ngb-3bB3xaKKQN2Zy7k_bc1XcUgEHIlM4cLvjt9xlOBoebYjEJRpVrn3o/s1600/2012-03-24_10-17-31_984.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjerbk7v9Wb51q3TE2ZdCPDcfH78b_UCnn-LNVX3ipmSJs1iNOrq13UdeQCvWoOx7HY5lve9f7tFn6Ngb-3bB3xaKKQN2Zy7k_bc1XcUgEHIlM4cLvjt9xlOBoebYjEJRpVrn3o/s320/2012-03-24_10-17-31_984.jpg" width="179" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>My cute Girl!</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
The race started at 10am. Can you say IDEAL time for a sprint. Seriously! I may be an athlete but I hate getting up super early. Glad the tri club scheduled it that way while it's still nice and cool out!<br />
<br />
Got down there, got registered and got my spot in transition. Easy Breezy!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoTnOljj4Vb8z6p9D6U7EJ3cmXSWkwZPSrZJgkDdSoLZBHHltvb4a_6gmi527iaXLp_BNdghxNie1su2SMwmI8WjvNuaCdAhaEa5k1FqJ_KByWH6_H6KtiZ5jPj-hIfzPzScnD/s1600/2012-03-25_09-15-00_988.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoTnOljj4Vb8z6p9D6U7EJ3cmXSWkwZPSrZJgkDdSoLZBHHltvb4a_6gmi527iaXLp_BNdghxNie1su2SMwmI8WjvNuaCdAhaEa5k1FqJ_KByWH6_H6KtiZ5jPj-hIfzPzScnD/s320/2012-03-25_09-15-00_988.jpg" width="179" /></a></div>
<br />
Did my 10 minute run warm up per the race plan. Melted 90% of the pre-race nerves away. Warm ups: Do them!<br />
<br />
Squeezed into my wetsuit and went down to the water for my swim warm up.<br />
<br />
<b>OH MY <i>@*&# </i>GOD THAT'S COLD.</b><br />
<br />
Yeah.<br />
<br />
Walked in waist deep then took the plunge.<br />
<br />
Oh dear <i>*@&#&</i> my face is going to freeze off. I'll be faceless. <i>Can I function without a face?</i><br />
<br />
Hands and face are always last to acclimate.<br />
<br />
Swam around for a few minutes, my face wouldn't warm up so I cut the warm up short and stood in the water waist deep until they called us to shore. Wondering how I would do in my first wetsuit swim since I don't remember when.<br />
<br />
<b>Swim (450 meters)</b><br />
<br />
I lined up on the left side mid pack. Seconds after the gun went off and we started my face and hands magically warmed up. YES! The power of the warm up! Don't ever skip it! For the rest of the swim the water felt wonderfully cool and refreshing. <br />
<br />
Aside from feeling like I need to re-learn to swim in my wetsuit the swim was uneventful. Experienced a mild moment of panic before hitting the first buoy but it passed quickly. The water was choppy, and a lot of people were breast stroking, which meant I had to get around them and avoid being kicked. The last leg was the best because the chop helped me glide along to a strong finish.<br />
<br />
I got out of the water somewhere in the mid (maybe front of the back I don't know exactly) pack, quite pleased with myself.<br />
<br />
Once I peeled the top of my wetsuit down I ran up to transition, eager to get on the bike.<br />
<br />
<b>T1</b><br />
<br />
Slow and awkward. My hands were cold and my gloves took forever to put on. Diligent practice will bring this time down.<br />
<br />
<b>Bike (12.3 miles)</b><br />
<br />
My plan called for me to take the first couple of minutes easy and then push it by feel. So I did that. The course was a little over twelve miles so I knew approximately where the turnaround was going to be. It came up quickly -- on the way back we were pounded by a mean headwind up some hills. My legs started to protest but I kept pushing. This is 12 miles not 56! Let's GO!!!!!!! <br />
<br />
My body was more than ready for this!<br />
<br />
On the way back after the turnaround a guy passed me, said "Hi Stefanie," and braked to ride even with me. I was delighted, even though I wasn't sure exactly who it was. We talked for a moment, he said I looked great, I said he looked great, we said the weather was pretty good even with the wind and then he rode on . . . . COOL right! Who does that?? People in this sport that's who!!<br />
<br />
For a few brief moments up the final hill I started whining, complaining, and swearing about where the <i>F&^K</i> was the final turnaround! <br />
<br />
Per my race plan, I allowed this rant to rattle around in my head briefly then rattle on out. My legs were hurting, which was GOOD! Overall I was doing a good job of staying in the moment and not letting thoughts linger for long. Garrett Kramer wrote the most awesome book <b>ever</b> on this very thing called Stillpower -- I read it after Coach blogged about it and can't recommend it highly enough! I'll be re-reading parts of it throughout the season.<br />
<br />
Reached the second turnaround and took advantage of the screaming downhill into transition.<br />
<br />
<b>T2</b><br />
<br />
Pretty good! Nothing earth shattering happened here.<br />
<br />
<b>Run (5k)</b><br />
<br />
Felt awesome starting the run. Plan was to start out easy and then for the second half push like it was a run test. Gulp. I was afraid to do that. Afraid to hurt too badly. My legs already hurt from the ride . . . .<br />
<br />
The run course started out flat, then onto a hill, then flat, then downhill. Two laps. I hit the hill and started to feel like crap. The wind was pounding me from the side, offering a lot of resistance. It's here that in the past I would have stopped to walk and the run would have devolved into a mini 5k death march. Not anymore.<br />
<br />
All the hill training Liz makes me do is paying off. I just ran through the crappy feeling until I started feeling strong again. Sticking with the plan.<br />
<br />
<b>Then Pierre passed me and said "Stefanie, looking good!!" </b>I recognized what he was wearing and realized it was he who had talked to me on the bike. Seeing Pierre twice was a highlight of the race. Seeing Pierre is always a highlight of any race.<br />
<br />
<b>Some of you may remember (way) back <a href="http://ramblingbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/shifts-and-celebrations.html" target="_blank">when I did the Utah Half Iron in 2009</a>.</b> Pierre had come in first or second in that race and was done just as I was starting the run. That bike ride had been tough and my mind was in a very DARK angry place starting the run. I was in transition seriously considering quitting.<br />
<br />
<b>Some kind words from Pierre in those moments helped turn that around. He recognized me from Silverman, immediately knew I was in trouble and stopped to let me know I'd be okay out there. </b>I'll never forget that as long as I live so when I see Pierre out racing . . . . well . . . . I just love seeing him. He's so kind and generous and inspiring. He does stuff like slow down on the bike course to say hi. He makes being awesome (and an awesomely fast elite athlete) seem effortless. Mild case of hero worship never hurt anyone right?!<br />
<br />
On the second lap up the hill I turned up the heat. Kicked it up a notch. Since I normally don't do this (because I'm too afraid to really hurt) it's new territory for me. It felt good and bad. <b>Mentally it felt fantastic!</b><br />
<br />
By the time I crested the hill I was going nearly all out. Back on the downhill again I turned it up even more, focusing on allowing myself to run faster, especially with the help of gravity! Fast turnover! Pretend this is a run test!! Go, go go!!! Allow this to happen!! Push it! Goooo!!!<br />
<br />
At maybe a quarter mile out I had a guy in my sights. <b>Update: The results are in and it was D'Andre Childs!</b> He wasn't running all out (not nearly) so I knew I could probably catch him. Sure enough I caught him and I think he realized I was trying to finish strong because he sped up and said <b>"come on! Stay with me! Do it!" </b>I sped up and he paced me to a rocking finish!!!!! Thanks D'Andre!<br />
<br />
<b>I cannot over state how much I love this sport and the Las Vegas Triathlon Club!</b> There's always someone around to say a kind word and give support. I gave D'Andre a hug and thanked him . . . WHOOP!! <br />
<br />
Truth be told I needed this race! Training for months on end was starting to feel stale. Really glad that our season here in the desert southwest is underway. Feels like my batteries are recharged.<br />
<br />
AND I feel like I can throw down a PR time at Rage on 4/21. RAGE! Let's go!!! <br />
<br />
<br />Stef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37216864.post-50932871136398807582012-02-12T18:10:00.000-08:002012-03-12T08:57:37.300-07:00Good Week of Training in the Books!I'm pleased with this week's training. Okay I'm pleased most weeks when I make it through and put more in the "70.3 bank" week by week and know it's building up.<br />
<br />
To paraphrase something <a href="http://muppetdogs.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Molly</a> said on Facebook, it's great to string these weeks together and know they are building up to something great!<br />
<br />
Last week was a bit of an anomoly because I came down with a stomach bug and missed quite a few workouts. Fortunately it was a rest week so I did what I had to to get better and moved on with relatively little mental torture. This is a big part of why I'm pleased this week went so well.<br />
<br />
Tony was gone for most of this week so I (gasp) had to train by myself!<br />
<br />
Lots of good run and bike work. I'm finding the hilly run workouts that show up mid week are my favorites. We have some steep hills in the desert behind our house and it's just so easy to step outside, go up there and WORK IT!<br />
<br />
Best workout this week was my long bike ride (2:30) yesterday. I really worked the parts where coach said to work it and it showed in the mileage! Crunched the nutrition numbers and discovered that I over ate during the ride -- which is a relief. It felt like I was eating a lot and I did feel a bit "full" getting off the bike. So it's cool that for next week I just need to cut back a bit and my nutrition plan will be dialed in. After that it's practice practice practice!<br />
<br />
A wonderful super cool thing that happened this week is that we got a very special surprise bouquet of flowers delivered:<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZ3EDzKGsosuxbBRPoLVvCAC6KHe1pFICqJOI6H_2quh6CCtXvFeJG5Y5fuOQwE1cFtdyKfarUO9ezFyHyIBNKZYguqYVhOZQW0IQuUix3dmFUH7n4J0_BgwE274WI6uFsy6J/s1600/Flowers+with+Quentin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZ3EDzKGsosuxbBRPoLVvCAC6KHe1pFICqJOI6H_2quh6CCtXvFeJG5Y5fuOQwE1cFtdyKfarUO9ezFyHyIBNKZYguqYVhOZQW0IQuUix3dmFUH7n4J0_BgwE274WI6uFsy6J/s320/Flowers+with+Quentin.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>Orange Cat, Orange Flowers</b> <b>(<a href="http://ramblingbydesign.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-feel-like-it-read-this.html" target="_blank">John</a> loved orange)</b></div>
<br />
They were from John's sister Susan, with a beautiful message about <a href="http://ramblingbydesign.blogspot.com/2012/02/quentin.html" target="_blank">Quentin</a>. Quentin is doing GREAT. He's come leaps and bounds since I brought him home two weeks ago. On day 2 or 3 he claimed this basket on the back kitchen counter as his. He sleeps in it and he goes to it when he wants privacy. He often sits in it just like he is here to survey his domain -- the basket has a panoramic view of the kitchen and living room. He likes that!<br />
<br />
Here's to a great upcoming week for everyone!<br />
<br />
<span>7AD3ARG4VSB2</span>Stef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37216864.post-86165903850512056012012-02-04T11:58:00.001-08:002012-02-04T11:58:36.233-08:00Quentin<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFizqvA1v7xsnxKyKXvf8VE1rIbgb2CdMnj8eg8uC4DZKqOBf5C5CioyPkcqod5sxSP1y78IdQXq3u5VDcoRlZMDlcI6xonAooMDyxK-AkvNxE7ooue0U5s8DmQ8VeqGkX80TQ/s1600/Quentin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFizqvA1v7xsnxKyKXvf8VE1rIbgb2CdMnj8eg8uC4DZKqOBf5C5CioyPkcqod5sxSP1y78IdQXq3u5VDcoRlZMDlcI6xonAooMDyxK-AkvNxE7ooue0U5s8DmQ8VeqGkX80TQ/s320/Quentin.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Quentin -- February 4, 2012</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
You may remember a few weeks ago <a href="http://ramblingbydesign.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-feel-like-it-read-this.html" target="_blank">I wrote about our friend John who died </a>-- way too early for any of us to comprehend or want to accept.<br />
<br />
John had a lot of friends and we got to meet his sister Susan through his passing.<br />
<br />
He also left behind one important family member:<br />
<br />
<b>Quentin.</b><br />
<br />
We offered to foster Quentin or give him a permanent home if he had nowhere else to go.<br />
<br />
We did the same thing years ago with Gaele (even though in that case there wasn't a death, but a move) and that turned out so well . . . . our pets seem to find us sometimes. :-)<br />
<br />
<b>A few weeks after John's death Susan decided Quentin should live with us.</b><br />
<br />
Last Sunday was the day. I went over to John's and we packed up Quentin, along with enough toys to entertain ten cats.<br />
<br />
<b>The first day with Quentin was sheer hell.</b> I've not seen an animal that angry in recent memory. I was convinced he hated me for being the one that uprooted him from the only home he ever knew (and I had the scratches to prove it). But it wasn't just me. He hated Glenn. Our house. Sammy. Brinley. Everything.<br />
<br />
In the past six days Quentin has gone from being an only pet in a stable home to being one of five pets in a stable, brand new home.<br />
<br />
He's relaxing now and his friendly, curious personality comes out more and more each day. He's only two years old so he's quite the athlete, jumping effortlessly from place to place (at sixteen, my Sammy doesn't jump a ton anymore). <br />
<br />
He still gets angry occasionally.<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG5FhyWNY4bqto_qzSC22NKTzSZabuQJ-jTNDC8ChiBXraLVyNS6_A7TTILukNAMRzFPP0QWIdjLXDp_CkGCcY83IXv-nT-7QIPVqnpLOd4b3WsQuTMOsHA6wiZkj0QFe5GJ7n/s1600/Quentin+Kitten.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG5FhyWNY4bqto_qzSC22NKTzSZabuQJ-jTNDC8ChiBXraLVyNS6_A7TTILukNAMRzFPP0QWIdjLXDp_CkGCcY83IXv-nT-7QIPVqnpLOd4b3WsQuTMOsHA6wiZkj0QFe5GJ7n/s320/Quentin+Kitten.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Quentin as a kitten -- taken from John's Facebook Album</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<b>He </b><b>really doesn't like Brinley</b> -- the good thing is that he's smart, and he's learning from Sammy that Brinley is harmless (Sam puts up with Brinley).<br />
<br />
Sam has acknowledged his existence and he hers.<br />
<br />
<b>Quentin is finding his place in our family,</b> and we are honored to have him, not just because we're animal lovers (<i>and because I have a special affinity for handsome orange cats</i>), but because we're honoring John's memory by having him here.<br />
<br />
Nothing better than that -- I think John would be happy!Stef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37216864.post-84327854821132514652012-01-31T22:24:00.000-08:002012-08-07T14:53:42.148-07:00The Ironman 70.3 World Championship Lottery Slot<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigtFxyWEX1WnwMnOf4BWUDe0rN25TruDX8BP_BjHGKI43PddzJCAZMTNsQrPkjS8XKeG9KpSw8xAlXghHgwxHEJFwofYdxkOsymrZLjuarqMsZwlORmaOQDdTJ6jBU2nUgVSsM/s1600/what+matters+is+how+quickly+you+do+what+your+soul+directs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigtFxyWEX1WnwMnOf4BWUDe0rN25TruDX8BP_BjHGKI43PddzJCAZMTNsQrPkjS8XKeG9KpSw8xAlXghHgwxHEJFwofYdxkOsymrZLjuarqMsZwlORmaOQDdTJ6jBU2nUgVSsM/s320/what+matters+is+how+quickly+you+do+what+your+soul+directs.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>What matters is how quickly you do what your soul directs. Rumi</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<b><a href="http://ramblingbydesign.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-did-it.html" target="_blank">Silverman</a> started this.</b><br />
<br />
Not only for me, but for its creators.<br />
<br />
I don't know details about the behind the scenes work, but I know that Silverman helped establish southern Nevada as a premier multi-sport racing space.<br />
<br />
<b>I know because I watched it unfold. </b><br />
<br />
<ul>
<li>A small group of athletes showing up for the inaugural Silverman in 2005 -- <i>it was strictly a full iron distance race then</i></li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li> The addition of the half distance in 2007 -- <i>and me sidelined filled with regret because I just couldn't make it happen. </i></li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>Meeting <a href="http://www.chrismccormack.com/" target="_blank">Chris McCorrmack </a>during the delayed swim start in 2008 -- <i>the year I did make it happen.</i></li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li> The heated debates over which course was harder, the full distance Silverman or <a href="http://ironmanworldchampionship.com/" target="_blank">Kona.</a></li>
</ul>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>I watched it unfold . . .</b></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>. . . knowing <a href="http://ramblingbydesign.blogspot.com/2008/11/reflections-on-silverman.html" target="_blank">I would not be who I am today without Silverman.</a></b></div>
<br />
Then it came.<br />
<br />
The announcement that southern Nevada would be home to the <a href="http://ironmanllv.com/" target="_blank">Ironman 70.3 World Championships</a> for the next five years.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>The creators of Silverman brought something huge to our community. </b></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><br /></b></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>Starting September 11, 2011.</b></div>
<br />
And the lottery.<br />
<br />
<b>25 slots given to Clark County residents. A chance of a life time for an age grouper like me to race on the world stage.</b><br />
<br />
I wasn't ready in 2011.<br />
<br />
I hung back.<br />
<br />
The World Championship race, plus a verifying 70.3 race, plus my fears about my business not being able to sustain us fully yet, or whether it ever would. . . . .there was No.Freaking.Way.<br />
<br />
I went to the lottery drawing in January 2011 and was thrilled for my <a href="http://www.lvtriclub.com/" target="_blank">Las Vegas Triathlon Club</a> team mates who got slots.<br />
<br />
Since I wasn't training, and facing a year where I would have no choice but to make my business work or get a job, I easily "forgot" about the lottery . . .<br />
<br />
<br />
Then we went to a wedding in Tuscon in May. We had so much fun -- having not been on a real vacation in years, those three days away watching close friends get married were just the best.<br />
<br />
<b>Two significant things happened that weekend.</b><br />
<br />
<ul>
<li>We went to a farmers market and saw a man live roasting coffee beans and selling them. The idea for <a href="https://www.facebook.com/FranklyGoodCoffee" target="_blank">Frankly Good Coffee</a> took hold as we were able to actually "see" it. Glenn picked the guy's brain, came home and took action.</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>The other thing happened on the drive home. I was listening to my iPod staring at the gorgeous desert when my head became flooded with images. Full technicolor images of Silverman -- and other races. Instantly I knew: I had to go for a World Championship slot in 2012. I was enthralled and annoyed. Sure it was inspiring to daydream about but felt like such a stretch in the practical world.</li>
</ul>
<br />
Money was tight.<br />
<br />
I was stressed out of my mind with the business. And Glenn was starting a new business.<br />
<br />
I waited a few days and the feeling wouldn't go away. The technicolor images were relentless.<br />
<br />
So, in June, after a lot of agonizing and mental gymnastics, I emailed <a href="http://elizabethfedofsky.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-swimming.html" target="_blank">Liz</a> to ask if she had space in her roster. She didn't have space right then but put me on a waiting list and asked what my goals were.<br />
<br />
<b>I was terrified to tell her -- afraid she might tell me this was way out of my reach</b> -- after all I'd taken a long time off training. But I knew I had to be honest <br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
In a nutshell ultimate goal: get a lottery slot to the 2012 70.3 Worlds . . . . <br />
<br />
You
know what a pull Silverman had over me and what it took for me to
complete that race. With worlds here on the same course and the fact
that slots were made available this year . . . I know it's a huge
stretch but it's who I am to want something like this. Silverman STILL
has pull over me now. It inspires a lot of what I do now. I would not
have my business without it. </blockquote>
<br />
<b>I know this sounds insane, but part of me hoped she'd tell me this was too big of a reach. </b>That I could be let off the hook. Of course she didn't say that. She said:<br />
<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
This is so neat! I think it's also a great idea. If chosen, I like the
idea of you doing Boise to verify the slot. . . . . I like Boise because it's somewhat hilly too . . . . </blockquote>
<br />
Not long after that, I learned through Facebook that Ironman was offering early registration for <a href="http://ironmanboise.com/" target="_blank">Boise</a> at the unheard of low price (for an Ironman branded race) of $199. Even though it was not convenient, I moved money to pay for it. Signed up for Boise a full year early.<br />
<br />
And started training.<br />
<br />
Earlier this month when the 70.3 Worlds application was made available, I completed it and sent in the $350.00 entry fee well before the deadline (didn't have to move money this time).<br />
<br />
<b>I did absolutely everything within my power to get this slot! </b><br />
<ul>
<li>Got back with my coach over a year before the race</li>
</ul>
<br />
<ul>
<li>Selected <a href="http://ramblingbydesign.blogspot.com/2012/06/ironman-703-boise-race-report.html" target="_blank">Boise</a> as the race that will verify the slot, knowing that even if I didn't get the slot I was still excited to race there </li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>Told a small group of trusted friends and family about my plan, and received support and encouragement </li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>Selected a couple of back up fall race possibilities if I didn't get a slot (and was excited about them)</li>
</ul>
Because I had done everything in my power to get the slot, when Tony and I went to the Las Vegas Triathlon Club Kickoff Party last Friday I was relaxed and ready to accept whatever happened there.<br />
<br />
<i>But I knew . . . . . I just knew . . . .</i><br />
<br />
<b>There wasn't even time to get nervous. </b><br />
<br />
Of 25 names mine was in the top 5 or 6 drawn. I was so in the moment that I don't remember exactly how many names were called before mine but I know mine was called in the top ten, and possibly the top five.<br />
<br />
<b>Frank unfolded the paper, looked up and said, "Stef! Congratulations!" </b><br />
<br />
The beauty is that nothing in my practical daily life will change. Liz will continue to meticulously plan my workouts, I will continue to execute them consistently. Tony will continue to train with me.<br />
<br />
More than anything else I'm deeply grateful. I do not take this slot for granted. The fact that an opportunity like this is even out there floors me and is part of what makes triathlon dear to my heart. I recognize what an honor and privilege this is and am grateful to the creators of Silverman and to the "powers that be" at Ironman who made this possible for me and 24 other members of our great Tri Club.<br />
<br />
My fall 70.3 is "TBD" no more!!!<br />
<br />
<b>Ironman 70.3 World Championship. September 9, 2012.</b><br />
<br />
[thanks for reading]. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Stef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37216864.post-64373735258080138352012-01-20T13:32:00.000-08:002012-01-20T13:32:10.483-08:00Crossing My Clear LineIt's been a spotty few days with training.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTfBkVz3n53FOAest_-5kgVr_Hv9_gytzGtJV500U_uxMqY_vGNB7WAEq55L8v1tfdL3iQEfp2LnaDCUnDW8wHwAHHhOP9m7cvQZphaM97v6vVUSQF1iXTcsC6f_ScR6uMMKnu/s1600/caution+tape+%2528tri+blog%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTfBkVz3n53FOAest_-5kgVr_Hv9_gytzGtJV500U_uxMqY_vGNB7WAEq55L8v1tfdL3iQEfp2LnaDCUnDW8wHwAHHhOP9m7cvQZphaM97v6vVUSQF1iXTcsC6f_ScR6uMMKnu/s320/caution+tape+%2528tri+blog%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
At the end of last week I traveled to New York City and despite setting all kinds of intentions, no work outs got done there.<br />
<br />
In the grand scheme of my 2012 theme being <b>Consistency, </b>I can handle a few missed workouts here and there -- particularly since there is<b> a clear line between consistency and perfectionism. As long as toeing that line does not degenerate into making excuses, I'm golden.</b><br />
<br />
So I acknowledged the disappointment and moved forward.<br />
<br />
To this week -- where I faced a motivation problem. <i>Sigh.</i><br />
<br />
<i>If this were easy everyone would do it and blah blah blah. </i><br />
<br />
I get all that. I believe it. It's true.<br />
<br />
Still sucks sometimes though.<br />
<br />
Yesterday's workout called for 1:05 on the bike trainer with some pretty intense zone 3 work. <i>Ugh.</i> <i>Sigh</i>.<br />
<br />
Tony came over to do it with me.<br />
<br />
We popped Breaking Away into the dvd player and got started. Badly. My energy level felt low while my irritation level was high. <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKgL40ad85KS8U3a0W87nqizoxarvBvYer04-o1YY0WknRtNGawJ9UujgL29PVU7fx7sfdelOJaFrFwSUHrM6AfhxCil8kFcUvL5xpAKE4VEIF_uHgnFGtLfxqdjS5tt7MA_gv/s1600/broken+equipment+%2528tri+blog%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKgL40ad85KS8U3a0W87nqizoxarvBvYer04-o1YY0WknRtNGawJ9UujgL29PVU7fx7sfdelOJaFrFwSUHrM6AfhxCil8kFcUvL5xpAKE4VEIF_uHgnFGtLfxqdjS5tt7MA_gv/s320/broken+equipment+%2528tri+blog%2529.jpg" width="214" /></a></div>
The dvd malfunctioned. Predictably, I lost it (seriously cannot stand it when things don't work the way they're supposed to). There was cursing (me) and giggling (Tony). He always thinks it's funny when I lose it.<br />
<br />
<b>The dialogue went something like this:</b><br />
<br />
Stef: I am NOT getting off the bike to deal with this.<br />
<br />
Tony: Oh no of course not don't worry about it (smiling).<br />
<br />
After messing around with the remote for a few minutes trying to "unfreeze" the movie I gave up and threw it as hard as I could into the chair between our two bikes]<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>[<a href="http://www.climbtreeswithearthjoy.com/page0011.html" target="_blank">Shelly</a> if you're reading this it may remind you of last May (lol). ]</i></div>
<br />
The warm up was over and it was time for the first zone 3 interval.<br />
<br />
Imagine my irritation (rage) when my heart rate would not elevate despite feeling like I was working really hard, despite the big gears and 60-75 rpms I was pushing.<br />
<br />
<b>The voice in my head went something like this:</b><br />
<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
Really?!?!?!?!? <br />
<br />
What the F*#K!<br />
<br />
You're a failure, a wimp, a loser<br />
<br />
You haven't eaten enough, of course your body can't perform, you're so incompetent you can't even feed yourself<br />
<br />
You SUCK<br />
<br />
This is what you get for setting such high goals you're going to FAIL miserably and everyone's going to know</blockquote>
<br />
<br />
Major flashbacks of <a href="http://vedasun.com/managing-anxiety-leads-to-greatness/" target="_blank">2007</a> happened. <br />
<br />
<b>I mumbled something about how my heart rate wouldn't go up -- and cursed again for good measure.</b><br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
Tony: You'll be okay. You know all that visual and mind stuff you do?<br />
<br />
Stef: Yeah<br />
<br />
Tony: Do that.<br />
<br />
Stef Thinks: <i>Well F$*K if it was that easy everyone would do that now wouldn't they and blah blah blah.</i></blockquote>
<br />
<b>The first zone 3 interval ended with my heart rate nowhere near zone 3.</b><br />
<br />
Meanwhile, Tony had gotten off his bike and was messing with the dvd player. I envied his patience -- stuff like that never phases him. He got it working again, got back on his bike and laughed with delight. <br />
<br />
Time for the second zone 3 interval.<br />
<br />
Heart rate stubbornly won't get into zone 3 despite the sheets of sweat that pour off me. Start to wonder if something is seriously wrong with me.<br />
<b> </b><br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
The voice (in a much nicer tone now) says: Maybe you should back off, try again another time, make the rest of the ride easy. </blockquote>
<br />
<b>And that my friends, is My Clear Line. A line that, 90% of the time, for me, this year, needs to be decisively crossed. So f*@k you, undermining little voice, I'm NOT holding back. I'm forging ahead. </b><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Holding back has caused me more pain and heartache during the last year than I can even tell you right now.</i><b><br /></b></div>
<b><br /></b><br />
There I was, faced with crossing My Clear Line in a moment that meant everything.<br />
<br />
Meanwhile the dvd was screwing up now multiple times and each time Tony giggled and fixed it. Getting on and off his bike. Messing with the machine. Messing with the remote. Keeping the movie going. Rolling with the punches, going with the flow.<br />
<br />
Him doing exactly that is what helped me calm down. Helped me get into a space closer to "<a href="http://garretkramer.com/" target="_blank">the zone</a>." Helped me to summon my ample reserves to start the third zone 3 interval. And once my mind quieted, the heart responded.<br />
<br />
Zone 3.<br />
<br />
Big gears.<br />
<br />
60-75 rpms<br />
<br />
Sweat pouring off<br />
<br />
Minutes ticking by.<br />
<br />
Doing the work.<br />
<br />
Showing up.<br />
<br />
Stubbornly forging ahead.<br />
<br />
2 more intervals completed. <br />
<br />
Success.<br />
<br />
Celebration!<br />
___________________________________________________________________<br />
<br />
<b>Before he went home Tony said, "I love to be here when you throw tantrums like that." </b><br />
<br />
"Why??" I asked a bit nonplussed.<br />
<br />
"Because then I get to see you pull it all together. I'm so proud of you. "<br />
<br />
Today (a day when there are two runs on the schedule), I love seeing myself the way Tony sees me.<br />
<br />
And let me tell you there's nothing like the satisfaction of coming out the other side of a tough workout feeling stronger than when you went in. <br />
<br />
:-)<br />
<br />
Have a great weekend.Stef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37216864.post-9139829948582481542012-01-07T11:21:00.000-08:002012-01-07T11:38:19.409-08:00Don't Feel Like It? Read This<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1iGBv7PAhEU7NaL6cJCg5OexH0CBZ2AtMUR8wvmrVYA5VSfQ_fl8L85V71y3E-yGgIthC4BFJkWJNwclOcTnizp8-pZhDxIW4JLoScowoxHupmEQiAI5DZIhED7KS8KAI9fPO/s1600/John+grilling+in+the+backyard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1iGBv7PAhEU7NaL6cJCg5OexH0CBZ2AtMUR8wvmrVYA5VSfQ_fl8L85V71y3E-yGgIthC4BFJkWJNwclOcTnizp8-pZhDxIW4JLoScowoxHupmEQiAI5DZIhED7KS8KAI9fPO/s320/John+grilling+in+the+backyard.jpg" width="179" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>John grilling for us in his backyard</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
A good friend of ours died yesterday.<br />
<br />
Completely unexpectedly.<br />
<br />
He was young (early 40s) with no apparent, obvious health problems.<br />
<br />
He collapsed at work, was non responsive, and that was it.<br />
<br />
Last time we saw John was in his home, Christmas Day. Thank God I have that celebratory memory with him and that it was recent.<br />
<br />
Because you Never. Freaking. Know.<br />
<b> </b><br />
<b>One of John's favorite things to do was to cook and have friends over. He did it at least once a week if not more. </b><br />
<br />
_____________________________________________________ <br />
<br />
Over the years, especially since <a href="http://ramblingbydesign.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-did-it.html" target="_blank">Silverman</a>, I've practiced being not so judgmental. Of other people. Of myself.<br />
<br />
<b>John never judged anyone.</b><br />
<br />
<b>If John knew you, he accepted you, just as you are.</b> That was the prevailing theme of the evening last night as we sat around his kitchen table, sharing memories of him, toasting to him, and wishing he was there in person.<br />
<br />
John was passionate about technology, computers, coding, and stuff related to coding that my brain doesn't understand well enough to explain.<br />
<br />
He devoured countless books and spent hours programming. He helped us with our computers.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.cesweb.org/" target="_blank">CES</a> was a yearly celebration for him. <br />
<br />
<b>I
loved to hear John talk about that stuff, especially the coding -- not because I understood a
whole lot of it (I don't), but because he was just so freaking brilliant at it and it was SO obvious how much he loved it. I'm glad he devoted energy to it because . . . . . now he's somewhere else. He's gone. </b><br />
_____________________________________________________<br />
<br />
I'm worried about Glenn -- and how this is affecting him. We never <i>truly know</i> what another person goes through -- so all I can do is observe, listen, and support.<br />
<br />
<b>So I'm pretty emotional today -- don't feel like eating, don't feel like training, don't feel like taking the Christmas tree down (yes it's still up and I love looking at it). </b><br />
<br />
John's death painfully reminds me that it's so important to go after what we WANT in life, and not spend our precious energy doing crap that doesn't really matter. Of course I do NOT mean some airy fairy "oh just do what you feel like" line of bullshit.<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBnkvq4cYKFHcgxVqZR8zVy6A_oZsQbF2nJu3adHslG4M7bg0GPJs1KZ0_otnOdZeU8iKiz5vVGMynu_oaRRCf3dyCvfACDE3nRBcyU2wWkaF2O5pHr_0uAkl1F9noaF152ESD/s1600/FGC+Mudslide.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBnkvq4cYKFHcgxVqZR8zVy6A_oZsQbF2nJu3adHslG4M7bg0GPJs1KZ0_otnOdZeU8iKiz5vVGMynu_oaRRCf3dyCvfACDE3nRBcyU2wWkaF2O5pHr_0uAkl1F9noaF152ESD/s320/FGC+Mudslide.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>John supported Glenn's new business -- coffee mudslide! </b></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<b>There are certainly times when I don't feel like:</b><br />
<ul>
<li>Writing </li>
<li>Picking up the phone </li>
<li>Editing yet another draft of something </li>
<li>Networking for my business </li>
<li>Training </li>
<li>Eating </li>
<li>Figuring out what to post on the Frankly Good Coffee Facebook page</li>
</ul>
But everything on this list is tied to dreams and tangible goals that I'm passionate about! So I could bow to <i><b>I-don't-feel-like-it-itis </b></i>and spend my life on the couch spouting off a bunch of empty words to whoever is within earshot . . . . or I can (and do) stay in the game and act. Even when I don't feel like it.<br />
<br />
<b>What do you NOT feel like doing today that is tied to something that really matters to you? You may want to just go ahead and do it anyway.</b>Stef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37216864.post-53160142177725881362012-01-03T21:15:00.000-08:002012-01-03T21:15:34.418-08:00Tony's Back!!My training partner Tony and his wife Marge left Boulder City on the day after Christmas to go be with family in New Mexico. Here we are on Christmas Eve day at Mt. Charleston.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V4iFuCpkQvU/TwPfQ3VQ1vI/AAAAAAAAAhM/zjLHJZMhHHY/s1600/Tony+Marge+Stef.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V4iFuCpkQvU/TwPfQ3VQ1vI/AAAAAAAAAhM/zjLHJZMhHHY/s1600/Tony+Marge+Stef.jpg" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Tony, Marge, and Me</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Tony being gone means one very important thing: <b>I've been slogging through the swim/bike/run/strength workouts by myself.</b></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Last week being a rest week, I rested more than was intended. And wondered when the hell Tony and Marge were getting back on the road to come home.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
This evening Marge called from the road to ask me what my workouts are for tomorrow (Tony was driving). 30 minute easy run (following a killer bike/run hill workout today) to start the day and Tony is IN!</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Thank goodness. I've missed Tony.</div>
<br />
<br />Stef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37216864.post-32605286624061536332011-12-27T09:31:00.000-08:002011-12-27T09:31:48.903-08:00Here's My 2012 Racing Schedule<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dcv7SkCsjAc/Tvn9RYREpqI/AAAAAAAAAhA/CkeX5Ez3FnI/s1600/Triathlon+Vector.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="275" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dcv7SkCsjAc/Tvn9RYREpqI/AAAAAAAAAhA/CkeX5Ez3FnI/s320/Triathlon+Vector.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Swim, Bike Run!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<b>2012 promises a great year of racing!</b> I had fun putting this schedule together, sending it to Liz, receiving her input and making some slight modifications based on that input.<br />
<br />
<b>March 24, 2012 -- <a href="http://www.lvtriclub.com/" target="_blank">Las Vegas Triathlon Club </a>Sprint</b><br />
<br />
Goal: Get back into racing at one of the club's extremely well run and FUN events!<br />
<br />
<b>April 21, 2012 -- <a href="http://bbsctri.com/" target="_blank">Rage Olympic</a> </b><br />
<br />
Goal: Finish as strong as I possibly can and break 4 hours (<a href="http://ramblingbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/04/breaking-through-rage-race-report.html" target="_blank">my PR on this course is 4:00:03</a>)<br />
<br />
<b>May 6, 2012 -- <a href="http://www.irongirl.com/Events/Lake_Las_Vegas.htm#axzz1hkzhww98" target="_blank">Iron Girl Sprint</a></b><br />
<b></b><br />
Goal: Have FUN and <a href="http://ramblingbydesign.blogspot.com/2010/05/fun-hard-core-iron-girl-2010-race.html" target="_blank">beat my 2010 time</a>!<br />
<br />
<b>June 9, 2012 -- <a href="http://ironmanboise.com/" target="_blank">Boise 70.3</a></b><br />
<br />
Goal: Have a BLAST and let a time goal come together over the next few months based on training. I've wanted to do this race since it began (back in 2008 or 2009 I think).<br />
<br />
<b>Fall 2012</b><br />
<br />
TBD. Definitely another half iron distance race is going here.Stef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37216864.post-23872741848804532462011-12-26T11:20:00.000-08:002011-12-26T11:20:49.365-08:00Mellow Day After ChristmasYesterday we celebrated Christmas by sleeping in, going for a long run through and past the <a href="http://www.nps.gov/lake/planyourvisit/hikerr.htm" target="_blank">historic railroad tunnels</a> (Tony and I ran, Glenn and Brinley walked and played), and spending the afternoon/evening with family.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Re_VRtIZstk/TvjGlbJ_yuI/AAAAAAAAAgk/7DhmHL-pf3Y/s1600/Christmas+Long+Run.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Re_VRtIZstk/TvjGlbJ_yuI/AAAAAAAAAgk/7DhmHL-pf3Y/s320/Christmas+Long+Run.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Glenn, Brinley and Me after the run/walk/play</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8VKKPJnZysw/TvjGo_poYMI/AAAAAAAAAgs/bu65zsRMQc0/s1600/Brinley+Christmas+Long+Run.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8VKKPJnZysw/TvjGo_poYMI/AAAAAAAAAgs/bu65zsRMQc0/s320/Brinley+Christmas+Long+Run.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Brinley frolicking in one of the old railroad tunnels</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
This week starts a step back (rest) week. Rest weeks have been notoriously hard for me because it always has felt like the past three weeks of training set in and BAM -- tired. Don't want to do anything. The workouts are short and less intense which means it's tempting to just skip them. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<b>Not this year. </b></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Certainly there are times when extra rest is needed and warranted but overall<b> I'm done holding back.</b> <b>The rest week workouts serve as much of a purpose as the other workouts do and this year I really feel that.</b> So bring the short easy swims, bikes and runs this week -- this year!</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Glenn got me a new pair of running shoes for Christmas!</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AMNs_SpTWAw/TvjGq9G4G3I/AAAAAAAAAg0/uxQssNEPnKc/s1600/Christmas+Running+Shoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AMNs_SpTWAw/TvjGq9G4G3I/AAAAAAAAAg0/uxQssNEPnKc/s320/Christmas+Running+Shoes.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Rest week is the perfect time to try them out!</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Have a great week everyone!</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>Stef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37216864.post-11355428592725431112011-12-21T11:05:00.000-08:002011-12-23T19:16:38.111-08:002011 Was Horrific, Inspiring, and Kick ASSI've never done a "year end" post. Was inspired to do one this year by <a href="http://misszippy1.com/" target="_blank">Miss Zippy</a>, who did one on her site (she has a great blog by the way).She's a runner so I modified the categories to fit triathlon. Going through these was extremely revealing!<b> </b><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Best Race Experience </b></span><br />
<br />
My only race in 2011 was the Rage Sprint Relay with Tony and Sean. First time I did a race <b>purely for fun</b>. Those who've followed me for awhile know what a profound influence Tony is in my training and life.<br />
<br />
2011 was bumpy year in many ways. But even when I didn't train for extended periods or would take forever to return his calls, Tony ALWAYS showed up with suggestions for stuff to do. The Rage Relay was one of those suggestions -- which I almost said no to. Sure glad I didn't.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n9NVsfRI6z4/TvOCVDaZIkI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Vbla5QHHxLg/s1600/Sean+Me+Tony.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n9NVsfRI6z4/TvOCVDaZIkI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Vbla5QHHxLg/s320/Sean+Me+Tony.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Sean (left) cycled, I ran, and Tony swam!</div>
<br />
Until the Rage Relay I never understood why someone would do a triathlon as part of a relay. Now I do! There's a wonderful element of teamwork there -- and since we were doing it purely for fun there was no pressure to perform. Such an awesome way to spend a weekend morning!<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Best Workout</b></span><br />
<br />
This would have to be one of <a href="http://elizabethfedofsky.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Coach's</a> ass kicking bike/strength workouts, done on the trainer! Tony and I did this one just this week. Enjoy!<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Warm up 10 minutes easy</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Strength:</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">1 minute of squats (fast tempo)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">1 minute alternating lunges (forward, fast tempo)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">1 minute holding plank position</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Bike:</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">2 minutes easy spinning </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">9 minutes building from easy - moderate - hard every 3 minutes (HR NOT OBSERVED)</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">REPEAT that strength/bike interval (~15 minutes) for a total of 3x through.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Cool Down:</span> <span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">5 minutes</span> easy<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Best New Piece of Gear</b></span><br />
<br />
I did not buy one new piece of gear in 2011! On my wishlist for 2012: new wetsuit and garmin.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Best Piece of Training Advice </b></span><br />
<br />
This is a tie between two pieces of advice from <a href="http://elizabethfedofsky.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Coach</a>. The first is something she said as part of her weekly update email to her athletes:<br />
<br />
<b>There is no secret to gaining fitness or speed for 2012 other than consistency. </b><br />
<br />
The second is in response to a question I asked her.<br />
<br />
Question: How do I know (or start to know) what is an optimal "race weight" for me?<br />
<br />
Answer: <b>Optimal race weight is the weight at which you feel like you achieve optimal
performance and your best health - where you miss no training days due
to illness and where you make progress in training.</b><br />
<br />
Seriously what better advice is there. These two pieces of advice form the cornerstone of my 2012 training.<b> </b><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Most Inspirational Athlete</b></span><br />
<br />
My coach, Elizabeth Waterstraat! I could write a book on why Liz inspires me (indeed it's already been written, by her, <a href="http://elizabethfedofsky.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">on her blog</a>) but for this year, first of all I'm grateful to be back on her athlete roster. She has a gift of making me feel like I'm her only athlete. She meets me exactly where I am without judgment. Not only that, I 100% trust the plan she has laid out for me. Which makes it much easier to follow her advice about staying consistent!<br />
<br />
I got to meet Liz in person in September when she came to race the 70.3 World Championship. Qualifying for and competing at Worlds is inspiring enough -- but Liz <a href="http://elizabethfedofsky.blogspot.com/2011/06/girl-can-dream-right_13.html" target="_blank">qualified within a year of having a baby! </a>Not only that, after <a href="http://elizabethfedofsky.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-happens-in-vegas.html" target="_blank">placing in the top 10 in her age group here</a>, she went on to <a href="http://elizabethfedofsky.blogspot.com/2011/10/kona-2011.html" target="_blank">place in the top 10 in her age group in Kona the next month!</a><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c8xYVD5LSz4/TvOLF7fmQ9I/AAAAAAAAAgY/2CpVPHcQig4/s1600/2011-09-09_08-19-18_278.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c8xYVD5LSz4/TvOLF7fmQ9I/AAAAAAAAAgY/2CpVPHcQig4/s320/2011-09-09_08-19-18_278.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Liz and me </div>
<br />
The reason I find Liz and her accomplishments so inspiring is that she's living proof that there is no excuse. None. You want something badly enough you'll find a way.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>If I could sum up 2011 in a couple of words what would they be?</b></span><br />
<br />
<b>Horrific</b><br />
<br />
Lots of needless struggle this year, mostly with <a href="http://initiativebasedwriting.com/" target="_blank">my business</a>. If I've learned anything. it's that needless, self-manufactured struggle will take me out. Every. Single. Time. No matter what I'm trying to accomplish. What I mean by struggle is the complete and utter bullshit that can go on and on and on in my head, making things much harder than they actually are.<br />
<br />
Releasing struggle does not mean no effort required. Releasing struggle makes putting in the effort so much more possible and productive. <a href="http://www.connecttwo.com/2011/12/how-personal-beliefs-affect-earning-ability.html" target="_blank">I wrote about this in a guest post on my friend Debra's blog recently</a>. It's about business but I always put triathlon and training in with business because for me the two are intricately connected. <br />
<br />
<b>Inspiring</b><br />
<br />
I do not give up easily on goals and dreams that I truly want. There really are no excuses. They key is to let go of what you think something has to look like. One of the most profound earlier manifestations of this for me was Silverman.<br />
<br />
Seriously, <a href="http://ramblingbydesign.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-did-it.html" target="_blank">who takes 10:48 to complete a half iron distance race.</a> I did, on that day. Those who've been reading this blog awhile know how <a href="http://ramblingbydesign.blogspot.com/2008/11/reflections-on-silverman.html" target="_blank">absolutely life changing that day was for me</a>. The irony: there was no self-manufactured struggle that day. There was lots of effort, lots of faith, tons of support, but no insidious struggle. Even as everything seemed to fall apart that day, it was really all coming together.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUCbfTzTO5ar-KuE-fvs2S2Xb_PRYRnjLukpVARxnqHk13YdjRgjeCtMklVYCR74NNJSaOCo-GMa04uoSdHJquhLKltt_Uix1fNVDdY3fRcz1_sWgsMrRBKqqwApaIhtpdNojV/s1600/Finish+photo+ASI.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUCbfTzTO5ar-KuE-fvs2S2Xb_PRYRnjLukpVARxnqHk13YdjRgjeCtMklVYCR74NNJSaOCo-GMa04uoSdHJquhLKltt_Uix1fNVDdY3fRcz1_sWgsMrRBKqqwApaIhtpdNojV/s320/Finish+photo+ASI.JPG" width="216" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Silverman Half 2008: 10:48:33</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
For portions of 2011 it's felt like things were falling apart. I don't believe that's the case though -- I believe they are actually coming together. <br />
<br />
<b>Kick ASS</b><br />
<br />
Two ways that things are kicking ASS right now, while we're still in 2011:<br />
<br />
1. I'm in consistent training for Boise 70.3 and kicking ass at it.<br />
<br />
2. My business has made more revenue this month than any other month of 2011.<br />
<br />
THAT's how I know things are coming together! For the first time in recent memory, I'm in a holiday season where I don't feel stressed, pressured, or on edge about something.<br />
<br />
<b>I do feel confident in myself and my ability to manage my energy to bypass the self-manufactured struggle to get things done that truly matter. Bring on 2012!!!!</b>Stef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37216864.post-63802478148946605062011-12-10T11:43:00.001-08:002011-12-10T14:39:34.037-08:00December is Productive!I was telling my close friend <a href="http://www.connecttwo.com/" target="_blank">Debra</a> yesterday that traditionally December has been the least productive month of the year for me. In the past I've felt either burned out from work, put upon by the holidays, or just generally unmotivated.<br />
<br />
Thankfully this December a new story is being written.<br />
<br />
I'm landing new clients in my business! For the first time in my life, I wrote to Debra in an email, I feel like I have the right balance between the business and training.<br />
<br />
And that is HUGE.<br />
<br />
Training is going GREAT. I believe now more that ever in my ability to BE consistent and get the work done. When I sent my 2012 race plan to <a href="http://elizabethfedofsky.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Liz</a> a few weeks ago she looked at it and suggested that I transition from her Off Season plan in December rather than January as we originally planned. I was all for it! So we started with the lactate threshold testing and have now progressed to base training.<br />
<br />
So we're concluding Week 1 of the first training block designed to get me to <a href="http://ironmanboise.com/" target="_blank">Boise 70.3 </a>in the best possible shape. The highlights of the week include an evening where Tony brought his trainer over and we did a tough workout that included a lot of one legged drills.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcDAKHSyQocPlkm1oTWvRwyVmD3G-4uVP4pG8b5hIomdDHc20ayZWe4PZtdzoTW0yh_WWHUD_Lx0oef_am0wZImAncABo-o0OJP6sg-Zrx1JDHLWyyxhIsfp4zx1aN8S-T1iSB/s1600/2011-12-05_16-51-11_498.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcDAKHSyQocPlkm1oTWvRwyVmD3G-4uVP4pG8b5hIomdDHc20ayZWe4PZtdzoTW0yh_WWHUD_Lx0oef_am0wZImAncABo-o0OJP6sg-Zrx1JDHLWyyxhIsfp4zx1aN8S-T1iSB/s320/2011-12-05_16-51-11_498.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>Here's a silly photo of us toward the end of the workout!</b></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><br /></b></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Another highlight was a nice easy run which tired out my running partner!</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWlk7gOthKtSwHLH_FjqTK_9ORcBTK7ORXPoemFh5S0V5OIg1v00t8dF4KIi13yYFTe0bbpsJr-v6Gq3-pADtEVQK8VGWDncnU4J-tpAstDwQKRWPR3JVTOMKNd8r0e1SSl-6f/s1600/Brinley+tired.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWlk7gOthKtSwHLH_FjqTK_9ORcBTK7ORXPoemFh5S0V5OIg1v00t8dF4KIi13yYFTe0bbpsJr-v6Gq3-pADtEVQK8VGWDncnU4J-tpAstDwQKRWPR3JVTOMKNd8r0e1SSl-6f/s320/Brinley+tired.jpg" width="179" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>Brinley is always willing to get out there!</b></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<b><br /></b></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
We're excited for the holidays without feeling overboard about it. No huge shopping sprees this year. No out of town travel. No sweets in the house (it's just better that way)! There are a couple of parties on the calendar (ones that we actually want to go to), and of course training!</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
How is your training going?</div>Stef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37216864.post-74764555923954339832011-12-02T10:14:00.001-08:002011-12-02T10:39:11.711-08:00Testing is "FUN" (and Happy December)It just turned cold here in southern Nevada. And by cold I mean a low of 36 and a high of 50. Seasoned with a bit of wind and rain. Brrrrrr!<br />
<br />
<b>Fortunately my run test was done early this week </b>when the high was in the mid 60s, there was no wind and the sun was shining brightly!<br />
<br />
For those who've not had the "pleasure" a run test consists of a lengthy warm up of easy running with some strides thrown in, followed by the test part which is to run 20 minutes as hard as you possibly can (without blowing yourself up in the first 10 so you have to pace it). <br />
<br />
<b><a href="http://multisportmastery.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">My coach</a> administers these tests every so often</b> -- they're benchmarks of how I'm developing as an athlete and they also let her calculate my heart rate training zones.<br />
<br />
Of the three tests (swim, bike, run) the run test has always been "hardest" for me. Something has always held me back from pushing myself here . . . I'm happy to say though that the pace and my level of 'push' (<b>I had Tony there to help pace me</b>), and my resting heart rate after the test were awesome!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBFOOzMa5Zwe88uClLlYuICHJGUqiAViyLYbApdu__w2tGHwoAVZNHewSemaowGyBFET7KSapFqma9g6svHmmfNwi3uK8x2VsF7vc1cmPrY7VL7NBIzpvD2DhrFQIwZ8zVClbu/s1600/Runner+sunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBFOOzMa5Zwe88uClLlYuICHJGUqiAViyLYbApdu__w2tGHwoAVZNHewSemaowGyBFET7KSapFqma9g6svHmmfNwi3uK8x2VsF7vc1cmPrY7VL7NBIzpvD2DhrFQIwZ8zVClbu/s320/Runner+sunset.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>Even though this is a stock picture</b></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>I really like the way I FEEL when</b></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>I look at it. I feel like that could be me!</b></div>
<br />
<b>I feel like I'm becoming a whole new athlete</b> -- after essentially taking a year OFF of "formal" training (and struggling quite a bit with feeling inadequate because of that), I feel very accepting of where I am now in terms of mindset and fitness level. <b>I'm eager to get in there and do the work. And this my friends is 80% of what it takes for me.</b><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>OH and how FUN is this: </b></span><br />
<br />
<b>A picture of me from Pumpkinman 2009 is featured on the FitFluential website! </b><br />
<br />
Go here to see it: <a href="http://fitfluential.com/enthusiasts/" target="_blank">http://fitfluential.com/enthusiasts/ </a><br />
<br />
My friend <a href="http://www.kittenagogo.com/" target="_blank">Danielle</a> was there in 2009 for the race, took the picture, and is now <a href="http://fitfluential.com/about/team/" target="_blank">Chief Marketing Officer</a> for FitFluential! She took the photo from her archives, posted it without telling me and decided to ask for forgiveness rather than permission. Um, was she KIDDING me ~ I love that she did it ~ she's a crack photographer and I look like I'm really working hard in the photo. <br />
<br />
A little fun exposure just as I'm getting back into serious training . . . <b>love!</b><br />
<br />
Have a great weekend everyone!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Stef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37216864.post-43493704762695657092011-11-27T15:27:00.000-08:002011-11-27T15:38:25.186-08:00No More Crickets!This blog has gone through more starts and stops in the past year than ________________ (insert good analogy here).<div><br /></div><div>Rather than say "I'm back" (again), I'll just jump right in. :-)</div><div><br /></div><div>I've got most of my 2012 races lined up with two "A" races: <a href="http://ironmanboise.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ironman</span> Boise 70.3</a> on June 9 and a local fall half iron race (to be determined shortly after the first of the year).</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm so excited about racing again and returning to the 70.3 distance! I love that distance for so many reasons . . . all of which I'm sure I'll touch upon here over the next year. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>For now, it's that time of year:</b> lactate threshold testing! I have swim/bike/run tests this week and for ONCE I'm not nervous, afraid, or stressed out about them. This is totally NEW for me and I have to say it's much better and takes a lot less energy than all the worry and self-judging I used to do over these tests.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>In a nutshell, my approach is: </b></div><div><br /></div><div>1) SHOW UP fully and follow the test instructions to the letter</div><div>2) Do my very BEST during each test</div><div>3) Send the data to <a href="http://multisportmastery.blogspot.com/">Coach</a> -- after that it's out of my hands</div><div><br /></div><div>Yippee!!!</div><div><br /></div>Stef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37216864.post-2338471758184860752011-08-01T07:52:00.000-07:002011-08-01T08:04:08.207-07:00My First Race is This Week!Lots going on over here in the Southern Nevada desert.<br /><br />First and foremost, my "first" race -- the first race since being back coaching with Liz, that is, is this Saturday!<br /><br />The Legends of Cross Country 5k right here in Boulder City!<br /><br />I'm ridiculously excited for it. My running ability and confidence grows stronger with each run and I can't wait to get out there and see what I can do.<br /><br />Returned a few days ago from a business/family trip to the New York City area. Being notorious for allowing training to fall by the wayside during any kind of travel I'm incredibly proud to report that I kept up with all my running while away!<br /><br />Whether on the treadmill at the Westin Times Square or on the streets of Syosset, Long Island, I was there, running. Part of the reason for that was this weekend's race! Nice motivator. In the bigger picture, since I was starting with a travel training record at ground zero, and running is the simplest sport to tackle while on the road, committing to that was the easiest most practical thing.<br /><br />So I win!<br /><br />My view from the treadmill at Westin Times Square last Sunday:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc6XlxLrn7O8QQms0ZlseViDA-BbYrXukPB9o425zhXZz7dEyZFtELTJ8RNRpQXdWOpEo1Mmq_2uvcbJoZ9EHqrOQEnzo-3CoNpeZUw0mZMpG5duAxOX2HpCZnmbZW6E_F3XXR/s1600/Westin+Times+Square+Treadmill.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 73px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc6XlxLrn7O8QQms0ZlseViDA-BbYrXukPB9o425zhXZz7dEyZFtELTJ8RNRpQXdWOpEo1Mmq_2uvcbJoZ9EHqrOQEnzo-3CoNpeZUw0mZMpG5duAxOX2HpCZnmbZW6E_F3XXR/s320/Westin+Times+Square+Treadmill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635903061348599586" border="0" /></a>Stef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37216864.post-60766047353682087592011-07-11T16:33:00.001-07:002011-07-11T17:01:05.937-07:00Ouch (stretching is good)!Wrapped up another fun week of training with a long run last night. My long run is up to 60 minutes, still pretty easy effort. Despite it being easy my legs were feeling it.<br /><br />Found <a href="http://www.active.com/triathlon/Articles/Flexibility_training__Running_stretches.htm">this article</a> on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Facebook</span> and it hooked me in because it only has three stretches in it (doable without being overwhelming) and it's designed for runners. Seeing myself more and more as a runner with every run and every run off the bike I do. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">YAY</span>!<br /><br />So today (a rest day from training) during a break in writing projects I tried the stretches out. Holy OW! I am so stiff! First thought was "<span style="font-style: italic;">this is an injury waiting to happen.</span>" Second thought was "<span style="font-style: italic;">man these are really going to help me get stronger</span>."<br /><br />Going with the second thought (<span style="font-style: italic;">hell yes I'm getting stronger</span>) because it's more proactive and positive and also because I've never been injured other than <a href="http://ramblingbydesign.blogspot.com/2010/05/fun-hard-core-iron-girl-2010-race.html">Iron Girl 2010 </a>and that was just a crazy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">flukey</span> thing that happened and is destined to never to be repeated! EVER.<br /><br />On Saturday the <a href="http://www.lvtriclub.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Las</span> Vegas Triathlon Club</a> held a sprint race down by the lake. It was awesome! After getting a flat 15 minutes into what was supposed to be my long ride for the week I bagged the ride and went down to transition to volunteer. <a href="http://www.challengedathletes.org/site/c.4nJHJQPqEiKUE/b.6449449/k.B480/Operation_Rebound.htm">Operation Rebound</a> sent an athlete named Bobby <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Donnelly</span> to race with the club. Watching him and everyone else finish was amazing! All the club members kicked ASS!<br /><br />Later that day I changed out both bike tires and did my long ride on the trainer. We've been having thunderstorms here for the past few weeks and the result is 30% humidity when we're used to less than 10%. It sure feels damp outside and in the middle of the day . . . no thanks I'll work out indoors!<br /><br />This week will be a normal week training wise but starting at the end of next week I'll be in New York City and Long Island for a combo business and visiting family trip. I am NOTORIOUS for not training while traveling -- it's just so easy to skip a workout and have the skipping snowball the entire time I'm on the road. Need to bust this bad habit starting with this trip!<br /><br />Any tips out there on how you happily train while on the road? I'd love to receive those. The more the better!!Stef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37216864.post-4941705936809328652011-07-06T09:01:00.001-07:002011-07-06T09:10:57.292-07:00How I LOVE to see Improvement . . .. . . and love love LOVE being back to blogging again!<br /><br />Woo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hoo</span>!<br /><br />So yesterday was a stressful day for a myriad of reasons. Running a business can be like that (<span style="font-style: italic;">go figure</span>).<br /><br />There was a run on the schedule which I decided to do in the late afternoon/early evening. Given the nasty summer heat combined with freakishly high humidity from rainstorms (<span style="font-style: italic;">36% seriously wow</span>) and given that even after the sun goes down it's still at least 10 degrees hotter in the evening than in the morning, I went for it anyway.<br /><br />Sort of expecting to feel miserable.<br /><br />The misery never came.<br /><br />What did come was simply a run that felt stronger and better than the handful of runs that preceded it in this new round of training.<br /><br />WIN!<br /><br />Still not keeping track of pace.<br /><br />Making adjustments to my form -- soon will have Glenn or Tony make a video for <a href="http://multisportmastery.blogspot.com/">Coach</a> to give me feedback. :-)<br /><br />It was just a nice (<span style="font-style: italic;">albeit hot and sticky</span>) run. My first nice run since being back. <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Full Disclosure:</span> I ran with my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">iPod</span> and envisioned myself on the run courses of my BIG goal races for next year. Wanted to give myself every chance to have a good run with some great tunes and big dreams. It worked!<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">HOLLA</span>!!Stef0115http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.com3