In case anyone out there in blog land even cares...We all three survived and finished!!!!!!
More later, for now it's simple-BED!
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
Oh Crap!
So, I am sitting in front of the computer with less than 11 hours before our half ironman. My two team mates are tucked snug in bed and I am on my way. We have trained and we are ready, however it is soooooo scary. The swim is the most trouble for two of us and seeing the buoys out in the water made me want to pee my pants. They seemed like a mile away. Oh wait, they are 1.2 miles away. The bike looked like a nice rolling course. We will have 90+ temps to deal with and hope and pray for two tires that behave. I am looking forward to the run since that is my favorite. I know if I have made it that far I will finish. I can't control a bike melt down but I can control my feet.
I am just going to leave this entry with that. Nothing witty to say at this point.
See ya 70.3 later!
I am just going to leave this entry with that. Nothing witty to say at this point.
See ya 70.3 later!
Saturday, May 24, 2008
7 Days....
So, this time next week we shall be half-Iron women...
We'll all be sitting around a table with glasses of vino sharing our war stories from the race.....
Oh, who am I kidding, we'll all be in bed this time too pooped to lift the glasses to our lips. ;-)
"It's good training!" - Just Tri
We'll all be sitting around a table with glasses of vino sharing our war stories from the race.....
Oh, who am I kidding, we'll all be in bed this time too pooped to lift the glasses to our lips. ;-)
"It's good training!" - Just Tri
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Scared To Death
While my teammates SEEM to do little training for these races, they both end up finishing and with really fast times. I, on the other hand, have been training my butt off (not literally-but I wish it was coming off) and finishing with less than impressive times. Though I am finishing and that should be enough, but like my teammates I have a competative spirit which is how I got roped into this completely crazy 1/2 ironman race. Anyway, I am scared to death! As race day approaches, less than 2 weeks, my stress level rises and I am breaking out in zits (isn't that only suppose to happen to young people???????????), eating tons of junk food (I am a stress eater), and finding myself daydreaming about how I need to swim, bike and run an obnoxious amount of miles in less than 2weeks (there are so many other things to day dream about like david what's his name from Bones). Ok, so I got all cocky in one of my earlier blogs thinking I could actually place or do fairly well. i take all that back. Surviving is my ONLY goal. And if I get roped into this 2nd 1/2 ironman I will certify myself as crazy!!!! On another note....Just tri me talked about tattoos. I am one of those persons who has 8 of them and one of them is a triathlon tattoo. Though, it is not anything affiliated with ironman. I am also looking to get my 9th this summer. I think a tattoo with the maiden mother crone symbol over my belly and my kids birthdays over the mother symbol is appropriate for my last (I am running out of room in the areas that no one can see them) tattoo. Did I tell you all I am scared to death?????
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Rain, Running & Randomness
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a woman in possession of a race registration must be in want of a good training session....
Alright, so Jane Austen I'm not. She'd probably balk at the image of us running around in spandex. Or maybe enlightened by the thought of us taking part in a typically male arena.
Well, the universe seems to be conspiring against me as of late. I had not run since the Potomac Half last Sunday and while I don't really miss it, I know I need to do it. (My overgrowing muffin top and ill-fitting pants second the motion).
Friday, I had a brillant idea that I would pack the jogging stroller in the car and when I dropped off my car for an oil change, I would go for a run around the nearby neighborhood. But it rained all day and I never got it in. I was going to run more this weekend, but it rained. Enter brillant idea number 3, to run after work Monday. Re-enter rain scenario. I was forced to run on the treadmill, which I hate. I convinced myself to do an hour, at whatever pace, just to get it in. I did discover my motivation on the treadmill - to watch the Food Network. It made time fly and kept me on the treadmill knowing I need the treadmill to get rid of muffin top and be able to eat actual muffins.
I tried cycling with TriToddler last weekend but she was quite the backseat rider. I had to stop every 1/2 mile to deal with the angst/complaint/issue of the moment. Then today TriMe and I were going to ride. I don't usually air up my tires before each ride but thought I'd be a good little cyclist today and do it. Instead I let all the air out of the tire and couldn't get the air pump to lock into the nozzle. So I drove over to TriMe's house instead of the planned bike ride there and couldn't get her air pump to work. Then we drove to the bike store where they filled it up and essentially said it was "user error". Finally got out on the road at the time I planned to be home. At least I did get an hour in - yea. I missed swimming for all that.
Speaking of swimming, haven't done that since before the Kinetic Tri. Haven't been running. Haven't been swimming. Haven't been cycling. What have I been doing???
Am ready to do this half-iron and get it over with. I really hope it doesn't rain that day. Just don't think I could mentally handle it...
Oh, and TriMe is pushing for another half-iron in Sept. I really thought I was going to get the summer off. I don't really want to do it, but I'll be darned if I let them do it without me and then gloat about having one more half-iron under their belt than me.
Not really into tattos because I was never really passionate about anything to get one and couldn't figure out where to hide it yet show it. Then thought that if I did an ironman, I'd get the iron-man insignia. Last week decided I could put it at the nape of my neck where my hair covers it unless I put it up in a pony tail (which I rarely wear at work so my students would never know). But here's the big issue - I really don't feel like doing an iron-man. I thought I could put something related to half-iron, but that's not really worth it. The girls and I joked about doing half the ironman symbol. While funny, not funny enough to scar my body for. I guess some people get tattos while drunk, we'd end up with one while on a runner's high...
I'm going to go eat some Cool Whip...
"It's good training." - Just Tri Me
Alright, so Jane Austen I'm not. She'd probably balk at the image of us running around in spandex. Or maybe enlightened by the thought of us taking part in a typically male arena.
Well, the universe seems to be conspiring against me as of late. I had not run since the Potomac Half last Sunday and while I don't really miss it, I know I need to do it. (My overgrowing muffin top and ill-fitting pants second the motion).
Friday, I had a brillant idea that I would pack the jogging stroller in the car and when I dropped off my car for an oil change, I would go for a run around the nearby neighborhood. But it rained all day and I never got it in. I was going to run more this weekend, but it rained. Enter brillant idea number 3, to run after work Monday. Re-enter rain scenario. I was forced to run on the treadmill, which I hate. I convinced myself to do an hour, at whatever pace, just to get it in. I did discover my motivation on the treadmill - to watch the Food Network. It made time fly and kept me on the treadmill knowing I need the treadmill to get rid of muffin top and be able to eat actual muffins.
I tried cycling with TriToddler last weekend but she was quite the backseat rider. I had to stop every 1/2 mile to deal with the angst/complaint/issue of the moment. Then today TriMe and I were going to ride. I don't usually air up my tires before each ride but thought I'd be a good little cyclist today and do it. Instead I let all the air out of the tire and couldn't get the air pump to lock into the nozzle. So I drove over to TriMe's house instead of the planned bike ride there and couldn't get her air pump to work. Then we drove to the bike store where they filled it up and essentially said it was "user error". Finally got out on the road at the time I planned to be home. At least I did get an hour in - yea. I missed swimming for all that.
Speaking of swimming, haven't done that since before the Kinetic Tri. Haven't been running. Haven't been swimming. Haven't been cycling. What have I been doing???
Am ready to do this half-iron and get it over with. I really hope it doesn't rain that day. Just don't think I could mentally handle it...
Oh, and TriMe is pushing for another half-iron in Sept. I really thought I was going to get the summer off. I don't really want to do it, but I'll be darned if I let them do it without me and then gloat about having one more half-iron under their belt than me.
Not really into tattos because I was never really passionate about anything to get one and couldn't figure out where to hide it yet show it. Then thought that if I did an ironman, I'd get the iron-man insignia. Last week decided I could put it at the nape of my neck where my hair covers it unless I put it up in a pony tail (which I rarely wear at work so my students would never know). But here's the big issue - I really don't feel like doing an iron-man. I thought I could put something related to half-iron, but that's not really worth it. The girls and I joked about doing half the ironman symbol. While funny, not funny enough to scar my body for. I guess some people get tattos while drunk, we'd end up with one while on a runner's high...
I'm going to go eat some Cool Whip...
"It's good training." - Just Tri Me
Monday, May 5, 2008
Potomac River Run Half-Marathon: Hey, at least I did it....
Alright, so not my best race but I did it and we should just leave it at that. MUCH slower pace time than the first half-marathon (See, Colleen - this is why I don't want to do a second half-iron). I think my time was around 2:15 which included a potty break. Barbiegirl not was ill so her husband took her place. I don't actually know my finish time because I'm listed as "TBD" on the race log. Probably because when Mr. Barbiegirlnot and I crossed the line they saw a man and woman, yet their scorecard read two females. Here's the kicker: of all the races I've ever done, I've never had my name called as I cross the finish line. We cross and they call Barbiegirlnot's name. The woman isn't even there and she gets her name called!
Had quite an adventure getting there. I eventually made it to the race after missing the exit for Rte. 1 (darn bridge construction) and venturing over to Maryland, where I missed the first exit (stupid misplaced 295 road sign) and the exit after that (daft area revitalization which made it not look how I remembered). So, after many a contributions to the swear jar, I finally turned around at St. Barnabas road. Hell, at the rate I was going, I should have just taken the Beltway all the way around back to Rte 1! Maybe I could have even gotten off at 270 and hit the Frederick marathon.
I have to say this was a very different kind of race…. The early start was 6:30 and some racers took off at 6:00 a.m. So we were just hanging around and went to line up for the 6:30 early start. They said we could start whenever. So we took off at 6:20. It was rather anti-climatic. You just walk up there, cross the mat, beep goes the timer and you're running. Lots of aid stations and great volunteers. On the way back we started passing those that had started at the regular time. Everyone was saying "good job", "way to go". I just felt so guilty. I just wanted to shout back, "Took an early start - not really running that fast!". I was hurting most of the way back. I made it to Stone Bridge and, with my running partner in the loo, I thought I'd sneak a walk in. Low and behold there's the race photographer. I sure as hell wasn't going to let her take a picture of me the one time I was walking. Grrr….
Great post race food too. Can't beat Whole Foods and Bruegger's bagels. Well, you could with Chick-fil-a, but of course they're not open on Sundays. I don't mean to sound snotty, but I just ran a half-marathon. Is it too much to ask for some cream cheese with the bagels? In retrospect, I have to applaud the B&A Half-Marathon because they had pizza AND coffee AND cream cheese for the bagels.
HEROES OF THE RACE:
Mr. Barbiegirlnot: for running a half-marathon on 12 hours notice AND giving the t-shirt to his wife. If that's not love, I don't know what is.
Me: for actually doing the whole flippin' thing after 1.5 hours of cycling while pulling Tri-Toddler in the bike trailer (about half my body weight) the day before and the only time I purposively slowed down was through the aid stations (thank God there were quite a few!)
The Other Idiots: All the other idiots who did the GW 10 miler last week and this race. I was glad to have the company. :)
Next race: Half Iron, baby! Cowboy up!!!
"It's good training!" - Just Tri Me
Had quite an adventure getting there. I eventually made it to the race after missing the exit for Rte. 1 (darn bridge construction) and venturing over to Maryland, where I missed the first exit (stupid misplaced 295 road sign) and the exit after that (daft area revitalization which made it not look how I remembered). So, after many a contributions to the swear jar, I finally turned around at St. Barnabas road. Hell, at the rate I was going, I should have just taken the Beltway all the way around back to Rte 1! Maybe I could have even gotten off at 270 and hit the Frederick marathon.
I have to say this was a very different kind of race…. The early start was 6:30 and some racers took off at 6:00 a.m. So we were just hanging around and went to line up for the 6:30 early start. They said we could start whenever. So we took off at 6:20. It was rather anti-climatic. You just walk up there, cross the mat, beep goes the timer and you're running. Lots of aid stations and great volunteers. On the way back we started passing those that had started at the regular time. Everyone was saying "good job", "way to go". I just felt so guilty. I just wanted to shout back, "Took an early start - not really running that fast!". I was hurting most of the way back. I made it to Stone Bridge and, with my running partner in the loo, I thought I'd sneak a walk in. Low and behold there's the race photographer. I sure as hell wasn't going to let her take a picture of me the one time I was walking. Grrr….
Great post race food too. Can't beat Whole Foods and Bruegger's bagels. Well, you could with Chick-fil-a, but of course they're not open on Sundays. I don't mean to sound snotty, but I just ran a half-marathon. Is it too much to ask for some cream cheese with the bagels? In retrospect, I have to applaud the B&A Half-Marathon because they had pizza AND coffee AND cream cheese for the bagels.
HEROES OF THE RACE:
Mr. Barbiegirlnot: for running a half-marathon on 12 hours notice AND giving the t-shirt to his wife. If that's not love, I don't know what is.
Me: for actually doing the whole flippin' thing after 1.5 hours of cycling while pulling Tri-Toddler in the bike trailer (about half my body weight) the day before and the only time I purposively slowed down was through the aid stations (thank God there were quite a few!)
The Other Idiots: All the other idiots who did the GW 10 miler last week and this race. I was glad to have the company. :)
Next race: Half Iron, baby! Cowboy up!!!
"It's good training!" - Just Tri Me
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