For the past week or so, my motivation to get on my bike has been very low. I’m not sure why or how this came about, but lately I seem to be able to find any excuse and am able to justify to myself why it is okay to skip or slack on ‘this bike workout’ or ‘that bike workout’.
Take for example the past two days.
Yesterday (Wednesday) I had a 75’ aerobic ride on the agenda.
On Tuesday evening I decided that I would ride to and from work, as lately traffic has been making me very angry and each day I’m stuck in the car, I wonder why I’m not riding my bike (I’ve been quite road-ragey in fact. It is really not pretty). Anyway, once I drive down the Malahat, it takes about 30’ each way on my bike, so I figured I would ride easy on the way into work and then do the full 75’ after.
The ride into work was good. Cold, but uneventful. [Note to self: it is time for knee warmers in the morning – shorts are not cutting it anymore. Also, gloves.]
About midday yesterday, I decided it would be okay to only ride 45’ after work, justifying this by the fact that I would have ridden 75’ total on the day, even though it wasn’t all at once. Besides, I told myself, I swam immediately before my ride in to work, so that was about 75’ (or more!) of total aerobic activity this morning. 45’ on the way home was totally sufficient.
By 4:00 (30’ before departure time) I was both happy I had ridden my bike and sad at the same time. Happy I had ridden, because I knew if my car was in town, there was no way I would be riding for any length of time that evening. Sad, because I really didn’t want to ride, but had to if I wanted to go home (which I very much did).
The ride home was fine. My legs were tired and my heart wasn’t in it, but it too was uneventful (and warm enough for shorts and short sleeves, so that was nice).
By the time I got to my car (about 30’ into the ride) I decided to pack it in. My latest justification being that I had a “45-60’ aerobic on the rollers” ride on tap for the next morning (aka. today, aka. Thursday) and I would just make sure to do the full 60’, making up for the 15’ I was missing out on my 75’ aerobic.
Totally logical, completely reasonable and absolutely justifiable I told myself. Totally.
Fast forward to this morning. My alarm goes off. It’s time to get up and ride those damn rollers for 60’. I generally really like the rollers, but this morning at 5:30am, well, not so much.
So, what do I do?
Contemplate things for a few moments in a semi-awake state, then promptly set my alarm ahead one hour and go back to sleep.
My excuse du jour?
I’m tired. I’m just listening to my body. Rest is good for me. I can ride tonight when I get home from yoga and if I’m too tired, then I will ride Friday after work… or maybe Sunday. Yadda, yadda, yadda.
Yeah, you get the idea. That 45-60’ on the rollers probably isn’t going to happen.
So that’s where I’m at. Essentially 3 weeks out from one of the biggest races of my life and I can’t seem to get past this awful mental block about riding my bike. I only need to put in 3 more weeks of hard training and then I get some down time and a wicked long break exploring an awesome new country. Won’t it be so much better if I work hard for it? Gah, I’m not even tapering and I’m already freaking out. My mind is surely messing with me, right?
Okay, minor freak out aside and on a more positive note... I had a pretty good fartlek run the other night. I may have had (okay, totally did have) the assistance of gravity via some dowhills to help me, but managed to clock a few sub 4:00/km paces on the ol’ Garmin. Gravity assisted or not, it was a pretty good confidence boost.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Brain Dump
Some random thoughts for a random Wednesday…
1) This past weekend I participated in the 2nd Annual Fun Runners Super Sprint Triathlon presented by Westshore Triathlon.
The emphasis for the event was FUN and well, it delivered.
There were no timing chips, no race bibs (although we did get nicely body marked), no batons for relays, no awards, but there definitely was a great sense of community. (I think the number of volunteers actually rivaled the number of participants). Everyone brought a potluck item to share post “race” and there were even homemade finishers medals. It was pretty awesome.
Kirk and Stephanie (Westshore Triathlon) put on a great little event, bringing together everyone from experienced short course racers and Ironman finishers to triathlon virgins who completed their very first race!
For me, it was a great chance to see how my body would respond to pushing hard and fast without the real pressure of racing… and well, it wasn’t too bad. I felt pretty pooped coming off the bike and bagged out a bit on the run, but it didn’t really matter. While I know there is definitely some work to be done as I build toward Auckland, it was great to feel that intensity again that comes with short course racing and it left me feeling pretty positive about where I am at. (Even if I was a tad sore the next day, haha).
2) Saturday’s “race” was followed on Sunday by a more aerobic set of workouts (bike and run). Both were to be kept in the easy aerobic range, but were to be “hilly”. I’ve got a lot of hilly workouts on the horizon over the next few weeks and at first I couldn’t really figure out why (as I believe the course in Auckland is rather flat), then I saw this picture and it all made sense.
3) I rode my bike to work yesterday. I’ve been doing this fairly often lately and every time I ride through one stretch of the Goose I think to myself, this is a roadie’s dream.
4) As you can see from the quality of the above photos, the camera on my phone is pretty lackluster. I have one of the original Blackberry Curves (complete with roller ball). I drop this bad boy about 100 times a day and it is still keeps on working. It’s like a tank. A very small electronic tank.
That said, my contract has hit the point where I can now upgrade my phone and I feel torn. Part of me thinks I should just keep rocking the Curve until it goes kaput, but I am also tempted to upgrade to something with a fancier camera and more functionality (you know, something that can do more than text, email and brick breaker... although I do love me some brick breaker).
But now I have a dilemma: iPhone vs. Blackberry vs. Android.
What do I do?!
Which is better? Which will suit my needs? Which has a higher quality camera? Which one will stand up to being dropped 100+ times a day? Which can resist a small coating of sweat from being in my back zipper pocket while I run? Which one will stand up to being dropped 100+ times a day?
Oh loyal blog readers, please weigh in. What should I do?
5) While we’re on the subject of comparing things, I’d just like to state that in my opinion SPEEDO > TYR.
Why, you ask? Well, for years I wore this Speedo suit…
1) This past weekend I participated in the 2nd Annual Fun Runners Super Sprint Triathlon presented by Westshore Triathlon.
The emphasis for the event was FUN and well, it delivered.
There were no timing chips, no race bibs (although we did get nicely body marked), no batons for relays, no awards, but there definitely was a great sense of community. (I think the number of volunteers actually rivaled the number of participants). Everyone brought a potluck item to share post “race” and there were even homemade finishers medals. It was pretty awesome.
Kirk and Stephanie (Westshore Triathlon) put on a great little event, bringing together everyone from experienced short course racers and Ironman finishers to triathlon virgins who completed their very first race!
For me, it was a great chance to see how my body would respond to pushing hard and fast without the real pressure of racing… and well, it wasn’t too bad. I felt pretty pooped coming off the bike and bagged out a bit on the run, but it didn’t really matter. While I know there is definitely some work to be done as I build toward Auckland, it was great to feel that intensity again that comes with short course racing and it left me feeling pretty positive about where I am at. (Even if I was a tad sore the next day, haha).
2) Saturday’s “race” was followed on Sunday by a more aerobic set of workouts (bike and run). Both were to be kept in the easy aerobic range, but were to be “hilly”. I’ve got a lot of hilly workouts on the horizon over the next few weeks and at first I couldn’t really figure out why (as I believe the course in Auckland is rather flat), then I saw this picture and it all made sense.
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| You're not fooling me Kelly Guest. |
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| Fresh asphalt on a secluded trail... |
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| ... definitely one for The Book of Awesome. |
That said, my contract has hit the point where I can now upgrade my phone and I feel torn. Part of me thinks I should just keep rocking the Curve until it goes kaput, but I am also tempted to upgrade to something with a fancier camera and more functionality (you know, something that can do more than text, email and brick breaker... although I do love me some brick breaker).
But now I have a dilemma: iPhone vs. Blackberry vs. Android.
What do I do?!
Which is better? Which will suit my needs? Which has a higher quality camera? Which one will stand up to being dropped 100+ times a day? Which can resist a small coating of sweat from being in my back zipper pocket while I run? Which one will stand up to being dropped 100+ times a day?
Oh loyal blog readers, please weigh in. What should I do?
5) While we’re on the subject of comparing things, I’d just like to state that in my opinion SPEEDO > TYR.
Why, you ask? Well, for years I wore this Speedo suit…
It was great; however, a little boring and the thick straps would cause some chaffing on my neck. Aside from looking like I always had a hickey, I didn’t really mind and I really liked the way the suit fit. Not to mention, in 5 years of triathlon-ing, I only had to replace it once.
While in Boston in April, I came across this Tyr suit…
I’m a sucker for anything tie-dyed and while it didn’t fit like a glove, it fit ‘well enough’ and was cheaper than I could buy a suit at home (or so I thought), so I bought it. I quickly discovered that the thin straps meant no chaffing on my neck! It was like a revelation. Unfortunately, the suit barely lasted the summer and is now so stretched out I can’t wear it without mooning the entire pool with each push off the wall. What up with that Tyr?
So, the other day, I went in search of a new swim suit figuring I might get lucky and find something on an end-of-season sale.
I ended up buying this bad boy…
I love it! As soon as I put it on, I could feel that trusty Speedo quality. The suit fits my body shape perfectly. Not to mention, it has a fun pattern and thin straps – so no neck chafing! Oh, and because it was on sale, it was actually cheaper than the Tyr suit I bought it Boston. Win Win Win. I’m hopeful (and confident) it will last just as long as my boring old blue suit.
6) I’ve totally been shopping for jeans this week. Apparently this is a no-no. I'll admit it, I am definitely having a hard time resisting the urge to dress my post Ironman body. I haven't bought anything yet, but today could be the day.
7) Last but not least. As I alluded to in a previous post, I am trying to win Sister of the Year honours for 2013. (See #2 here). And yeah, THIS is officially on tap for 2013 (I just threw up a little in my mouth). I’m still not fully talking about it (I need to get through NZ first), but I’m getting there. It’s going to be fun. Crazy, yes, but fun.
That said, this is what Shane thinks of Kirsten’s and my plans for next August.
And I think that is all for now... HAPPY HUMP DAY!
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
What is happening?
My legs hurt.
A lot.
Like, A LOT a lot.
I can feel every sinew in my adductors and hips and quads and when I squat I involuntarily let out a little groan.
Man, what is happening to me?
Oh right, I took nearly two weeks off from training (the minimal amounts of swimming and biking were more just to keep me from going insane I think) and now that I’ve reintroduced some weight bearing exercises (think running and strength workouts) and am back at the whole two-a-day grind, my body is talking a little more loudly to me than it has in a while. (Although, I think it might just be asking for more cookies and grilled cheese, non?)
Don’t get me wrong, the two weeks of very little structure was absolutely needed. It was a perfect mental and physical break after Ironman and I find myself more and more excited for New Zealand. I’m happily looking ahead and no longer looking back.
So, even though I may groan each time I stand up from my desk at work, the stiffness in my legs is welcome. It is definitely a good hurt and I know by week’s end, my body will likely have reignited and things will be decidedly less painful.
That said, it does feel a bit strange to still have a race to focus on and train for. While most people in the Pacific Northwest are putting their tri-suits away for the season, my second ‘A’ race of the year is just around the corner. The air has a distinct fall chill to it and most Victoria area tri-geeks probably don’t have a lot of open water swimming on the horizon.
I however, have not packed up the wetsuit quite yet. I read recently the water temperature in Auckland on race day will likely be in the 14-16C (57-61F) range. Granted, I usually have no idea what the water temperature is around here, but well, 14-16C seems kinda cool, don’t cha think?
I believe Okanagan Lake measured somewhere in the 21-23C range this year for IMC, so I’m guessing 14-16C will be similar to the chill that we experience in Shawnigan each year in May (of course if anyone reading can correct me, please feel free). So yeah, Thetis (and perhaps even the ocean) will remain on my list of training facilities until at least October 14. Brrrr.
[Tangent Alert! Shane tells me that 14-16C is perfect “great white shark temperature”. I have a slightly irrational fear of sharks and can’t stop replaying (in my head) a story I saw on Shark Week about a guy in Australia’s Sydney harbour being attacked by a shark. The swim in Auckland just so happens to be in a harbour too. Eeek! Of course, this is good incentive to work on swimming really fast, so that I’m out of the water quickly. Besides, my odds are better in a big group right? I just need to make sure I don’t fall off the main pack, haha].
Another reason it seems a bit strange to still be focused on triathlon, is that last year around this time I discovered how fun cyclocross can be. Getting muddy and dirty and throwing yourself around a crazy biking obstacle course = awesome.
Part of me thought I would take part in the fall cross season again this year before heading to Auckland, but after a women’s only CX clinic on Monday night, I realized it is probably best to avoid the cross bike until after NZ.
Don’t get me wrong, the clinic (put on by the amazing Mical Dyck) was an absolute blast! I learned some great new skills (like how to dismount and mount while still wearing my shoes, how to properly carry my bike, plus much much more) and I don’t think the smile left my face the whole time I was there. Man, what a silly and thrilling sport!
[Fun fact: Mical hates bananas, but is an awesome teacher when it comes to all things CX].
That said, I also learned that the whole time I was trying to corner down a hill or slalom through some cones, the World Champs were in the back of my mind, and I was tentative. (I hit the chicken switch a lot on Monday night). I fell a lot last year as I attempted to learn to cross and I realized I was very afraid to fall and hurt myself before Auckland. I think injuries normally happen when you are tentative, so, mounting the ol’ CX bike is going to be put on hold until November – at which time I plan to hit the parks and trails and truly learn to get wild on the cross bike.
So, what lies ahead as I get back into training? Well, something I’ve not done a whole heck of a lot of this year. Sprinting. Speedwork. Hard~Steady~Fast efforts! A return to the PAIN ZONE.
It terrifies me a little. I find myself really nervous about the type of work that I need to put in over the next 5 weeks or so. I know I've got the fitness, but now I need to teach my body how to fire again and I need to embrace the hurt that I so often shy away from.
Thankfully, I read Katie’s Rev3 Cedar Point race report this morning and she posted the most amazing quote: “ 'My heart is afraid it will have to suffer,' the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky. 'Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams.' ”
I love this so much.
So yeah, if you see me out swimming or biking or running over the next little while and I look like I’m suffering – well, that’s a good thing.
A lot.
Like, A LOT a lot.
I can feel every sinew in my adductors and hips and quads and when I squat I involuntarily let out a little groan.
Man, what is happening to me?
Oh right, I took nearly two weeks off from training (the minimal amounts of swimming and biking were more just to keep me from going insane I think) and now that I’ve reintroduced some weight bearing exercises (think running and strength workouts) and am back at the whole two-a-day grind, my body is talking a little more loudly to me than it has in a while. (Although, I think it might just be asking for more cookies and grilled cheese, non?)
Don’t get me wrong, the two weeks of very little structure was absolutely needed. It was a perfect mental and physical break after Ironman and I find myself more and more excited for New Zealand. I’m happily looking ahead and no longer looking back.
So, even though I may groan each time I stand up from my desk at work, the stiffness in my legs is welcome. It is definitely a good hurt and I know by week’s end, my body will likely have reignited and things will be decidedly less painful.
That said, it does feel a bit strange to still have a race to focus on and train for. While most people in the Pacific Northwest are putting their tri-suits away for the season, my second ‘A’ race of the year is just around the corner. The air has a distinct fall chill to it and most Victoria area tri-geeks probably don’t have a lot of open water swimming on the horizon.
I however, have not packed up the wetsuit quite yet. I read recently the water temperature in Auckland on race day will likely be in the 14-16C (57-61F) range. Granted, I usually have no idea what the water temperature is around here, but well, 14-16C seems kinda cool, don’t cha think?
I believe Okanagan Lake measured somewhere in the 21-23C range this year for IMC, so I’m guessing 14-16C will be similar to the chill that we experience in Shawnigan each year in May (of course if anyone reading can correct me, please feel free). So yeah, Thetis (and perhaps even the ocean) will remain on my list of training facilities until at least October 14. Brrrr.
[Tangent Alert! Shane tells me that 14-16C is perfect “great white shark temperature”. I have a slightly irrational fear of sharks and can’t stop replaying (in my head) a story I saw on Shark Week about a guy in Australia’s Sydney harbour being attacked by a shark. The swim in Auckland just so happens to be in a harbour too. Eeek! Of course, this is good incentive to work on swimming really fast, so that I’m out of the water quickly. Besides, my odds are better in a big group right? I just need to make sure I don’t fall off the main pack, haha].
Another reason it seems a bit strange to still be focused on triathlon, is that last year around this time I discovered how fun cyclocross can be. Getting muddy and dirty and throwing yourself around a crazy biking obstacle course = awesome.
Part of me thought I would take part in the fall cross season again this year before heading to Auckland, but after a women’s only CX clinic on Monday night, I realized it is probably best to avoid the cross bike until after NZ.
Don’t get me wrong, the clinic (put on by the amazing Mical Dyck) was an absolute blast! I learned some great new skills (like how to dismount and mount while still wearing my shoes, how to properly carry my bike, plus much much more) and I don’t think the smile left my face the whole time I was there. Man, what a silly and thrilling sport!
[Fun fact: Mical hates bananas, but is an awesome teacher when it comes to all things CX].
That said, I also learned that the whole time I was trying to corner down a hill or slalom through some cones, the World Champs were in the back of my mind, and I was tentative. (I hit the chicken switch a lot on Monday night). I fell a lot last year as I attempted to learn to cross and I realized I was very afraid to fall and hurt myself before Auckland. I think injuries normally happen when you are tentative, so, mounting the ol’ CX bike is going to be put on hold until November – at which time I plan to hit the parks and trails and truly learn to get wild on the cross bike.
So, what lies ahead as I get back into training? Well, something I’ve not done a whole heck of a lot of this year. Sprinting. Speedwork. Hard~Steady~Fast efforts! A return to the PAIN ZONE.
It terrifies me a little. I find myself really nervous about the type of work that I need to put in over the next 5 weeks or so. I know I've got the fitness, but now I need to teach my body how to fire again and I need to embrace the hurt that I so often shy away from.
Thankfully, I read Katie’s Rev3 Cedar Point race report this morning and she posted the most amazing quote: “ 'My heart is afraid it will have to suffer,' the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky. 'Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams.' ”
I love this so much.
So yeah, if you see me out swimming or biking or running over the next little while and I look like I’m suffering – well, that’s a good thing.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Snippets of Ironman Week
Just over one week out from Ironman and the view ain't so bad. Sure, the race didn't go exactly as I had hoped, but disappointment is giving way to pride. Ahhh, perspective ~ it’s a wonderful thing.
Besides, lots of other fun (and/or interesting) stuff happened during Ironman week, so why focus on just the race, right?
So without further ado, some random tidbits and photos from IMC week...
1) On the drive up to Penticton, somewhere between Merritt and West Kelowna, Shane had to 'go' really badly. Unfortunately there was not a rest stop in sight. So, we found a road to pull off on and, napkins in hand, he set out to find a nice bush to squat behind and take care of business.
Once in the bush, he heard a clicking sound, which quickly became a rattling sound. Yes, rattle snake!!!
He high stepped it out of there as fast as he could and found a more appropriate location to fertilize the land. Once back in the car, covered in sweat and adrenaline pumping he looked at me and said "that literally scared the shit out of me." It made me laugh.
2) Shane and I had decided to do our last training run on the Thursday before the race separately. Just before dinner, I set out along the channel hoping for a nice mellow run. As I passed the foot bridge near the golf course, I came across a large slithering creature myself.
I ran past it very calmly and then proceeded to do the most awkward jazz hand style, heebie-jeebie body shake. (The people tubing in the channel probably thought I was crazy, but hopefully my little dance provided a good laugh).
I thought I was going to be able to top Shane's rattle snake story, but turns out it was likely just a very mature (non-venomous) bull snake. It did not scare the shit out of me, but it definitely freaked me out something fierce as I was very unaware there are large snakes in Penticton that aren't rattlers.
3) Last year while in Penticton for IMC, Tyler bought a new one piece tri-suit. The tri-suit came to be known as the onesie and we all joked that we expected to see him running up Yellow Lake beside us in the onesie.
Sometime during this Ironman week, Ty got it into his head that he needed a sombrero to complete the ensemble. A sombrero is not an easy thing to find in Penticton and by Saturday I think we were all starting to think the onesie would have to stand alone.
Enter the Main Street Farmers Market...
On Saturday as we were having our final pre-race meetings with Kelly, Ty spotted a sombrero in one of the stands (I think they were selling some kind of Mexican food??). Unfortunately, those sombreros were for decoration and were not for sale. Fortunately however, a lady at the stand overheard Tyler asking about them and said she had one at home that he could buy.
And so, Tyler proceeded to trek about 15' from town with a total stranger, to her house, so that he could buy his sombrero...
4) Mom and Dad made some awesome signs for the race this year, however, just before I came out on the run, Dad met a guy with a pretty hilarious sign that he ended up borrowing for when I passed. It read "Run Faster! (I just farted)".
If you know anything about me, you know one of my favourite things in the world is a good fart and/or fart joke [ask me sometime about the most epic "awesome" Boston fart - you won't be disappointed]. It was great, cause even though I wasn't feeling the best, it definitely made me smile.
5) Kirsten and I have made the trek to Penticton every year since 2008 to be part of Ironman week in one form or another (be is purely spectating, racing or volunteering), and yet before this year, we had never been there at midnight to see the final participants cross the finish line.
Seeing as this is the last Ironman Canada in Penticton, we figured it was about time we took it all in. Awesomely, as we arrived back down on Lakeshore after showering up and having a bite to eat, one of the first people we saw cross was Sister Madonna. It was pretty awesome. She is such an impressive and amazing woman.
And well, fun times were had by all...
In the week since the race I have eaten my weight in cookies and other fine delicacies such as pizza, grilled cheese and ice cream. Oh, and did I mention cookies?
I've tried to fight a cold, given into the cold, and I think *knock on wood* pretty much shaken my cold.
Oh, and did I mention that I have eaten a lot! Like, A LOT a lot.
I’ve also slept about as much as I've eaten, but still found time to clean the house!
I have managed to get to the lake a couple times for some easy swimming, and have even reintroduced my nether regions to my bike seat. All in all, it has been a good week.
All my slacking (and eating) has been great. I've given myself the week for guilt free binging, but am definitely ready to reintroduce some vegetables to my diet, and while training will stay very light for another week, I am starting to feel that itch to get back at it and get into a routine.
New Zealand is finally starting to feel really real (Shane and I watched the New Zealand Departures episodes this weekend) and I'm starting to get excited. Although, I think I've been focused more on the travel part of the trip and haven't given much thought to the race. I'm seriously considering Zorbing.
Anyway, once I'm back into training full on, the focus will shift to speedwork. It both scares and excites me.
New Zealand or Bust!
Besides, lots of other fun (and/or interesting) stuff happened during Ironman week, so why focus on just the race, right?
So without further ado, some random tidbits and photos from IMC week...
1) On the drive up to Penticton, somewhere between Merritt and West Kelowna, Shane had to 'go' really badly. Unfortunately there was not a rest stop in sight. So, we found a road to pull off on and, napkins in hand, he set out to find a nice bush to squat behind and take care of business.
Once in the bush, he heard a clicking sound, which quickly became a rattling sound. Yes, rattle snake!!!
He high stepped it out of there as fast as he could and found a more appropriate location to fertilize the land. Once back in the car, covered in sweat and adrenaline pumping he looked at me and said "that literally scared the shit out of me." It made me laugh.
2) Shane and I had decided to do our last training run on the Thursday before the race separately. Just before dinner, I set out along the channel hoping for a nice mellow run. As I passed the foot bridge near the golf course, I came across a large slithering creature myself.
I ran past it very calmly and then proceeded to do the most awkward jazz hand style, heebie-jeebie body shake. (The people tubing in the channel probably thought I was crazy, but hopefully my little dance provided a good laugh).
I thought I was going to be able to top Shane's rattle snake story, but turns out it was likely just a very mature (non-venomous) bull snake. It did not scare the shit out of me, but it definitely freaked me out something fierce as I was very unaware there are large snakes in Penticton that aren't rattlers.
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| I did not have a phone/camera with me, but the bull snake I saw looked very much like this. |
Sometime during this Ironman week, Ty got it into his head that he needed a sombrero to complete the ensemble. A sombrero is not an easy thing to find in Penticton and by Saturday I think we were all starting to think the onesie would have to stand alone.
Enter the Main Street Farmers Market...
On Saturday as we were having our final pre-race meetings with Kelly, Ty spotted a sombrero in one of the stands (I think they were selling some kind of Mexican food??). Unfortunately, those sombreros were for decoration and were not for sale. Fortunately however, a lady at the stand overheard Tyler asking about them and said she had one at home that he could buy.
And so, Tyler proceeded to trek about 15' from town with a total stranger, to her house, so that he could buy his sombrero...
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| ... and what a glorious sombrero it turned out to be. |
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| The full ensemble! |
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| Not Tyler, but next year's Yellow Lake costume perhaps?? |
If you know anything about me, you know one of my favourite things in the world is a good fart and/or fart joke [ask me sometime about the most epic "awesome" Boston fart - you won't be disappointed]. It was great, cause even though I wasn't feeling the best, it definitely made me smile.
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| Proud Parents and our No. 1 Fans! |
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| High 5's for Energy!!! |
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| Because you can never have too much Rusty. |
Seeing as this is the last Ironman Canada in Penticton, we figured it was about time we took it all in. Awesomely, as we arrived back down on Lakeshore after showering up and having a bite to eat, one of the first people we saw cross was Sister Madonna. It was pretty awesome. She is such an impressive and amazing woman.
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| Sister Madonna is in this blur somewhere. |
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| Signing In! |
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| Nervous already? Or just confused. |
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| Ty and the Giant Peach. |
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| Steve King at the Welcome Dinner. |
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| Weeee Fans. |
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| Post-Race. Some people were so proud of us, they just gave us a baby! |
I've tried to fight a cold, given into the cold, and I think *knock on wood* pretty much shaken my cold.
Oh, and did I mention that I have eaten a lot! Like, A LOT a lot.
I’ve also slept about as much as I've eaten, but still found time to clean the house!
I have managed to get to the lake a couple times for some easy swimming, and have even reintroduced my nether regions to my bike seat. All in all, it has been a good week.
All my slacking (and eating) has been great. I've given myself the week for guilt free binging, but am definitely ready to reintroduce some vegetables to my diet, and while training will stay very light for another week, I am starting to feel that itch to get back at it and get into a routine.
New Zealand is finally starting to feel really real (Shane and I watched the New Zealand Departures episodes this weekend) and I'm starting to get excited. Although, I think I've been focused more on the travel part of the trip and haven't given much thought to the race. I'm seriously considering Zorbing.
Anyway, once I'm back into training full on, the focus will shift to speedwork. It both scares and excites me.
New Zealand or Bust!
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Ironman Canada 2012 - Race Report
[Disclaimer: much like an Ironman is a long day, this is a long flippin’ post. I was going to break it up into a few pieces, but well, I've decided I just don’t want to. You are welcome to read it in installments though. Also, it may involve a few tears on my part and I apologize if it comes across a bit sad and/or whiny in places, but it will be an honest reflection of what I felt on Sunday and what I am feeling today. So, perhaps grab a snack/drink and settle in….]
So, take 2 parts awesome, then add 1 part suck and what do you get?
My day at Ironman Canada 2012.
It's funny, I've read blog posts before from other people (age groupers, much like myself) who have written about how they were disappointed with their Ironman race and I've always wondered how you could feel disappointed when you've finished such a huge task. Doing an Ironman and completing it is no small feat, and I realize this. Hell, just putting in the training time and getting to the start line is a pretty huge accomplishment.
However, I also now realize that when you have expectations for yourself and you fall short, it kind of knocks the wind out of your sails a bit and disappointment happens.
So, before I get into it, a little background I suppose.
My ‘A’ goal for this race was to have a finishing time that started with a 12. So, more easily put – sub 13hrs. If I had hit all the times I know I am capable of, it would have been close, so it was a tough goal, but I still feel it is an attainable and realistic one.
My ‘B’ goal was to finish ahead of my previous time from IMC 2010 (13:56:16).
My ‘C’ goal – or worst case scenario – was just to finish. In all honesty, I never really considered the fact that I might have to face this “worst case scenario”. In my mind, if I didn’t hit my ‘A’ goal, I felt without a doubt, I would hit my ‘B’ goal, no question. I was confident going into this race. I felt ready.
Of course, things don’t always go as planned – especially in an Ironman.
Now, from the beginning shall we?
Pre-Race
The week leading up to the race was great. We headed up to Penticton on Tuesday and I felt like we settled into a routine pretty easily and quickly. It was nice to not worry about work and to be able to sleep in and just do our workouts whenever it felt right, without being constrained to a schedule.
I love the atmosphere in Penticton on race week and this time around it was no different. We also had a great group of friends come up for the race, so it was nice to get to spend some time with them and go for lunch and what not.
Saturday before the race we dropped off our gear bags and checked our bikes into transition as usual and then each of us (Kirsten, Shane, me) had our last little pre-race meeting with [coach] Kelly.
I was anxious leading up to the race, but not nervous like I had been at this time in 2010. Kelly had a few tidbits to share (and I asked that he remind me to smile when he saw me out on course), but overall I felt pretty at ease and he even commented that I seemed more confident going into this race.
All was good.
Race morning went quite smooth. My Dad dropped us off just before 6am. Special needs bags were placed in the appropriate bins and race numbers were applied like brilliant sharpie tattoos to our arms and legs.
Transition seemed really busy, much busier than I remember it from 2010, but I don’t know that it actually was. The nerves hit me as we began to put our wetsuits on, but I still felt confident and ready for the day.
Swim
As we crossed the timing mats to head down to the beach a few tears welled up in my eyes. As if Kelly had instructed her to do it, a volunteer leaned over and reminded me to “smile – it is going to be a fun day!” It was perfect timing and actually made me smile and laugh (through the tears that is, haha).
Unfortunately we couldn’t see our family and friends on the edge of the beach, so we just waded into the lake, got some water in our wetsuits, did some arms swings, etc. etc. and waited. Oh, and I peed in my wetsuit. Yeah I did, haha ~ I really had to go and the lines for the porta-potties were insane!
One last group hug with Kirsten and Shane and it was nearly go time.
The start was a bit chaotic (as it should be when 2600+ bodies suddenly dive into the water and attempt to go in the same direction) but I felt somewhat comfortable and like I was swimming well. Relaxed, steady and rhythmic.
I would guess about 800m(ish) into the swim, I caught a nice left hook to the face and had my goggles knocked clear off my right eye. I panicked slightly, sucked back a tiny bit of lake water, but was able to stop and frog-kick and get my goggles resituated on my face without getting trampled or pulled under (and thankfully my contact lens stayed put in my eye).
From there, it was pretty consistent and predictable until the turn buoys. Of course, I was never alone and there was some jostling for position and banging and clawing, but I find that IM swims are much less aggressive and violent than sprint swims. In my mind, everyone in an IM just wants their own space and any contact is just because there is no space – not because they are trying to drag you under. I could be wrong, but I like to think of it that way.
I did find the turns a little more hectic and unfortunately ended up having to breast stroke around them each time, as it seemed like everyone in front of me just stopped. The second turn was also the first time I’ve ever really thought to myself “just keep your head above water or you might get dragged under”.
Once around that second turn though, the homestretch went really well. Again, the usual jostling/banging/clawing, but I also felt pretty relaxed and smooth and I was able to find some feet a few times and draft for a bit.
That said, I was soo happy as I approached the shore!
The last time I swam 4km in training I did it in 1:15:47, so I hoped to be in the 1:15-1:20 range. I looked at my watch as I grabbed my swim-to-bike bag and saw a 1:18:xx. Considering the goggle incident and the ugly mess that was the turn buoys, I was pretty pleased.
The day was shaping up well!
Official Swim Time = 1:18:10
T1
After having my wetsuit yanked off, I located my bag straight away and headed for the tent. It went by in a bit of a blur really. I had decided to put on bike shorts (comfort was the prime objective with all the crotch issues I’d been having in the final build) and a jersey, then it was time for helmet, sunglasses, shoes and I was on my way. I found my bike easily, trotted out of transition (I hate that you can’t have your shoes on your bike, but I understand why) and mounted my bike in a weird wobbly fashion that was very inefficient. Turns out, I don’t really know how to mount my bike without my shoes attached to it (go figure), so it was pretty ugly and slow. Funny though, and definitely something to work on for future IMs I suppose.
Official T1 Time = 3:48
Bike
I’ll admit, I was really worried about the bike leg after my last disastrous training ride on the IMC course in July, so I had thought about it a lot. In the end, it turned out to be one of my best rides ever on this course and I was so soo happy with it!
My goal for the bike was to keep my legs turning over, keep a smile on my face and to get through it with a positive mind-set (also, I wanted to be sub-7hrs). I allowed myself to “spin easy” up all the hills, but in exchange I told myself I had to “push the downs”.
Thinking back on it now, like a lot of the day, the bike is a bit of a blur. I know I spun out of town happy and comfortable.
McLean Creek Hill went well and I passed quite a few people, without feeling like I was grinding it out or pushing too hard. Shane passed me just after this first climb and we had a quick chat before he sped away on me.
From OK Falls to Osoyoos I just stayed within myself. I pushed a comfortable and quick (for me) pace and didn’t worry about anyone around me. For once, I actually didn’t care if I got passed. I knew what I needed to do and I felt like I did it.
Richter was Richter. It was what I expected. Kelly and Amy [Kelly's wife] passed me in their car fairly early in the climb and their cheers sucked me along up the rest of it. I knew I would see them again at the top and that helped keep me going. In my head I just kept thinking “tick, tick, tick, turn your legs over… spin easy, turn your legs over.…”
I crested the top of Richter, waved and smiled at Kelly and Amy and tucked in for the reward that is the descent. I stopped for a quick pee at the aid station just at the bottom (no lines ~ yay!) and hopped back on my bike to attack the rollers.
Now, I’ve stated before, there is no way these hills should be called rollers. They are horrendous and I hate them. That said, on Sunday, I made them my bitch. Not one negative thought entered my mind. I was happy with the deal I’d made with myself (spin easy up, push it down) and I felt like the rollers absolutely flew by. If it was hot, I didn’t notice. If it was windy, I didn’t notice. It was awesome. (However, the fact that I didn't really notice the heat would come back to haunt me later).
As I headed toward Cawston and the out and back, thinking how great the day was going, I suddenly felt like my back wheel was a little squishy. I didn’t want to believe it at first, so I bounced up and down on my seat a little and sure enough, my rim clanged on the ground. I suppose it just wouldn’t be an Ironman race for me if I didn’t get a flat.
I wasn’t too upset though, in fact, I think I laughed and thought to myself “well, at least I made it through the rollers this year before I flatted”. I glanced at my watch as I started to repair my tire and then got to work. I pulled a nice little pointy rock out of the rubber – it looked like a mini shark tooth – and had everything changed and my bike back together in about 9-10’.
Once back on my bike, I felt like I was flying. I felt great in fact. I passed a lot of people along this stretch and was excited to get to the out and back to see if I could spot Shane, Kirsten and anyone else I may know out on course.
The out and back was the out and back (meh – boring, but necessary) and then it was on to Yellow Lake!
I was in a very bad place when I hit Yellow Lake in 2010 and I did not want a repeat of that. I knew all of our friends and family would be there cheering and I was really excited to get there and see them.
I saw the friends crew first – all decked out in there “team Ando-Dibbs” t-shirts – and I think I threw them a hang loose sign as I approached. Then it was onto Mom, Dad and Tyler (in his white tiger onesie and sombrero – oh yeah – photos to come). It was awesome. One of the best parts of the day for sure (not the onesie, but just the energy of Yellow Lake and getting to see everyone)… and about a million times different than 2010.
From Yellow Lake it was the homestretch and the fun descents! I saw Kelly and Amy again at the turn back into Penticton (Kelly yelling “SMILE SMILE SMILE” was pretty great) and before I knew it, I was on Main Street cruising toward T2 with my ‘A’ goal within reach.
Official Bike Time = 6:55:17
T2
Once again, total blur! I know once I got off my bike I half ran, half walked in a really weird manner on my tip toes (I was still in my bike shoes), grabbed my bag and headed into the change tent with a volunteer. I sat down for a moment while I took stock of everything. Changed from my bike jersey to a running top (I decided to wear a running shirt with sleeves this year instead of my tri top, as I have been getting some chub-rub style chafing on my inner arms when I wear my tri top for anything more than 10k). Then it was shoes and socks, sunglasses and visor. I got up to head out of transition and realized I was still wearing my bike shorts, so I quickly ripped those off (I had my tri shorts underneath, but I think I gave the volunteer a fright – I think when I started pulling my shorts down she thought I was going to be buck naked underneath, haha). I had some sunscreen applied as I headed out and then I was on my way.
Official T2 Time = 4:47
Run
I was excited when I started the run. My ‘A’ goal was within reach and I had absolutely loved the run leg of IMC 2010. It felt so great to be off my bike. Not to mention, I feel like I have been running stronger this season than in previous seasons, so I thought for sure things were going to go well.
My body had a different game plan.
Within minutes, my legs were cramping and I was walking. This first little walk break didn’t last long and I was pretty confident I could shake it off and be okay. I started running again and was moving along at a decent pace until I got to the first aid station where I stopped to walk so I could get in some water and Perform.
My walk through the aid station lasted a little longer than it should, but I did, once again start running. I was definitely struggling, but I was still moving.
I saw my parents at Cherry Lane Mall (about 5k into the run) and actually stopped and chatted with them and got hugs. I really didn’t want to keep going, but I knew I should. At that point, I think I warned my folks that it might be a long night.
Also at that point, I knew my ‘A’ goal might be slipping away, but that things were still okay. I know you just need to be patient in Ironman, as things usually come around, and I was pretty sure I was going to bounce back.
I carried on in the same manner that I had started ~ running for a bit, walking for a bit and trying to get in some calories and fluid and you know, when I was actually running, I think I was moving at a decent pace.
I think it was around the 17 or 18k mark that I saw Shane (he was heading back, I was still heading out), who just happened to be chatting with Kelly at that same time. We stopped momentarily and Shane informed me “this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life” before we hugged it out and then each carried on our respective journeys.
Kelly caught up with me just after and we chatted briefly. I honestly can’t even remember what I told him at this point (perhaps that I had had better days) but I don’t think I really let him know how bad I was in that moment. I honestly think it was around this time that my body was starting to shut down, but I tried to deny it with everything I had.
Kirsten caught up to me as I chatted with Kelly and I was so happy to see her. Even though I was feeling depleted and my body wasn’t cooperating, I thought by running with Kirsten I’d be able to push through anything and that we'd get to finish Ironman together again.
Unfortunately, I was wrong.
We walked through many of the hills as we approached the turn around and special needs. I didn’t take anything from my special needs bag, even though I really should have. My mouth and my stomach wanted nothing – even though my body desperately needed it.
Kirsten and I carried on together for another couple km’s (mainly walking at this point). In this time, I got really dizzy and every time I tried to take a deep breath, one of three things would happen: I would either start to cough, I would burp and feel as if I was going to puke, or my chest would constrict and it felt as if an asthma attack was coming on (I suffered from stress/exertion induced asthma as a teen, so I know that feeling of your throat/lungs constricting and closing up).
When she suggested we start running again, I told her to go without me. As much as I wanted to run, I couldn’t physically do it. I was bonking and bonking hard.
She reluctantly left me and so I continued to walk. I was pretty much in tunnel vision mode at this point. The only thing going through my mind was “don’t stop, whatever you do, do NOT stop.”
Each aid station I tried to get in as much as I could – cola, Perform, watermelon – but nothing really sat too well in my stomach and it just made me want to puke.
At one aid station a volunteer gave me a full bottle of water and I grabbed a banana. I nibbled on the banana and sipped the water until I got to the next aid station, where I took another banana and carried on in this fashion. The banana was the first thing in quite a while that actually tasted good and was sitting okay in my stomach.
I probably walked for about 12 or 13km. During this time I tried to run a couple times, but my stomach would instantly cramp and I’d feel dizzy, so I’d walk again. Thankfully, I was able to increase my walking pace as the km’s ticked by and in time (once the bananas kicked in I think) I was pretty much power-walking and, shockingly, actually passed a few people who were slow jogging along.
At about 5k to go, I forced myself to start running again. My stomach hurt intensely. The cramping was insane. I pretty much ran down Main Street squeezing my sides as it was the only thing that offered any sort of relief to the pains I had in my abdomen. (I didn’t actually realize how hard I was squeezing until the next day when I discovered bruises where my hands had been).
I saw my Mom as I turned onto Westminster. I gave her the “thumbs down” and started crying. (God, I’m such a baby). She ran with me to the corner, and then my Dad ran beside me for a bit as well (my parents really are the best people ever ~ love you guys).
It is so silly, but I felt embarrassed as I ran past all of our friends who had come out. I felt like I was so slow and that I had made them wait around “all night” while I was out on course. I know this couldn’t be farther from the truth, and that they are all immensely proud of me, but in my mind I was a loser who sucked.
I didn’t feel the same sense of accomplishment that I had the first time I did IMC. I felt let down. I was so sad and so done by the time I hit Lakeshore, I just wanted it to be over. I ran down that finishing chute in such a haze that I didn’t take it all in and try and enjoy it, and I do regret that in a huge way.
Official Run [Walk] Time = 5:42:06
Official Finishing Time = 14:04:07
Epilogue
No matter what, I did an Ironman on Sunday. I covered 226km (140.6 miles) under my own power and I should be proud – and in time, I know the disappointment will fade and the pride will take over.
I also learned some valuable lessons about fueling and hydration. When I looked at my bike yesterday and started to go through what I had eaten and drank, I realized I severely under fuelled on the bike. I had thought I was on top of things nutrition-wise, but I wasn’t. In a way, I think because the run went so well for me in 2010, that I just assumed it would again and I didn’t necessarily respect the fact that it is a marathon. You can will your body to do a lot of things, but if you don’t give it the fuel it needs, eventually it is going to shut down on you. Unfortunately I learned this lesson the hard way. I also learned what it is like to walk a half marathon – and let me tell you, it kinda sucks.
Of course, immediately after crossing the finish line, I think I probably said I would never do an Ironman again… then within about a half hour, I was trying to decide where I want to race next. I’ve got unfinished business to take care of and am now more determined than ever to get my 12:xx:xx.
Last but not least, I am so so very thankful to all of my friends and family that support this crazy triathlon addiction of mine and I feel so very lucky to get to take on this crazy sport with my two best friends by my side (which, Shane and Kirsten totally rocked it this weekend – so proud of you guys).
Words can’t begin to describe my gratitude and love… but this is long enough, so perhaps more on that another time.
Once again, I am an Ironman!
So, take 2 parts awesome, then add 1 part suck and what do you get?
My day at Ironman Canada 2012.
It's funny, I've read blog posts before from other people (age groupers, much like myself) who have written about how they were disappointed with their Ironman race and I've always wondered how you could feel disappointed when you've finished such a huge task. Doing an Ironman and completing it is no small feat, and I realize this. Hell, just putting in the training time and getting to the start line is a pretty huge accomplishment.
However, I also now realize that when you have expectations for yourself and you fall short, it kind of knocks the wind out of your sails a bit and disappointment happens.
So, before I get into it, a little background I suppose.
My ‘A’ goal for this race was to have a finishing time that started with a 12. So, more easily put – sub 13hrs. If I had hit all the times I know I am capable of, it would have been close, so it was a tough goal, but I still feel it is an attainable and realistic one.
My ‘B’ goal was to finish ahead of my previous time from IMC 2010 (13:56:16).
My ‘C’ goal – or worst case scenario – was just to finish. In all honesty, I never really considered the fact that I might have to face this “worst case scenario”. In my mind, if I didn’t hit my ‘A’ goal, I felt without a doubt, I would hit my ‘B’ goal, no question. I was confident going into this race. I felt ready.
Of course, things don’t always go as planned – especially in an Ironman.
Now, from the beginning shall we?
Pre-Race
The week leading up to the race was great. We headed up to Penticton on Tuesday and I felt like we settled into a routine pretty easily and quickly. It was nice to not worry about work and to be able to sleep in and just do our workouts whenever it felt right, without being constrained to a schedule.
I love the atmosphere in Penticton on race week and this time around it was no different. We also had a great group of friends come up for the race, so it was nice to get to spend some time with them and go for lunch and what not.
Saturday before the race we dropped off our gear bags and checked our bikes into transition as usual and then each of us (Kirsten, Shane, me) had our last little pre-race meeting with [coach] Kelly.
I was anxious leading up to the race, but not nervous like I had been at this time in 2010. Kelly had a few tidbits to share (and I asked that he remind me to smile when he saw me out on course), but overall I felt pretty at ease and he even commented that I seemed more confident going into this race.
All was good.
Race morning went quite smooth. My Dad dropped us off just before 6am. Special needs bags were placed in the appropriate bins and race numbers were applied like brilliant sharpie tattoos to our arms and legs.
Transition seemed really busy, much busier than I remember it from 2010, but I don’t know that it actually was. The nerves hit me as we began to put our wetsuits on, but I still felt confident and ready for the day.
Swim
As we crossed the timing mats to head down to the beach a few tears welled up in my eyes. As if Kelly had instructed her to do it, a volunteer leaned over and reminded me to “smile – it is going to be a fun day!” It was perfect timing and actually made me smile and laugh (through the tears that is, haha).
Unfortunately we couldn’t see our family and friends on the edge of the beach, so we just waded into the lake, got some water in our wetsuits, did some arms swings, etc. etc. and waited. Oh, and I peed in my wetsuit. Yeah I did, haha ~ I really had to go and the lines for the porta-potties were insane!
One last group hug with Kirsten and Shane and it was nearly go time.
The start was a bit chaotic (as it should be when 2600+ bodies suddenly dive into the water and attempt to go in the same direction) but I felt somewhat comfortable and like I was swimming well. Relaxed, steady and rhythmic.
I would guess about 800m(ish) into the swim, I caught a nice left hook to the face and had my goggles knocked clear off my right eye. I panicked slightly, sucked back a tiny bit of lake water, but was able to stop and frog-kick and get my goggles resituated on my face without getting trampled or pulled under (and thankfully my contact lens stayed put in my eye).
From there, it was pretty consistent and predictable until the turn buoys. Of course, I was never alone and there was some jostling for position and banging and clawing, but I find that IM swims are much less aggressive and violent than sprint swims. In my mind, everyone in an IM just wants their own space and any contact is just because there is no space – not because they are trying to drag you under. I could be wrong, but I like to think of it that way.
I did find the turns a little more hectic and unfortunately ended up having to breast stroke around them each time, as it seemed like everyone in front of me just stopped. The second turn was also the first time I’ve ever really thought to myself “just keep your head above water or you might get dragged under”.
Once around that second turn though, the homestretch went really well. Again, the usual jostling/banging/clawing, but I also felt pretty relaxed and smooth and I was able to find some feet a few times and draft for a bit.
That said, I was soo happy as I approached the shore!
The last time I swam 4km in training I did it in 1:15:47, so I hoped to be in the 1:15-1:20 range. I looked at my watch as I grabbed my swim-to-bike bag and saw a 1:18:xx. Considering the goggle incident and the ugly mess that was the turn buoys, I was pretty pleased.
The day was shaping up well!
Official Swim Time = 1:18:10
T1
After having my wetsuit yanked off, I located my bag straight away and headed for the tent. It went by in a bit of a blur really. I had decided to put on bike shorts (comfort was the prime objective with all the crotch issues I’d been having in the final build) and a jersey, then it was time for helmet, sunglasses, shoes and I was on my way. I found my bike easily, trotted out of transition (I hate that you can’t have your shoes on your bike, but I understand why) and mounted my bike in a weird wobbly fashion that was very inefficient. Turns out, I don’t really know how to mount my bike without my shoes attached to it (go figure), so it was pretty ugly and slow. Funny though, and definitely something to work on for future IMs I suppose.
Official T1 Time = 3:48
Bike
I’ll admit, I was really worried about the bike leg after my last disastrous training ride on the IMC course in July, so I had thought about it a lot. In the end, it turned out to be one of my best rides ever on this course and I was so soo happy with it!
My goal for the bike was to keep my legs turning over, keep a smile on my face and to get through it with a positive mind-set (also, I wanted to be sub-7hrs). I allowed myself to “spin easy” up all the hills, but in exchange I told myself I had to “push the downs”.
Thinking back on it now, like a lot of the day, the bike is a bit of a blur. I know I spun out of town happy and comfortable.
McLean Creek Hill went well and I passed quite a few people, without feeling like I was grinding it out or pushing too hard. Shane passed me just after this first climb and we had a quick chat before he sped away on me.
From OK Falls to Osoyoos I just stayed within myself. I pushed a comfortable and quick (for me) pace and didn’t worry about anyone around me. For once, I actually didn’t care if I got passed. I knew what I needed to do and I felt like I did it.
Richter was Richter. It was what I expected. Kelly and Amy [Kelly's wife] passed me in their car fairly early in the climb and their cheers sucked me along up the rest of it. I knew I would see them again at the top and that helped keep me going. In my head I just kept thinking “tick, tick, tick, turn your legs over… spin easy, turn your legs over.…”
I crested the top of Richter, waved and smiled at Kelly and Amy and tucked in for the reward that is the descent. I stopped for a quick pee at the aid station just at the bottom (no lines ~ yay!) and hopped back on my bike to attack the rollers.
Now, I’ve stated before, there is no way these hills should be called rollers. They are horrendous and I hate them. That said, on Sunday, I made them my bitch. Not one negative thought entered my mind. I was happy with the deal I’d made with myself (spin easy up, push it down) and I felt like the rollers absolutely flew by. If it was hot, I didn’t notice. If it was windy, I didn’t notice. It was awesome. (However, the fact that I didn't really notice the heat would come back to haunt me later).
As I headed toward Cawston and the out and back, thinking how great the day was going, I suddenly felt like my back wheel was a little squishy. I didn’t want to believe it at first, so I bounced up and down on my seat a little and sure enough, my rim clanged on the ground. I suppose it just wouldn’t be an Ironman race for me if I didn’t get a flat.
I wasn’t too upset though, in fact, I think I laughed and thought to myself “well, at least I made it through the rollers this year before I flatted”. I glanced at my watch as I started to repair my tire and then got to work. I pulled a nice little pointy rock out of the rubber – it looked like a mini shark tooth – and had everything changed and my bike back together in about 9-10’.
Once back on my bike, I felt like I was flying. I felt great in fact. I passed a lot of people along this stretch and was excited to get to the out and back to see if I could spot Shane, Kirsten and anyone else I may know out on course.
The out and back was the out and back (meh – boring, but necessary) and then it was on to Yellow Lake!
I was in a very bad place when I hit Yellow Lake in 2010 and I did not want a repeat of that. I knew all of our friends and family would be there cheering and I was really excited to get there and see them.
I saw the friends crew first – all decked out in there “team Ando-Dibbs” t-shirts – and I think I threw them a hang loose sign as I approached. Then it was onto Mom, Dad and Tyler (in his white tiger onesie and sombrero – oh yeah – photos to come). It was awesome. One of the best parts of the day for sure (not the onesie, but just the energy of Yellow Lake and getting to see everyone)… and about a million times different than 2010.
From Yellow Lake it was the homestretch and the fun descents! I saw Kelly and Amy again at the turn back into Penticton (Kelly yelling “SMILE SMILE SMILE” was pretty great) and before I knew it, I was on Main Street cruising toward T2 with my ‘A’ goal within reach.
Official Bike Time = 6:55:17
T2
Once again, total blur! I know once I got off my bike I half ran, half walked in a really weird manner on my tip toes (I was still in my bike shoes), grabbed my bag and headed into the change tent with a volunteer. I sat down for a moment while I took stock of everything. Changed from my bike jersey to a running top (I decided to wear a running shirt with sleeves this year instead of my tri top, as I have been getting some chub-rub style chafing on my inner arms when I wear my tri top for anything more than 10k). Then it was shoes and socks, sunglasses and visor. I got up to head out of transition and realized I was still wearing my bike shorts, so I quickly ripped those off (I had my tri shorts underneath, but I think I gave the volunteer a fright – I think when I started pulling my shorts down she thought I was going to be buck naked underneath, haha). I had some sunscreen applied as I headed out and then I was on my way.
Official T2 Time = 4:47
Run
I was excited when I started the run. My ‘A’ goal was within reach and I had absolutely loved the run leg of IMC 2010. It felt so great to be off my bike. Not to mention, I feel like I have been running stronger this season than in previous seasons, so I thought for sure things were going to go well.
My body had a different game plan.
Within minutes, my legs were cramping and I was walking. This first little walk break didn’t last long and I was pretty confident I could shake it off and be okay. I started running again and was moving along at a decent pace until I got to the first aid station where I stopped to walk so I could get in some water and Perform.
My walk through the aid station lasted a little longer than it should, but I did, once again start running. I was definitely struggling, but I was still moving.
I saw my parents at Cherry Lane Mall (about 5k into the run) and actually stopped and chatted with them and got hugs. I really didn’t want to keep going, but I knew I should. At that point, I think I warned my folks that it might be a long night.
Also at that point, I knew my ‘A’ goal might be slipping away, but that things were still okay. I know you just need to be patient in Ironman, as things usually come around, and I was pretty sure I was going to bounce back.
I carried on in the same manner that I had started ~ running for a bit, walking for a bit and trying to get in some calories and fluid and you know, when I was actually running, I think I was moving at a decent pace.
I think it was around the 17 or 18k mark that I saw Shane (he was heading back, I was still heading out), who just happened to be chatting with Kelly at that same time. We stopped momentarily and Shane informed me “this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life” before we hugged it out and then each carried on our respective journeys.
Kelly caught up with me just after and we chatted briefly. I honestly can’t even remember what I told him at this point (perhaps that I had had better days) but I don’t think I really let him know how bad I was in that moment. I honestly think it was around this time that my body was starting to shut down, but I tried to deny it with everything I had.
Kirsten caught up to me as I chatted with Kelly and I was so happy to see her. Even though I was feeling depleted and my body wasn’t cooperating, I thought by running with Kirsten I’d be able to push through anything and that we'd get to finish Ironman together again.
Unfortunately, I was wrong.
We walked through many of the hills as we approached the turn around and special needs. I didn’t take anything from my special needs bag, even though I really should have. My mouth and my stomach wanted nothing – even though my body desperately needed it.
Kirsten and I carried on together for another couple km’s (mainly walking at this point). In this time, I got really dizzy and every time I tried to take a deep breath, one of three things would happen: I would either start to cough, I would burp and feel as if I was going to puke, or my chest would constrict and it felt as if an asthma attack was coming on (I suffered from stress/exertion induced asthma as a teen, so I know that feeling of your throat/lungs constricting and closing up).
When she suggested we start running again, I told her to go without me. As much as I wanted to run, I couldn’t physically do it. I was bonking and bonking hard.
She reluctantly left me and so I continued to walk. I was pretty much in tunnel vision mode at this point. The only thing going through my mind was “don’t stop, whatever you do, do NOT stop.”
Each aid station I tried to get in as much as I could – cola, Perform, watermelon – but nothing really sat too well in my stomach and it just made me want to puke.
At one aid station a volunteer gave me a full bottle of water and I grabbed a banana. I nibbled on the banana and sipped the water until I got to the next aid station, where I took another banana and carried on in this fashion. The banana was the first thing in quite a while that actually tasted good and was sitting okay in my stomach.
I probably walked for about 12 or 13km. During this time I tried to run a couple times, but my stomach would instantly cramp and I’d feel dizzy, so I’d walk again. Thankfully, I was able to increase my walking pace as the km’s ticked by and in time (once the bananas kicked in I think) I was pretty much power-walking and, shockingly, actually passed a few people who were slow jogging along.
At about 5k to go, I forced myself to start running again. My stomach hurt intensely. The cramping was insane. I pretty much ran down Main Street squeezing my sides as it was the only thing that offered any sort of relief to the pains I had in my abdomen. (I didn’t actually realize how hard I was squeezing until the next day when I discovered bruises where my hands had been).
I saw my Mom as I turned onto Westminster. I gave her the “thumbs down” and started crying. (God, I’m such a baby). She ran with me to the corner, and then my Dad ran beside me for a bit as well (my parents really are the best people ever ~ love you guys).
It is so silly, but I felt embarrassed as I ran past all of our friends who had come out. I felt like I was so slow and that I had made them wait around “all night” while I was out on course. I know this couldn’t be farther from the truth, and that they are all immensely proud of me, but in my mind I was a loser who sucked.
I didn’t feel the same sense of accomplishment that I had the first time I did IMC. I felt let down. I was so sad and so done by the time I hit Lakeshore, I just wanted it to be over. I ran down that finishing chute in such a haze that I didn’t take it all in and try and enjoy it, and I do regret that in a huge way.
Official Run [Walk] Time = 5:42:06
Official Finishing Time = 14:04:07
Epilogue
No matter what, I did an Ironman on Sunday. I covered 226km (140.6 miles) under my own power and I should be proud – and in time, I know the disappointment will fade and the pride will take over.
I also learned some valuable lessons about fueling and hydration. When I looked at my bike yesterday and started to go through what I had eaten and drank, I realized I severely under fuelled on the bike. I had thought I was on top of things nutrition-wise, but I wasn’t. In a way, I think because the run went so well for me in 2010, that I just assumed it would again and I didn’t necessarily respect the fact that it is a marathon. You can will your body to do a lot of things, but if you don’t give it the fuel it needs, eventually it is going to shut down on you. Unfortunately I learned this lesson the hard way. I also learned what it is like to walk a half marathon – and let me tell you, it kinda sucks.
Of course, immediately after crossing the finish line, I think I probably said I would never do an Ironman again… then within about a half hour, I was trying to decide where I want to race next. I’ve got unfinished business to take care of and am now more determined than ever to get my 12:xx:xx.
Last but not least, I am so so very thankful to all of my friends and family that support this crazy triathlon addiction of mine and I feel so very lucky to get to take on this crazy sport with my two best friends by my side (which, Shane and Kirsten totally rocked it this weekend – so proud of you guys).
Words can’t begin to describe my gratitude and love… but this is long enough, so perhaps more on that another time.
Once again, I am an Ironman!
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Team Ando-Dibbs
Spectator t-shirts are made. Race numbers are picked up. Way too much money has been spent at the expo. The final training has been completed. It's time to put the feet up and try to relax....
T minus 2 days until the final Ironman Canada ever. Both excited and nervous for Sunday.
Follow us on race day... Karyn = #2223. Shane = # 387. Kirsten = #2287.
Monday, August 20, 2012
TAG! You're it...
Ironman Canada is now less than 7 – SEVEN – days away! Just in case you are keeping track.
Anyway, I was recently tagged by Alli at See Alli Run to take part in this fun little blog game (aka. the Liebster Blog Award).
Since I always enjoy thinking up random things about myself and answering silly questions (not to mention the fact that Ironman is less than 7 days away and my mind needs a distraction), I figured, well, why not.
I’m always up for a good old fashioned game of [blog] tag. I think it’s kinda like “freeze tag” but without having to stand completely still until someone touches you and unfreezes you, right?
Okay, maybe not.
So, without further ado, here are "The Rules"
1) Each person must post 11 things about themselves.
2) Then answer the questions the tagger sent for them, plus create 11 questions for the people they’ve tagged to answer.
3) Choose 11 people and link them in your post.
4) Notify the people you have tagged.
5) No tag backs.
Let's get this party started shall we?
11 Things About Me
1) I was born and raised on one of the most beautiful islands in the Pacific Ocean (and no, I'm not talking about Hawaii). I feel very lucky to call Vancouver Island my home.
2) I have one sister. She is older (yes, really, I'm the baby. I know no one believes this). I love her very much and would do things for her that I would not do for anyone else - which I proved this past Sunday. [more on this post-Ironman, I can't think about it anymore right now].
3) My cousin is an Olympian (what, have I never mentioned that before?).
Another fun cousin fact: Cam's brother Jordan, (so, also my cousin) and I share a birthday - we were both born 2 days after Christmas. I am exactly 6 years older. I actually remember the day he was born quite vividly (and trust me, I have the worst memory), and I remember thinking that it was the coolest birthday present anyone could ever get. I still think it's pretty awesome - although when he turned 25, it really made me feel old.
4) Next Sunday I will compete in my second Ironman. I'm excited, and I'm nervous. This season I have started to realize that I think I prefer short course racing. This may sound bad, but I definitely like the feeling of achievement you get with long course racing and I like the accolades and recognition you get from other people (it’s good for the ego I suppose), but I think I prefer the "trying to go as fast as possible for a short time" feeling of actually racing a shorter distance. Also, I like that I can be competitive in my age group on the shorter distances, whereas I'm not really competitive in the longer stuff. Although, I really really like the long training days that come with long course. I dunno, maybe I like both and doing a season of long, then a season of short is just gonna be the way I roll. Also, I’ve very decisive.
5) I'm a vegetarian, a lacto-ovo vegetarian to be precise, but I don't find I usually identify myself as one. I typically tend to say "I don't eat meat". The last time I ate meat was when I was 12 or 13 years old. Everyone always asks me why I don’t eat meat. The short answer is that I don’t like it. I’m not trying to save the world or all the animals in it, but it really grosses me out to think about eating a cow or a pig or a chicken or a dog… so, well, I don’t. Also, because I never grew up eating meat, I do not know how to cook it.
6) I don’t drink alcohol much, but I do LOVE tequila. I also enjoy red wine and a good wheat beer. A nice hefeweizen on a hot summer day is a pretty magical thing.
7) I may be a vegetarian, but my wonderful pooch Rusty is the farthest from vegetarian that one can get. No kibble for this boxer boy - instead he enjoys a nice balanced raw meat diet. So, I may not know how to cook chicken, but push comes to shove, if you give me a butcher’s knife, I can sure hack apart a chicken carcass for the little guy to chow down on.
8) I've never seen or had a zit that I didn't want to pop. It’s a bit of a problem.
9) I'm slightly obsessive compulsive when it comes to wiping down my kitchen counter tops at home, but my bathroom is a bit of a mess. Ironman training does not help with the overall cleanliness of the bathroom.
10) Whenever I see someone I know but haven't seen in a long time, I am never sure if I should say hi or not because I'm not sure if he/she will remember me... which really means - I never think anyone remembers me.
11) And finally, as cliched as it sounds, I really truly do believe that everything happens for a reason and that at the end of the day - everything, no matter what, has a way of working out.
My Answers to Alli’s Questions
1) What's your favourite race distance?
See above. I’m a bit indecisive. Some days I would say sprint distance triathlons, other days, Ironman. Hopefully on Sunday, Ironman is my fave.
2) What's your go-to running shoe brand?
Nike. No question - always has been, always will be.
3) What's your favourite Olympic event to watch?
It is so hard to choose just one. Triathlon, track and field, swimming, cycling road race, gymnastics.
4) Who inspires you?
Both of my folks are pretty awesome. I’m lucky to have had them as role models growing up. Also, Clara Hughes.
5) What's your pre-race meal?
Cereal and coffee. Nothing more, nothing less.
6) What's your secret indulgence?
Hmmm, I don't know if this is truly secret, but whenever Shane (the husband) goes out of town I always buy a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Half Baked and eat the whole thing in one sitting so I don't have to share it with him. Thankfully, he doesn’t go away that often or I’d be HUGE!
7) What time of the day do you train?
Hands down, I prefer training in the morning. That said, with IM training, I usually am training at least twice daily, so I’ve got to squeeze it in where I can.
8) Where's your favourite place to train?
I like to mix it up, but the Victoria waterfront is a pretty nice place to run, oh and Elk/Beaver Lake.
9) What was your worst injury ever?
Hard to classify it as an injury I suppose, but my pulmonary embolism in May of 2009 definitely was the biggest life changer.
10) What does it take for you to retreat to a treadmill?
I haven’t encountered it yet. Living on the West Coast I’m lucky not to need a treadmill. The one day out of the year that it snows, I just don't run.
11) Do you run with music or not?
I never have. I’m paranoid about wild animals and therefore, don’t like having one of my senses taken away.
My Questions
1) What is your favourite place you have ever travelled to, and why?
2) If you could go anywhere in the world that you have never been before, where would it be?
3) Would you ever consider doing an Ironman triathlon? (That is, if you haven’t already. If you have, would you do it again??)
4) Who is your sporting hero?
5) Do you have a crazy guilty pleasure?
6) Dogs or cats?
7) Do you have any strange piercings or tattoo(s)?
8) Swim, bike or run?
9) What is your favourite race distance?
10) Do you believe in ghosts?
11) Did my questions bore you?
Tag, you’re it! [But only play along if you want, I realize this may not be for everyone]
Sidewalk Narrative
The Sarcastic Triathlete
All Things Paris - The Fabulous Adventures of CountessLV
Tagging 11 people is too hard. I give up...
Oh, and have I mentioned that Ironman Canada is less than 7 – SEVEN – days away. *gulp*
Anyway, I was recently tagged by Alli at See Alli Run to take part in this fun little blog game (aka. the Liebster Blog Award).
Since I always enjoy thinking up random things about myself and answering silly questions (not to mention the fact that Ironman is less than 7 days away and my mind needs a distraction), I figured, well, why not.
I’m always up for a good old fashioned game of [blog] tag. I think it’s kinda like “freeze tag” but without having to stand completely still until someone touches you and unfreezes you, right?
Okay, maybe not.
So, without further ado, here are "The Rules"
1) Each person must post 11 things about themselves.
2) Then answer the questions the tagger sent for them, plus create 11 questions for the people they’ve tagged to answer.
3) Choose 11 people and link them in your post.
4) Notify the people you have tagged.
5) No tag backs.
Let's get this party started shall we?
11 Things About Me
1) I was born and raised on one of the most beautiful islands in the Pacific Ocean (and no, I'm not talking about Hawaii). I feel very lucky to call Vancouver Island my home.
2) I have one sister. She is older (yes, really, I'm the baby. I know no one believes this). I love her very much and would do things for her that I would not do for anyone else - which I proved this past Sunday. [more on this post-Ironman, I can't think about it anymore right now].
3) My cousin is an Olympian (what, have I never mentioned that before?).
Another fun cousin fact: Cam's brother Jordan, (so, also my cousin) and I share a birthday - we were both born 2 days after Christmas. I am exactly 6 years older. I actually remember the day he was born quite vividly (and trust me, I have the worst memory), and I remember thinking that it was the coolest birthday present anyone could ever get. I still think it's pretty awesome - although when he turned 25, it really made me feel old.
4) Next Sunday I will compete in my second Ironman. I'm excited, and I'm nervous. This season I have started to realize that I think I prefer short course racing. This may sound bad, but I definitely like the feeling of achievement you get with long course racing and I like the accolades and recognition you get from other people (it’s good for the ego I suppose), but I think I prefer the "trying to go as fast as possible for a short time" feeling of actually racing a shorter distance. Also, I like that I can be competitive in my age group on the shorter distances, whereas I'm not really competitive in the longer stuff. Although, I really really like the long training days that come with long course. I dunno, maybe I like both and doing a season of long, then a season of short is just gonna be the way I roll. Also, I’ve very decisive.
5) I'm a vegetarian, a lacto-ovo vegetarian to be precise, but I don't find I usually identify myself as one. I typically tend to say "I don't eat meat". The last time I ate meat was when I was 12 or 13 years old. Everyone always asks me why I don’t eat meat. The short answer is that I don’t like it. I’m not trying to save the world or all the animals in it, but it really grosses me out to think about eating a cow or a pig or a chicken or a dog… so, well, I don’t. Also, because I never grew up eating meat, I do not know how to cook it.
6) I don’t drink alcohol much, but I do LOVE tequila. I also enjoy red wine and a good wheat beer. A nice hefeweizen on a hot summer day is a pretty magical thing.
7) I may be a vegetarian, but my wonderful pooch Rusty is the farthest from vegetarian that one can get. No kibble for this boxer boy - instead he enjoys a nice balanced raw meat diet. So, I may not know how to cook chicken, but push comes to shove, if you give me a butcher’s knife, I can sure hack apart a chicken carcass for the little guy to chow down on.
8) I've never seen or had a zit that I didn't want to pop. It’s a bit of a problem.
9) I'm slightly obsessive compulsive when it comes to wiping down my kitchen counter tops at home, but my bathroom is a bit of a mess. Ironman training does not help with the overall cleanliness of the bathroom.
10) Whenever I see someone I know but haven't seen in a long time, I am never sure if I should say hi or not because I'm not sure if he/she will remember me... which really means - I never think anyone remembers me.
11) And finally, as cliched as it sounds, I really truly do believe that everything happens for a reason and that at the end of the day - everything, no matter what, has a way of working out.
My Answers to Alli’s Questions
1) What's your favourite race distance?
See above. I’m a bit indecisive. Some days I would say sprint distance triathlons, other days, Ironman. Hopefully on Sunday, Ironman is my fave.
2) What's your go-to running shoe brand?
Nike. No question - always has been, always will be.
3) What's your favourite Olympic event to watch?
It is so hard to choose just one. Triathlon, track and field, swimming, cycling road race, gymnastics.
4) Who inspires you?
Both of my folks are pretty awesome. I’m lucky to have had them as role models growing up. Also, Clara Hughes.
5) What's your pre-race meal?
Cereal and coffee. Nothing more, nothing less.
6) What's your secret indulgence?
Hmmm, I don't know if this is truly secret, but whenever Shane (the husband) goes out of town I always buy a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Half Baked and eat the whole thing in one sitting so I don't have to share it with him. Thankfully, he doesn’t go away that often or I’d be HUGE!
7) What time of the day do you train?
Hands down, I prefer training in the morning. That said, with IM training, I usually am training at least twice daily, so I’ve got to squeeze it in where I can.
8) Where's your favourite place to train?
I like to mix it up, but the Victoria waterfront is a pretty nice place to run, oh and Elk/Beaver Lake.
9) What was your worst injury ever?
Hard to classify it as an injury I suppose, but my pulmonary embolism in May of 2009 definitely was the biggest life changer.
10) What does it take for you to retreat to a treadmill?
I haven’t encountered it yet. Living on the West Coast I’m lucky not to need a treadmill. The one day out of the year that it snows, I just don't run.
11) Do you run with music or not?
I never have. I’m paranoid about wild animals and therefore, don’t like having one of my senses taken away.
My Questions
1) What is your favourite place you have ever travelled to, and why?
2) If you could go anywhere in the world that you have never been before, where would it be?
3) Would you ever consider doing an Ironman triathlon? (That is, if you haven’t already. If you have, would you do it again??)
4) Who is your sporting hero?
5) Do you have a crazy guilty pleasure?
6) Dogs or cats?
7) Do you have any strange piercings or tattoo(s)?
8) Swim, bike or run?
9) What is your favourite race distance?
10) Do you believe in ghosts?
11) Did my questions bore you?
Tag, you’re it! [But only play along if you want, I realize this may not be for everyone]
Sidewalk Narrative
The Sarcastic Triathlete
All Things Paris - The Fabulous Adventures of CountessLV
Tagging 11 people is too hard. I give up...
Oh, and have I mentioned that Ironman Canada is less than 7 – SEVEN – days away. *gulp*
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