IMMD - Part II

RACE DAY!

(To read about my trip down to Maryland and the days leading up to the race go here!)

Perfect day for 140.6 miles!

I woke up around 5:15 Saturday morning, transition had already been open for 15 minutes (yes, I am extremely lazy). My sister and mom were both already up getting ready. Since I was just going to get progressively disgusting throughout the day all I had to do was throw on my tri kit and grab my special needs bags. We all hopped in the car and headed to the race start.

Started in the dark, finished in the dark

My mom and sister parked while I ran around getting things ready - nutrition and GPS on bike, dropped off special needs bags, and fortunately they were letting athletes access their gear bags so I was able to put my running bib in my run gear bag and use my TriSlide, which I'd also left in a gear bag. Then I pumped up my tires and I was good to go!

I'm a dork, but I'm cool with it

After prepping everything it was time to find my mom and sister and wiggle into my wetsuit (there was much wiggling)! We chatted and hung out near the 1:21 to 1:30 pace group, which was my target swim time. Before I knew it they were singing the national anthem and sending off the PCs (I am assuming that's professional competitors?). The national anthem was very sweet. They had two girls singing it and one of them must have gotten a little frazzled because she got real quiet and seemed to be struggling a little so the entire crowd of athletes and spectators picked up the song. It was beautiful to hear (I didn't sing, I save my voice for long car rides).

Good morning!

The Swim: 1:27:19

After the gun went off my group had a good 10 minutes to wait before entering the water, they try to get everyone in the water in fifteen minutes but this year it didn't happen. Finally it was my turn and I ran in. My first though was that the water was so wonderfully warm. Seventy-two degrees I believe. Warm but still wetsuit legal, perfect! As I dove in the water my second thought was BLECH, this is salty! Why did I not realize that the Choptank was salty? I didn't get a practice swim in so I had no heads up. Whoops! Oh well, it wasn't overwhelming like Maine 70.3 was so I was OK. My third thought was noooow I understand why people were concerned about jellyfish!

The swim went relatively well! Despite the fact that I swam about 320 extra meters from going too wide I came in right around my target time. The two loop course was an interesting twist, I was pretty nervous about making the turn for the second loop, but I had no trouble at all. While I was out there I only saw one jellyfish and other than getting jostled around a little bit and this one guy pushing me to go quite wide on one stretch, the swim was pretty uneventful. No one kicked me, grabbed me, swam over or under me or anything. I just focused on counting my strokes and sighting every ten.

Pretty sure I didn't stop smiling from this point on

Before I knew it we were heading back in to the swim finish. I was really enjoying myself out there but I was looking forward to the nice flat, fast bike ride ahead of me. Once I was over the timing mats someone directed me off to the side to get my wetsuit off and man, do those guys mean business. I didn't even have time to try to help. Someone unzipped me, passed me off to someone who pulled my suit off my arms and passed me off to someone who instructed me to sit so they could yank it off the rest of the way. They handed my wetsuit back to me and shooed me over to get my bike gear bag. Once I got that I spied my mom and sister cheering me on as I ran into the tent to change.

Nothing really to note about the transition except that I saw another athlete's bajingo. Wasn't expecting that. A volunteer was there to help me with anything that I needed. I know she was just trying to be as helpful as possible but truthfully she just distracted me as she kept asking all these questions about what she could do. With my bike gear on I headed out for a beautiful 112 mile ride through scenic Maryland.

The Bike: 7:14:25

Yup, I did that

On the way out of transition I saw my family once again. They really busted their butts to meet me all over the course. I am so grateful to have such a caring family. Being a spectator is no easy job - especially for an event that can take up to 17 hours! So, ok! I am on the bike and smiling like a fool. I felt good, my legs were happy and I was super optimistic about the ride I had ahead of me.

I mean business!

You have about twelve miles riding through town before you get to the refuge and those went great - I got my average speed almost up to 17 MPH. I stuck to my plan of drinking some Perpetuem and water every fifteen minutes and eating two Shot bloks or a Honey Stinger Waffle every thirty minutes or so. Everything was going well until we got to the park and were riding into the wind. Wow, now I was struggling to stay at 13 MPH and I watched my average drop down to 15.3. That was pretty disheartening. I toughed it out and tried to pay attention to the gorgeous scenery all around me.

Did I mention I didn't stop smiling? See?

After perhaps 30 miles there was a right turn and we were finally out of the wind. One more right turn a little farther down and the wind was helping us. I was flying on that section seeing 19 to 20 MPH on my bike PC. I worked my average back up and was feeling pretty good. Around mile 57, still on the first loop, I saw my mom and sister again. They had figured out how to drive out to the park without crossing the bike course at all. It was a nice little boost and very much needed because I was starting to feel the effects of sitting on a bike for 3.5 hours.

Shortly after seeing M&A I went through the high school where you get your bike special needs bag. I was low on fuel so I happily grabbed everything in the bag and set off again. Unfortunately, at this point I was starting to hurt. Something with my bike fit is off because after so many miles my feet start to hurt... maybe from pressure in the shoes from pedaling or my saddle cutting off circulation. I am not entirely sure. Every time I stood up in the saddle to relieve some pain it only made my feet complain more. I was happy that I think I spent at least 95% of the time in the aero position. When I first started training for IMMD I was so unstable on the bike that I couldn't get down into aero without risking a crash. I've come a long way.

Because screaming feet and a mad butt were not enough, I was headed back into the park for the second loop and the wind had gotten worse. Now with 60 miles behind me (not to mention a 2.4 mile swim) I was barely able to keep it at 12 MPH. I was mad. I swore a lot. I kept telling myself it wasn't that far to the right turn but it really was. At one point I heard a majestic bird call above me and watched three eagles put on a show for me in the marsh. They were probably laughing at us, silly humans, if you could fly then 112 miles would be easy! Around mile 80 I started stopping every 10 miles or so to get feeling back into my feet. I lost a bit of time here but it couldn't be helped.

Woo!

I finally found those right turns and while they did help me pick up speed (and ultimately bring my average up to 15.8 - which I am VERY happy with) I wasn't feeling quite as peppy as I did when I started. I kept dialing it back and reminding myself that my day was far from over and I had a marathon to run after the bike. I didn't want to burn out too early. I got to the left turn to head back into town and what was there to greet me? The wind. Oh, wind... how I loathe you. Twelve more miles of swearing and I could see the bike finish and my mom and sister waiting for me! I had completed the bike with no major issues! No flats, crashes, etc. I did have one close call though - I posed for the picture above and while I may look strong and steady I lost my balance and wobbled all over the place trying to avoid hitting the photographer. Whoops! He caught the whole thing on camera too.

The Run: 6:19:23

I racked my bike and walked to the run gear bags and the tent. All I could feel was an intense pain in my feet and the bruises on my bum. I would walk plenty later on, a little bit now to recover wouldn't make much of a difference. I changed out of my gear and it felt amazing to trade my bike shoes for sneakers. At that point I was starting to feel a bit better and I jogged out of transition to start the marathon.

Holy crap, a marathon. I "ran" a marathon after everything else and I still can't believe it. Saw the family again, gave my mom a high five and shuffled down the road. I have to say while the course may have been pretty with the river in the background and beautiful shore-front houses, corn fields, etc. this run was boring. You do 2.5 loops of the same stretch of road and it was not very fun. After you've seen the same scenery 2.5 times you start to resent it.

So I headed out of town for the first loop, at this point I was still happy and the scenery was new. Unfortunately the sun was relentless and there was very little shade. The course runs north out of town along the shores of the Choptank and then turns south for this strange little turn around. You basically run to a cul-de-sac (which felt like you were running on the surface of the sun), go all the way around it but instead of continuing out and down the road you turn around and go back around the cul-de-sac. I understand they had to get the distance right but that was just pretty odd.

Once you are past the cul-de-sac you head back to transition, run between the tents and the river, and then the course winds through the Great Marsh Park on gravel paths and even over the grass in some spots - once again odd. They had a music station in the park with dancing volunteers. Even at the end of the night when I was pretty tired I always mustered enough energy to dance through that station. After the park you head towards town - and towards the finish. You reach the finish and have to turn away from it and run into town. This part was great because the turn around was right next to the brewery and all of the restaurants so people were out in force cheering every one on. You'd get high fives all the way around. I teared up here more than once. After that it's back past the finish, through the park and out for another loop.

Never actually ate that Huma, just held onto it for hours

My plan was to run as much as I could but walk through the aid stations. This worked out well for the first 18 miles. I started just taking water at each aid station and eating a Shot Blok every mile but after the first pack of them it quickly became apparent that my body was not going to put up with that much longer. I got to the point where I had to spit one out. After that I started just taking a little of whatever real food that they had at the aid stations. Over the entire run I sampled everything to see what worked. The winning combo? Water, three grapes, and a cup of hot broth. Oh my goodness, that chicken broth was just about the best thing I've ever had. Once the sun goes down they bring that out and I was craving it every time I hit an aid station.

Still going!

I was just starting my second loop when the sun went behind the clouds and stayed hidden until it was behind the trees. The shade was quite a relief. I just ran along, executing my plan, and chatting with people I had seen all day - including some people from the local NH tri club NEMS. I got to mile 18, saw my mom and sister one last time before the finish and that's when I just couldn't keep up running. Well, I was running and then realized that I wasn't gaining any ground on the woman in front of me who was walking. Ha! At this point I just wanted to finish. I knew I would make the 17 hour cutoff so I just started walking.

Once the sun had set they turned on forty ridiculously large spot lights and while it was sorta nice I just got to the point where I wanted darkness and peace and quiet. The loud music was no longer picking me up, it was irritating me. One thing that kept me going was as I was on my way back on the second loop I started thinking, oh, I never have to see this spot ever again. I never have to run through that hellishly hot cul-de-sac. I never have to see these stupid jokes written in chalk on the road. I never have to pass this aid station again. Yea, I got a little negative.

I must have been on my way out for the last half loop when something brightened my night. I had been talking to a guy who I'd seen all day when I looked down and saw a little snake trying to cross the path. I said, "Oh! Hold on!" and I quickly picked the little critter up and set it down in the grass away from the path. Yup, I save snakes while running insane endurance events. The guy I was with was like "Oh... you pick up snakes... well, that's cool. I have to continue on my run now" and he took off. Ha, I laughed pretty hard about that, must of freaked him out a bit.

It took absolutely forever to get to that half loop turn around. I kept thinking it would be just around the next corner but I was wrong so many times. My darkest moment was when I needed to stop and stretch for a minute and I actually said "I don't..." out loud before I mentally kicked myself and finished it with "like this" instead of "think I can finish". That was around mile 22 and like hell I was going to give up at that point. I finally found the turn around and was overjoyed to think I was truly on my way back now. I'd never see this turn around again! The entire time I was out there I thanked the volunteers and police officers every time I passed them. Now I was thanking them and telling them this would be the last time I'd see them. I seriously cannot fully express my feelings of gratitude for these people. They are out there all day long, protecting us, aiding us, and making sure we have the best day possible. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

For the last time I passed the finish chute and headed into town. The town was crazy with energy. I was able to pick it back up to a run and kept it up all the way to the finish. On the final stretch they have a coned off path on the right for the finishers and everyone else headed to the left for another loop. I was giddy with excitement when I was able to head to the right. I at least had enough wits about me to fix my hair. I may have been absolutely covered in dried sweat and smelled worse than some of the porto-lets on the course but I'd be damned if I didn't have nice hair!

I can't stop laughing at this picture

As soon as my foot hit that red carpet any thoughts of discomfort were instantly banished. I did it. I was an IRONMAN. I heard people cheering and I threw my arms up, I don't even remember opening my mouth like I did in the picture above, I wonder if I made any noise? I heard David Downey call out my name and say "WHITNEY DUDZIK, YOU ARE AN IRONMAN!" and with that, I was done. This has been one hell of a year. I trained hard all year, hours on the bike trainer last winter, countless laps in the pool, and miles upon miles on my feet in the snow, rain, and hot sun... and it was all worth it for this moment. Although it was a fairly painful day, it was by far one of the best days of my life. I will never, ever forget that feeling.

I'm really not sure how I was still functioning

I can't just end my report at the finish line. I crossed a little before 10:30PM and even though I was exhausted and I just wanted to be clean and dry, I knew I couldn't leave before midnight. My mom and sister were so supportive and didn't hesitate to agree to stay. I somehow was able to eat some pizza and then I had just enough time to get a massage before we headed to the finish.

During an IRONMAN, the best time to be at the finish line isn't when the first runners come through, it's when the last ones do. The energy was amazing. The finish announcer, who was Dave Downey at this point, comes down onto the red carpet to cheer the final finishers on. The music is blaring and volunteers, spectators, and other athletes line the chute. Every time a runner was in sight Dave would call out to them and the crowd would go nuts. We were all banging on the boards that line the chute and it was just insane. I didn't get choked up when I crossed the line but I sure did when I watched these others come through.

Dave was yelling over the speakers - that you could hear throughout the entire run course - to those last athletes that they had sixteen, ten, five, minutes to get to that finish line. It was then that my mom asked what happens if they don't make it and I said that they are recorded as a DNF and do not get a medal or a finishing time. She was really upset by this. I completely agree, those people were out there for 17 hours. They put their all into their race and to have victory that was so close snatched away like that is absolutely heartbreaking. Luckily, with a mere THREE minutes until the cutoff the last two runners came through. Dave called out once more and confirmed that the course was now empty. That all athletes who had stuck it out were over the finish line!

With that, the night was over. We had a ten minute walk back to the car, which I handled pretty well I think, and then it was back to the house to shower, get into PJs and pass out.

Next up, post-race! Somehow I managed to walk all over an island in search of wild horses.

IMMD - Part I

"Whitney Dudzik, you are an IRONMAN!"

I still can't believe it

What an unforgettable day.

After a year of training I accomplished what I set out to do. This past Saturday I finished my first full IRONMAN in Cambridge, Maryland. It was hard, I had to walk quite a bit, and everything hurt - but failure was not an option and I finished in 15:23:21.

In an effort to keep my post short (it's still ridiculously long), I've split up my trip into three posts. Part I - The Days Prior, Part II - RACE DAY, and Part III - Post-Race

I started my journey to MD Wednesday night by driving down to my parents house in CT after work. There I had a wonderful dinner with my family and "won" the argument with my mother that I could fit 3 people, 3 bikes, and all the associated luggage in the VW Alltrack. HA! I should have taken a picture. My sister was a REALLY good sport and sat in the back with everything tucked in around her.

Me and my Wonderful Mom!

We headed out on the road around 7:30 the next morning. I knew I didn't want to follow the GPS completely because it would have me driving over the George Washington Bridge and through the Bronx and that can be a traffic nightmare. We opted to take the Tappan Zee Bridge instead and I think it was worth it. We ended up stopping for lunch in Mount Holly, NJ at a little place called Robin's Nest where I of course got a local beer (Spellbound IPA). Mount Holly was a really cute town and we ended up spending a little too much time exploring because by the time we got back in the car I realized that we were going to get to Cambridge with a mere thirty minutes to spare for mandatory athlete check-in! I freaked out just a little bit.

I'm really here!

Luck was on our side and we made it to the athlete village in Long Wharf Park around 4:30. There I got absolutely overwhelmed with stuff I needed for the race. I've never had to pack gear bags or special needs bags before so I was a little worried I'd screw it up. Then I couldn't help myself and may have spent a little bit of time and money in the merchandise tent... I have been REALLY good this year not buying stuff at other races so I went a little nuts. One cycling jersey, one AWESOME sweater with all the participants names on it, one IRONMAN MD pint glass, and one pink IRONMAN lanyard (which I am proudly wearing at work!).

After getting checked in we headed to the AirBnb. It was a four minute drive from the race finish! Not bad for panicking and finding a place last minute. When we first drove up I was a little skeptical, but as soon as we walked inside we were relieved. The house was very nicely decorated and clean. We each had our own bedroom and there was a brand new patio out back with a privacy fence so we could enjoy the outdoors a bit!

Once we brought our luggage inside and got settled in it was time to find some food. One thing about Cambridge is that it is a fairly small town - and other than the little town center there is nothing but farms and water. We started searching for a place to eat but everything was booked - I guess that's what happens when 1400 (ish) athletes roll into town for a race. We ended up going to a place called Rock Lobstah, which I was not super excited about but I am so glad we did!

The food was great but that's not the story. We were eating dinner when a couple walked into the restaurant. My sister quietly says... "That girl looks an awful lot like the girl in the pictures at the house." Of course when we arrived we had looked at some of the pictures our hosts have around their home. We thought they were going to be out of town though so it didn't occur to us that we might run into them. We noticed the guy was on his phone and all of a sudden I got a message via AirBnb from him asking if we got in alright. I replied and my mom goes "Did you just hear his phone ding?" I did!

At that point he actually got a phone call and we heard him say the girls name, and that's when we were positive those were our hosts. He stepped outside for the call and on his way back in he stopped at the table. They had been trying to figure out if we were the ones staying at their house. We chatted and they are a very nice couple. It was sweet of them to open up their homes to athletes coming in for the race.

I swear I'll get to the race details and not just tell you all about the beer I drank!

After dinner we hopped across the street to rar, the local brewery. (Hopped, get it?) I had their Nanticoke Nectar IPA and one other that I can't recall and my mom had the dessert stout. That stout was definitely the winner of the evening. It was delicious! To continue the story above who follows us over to the brewery? Our hosts! We talked some more and they ended up buying us a round of beers! My mom got a little tipsy, which is always fun to see. After that we called it a night and headed back to get some rest.

Still hadn't sunk in that I was about to do an IRONMAN

The next day we took it easy in the morning (which we shouldn't have) and I got ready to go to the mandatory athlete briefing in the athlete's village. I was worried that if I missed the briefing I wouldn't be allowed to race but that was a crazy thought. I am very glad I didn't miss it though, it had a ton of good information - like that I was allowed to have my phone on the bike. I had no idea that it previously wasn't allowed!

Bike 423 racked and ready to go!

After the briefing I dropped my bike and gear bags off in transition. As I said before, I'd never had to prepare gear bags for a race so I had no idea what I was doing. I didn't know if I would have access to them at all before the race and so I didn't know if I should put fuel in there or not. I ended up asking a couple of athletes who passed me and got enough information to feel confident that I did it right (spoiler alert: I was wrong).

So sky. Much flat.

Once all the necessary stuff was taken care of it was time to pick up my mom and sister and drive the bike course. Most of the ride was through the Blackwater National Wildlife Refuge south of Cambridge. It was gorgeous. We saw egrets, blue herons, a million vultures, and a few eagles. The biggest thing I took away from our preview was that this course was incredibly flat. They hopefully jokingly labeled the only hill on the course which was a small gentle slope to go over a bridge. I felt pretty positive about the bike because of all the hills I have to train on at home. Now my only worry was the wind.

Back at the house I was looking through my bags and realized that I didn't pack my running bib in my running gear bag. I immediately started panicking that I wouldn't be able to get to that gear and that I wouldn't be running with a bib! I was trying to figure out how I could carry it through the swim and the bike. At this point it was too late to head back to transition so I figured I would beg a volunteer the next morning to help me out.

We decided for pre-race dinner we would cook my mom's spaghetti and sausage at the house. It was a wonderful idea. My sister's friend Mara was staying close by and came over for dinner. She brought a salad and some really good mint chocolate chip ice cream. Oh, so if you ever thought you had a bad fruit fly infestation... go to Maryland. When we arrived at the house despite the kitchen being very clean and absolutely no food left out there were quite a few flies buzzing around. We set out traps and had them mostly taken care of by Friday. We decided to open up some of the windows Friday and when we got back to the house there were hundreds. I am not exaggerating. We spent the next few days frantically trying to capture them all. We barely made a dent in their renewed population.

After a wonderful meal and catching up with Mara I headed to bed and passed out around 9PM. I mostly slept OK, woke up a few times worried that I missed my alarm and I had all sorts of bad dreams about the race - missing a loop on the course, taking a thirty minute break, having the run be five million loops around a pool... you know, the usual.

Next up? Race day!

Weekly Training Ramblings

Week two of training COMPLETE!

Sleepy Sun

This was a HARD week. It didn't focus so much on the main three workouts and instead threw two sessions of strength training at me. As I said in my previous post, I decided to try Crossfit for my first strength session and it destroyed me... and that pretty much set the tone for the rest of the week.

Week 2 Training:

So Many Things!

(Note: This doesn't show the strength workouts I did, I don't track those in any way.)

Despite Crossfits best efforts to stop me, I managed to get my remaining workouts in... although my Wednesday run was comically pathetic. My left glute was particularly sore which caused me to have a bit of a hitch in my stride and I was very slow so I threw my form out the window and just sort of shambled my way down the road for five miles.

So, other than discovering that Crossfit only exists to make everything huge hurt (WTH? I was rereading this and noticed I wrote huge instead of hurt... no idea. BUT it made me laugh a lot so I'm keeping it in here), what was my main take-away from this week? Training by heart rate is HARD when you do it right. I finally got my heart rate zones set up correctly on my 920xt so I tried them out on my 12 mile Sunday run. At first my HR was sky high because I was mad at technology. I couldn't get my route loaded on my watch and then I couldn't get a good enough signal to get my workout to load on my phone. I finally said screw it and got running. I was to run 1 mile in Zone 1 (HR: 127), 10.5 miles in Zone 2 (HR: 138), and back to Zone 1 for a half mile.

Do you know how slow I need to run to maintain those heart rates? I was basically walking to keep it under 127. Zone 2 had me running at a high 11 minute mile. Keeping your form up at those paces is not a simple task. I must say, I am quite proud of myself for *mostly* keeping my heart rate in zone for the entire run without losing my mind.

Now, even though I complain about how slow my run seemed going by heart rate, I know it is the way to go. You gotta start slow and work your way up. I understand this and I'll keep at it even though my legs want to go a little bit faster. I know it is what's best in the long run. Haha. I made a running joke.

... and with that, another week is done!

Fit Whit tries Crossfit

Today I tried something a little different. The coach has me doing two sessions of strength training this week and Evan suggested I give Crossfit a go. He's been going for a few months and seems to be enjoying it even though he comes home and complains about being sore from head to toe... For some reason even with that knowledge, I decided it was still a good idea and once I got the OK from the coach, I was in.

I convinced Evan we should go to the earliest class available - at 5:30AM. That meant we should have gotten up around 4:15-4:30 to make it but in reality we both woke up at 3AM and were pretty much awake until it was go time.

The WOD: "Space Jam"

Warm Up:

Shoulder Progression
Lateral Drills
Barbell Warm up/Breakdown

Strength:
4×8 push press/barbell row

WOD: “Space Jam”
20 Rounds for reps of :30on/:30off
5 Burpee to Target
5 Box Jump
5 Wallball Shots

Mobility:
Back FR
Quad Lax
Lat Band

First off, everyone was SO NICE. The instructors and other gym members all came up and introduced themselves at some point during the workout. They were pretty patient with me and very helpful which was nice because I had no idea what I was doing.

Warm Up:

Prior to the warm up that was listed they had us do 5 minutes of light cardio. This was good because I was freezing so we spun it out on the stationary bikes. After that it was a nice, easy warm up that loosened up the shoulders and got the blood flowing.

Strength:

Since I had never done a push press before I decided to play it safe and start with a really low weight of 25 lbs. Evan and the instructors gave me lots of advice on my form. I got through a set and it was far too easy so I went back for the 10 lbs plates bringing it up to 35 lbs. I got through another set and decided to try upping it a little more with two 2.5 plates but that proved to be a little too much for the push press. I made it to 7 and just couldn't get my arms to go all the way up on the 8th. I was keeping the weight the same for the barbell rows and that was ridiculously easy.

WOD:

These three exercises seem innocent enough but man, when you are trying to beat the clock they can really take a toll on you. I used a very short box (basically a step stool) and a light ball and I was still dying.

One set in I felt fine. Cut to four sets in and I was shaking and slowing. I could barely get five burpees done in thirty seconds and then I would knock out the box jumps and wallballs in the next thirty seconds. I probably managed nine sets by the end. 

Post WOD:

My arms are dead, I had trouble lifting them to wash my hair.

My knees are bruised from the burpees. My lack of upper body strength causes my descent to be rather uncontrolled...more like a fall really and after a few sets I didn't have the energy to pop back up so my knees took a beating.

My brain is tired. Seriously it feels fuzzy with lack of sleep. Fuzzy brain.

Even with all that, I am looking forward to going back next week!

...and because I have no pictures from the workout, here is a picture of Isis and Zo. :)

Love this Creature

Weekly Training Ramblings

Route 13 on my long Saturday ride

In an attempt to post regularly to my blog I've decided to start a weekly training post. The content will be training stuff, duh.

The big news in this post is that this is week one of training with a legit, certified triathlon coach from 207multisport. When I made the decision to train for an IRONMAN I realized that that was a far bigger commitment to take on by myself. I'd need some help!

I can see training with a coach having at least two huge benefits:

1. Feedback - They will review my workouts and tweak future ones, as well as give me advice on how to improve.

2. Accountability - I'm pretty good at solo training...but I occasionally skip workouts and that can easily snowball. Having a coach really motivates you to get all your workouts in every week.

My coaches are helping me train for the Louisiana Marathon in mid-January while building up a solid base of swimming and cycling. Once I finish Louisiana, I will kick over into full triathlon training and start preparing for my crazy year of two half Iron distance races and IMMD!

Week 1 Training:

Swim is in blue, bike in purple, and run in green

This week was a lot of fun. I swam in the mornings before work, tackling my runs and rides at night. All this week at the pool there was an older gentleman who decided he wanted to help me and he gave me advice on my front crawl form. The few things he taught me that made a huge difference were:

1. Don't push off the wall hard with your toes, it can give you crippling foot cramps - this happened to me a LOT on Monday (which is how we started talking). On Wednesday and Friday I focused on not pushing off as hard and trying to push more with my heels and I haven't had any cramps since!

2. Bend your arms in as they go underneath your body and angle your hands down. My arms were going straight down and that... isn't optimal.

3. Keep your head down. When you put your head under water make sure your line of sight is straight down to the bottom of the pool. This brings your legs up so they aren't dragging behind you as much and allows water to pass over your head more easily. This one is hard to remember every time but it is very noticeable when you get it right.

4. Timing and entry of your hands/arms into the water. I can't explain this one really... but you just KNOW when you've got it right. You just flow.

At first I was slightly bothered by the thought that this guy was watching me under water but he gave me really good advice so I am going to let it go. By Friday he said that I made huge improvements in just one week and he had nothing more to teach me! I'm just that good. :P

The runs and rides went mostly as they were supposed to with a few exceptions. I invited the Husband on my Saturday long ride and stupidly let him pick the route. We ended up riding up Mont Vernon around mile three - and I told my husband I hated him. I don't really but dude, seriously? The majority of the ride was on scenic route 13 and we had a nice time. It was a beautiful day, perfect weather for a bike ride and the fall foliage is really popping here.

My long run was this morning in the rain. I kept thinking about putting it off or running on the treadmill but the forecast wasn't going to improve throughout the day and Evan is doing woodworking in the basement so I didn't really want to breathe that all in while running ten miles... not to mention ten miles on the treadmill would suuuuck. So outside I went and it turns out I love running in the rain, I was able to stick to the heart rate zones and felt really strong by the end of the run.

Overall I am really happy with this week of training and I am looking forward to what next week brings! Now I am going to eat everything I can find and cuddle with my pups while watching the rain.

Akron Marathon 2016

I've finished my 6th marathon in my 5th state IN UNDER FIVE HOURS! Ohio is done!

Pre-Race:

Mist trying to hide from the morning sun

A few weeks ago I flew out to Cleveland, Ohio to visit family and run the Akron Marathon. I left the east coast at 8AM and landed in the Buckeye state around 10AM. It was a super quick flight, it felt like when we just reached altitude we were ready to start our descent!

The Beast

I rented a car through Avis and when I got there the very nice lady behind the counter asked if this beast would be OK. I always rent the cheapest, smallest, most economical thing I can get so I wasn't really sure how to respond. I think I just kind of stared at her for awkwardly for a few minutes because she then said... "It will cost the same." and that snapped me  right out of it and I happily agreed. I actually really enjoyed driving The Beast. I drove all around Ohio and only used a quarter of a tank of gas and it was great for driving the family around.

I'm not too steady on mah feet, hence choppy panoramic

The first item on my must-do list was to see Lake Erie. It was a quick 15 minute drive from the airport and I felt like I couldn't possibly skip it seeing how close I was. So The Beast and I drove straight north and found Lakewood Park. It was an incredibly beautiful little spot with a nice paved walkway along the shore of the lake. I have now seen TWO of the Great Lakes in the last year! Michigan, Ontario, and Huron, I'm coming for you!

:)

 After that I headed straight to my grandpa's house. I haven't seen him since my wedding in 2010. I am ashamed of myself. For the first day we mostly just hung out at the house and in the evening some more of the family came over for a little cookout. I haven't seen any of these guys since 2010! It was wonderful to just relax and catch up.

I like my butt in this picture

The next morning I headed to the expo fairly early to grab my bib and hopefully find something to replace my FlipBelt, which I had accidentally left at home. This was a problem because I wanted to carry my cellphone during the race in case my mom needed to contact me (which she did, numerous times).

When I arrived at the John S. Knight Center I got turned around and managed to walk through the entire expo backwards to reach bib pick up... and then I had to go all the way through again to get the shirt, race bag, etc. I ended up finding a great FlipBelt alternative made by Nathan. I feel like it is more secure and it was way more comfortable to wear! I may have also picked up a small (really small!) 26.2 magnet. It's pink and it's awesome.

Ready, set, GO!

Next, I walked a few streets over to see the race start. They had painted the actual starting line on the road, which was pretty cool. They also had a Blue Line painted on almost the entire course so there was little chance of getting lost! The Blue Line is a theme throughout the race (one that I don't exactly understand) and they had it through the entire expo as well - which is amusing because I DID get lost in the expo!

Can you tell I've just discovered panoramic mode?

After the expo it was back to my Grandpa's house! We decided to take a little drive through Cuyahoga Valley National Park. We drove around and enjoyed some of the sights and then headed out for ice cream. Not bad pre-race fuel! We headed back to the house, feasted on some delicious lasagna courtesy of my wonderful friend, Robin who came with my mom on this trip... and I was asleep by 9PM.

RACE DAY!

I was up bright and early Saturday morning. My mom actually kept bugging me so I wouldn't fall asleep again. I was able to get ready pretty quickly because I had laid everything out the night before AND slept in most of my running clothes. I managed to choke down about half a bagel and I headed down to the city!

Shiny

I parked in some random little lot in Akron and booked it to the race start (this becomes important later on). It was still dark out and they had the starting line spectacularly lit up. I had just enough time to take my pre-race Huma, hit the port-o-potties, and find my spot in line. They were being pretty strict with making sure you were in the correct starting corral which for me meant I was NOT in the corral with the 4:40 pacer. I tried to get them to let me in but had no luck.

I stood back moping until the first corral took off and then they just let the two remaining mesh together so I quickly scooted up to my pacer. A few minutes later and we were running through the starting line of the Akron Marathon!

Miles 1-6:

The course starts out on a bit of a down hill. This was great except unbeknownst to me (because I didn't study the route at all), we'd have to climb back up this hill later... and I didn't like it as much that time around.

Hey! A Picture!

You start out right in the heart of Akron and run northeast for a six mile loop. We were passing by pretty impressive historic buildings, like the court house, mixed with contemporary museums. Just after a mile of running we crossed Little Cuyahoga River via the All America Bridge. This bridge is actually a viaduct and we were 134ft up at it's highest point.

My mom and Robin met me around mile three. I spotted them at a corner and ran up to my mom for a high five but she was too busy snapping pictures of me. I yelled out "Stop taking pictures and give me a high five!!" The small group of spectators near my mom got a little chuckle out of that. She did put the camera down just in time to give me a quick high five and then I was back on my way!

Oh yea, I wanted to mention the pacer. I started out right behind Mr. 4:40 pacer because that was my exact goal. We should have been running 10:40 miles. While I attempted to stick with him every time I checked my watch we were quite a bit below 10:40. For those first six miles I probably averaged a 10:25. At first I figured he was trying to bank a little time, we had some decent downhills and I knew the course was a little hilly so I went with it... After six miles I had enough of that, he was keeping up the pace and it was going to hurt me so I let him go. Everyone around me agreed that he was going out WAY too fast. I'd b shocked if he actually got anyone from the start to the finish successfully.

Miles 7-12:

Once you loop back to the starting area (you are one block over), you then head south for another six mile loop. The scenery is much of the same, apparently we ran back over the viaduct (which I have no recollection of) and then through Akron University. This section of the course consisted of many small rolling hills which were slowly but surely taking their toll on me.

During the first half of this race I was full of energy and was waving and thanking every volunteer and police officer out there. I swear over the entire course I probably thanked at least 50 officers. They were out in force at EVERY intersection. It was wonderful to see them and I really did appreciate their presence. There was more than one occasion where people were trying to drive on or cross a closed street and the officers were out there keeping us safe.

I loved the entertainment during this race. There were good bands spread out evenly and the aid stations were full of awesome people... but the best part of this race was the Hero Stations. This is actually the Akron Children's Hospital Marathon and you can opt to be a Children's Champion and raise money for the hospital, which I did! Thanks to my wonderful family and friends I raised over $600. Anyway, along the course they had these stations set up and patients from the hospital were out there cheering on the runners. Talk about a pick-me-up! It was wonderful and sad at the same time to see these kids. I high-fived everyone I could. It gave me the biggest boost of energy every time.

Miles 13-18:

Right at the start of this section there was another rather long climb to get out of the way as you head northwest out of the heart of Akron. This was where I started to regret trying to keep up with that damn pacer. I was still thanking officers and volunteers and high-fiving everyone but I was getting tired. Not a great sign when you are just half way through a race and you know there are hard hills yet to come.

Around mile 16 the course takes a fun little detour through the grounds of the Stan Hywet Hall and Gardens. It was built by the founder of Goodyear Tire and apparently it is one of the largest homes in the US. As we ran by almost every runner made some sort of joke that that was their home.

A little after mile 17 I got a call from my mom. Really?! She was letting me know they were waiting around mile 15 for me... I explained that I was a bit past mile 15 and she said that they would try to find another spot a little farther down. Due to the out and back and loops on the course they were able to quickly hop over to mile 23 and wait for me there.

Miles 19-26:

These last handful of miles were definitely the most beautiful. You are running through old neighborhoods with mansions. Spectators were out in force at this time. People had all sorts of homemade stations set up. You could basically get whatever you wanted, including beer. I have yet to grab a beer from anyone during a race.

I saw my family at mile 23. Unfortunately they were across the road but I waved and shouted out to my grandpa. Robin dashed out across the road to me to give me a high-five, which was pretty epic. It made me really happy to see everyone and you guessed it... it gave me a nice little boost to bring it home.

On the way back into Akron there was this hill. It was incredibly evil. It just kept going up and up and up and it was so very hot. That's really all I remember. Hot. Up hill. Lasted forever. Where is the water stop? I was pretty spent at the top so the rest of the race was a blur. I do know we got some decent downhills but at that point I was taking walk breaks. *Sigh* Someday I'll get through a marathon without walking.

The Last .2:

Usually something memorable happens in the last .2 mile of a marathon for me. Oftentimes I meet someone right at the end and we push each other to the finish like Franconia girl in the Big Sur Marathon. This time it was that I was running right behind a girl who became the world record holder for running a marathon in a chef's outfit carrying a 6.5 lbs stock pot. Not gonna lie, I spent most of that last .2 laughing at her but she's pretty kick ass really. I would never EVER want to run in some uncomfortable getup and I would definitely never run carrying a frigging stock pot! I actually let her go ahead of me to so she could have her time in the spotlight at the finish (and so that I wouldn't be completely overshadowed by her when I went through).

Finish Time: 04:54:28
Pace: 11:04

Post Race:

Play Ball! NOT.

The finish was in a baseball stadium near the start of the race. It was VERY fun to run through. They had everything set up right on the field - the food and beer tents, medical, entertainment, etc. They had live video of everyone running through the finish up on the big screens.

Marathon Socks!

Once I made it through the finish line the first thing I thought was WHERE ARE THE MEDALS? I asked for one and they said I had to keep moving to actually get a medal. I don't think you guys understand... I just ran 26.2 (plus a little extra according to my Garmin). I GET MY MEDAL RIGHT AT THE FINISH. I grudgingly moved on and found another group of people...but they didn't have medals, they had socks. The socks are actually pretty kick ass but at that point I was still focused on my medal. What good would a pair of socks do me??

My mom, Robin, my Uncle Eric, and his kids were supposedly waiting for me outside of the stadium. I was relaxing on the grass waiting for them when I get a text from my mom: "Oops! Wrong stadium!" that's right, they went to the wrong ball park! Apparently there was a game going on there so people were tailgating and they thought that was it. Luckily it didn't take them long to locate the correct park.

I finally got another text from my mom that they were waiting outside the park, so I started searching for an exit. This required climbing up through the stands and out of the back of the stadium. I hobbled out there and texted my mom that I was there only to have her tell me she was actually inside now...so I told her to meet me by the medical tent and I hobbled my way BACK down. I waited a rather long time and I was just starting to become concerned when I got another text from my mom saying that they were not allowed down there and I'd have to meet them outside. After some major grumbling I hobbled back out yet again and finally met up with my family. (Despite all the grumbling, I was incredibly happy my family and friends were there at the finish!)

Now, remember how I mentioned that I quickly parked and booked it to the race start? Well now it was time to figure out where I parked and my marathon-addled brain hadn't the slightest clue where that was. I dragged my poor family slowly up and down the streets of Akron trying to find my car. Finally I was able to get my phone to recall where I had parked (a wonderful Google feature) and we headed straight there.

Picture taken back in the comfy hotel bed

Back at the hotel after a very painful shower (I chafed really badly on one inner thigh which caused much squealing in the shower) and about an hour of laying in bed I headed back out to my Grandpa's. That evening we headed over to my cousin Lindsey's house for another cookout. They made a delicious meal of steak and chicken skewers and then we played some CaH, which was hilarious (and a little awkward)! It was a great way to relax after the race.

Sunday was spent hanging out with my Grandpa we took him to lunch and then just relaxed and enjoyed the nice day. I had to head to bed early because my flight back home was scheduled to depart at 6:30AM the next morning.

This was definitely not my typical trip for a marathon but I wouldn't change a thing. I had a wonderful time and it meant so much to see my Grandpa. It was really hard to leave. While I won't be heading back to Ohio to run the Akron Marathon again any time soon, I will be going back to visit my family. I won't be waiting another six years.

IMMD 2017

Eeeeeeee!

It's official! This morning I signed up for IRONMAN Maryland in 2017.