Let’s do another fun post! What do you say we talk a little about the madness that is caused by training indoors.
Living in Wisconsin and training for triathlon has presented some really interesting challenges. For one, training outdoors is near impossible from late October until, well, about now. I just started running outside again. I’m still a little afraid to ride outside because I feel like the windchill will likely kill me.
Anyway, this winter while training inside, I found lots of new fun things to do while I was on the bike. First, it started as dancing on the treadmill while I ran. I would get to a song that really made me happy and I would start bopping my head, followed by running side to side with the music and ending up dancing on the treadmill. Odd strike patterns, running on my toes, running sideways . . . It was all fun and all caused by the madness of training inside so much.
Then, as you can see in the video above, I started getting bored on the bike. During our training sessions, we would be on the bike for hours listening to music. I started singing along or lip syncing the songs, then it turned into a really fun ideas to start recording myself doing so.
Seriously, how do people deal with this and not go totally insane?
Hope you enjoy my ridiculousness!
Sunday, I set out with one goal in mind: sub-30 PR for my 5K. I’m pretty much an 11:00-12:00/mile runner. I never thought running 3.1 miles under 30 minutes would even be possible, as I had accepted my running pace.
During my off-season, my coach has been giving me what seems like endless running drills. Most of which were completed on the treadmill; which makes them even more dreadful. I knew the day was coming when we would put all of that hard work to the test….and Sunday was that day.
I did it! I totally rocked my 5K PR at 28:59!!!
Here’s to getting faster and stronger, and continuing to break records!
We were a week from Nick racing in Galveston 70.3, and I was putting together a list things to bring as an official race spectator (and volunteer and sherpa). All was well, until the coach sent me a text that Monday saying, “Btw, Emily…bring your wetsuit.” WHAT?! I’m not racing! I, cleverly responded, “Wetsuit won’t fit in my bag.” This is true. I am not planning on checking a bag for the trip, so it’s necessary to pack light. I was prepared to bring running shoes, but not a wetsuit. Within seconds Nick offered, “I can fit it in my bike bag!” Of course you can. What a way to save the day. Thanks, hubby!
I was nervous about my next OWS. I didn’t want to swim, I wanted to spectate and volunteer and sherpa and just enjoy our mini vacation.
While attending the athlete briefing with Nick and his brother, we were told there would be no swimming allowed in the bay. (I can tell you, I wasn’t disappointed to hear this). Any athlete found swimming would be immediately disqualified from the race. (No objection from me). Then the Race Director offered those who were wanting to get in the water could go a few miles up the road and swim there. (Ugh, I thought he was on my side). We left the briefing and went to lunch.
As luck would have it, we ate across the street from where the Race Director told us swimming was allowed. I looked out the window the entire lunch watching the waves crash into the shore. There was no way. No way I could do this, not in these conditions. I was going to tell my coach the tides were too rough for me to swim. As I stared at the waves, I realized no one else was swimming. There was not a single person in the water or on the beach. It hadn’t been my brain exaggerating the scenery, it truly was rough waters outside. Relief swept over me.
On the way home, I felt like I had dodged a bullet. I got out of my OWS. Then reality set in… Even though I escaped the swim last weekend, I still have to get in the open water at some point. I can’t continue to hope for rough tides. Soon there will be no more excuses.
Swimming is my barrier to entry. It’s what caused my DNF at both Steelhead and Austin last year. It’s a complete mind game for me. I have no problems swimming in the pool. Nick and I were discussing my swim anxiety the other day. He said, “After Steelhead, I thought you would have no problems swimming in open water.” The waves were really rough that day, and I finished the swim. When I see the open water, I have flashbacks of that swim. I remember struggling the second half, telling myself to keep going; while the next swim wave caught up to me and trampled over me. A few minutes later, another swim wave was on it’s way; and I was still there – like a target floating in the water, just waiting to be trampled. I recall getting sick so close to the finish, and how I knew regardless of whether or not I continued, I had already lost – I didn’t make the cutoff time.
I swam countless hours in the pool. I hired a swim coach. I’ve done drill after drill after drill. I’ve improved my form. I’ve gotten faster. I’ve become more confident in the water. Without a doubt, I can make the cutoff time. Earlier this week, I had a gentleman tell me, “I enjoy watching you swim. You seem to glide through the water.” This was a huge compliment for me. When I started swimming, I was flailing around in the water, trying to stay afloat and make it to the other end of the pool.
So, I’ll just keep swimming. I’ll keep doing drills. I’ll continue to get faster and stronger and more confident in the water. And next race, I’ll get in and prove to myself it’s not that hard. I have nothing to worry about. It’s just a simple swim…in the open water.
Since I’ve been a slacker in posting our monthly totals, I figured I might as well just post the quarterly total, and we can from there. Here are our distance totals thus far in 2016.
Health Club Dues:
Galveston went very well.
Thursday morning, we left from Chicago and headed towards San Antonio. But on the ground we went through lots of fun delays. First, was something about paperwork. Then, out of nowhere it started snowing and the pilot let us know that we would need to wait 15 to 20 minutes for the airport to come and de-ice the plane. We waited for at least that long and the sun came out. That must have been their cue to let us go, because we pushed back and went on our way.
The flight down was uneventful, I watched the Force Awakens and it was just as good the fourth time as it was the first.
Once in San Antonio, my sister in law picked us up and we went to the house. My mom was there and we did some chatting before I decided to put my bike together. It is a little more difficult to do without a stand, but it was relatively easy to accomplish.
Friday, we took a trip to a local bike shop for some quick last-minute needs. I got a bike pump and flat repair kit (just in case). The pump served us well over the weekend and it was something that Emily and I decided we would do at any race we traveled for going forward. In this case, we left it with my brother, but our intention is to just pass it around and let whoever lands with it at the end keep it.
That afternoon we drove to Pearland and spent the night there. It was a longish drive and we loaded in to the rooms and then got dinner. Nothing special, but a nice night to sit with family and talk about the weekend to come.
Saturday morning, my brother, Emily and I took off for Galveston around 8:00 so that we could get down to check in and get that done. It was an easy enough drive and we were able to check in relatively quickly (with the exception that I stood in a line for 10 minutes that I didn’t have to – READ THE SIGNS). With check in out of the way we proceeded to grab my brother’s bike and take it to a mechanic. He had noticed a ticking when he rode the day before and as it turns out . . . his wheel was out of true. Quick fix and we were on our way. But, bike check in couldn’t be done until later in the day, so we took the bikes with us.
We met up with the rest of the family for lunch at Saltgrass. Emily’s friend from Houston met us there as well and spent the rest of the day with us. While they hung out at the hotel and chatted, my brother (Andy) and I went to drop off the bikes and run the final errand (water).
Bikes were dropped off quickly and we stopped by Walmart for a couple of gallons of water, then it was back to the hotel. I took a nap and assume Andy did as well before waking up and figuring out what was for dinner. We landed on Mcalister’s for sandwiches and potatoes. The problem, they were out of potatoes. Too many athletes in town and they ran out of them. I settled for a Ceasar Chicken Wrap.
After dinner, Andy and I walked through his race bag, I checked mine and I was off to bed. It still took me a couple hours to fall asleep because I was so excited.
RACE MORNING – SUNDAY
Andy, Emily and I were out the door at 4:35. Emily was volunteering and I am a nervous race morning person, so it worked out. In transition, I hung out with Andy while he got stuff together and he asked questions. He was really well composed for his first race. With all of his stuff coming together, I walked over to my bike and got my spot figured out. While Andy was lucky enough to be at the end of a rack and have people around him not show up, I was next to the toilets and had a clear marker for where I was going to be. With all my bottles filled and my bike and run gear all laid out, I was off to the bathroom. I was far less nervous this time around and more excited.
I talked to Emily for a minute while she marked people coming in to transition and then went back to Andy to talk for a few minutes. Around 6:30, Andy and I left transition and headed over to the swim start!
In the past this is where I start to fall apart a little. In Austin I was able to gain my composure, but this time I was ok. Excited. All I really wanted to do was start. With about 15 minutes before my wave started, I ditched my morning clothes, put on my wetsuit, said bye to my brother and headed down to get in line.
Galveston is an interesting race. We lined up by our cap color, walked out onto the pier and then jumped in the water. It was in this line that I met a couple of really nice guys who were first timers. They were very nervous but both seemed quite ready for the challenge.
Jumping in the water was a shock. The water was colder than I expected. They called out the minute warning. When they signaled the start, my wave was off. I had a relatively straight start and I was pretty happy with my performance into the first turn. Just after the first turn is when my left goggle lens started to fill with water. It was annoying and I tried to fix it, but to no avail. I left it alone and just dealt with it the best I could. My swim became a bit zig zaggy until the next turn. During this time, I took on a lot of salt water and gagged pretty frequently. After the last turn, I cooked into the swim out paying close attention to continue swimming until the exit since they told me to due to the oyster beds.
My swim was great, and from Austin to Galveston I was 4M37S faster for a final swim time of 47:53.
T1 was a bitch. I tried to pull on my arm coolers, but it wasn’t happening. I put on my shoes and walked out of transition. Mistake one was not trying to get the sleeves on during training while I was wet. Mistake two was putting shoes on and walking out of transition. I should have had them on the bike and put them on in the first couple hundred yards. Lesson learned. T1 time was 5:25
On to the bike. This is such a great course. It’s quick and painless. Just a few turns and you are out onto the seawall and headed straight. There was so much great support out there. Police holding cars back and volunteers did an excellent job. I held to my power number the best that I could and I had a great time. For the first half of the bike, I felt like I was passing all kinds of people. This was a totally different experience from Austin.
In Austin, I can remember people passing me and not having anyone around for minutes at a time. This time I was always in a group of some sort.
Also, unlike Austin, the roads were awesome. The only place where roads were slightly worse than perfect was getting on and off San Luis pass. It was there that I witnessed the great bike bottle massacre of 2016. They were everywhere and it was as if no one had ever cared for them.
As I closed out the bike course I was still feeling great (thanks coach for making me stick to the plan). With about 1/10 of a mile to go, I pulled my feet out of my shoes and road on top of them until the dismount line. I had finished 3 bottles of tailwind, 1 bottle of water and 3 Clif gels. I was in good shape. Final time on the bike was 3:13:49.
Into T2, I was feeling good. I ran in so fast that I completely passed my rack and had to throw myself into reverse. I took a few steps back and found my spot, racked my bike, tossed my helmet and tied my running shoes as quickly as I could. I tossed on my visor and off I went, stopping only for sunscreen on the way out (I should have stopped longer). Final time in T2 was 2:23.
During the first mile of the run, I felt OK and I was running. I was running close to a 10 minute mile and kept telling myself to slow down or I was going to burn out. And there it was. Around the one mile mark, I started to fade quickly. I walked a little and ran a little.
Since the course is a bunch of out and backs, I was constantly seeing the same people. Since I was walking, I was able to hang with all of the other walkers. I tried to keep my pace below 13 minutes and I was able to do that until the second lap. On the second lap, I started walking full miles. I stopped at an aid station and ate a banana and felt mildly better, so I continued to eat bananas at every station.
By the last lap of the course, I was worn out. I ran when I could and finished the last two miles at a 13 minute pace. I saw Emily, my mom and my brother’s family with just over 2/10 of a mile remaining and from there ran in as hard as I could. It felt good to finish my second race and I feel like my time was a great achievement. My run time was 2:54:11 (not great).
My overall time for this race was 7:03:41. This accounts for a 1H10M reduction in my time between Austin and Galveston. I know that the argument can be made that they are 2 totally different courses, but I am proud to have cut this kind of time off of my race.
1. I truly appreciate the support of Emily, my mom, and my brother’s family (as well as my brother). It is amazing to have people there to cheer you on. I believe it makes a huge difference in morale.
2. Sunscreen and more sunscreen. I put some on before the bike and had the volunteer cover my arms when I started the run. This wasn’t enough. I should have really doused myself before I went for the run. The only place I wasn’t totally burned is the exact spot where the volunteer first hit me with the sunscreen. My head, arms and shoulders are completely burned.
3. This is a great course and a well organized race. The only problem I had was that when I finished, there wasn’t any pizza available. I was hangry and didn’t want to wait.
4. This was my brother’s first race and I was super excited to see him cross the finish line. It is a huge accomplishment to start racing this distance and he really did a great job.
5. Grease your pits for the swim. I had some serious chaffing under my arms. Next time I will be using some Vaseline.
So far 2 of my races have required me to pack my bike and fly. I put together a video of disassembly this time around, then when I got home, I decided to do a re-assembly video. In the near future, I will work on a video of how the bike actually gets packed in the Aerus Bike Bag.
Do you travel for races? How do you transport your gear?
The Aerus Bike Bag is a great piece of equipment that we have been using and with just a little know how, we were able to figure out how to make this thing work. My only disappointment up front was having no direction what-so-ever on how the bike fits.