Shewwwy! It's New Year's Eve and I'm writing about Christmas, ha! I'm so cool.
Christmas at the Murphy house isn't meant for the weak. It's a full 48 hours of food, wine, church, food, Rock Band, gifts, food, Wii, dance offs, and lots of food. Eating actually makes up about 24 of our 48 hour get together. Christmas meal alone consists of appetizers and vino, then a sit down antipasto, main course number 1 of ravioli (mmm, homemade sauce!), main course number 2 of pork tenderloin and veggies, then the salad (we're Italian, it comes last), then a Wii break, and finally the coffee/dessert/gross panetone. It's a lot! It's actually quite overwhelming! But I sooo love Christmas because our whole family comes together.
This Christmas has really helped me to fully appreciate the Murphy crew. We are all so close, and thanks to Christopher and his orange pants, we make up one smokin' hot band!
Christmas this year has been amazing!! Not so much because of the super cool gifts Santa brought me (don't get me wrong, they are SUPER cool), but because something made me realize just how lucky I am. I would really only trade Sean in if I could for someone less farty... just kidding, I know you read this :-) Seriously though, my family is the bomb and they made my holiday!
Buon Natale and Happy New Year (don't know how to day that in Italian).
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
The Graduate
I don't feel like hopping on the trainer for a fun-filled hour and a half (I see a recurring theme to when I post :-)), so instead... update time!
This past Wednesday I finally graduated from school!! 6 1/2 years straight through of Bachelor's and Master's work completed (ahhh... exhale)! Bellarmine does commencement a little different from UofL. First off we had to wear these silly Harry Potter robes with drapey things on the arms, then we had to put on a silly Harry potter hood that went down to my butt and chocked me the entire ceremony. But other than looking a little cooky, commencement was actually enjoyable (again, I'm a dork).
There were two speakers: the honorary graduate and the President. First the honorary grad got up and spoke about grace; and how it's through the grace of God, my parents, donors, professors and mentors that I was there and graduating. He was pretty funny too... but I'm not sure if he meant to be.
Next was the President who spoke about confidence and leadership; he said to trust our decision making capabilities and believe in ourselves, always follow and stand up for what we believe.
I thought the ceremony was really cool. It was short and sweet and to the point, but also packed with meaning. I am soooo not the sentimental/emotional type person, but it was nostalgic and I came away from there feeling empowered.
People have been asking what I'm doing with all my free time: well, I'm busier than ever. The Team is getting ready to start in January, training is in full swing, and working around the St. Matthews area makes drive time everywhere three times what it normally is. I absolutely love this time of year, but for some reason the traffic seems absurdly ridiculous this time around. I would just start walking places if it wasn't -30 degrees (not really, but it feels like it), I'd get there twice as fast!
Anyways, waiting until the last minute to finish shopping as usual, put too much on my plate as usual, trying to cram everything in and stressing out because there needs to be more hours in a day... as usual. Man, life was so much easier as a college student... I want to go back to school ;-)
Merry Christmas to all and make the most of every minute! Everyone is stuck in traffic so don't let it bother you, let your friends and family know you care about them, wear a smile all day long (it's contagious), and be thankful for those who've touched your life. :-)
This past Wednesday I finally graduated from school!! 6 1/2 years straight through of Bachelor's and Master's work completed (ahhh... exhale)! Bellarmine does commencement a little different from UofL. First off we had to wear these silly Harry Potter robes with drapey things on the arms, then we had to put on a silly Harry potter hood that went down to my butt and chocked me the entire ceremony. But other than looking a little cooky, commencement was actually enjoyable (again, I'm a dork).
There were two speakers: the honorary graduate and the President. First the honorary grad got up and spoke about grace; and how it's through the grace of God, my parents, donors, professors and mentors that I was there and graduating. He was pretty funny too... but I'm not sure if he meant to be.
Next was the President who spoke about confidence and leadership; he said to trust our decision making capabilities and believe in ourselves, always follow and stand up for what we believe.
I thought the ceremony was really cool. It was short and sweet and to the point, but also packed with meaning. I am soooo not the sentimental/emotional type person, but it was nostalgic and I came away from there feeling empowered.
People have been asking what I'm doing with all my free time: well, I'm busier than ever. The Team is getting ready to start in January, training is in full swing, and working around the St. Matthews area makes drive time everywhere three times what it normally is. I absolutely love this time of year, but for some reason the traffic seems absurdly ridiculous this time around. I would just start walking places if it wasn't -30 degrees (not really, but it feels like it), I'd get there twice as fast!
Anyways, waiting until the last minute to finish shopping as usual, put too much on my plate as usual, trying to cram everything in and stressing out because there needs to be more hours in a day... as usual. Man, life was so much easier as a college student... I want to go back to school ;-)
Merry Christmas to all and make the most of every minute! Everyone is stuck in traffic so don't let it bother you, let your friends and family know you care about them, wear a smile all day long (it's contagious), and be thankful for those who've touched your life. :-)
Monday, December 15, 2008
Ready or Not
It's cold... and rainy... and all I want to do is eat and sleep. So instead of going for a run, I've decided to post an update ;-)
I graduate on Wednesday and I'm pretty pumped!! I still don't have my grades from this semester so I can't officially brag that it's with honors (although it should be unless I failed both classes... God, I hope that's not the case!).
So... what am I going to do with my degree? That seems to be the big question on everyone's mind (what happened to the good ol' congrats?!). I plan to travel with my degree. That's it. My secret is out.
Seriously though, with or without an MBA I'm sooo not cut out for business suits and cubicles. I love personal training and coaching and training for triathlons. Some people don't look at that as a career, but it makes me happy and pays the bills. So for now, and in the near future, it's my career :-)
January something (exact date TBD) I'm packing up my newly purchased car and driving to Lakewood Ranch, FL. I'm staying with a super cool homestay and will be coaching tri camps almost every weekend, coaching my online clients, and getting run into the ground with some solid training. I plan on being there for about 8 weeks total, but I'm sure I'll travel home at least once for a long weekend and home cooked meal.
I'm nervous to officially set my departure date because it will come all too soon. While I'm so, SO excited and feel blessed for this amazing opportunity, the truth is I've never left home for more than 10 days! I went to college and grad school in Louisville, and the farthest I've lived from my parents is Old Louisville (about a 20 min drive home ;-).
For this reason I'm slightly undomesticated. My first apartment I flooded the kitchen with bubbles when I put the wrong soap in the dishwasher, and I couldn't begin to tell you how to do a load of laundry. I know, it's pathetic, but I haven't even begun to describe my cooking skills. I don't think I've ever cooked a pizza without burning that stupid cardboard piece into the bottom of it (Seriously, why do they hide that there!?)
This journey will be a challenge on so many different levels, but one that's way overdue. I need to do this for me. When I was trying to decide whether to go to Florida or not, I kept thinking of all the reasons not to go: I have great personal training clients that I can't leave behind, it will be expensive, I don't have a place to stay... Then slowly each one began to work itself out, and even though I'm totally freaked out, I'm totally eager to be a grown up and do something so out of my comfort zone. So, just like I answer people right before the start of a race when asked if I feel ready, ready or not...
I graduate on Wednesday and I'm pretty pumped!! I still don't have my grades from this semester so I can't officially brag that it's with honors (although it should be unless I failed both classes... God, I hope that's not the case!).
So... what am I going to do with my degree? That seems to be the big question on everyone's mind (what happened to the good ol' congrats?!). I plan to travel with my degree. That's it. My secret is out.
Seriously though, with or without an MBA I'm sooo not cut out for business suits and cubicles. I love personal training and coaching and training for triathlons. Some people don't look at that as a career, but it makes me happy and pays the bills. So for now, and in the near future, it's my career :-)
January something (exact date TBD) I'm packing up my newly purchased car and driving to Lakewood Ranch, FL. I'm staying with a super cool homestay and will be coaching tri camps almost every weekend, coaching my online clients, and getting run into the ground with some solid training. I plan on being there for about 8 weeks total, but I'm sure I'll travel home at least once for a long weekend and home cooked meal.
I'm nervous to officially set my departure date because it will come all too soon. While I'm so, SO excited and feel blessed for this amazing opportunity, the truth is I've never left home for more than 10 days! I went to college and grad school in Louisville, and the farthest I've lived from my parents is Old Louisville (about a 20 min drive home ;-).
For this reason I'm slightly undomesticated. My first apartment I flooded the kitchen with bubbles when I put the wrong soap in the dishwasher, and I couldn't begin to tell you how to do a load of laundry. I know, it's pathetic, but I haven't even begun to describe my cooking skills. I don't think I've ever cooked a pizza without burning that stupid cardboard piece into the bottom of it (Seriously, why do they hide that there!?)
This journey will be a challenge on so many different levels, but one that's way overdue. I need to do this for me. When I was trying to decide whether to go to Florida or not, I kept thinking of all the reasons not to go: I have great personal training clients that I can't leave behind, it will be expensive, I don't have a place to stay... Then slowly each one began to work itself out, and even though I'm totally freaked out, I'm totally eager to be a grown up and do something so out of my comfort zone. So, just like I answer people right before the start of a race when asked if I feel ready, ready or not...
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Dunzo!!
It's Wednesday night and I just got home from my very last class as an MBA student at Bellarmine!! All of my classmates are out partying at Shenanigan's but I have a swim date in the morning so I'm left in front of my computer to reflect on the journey...
I remember being in orientation 2.5 years ago and having to say an interesting fact about myself. I was so excited to share that I was getting ready to compete in my very first Ironman (IM Wisconsin '06). No one in the room, including myself, had any idea what the race was about and how it would change me.
To date I've finished five Ironman's and have completely fallen in love with the sport. These past few years have been filled with variety: I've worked in corporate development, earned my real estate license, received my personal trainer and tri coach certifications, and started my coaching company; and through all the change the one aspect that remained a rock in my crazy life is racing triathlon.
People ask if I'm excited/relieved to be completed... and graduating with honors I might add ;-). While I am super excited, I'm also kinda bummed to say goodbye to my Monday and Wednesday nights at the Business School (aka the library). I had so much fun in the program (I know... I'm a huge nerd), and while this chapter has come to an end it's an experience I'll never forget.
AND, I promise next time I'll tackle to most annoying question... "So what do you plan on doing with your MBA?" But for now I'll leave you with my smart-ass answer I've been handing out, "Well, in this thriving economy I plan to distribute my resume amongst major corporations and leave them to bid for the most competitive salary". Duh, have you not noticed gas prices? Or the unemployment rates? Or the fact that we're shutting down parks because our city, much less our nation, is battling one of the most devastating recessions we've ever seen? Yup! This is the time to go job hunting. Until next time ;-)
I remember being in orientation 2.5 years ago and having to say an interesting fact about myself. I was so excited to share that I was getting ready to compete in my very first Ironman (IM Wisconsin '06). No one in the room, including myself, had any idea what the race was about and how it would change me.
To date I've finished five Ironman's and have completely fallen in love with the sport. These past few years have been filled with variety: I've worked in corporate development, earned my real estate license, received my personal trainer and tri coach certifications, and started my coaching company; and through all the change the one aspect that remained a rock in my crazy life is racing triathlon.
People ask if I'm excited/relieved to be completed... and graduating with honors I might add ;-). While I am super excited, I'm also kinda bummed to say goodbye to my Monday and Wednesday nights at the Business School (aka the library). I had so much fun in the program (I know... I'm a huge nerd), and while this chapter has come to an end it's an experience I'll never forget.
AND, I promise next time I'll tackle to most annoying question... "So what do you plan on doing with your MBA?" But for now I'll leave you with my smart-ass answer I've been handing out, "Well, in this thriving economy I plan to distribute my resume amongst major corporations and leave them to bid for the most competitive salary". Duh, have you not noticed gas prices? Or the unemployment rates? Or the fact that we're shutting down parks because our city, much less our nation, is battling one of the most devastating recessions we've ever seen? Yup! This is the time to go job hunting. Until next time ;-)
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
FINALS WEEK!!
Oh my gosh, OH MY GOSH!! So let me tell you about my week:
- I officially started training again. I told coach to give me everything she's got because in a few short weeks I'll be in Florida training with her and I would prefer not to die. Well, as always, she took me way too seriously. My arms are falling off as I'm writing this (which is sad because the swim workouts really aren't that bad) and I'm not even done for the day.
- My personal training schedule is bananas!! Don't get me wrong, this is absolutely not a complaint. Everyday this week I have appointments from 6:00am through 7:00 at night (I'm exaggerating; there are breaks in between... but you get the point).
- Then last and the MOST exciting of all the bullet points listed so far... IT'S FINALS WEEK!! Most people don't get so excited for this week, but for me it's uber special because this is my last Finals Week EVER! On December 17th I'll officially have my M.B.A. and will be finished with school forever (or at least until I figure out which Ex Phys program to apply for ;-)!!!
My nutty week has been smooth sailing so far. This morning I did a 4000m swim (which was comical to watch me flounder through), then came home and began writing a SWOT analysis on my company, I updated training logs, made a few calls, and now I'm putting off working on my stats final (a case study using MS Project to analyze whether the budget and timetable are feasible... talk about exciting!).
Then tonight: 5 mile run, personal training appointment, quick speech at a track workout, and finish the SWOT presentation. Maybe, at some point, I'll get to sleep.
Tomorrow starts with a 6:00a personal training session, a swim workout, 1 hour and 30 minutes of crazy fun on the trainer, then more SWOT (my presentation is tomorrow night!!). Wish me luck that I don't rip my head off or spaz out on coffee intake ;-) Until then...
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving!!
So Week 1 of Back-In-Training is going well so far. Nothing too crazy of course, lots of running and swimming becasue I'm a wimp when it comes to riding in the cold. I'm doing one of my all-time faviroite races tomorrow, the Iroquois Parl Turkey Trot. It's a five mile family-fun race through the hills. I'm thinking I might dress up as an indian, or maybe a turkey. Any thoughts?
So, yes, it's Thanksgiving!! Woohoo!! I heard on the radio that the average American will gain 2.7lbs. this weekend!!!! Holy moly that's a lot of weight added to our country in a few short days!
I've been doing some thinking about what I'm most grateful for... and here's what I came up with so far:
1. My family...duh. They are the best and super cool. My mom and dad are my support crew and saviors when it comes to racing. They encourage me in every walk of life and have made me to person I am today!
2. My bros. Even though they are technically included in point #1, they deserve a special mention. My two brothers, Sean and Christopher, are my very best friends in the whole wide world. They are super hilarious, and they love me for the dork I am!
3. Hollie the Heffer. She's been my closest friend since we were in the 3rd grade (not including the time when she stole my 8th grade boyfriend, even though she technically dated him first...). She's the most beautiful person I know and has the biggest heart; she'll do anything to help a girl out!
4. My coach, Big G for taking me in and molding me into something fierce (well sort of, it's a work in progress). She's taught me to be tough and fight like a boy, all while wearing pink and a huge smile.
5. Cinnamon Toast Crunch... I love food way too much to pass up an opportunity to thank my lucky stars for something so tasty as cereal. I think the reason why I race is becuase I know my loving mom will buy me a box and have it waiting for me at the finish. Mmmmmm!
6. And of course, all the beautiful people I've met through this sport. I've had some stellar races and some less than stellar (much less), but regardless my friends, family, and fans are there every step of the way. I hope that I can have even half the impact on someone as fans have had on me. The supporters of this sport are what gives it a special place in my heart.
So tomorrow, get out and enjoy the day!! Be thankful for your ability to be active and surround yourself with loved ones who value the same. Happy Thanksgiving!!
So, yes, it's Thanksgiving!! Woohoo!! I heard on the radio that the average American will gain 2.7lbs. this weekend!!!! Holy moly that's a lot of weight added to our country in a few short days!
I've been doing some thinking about what I'm most grateful for... and here's what I came up with so far:
1. My family...duh. They are the best and super cool. My mom and dad are my support crew and saviors when it comes to racing. They encourage me in every walk of life and have made me to person I am today!
2. My bros. Even though they are technically included in point #1, they deserve a special mention. My two brothers, Sean and Christopher, are my very best friends in the whole wide world. They are super hilarious, and they love me for the dork I am!
3. Hollie the Heffer. She's been my closest friend since we were in the 3rd grade (not including the time when she stole my 8th grade boyfriend, even though she technically dated him first...). She's the most beautiful person I know and has the biggest heart; she'll do anything to help a girl out!
4. My coach, Big G for taking me in and molding me into something fierce (well sort of, it's a work in progress). She's taught me to be tough and fight like a boy, all while wearing pink and a huge smile.
5. Cinnamon Toast Crunch... I love food way too much to pass up an opportunity to thank my lucky stars for something so tasty as cereal. I think the reason why I race is becuase I know my loving mom will buy me a box and have it waiting for me at the finish. Mmmmmm!
6. And of course, all the beautiful people I've met through this sport. I've had some stellar races and some less than stellar (much less), but regardless my friends, family, and fans are there every step of the way. I hope that I can have even half the impact on someone as fans have had on me. The supporters of this sport are what gives it a special place in my heart.
So tomorrow, get out and enjoy the day!! Be thankful for your ability to be active and surround yourself with loved ones who value the same. Happy Thanksgiving!!
Monday, November 24, 2008
Off-season Completed
Believe me I fully understand the importance of an off season. My '08 race schedule started early and I've pretty much been "in-season" for 12 months straight. Clearwater was my last big race of the year which was two weeks ago.
So these last two weeks are supposed to be pure bliss: no structure, eat whatever I want, workout when I feel like it, go out with the friends I've been blowing off all year... I had been looking forward to these two weeks for quite some time now.
So here we are, two weeks into my off-season: I've gone out to the bars, eaten the pizza, didn't workout when I was tired... and I'm sick of it!! I'm ready to scream!! I'm sooo ready to get back at it, to hammer in the pool (ha, don't get the wrong impression. I'm still a snail in the water but when I splash around it makes me at least feel fast) and on the roads. I'm done with the off-season!
So, today, I decided it was officially over. Time to start training. I wrote a plan for the next few months (not sure what coach thinks about that yet ;-) ) and started back at it... it feels good to move again.
So, what am I training for? Good question... as of now the still very tentative schedule is a half marathon in Miami in January, the MIT in March, New Orleans 70.3 in April, St. Croix 70.3 in May, then we'll re-evaluate.
I'll let you know how my first week of training goes... until then!
So these last two weeks are supposed to be pure bliss: no structure, eat whatever I want, workout when I feel like it, go out with the friends I've been blowing off all year... I had been looking forward to these two weeks for quite some time now.
So here we are, two weeks into my off-season: I've gone out to the bars, eaten the pizza, didn't workout when I was tired... and I'm sick of it!! I'm ready to scream!! I'm sooo ready to get back at it, to hammer in the pool (ha, don't get the wrong impression. I'm still a snail in the water but when I splash around it makes me at least feel fast) and on the roads. I'm done with the off-season!
So, today, I decided it was officially over. Time to start training. I wrote a plan for the next few months (not sure what coach thinks about that yet ;-) ) and started back at it... it feels good to move again.
So, what am I training for? Good question... as of now the still very tentative schedule is a half marathon in Miami in January, the MIT in March, New Orleans 70.3 in April, St. Croix 70.3 in May, then we'll re-evaluate.
I'll let you know how my first week of training goes... until then!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Recap
Looking back, this past year has been a whirlwind! 2 full Ironmans, 4 half's, successfully launched Iron Endurance, and in three short weeks I'll have my MBA!
While things may not have panned out exactly as planned, my year couldn't have turned out more perfect. I didn't make Kona this time around, but it allowed me to focus on Clearwater and truly enjoy the 70.3 experience.
I had the opportunity to meet and train with some of triathlons greats this year including: Paula Newby, Paul Huddle, Roch Frey, Jimmy Riccatelo, Michellie Jones, and of course Heather Gollnick. I have met some amazing and inspiring athletes that make my hard work and training look easy.
I ended the season with a new Ironman PR (11:08) and a new half iron PR (4:56)... so where do we go from here?
In 2009 I'll be done with school so I'll be able to refocus my priorities to 1)developing as a triathlete and 2) building Iron Endurance.
My focus next year is Kona!! I'll try a few early season qualifiers so I'll have time to recover and rebuild for October. I've qualified for and accepted my slot on Team USA, so if all works out I'll fly from Kona World Champs to Perth, Australia for Long Course World Champs. I also want to start racing for a cause, so I partnered with Ironman for Autism to raise awareness and funds for autism research (more details to come).
I hope to offer much more comprehensive packages for my athletes next year. Myself and Heather have launched Team Louisville, she's put together three great spring camps that I'll be helping with, and we're in the works of developing a series of lectures and clinics throughout the summer!!
It was quite an amazing year, but looking to next year I see bigger and better opportunities!! Train on.
While things may not have panned out exactly as planned, my year couldn't have turned out more perfect. I didn't make Kona this time around, but it allowed me to focus on Clearwater and truly enjoy the 70.3 experience.
I had the opportunity to meet and train with some of triathlons greats this year including: Paula Newby, Paul Huddle, Roch Frey, Jimmy Riccatelo, Michellie Jones, and of course Heather Gollnick. I have met some amazing and inspiring athletes that make my hard work and training look easy.
I ended the season with a new Ironman PR (11:08) and a new half iron PR (4:56)... so where do we go from here?
In 2009 I'll be done with school so I'll be able to refocus my priorities to 1)developing as a triathlete and 2) building Iron Endurance.
My focus next year is Kona!! I'll try a few early season qualifiers so I'll have time to recover and rebuild for October. I've qualified for and accepted my slot on Team USA, so if all works out I'll fly from Kona World Champs to Perth, Australia for Long Course World Champs. I also want to start racing for a cause, so I partnered with Ironman for Autism to raise awareness and funds for autism research (more details to come).
I hope to offer much more comprehensive packages for my athletes next year. Myself and Heather have launched Team Louisville, she's put together three great spring camps that I'll be helping with, and we're in the works of developing a series of lectures and clinics throughout the summer!!
It was quite an amazing year, but looking to next year I see bigger and better opportunities!! Train on.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Clearwater 70.3 World Championship
Race morning began at 4:45. I had my staple pre-race meal: oatmeal and coffee, both made with soymilk. I was surprisingly calm as we walked to transition.
We got the cool stamps at body marking, I got my rocket set up fairly quickly, and made my way to the beach to begin the process with my nemesis... the wetsuit. After I finally wrapped myself in neoprene, I walked down the beach for a warm up swim and to clear my head. As time passed the music on the loud speakers switched from nice and calm to pump-you-up (Dad couldn't refrain from bustin' a few moves!).
The weather could not have been more perfect!! The wind was calm, the water was calm (and warmer... an ironic 70.3 degrees!), and all my butterflies were flying in the same direction (phew... finally!). I was walking back to my crew after the practice swim when I see this tiny ball of energy jumping towards me. It was none other than Heather who left me with some parting words of inspiration... I was ready!
SWIM - The corral took forever. I was lucky wave #13, so we weaved through one hoarding area to another, until we were finally dumped on the beach. I got a great spot in line next to a girl I knew was fast. The canon blew (soooo loud) and we were off!
Going out felt great. I found my space, not too choppy, stayed with my girl. Then we made the turn and began heading back to shore when the boys caught us. It got a bit crowded, more choppy, and the sun was bearing down... but before I knew it I was on my feet and skipping towards the shore. It wasn't a fast swim, but I felt ready to make it up on the ride.
BIKE - My new hot pink aero helmet definitely made me faster!! I was climbing the first causeway at 20+mph, and halfway through the ride I was right on pace at 23mph. Huge packs of drafters came flying by me, but I raced my race and remained unphased. I didn't even try to hang on to give my legs a break... cheaters never win. The last 10 or so miles were pretty tough. The wind had picked up and my legs were ready for a rest. The packs became more and more tempting, especially when girls that I had passed were flying by me on the tails of the pack. I stayed true and dug deep to T2, watching my average slip away. I came in at 2:33.
I ran into T2 (that's right, I successfully managed to get both feet out of my shoes without unclipping... this girls' getting gooood ;-) ) and had a small laugh as one of the chicas who came whizzing by me in a paceline was arguing an the penalty tent that she wasn't really drafting, just trying to pass and it was unfair for her to get carded. You reap what you sew.
RUN - I started out on the run assessing how I felt: legs - good, nutrition - good, hmmm - for once I actually felt good! The first loop was easy peezy and I managed to hold an OK pace. The third time over the causeway hurt, but I knew I was cutting it close to the 5-hour mark and didn't want to lose it by walking over the silly bridge. By mile 8 I was feeling it and by mile 10 I knew I was dropping off. The last few halfs I did, I fell apart at Mile 10. This time I was determined to push through. The final climb over the stupid causeway sucked! I knew if I would slow to a walk I would climb faster than the silly hop thing I was doing... but I was determined not to stop.
The final few miles felt amazing!! I knew I would break 5 hours and it was all down hill!! I came through the chute in 4:56. 7th place AG. A new PR, not as well as I had wanted, but felt really solid throughout!
My fellow Kentuckians all had pretty great races too. Joanie is a powerhouse who deserves a pat on the back!! Jeff (who passed me twice on the bike) killed it in 4:23!! And my new buddy Tony was the 2nd Male Amateur overall... way to represent Kentucky!
The rest of the week was super chill and so much fun! Next up... off season till December. Then start gearing up for full time training! Until then...
We got the cool stamps at body marking, I got my rocket set up fairly quickly, and made my way to the beach to begin the process with my nemesis... the wetsuit. After I finally wrapped myself in neoprene, I walked down the beach for a warm up swim and to clear my head. As time passed the music on the loud speakers switched from nice and calm to pump-you-up (Dad couldn't refrain from bustin' a few moves!).
The weather could not have been more perfect!! The wind was calm, the water was calm (and warmer... an ironic 70.3 degrees!), and all my butterflies were flying in the same direction (phew... finally!). I was walking back to my crew after the practice swim when I see this tiny ball of energy jumping towards me. It was none other than Heather who left me with some parting words of inspiration... I was ready!
SWIM - The corral took forever. I was lucky wave #13, so we weaved through one hoarding area to another, until we were finally dumped on the beach. I got a great spot in line next to a girl I knew was fast. The canon blew (soooo loud) and we were off!
Going out felt great. I found my space, not too choppy, stayed with my girl. Then we made the turn and began heading back to shore when the boys caught us. It got a bit crowded, more choppy, and the sun was bearing down... but before I knew it I was on my feet and skipping towards the shore. It wasn't a fast swim, but I felt ready to make it up on the ride.
BIKE - My new hot pink aero helmet definitely made me faster!! I was climbing the first causeway at 20+mph, and halfway through the ride I was right on pace at 23mph. Huge packs of drafters came flying by me, but I raced my race and remained unphased. I didn't even try to hang on to give my legs a break... cheaters never win. The last 10 or so miles were pretty tough. The wind had picked up and my legs were ready for a rest. The packs became more and more tempting, especially when girls that I had passed were flying by me on the tails of the pack. I stayed true and dug deep to T2, watching my average slip away. I came in at 2:33.
I ran into T2 (that's right, I successfully managed to get both feet out of my shoes without unclipping... this girls' getting gooood ;-) ) and had a small laugh as one of the chicas who came whizzing by me in a paceline was arguing an the penalty tent that she wasn't really drafting, just trying to pass and it was unfair for her to get carded. You reap what you sew.
RUN - I started out on the run assessing how I felt: legs - good, nutrition - good, hmmm - for once I actually felt good! The first loop was easy peezy and I managed to hold an OK pace. The third time over the causeway hurt, but I knew I was cutting it close to the 5-hour mark and didn't want to lose it by walking over the silly bridge. By mile 8 I was feeling it and by mile 10 I knew I was dropping off. The last few halfs I did, I fell apart at Mile 10. This time I was determined to push through. The final climb over the stupid causeway sucked! I knew if I would slow to a walk I would climb faster than the silly hop thing I was doing... but I was determined not to stop.
The final few miles felt amazing!! I knew I would break 5 hours and it was all down hill!! I came through the chute in 4:56. 7th place AG. A new PR, not as well as I had wanted, but felt really solid throughout!
My fellow Kentuckians all had pretty great races too. Joanie is a powerhouse who deserves a pat on the back!! Jeff (who passed me twice on the bike) killed it in 4:23!! And my new buddy Tony was the 2nd Male Amateur overall... way to represent Kentucky!
The rest of the week was super chill and so much fun! Next up... off season till December. Then start gearing up for full time training! Until then...
Clearwater Part Deux :-)
The Gollnick's dropped me off in Clearwater on Thursday night. Friday morning started fairly early when myself, Jon, Justin, and Jill (all Team USA buddies) got some breakfast on the beach and headed down to do a practice swim.
The water was freezing, but the energy and electricity in the air made it worth the walk! Tons of people were swimming and watching, the pros and top coaches were everywhere, and all the major sponsors were present... that's when it hit that I was at the World Championships! The vibe brought back memories of Kona, sans the nerves... this was going to be fun.
We practiced running into the water, which was hilarious! This was my first Aussie-start race and I dove in way, way too early. Lying on my belly on a sandbar, I realized I needed a lot of practice :-)
The swim was followed by an easy ride, and t-run. I cleaned up, packed my bags, and rode my bike to the expo to meet William again for his magic work. He had just finished working on Richie Cunningham so I was hoping some of his speed would rub off on me (as it turned out... it didn't :-) ).
OK, so the massage is done, the bags are turned in, th bike is racked for the night, transition has been walked through (and memorized because I'm obsessive). Good to go!!
The water was freezing, but the energy and electricity in the air made it worth the walk! Tons of people were swimming and watching, the pros and top coaches were everywhere, and all the major sponsors were present... that's when it hit that I was at the World Championships! The vibe brought back memories of Kona, sans the nerves... this was going to be fun.
We practiced running into the water, which was hilarious! This was my first Aussie-start race and I dove in way, way too early. Lying on my belly on a sandbar, I realized I needed a lot of practice :-)
The swim was followed by an easy ride, and t-run. I cleaned up, packed my bags, and rode my bike to the expo to meet William again for his magic work. He had just finished working on Richie Cunningham so I was hoping some of his speed would rub off on me (as it turned out... it didn't :-) ).
OK, so the massage is done, the bags are turned in, th bike is racked for the night, transition has been walked through (and memorized because I'm obsessive). Good to go!!
Friday, November 14, 2008
Clearwater... Part 1
I just returned from my whirlwind in Florida, and I decided to break it down into a few posts...
It all started when I flew to Tampa on Tuesday (11/4). Todd Gollnick scooped me up from the airport and took me to my new home for the next three days...the Gollnick residence. As Heather is notorious for, we hit the ground running! We ate lunch, went for a run (where I discovered her new assets... lookin' good ;-) ), went to the salon to go over some business while Heather got her wig split, did a running lecture, got carry out, ate and hit the sack. Phew...Day 1 down.
Day 2 started at 5:45. We headed off to downtown Sarasota for a group ride. Actually, Heather did a group ride while I enjoyed my morning coffee at Starbucks (didn't want to hammer on my taper week). When the group returned Heather went back out, this time with me in tote. We rode 20 miles of easy-peezy, super-duper flat roads. In the past I had despised my disc, but on this ride it proved to be a valuable friend! I made up my mind to definitely use it on the big day.
We quickly changed, ran in Whole Foods for some sushi and a veggie juice (gross...it was Heather's idea!). We drove out to a great nature park for a trail run...and some sight seeing! We saw an armadillo, a turtle bigger than my head, a guy peeing in the bushes, and some crazy birds that can't be found in Kentucky!
Next up, the gym. We did some hip and core work before a quick swim, then FINALLY made it back home (about 12 hours later!!).
Day 3 started at, you guessed it, 5:45! We drove to San Antonio for some "hills". This was SO much fun as Heather was nervous I may be working too hard to climb 'em. I reminded her that I live in the hills and these roads were nothing more than rollers. I rode an easy 20 miler, then went for a 20 min t-run. Heather and her bud, Sean, were still out riding so I got cleaned up and walked down to a cafe for some lunch and R&R.
After Heather scooped me up at the cafe we headed to Clearwater Beach where the real fun started! I arrived at the expo, got checked in, met my girl Ann (she's the bomb!) and got handed off to my parents.
Staying with the Gollnick's was so much fun, Todd and Heather made sure I was well rested and taken care of! We had William (a miracle worker!) drop by the house for a massage, I was fed some of the BEST gluten free foods ever, they even personally delivered soymilk to me in Clearwater after I couldn't find any (after the race I found out the hotel coffee shop sold it...oops!) They are amazing, caring, and so much fun!! And the kids finally told me they liked me... even after I told them I voted for Obama (they clearly weren't happy with my response).
It was a fun start to race week, but now it's time for game face :-)
It all started when I flew to Tampa on Tuesday (11/4). Todd Gollnick scooped me up from the airport and took me to my new home for the next three days...the Gollnick residence. As Heather is notorious for, we hit the ground running! We ate lunch, went for a run (where I discovered her new assets... lookin' good ;-) ), went to the salon to go over some business while Heather got her wig split, did a running lecture, got carry out, ate and hit the sack. Phew...Day 1 down.
Day 2 started at 5:45. We headed off to downtown Sarasota for a group ride. Actually, Heather did a group ride while I enjoyed my morning coffee at Starbucks (didn't want to hammer on my taper week). When the group returned Heather went back out, this time with me in tote. We rode 20 miles of easy-peezy, super-duper flat roads. In the past I had despised my disc, but on this ride it proved to be a valuable friend! I made up my mind to definitely use it on the big day.
We quickly changed, ran in Whole Foods for some sushi and a veggie juice (gross...it was Heather's idea!). We drove out to a great nature park for a trail run...and some sight seeing! We saw an armadillo, a turtle bigger than my head, a guy peeing in the bushes, and some crazy birds that can't be found in Kentucky!
Next up, the gym. We did some hip and core work before a quick swim, then FINALLY made it back home (about 12 hours later!!).
Day 3 started at, you guessed it, 5:45! We drove to San Antonio for some "hills". This was SO much fun as Heather was nervous I may be working too hard to climb 'em. I reminded her that I live in the hills and these roads were nothing more than rollers. I rode an easy 20 miler, then went for a 20 min t-run. Heather and her bud, Sean, were still out riding so I got cleaned up and walked down to a cafe for some lunch and R&R.
After Heather scooped me up at the cafe we headed to Clearwater Beach where the real fun started! I arrived at the expo, got checked in, met my girl Ann (she's the bomb!) and got handed off to my parents.
Staying with the Gollnick's was so much fun, Todd and Heather made sure I was well rested and taken care of! We had William (a miracle worker!) drop by the house for a massage, I was fed some of the BEST gluten free foods ever, they even personally delivered soymilk to me in Clearwater after I couldn't find any (after the race I found out the hotel coffee shop sold it...oops!) They are amazing, caring, and so much fun!! And the kids finally told me they liked me... even after I told them I voted for Obama (they clearly weren't happy with my response).
It was a fun start to race week, but now it's time for game face :-)
Halfmax Nationals
So I'm suuuuper behind on the race report updates. I'll start with Halfmax...
I flew out to Vegas with my very best Team USA buddies Justin and Jill. We stayed off the strip on Lake Mead at the most quality hotel imaginable... The Hacienda. Like I said, quality.
Friday morning was spent at the 24 hour buffet, mmmmm. Our waiter told us he had to go and made sure we were taken care, then on our way out we spotted him at the slots, ha! We took a dip in Lake Mead (freezing!) and somehow managed to put Jill's fully dismantled bike back together!!
Saturday was the race and my morning didn't start out so well! I was setting up transition when I noticed I had a flat (Justin snapped a picture of me just as I noticed it, my expression is classic!). Justin saved the day by taking my wheel to the mechanics for a quick switch so I didn't have to use my only spare. Once I got my wheel back I began the 20 minute process of getting in the wetsuit.
SWIM - The swim was super fun! It was a wave start with all females going together. I got a great position near the front and hung on for dear life! The water was calm and clear, I actually enjoyed it! Maybe a little too much because I came out a few minutes off pace :(
I decided to make up the time in transition so I ran hard to my bike... That's when I noticed they didn't close transition down and the late wavers were still tooling around with their bikes! One guy (who hadn't even started the race!!) was messing with his wetsuit IN TRANSITION as the race is going on, turned around and ran into me! He kicked my foot and broke my toe!! What the hell... Put your wetsuit on outside of the freaking transition area! So much for making up lost time.
BIKE - The bike course was beautiful!! Constant rollers, great scenery, fast descents... it was awesome! I felt like I rode fairly well, not too hard but tried to push it. The last 10 miles were killer!! They were in a drainage ditch (weird, I know!) that was a constant climb.
The last mile into transition was really steep. I had dropped my average enough and didn't want to lose much more time, so I stood up and started to climb hard. I noticed a friend ahead who I wanted to pass before the top. I rode up beside her, wished her luck, and kept on going... when my tire burst! It exploded a half mile from T2, doodie!! I was so close! I pulled over and started to change my flat, when spectators at the top started yelling "Just run it in, you're almost there!!" By the time I would've gotten my wheel changed I could be in transition, so I said to hell with it, took my shoes off, and ran up the hill to transition!
RUN - Mistake number... I don't know I've lost count: I didn't split my watch for the out and back run course. I'm a sort of smart girl so I though I could remember my time when I left T2 and figure my paces from there. But I was wrong. I was running along feeling great and surprised by how easy it was to stay on pace, it was effortless. I came across the finish line at 5:35 which felt pretty good! And best of all I had beat my goal time of a 1:40 run. Well, then reality hit as I checked the results. I ran a 1:49, somewhere I miscalculated and gave myself 10 extra minutes, doodie (again!).
Overall, I won my AG (woohoo) and was 8th female (I think?). A bit disappointed that I didn't push harder on the run, but I got over it quickly when we all started making plans to hit the strip that night!
And best of all I secured my Team USA slot for 2009 Long Course Worlds in Perth, Australia!!
Jilly Bean had a phenomenal race. She hadn't training for 2 months (seriously!!)and still managed to finish strong!! I would still be out on that damned bike course if I were in her position... rock on Jilly! Keep your fingers crossed, she finds out tomorrow if she got a Worlds slot.
That night we managed to make it to the strip, eat pizza and cookies, play a few slots, and drive back to the Hacienda... I was pooped! The next morning started super early with a trip back into town to drop Jill off at the airport :-(, then we did a morning swim in Lake Mead (sans wetsuit) and visited the Hoover Dam... coolest sight ever!!
Awesome trip, beautiful race, and great company!! Up next, Clearwater! I think for that race I'll use my Garmin :-) Train on homies.
I flew out to Vegas with my very best Team USA buddies Justin and Jill. We stayed off the strip on Lake Mead at the most quality hotel imaginable... The Hacienda. Like I said, quality.
Friday morning was spent at the 24 hour buffet, mmmmm. Our waiter told us he had to go and made sure we were taken care, then on our way out we spotted him at the slots, ha! We took a dip in Lake Mead (freezing!) and somehow managed to put Jill's fully dismantled bike back together!!
Saturday was the race and my morning didn't start out so well! I was setting up transition when I noticed I had a flat (Justin snapped a picture of me just as I noticed it, my expression is classic!). Justin saved the day by taking my wheel to the mechanics for a quick switch so I didn't have to use my only spare. Once I got my wheel back I began the 20 minute process of getting in the wetsuit.
SWIM - The swim was super fun! It was a wave start with all females going together. I got a great position near the front and hung on for dear life! The water was calm and clear, I actually enjoyed it! Maybe a little too much because I came out a few minutes off pace :(
I decided to make up the time in transition so I ran hard to my bike... That's when I noticed they didn't close transition down and the late wavers were still tooling around with their bikes! One guy (who hadn't even started the race!!) was messing with his wetsuit IN TRANSITION as the race is going on, turned around and ran into me! He kicked my foot and broke my toe!! What the hell... Put your wetsuit on outside of the freaking transition area! So much for making up lost time.
BIKE - The bike course was beautiful!! Constant rollers, great scenery, fast descents... it was awesome! I felt like I rode fairly well, not too hard but tried to push it. The last 10 miles were killer!! They were in a drainage ditch (weird, I know!) that was a constant climb.
The last mile into transition was really steep. I had dropped my average enough and didn't want to lose much more time, so I stood up and started to climb hard. I noticed a friend ahead who I wanted to pass before the top. I rode up beside her, wished her luck, and kept on going... when my tire burst! It exploded a half mile from T2, doodie!! I was so close! I pulled over and started to change my flat, when spectators at the top started yelling "Just run it in, you're almost there!!" By the time I would've gotten my wheel changed I could be in transition, so I said to hell with it, took my shoes off, and ran up the hill to transition!
RUN - Mistake number... I don't know I've lost count: I didn't split my watch for the out and back run course. I'm a sort of smart girl so I though I could remember my time when I left T2 and figure my paces from there. But I was wrong. I was running along feeling great and surprised by how easy it was to stay on pace, it was effortless. I came across the finish line at 5:35 which felt pretty good! And best of all I had beat my goal time of a 1:40 run. Well, then reality hit as I checked the results. I ran a 1:49, somewhere I miscalculated and gave myself 10 extra minutes, doodie (again!).
Overall, I won my AG (woohoo) and was 8th female (I think?). A bit disappointed that I didn't push harder on the run, but I got over it quickly when we all started making plans to hit the strip that night!
And best of all I secured my Team USA slot for 2009 Long Course Worlds in Perth, Australia!!
Jilly Bean had a phenomenal race. She hadn't training for 2 months (seriously!!)and still managed to finish strong!! I would still be out on that damned bike course if I were in her position... rock on Jilly! Keep your fingers crossed, she finds out tomorrow if she got a Worlds slot.
That night we managed to make it to the strip, eat pizza and cookies, play a few slots, and drive back to the Hacienda... I was pooped! The next morning started super early with a trip back into town to drop Jill off at the airport :-(, then we did a morning swim in Lake Mead (sans wetsuit) and visited the Hoover Dam... coolest sight ever!!
Awesome trip, beautiful race, and great company!! Up next, Clearwater! I think for that race I'll use my Garmin :-) Train on homies.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Fuel to the Fire
I woke up Sunday morning feeling rested and ready. I had a great breakfast with the best ever Kona coffee (the Heathernator had been depriving me!). I went through my pre-race plan flawlessly and made the trek to the swim start with "all my butterflies flying in the same direction". I got body marked, found my buddy to wait in line with, had a dose of Kanye West (can't break ritual!), said my goodbyes to Sean and Katie (my saviors), and got ready for what I knew would be the most painful day of my life.
The Swim: I felt super strong on the swim and for once I figured out how not to swim left!! I could tell I was on pace for a good day: I was passing people, drafting (ha, who would of thought!), pulling hard and still felt strong. My goal was to be on the bike by 1:10, so when I was yanked out of the water at the swim finish and saw 1:10 I knew I had to book it. I made it on the bike 2 minutes behind pace, not bad and I knew I could make it up.
The Bike: I wanted the first quarter to be conservative, but my legs were so ready to go! I came through the first water stop way too fast, and without slowing tried to grab a bottle. It had been a while since I raced and I was apparently a bit rusty on how to complete a proper handoff. Needless to say I tagged every volunteer and sent water bottles flying, exiting with a still empty aero bottle and volunteers screaming about how wet they were... I'm SO sorry!
I felt so good on 1694 and was able to spot the girl ahead of me. I climbed in and out of there as if it were River Rd!! I had a huge fan club at the aid station (I went slow this time through) that gave me enough adrenaline to climb out in my big chain ring unphased.
I pushed on to La Grange pretty conservative, and then I spotted Christopher. He's actually pretty hard to miss, my lil bro is about 8 feet tall with curly hair as big as mine. He's the worlds best spotter and runner so when he saw me coming he took off down the road. When I caught him he gave me the update, "She was 6 minutes ahead out of the water and now she's 12 ahead". That was the go ahead I was looking for. I took the leash off my riding legs and dropped the hammer, she's not going to ride away without a fight.
I rode my heart out but was careful to maintain my nutrition. I stuck to the plan, watched my heart rate, timed my calories, and took advantage of the tailwind. From there on out my small chain ring (and everyone else out on the course for that matter) was non-existent.
I came into T2 in record time and feeling like I had just finished the bike leg of a sprint! "10 minutes down, move it!!" that would be my loving mom who turns into a boxing coach at my races ;-) I hurried through transition, gave the sunblock sprayers a good laugh, stopped in the port-o-pot (if you gotta go might as well not slow down your run split!) and continued my hunt.
The Run: Team Murphy was dispersed along the entry to the bridge, so any pains I may have had were easily wiped away through their encouragement. I began up the bridge and spotted my girl heading down. She was just 1 mile up on me... this was going to be an easy battle. I had finally remebered to pack my running legs in T2 and it was getting really hot... just what I had prayed for!
I knew that running in the lead would be enough motivation to hold her off... but I decided to stay conservative and lean on my Garmin for coaching advice. I held my pace until the first turnaround where I recieved my first update. My dad told me she had gained 30 seconds and I needed to increase my average. For some reason I interpretted that as I needed to increase my average by 30 sec, and the thought of having to hold 7:30's was enough to let the demons in. My quads started to scream at me, my heart rate skyrocketed, and my stomach began to do summersaults. I knew I would hit this low, but I didn't expect it to hit this quickly and like a ton of bricks!
I had to calm down, so I walked through the next aid station and took in some calories and tried to psych myself back up. I began to run again when I heard the fish bowl in my stomach... oh gosh. I dropped my head and jumped on the guys feet in front of me, but it only got worse.
Then..."Is that... MONICA MURPHY!!!" It's like they were sent there to rescue me! Aaron and Courtney were glowing when I saw them... they were jumping up and down and screaming like they had just won the lottery. They ran over to me and practically carried through the turnaround, or at least it felt like they did!! I asked Dr. Aaron I they had any stomach medicine, and they said no but that I would be fine and I looked great... so I kept telling myself that.
About a half mile down the road I thought my insides were going to fall out and was convinced that the fish bowl in my belly was going to come out my mouth. I starred at the pavement and continued to plow forward... I am no quitter and I was going to do everything possible to stick to the plan (granted at this point we were on Plan B). I made it back to downtown, stopping at the aid stations and port-o-pots along the way, watching my average pace slip away. The thought of more Gu made me puke a little and the sight of Gatorade made it come back up. I grabbed a piece of PowerBar and tried to shove it down my throat, but when I saw my family cheering me on I got so choked up I nearly gagged myself. They are the most amazing support crew and stay by my side through thick and thin. Sean reminded me that anything is possible. He was right, this was it!
I tucked in behind Robert Taylor (you're an animal!!) and we plowed through rest of the field. I was making up time and feeling pretty good: my stomach was at bay, my legs hurt but they were cooperating, and I was more determined than ever to finish this damn race. But then it hit me...again. The magic pill my Dad gave me wasn't strong enough to stop this belly!
From there on out it was hours between aid stations. I looked up just in time to make eye contact with Heather and Svenigan. She could only muster a thumbs up and it took everything in me to give her one back. My dad stayed within a block of me, riding ahead and waiting for me to pass... he knew I was struggling (I'm not sure if the word "struggling" does justice). Every step sent waves of shock throughout my body. I was starving and only found gu and gluten... both of which made me want to throw up the nothing that was left in my stomach. I was, in fact, dying.
My Plan B slipped to Plan C and slipped to Plan Oh Hell Let's Just Finish. Crossing the line I was filled with so much emotion: I was relieved and furious, I was so proud and so disappointed, I had just finished my fastest Ironman but my biggest loss.
My family and friends are the bomb and were sure to keep the goofy smile on my face all night long. My favorite part about Ironman is cheering the athletes on, so my loved ones gathered around me, got me a huge sandwich, and posted up on the 3rd street curb to try to get a laugh or two out of the racers. It was the perfect ending to see so many fulfill their lifelong dreams... it put my race in perspective.
It felt so good to swim and bike so well... and one day soon my marathon legs and steel stomach will be in my transition bag. Until then, "only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go"... on to Clearwater!
The Swim: I felt super strong on the swim and for once I figured out how not to swim left!! I could tell I was on pace for a good day: I was passing people, drafting (ha, who would of thought!), pulling hard and still felt strong. My goal was to be on the bike by 1:10, so when I was yanked out of the water at the swim finish and saw 1:10 I knew I had to book it. I made it on the bike 2 minutes behind pace, not bad and I knew I could make it up.
The Bike: I wanted the first quarter to be conservative, but my legs were so ready to go! I came through the first water stop way too fast, and without slowing tried to grab a bottle. It had been a while since I raced and I was apparently a bit rusty on how to complete a proper handoff. Needless to say I tagged every volunteer and sent water bottles flying, exiting with a still empty aero bottle and volunteers screaming about how wet they were... I'm SO sorry!
I felt so good on 1694 and was able to spot the girl ahead of me. I climbed in and out of there as if it were River Rd!! I had a huge fan club at the aid station (I went slow this time through) that gave me enough adrenaline to climb out in my big chain ring unphased.
I pushed on to La Grange pretty conservative, and then I spotted Christopher. He's actually pretty hard to miss, my lil bro is about 8 feet tall with curly hair as big as mine. He's the worlds best spotter and runner so when he saw me coming he took off down the road. When I caught him he gave me the update, "She was 6 minutes ahead out of the water and now she's 12 ahead". That was the go ahead I was looking for. I took the leash off my riding legs and dropped the hammer, she's not going to ride away without a fight.
I rode my heart out but was careful to maintain my nutrition. I stuck to the plan, watched my heart rate, timed my calories, and took advantage of the tailwind. From there on out my small chain ring (and everyone else out on the course for that matter) was non-existent.
I came into T2 in record time and feeling like I had just finished the bike leg of a sprint! "10 minutes down, move it!!" that would be my loving mom who turns into a boxing coach at my races ;-) I hurried through transition, gave the sunblock sprayers a good laugh, stopped in the port-o-pot (if you gotta go might as well not slow down your run split!) and continued my hunt.
The Run: Team Murphy was dispersed along the entry to the bridge, so any pains I may have had were easily wiped away through their encouragement. I began up the bridge and spotted my girl heading down. She was just 1 mile up on me... this was going to be an easy battle. I had finally remebered to pack my running legs in T2 and it was getting really hot... just what I had prayed for!
I knew that running in the lead would be enough motivation to hold her off... but I decided to stay conservative and lean on my Garmin for coaching advice. I held my pace until the first turnaround where I recieved my first update. My dad told me she had gained 30 seconds and I needed to increase my average. For some reason I interpretted that as I needed to increase my average by 30 sec, and the thought of having to hold 7:30's was enough to let the demons in. My quads started to scream at me, my heart rate skyrocketed, and my stomach began to do summersaults. I knew I would hit this low, but I didn't expect it to hit this quickly and like a ton of bricks!
I had to calm down, so I walked through the next aid station and took in some calories and tried to psych myself back up. I began to run again when I heard the fish bowl in my stomach... oh gosh. I dropped my head and jumped on the guys feet in front of me, but it only got worse.
Then..."Is that... MONICA MURPHY!!!" It's like they were sent there to rescue me! Aaron and Courtney were glowing when I saw them... they were jumping up and down and screaming like they had just won the lottery. They ran over to me and practically carried through the turnaround, or at least it felt like they did!! I asked Dr. Aaron I they had any stomach medicine, and they said no but that I would be fine and I looked great... so I kept telling myself that.
About a half mile down the road I thought my insides were going to fall out and was convinced that the fish bowl in my belly was going to come out my mouth. I starred at the pavement and continued to plow forward... I am no quitter and I was going to do everything possible to stick to the plan (granted at this point we were on Plan B). I made it back to downtown, stopping at the aid stations and port-o-pots along the way, watching my average pace slip away. The thought of more Gu made me puke a little and the sight of Gatorade made it come back up. I grabbed a piece of PowerBar and tried to shove it down my throat, but when I saw my family cheering me on I got so choked up I nearly gagged myself. They are the most amazing support crew and stay by my side through thick and thin. Sean reminded me that anything is possible. He was right, this was it!
I tucked in behind Robert Taylor (you're an animal!!) and we plowed through rest of the field. I was making up time and feeling pretty good: my stomach was at bay, my legs hurt but they were cooperating, and I was more determined than ever to finish this damn race. But then it hit me...again. The magic pill my Dad gave me wasn't strong enough to stop this belly!
From there on out it was hours between aid stations. I looked up just in time to make eye contact with Heather and Svenigan. She could only muster a thumbs up and it took everything in me to give her one back. My dad stayed within a block of me, riding ahead and waiting for me to pass... he knew I was struggling (I'm not sure if the word "struggling" does justice). Every step sent waves of shock throughout my body. I was starving and only found gu and gluten... both of which made me want to throw up the nothing that was left in my stomach. I was, in fact, dying.
My Plan B slipped to Plan C and slipped to Plan Oh Hell Let's Just Finish. Crossing the line I was filled with so much emotion: I was relieved and furious, I was so proud and so disappointed, I had just finished my fastest Ironman but my biggest loss.
My family and friends are the bomb and were sure to keep the goofy smile on my face all night long. My favorite part about Ironman is cheering the athletes on, so my loved ones gathered around me, got me a huge sandwich, and posted up on the 3rd street curb to try to get a laugh or two out of the racers. It was the perfect ending to see so many fulfill their lifelong dreams... it put my race in perspective.
It felt so good to swim and bike so well... and one day soon my marathon legs and steel stomach will be in my transition bag. Until then, "only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go"... on to Clearwater!
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Two Strikes, Bases Loaded
So it's the night before my BIGGEST race of the year... of the century for that matter. My strategy for this year was to qualify early for the IM World Champs and focus the last half of the year prepping for the race.
I raced Ironman Arizona in April and placed 2nd AG missing my slot... strike one. I then decided to go to St. Croix to redeem myself three weeks later; again 2nd AG and missed the slot... strike two. Tomorrow, 8/31/08, is one day before the qualification cut-off for Kona. Ironman Louisville is the very last chance to qualify for IM World Champs '08. This is it, bases loaded and I'm on my last strike.
Wish me luck and think of me tomorrow. My race number is lucky #179, Blazeman's number!! I've never felt so prepared for a race, but I also know the beast that is Ironman. I know it's going to be tough, it's going to hurt, and I may even think about quitting... but I also know I'm better than that. Your legs can only carry you so far, then it's up to your head and your heart. Say a quick prayer for all the athletes competing if you think of it, and I can't wait to give ya'll the update.
GOOD LUCK to everyone racing tomorrow: Lewis, this is your race; Heather, you're such a fighter... defend that title!; Sveny and Bree, go get your slots (B- thanks for the blog theme idea ;-); and last but not least to Debi, Aimee, Steve, and everyone else who weekend after weekend drug themselves out of bed to join me for our Saturday long ride and t-run and Sunday morning yucky swim. You have worked tirelessly throughout the entire summer and longer for this day... you earned it! Have fun, be safe, and pray for a home run!
I raced Ironman Arizona in April and placed 2nd AG missing my slot... strike one. I then decided to go to St. Croix to redeem myself three weeks later; again 2nd AG and missed the slot... strike two. Tomorrow, 8/31/08, is one day before the qualification cut-off for Kona. Ironman Louisville is the very last chance to qualify for IM World Champs '08. This is it, bases loaded and I'm on my last strike.
Wish me luck and think of me tomorrow. My race number is lucky #179, Blazeman's number!! I've never felt so prepared for a race, but I also know the beast that is Ironman. I know it's going to be tough, it's going to hurt, and I may even think about quitting... but I also know I'm better than that. Your legs can only carry you so far, then it's up to your head and your heart. Say a quick prayer for all the athletes competing if you think of it, and I can't wait to give ya'll the update.
GOOD LUCK to everyone racing tomorrow: Lewis, this is your race; Heather, you're such a fighter... defend that title!; Sveny and Bree, go get your slots (B- thanks for the blog theme idea ;-); and last but not least to Debi, Aimee, Steve, and everyone else who weekend after weekend drug themselves out of bed to join me for our Saturday long ride and t-run and Sunday morning yucky swim. You have worked tirelessly throughout the entire summer and longer for this day... you earned it! Have fun, be safe, and pray for a home run!
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Walkin' the Walk
I've often told friends and family that I love training for races so much that I could do it full time as a Professional Triathlete. So when 5x Ironman Champion, Heather Gollnick, strolled into town I thought I would take advantage of the opportunity.
Long story short:
Long story short:
- Wednesday: I got ridden into the ground. Thankfully, my bike decided to die before I did so I took advantage of the 15 minute reprieve while Bluegrass Bikes in Crestwood got me up and running again (Thanks Bob, you guys are great!).
- Thursday: Showed up for a track workout half delirious, followed by an open water swim in which Heather candidly swam laps around me.
- Friday: Easy 2 hour recovery ride (hallelujah!!)
- Saturday: Hard 56 mile ride followed by a 7 mile run (which turned into a 10 mile run after Heather decided she was feeling spunky.... which was, by the way, a 20 mile run for Heather).
- Sunday: Topped off the week with a nice, long open water swim.
Even though I got in some of the best/hardest workouts of my LIFE, I learned so much more than I ever expected. Heather is 100lbs. of animal (not to mention her roles as mother of three, wife, and CEO)! She's a die hard competitor, but she's also one of the most encouraging and inspiring women I've come across in the sport. She lives and trains by very high standards and encourages others to do the same.
Heather put triathlon and training into perspective for me and encouraged me to chase my dreams. I love this sport, the people in it, and I now have a new found respect for those who call it a career. Just a small taste of what it's like to walk the walk!
Thanks for putting up with me! Off for a long run ;-)
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Back in the Game!
So as you can tell from my last post, I've had a tough start to the racing season. I decided to open the season early with a big race - Ironman Arizona. It didn't go quite so well (11:36 - 2nd place AG) so I did what I always do after a bad race... I register for the "redemption race". That last minute decision was the St. Croix 70.3 and was three weeks after IM Arizona (so much for recovery!). St. Croix didn't go quite as planned either (5:57 - 2nd place AG), which helped me to realize that my little redemption race strategy was doing more harm than good. So I had a heart to heart with Coach and we decided to not race for two months and instead crank up the intensity with training.
That brings me to today; the day after the Muncie Endurathon. I've logged countless hours in the pool, on the bike, and around the track. I've ran so fast my heart almost jumped out of my mouth and tried to climb so hard that my legs actually fell off. I even got in the Ohio and swam until I had no shoulders left (but that was mainly because I was too grossed out to stay in longer than I had to)... and it all paid off. I finished the Muncie Endurathon in 5:08, a new PR (and yes, I'm still cursed by 2nd place... I'll explain later).
Race Morning: My alarm was set for 4:50, but at 4:40 I received a phone call. A friend who was also racing (and who likes to get to races incredibly early) was having car problems and needed a lift. I totally understand the importance of having a clear head race morning, so I did what I could to help a friend in need (car problems DON'T equal clear, calm mind) I hurried through my morning routine and headed over to the nearby hotel to scoop up my pal.
When we arrived there was a buzz about the oncoming storms. Apparently three hours away a large storm was rolling in with hail and lots of lightning. I took that as my cue to remove my disc wheel and replaced it with my trusty 808.
I was super clam leading up to the race: I had my transition setup perfectly and rehearsed it a few times in my head and I had backup plans for bad weather. Someone even asked me if I was racing because I seemed too laid back. But I knew there was no reason to be wound up: I was ultra prepared, there was no pressure to do well, no Kona slots on the line, just an opportunity to push myself as hard as I could. So at that, I put my iPod on Kanye West's "Diamonds are Forever" (a pre-race must) and headed for the start.
Swim: By the time my wave was launched the sky had turned grey. We swam a loop: going out and back the water was super choppy, but going across we were carried by the current. So I took advantage of the assistance and pushed it until my lats were screaming. I thought for sure the race would be called, so I figured I'd swim all out until then.
Bike: I didn't take T1 too seriously because the sky was crashing with thunder; I sped through knowing we'd be shut down on the bike course. As soon as I got on my bike lightning began to strike nearby and the skies opened up on us. This type of weather normally has me pulled over in my car waiting for it to pass. But this was different, this was a race and stopping would get me nowhere. I had waited two long, loooong months for this day and no storm could stop me. So I pushed on through, and I pushed pretty hard.
2 hours and 40 minutes later I was in T2, and baffled by how we weren't pulled from the course. The race was going to go on, and now the true test begins.
Run: The weather had began to calm and turned to a light sprinkle (which was a blessing for the run). I started out a little shaky, but after mile 1 I had found my legs and settled into my pace. I had 1 hour and 44 minutes to finish the 13.1 mile run and break a 5 hour finish time, so I decided to go for it. The course was out and back, it was pretty flat, and it was overcast - perfect running conditions. I hit the turnaround in 52 minutes, right on pace! I knew I had more left in me, so I kicked it up for the negative split.
The next three miles were tough but on the money. The sun began to rear its ugly head and the air was thick from the rain... but it was three more miles, I can do anything for three more miles. I continued to push through knowing it was going there was going to be a battle. I felt like I was starting to slow down so I checked my Garmin - 9:05 pace. Ahhh! Way off!! I willed my legs to move faster and was able to hold 8:10 until the next aid station. I didn't want to stop at all during the run, but I knew this one was necessary. I grabbed all the calories and sodium I could and managed shove it all down my throat and plow forward. I latched on to a guy who was keeping great pace and decided not to let him go, but about 5 minutes later my legs had a different plan.
The last three miles were killer and totally threw me off pace, but I was able to pull through and finish in 5:08 - good enough for a new PR, however, still placed me.. you guessed it... 2nd! I'm done with 2nd place. ;-)
I felt great, physically, throughout the entire day. Mentally I was challenged to stay focused throughout the elements. It was a tough day but man it felt good to race again!! I now know what's working and where I need to spend more time, so back to the drawing board to prep for the Big Dance... my A Race.
I'll keep you posted, until then train on!
That brings me to today; the day after the Muncie Endurathon. I've logged countless hours in the pool, on the bike, and around the track. I've ran so fast my heart almost jumped out of my mouth and tried to climb so hard that my legs actually fell off. I even got in the Ohio and swam until I had no shoulders left (but that was mainly because I was too grossed out to stay in longer than I had to)... and it all paid off. I finished the Muncie Endurathon in 5:08, a new PR (and yes, I'm still cursed by 2nd place... I'll explain later).
Race Morning: My alarm was set for 4:50, but at 4:40 I received a phone call. A friend who was also racing (and who likes to get to races incredibly early) was having car problems and needed a lift. I totally understand the importance of having a clear head race morning, so I did what I could to help a friend in need (car problems DON'T equal clear, calm mind) I hurried through my morning routine and headed over to the nearby hotel to scoop up my pal.
When we arrived there was a buzz about the oncoming storms. Apparently three hours away a large storm was rolling in with hail and lots of lightning. I took that as my cue to remove my disc wheel and replaced it with my trusty 808.
I was super clam leading up to the race: I had my transition setup perfectly and rehearsed it a few times in my head and I had backup plans for bad weather. Someone even asked me if I was racing because I seemed too laid back. But I knew there was no reason to be wound up: I was ultra prepared, there was no pressure to do well, no Kona slots on the line, just an opportunity to push myself as hard as I could. So at that, I put my iPod on Kanye West's "Diamonds are Forever" (a pre-race must) and headed for the start.
Swim: By the time my wave was launched the sky had turned grey. We swam a loop: going out and back the water was super choppy, but going across we were carried by the current. So I took advantage of the assistance and pushed it until my lats were screaming. I thought for sure the race would be called, so I figured I'd swim all out until then.
Bike: I didn't take T1 too seriously because the sky was crashing with thunder; I sped through knowing we'd be shut down on the bike course. As soon as I got on my bike lightning began to strike nearby and the skies opened up on us. This type of weather normally has me pulled over in my car waiting for it to pass. But this was different, this was a race and stopping would get me nowhere. I had waited two long, loooong months for this day and no storm could stop me. So I pushed on through, and I pushed pretty hard.
2 hours and 40 minutes later I was in T2, and baffled by how we weren't pulled from the course. The race was going to go on, and now the true test begins.
Run: The weather had began to calm and turned to a light sprinkle (which was a blessing for the run). I started out a little shaky, but after mile 1 I had found my legs and settled into my pace. I had 1 hour and 44 minutes to finish the 13.1 mile run and break a 5 hour finish time, so I decided to go for it. The course was out and back, it was pretty flat, and it was overcast - perfect running conditions. I hit the turnaround in 52 minutes, right on pace! I knew I had more left in me, so I kicked it up for the negative split.
The next three miles were tough but on the money. The sun began to rear its ugly head and the air was thick from the rain... but it was three more miles, I can do anything for three more miles. I continued to push through knowing it was going there was going to be a battle. I felt like I was starting to slow down so I checked my Garmin - 9:05 pace. Ahhh! Way off!! I willed my legs to move faster and was able to hold 8:10 until the next aid station. I didn't want to stop at all during the run, but I knew this one was necessary. I grabbed all the calories and sodium I could and managed shove it all down my throat and plow forward. I latched on to a guy who was keeping great pace and decided not to let him go, but about 5 minutes later my legs had a different plan.
The last three miles were killer and totally threw me off pace, but I was able to pull through and finish in 5:08 - good enough for a new PR, however, still placed me.. you guessed it... 2nd! I'm done with 2nd place. ;-)
I felt great, physically, throughout the entire day. Mentally I was challenged to stay focused throughout the elements. It was a tough day but man it felt good to race again!! I now know what's working and where I need to spend more time, so back to the drawing board to prep for the Big Dance... my A Race.
I'll keep you posted, until then train on!
Monday, May 5, 2008
Always a bridesmaid, never a bride
Do you know how many times I've been told that saying in the past month?!?! 2nd in Arizona and now 2nd in St. Croix, that's tough!
St. Croix was awesome; the best, most physically challenging race I've ever done. Overall, I'm very pleased with 2nd place. A stacked contingent showed up on race day; I was even told by one girl, "I'm going for the Kona slot. I'm out for blood." Needless to say I passed her early on the bike and made sure to look back and smile in the process. Back to the race...
SWIM: We had to swim about 200yds. through the bay to a small island for the start. The water was very choppy and clouds filled the sky. We got to watch the pros launch and before I knew it we were in the water chasing after them. I think I swam about a mile and a half out there, it was really tough to spot buoys through the waves. I made it out about five minutes off pace, but knew I could make it up on the bike.
BIKE: I tried to stay conservative early on the ride because I knew that Beast was looming ahead. There was an 8 mile loop that came back towards transition, then the 48 mile loop around the island made up the remainder. I passed my friend who was "out for blood" on the 8 mile loop... never saw her again. I came back in to town feeling strong despite the rain and strong winds. Heading back out all I could think about was Mile 20: The Beast. For any readers who are unaware of this Beast, it's a 7/10 mile climb averaging a 14-21% grade, peaking at 27%. To put this in perspective, most walls are built at 27% (maybe that's an exaggeration, but that's how it felt).
THE BEAST: You approach the Beast with a small climb to assure no rider has any speed propeling them uphill. Mile 19 is through rain forest so it's easy to get caught in the beauty around you, then the small climb and switchback and there it hits ya. I started out in my easiest gear pushing about 6mph and slowing... this was going to be a long climb. About 30 ft in to the climb my lungs constrict and I begin to wheeze uncontrollably. I stare down at my front wheel thinking one foot in front of the other. At this point I know I'm close to the top so I look up, damn... I haven't even passed the first of three switchbacks. Switchback # 1 welcomes you with a 21% grade, took it wide. Switchback #2 welcomes you with 27%, this turn was awful. Riders ahead gave me dirty looks for breathing so loud. I just starred down at the pavement as I passed them :) So at this point, I'm literally dying. I'm seeing flashes of red and can't even make out the top of the hill. There are locals running next to me cheering me on but I have no idea what they said. Then, I crossed the line, the peak, I had somehow conquered The Beast. I grabbed a water and geared up for the descent. Wow that sucked, still can't figure out how I made it up.
MORE BIKE: The rest of the ride consisted of normal St. Croix amenities: speed bumps, south shore headwinds, more 15% climbs, technical descents ( I saw about 10 crashes... hammerheads need to learn to use brakes when it rains!), and a big iguana that was ready to attack. It was the coolest and most difficult ride ever.
RUN: I was determined to run strong after my crap performance in Arizona. I has chased down two girls on the bike and knew there were two more ahead on the run. The course was a two loop run through a really cool resort. Lots of hills, spectators, sun, strong wind, and great ocean views. Before loop 2 I had caught and passed girl #1. At the turnaround I saw my support crew (ie my awesome Dad) who informed me I was eight minutes behind girl #2 with 7 miles to go. I decided to go for and it picked up the pace. Two miles into the run a friend told me I was 5 minutes back... I was going to catch her. The next two miles were hilly so I backed down and saved it for the final three. Coming out of the Buccaneer I picked it back up all the way home, but it just wasn't enough. I crossed the finish line completely spent; nothing more I could have done.
It was an awesome race, and while I didn't come away with a Kona slot I did claim Clearwater! So back to the drawing board, and as my brother says "My wedding day is coming!". Train on.
St. Croix was awesome; the best, most physically challenging race I've ever done. Overall, I'm very pleased with 2nd place. A stacked contingent showed up on race day; I was even told by one girl, "I'm going for the Kona slot. I'm out for blood." Needless to say I passed her early on the bike and made sure to look back and smile in the process. Back to the race...
SWIM: We had to swim about 200yds. through the bay to a small island for the start. The water was very choppy and clouds filled the sky. We got to watch the pros launch and before I knew it we were in the water chasing after them. I think I swam about a mile and a half out there, it was really tough to spot buoys through the waves. I made it out about five minutes off pace, but knew I could make it up on the bike.
BIKE: I tried to stay conservative early on the ride because I knew that Beast was looming ahead. There was an 8 mile loop that came back towards transition, then the 48 mile loop around the island made up the remainder. I passed my friend who was "out for blood" on the 8 mile loop... never saw her again. I came back in to town feeling strong despite the rain and strong winds. Heading back out all I could think about was Mile 20: The Beast. For any readers who are unaware of this Beast, it's a 7/10 mile climb averaging a 14-21% grade, peaking at 27%. To put this in perspective, most walls are built at 27% (maybe that's an exaggeration, but that's how it felt).
THE BEAST: You approach the Beast with a small climb to assure no rider has any speed propeling them uphill. Mile 19 is through rain forest so it's easy to get caught in the beauty around you, then the small climb and switchback and there it hits ya. I started out in my easiest gear pushing about 6mph and slowing... this was going to be a long climb. About 30 ft in to the climb my lungs constrict and I begin to wheeze uncontrollably. I stare down at my front wheel thinking one foot in front of the other. At this point I know I'm close to the top so I look up, damn... I haven't even passed the first of three switchbacks. Switchback # 1 welcomes you with a 21% grade, took it wide. Switchback #2 welcomes you with 27%, this turn was awful. Riders ahead gave me dirty looks for breathing so loud. I just starred down at the pavement as I passed them :) So at this point, I'm literally dying. I'm seeing flashes of red and can't even make out the top of the hill. There are locals running next to me cheering me on but I have no idea what they said. Then, I crossed the line, the peak, I had somehow conquered The Beast. I grabbed a water and geared up for the descent. Wow that sucked, still can't figure out how I made it up.
MORE BIKE: The rest of the ride consisted of normal St. Croix amenities: speed bumps, south shore headwinds, more 15% climbs, technical descents ( I saw about 10 crashes... hammerheads need to learn to use brakes when it rains!), and a big iguana that was ready to attack. It was the coolest and most difficult ride ever.
RUN: I was determined to run strong after my crap performance in Arizona. I has chased down two girls on the bike and knew there were two more ahead on the run. The course was a two loop run through a really cool resort. Lots of hills, spectators, sun, strong wind, and great ocean views. Before loop 2 I had caught and passed girl #1. At the turnaround I saw my support crew (ie my awesome Dad) who informed me I was eight minutes behind girl #2 with 7 miles to go. I decided to go for and it picked up the pace. Two miles into the run a friend told me I was 5 minutes back... I was going to catch her. The next two miles were hilly so I backed down and saved it for the final three. Coming out of the Buccaneer I picked it back up all the way home, but it just wasn't enough. I crossed the finish line completely spent; nothing more I could have done.
It was an awesome race, and while I didn't come away with a Kona slot I did claim Clearwater! So back to the drawing board, and as my brother says "My wedding day is coming!". Train on.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Greetings from St. Croix
Hello from sunny St. Croix. It's the morning before the big 70.3 and the town is shaping into Triahtlete World. The transition is being built on the waterfront and athletes are buzzing through town. As for me, I'm trying to take it easy. I got a great nights sleep and just had a breakfast of champions at the Avacodo Pit (mmm!) I'm getting ready to go drive the course to get a better handle on The Beast and the technicalities of the bike leg. Feeling great and am so ready to race. My body is feeling fully recovered (thanks to Bridgid!) and the course couldn't play any better to my strengths. Keep an eye on me tomorrow at www.stcroixtriathlon.com or www.ironman.com. See you at the finish!!
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Tough day at the office
So Ironman Arizona has come and gone, and man was it tough! In the days leading up to the race there was clamor of how the winds and temps were expected to be very mild and the race day conditions were seemingly ideal... guess we jinxed ourselves!
Race morning: I woke up at 4:15am feeling surprisingly refreshed and calm. I had my breakfast of champions consisting of oatmeal with soy milk, banana with peanut butter, and coffee (a staple!).
I arrived at transition around 5:20am to take care of business: I got body marked, checked my T1 and T2 bags one last time and took a mental snapshot of where they're located, loaded up my bike with nutrition and inflated my tires. Once all the pre-race prep was completed, I walked down the lake a bit to get away from the commotion and began my mental prep. I warmed up, stretched, and relaxed until about 6:15am.
At 6:30am the age groupers were called to post. I began the process of lubing up and putting on my wetsuit, and about 10 minutes later I was a big ball of neoprene. I wanted to get in the water early to warm up and scout out a good starting position. At 6:45am I jumped in and made my was 200 yd upstream to the line.
The sun had risen and was beaming down on us making it very difficult to spot ahead. The music went from somber to blaring, pump-you-up, you're-gonna-kick-some-booty music. And before I had time to think, the canon blew, and we were off.
The swim: I tend to not lose my cool in the water, even when there are a bunch of swimmers climbing over top of me. It was hard to stay calm with this pack of swimmers; I got elbowed in the head a few times and knocked around a bit, but I was able to eventually find my space and draft off someones toes. I got out of the water at 1:12, not too bad. I had my wetsuit ripped off by some great volunteers, zoomed through transition, and was off for a long ride.
The bike: This is my favorite part of the race! I settled into my rhythm pretty quickly and began passing all the stud swimmers who got out ahead of me. There was a gentle breeze which felt nice because I was already starting to feel the heat. I went a little slowed than expected going out on the first loop, but at the turn around I figured out why. We were taking on a headwind that became my best friend after the turnaround. I averaged about 16mph going out, and about 27-30mph coming back in. I hate headwinds but I just LOVE me some tailwind!
I tried not to push too hard into the headwind, I just sat nice and aero and prayed for that turnaround point to come to me. This is how a flat course becomes hilly. On the last return to town I pushed it a little harder to get my average above 19mph. I maintained about 30 to 31mph for the last 16 miles, it felt really good. However, when I got off me bike in T2 I could tell it may not have been the most strategic move.
The run: I knew a girl ahead of me in transition and I wanted to beat her out. I had a speedy T2, making sure to stop for sunblock on the way out (I learned my lesson in Hawaii when my race numbers were sun burnt into my arms for about a month after the race). Leaving transition in a hurry, I had no time to assess how I felt. About a quarter mile into the run, it hit me like a tin of bricks... I felt like shit. I couldn't breath, my heart rate skyrocketed, and I realized I hadn't peed since the swim (a really bad sign of dehydration). I stopped to fuel, let my HR settled and my GPS to link. I decided to bear down, push through, and think about nothing except staying on pace. It worked... for about a mile. I stopped about every mile to get a good amount of fluid, nutrition, electrolytes, and the ever-important sponges. It is so dry in Arizona that sweat evaporates right off your skin leaving your body with no mechanism for cooling. Each aid station I got into a routine of throwing water over my head, sticking sponges in my top, and carrying ice.
I knew I was still in second (AG) and with each lap my family would let me know I was gaining ground. There was just nothing more left in the tank to turn it up. I maintained a pretty steady 9:30 mile, far from the pace I was shooting for. I knew I had come this far and I wasn't going to quit now, but my body was screaming for a break.
I crossed the line at 11:36 minutes. I came in 2nd in my AG, and missed my goal time by about 36 minutes, but I had never been so happy to cross the line. I may not have qualified for the Big Show, but I overcame the demons in my head and found it within me to push through. This, for me, was the biggest battle of the day. Larger than overcoming any distance in swim, bike, and run, is overcoming the pain that's screaming for us to quit.
So tough day, but sweet victory. And don't think this is the end! I'm moving on to Plan B for Operation Kona. Next stop: St. Croix, US Virgin Islands. Three weeks away, Half IM, official Kona and Clearwater Qualifier, and home of "The Beast" one of the longest, steepest climbs of a North America Ironman race. At 16-21% incline for 7/10th of a mile, this is my kind of race!!
I'll keep you posted! Until then, train on.
Race morning: I woke up at 4:15am feeling surprisingly refreshed and calm. I had my breakfast of champions consisting of oatmeal with soy milk, banana with peanut butter, and coffee (a staple!).
I arrived at transition around 5:20am to take care of business: I got body marked, checked my T1 and T2 bags one last time and took a mental snapshot of where they're located, loaded up my bike with nutrition and inflated my tires. Once all the pre-race prep was completed, I walked down the lake a bit to get away from the commotion and began my mental prep. I warmed up, stretched, and relaxed until about 6:15am.
At 6:30am the age groupers were called to post. I began the process of lubing up and putting on my wetsuit, and about 10 minutes later I was a big ball of neoprene. I wanted to get in the water early to warm up and scout out a good starting position. At 6:45am I jumped in and made my was 200 yd upstream to the line.
The sun had risen and was beaming down on us making it very difficult to spot ahead. The music went from somber to blaring, pump-you-up, you're-gonna-kick-some-booty music. And before I had time to think, the canon blew, and we were off.
The swim: I tend to not lose my cool in the water, even when there are a bunch of swimmers climbing over top of me. It was hard to stay calm with this pack of swimmers; I got elbowed in the head a few times and knocked around a bit, but I was able to eventually find my space and draft off someones toes. I got out of the water at 1:12, not too bad. I had my wetsuit ripped off by some great volunteers, zoomed through transition, and was off for a long ride.
The bike: This is my favorite part of the race! I settled into my rhythm pretty quickly and began passing all the stud swimmers who got out ahead of me. There was a gentle breeze which felt nice because I was already starting to feel the heat. I went a little slowed than expected going out on the first loop, but at the turn around I figured out why. We were taking on a headwind that became my best friend after the turnaround. I averaged about 16mph going out, and about 27-30mph coming back in. I hate headwinds but I just LOVE me some tailwind!
I tried not to push too hard into the headwind, I just sat nice and aero and prayed for that turnaround point to come to me. This is how a flat course becomes hilly. On the last return to town I pushed it a little harder to get my average above 19mph. I maintained about 30 to 31mph for the last 16 miles, it felt really good. However, when I got off me bike in T2 I could tell it may not have been the most strategic move.
The run: I knew a girl ahead of me in transition and I wanted to beat her out. I had a speedy T2, making sure to stop for sunblock on the way out (I learned my lesson in Hawaii when my race numbers were sun burnt into my arms for about a month after the race). Leaving transition in a hurry, I had no time to assess how I felt. About a quarter mile into the run, it hit me like a tin of bricks... I felt like shit. I couldn't breath, my heart rate skyrocketed, and I realized I hadn't peed since the swim (a really bad sign of dehydration). I stopped to fuel, let my HR settled and my GPS to link. I decided to bear down, push through, and think about nothing except staying on pace. It worked... for about a mile. I stopped about every mile to get a good amount of fluid, nutrition, electrolytes, and the ever-important sponges. It is so dry in Arizona that sweat evaporates right off your skin leaving your body with no mechanism for cooling. Each aid station I got into a routine of throwing water over my head, sticking sponges in my top, and carrying ice.
I knew I was still in second (AG) and with each lap my family would let me know I was gaining ground. There was just nothing more left in the tank to turn it up. I maintained a pretty steady 9:30 mile, far from the pace I was shooting for. I knew I had come this far and I wasn't going to quit now, but my body was screaming for a break.
I crossed the line at 11:36 minutes. I came in 2nd in my AG, and missed my goal time by about 36 minutes, but I had never been so happy to cross the line. I may not have qualified for the Big Show, but I overcame the demons in my head and found it within me to push through. This, for me, was the biggest battle of the day. Larger than overcoming any distance in swim, bike, and run, is overcoming the pain that's screaming for us to quit.
So tough day, but sweet victory. And don't think this is the end! I'm moving on to Plan B for Operation Kona. Next stop: St. Croix, US Virgin Islands. Three weeks away, Half IM, official Kona and Clearwater Qualifier, and home of "The Beast" one of the longest, steepest climbs of a North America Ironman race. At 16-21% incline for 7/10th of a mile, this is my kind of race!!
I'll keep you posted! Until then, train on.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Aww Poop!
So the Iornman World Championship Lottery winners were posted tonight and my big bro didn't get the bid. This sucks. Not one of the winners desrves to race on Ali'i Drive as much as Sean does.
This leaves me with only one option. Sean, you're just going to have to qualify for Kona. You know you can do it and you've got a bomb coach who will help. I'll look into the races, you just get to trainin'.
This leaves me with only one option. Sean, you're just going to have to qualify for Kona. You know you can do it and you've got a bomb coach who will help. I'll look into the races, you just get to trainin'.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Here we go...
So it's about 11:00 at night. I'm flying out before 6:00am tomorrow morning, but I can't sleep. Hours logged on the trainer, pavement, and crappy 25 yd pool have culminated to this weekend that has finally arrived. Leading up to tonight, when people ask if I'm ready I would respond "Ready or not" as if that somehow got me out of responding truthfully with "I'm completley freaked out". However, after some soul searching, I've come to realize a few key points about racing that not many people figure out until after the fact... so here they are:
- No one really cares about how good I do. Think about it, of course I have family and friends who wish I succeed, but do you think they remeber what place I finished in my last race, or if I met my goal time? We put so much pressure on oursleves as atheletes to the point of illness because we feel we need to perform to others expectations, when in reality nobody cares!
- I know exactly how well I'll perform. I know exactly what my capabilities are for each leg of the race through hours of training, heart rate monitoring, and practice races. It's when I leave reality and begin to wonder what if... what if I finish top ten and qualify to turn pro?! What if I can shave a whole hour off my previous time? Then I come back to reality, look at my training and capabilities and begin to set realistic goals worth grinding it out for, goals that are attainable for ME.
- It ain't worth getting all worked up over. Before each Ironman I go around to my close friends and family and apologize for my month-long crabby attitude and thank them for putting up with it. In the grand scheme of things, we register for these races to accomplish something great, not to poo on everyone around us in the process. If you can't enjoy the experience then don't sign your your life away to a full time job known as Ironman training. Accept that everyone else will toe the line having missed key workouts. It happens. It's called life. Deal with it.
While the tone of this post may sound a little sarcastic, there is depth. I've figured out the very important lesson of how to remove my pressures and anxiety. I'm now looking towards Sunday with tenacity, not fear. I'm going to go out and leave it all on the course because that's all that I can control. I have no idea the quality of competitors who will be out there with me, and I can't control how fast they finish. But the one thing I can control is me, my attitude, my performance. I know exactly how hard to push because I've done it before. And while I can't control the time I'll cross the line, I know I'll be on E when I do so, because on Sunday I'll lay it all out on the line, I'll focus all of my energy on me, and whether I cross in 10 hours or 17 hours I will have pushed myself to my limit because that's all I can do, and that's all I can control. Train on.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
And we're live!
Welcome to Iron Endurance, a resource for useful (and useless) and entertaining information. Check back periodically to journey through the racing season. For now, here's a preview:
April 13th kicks off the season opener with Ironman Arizona! Track me at www.ironman.com on race day. Training leading up to the race has remained indoors due to the weather, however, I did take advantage of an opportunity to train on the course at a Multisports Race Camp (www.multisports.com - check them out, they're great!). It was a tough weekend but I was pleasantly surprised; long hours on the trainer were paying off!
April 15th is the Ironman World Championships lottery drawing! For Christmas, I decided to enter my brother, Sean, into the lottery. I haven't quite figured out if he's more excited or freaked out about the fact that he may have a slot to the Big Dance; I'll definitely keep you posted!
For now, stay in touch and check out the site www.ironendurance.com. Happy Training!
April 13th kicks off the season opener with Ironman Arizona! Track me at www.ironman.com on race day. Training leading up to the race has remained indoors due to the weather, however, I did take advantage of an opportunity to train on the course at a Multisports Race Camp (www.multisports.com - check them out, they're great!). It was a tough weekend but I was pleasantly surprised; long hours on the trainer were paying off!
April 15th is the Ironman World Championships lottery drawing! For Christmas, I decided to enter my brother, Sean, into the lottery. I haven't quite figured out if he's more excited or freaked out about the fact that he may have a slot to the Big Dance; I'll definitely keep you posted!
For now, stay in touch and check out the site www.ironendurance.com. Happy Training!
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