Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Transitions

T1 and T2 are the easy transitions.  Well, you may forget to take off your cap and googles, or struggle getting out of your wetsuit.  You might take forever putting on your shoes and forget your race number (by the way, I've done all of these).  But really, these are the easy ones. 

These days I find I am trying an even tougher transition.  On-season to OFF-season.  Yep, there are absolutely no races planned on my calendar in the near future.  Sure, I could find some 5ks or 10ks and put them on the schedule.  And I still have the race voice in my head that says c'mon let's go!!!  But now non-racer chick voice is there saying, maybe you should just have another cookie.  There will be plenty of races next year.  Humpf.  What's a "now I love racing" girl to do?  

Apparently, there will be plenty of LSD.  Once again peeps, minds out of the gutter.  We are talking Long Slow Distance.  Base building at its finest.  Swimming 3000 meters.  Straight.  Running 10, 15 miles.  Yes, also without breaks.  No speed.  3-4 hour bike rides with no particular place to go or hills to climb.  And you know what?  It sounds almost nice.  Like maybe this could be fun too!  

So, I shall embrace the off-season, in fact, I believe it is the NEW on-season!  And, who knows.  Maybe I will find a little 10k.  Or a swim meet.  I mean really, we wouldn't want to get race-rusty, right?  

Another transition I am dealing with?  Check out these photos.  It's true, I am now a 4-eyed gal.  This is probably proving tougher than the off-season transition.  Glasses?  On someone who has not worn anything but sunglasses her ENTIRE life?  Yikes.  

My true feelings about wearing glasses

Yea, I know.  I'm no Sarah Palin......and the kitchen is STILL dirty

How about my girls?  Look at these adorable pictures

Isabelle is a midnight fairy

Charlotte?  What else, Super Girl!

Peace out.  Happy Halloween!  

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Denver Half Marathon Pictures

Sonja, Me, Lisa


Practical Coaching after the race - can you tell what a beautiful day it was??

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Denver Half Marathon

It's hard to believe but today I did my first half marathon.  I have attempted a half twice before....the first one I never even got to the start line due to tasting the Easter Bunny Cake batter.  Yep, came down with salmonella poisoning the night before the 2007 Platte River Half.  I was sick for 3 weeks.  Public service announcement:  eating cake batter with RAW EGGS can be very, very, very bad for your health.  The second time I attempted a half was just a couple of months ago:  the Pikes Peak Ascent.  Sure, it was uphill (to 14,000 feet to be exact) the entire way and I'm sure my time would have resembled a full marathon time but hey, it was going to be a half.  Well, I ended up doing 18 miles.  Sure, I've done a marathon (Denver Marathon 2007), lots of training runs of 10, 12, 14, 16, 18 miles long.  But never the OFFICIAL HALF.  

So today was the day!  PIC Sonja and I rode our bikes from the Rez to the Capitol for a nice warm-up.  It was 5:15 and dark! But we had a nice chat and NO pre-race nerves which was kind of strange.  I think I was more nervous about riding in the dark but that ended up being a non-event!  The only issue was the cold, by the time we met Troy (Son's hubby) at their car, my hands were cold and my feet were numb. It was 6:40 and the race started at 7.  And the line to the porta-potty???  About a zillion miles long.  There was NO way we were going to get through that line and make 7.  So, we did what any rational racer does, find an appropriate tree to pee.  Ours just happened to be in front of the courthouse.  Now I apologize in advance for the following details, but grow up, it's just poop.  Yes, I only pooped once before leaving the house at 4:50am.  And if you know me, you know I need at least 2 pre-race poops to feel good and ready to go.  Well, that just wasn't going to happen today.  NOPE.  But, whaddya going to do?  I lined up at the start, wishing I had gone #2, and started to run.

I had very specific race instructions today from Steve:  the first 2 miles at 8:45, then descend each mile by :05 from there.  That would be approximately 7:55 for the last mile.  In a perfect world.  First mile?  8:55.  Oops a bit slow but not a bad start, my heart rate was LOW.  So I picked it up a bit.  I missed my second mile split (turned out to be 8), and then looked down for mile three.  Oops.  8:00.  Huh, I should have been around an 8:40.  I was a bit concerned because it seemed too fast.  But my heart rate was still under control and I felt good.  Clearly 8's were the pace for me today because the next several miles I just kept hitting 8.   So my new strategy was to keep steady.  Now for a poop update:  I kept passing porta-pottys thinking I should stop in, but nothing was ever urgent enough, just that I should probably go feeling.  But I didn't stop because it just seemed a waste of time.  I hoped that this decision wouldn't end badly....Especially now that I was knocking down 8's, I couldn't remember the pace chart but I knew this could be good.  Even at mile 9 up the hill at Cheesman Park, 7:59.  And it was here that I started to feel I was working.  But I only had 3 miles left.  My last three miles:  7:34, 7:36, 7:21.  So, I guess all in all, I descended my miles and stuck to my original plan.   The last mile was really great, I started hurting a bit and my heart rate was climbing.  I heard someone shout my name (THANKS!) and I picked it up.  Then I saw PIC and managed a smile until she told me to get moving and finish with everything I had.  That made for a long 2 blocks. 

It was a really fun morning and the weather couldn't have been any better especially after last year's suffer-fest (drizzle, cloudy, COLD).  The course is great - running through downtown, past Coors Field, to 17th and City Park, then on to Cheesman Park and up Lincoln to the finish.  I kept thinking about the marathon last year, that was also an amazing day but for many different reasons.  And this year I was sooooo happy to make the turn today for the half.  

At the finish, I met up with all the fabulous Practical Coaching crew.  It seems that everyone had great races!  But the best part?  Seeing my girlfriend Lisa at the finish.  It was a bittersweet day for her as her family had to put their awesome dog Chaco (and Primo's buddie) to sleep on Friday and she misses him terribly.  But it was her 1st half and she knocked it out of the park!  And she did this in her brand new age group: 40-44. Happy 40th Birthday Lisa!!  

We all went for breakfast afterwards and had a great time talking, planning, catching up, and whatever else came to mind.  I finally got home and although I didn't feel my best (yep, issue #2) the family headed over to the community fall festival for pony rides, pumpkin painting, apple cider and more.  What a great day!

Results you ask?  In my last race as a 39 year old:
1:46:00 (8:05/mile I think)
22 out of 486 (not bad for an old lady!!!) 

Peace Out:)




Sunday, October 12, 2008

Mexico

Katie, me, Anita hanging at the pool bar

Laura, Michelle, Lesa, Steph, Anita, Kristin, Katie and Lisa

Lesa and her henna tattoo 

Here are my favorite memories from Girls 40 Weekend!

Crunchy bloody marys
Ants!
Running "pick-ups" with Lisa
It's noon somewhere
Mayan sacrafice (that didn't happen....Lesa)
Lounge chairs
Getting pushed into the pool
Mudslides (go figure, no margaritas)
Mojitos
Marengue w/ Jose "the same the same the same"
Babysitting Steph (or was it Foster?)
Jimmy!!!
I kissed a girl and I liked it...
Henna tattoos
David and his awesome hands (clean it up people....poolside massage)
We left 5 hours ago and you are still in the same place when we left you (lounge chair on the beach surprise surprise)
Midnight pizza
5am thunder storm
She's a bitch!

Anyway, it was an awesome weekend with my buddies.  It's hard to believe that I have known these amazing women for so long.  Katie, Kristin and I were roomies in college and I met Katie the year before swimming (incredibly talented swimmer).  I met Lisa through Katie and we had a finance class together with a professor that had such a strong accent (the "yell" and the "x" axis) that I'm not sure how we passed because we could barely understand him!  The rest of the ladies I met shortly after college and we have been there for each other ever since.....dating, breaking up, engagements, marriage, babies, jobs, unemployment.  You name it, we have probably been through it together - the good, bad and ugly.  I can't say enough about these women, they are truly wonderful and I am incredibly blessed to know them!

GSW '09.......I can't wait!



Monday, October 6, 2008

Tick Tock

The clock is ticking......

Gold Coast Australia

I just received the official Team USA invite to participate in the 2009 Triathlon World Championships.....in Australia!!!  Yikes, so now Michael and I have to finally address the elephant (or T-Rex) that has been hanging around in our house for the last couple of weeks since Nationals.

There's the cost.  There's the distance.  There's the time - vacation time from work, possible time away from my cute kiddos.  Family?  Couples trip?  Girls trip with Sonja??? Oh, and did I mention the cost?  And, have you seen the markets lately?  

But, there's also the excitement of competing in....Worlds!!!!  I mean really, how cool would that be?  And exploring a place that I have ALWAYS wanted to see (I studied Australia in my international marketing class in business school).  Opportunity is knocking.  AHHHHHH!!!!  

So, the clock is ticking.  My deadline for accepting the spot is October 20......  

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Happy Birthday Isabelle

Isabelle at 6 months

And today, the happy b-day girl



Oh my, my first baby is turning 6 today.  Holy Moly.  Once again, I am absolutely stunned at how fast time flies.  Was it really six years ago that Michael and I went to the hospital, watched a movie, watched a Broncos game, watched another movie, pushed for 2+ hours, and along came Isabelle?  

We had a great family "party" for her at Red Robin the other night with Nana and Capa, and Aunt Coli and John, and her friend Adriana.  Tonight, however, was just the four of us.  Isabelle wanted to go the Dusty Boot for macaroni and cheese (of course), and then we got home, opened presents and ate cake!  Yep, it was homemade too.....going for homemaker/mother of the year!!!  Little does she know, she has a FUN weekend ahead of her including a sleepover at Adriana's house and a trip to the Georgetown Railroad Loop. 

But now, it's time for me to finish up packing.  Me and the girlies (Kristin, Katie, Lesa, Lisa, Steph, Laura and Anita) are heading to Mexico to try to locate the bottom of a glass.  Please wish us luck.  HA!  All of us have know each other since around college days and we are all turning the BIG 4-0 this year.  And we determined several months back that the only proper way to celebrate was to drag our asses to the nearest lounge chairs in Mexico.  I don't know if I will have pictures when I get back.  This may be an "undocumented" trip.  

Adios Amigos!

P.S.  Gracias Miguel for-a el trip-0 (my spanish is pretty horrible).  Por favor kiss-o las ninas para mi. Te quiero mucho!