Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Hawaii Pictures

Last Monday morning after returning from Kansas, the girls of the family headed to the airport to fly to Maui with a quick stop in San Francisco. I only had 3 hours of sleep and absolutely no recovery time from the 70.3 race, but really who's complaining when the end destination is Hawaii??? One flight puking incident (no, it wasn't me) on some unsuspecting passengers (they were very kind), an expensive stop to re-clothe the sick child in the university shop at the airport, and a broken DVD player (NOOOOOOOO!!!), we finally arrived in Maui....one of my all time favorite places.

I lived here for a summer back in 1989 and honestly, the place just hasn't changed much since then. Of course there has been lots of resort development but the essence of the place feels the same. I just look out onto the water and I somehow feel like I am home. If I ever win the lottery you will know where to find me!!

Here are some pictures from the quick Hawaii trip. The girls and I had a fabulous time!! We did, however, miss Michael/daddy tremendously.

No ka oi.....Maui sunset with Molokini to the right

My little swimmer girl Charlotte

Isabelle and Charlotte at the pirate pool

At the wedding

At the beach, notice the HUGE surf in the background!

Tahitian dancers

A hammerhead shark at the aquarium

Another quality picture of me

Fun underwater shots

Monday, June 29, 2009

June 22 -29 Update

Weekly Update
Monday: Masters 5400 yards
Tuesday: "Free" swim.....not sure what that actually means but I swam in my new TYR swim suit for 30 minutes!!
Thursday: 30 minutes easy w/ pull buoy
Saturday: Gravel pond 6 x island/back
***As a note this is the most I have swam in months!!!!

Monday: 1 hour at Chatfield (no Garmin have no idea miles)
Wednesday: 156.2 miles (from Boulder to Wiggins and back), 9 hours. Awesome.
Sunday: 43 miles. Fast

Tuesday: Track
Friday: 8 miles
Saturday: 8 miles

Weights/abs x 1

OK this week. Had a hard time with time change and travel, woke up with headaches until mid-week.

Recovered very well from big ride!

Good, can't wait for next race. Was bummed I missed Loveland.

Allergies blah blah blah.

Good "build" week, although I missed my brick run after aggressive ride Sunday due to family commitments. Body feels good, mind feels good. Ready to hit it again this week!

Monday, June 22, 2009

Nicole's Wedding

After the race on Sunday, I raced to the airport (thanks Anthony's parents for the ride!!) to get on a flight home, so that I could race to the airport Monday morning with the girls, to get to Hawaii for my sister Nicole's wedding!!!  Phew!!  We arrived in Maui Monday afternoon and the wedding was on Tuesday night.  It was a small, intimate and beautiful wedding.  And it was exactly what Nicole (and John) wanted which made it even more special.  I am sooooo happy that I was able to witness the nuptials with my girls.  (Michael was missed more than I can say)  Here are a few photos.....

My dad and John

My girls

Nicole and John

Love the look on her face, what were they talking about?  Anyway, look at how gorgeous the day and scenery were (and the bride and groom of course)

Kapalua Bay is pretty popular for weddings....there were 2 others going on at sunset!

The happy couple!

Finally, Kansas 70.3 Race Report

OK, it's been 8 days since Kansas and I will do my best to remember and document everthing that happened.  But to sum it up?  Awesome.  Going into my first half-ironman distance, I have to admit to having relatively low expectations.  In fact, I made the "panic" phone call to Steve the week before saying that I didn't think I was ready, not in good enough shape etc.  Then reality took over and I realized that I have done an amazing amount of work going into this race.  I kept thinking about all of the long training days that I have done and realized that this distance, in terms of time, was really nothing out of the ordinary.  Sure, putting together a half marathon after riding 56 miles would be different (or difficult....) but I knew that I could put myself out there for 5 1/2 hours.  

I left on Friday morning with Michele and Anthony Beeson.  They were kind enough to drive us and our bikes to Kansas and I got to hang out in the back seat with Barry.  After some clever engineering tactics by Anthony, we got the bikes loaded and we were off.   Boredom for me set in about 30 minutes later and I started texting PIC who then set me up on Twitter. (@michelleford6p for anyone who wants to follow!) That kept me going for awhile until my phone battery starting getting low!!!  But really, it was an easy drive and 8 hours later we arrived in Kansas.  Of course the room we checked into was a smoking room!  I am not kidding!!!  As soon as we walked into the room I thought I had smoked a pack of cigarettes, it was horrible.  There were only 2 other rooms available at the hotel and they were smoking as well so we went with the least offensive of the 3.  Yuck.  To top it off, we ended up smelling like smokers.  Oh well, we headed out to dinner and called it a night.  

Saturday was course recon, packet pick-up, and bike drop-off in transition.  We took the scenic route to the race site and a got a pretty good idea of how the bike course would be:  up then down then up then down then up then down.  You get the idea.  Nothing terribly steep or long, just kind of relentless.  The entire PC gang was waiting for us and we got on our bikes and rode the run course.  Nothing too exciting about the run except for one big downhill and then turn around and go up it again.  And do that twice since it was a 2 loop course.  

The neat thing about this race was the military presence.  There were teams of military personnel, Operation Rebound (from the front line to the starting line), and individuals who were competing.  It was pretty cool to be amongst our troops.  

Me and Beth in a HUGE helicopter - it could hold 2 fully loaded hum-vees!

We'll just say that there was a "bachelor" party at one of the campgrounds along the run course.  I couldn't wait to see her again on the run!


Doreen, Beth, and me.  Team PC had females represented in almost all the age-groups!

Race morning started early.....3:20am!  Transition opened at 4:45 and there was limited parking at the race site and we are all Type A's soooo.....need I say more?  For me, things weren't going as smoothly as normal on a race morning.  Shall I say I was waiting for shit to happen and leave it at that??  Beth and I were hanging out and having our pre-race moments (love these) and finally things started moving along for both of us!!!  LOL

Anyway, one of the hard parts of this race for me was all the variables that I needed to prepare for......weather-wise.  The forecast was pretty awful:  rainshowers by 7:30am, flooding, hail, lightening etc.  My swim wave was at 6:42 so I figured all this would happen while I was on the bike.  Would I need arm warmers?  Rain jacket?  Would we get pulled from the course due to lightening (happened last year)?  I packed my running shoes and socks in plastic baggies in T2 so that I would at least have dry feet momentarily on the run if it came down to that.  As we drove to the race site though, there was cloud lightening.  Darn it, I thought the swim would be cancelled, and I like the swim!  But as the sun came up, there was no lightening.  There was no rain.  Yet.  It was cloudy but the temp was great.  So with a few final preparation (and yes, another port-o-potty stop!  For those keeping track at home, that would be 4) I pulled my wetsuit on and got in line for the start.  

I was mellow and quite frankly, happy at the start.  I wasn't nervous, I was excited.  I was surprisingly relaxed.  I lined up in my usual place at the start and noticed that only a handful of girls were toeing the start line of the swim right up front with me and the majority of my wave were in the backseat, so to speak.  Somehow I spaced out at the start for probably 1 second and because of that I took a hard kick to my upper right thigh.  Ohhhhhh, Owwwwww!  That was a first, I have never been kicked nor have I ever kicked anyone at a start.  I felt the muscle tighten and I thought it was going to be a cramp, it hurt like hell.  I put my head down and relaxed and got the hell away from the girl that kicked me, and then the cramp let go.  Phew!  That could have been bad.  I saw one girl in front of me but I was sticking to my plan of a "casual" swim and I let her go.  Almost immediately I was in swim traffic, the water was not clear so I swam up on a couple of people in front of me and had to dodge several other swimmers along the way.  But the nice part of being in the second wave of age-groupers was by the time I hit the last straight-away, I had no one ahead of me and it was smooth swimming the remainder of the way.  I'd love to say I felt great but I really didn't but I didn't feel awful either.  However, I was surprised at my time.....29:11, I did think it would be a bit faster.  I was second out of the water for my wave. 

I heard some great cheering coming out and it's always so humbling to have people you don't know cheering for you.  And then the people I do know!  I heard Troy.....I swear that man's booming voice gets me going every time.....I heard Syd out there too as I entered transition.  I'm so used to an Oly distance race where you gotta get in and get out FAST.  But not this time, I put on socks, put my stuff in the bag so it could get transferred, helmet and I was ready to go. The cheering coming out of transition again was awesome and then I figured out that I was one of the first few age-group women on the bike course!  

The goal on the bike was to spin it out the first 5 miles before getting into the big ring.  So that's what I did getting out of the park.  The spectator support was just fantastic but as I left the park I was out on my own.  One of my other goals for the bike was to have fun for 56 miles, to smile, and enjoy the day.  It was a bit eerie though, as I was only getting passed every once in a while at first by the guys I had passed during the swim.  Lots of sperm helmets and disk wheels!!  But no women were passing me.   It started to rain a bit but never a down pour.  I settled in and noticed that the course was marked every 5 miles.  Great!! Now I had something to help me out with nutrition!  Every time I saw the mile sign I took a drink out of my bottle.  And every half hour to 45 minutes I took a gel.  This, I knew, would be tough....getting in enough nutrition to hold me for the entire race.  But seeing those signs really made my job easier.  I kept checking my heart rate too, just to make sure I was in the proper range.  Every time I checked I was exactly where I wanted to be, and after 15 miles my legs finally let loose of the cobwebs and I felt I could push more.  Around mile 20 I caught the lead girl in my age group and was now in first position for my age group.  About this time too I got caught up in a group of guys who were drafting off of each other.  I was trying to get around them but every time I passed them, one of them would immediately pass me back.  Grrrrrr.  One of them was an Australian who said something to me......either it was encouraging or mean....but I couldn't understand a word of what he said!  I hung with these guys for a couple of miles but then realized I was a tad bit high on my heart rate and really not into the drafting scene so I let them go off of the front.  At about mile 40, a gal from my age group passed me.  Well, with the disk wheel she had, passed may not be the accurate word.  She FLEW by me.  And so I was in second again.  The miles just kept ticking by and the hills just kept coming, it really was relentless. Even though I say relentless, I have to admit I really liked this course.  The hills seemed to be just my size and I felt very strong the entire way through.  At about mile 50 I realized that I was almost done with the bike, and now had to run a half marathon......HA!  All in all though I felt great throughout the bike and was ready to test the legs on the run.  And the weather??? Thank goodness the meteorologists in Kansas City are as accurate as the ones in Colorado - only a couple of rainy moments.  No hail, lightening, or flooding.  
2:47 (20.0mph ave.)

Coming off the bike I did nothing fancy like a flying dismount.  Heck, I don't even like doing those in an Oly!!!  I didn't even take off my shoes.  I just didn't know how my legs would feel...would I even be able to walk???  I was definitely stiff in my lower back (expected) but my legs were OK.  I put on my dry shoes and socks, grabbed my visor and race number and got out of transition.  

Leaving T2, I saw Troy and Annie (Sonja's super family) right away and then Sydney and a couple of her pals a bit further up.  I believe I gave them a huge smile but it may have looked more like a grimace, not sure.  But I felt good and knew I was on my way to meeting my goal of having fun.  The bike had gone well, and now I just had to put 13 good miles on my legs.  I quit thinking of it as a half marathon at this point because it seemed a bit overwhelming and I just started to tick off the miles.  Those first couple of miles though.....well, there's no other way to say it.  They hurt. It took almost 20 minutes for me to feel like I was in good form.  The crowd was awesome - I heard my name a few times and it was incredible.  It made me want to go fast!!!!  (BTW, there were some people cheering for me and I couldn't figure out who they were....so THANK YOU and leave some comment love so that I can cheer for YOU next race!)  But I couldn't do that (not that I could) or I would risk a blow-up of epic proportions.  So I glanced at my watch to make sure I was in my range and sure enough, I was.  Good.  I saw Steve, he looked strong.  I high fived Sonja she looked great.  I saw Keith and Beth and they looked fantastic too. My body felt horrible and I just tried not to think about it.  I also had to remember nutrition.....and to keep getting liquid and calories down my gullet.  The sun finally made a appearance and it was getting hot.  At each aid station I took Gatorade (well I tried....I'm not real accurate with the cup but managed a gulp or two!) and a sponge.  

Finishing up lap #1.

As I finished up lap 1, I knew I was keeping a decent pace.  And I knew there was still a possibility of blowing up.  But more than anything I knew that I could do it.  Finish it and hold onto 2nd place.  I saw the 1st place girl and wanted to wheel her in but I wasn't gaining any time on her so I completely focused on getting to the finish line.  I was more than half way done with the run and every step I took got me closer to the finish.  I felt in control of my race and counted down the miles......5, 4, 3....and then I had 2 miles left.  Yippee!!!  But I was hurting again....really my feet were killing me.  But not enough to stop or slow down.  And then I was at the finish chute.  And Mike Reilly (of Ironman announcing fame) saying, "Michelle Ford from Aurora, Colorado".  It was unbelievable.  I pumped my fists in the air and checked my watch. Holy Moly.  5:03?  WTF?  In all my pre-race calculations, I only came up with a 5:15.???  I had no idea how I got that time but everything hit me like a ton of bricks (yellow bricks, see picture below) and all I had left was tears.  Well, sob actually.  Thank goodness PIC was there at the finish too and she gave me a big hug and I just cried.  It. Was. Awesome. 

Anthony, Beth, Keith, me at the finish

Oh, and the run??? I managed to PR off the bike with a 1:42.    And I held onto 2nd place in my age group.  And I grabbed a slot to the 70.3 World Championships in Clearwater in November.  

Me and Coach Extraordinaire Steve having a "moment".  I may still be crying.

PIC Sonja had a kick butt race and placed 2nd in her age group too.  And we're heading to Florida together.  Of course!!  Sisters from another mother.  And father.  Whatever.  

Awards were actual yellow bricks.  Very cool.  

Team Practical Coaching had a stellar day - we nabbed 4 Clearwater spots.  I can't tell you how happy I am that Anthony and Steve will be joining Son and I.  Beth had a 4th place age group finish and just missed a Clearwater spot, we will miss her:(  There were also many PR's among the group and as always, I am so proud to be a part of this wonderful team.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

I'm Baaack

Whew, this past week has been a whirlwind!  First was the road trip to Kansas last Friday, followed by my first 70.3 race (BTW thanks all for the well wishes!!).  Second was the flight back Sunday night from Kansas to make absolutely sure I made the 6:00am flight Monday morning to San Fran/Maui.  Third was actually traveling with my lovely daughters sans hubby which is probably what I was most worried about!  Then came my sister's wedding (beautiful) on Tuesday followed by lots of trips up and down the pool slide, teaching the girls how to body surf, making sure no one got swept away in the ocean etc.  Last, but not least, was the overnight flight back home!!!  To be sure, I am exhausted.  So are the girls.  But we are so happy to be home!  Now we are off to Boulder for Michael's first packet pick-up and his first tri tomorrow on Father's Day.  Phew!  It's going to be fun.....but no time for blogging.

Upcoming posts/thoughts:  Kansas race report (this one will be looooong); Nutrition thoughts; Hawaii pictures!  

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Kansas Bound

Tomorrow the second road-trip of the year begins....I'm heading off to Lawrence, Kansas!  I'll be hopping in the car with Michele, Anthony, and Barry.  And then on Sunday at 6:42am, I begin my 70.3 journey:  1.2 mile swim, 56 mile bike, 13.1 mile run.  Zowie!!  I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous but really my anxiety level right now is pretty low.  This is going to be a pretty cool experience and it looks like the pro field is stacking up.  Tim DeBoom (Hot) and Chrissie Wellington (Way Hot) are the top contenders and it'll be interesting if I see them out on the course.  My legs are coming back to me after the last week of training and should be raring to go on Sunday morning.  

If you're interested in keeping track of me, www.ironman.com has a live athlete tracker that shows swim/bike/run splits.  

After the race, the real fun begins!!  I fly back from Kansas Sunday night and then hop on another flight Monday morning.....off to Aloha land.  I am so happy that I will be able to witness my sister's wedding to her wonderful fiance John on Tuesday!  And I'm dragging the girls along with me.  Sadly, this was all pretty last minute and Michael won't be able to join us:(  It also means I will miss one of my favorite races - Loveland Lake to Lake - next weekend  but considering where I'll be instead, I'm gettin' over it!

I'll do my best to get a race report up ASAP but we'll see.....

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Stormy Sunday

You gotta love spring weather in Colorado.  About 2 hours ago I was riding under sunny skies right about where this funnel cloud formed.  But this afternoon the nasty clouds moved in, the tornado sirens went off, and we headed to the basement.  Except that I went outside first to get a picture of this!  We are still in the midst of a tornado and thunderstorm warning....the kids are all fired up and all I want to do is take a nap:)  More on that in the next post.  Hopefully I won't get any more pictures!

Friday, June 5, 2009


It's been one of those weeks. You know the ones, you see it on your calendar.  You know it's coming.  And you know why it's there.  Those weeks of intense workouts.  Of swims you grit your teeth through and hope hope hope that is the last set.  Of bike races and tt interval work.  Of track sessions that look something like 4 x 2000.  Followed the next day by a 65 mile bike in the mountains and a 6 mile run, fast and hard.  So as much as you think you may dread the "work" week ahead, you kind of in a weird way can't wait for it to begin.  These are the kinds of weeks I don't talk too much about because I get that familiar look....the are you out of your mind look.  You know the look.  And you've only talked about Monday, the first day of your week.  So with a sense of apprehension, because you know the hurt locker has your name on it this week, you go and get it done.  And you do it with a bit of a smile on your face.  Why?  Because this is the stuff that we love.  The stuff that makes us hurt and beg for mercy.  And most importantly, it's the work that we know will give us the advantage and the confidence on race day.  

Steve put it out there on the schedule.  I saw the work and I knew it would be hard.  I just finished up a 20 hour week, which included a rest day and one day with only an hour swim.  Wednesday was the day we had the crazy brick, Shadow Mountain and a run and I knew it be hard physically and mentally.  I knew I would be tired.  I knew my legs would hurt.  I knew I might want to cry.  A couple of times.  But I also knew that if I could get through this day, it would be a huge building block under my belt.  I've done this ride before (many, many times) where the quads are just begging for mercy.  The intolerable burn, the feeling of not being able to push anymore or your legs will fall off.  But I also did not want to get dropped.  So I was prepared to work and hang in there as long as I could.  And I did.  It was not my best ride and I was hurting like I knew I would.  But I stayed with the group.  And although I was having conversations with myself about not doing the run the last half of the ride I got off my bike and put on my shoes.  I ate my gels and started running.  I won't lie.  It hurt.  I had Holle next to me and we both didn't give up or let up on the pace.   We just ran.  I wanted to socialize with her but not today.  There was work to be done.  The big surprise?  After mile 2 I didn't feel so bad.  Sure, I was working hard but my legs found some hidden strength and I just went with it.  After all was said and done (or in this case rode and run), we biked 65 miles of hills and finished it off with a quick 5.3 miles.  And now, I can look back at the week and smile.  I did it.  I put the work in and had good runs, a good swim Monday, good bike rides, and an aggressive brick.

This week will not be as intense with my first Ironman 70.3 on Sunday.  The 6 days after that will be about recovering and maintaining heading into Loveland Lake to Lake.  

Yee haw and a big Boo Yah:  Race Season is Here!!!

Monday, June 1, 2009

Hugo Bike Race

Normally, I can sit down and write/type a race report without much thought and effort, it seems to be more of a verbal regurgitation.  But with this race, not so much.  I am having a tough time getting it out there.  The race was Saturday and I have sat down several times and not been able to gather my thoughts.  In my mind it was a momentus (not even sure that's a word) event, so exciting, so intense....where do I even begin?  So here are some snippets of the day....

To put it in a nutshell, I loved this race.  I was nervous to be sure, but ignorance especially in this situation was bliss.  In fact, Steve was visibly more nervous than Sonja, Beth and me.  When I asked him about that after the race he said, "I knew what you girls were getting yourselves into, you didn't"!!  So what had we committed to?  A cycling road race in Hugo, Colorado (somewhere near the Kansas border I believe).  78 miles long.  And we registered as Cat4 (novice) racers.  Steve gave us all a quick low-down on race strategy and tactics but really, you don't know how a race will unfold until you are in the thick of it.  

Getting ready before the race.  Steve and Troy played a HUGE role in helping us out.  They got our bikes ready, pinned on our numbers, filled bottles, and basically got us ready to go!!! Then, they sagged for us.  We couldn't have had a better support crew. Thank you guys!

Beth and me before the race.  Yes Steve, I am eating.

Beth, Sonja, me, Steve right before the race began.  FYI Steve - not eating here.

As we lined up for the start, I looked around and saw all sorts of girls in various shapes and sizes and differing levels of intensity.  As I sometimes do, I questioned myself....do I belong here?  Will I fit in?  Will the girls like me?  Is my bike nice enough?  And then I corrected myself.  Who gives a shit self, this is a fucking race, get over it.  The whistle blew and we started off.  

The hardest part of the day for me was first half hour when I was just trying to get my shit together and get my legs warmed up.  The lead girls would accelerate just slightly up the hills and my quads would let me know they weren't excited about that.  But we'd crest the hill and my quads would shut up and I would feel pretty good.  After my talk with Steve, I was paying close attention to everything going on:  the subtle (or not) pick-ups and the pain in the ass slow-downs.  I haven't ridden in a pack that big before and really my main goals were to not get dropped and to not fall and take anyone with me!  I also had specific instructions to not talk so I just listened.  

And boy, there was lots to listen to.  Those girls were CHATTY.  Everyone seemed to be talking about all sorts of interesting (NOT) topics.  And, these girls loved to announce anything that was going on:  slowing!, on your left/right!, bottle!, that's my wheel!, squirrel! etc.  About 20 miles in (approximately, I was also instructed to not wear a garmin or heart rate monitor), I hear an "Oh Shit," right behind me and then a shoulder in my right hip/thigh.  WTF?  There was also no "sorry" or any sort of acknowledgement that there had been an unintentional bump.  Someone tried to take me down, are we kidding here???  But since i had taken Steve's crash course on bike handling the day before, I kept pedaling and accelerated a bit and then just decided to get to the front of the pack.  BEOTCH!!!

Here we come!  BTW Steve, I don't believe I am eating here since I only took in 3 gels in 3 hours 35 minutes.

There we go!

Another interesting part of riding with these girls was that no one would take the lead.  There were just a handful of us that would actually take turns pulling.  I couldn't believe how many girls were just hanging out at the back of the pack and never ventured to the front for a little pull.  There was one point in the ride I was pulling up a hill and made the sharp left indication that I was done pulling, and NO ONE came through!!!???  I was still in front.  So, I slowed down.  And then I just stopped pedaling before someone else stepped up.  Fascinating!

At mile 40, we encountered our first feed zone.  Since I had hardly taken any nutrition anyway I certainly wasn't going to risk my life and those around me by attempting to take a water bottle and just rode the yellow line.  At the same time, the pro men came whizzing by and it was chaotic.  Then I heard Steve yell.....go with the men!  So I did what I was told by my coach until a gal in red came up to let me know that "we don't attack in the feed zone."  I wanted to tell her I was just listening to my coach and not attacking but I wasn't supposed to talk.  Clearly Steve knew I would say something idiotic like, it's my first race I don't know what I'm doing.  I'm just a triathlete.  Help!  The cool thing was, a minute later she looked at me and said, OK, now we can attack.  So we did!  Another girl came up later and asked my name and my category and how I was feeling so I finally broke my silence reluctantly.

As the miles went by, I grew more comfortable and more aggressive.  I was feeling good!  It was great knowing that I could ride in the front for a bit and then pull off and take a break and then get right back in the thick of it.  It was also unbelievably cool to see Sonja and Beth with me in the front pack (I really have no idea how many girls were with us at that point and no CLUE as to how many had dropped off).....we were all riding very well and even though we weren't talking I still think we had an inherent understanding of where each of us was at!  After the second feed zone, the three of us were still in the running and Beth and I went to the front.  Should we stay?  Should we go?  I thought it was too early - we still had 18 miles but we definately knew we could do it and possibly even be successful.  What a great feeling!

At mile 70 I heard Beth behind me say GO!  I figured we were making our move and I went.  I pedaled a bit harder and looked back and realized I was by myself.  Wha?  What should I do?  Only 8 miles left so I continued to go off the front.  I caught a Cat2 girl and various men in the groups in front of us and I passed them like they were standing still.  Who are you?  That's what was running through my head.  I mean really, leading off the front in a road race?  I just smiled to myself.  This was fun.  I kept looking back at the pack and they were still visible.  A quick check of my legs and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold them off so I let up a bit and let them consume me.  But, I got right back into it and tried to make my way to the front because we were clearly heading for a sprint finish!  The posturing began and I couldn't quite get myself where I wanted to be for the sprint but I was in it and surged to the end.  Beth was up in front, Sonja right behind her with me on her tail.  It.  Was.  Awesome.  

After the race.  Yes, Steve I am eating again.

The interesting thing about this entire experience are the lessons learned as well as the woulda, coulda, shoulda's that I keep thinking about.  It's Tuesday and I'm still thinking about it!!  But I suppose that's why bike racing is so addictive.  And yes, I will do one again.  And maybe in the near future!  

Again, thanks to Steve and Troy for the support.  A big shout out to Sarah and Nicole who also rode extraordinarily well. To Holle for stepping it up and having that big nasty growl/grin on her face at the finish line!!  And, of course, to my PICs Sonja and Beth for sharing such a fantastic experience.  You girls rock.

May 25 - 31

Weekly Update
Friday:  Masters, sprint day ~3500yds
Sunday:  12 minute quick loosen-up

Tuesday:  1 hour trainer
Saturday:  78 mile road race (update in next post!)

Monday:  ~9 miles (BolderBoulder 10k plus warm-up)
Tuesday:  Track, hill repeats 
Thursday:  8 miles
Sunday:  8 miles

Weights/abs x 1; bike racing 101 (see next post); pedicure (only important because my feet finally have healed enough to get some work done!)


Recovered very well from 10k and felt great all week, was ready for a good effort Saturday


Achilles roared its ugly head after hill repeats and pain radiated into heel which kind of freaked me out.  Met with Dr. Ken and with a bit of work on it, some icing and some stretching it is feeling much better and Sunday's 8 mile run went well.  Still struggling with allergies.  Can I just get a Claritin injection?

Good week, was ready for more work and this week I have it!