Dustin
Chris Bachman
Gretchen Kaiser
Spencer
Bill and Karen Bachman
Tom Durkin
Julie Kirkpatrick
Mike Garton
Sher& Ross Beller
Ruth Palmer
Jon & Kelly Bachman
Al & Julie Bachman
Dr. Brad Klocke
Dr. Peter Wolfe
Barb Wheelock
Tess & Rich Balsey
Bill Huls
Brad Brunia
Kathleen from Colorado
Chuck Gilarski
Dan Atkinson
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
PIM
Post Ironman- It's Wednesday and I'm feeling great! Down stairs is just fine. Yesterday during traveling I was still having a hard time putting my shoes back on after security. A senior citizen laughed at me. Nice.
I just stretched a little and had plenty of energy for the unpacking and loads of laundry last night, even tackled a bit of work.
Today felt even better. Fit in a thirty minute easy swim between countless appointments and errands, had a 30 minute massage focused on upper back and quads between work tasks and then did 30 minutes on reformer tonight. I'll stretch a little more and I'm going to do a bit of Stairmaster and walk/jog tomorrow before we take off for Turkey Day.
Looking forward to a great day tomorrow.
I just stretched a little and had plenty of energy for the unpacking and loads of laundry last night, even tackled a bit of work.
Today felt even better. Fit in a thirty minute easy swim between countless appointments and errands, had a 30 minute massage focused on upper back and quads between work tasks and then did 30 minutes on reformer tonight. I'll stretch a little more and I'm going to do a bit of Stairmaster and walk/jog tomorrow before we take off for Turkey Day.
Looking forward to a great day tomorrow.
Monday, November 21, 2011
The Stats
Below you'll find my ranking in my age group after the swim/bike/run
and my times for each as well as total time- 14:43
Atkinson,
Debra 42/62/53 47/F45-49 01:29:54 07:12:43 05:36:28 14:43:50
Debra Atkinson, you are an Ironman!
He said it! The voice of Ironman said it about me..around 9:50pm last night.
It was an amazing experience I'd wish for anyone. It was the six inches between my ears that was the most important.
My attitude from the end of this year's training to the start and through the race was that I was lucky to be here and healthy again to choose it or to not too if I had any inkling that I would stress my foot - or in domino effect my knees or hips some other way that would cause long term repercussions.
Throughout the race I wore my race numbers and a smile. What a gift to be able to choose something like that- to have had two incredible falls to finish training in, and days of pure joy heading down a bike path in the sunshine with great music and friends or thoughts.
I heard someone say in reference to golfers- none in particular...how it's so funny they get so mad- when in reality they aren't that good to be that mad! and why do they play? do they enjoy it? shouldn't they tell their face? Today too- a lot of people as the day went on deeper into thoughts about will they...and how much it hurts, how easy to stop now ...forgetting to smile- for a real disappointment in watching that dream maybe not come true.
This was frosting. The medal- not as big a deal. The high five from Dustin and turning to look at his broad smile matching mine I will never ever forget. Had that same joy one other time this summer- watching him get a hole-in-one at the Iowa Masters. It's not the moments. It's sharing the moments.
Gretchen and Chris, and Spencer too were on hand for the run segment and the finish and I'm forever grateful for them just being who they are- generous, supportive, and all in.
So how was it really ? The details? The swim was cold- but doable. This year was very congested compared to last. I had almost the same exact time so either more were slow swimmers, or I just was swimming more a straight line finally. I had several swim overs, knocks on the head- but in general everyone backs off immediately- we're a bunch who support each other and everyone knows there's room for all to finish.
I walked through transition from swim to bike- to take care of foot and avoid any crazy strains on it while still cold. Must have worked as I did just fine- the rest of me was cold but I warmed up and was wiggling toes constantly to check for problems- near the last lap- I was near tears thinking- this is how it feels to pedal with both legs all the way through- coming off the bike- I was so happy- I hadn't been there before!
I began my run with a good walk first 5 minutes or so- felt so good to stand but I'd remember warnings about starting too soon and paying later. I began a run 10 walk 2 approach and my strategy was to focus on segments all through the race. The swim had been to first turn, to second, to long stretch home. The bike I focused on each half lap and took just one break after midpoint turn around each lap- never stopped for special needs on bike and felt great until winds changed and picked up both. Still- it was sunny/cloudy and beautiful. I was dressed perfect for me and once wind picked up was glad- only reason I would have stopped at special needs would have been to drop off the longsleeve bike shirt I had- (kind of borrowing Dusty's approach that something needed to change so I could change- in this case speed).
So thinking about the run of even x amount of 10Ks or 5Ks was too daunting so I focused on one mile at a time and the lumps of a little less than 9 miles per lap. Aid stations were at nearly ever mile with few exceptions so there was something to look forward to and when I couldn't see my watch any longer I just ran between aid stations and walked through and let myself walk another minute to settle anything I ate.
By then in the day I'd already had oatmeal before anything, 4 Power bars, too many Gu to mention? 6-7, 3 half bananas, and 6 Ironman performs probably plus water so I soon began chicken broth and pretzels as I was conscious about getting enough salt at that point. I felt fine all the way through mentally and physically so it must have worked. I was tempted to take Immodium on the bike but never did- though I was careful early to take in water only and let my stomach settle a little. I alternated between water, chicken broth, pretzels and Ironman perform and two different times I took a gel- but I was so sick of them by then!
Enough details. This goes down in my book as one of the things everyone is capable of doing. I highly recommend it. I laughed right until the start about the question "are you racing" or "are you competing" because for me and I think for most- you are, against the clock, mother nature, and mostly yourself. The real race I saw, and love, is the human race. I made so many acquaintances that are easily new friends based on the conversations we've shared, the same fears and worries and hopes- when the people you see every day you sometimes never do that with. Love this lifestyle.
It was an amazing experience I'd wish for anyone. It was the six inches between my ears that was the most important.
My attitude from the end of this year's training to the start and through the race was that I was lucky to be here and healthy again to choose it or to not too if I had any inkling that I would stress my foot - or in domino effect my knees or hips some other way that would cause long term repercussions.
Throughout the race I wore my race numbers and a smile. What a gift to be able to choose something like that- to have had two incredible falls to finish training in, and days of pure joy heading down a bike path in the sunshine with great music and friends or thoughts.
I heard someone say in reference to golfers- none in particular...how it's so funny they get so mad- when in reality they aren't that good to be that mad! and why do they play? do they enjoy it? shouldn't they tell their face? Today too- a lot of people as the day went on deeper into thoughts about will they...and how much it hurts, how easy to stop now ...forgetting to smile- for a real disappointment in watching that dream maybe not come true.
This was frosting. The medal- not as big a deal. The high five from Dustin and turning to look at his broad smile matching mine I will never ever forget. Had that same joy one other time this summer- watching him get a hole-in-one at the Iowa Masters. It's not the moments. It's sharing the moments.
Gretchen and Chris, and Spencer too were on hand for the run segment and the finish and I'm forever grateful for them just being who they are- generous, supportive, and all in.
So how was it really ? The details? The swim was cold- but doable. This year was very congested compared to last. I had almost the same exact time so either more were slow swimmers, or I just was swimming more a straight line finally. I had several swim overs, knocks on the head- but in general everyone backs off immediately- we're a bunch who support each other and everyone knows there's room for all to finish.
I walked through transition from swim to bike- to take care of foot and avoid any crazy strains on it while still cold. Must have worked as I did just fine- the rest of me was cold but I warmed up and was wiggling toes constantly to check for problems- near the last lap- I was near tears thinking- this is how it feels to pedal with both legs all the way through- coming off the bike- I was so happy- I hadn't been there before!
I began my run with a good walk first 5 minutes or so- felt so good to stand but I'd remember warnings about starting too soon and paying later. I began a run 10 walk 2 approach and my strategy was to focus on segments all through the race. The swim had been to first turn, to second, to long stretch home. The bike I focused on each half lap and took just one break after midpoint turn around each lap- never stopped for special needs on bike and felt great until winds changed and picked up both. Still- it was sunny/cloudy and beautiful. I was dressed perfect for me and once wind picked up was glad- only reason I would have stopped at special needs would have been to drop off the longsleeve bike shirt I had- (kind of borrowing Dusty's approach that something needed to change so I could change- in this case speed).
So thinking about the run of even x amount of 10Ks or 5Ks was too daunting so I focused on one mile at a time and the lumps of a little less than 9 miles per lap. Aid stations were at nearly ever mile with few exceptions so there was something to look forward to and when I couldn't see my watch any longer I just ran between aid stations and walked through and let myself walk another minute to settle anything I ate.
By then in the day I'd already had oatmeal before anything, 4 Power bars, too many Gu to mention? 6-7, 3 half bananas, and 6 Ironman performs probably plus water so I soon began chicken broth and pretzels as I was conscious about getting enough salt at that point. I felt fine all the way through mentally and physically so it must have worked. I was tempted to take Immodium on the bike but never did- though I was careful early to take in water only and let my stomach settle a little. I alternated between water, chicken broth, pretzels and Ironman perform and two different times I took a gel- but I was so sick of them by then!
Enough details. This goes down in my book as one of the things everyone is capable of doing. I highly recommend it. I laughed right until the start about the question "are you racing" or "are you competing" because for me and I think for most- you are, against the clock, mother nature, and mostly yourself. The real race I saw, and love, is the human race. I made so many acquaintances that are easily new friends based on the conversations we've shared, the same fears and worries and hopes- when the people you see every day you sometimes never do that with. Love this lifestyle.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Imagination
I am my mother. Worrying does not help. People help.
I had myself all worked up about the cold water and the heavy organizational skills I needed to get bike and gear bags and wet suit and warm after-swim clothes to the transition site.
Here's how it really went. I abandon the plan I'd created and decided to head over to the swim then come back.
No problem- shuttle was here to take me over, great people around changing into suits, which only a triathlete can appreciate - I ran into Tess and her sister in the bag holding area for swim - and not once but twice more snagged the shuttle to bring me back to hotel so I got my bike and gear bags checked in and was back at hotel by 11:18- not bad.
The water was nothing compared to my dread and anticipation of it. I imagined so much worse. It may be a little cooler in the morning but right now I'm thankful for any sunshine shining down on that lake!
Showered finally - ate oatmeal and a little protein powder before the swim.
Ate a little more oatmeal and banana before heading back with bike and then a bowl of fresh cut fruit and some protein mix since coming back. Having a hard time being "hungry" now - part nerves and part just inactivity but know I need to keep topping energy off. I'll have something more in a couple hours and then maybe a light snack when Dusty gets here.
He's boarding plane in DM. Tells me he has an important message: he's hungry. I believe I suggested he take a sandwich with him to eat on the plane and guessing that was forgotten. Could be two of us with an upset stomach when he gets here.
I had myself all worked up about the cold water and the heavy organizational skills I needed to get bike and gear bags and wet suit and warm after-swim clothes to the transition site.
Here's how it really went. I abandon the plan I'd created and decided to head over to the swim then come back.
No problem- shuttle was here to take me over, great people around changing into suits, which only a triathlete can appreciate - I ran into Tess and her sister in the bag holding area for swim - and not once but twice more snagged the shuttle to bring me back to hotel so I got my bike and gear bags checked in and was back at hotel by 11:18- not bad.
The water was nothing compared to my dread and anticipation of it. I imagined so much worse. It may be a little cooler in the morning but right now I'm thankful for any sunshine shining down on that lake!
Showered finally - ate oatmeal and a little protein powder before the swim.
Ate a little more oatmeal and banana before heading back with bike and then a bowl of fresh cut fruit and some protein mix since coming back. Having a hard time being "hungry" now - part nerves and part just inactivity but know I need to keep topping energy off. I'll have something more in a couple hours and then maybe a light snack when Dusty gets here.
He's boarding plane in DM. Tells me he has an important message: he's hungry. I believe I suggested he take a sandwich with him to eat on the plane and guessing that was forgotten. Could be two of us with an upset stomach when he gets here.
The Day Before
The Welcome Dinner and athlete's meeting last night got a bit long and a bit chilly- which was a good thing to learn. I stuck a jacket in my run gear bag and am probably going to debate over and over about whether that should go in my run gear bag so I have it right away or my special needs bag so I get it at half way through run.
If it's as nice as they say- I'm leaning toward the jacket in special needs bag though at that point I do not really want to be stopping for any extended period of time- that's just too tempting!
Met up with Kathleen and Meg and two other women from Co who arrived to support Kathleen. I feel for her; she wasn't feeling good last couple days- fighting a bug or nerves or both. I think she'll do fine once the race starts. But they too are all amazing- I'm loving that three of them who've become friends from their mutual interest in tris have come down to support their friend and tri-grouper. One flew and two drove down.
They've offered to help with logistics this morning. My most challenging form of organization skills yet this trip. Getting bike and gear bags to transition to check in along with wet suit and swim gear to get into water (that's another story) and enjoy the shock not once but twice. If I can find Meg to hang onto my bike during- that will make things easier to manage.
I'm going to have to remember though I'll need a towel and warm clothes for after the swim. Craziness.
Last night was not much different-I slept great from about 9:15 to 4:30- and after than I was done. Had no dreams about tri- and only started thinking about it when I woke at 4:30 so finally just got up. Haven't totally adjusted to time change- getting up at 5 or 5:30 my time which is usual for me. It'll make it easier to get up tomorrow- though have some doubts about getting to sleep with Dusty arriving, stomach a little less calm already.
Plan is to get the swim, the check in stuff done early and get out of there and get and have a bigger meal between 2 and 4 this afternoon and then snack again when Dusty eats something- then usual am routine.
Funny how the dinner and meeting were a little less awe inspiring for me this year than last. Certainly like the idea of the voice of Ironman calling my name out though, so listening to him was inspiring!
If it's as nice as they say- I'm leaning toward the jacket in special needs bag though at that point I do not really want to be stopping for any extended period of time- that's just too tempting!
Met up with Kathleen and Meg and two other women from Co who arrived to support Kathleen. I feel for her; she wasn't feeling good last couple days- fighting a bug or nerves or both. I think she'll do fine once the race starts. But they too are all amazing- I'm loving that three of them who've become friends from their mutual interest in tris have come down to support their friend and tri-grouper. One flew and two drove down.
They've offered to help with logistics this morning. My most challenging form of organization skills yet this trip. Getting bike and gear bags to transition to check in along with wet suit and swim gear to get into water (that's another story) and enjoy the shock not once but twice. If I can find Meg to hang onto my bike during- that will make things easier to manage.
I'm going to have to remember though I'll need a towel and warm clothes for after the swim. Craziness.
Last night was not much different-I slept great from about 9:15 to 4:30- and after than I was done. Had no dreams about tri- and only started thinking about it when I woke at 4:30 so finally just got up. Haven't totally adjusted to time change- getting up at 5 or 5:30 my time which is usual for me. It'll make it easier to get up tomorrow- though have some doubts about getting to sleep with Dusty arriving, stomach a little less calm already.
Plan is to get the swim, the check in stuff done early and get out of there and get and have a bigger meal between 2 and 4 this afternoon and then snack again when Dusty eats something- then usual am routine.
Funny how the dinner and meeting were a little less awe inspiring for me this year than last. Certainly like the idea of the voice of Ironman calling my name out though, so listening to him was inspiring!
Friday, November 18, 2011
TEAM Deb
I have a team.
Dinner with Chris and Gretchen, Karen and Bill was wonderful. So gracious of them to pick me up and feed me- Karen's hand is faster than a speeding bullet - while I am asking for help picking up Dusty and helping with logistics and bike & gear bag pick up Sunday during the race, not to mention the secret hope that Dustin will see some golf action.
They were much fun and both good support and distraction...wedding talk and Chris' recent escapades to LA on business.
I'd love to see Dustin's face when Chris and Gretchen hold up a sign for him at the airport. Then again, glad they're doing it and I can keep my legs up and start winding down to try to make it an early night.
Have to admit asking for help and having a TEAM takes some getting used to but it feels good.
Welcome dinner tonight, followed by mandatory race meeting.
Then open water swim tomorrow to experience the icy waters of Tempe Town Lake, bike and gear bag check in. The only thing left is making sure I have plenty of time for body marking race day morning and pumping up tires.
Dinner with Chris and Gretchen, Karen and Bill was wonderful. So gracious of them to pick me up and feed me- Karen's hand is faster than a speeding bullet - while I am asking for help picking up Dusty and helping with logistics and bike & gear bag pick up Sunday during the race, not to mention the secret hope that Dustin will see some golf action.
They were much fun and both good support and distraction...wedding talk and Chris' recent escapades to LA on business.
I'd love to see Dustin's face when Chris and Gretchen hold up a sign for him at the airport. Then again, glad they're doing it and I can keep my legs up and start winding down to try to make it an early night.
Have to admit asking for help and having a TEAM takes some getting used to but it feels good.
Welcome dinner tonight, followed by mandatory race meeting.
Then open water swim tomorrow to experience the icy waters of Tempe Town Lake, bike and gear bag check in. The only thing left is making sure I have plenty of time for body marking race day morning and pumping up tires.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Things are Getting Serious..and Heating Up
My Mom called. My mother doesn't call unless someone dies. It's taken two years but I guess she's come around to the fact that I'm not "going to kill yourself!" She wished me luck; said she wanted a full report at Thanksgiving (as if she'd be able to stop me.)
I'm having conversations with my ex-husband's significant other instead of him about flight details. She's easier to talk to; and she makes chocolate chip pancakes for my son; and she has and has read all the Harry Potter books. Hard to resist. Except for that little fact she's the other woman in my son's life...and I'm still deciding about the pancakes...of course she does, and I likely never will!
I purchased a season of Survivor (irony in that title) that I didn't know I wanted to occupy Dusty during his flight. I gave him $100 cash to cover taxi and food just in case he did have to take a cab. Though found out it is in reality $8 to do that but a $16 minimum, and Chris is picking him up at the airport so that will be much better. Still....I'll never see that cash again.
And it's near 80 today. Very nice- but very warm and working on getting used to it dehyrated from flight, up too early and not the right kind of food or eating schedule...not a great run. And semi-swollen feet after. Better now after elevating and some stretching tonight.
I had the tiniest bowl of chili ever tonight in the hotel. Good but tiny. Can't wait to see what the complimentary breakfast brings. Dusty WILL be pumped about that. A bright spot. LOL if he asks me to go get it for him on Monday morning.
I'm having conversations with my ex-husband's significant other instead of him about flight details. She's easier to talk to; and she makes chocolate chip pancakes for my son; and she has and has read all the Harry Potter books. Hard to resist. Except for that little fact she's the other woman in my son's life...and I'm still deciding about the pancakes...of course she does, and I likely never will!
I purchased a season of Survivor (irony in that title) that I didn't know I wanted to occupy Dusty during his flight. I gave him $100 cash to cover taxi and food just in case he did have to take a cab. Though found out it is in reality $8 to do that but a $16 minimum, and Chris is picking him up at the airport so that will be much better. Still....I'll never see that cash again.
And it's near 80 today. Very nice- but very warm and working on getting used to it dehyrated from flight, up too early and not the right kind of food or eating schedule...not a great run. And semi-swollen feet after. Better now after elevating and some stretching tonight.
I had the tiniest bowl of chili ever tonight in the hotel. Good but tiny. Can't wait to see what the complimentary breakfast brings. Dusty WILL be pumped about that. A bright spot. LOL if he asks me to go get it for him on Monday morning.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Race Worthy Feet
So the important stuff is taken care of right? In Dara Tores' book Age is Just a Number.... she had American flags on her toes for the Olympics. It worked for her, whose to question.
I haven't tried on my new wetsuit since it arrived. Think I ought to do that? Might have to slip it on before I take it out of the box and put into suitcase.
Actually found my bike shoes sitting down stairs by where my trainer has been set up for a month since I've come inside for more rides. They'd be good inside the suitcase also. And the helmet. Small things.
I had my last BIG swim yesterday. I felt good about going- in spite of the headaches and odd back pain/discomfort I've had the last few days. Where last year I can remember feeling like OMG 90 minutes, 4700yards - get serious! It flew.
I laughed as I scoped the pool for the best lane to share and realized I was getting in with Tess, whose also going to AZ and whom I went to college with and has foot issue. It felt good climbing in beside her and having the feel of next Sunday- side by side- though we were much more polite than anyone will be next year. I recall a kick in the head that left me sore for a few days but because my foot was the worse pain I don't think I ever even talked about the head shot.
In true form one lap found us wrapping knuckles with each other- I thought, OK great training grounds- next week will be worse!
Tess did 100 reported by her husband later in the day, and I had to calcuate what my set had been and realized that I had done about the same. 1000 warm up, 3 x 1000 and 500 then 100 and 100 cooldown. I felt good- had more to give and got out. Did a really light lift to help relieve some of the back discomfort which I think is due to weak scaps being pulled open to much- feeling better today and pretty well done with strength other than core, completely until AI = after Ironmom.
Heading out to run to South, ride spinning bike for 1:00 and then Dustman is supposed to pick me up so I can 'train' him.
I haven't tried on my new wetsuit since it arrived. Think I ought to do that? Might have to slip it on before I take it out of the box and put into suitcase.
Actually found my bike shoes sitting down stairs by where my trainer has been set up for a month since I've come inside for more rides. They'd be good inside the suitcase also. And the helmet. Small things.
I had my last BIG swim yesterday. I felt good about going- in spite of the headaches and odd back pain/discomfort I've had the last few days. Where last year I can remember feeling like OMG 90 minutes, 4700yards - get serious! It flew.
I laughed as I scoped the pool for the best lane to share and realized I was getting in with Tess, whose also going to AZ and whom I went to college with and has foot issue. It felt good climbing in beside her and having the feel of next Sunday- side by side- though we were much more polite than anyone will be next year. I recall a kick in the head that left me sore for a few days but because my foot was the worse pain I don't think I ever even talked about the head shot.
In true form one lap found us wrapping knuckles with each other- I thought, OK great training grounds- next week will be worse!
Tess did 100 reported by her husband later in the day, and I had to calcuate what my set had been and realized that I had done about the same. 1000 warm up, 3 x 1000 and 500 then 100 and 100 cooldown. I felt good- had more to give and got out. Did a really light lift to help relieve some of the back discomfort which I think is due to weak scaps being pulled open to much- feeling better today and pretty well done with strength other than core, completely until AI = after Ironmom.
Heading out to run to South, ride spinning bike for 1:00 and then Dustman is supposed to pick me up so I can 'train' him.
Truman Checks In
Truman is booked. His sleepover at Dr Paul's is set. I'll have to drop him off late Tuesday afternoon and he'll be there officially for a week. That may be a record. I can't remember what it was last year but it seems like longer this year. He's set for the spa the day after so he doesn't smell so medicinal for the rest of the week. If the weather's nice we'll bring him to grandma Ruth's and get him outside. He'll be ready for people.
Am I really blogging about my dog? Yep, 'fraid so. Part of the family. Have to admit he's been there on every long indoor training ride and treadmill run, some outdoor runs, yoga and stretching time. He's a little too in-my-face at times and I know he's tried to push me over when I'm in triangle pose on purpose, but he's not bad support.
My ipod quit.
Truman's still going.
Am I really blogging about my dog? Yep, 'fraid so. Part of the family. Have to admit he's been there on every long indoor training ride and treadmill run, some outdoor runs, yoga and stretching time. He's a little too in-my-face at times and I know he's tried to push me over when I'm in triangle pose on purpose, but he's not bad support.
My ipod quit.
Truman's still going.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Not the Taper I Imagined
I had been dreaming this last couple weeks into the Ironman (first of all seems like it should be still about three weeks away) but that it would be more relaxing....less time training, backing off of everything except core and stretching. But not so true. Everything else is picking up in speed and there are additional projects on my plate either due to time of year, new websites, three additional December speeches, preparing for end of a challenge ...and I'm in a race to do it because of the black hole I'm going into here with the race.
I've thought that I'd focusing on website information would work during couple days leading to IM- but I wonder about that in reality. After, I certainly may have more time and space but I can't be sure I'll be able to look at that closely, or anything truly, with any good focus.
I've been doing an excellent job of avoiding everything except for what has to happen at the moment. I got the bike sent and it will hopefully be there when I arrive and I can check on whether it will be ready for a ride on Thursday.
The biggest snag I've come across is a monster headache that lasted for 48 hours and then some. Not ordinarily someone who gets headaches a lot, this one was awful- went to bed with it, woke with it, hurt to move, hurt to sneeze or clear my throat. Popping three advil didn't help. Sleeping didn't help. And then had a lot of tension in my neck and shoulders. The headache was better last night but the aches moved down my back- and I've never had that. It's almost like a virus or flu without any other symptoms.
What I am doing is sleeping like its my job. I've been in bed by 7 and asleep by 8 or 9 the last two nights but up no earlier (fortunately two days when I didn't have to set an alarm).
Hopping in the pool within 60-90 minutes to do my swim- my 4700 swim - the last of the long ones before next Sunday when it's more chilly in the water.
Trying on my wet suit today, putting lace locks in my shoes, and finalizing some work things on a little slower pace than the week days. After the swim I figure I'll either feel better or not know what's causing the back discomfort.
I've thought that I'd focusing on website information would work during couple days leading to IM- but I wonder about that in reality. After, I certainly may have more time and space but I can't be sure I'll be able to look at that closely, or anything truly, with any good focus.
I've been doing an excellent job of avoiding everything except for what has to happen at the moment. I got the bike sent and it will hopefully be there when I arrive and I can check on whether it will be ready for a ride on Thursday.
The biggest snag I've come across is a monster headache that lasted for 48 hours and then some. Not ordinarily someone who gets headaches a lot, this one was awful- went to bed with it, woke with it, hurt to move, hurt to sneeze or clear my throat. Popping three advil didn't help. Sleeping didn't help. And then had a lot of tension in my neck and shoulders. The headache was better last night but the aches moved down my back- and I've never had that. It's almost like a virus or flu without any other symptoms.
What I am doing is sleeping like its my job. I've been in bed by 7 and asleep by 8 or 9 the last two nights but up no earlier (fortunately two days when I didn't have to set an alarm).
Hopping in the pool within 60-90 minutes to do my swim- my 4700 swim - the last of the long ones before next Sunday when it's more chilly in the water.
Trying on my wet suit today, putting lace locks in my shoes, and finalizing some work things on a little slower pace than the week days. After the swim I figure I'll either feel better or not know what's causing the back discomfort.
Friday, November 11, 2011
One Day, One Week
My blog sequence is a bit chaotic but the thoughts happened in the right order! Days right now are a bit chaotic to say the least. Planning stages are in full swing for holiday events, special sessions, 2012 fitness plans, not to mention redoing websites, and photos and all that goes with that needing to be right from the beginning as much as possible.
Toss in, new employees, new applicants, pay period end, and daily real time and the days are flying until I leave.
My head is feeling it! I don't have headaches ordinarily. I woke with one yesterday, couldn't move without it hurting all day and went to be so early that toddlers were still up. Still there today but better.
I have a last ride on my bike today and then haul it to Bike World to take down, then ship- tonight yet if I can or tomorrow morning if not.
The hope is it will be there and ready on Thursday next week so I can take it for a short ride.
I'd mentioned to my friend Bill that I don't like taper so well. He flipped back that he loves it. Hearing that helps for some reason. Right now I'm thinking it's a good thing there is one so I have time to get everything else done. But I haven't found a lot more time for rest which is also a part of it.
I'll have a ride today, a run tomorrow and a full swim on Saturday. Then things really reduce. I may need to go in and ride spinning bikes on Sunday to fit in another bike ride.
Funny thing is during this taper I'm having all kinds of little aches and pains I didn't have last year. An occasional knee pang or shoulders and neck tension, all telling me that I've put in a lot of time the last couple years. I'll be ready to go I believe on race day (though it would be nice if the water temperature would stop dropping and suddenly raise by five degrees or so!) and I'll be ready for a rest afterwards.
Toss in, new employees, new applicants, pay period end, and daily real time and the days are flying until I leave.
My head is feeling it! I don't have headaches ordinarily. I woke with one yesterday, couldn't move without it hurting all day and went to be so early that toddlers were still up. Still there today but better.
I have a last ride on my bike today and then haul it to Bike World to take down, then ship- tonight yet if I can or tomorrow morning if not.
The hope is it will be there and ready on Thursday next week so I can take it for a short ride.
I'd mentioned to my friend Bill that I don't like taper so well. He flipped back that he loves it. Hearing that helps for some reason. Right now I'm thinking it's a good thing there is one so I have time to get everything else done. But I haven't found a lot more time for rest which is also a part of it.
I'll have a ride today, a run tomorrow and a full swim on Saturday. Then things really reduce. I may need to go in and ride spinning bikes on Sunday to fit in another bike ride.
Funny thing is during this taper I'm having all kinds of little aches and pains I didn't have last year. An occasional knee pang or shoulders and neck tension, all telling me that I've put in a lot of time the last couple years. I'll be ready to go I believe on race day (though it would be nice if the water temperature would stop dropping and suddenly raise by five degrees or so!) and I'll be ready for a rest afterwards.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Well Meaning Inquires
Someone recently asked me while I was lifting, if I wasn't competing soon and if it was really a time for lifting.
A few hours later someone asked me if I tried a certain kind of goggles and why I switched wet suits and told me what the temperature of the water is (this little piece of information I really did not welcome; it isn't good).
All of these questions are well-intentioned but also nerve-wracking. I don't want to be second guessing goggles or wetsuits or bike boxes or cases or my lifting schedule which I have thought about once or twice before this point somewhat carefully.
I do know I have a more resiliency than last year. It didn't bother me. I know what I'm doing and it's already determined. I'm not going to make any last minute changes that aren't what I've rehearsed longer than the two weeks left of minimal training. And logistics of bike cases vs cardboard boxes is just money. I can sell it, rent it, or use it again.
The part that really still makes me curious is the part about competition. In this case, or mine at least, competition with the elements, with mother nature, myself. So, OK, competition. And I still recall someone saying that for them they had a terrible ride and it became like a training ride rather than a race. I definitely have a distinction between race day and training ride but I don't know that I'll race 112 miles. I'll move forward and take in the fuel I need to set up well for a long day-into-evening run/walk yes. That's my race.
Time to smile and nod.
A few hours later someone asked me if I tried a certain kind of goggles and why I switched wet suits and told me what the temperature of the water is (this little piece of information I really did not welcome; it isn't good).
All of these questions are well-intentioned but also nerve-wracking. I don't want to be second guessing goggles or wetsuits or bike boxes or cases or my lifting schedule which I have thought about once or twice before this point somewhat carefully.
I do know I have a more resiliency than last year. It didn't bother me. I know what I'm doing and it's already determined. I'm not going to make any last minute changes that aren't what I've rehearsed longer than the two weeks left of minimal training. And logistics of bike cases vs cardboard boxes is just money. I can sell it, rent it, or use it again.
The part that really still makes me curious is the part about competition. In this case, or mine at least, competition with the elements, with mother nature, myself. So, OK, competition. And I still recall someone saying that for them they had a terrible ride and it became like a training ride rather than a race. I definitely have a distinction between race day and training ride but I don't know that I'll race 112 miles. I'll move forward and take in the fuel I need to set up well for a long day-into-evening run/walk yes. That's my race.
Time to smile and nod.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Fatigue Sets In
Tapering is hardest of all. The schedule is lighter than ever but I'm seriously more tired than I've been all year!
Granted, I'm solar powered, so I could go all day 5am to 9pm as long as it was light out and feel good. Darkness til almost 7am and by 6:30pm is no fun at all! I could sleep through it all!.
Being just a little busy and having thoughts go in three directions doesn't help a lot but it does at least keep me focused on something other than worrying too much about it all. By next Friday I'll be shipping my bike. Last bike ride will be next Thurday and then I'll take it to get torn apart and packed up.
I've got plans to see cousin Chris for dinner on Thursday or Friday and it might be crazy if his parents and I end up on the same plane on the 16th- evidently when they fly down also for a little longer vacay this year.
I'm ready for sleeping right now and hoping I'll feel better next week. Less than two busy weeks to go and then I'll be there.
Last of bigger weight workouts has happened and now it's just a little maintenance and injury prevention until the race.
Granted, I'm solar powered, so I could go all day 5am to 9pm as long as it was light out and feel good. Darkness til almost 7am and by 6:30pm is no fun at all! I could sleep through it all!.
Being just a little busy and having thoughts go in three directions doesn't help a lot but it does at least keep me focused on something other than worrying too much about it all. By next Friday I'll be shipping my bike. Last bike ride will be next Thurday and then I'll take it to get torn apart and packed up.
I've got plans to see cousin Chris for dinner on Thursday or Friday and it might be crazy if his parents and I end up on the same plane on the 16th- evidently when they fly down also for a little longer vacay this year.
I'm ready for sleeping right now and hoping I'll feel better next week. Less than two busy weeks to go and then I'll be there.
Last of bigger weight workouts has happened and now it's just a little maintenance and injury prevention until the race.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Dustin Takes Flight
After hours and heat and humidity and rain and cold and chip-ins and double bogeys and more, it's payback time. For one 36 hour period Dustin is going to caddie. I've got his ticket, he's coming down and likely enduring a few hours of me awake and freaked out then me through a brief sleep and an irritatingly early wake up call before I begin my party in Tempe Town Lake.
We've yet to work out details completely but I know if he has the chance to meet my cousin Chris that he'll be well taken care of and have a great time even while he might be forgetting what I'm doing and why he's there.
I began warning him this summer that I was probably going to drag him down there this year and enlist his support. Similar to my running back to the clubhouse for a gatorade or rain gloves, or to the last hole where he dropped his glove he now would have the opportunity to locate my whereabouts, retrieve my bicycle, and give a shout of encouragement somewhere along the way.
If nothing else I hope when he sees it and feels it he'll have an idea of more possibilities and a bigger world. He'll see me start and hopefully he'll see me finish.
All 18 holes, that's what I've been telling him this past summer.
You can't quit early mentally, you have to keep playing.
Everyone has the same weather conditions and you never know how someone else is doing. I've felt uncertain and doubtful about my progress in running; I then met with someone dealing with a stress fracture who has run less than I have to this point and who has more confidence and certainty about getting to the race and finishing. Catching more of that is what it's about.
We've yet to work out details completely but I know if he has the chance to meet my cousin Chris that he'll be well taken care of and have a great time even while he might be forgetting what I'm doing and why he's there.
I began warning him this summer that I was probably going to drag him down there this year and enlist his support. Similar to my running back to the clubhouse for a gatorade or rain gloves, or to the last hole where he dropped his glove he now would have the opportunity to locate my whereabouts, retrieve my bicycle, and give a shout of encouragement somewhere along the way.
If nothing else I hope when he sees it and feels it he'll have an idea of more possibilities and a bigger world. He'll see me start and hopefully he'll see me finish.
All 18 holes, that's what I've been telling him this past summer.
You can't quit early mentally, you have to keep playing.
Everyone has the same weather conditions and you never know how someone else is doing. I've felt uncertain and doubtful about my progress in running; I then met with someone dealing with a stress fracture who has run less than I have to this point and who has more confidence and certainty about getting to the race and finishing. Catching more of that is what it's about.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Family Support
I have a photo of my sister-in-law in a frame as she's surrounded by three of her now four grandsons (that's it - just boys!). And she's going through cancer treatment at the time. Her little army of support surround her.
Its my brother who is married to her that was my hero as a child. It was he who used to hide on top of the washer and dryer (every time!) for hide-and-seek with me, and who I'd run all the way home from school to see when he came home from the Navy or later from out of state.
He twice has been the soulmate to her in two statements that I'll never forget and always covet. At their son's wedding I sat behind them with my other siblings in the second pew. As the bride and groom went up to light the candle he slipped his hand into my sister-in-law's. That gesture made a lump catch in my throat and said so much about all the shared years of worry and joys and sitting on bleachers and waiting up late for this moment when this young man was being the man they together raised him to be.
The second time I was taken by my brother's commitment I was talking to him, on the phone I think though that part is fuzzy. We were discussing her journey through alarm and diagnosis, decisions on treatment, and hope for the results. I'd asked something to the effect of how he was doing, acknowledging that it was hard for him too.
He agreed. "If it happens to her it happens to me," was his reply.
I don't know when that happens for a couple but I do think of all the people who like to say I don't know where you end or I start that they've got it.
Just how that ties to my Iron Journey we'd all like to know. But in the miles and minutes and hours I've put in on trails and streets and pools some of these thoughts come to me about my life and moments when I've been blessed and how I've been rich.
Recently someone told me that conference presenter suggested that during an interview for potential employee you ask them how lucky they've been in life. It will tell you about whether or not they're optimistic and how appreciative they are of the smaller things in life no matter what their situation when they're asked. I'm an ideal employee in that regard. I'd be at the least an 11 on a 1-10 scale. It doesn't I think have to be you who things happened to in order to appreciate then but to have simply witnessed them and realize how special they are is the blessing.
Its my brother who is married to her that was my hero as a child. It was he who used to hide on top of the washer and dryer (every time!) for hide-and-seek with me, and who I'd run all the way home from school to see when he came home from the Navy or later from out of state.
He twice has been the soulmate to her in two statements that I'll never forget and always covet. At their son's wedding I sat behind them with my other siblings in the second pew. As the bride and groom went up to light the candle he slipped his hand into my sister-in-law's. That gesture made a lump catch in my throat and said so much about all the shared years of worry and joys and sitting on bleachers and waiting up late for this moment when this young man was being the man they together raised him to be.
The second time I was taken by my brother's commitment I was talking to him, on the phone I think though that part is fuzzy. We were discussing her journey through alarm and diagnosis, decisions on treatment, and hope for the results. I'd asked something to the effect of how he was doing, acknowledging that it was hard for him too.
He agreed. "If it happens to her it happens to me," was his reply.
I don't know when that happens for a couple but I do think of all the people who like to say I don't know where you end or I start that they've got it.
Just how that ties to my Iron Journey we'd all like to know. But in the miles and minutes and hours I've put in on trails and streets and pools some of these thoughts come to me about my life and moments when I've been blessed and how I've been rich.
Recently someone told me that conference presenter suggested that during an interview for potential employee you ask them how lucky they've been in life. It will tell you about whether or not they're optimistic and how appreciative they are of the smaller things in life no matter what their situation when they're asked. I'm an ideal employee in that regard. I'd be at the least an 11 on a 1-10 scale. It doesn't I think have to be you who things happened to in order to appreciate then but to have simply witnessed them and realize how special they are is the blessing.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
The Sweet Spot
Whether I've crossed the finish line yet or not, I have won. I've had some rides and runs and swims that have been nearly magical. If you've never experienced it, it's not a physical experience solely. Someone else can have it when they paint or quilt or create somehow. Yet what makes it so perfect is that the physical part goes so well that you aren't distracted by it.
You aren't aware you're breathing hard, or that your back is tight, you aren't aware of that but only of the vibrant colors left of fall and the perfectly sweet air around you. There have been more moments like that in the last few weeks of training this year that I haven't had all year long. Running was about listening, straining to listen even to how my body was reacting and whether I was moving forward or pushing too hard.
There have been times when I've been on a ride against the wind, uphill, and in the rain that it was so unfriendly and unfun that even that brought laughter.
And through what I thought was heat and humidity that I enjoy running in, though I made it, it now seems to me I made it through that for what is happening right now; the ease of a run on a fall day when the air is cooler and a sweatshirt and capris are just right, when it's almost still because there's hardly a breeze but there's none needed because it's just perfect as it is.
I'm not a fall lover. It makes me sad at times. I'm a spring girl and a summer lover. It all has hope and ease and a lightness to it, not to mention hours more of daylight and so many more hours of outdoors. This fall though has been different; a gift. Last year too was beautiful right up until the race so training indoors was not so necessary had it at least not been for work! But I was distracted last year, too much on my plate and too focused on things and people out of my control.
I'm in a good place for this race. Its going to be a good day no matter what happens and yet I feel I already know that I'll finish and it isn't a question this year. I have to overcome the biggest obstacle which is staying up past my bedtime to finish it but I can sleep in on Monday, right?
You aren't aware you're breathing hard, or that your back is tight, you aren't aware of that but only of the vibrant colors left of fall and the perfectly sweet air around you. There have been more moments like that in the last few weeks of training this year that I haven't had all year long. Running was about listening, straining to listen even to how my body was reacting and whether I was moving forward or pushing too hard.
There have been times when I've been on a ride against the wind, uphill, and in the rain that it was so unfriendly and unfun that even that brought laughter.
And through what I thought was heat and humidity that I enjoy running in, though I made it, it now seems to me I made it through that for what is happening right now; the ease of a run on a fall day when the air is cooler and a sweatshirt and capris are just right, when it's almost still because there's hardly a breeze but there's none needed because it's just perfect as it is.
I'm not a fall lover. It makes me sad at times. I'm a spring girl and a summer lover. It all has hope and ease and a lightness to it, not to mention hours more of daylight and so many more hours of outdoors. This fall though has been different; a gift. Last year too was beautiful right up until the race so training indoors was not so necessary had it at least not been for work! But I was distracted last year, too much on my plate and too focused on things and people out of my control.
I'm in a good place for this race. Its going to be a good day no matter what happens and yet I feel I already know that I'll finish and it isn't a question this year. I have to overcome the biggest obstacle which is staying up past my bedtime to finish it but I can sleep in on Monday, right?
Friday, October 28, 2011
Medicine Man
Dr Peter Wolfe most recently offered me some of the best advice I’ve had; a holistic approach to medicine. He offered hope; he offered an understanding of my thinking and took my side, in addition to providing the medical science. He said even if not this year, there will be one before I’m fifty. He had no reservations about that.
I’ve decided this one will be it, finish line or not, the only failure would be not going all the distance I can. I can get to AZ and to the starting line. I can break the day into doable segments of swim; transition, first, second, and third bike loops; and then the loops of the run where spectators and fellow racers will all help. Ironman or Ironmom, I’ll be ready to hang up this type of training for a while at least.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Mind Games
Two weeks ago on a four hour bike ride I changed my mind four times about going or not going. Literally. I doubt whether I’ve done enough running to prepare my foot. I doubt whether I have enough confidence to know that. I don’t want to have surprises in the last couple hours due to not having trained on my feet enough.
I’ve heard myself tell my son over golf tournaments this summer that there are 18 holes every round. You have to play every one of them every time. So then if I don’t go am I skipping out on the last few holes?
One tournament he was hurting and he then wanted to hit a last shot out of a shrub. As soon as he connected we both knew it was over, but he had to make the call. A month from school golf, I wanted him to call it a day. He finally did. And if I’m in the middle of IM AZ and think I’ll ruin the next 40 years of physical activity I hope I’ll know the time to stop. Getting there is the win. I’ve been proud of Dustin for entering and wanting to compete, for putting in the practice time. But I’ve had joy when he won and he had the fun for what he earned and deserved. I may get the joy of finishing all three legs but I may have to settle for the joy of effort I’ve had during training.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Physical, Mental and Holistic Being
There are so many aspects of preparing for an endurance event. Everyone first goes to the physical training. Reality is, that’s the easy part. I laugh when my coach tells me that she wants to see me cross the finish line because this has taken so much time and energy and money the last two years. I shake my head when someone says they’ll help me finish by helping me train in one leg or another because this is such an important personal goal that they want to see me do it.
My reality is that last year it was a big focus. Yet, I truly didn’t have time to be disappointed while in AZ- I was too focused on the immediate details of getting myself and my gear out of there. I did not like using the term DNF to describe my race when asked at home, but then I talked about it very little with anyone but immediate family and very close friends. The why on that is about what I do. Training for an Ironman doesn’t bring me closer to someone contemplating getter started in exercise or to the trainer who is just building his or her business who can’t find the flexible time I have now, it puts more distance between us. So I don’t talk about it. It isn’t for anyone but me that I’m doing it so I haven’t missed that. I don’t need the pats on the back, and don’t want the raised eyebrows from people who think it’s extreme. It’s really just one step, one stroke, one revolution after another according to a plan. It’s doable. Though I do appreciate sharing the ups and downs of training with someone going through it; it’s like another language to others.
But I’d never risk a long term injury or damage in order to cross a finish line. I’d never keep training so low that race day is miserable just to save myself for that day to reach a goal. The truth is I’ve benefited every day that I’ve been able to dream it and train for it and I can’t imagine exercising without a goal any longer. I’ll put time and energy and money into a training program in 2012 and 2013 and so on even though it won’t be for Ironman endeavors. I’m living better every day I’m training. It’s all been worth it no matter what.
I don’t think too much about what I’m going to eat as a reward after I workout either which is counter to what I’ve found to be true for many fitness enthusiasts. I instead usually am thinking whether I am eating optimally to rebuild and then fuel the next workout. It’s just more fun that way for me.
The other way seems more like punishment that I have first to do first. I actually like the training. I write when I ride and run. I solve problems when I’m swimming. When I return I’m sweaty and smelly and dirty but my head is clear. I’ve had time to reflect on how fortunate I am to even be able to choose it. It’s a privilege not a right.
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