So here is my race report:)
Swim: So Sat was a bizarre day, I felt great in the morning, I wasn’t too nervous the swim went out in waves of 50 and I got clobbered the entire 1.2 miles...like hit on the back of the head, kicked all over. A girl who my bike was set up next to she had done a couple full ironman's and we came out of the water together and I asked her if that was an aggressive swim and she said it was the worst she had been in.
Transition 1: I think I’m discovering why people wear the tri suits or don’t mess with throwing on the tank top, I felt this way for the past two I’ve done this summer but this one was especially bad, when your wet putting on dry top is tough and I ripped my number off so I’m repining that, and trying to get the stupid thing over my head. Since I don’t have a bike computer thingy I put on my Garmin watch which is great but not when you have to wait for it “find satellites” :), note to self get a bike calculator thingy, my sunglasses were foggy, and I have no clue how to run in biking shoes, is it possible?
Bike: the day earlier I had spent 50 dollars on getting everything in case I got a flat, CO2 cartridges, replacement tube, etc. Mile 1 of 56 my pack rips off and falls to the ground, UMMMM what????? Then I got to thinking as I’m yelling at myself for literally throwing away 50$ why did I even bring it???? If I had gotten a flat I would have been out there all day replacing the stupid thing I would have needed a ride in anyways!! The bike ride actually was beautiful and I felt fine, took my nutrition in and drank lots of water. With 14 miles left to go my Garmin dies, excuse me but WTF????? I packed it the night before to be sure I didn’t forget and I must of had in a mode where it was sucking the juice out of it. So the last 14 miles where my legs are beginning to feel like they are blowing up I have no idea what mile I’m on or how fast I’m going. At one point I thought we had about 12 miles and when I asked the lady she said 4 and I could have leaped off my bike, tackled and kissed her!
Transition 2: I was happy to be off the bike, put my shoes on, put a couple gels in my shorts and headed for the porta potty before heading out on the run. I went in with two gel shots, left with 1 the other fell into a big dump from somebody who clearly lost their bowels after the bike. Gross!
Run: You know me and how much I hate heat, well I ran the 13 miles between 11-1 in the 90 degree heat. Tyson ran with me and at first it was a nice distraction and fun to have somebody to say a few things to since I been alone with my thought for the last 4 hours! But mile six rolled around and I thought my legs were going to blow off, my body would not cool down and I knew it was going to be a bear fight to get back to the finish. I was throwing ice cubes in my bra, shorts, hat mouth anywhere. It was a miserable 7 miles of trying to run for 5 minutes only making it to 3 and then walking until I could find the gusto to get my butt going again. The way I was moving I would have thought I was pacing at eternity per mile, it felt like forever!!
Finish: I thought I would be so relieved, excited, proud of myself but none of those was how I felt. Instead I was pissed, hot, and nauseas. I told Tyson I didn’t know if I could walk to the car so he got it as close to the site as possible and threw my stuff in, handed Tyson the bike and tried to control my stomach so everybody wouldn’t have to see me yack my brains. Poor Tyson!! 4 miles down the road he had to pull over and I yacked more yellow Gatorade then you see players dumping over their coaches head after they win the super bowl! That continued on the way home, once I got home and then once I was showering. Classy huh? I couldn’t stand in the shower so there I am washing my hair sitting down and puking, yuck!
I made it to the couch where I slept for a few hours and then by 8 or so I could stand up and feel normal. I told Tyson the storm had calmed and we needed some Old Chicago pizza as it was in my head the entire run, with ranch dressing of course:) I ate one piece and had to be done but it was oh so worth it! We went home and I said I think I needed a walk or something as my legs were just throbbing and we made in down 4 houses and I couldn’t go any further, so we headed home and I crawled into bed and called it a day.
2 days out I’m still upset with my time but acknowledge I got what I trained for, I mean I did maybe 2 long bike rides but not even close to 56 miles and never once ran more then 3 miles after a long bike ride, hmmmm and I’m surprised I blew up? C’mon I know better. So there it is, will I do it next year? I told Tyson to never let me sign up but I already want to go and redeem myself. We shall see....
Swim: So Sat was a bizarre day, I felt great in the morning, I wasn’t too nervous the swim went out in waves of 50 and I got clobbered the entire 1.2 miles...like hit on the back of the head, kicked all over. A girl who my bike was set up next to she had done a couple full ironman's and we came out of the water together and I asked her if that was an aggressive swim and she said it was the worst she had been in.
Transition 1: I think I’m discovering why people wear the tri suits or don’t mess with throwing on the tank top, I felt this way for the past two I’ve done this summer but this one was especially bad, when your wet putting on dry top is tough and I ripped my number off so I’m repining that, and trying to get the stupid thing over my head. Since I don’t have a bike computer thingy I put on my Garmin watch which is great but not when you have to wait for it “find satellites” :), note to self get a bike calculator thingy, my sunglasses were foggy, and I have no clue how to run in biking shoes, is it possible?
Bike: the day earlier I had spent 50 dollars on getting everything in case I got a flat, CO2 cartridges, replacement tube, etc. Mile 1 of 56 my pack rips off and falls to the ground, UMMMM what????? Then I got to thinking as I’m yelling at myself for literally throwing away 50$ why did I even bring it???? If I had gotten a flat I would have been out there all day replacing the stupid thing I would have needed a ride in anyways!! The bike ride actually was beautiful and I felt fine, took my nutrition in and drank lots of water. With 14 miles left to go my Garmin dies, excuse me but WTF????? I packed it the night before to be sure I didn’t forget and I must of had in a mode where it was sucking the juice out of it. So the last 14 miles where my legs are beginning to feel like they are blowing up I have no idea what mile I’m on or how fast I’m going. At one point I thought we had about 12 miles and when I asked the lady she said 4 and I could have leaped off my bike, tackled and kissed her!
Transition 2: I was happy to be off the bike, put my shoes on, put a couple gels in my shorts and headed for the porta potty before heading out on the run. I went in with two gel shots, left with 1 the other fell into a big dump from somebody who clearly lost their bowels after the bike. Gross!
Run: You know me and how much I hate heat, well I ran the 13 miles between 11-1 in the 90 degree heat. Tyson ran with me and at first it was a nice distraction and fun to have somebody to say a few things to since I been alone with my thought for the last 4 hours! But mile six rolled around and I thought my legs were going to blow off, my body would not cool down and I knew it was going to be a bear fight to get back to the finish. I was throwing ice cubes in my bra, shorts, hat mouth anywhere. It was a miserable 7 miles of trying to run for 5 minutes only making it to 3 and then walking until I could find the gusto to get my butt going again. The way I was moving I would have thought I was pacing at eternity per mile, it felt like forever!!
Finish: I thought I would be so relieved, excited, proud of myself but none of those was how I felt. Instead I was pissed, hot, and nauseas. I told Tyson I didn’t know if I could walk to the car so he got it as close to the site as possible and threw my stuff in, handed Tyson the bike and tried to control my stomach so everybody wouldn’t have to see me yack my brains. Poor Tyson!! 4 miles down the road he had to pull over and I yacked more yellow Gatorade then you see players dumping over their coaches head after they win the super bowl! That continued on the way home, once I got home and then once I was showering. Classy huh? I couldn’t stand in the shower so there I am washing my hair sitting down and puking, yuck!
I made it to the couch where I slept for a few hours and then by 8 or so I could stand up and feel normal. I told Tyson the storm had calmed and we needed some Old Chicago pizza as it was in my head the entire run, with ranch dressing of course:) I ate one piece and had to be done but it was oh so worth it! We went home and I said I think I needed a walk or something as my legs were just throbbing and we made in down 4 houses and I couldn’t go any further, so we headed home and I crawled into bed and called it a day.
2 days out I’m still upset with my time but acknowledge I got what I trained for, I mean I did maybe 2 long bike rides but not even close to 56 miles and never once ran more then 3 miles after a long bike ride, hmmmm and I’m surprised I blew up? C’mon I know better. So there it is, will I do it next year? I told Tyson to never let me sign up but I already want to go and redeem myself. We shall see....
