Friday, July 26, 2013

The Heart of the Matter

We all have our own reasons for running - some days it is forced, some days it is for health, some days it is simply just for fun.  Every runner, from beginner to elite, experiences these days, in a sort of random, unpredictable fashion.

This past Tuesday, I was reminded of one of the biggest reasons I run - to help fund the research that will one day find a cure for cancer.  I do almost every endurance event with Team In Training, a large fundraising section of the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society.  

2013 marks the 25th anniversary of Team In Training.  This week, I was invited by our chapter to partake in a celebration via a catamaran river cruise.  I very rarely miss TNT related outings, and I was very much looking forward to being a part of this event.  There were light appetizers and a cash bar, and we socialized and watched the sun begin to set on the deck before heading inside for the presentation.


It was a beautiful evening in Tampa!

Our guest speaker was Patrick Duffy, a fellow Goofy participant.  I had never before met Patrick, and I did not know his story:  


"Patrick Duffey has been an LLS volunteer and TNT Alumni for a couple years now.  His journey with LLS began about 9 years ago.  As he says, “it was the worst hurricane season on record (Florida was hit with 4 hurricanes; Charley, Frances, Ivan and Jeanne and a tropical storm, Bonnie, was thrown in just for good measure).”  They prepped and got ready for the storm to hit, but little did they know they had something else coming.

Their youngest daughter, Elli, only 19 months old at the time, was diagnosed with leukemia. 

She had been sick for a few days, but the typical childhood fevers were not going away.  In addition, they noticed the deep bruises all over her legs and back. His wife Andrea took Elli to their pediatrician and within a couple hours they were on their way to All Children’s with a diagnosis of leukemia.   He says: “I will never forget that 24 hour period. Some of the specific events have blurred with time but the feelings associated with that day come flooding back; the fear, the uncertainty, the desperation, they are as palpable to me now as they were 8 years ago.”

After the initial shock of the diagnosis, he started doing some research and found through LLS.org that there are multiple types of leukemia and that the most common in children is Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia (ALL). Patrick said: “I found that ALL also had what looked like a good survival rate, I remember it being around 85% or so. Acute Myeloid Leukemia (AML) was much less common and, it seemed, much more deadly, with survival rates somewhere in the 40-50% range.”

He brought the information he collected to the hospital with him the next day so he could show it to Andrea.  After all the testing, they found that in fact it was not the diagnosis he was hoping for; Elli was diagnosed with AML instead of ALL.  Patrick said, “I was hopeful that it was "the good type" of leukemia; the kind we could beat. It sounds absurd to even say that, to describe ALL, or any cancer as "the good one" but I was holding out hope because the alternative seemed too much to bear. I guess I was in denial about AML; it's not going to be that one, I told myself, it's so rare, there's no way it will be AML. I didn't even bring in those print-outs, my bundle of papers was all about ALL.”

After the diagnosis, Elli spent the next several weeks in and out the ICU.  In October, however, their prayers had been answered.  They had learned that big sister Abby was a match for a bone-marrow transplant. This dramatically improved Elli's long-term prognosis and gave them all hope.

By January, Elli was readmitted to begin preparations for the bone-marrow transplant. She had quite a bit of fight in her as she had to endure the most severe forms of chemo in order to make her body ready to receive the transplant.

In the "adding insult to injury" as Patrick says, they then learned that Elli had injured her eye, likely due to a fall right before she was diagnosis and resulting in loss of most of her vision in her right eye. As they examined her, they noticed a dark mass in her left eye. Concerned that the leukemia had spread, they began radiation treatment on both eyes.

Transplant day arrived on February 4th. Brave Abby, only 4 years old at the time, was admitted for the bone marrow harvest.  According to Patrick, she called her sister and said "I'm coming to help you tomorrow, Elli"

The procedure went well, and a little more than six weeks later, Elli was able to go home."

It is hard to truly bring justice to his story as hearing it from Patrick directly brings it home.  It really is such an inspirational story of survivorship, and Elli is still in remission and healthy as can be.  

I held it together pretty well this time . . . until I saw a photo of Elli and Abby touching hands through the glass window of a hospital door, preparing for the transplant.  The love that this family has for each other, through all of the tough times, is truly heartwarming.  

One of my deepest fears is that I will have a child that will be diagnosed with cancer.  I pray every single day that this will not happen, but if it does, I pray for strength and faith to persevere.  I know that it is out of my direct control.  

But there IS something I can do.

I can continue to raise money.  I can continue to put myself out there, to talk about the cause, to volunteer at events, to inspire others to get involved, to run, swim, bike - whatever it takes.  I am willing to do all of this, not for my own personal gain, but to offer hope and survival to others.  

This November marks my 15th year of remission from non-Hodgkins Lymphoma.  Because of Bruce Cleland, the founder of what is Team In Training, and countless others who have had to bury children, brothers, sisters, parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, pets, who raised millions of dollars to fund research, I survived.  

The money we raise today will offer that same opportunity to those diagnosed 5 or 10 years from now.  So while it may seem as though it is difficult to part with $10, $25, $100 - think of the future.  Think of the legacy we are building to leave for our families, friends, and everyone we don't even know.   Every dollar counts - please consider making a donation!  As I train through the hot Florida summer for the Marine Corps Marathon, I keep true to the mission.  My goal is to raise $1600 by July 31st (half of my final goal) - I am only $752 from reaching this milestone.  Many, many thanks in advance.



Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Gearing up to go long

As I sit at my desk, basking in the last few minutes of my cherished lunch hour, I realized that my marathon training has now reached the point where my long runs are venturing in to double digit territory for what is sure to be the hottest part of the Florida summer.  Last weekend I ran 8 miles, and I was quite proud of myself - I held a 10:30 pace the entire run (thanks to Bob, who kept reigning me back in when my legs started moving at a speed my lungs aren't able to handle), and I felt really good afterwards.  Especially when we got to the picnic tables and learned that Coach Teresa had brought freeze pops!


I find it ironic that the beginning of my long runs coincides perfectly with another "long run" - this weekend I am all set to marry my best friend, the man who makes me a better version of me.  Chad and I are really excited to begin our journey as Mr. & Mrs. and to celebrate with our family and friends.  The really awesome part is that everyone is just as excited as we are for this weekend's festivities!  It is going to be a grand event!!!!!



Not to worry - I am going to get my long run in on Friday, so that I am not stressed out about missing my run on Saturday.  What can I say?  It's marathon season, and I am in training.  You all know how difficult it is to take a week off and bounce back to where you were.  It just doesn't happen.  Besides - no one likes a crabby bride (especially the groom).  

Just a few more hours of work, and then I am off for 8 glorious work days!!!!  My best friend is flying in tomorrow, my sister is coming Thursday, my brother and my friend Leigh Friday, the Conwell families Saturday.  I am looking forward to the midnight run Wednesday with my friends, a possible bike ride Thursday morning with some of the same friends, and the long run Friday morning - again, with most of the same friends.  We are a little nuts-o.

I am looking forward to covering my sweet nephews, Joey and Nolan, with hugs and kisses, to hearing their giggles and seeing their sunshiney smiles.  I am looking forward to catching up with Angela and Collette, to having "boy band night" and laughing for hours.

I am looking forward to spending time with my brother and sister, and with their spouses, all of whom I miss terribly and do not get to see nearly enough.

I am looking forward to seeing lifelong friends, who planned their own summer vacation around our wedding, just so that they were able to attend.

I am looking forward to seeing my running and triathlon friends all dressed up, to sharing yet another part of my journey with each of them, and to one night of letting loose and celebrating marriage, friendship, and the year of IM FL.

Most of all, I am looking forward to sharing my life with Chad.  I am excited for all that life has to hold for us, and I cannot wait to live it one day at a time - all the little moments that will make the tapestry of our life.

And so I run . . . . 


Monday, June 17, 2013

I keep on runnin, runnin

I am not quite sure where the year has gone.  I mean, I was just recovering from what was my last [really] bad idea - that would be the Goofy Challenge, for you joke-sters who were thinking "which bad idea was that, exactly?"  

Lo and behold, I laced up my running shoes this past weekend to begin a new adventure - training for what will be my SIXTH full marathon - Marine Corps 2013!!!!  I must admit, I am super stoked that I am able to participate in this 26.2 on October 27th.  




My family visited Washington, DC, many times over the course of our youth.  My favorite trip was the vacation full of mishap - we had a bit of difficulty finding the zoo.  We had been in Virginia Beach and Colonial Williamsburg, and my mom insisted that we go to DC to see the pandas.  Did I mention we were sunburned?  And it was the middle of August?  And that my brother, sister and I were all crammed in the backseat of our Taurus?  Aaahhhhh, family vacation!  Long story short, we tried following the bus route, but missed something.  We drove all over the city, stopping to ask for directions.  The one thing we really laugh about to this day is how shocked we were at the responses we received from different ethnicities regarding what part of town we were going to need to drive through to arrive at our destination.  Eventually, we did get to the zoo, where all of the people and animals were hiding from the sun. I don't even remember if we saw the pandas.  I remember that it was really hot, extremely smelly, and there was not an ice cream vendor in sight.

Where was I?  Oh, right - running Marine Corps!  I am excited to take on another challenge while paying respect to the Marine Corps, to visiting a city that I absolutely love, to celebrating being cancer free for my 15th year, for training and raising funds for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society through Team In Training.

DONATE HERE:  http://pages.teamintraining.org/sun/corps13/megansuper

All summer long, you can find be in Pinellas and Hillsborough counties, trekking up and down the trails, logging my miles in the dark quiet hours before the sun wakes.  You will find me at the State Fairgrounds and Ray-Jay, hawking Jell-o shots for donations.  You will find me again at Ray-Jay, hawking concessions to football fans for donations.  You will find me on Facebook and Blogspot, posting and re-posting my pleas and fundraising websites.  You will find me in your email inbox, updating you of my progress and asking for donations.

You may wonder if I really love Team In Training, or runnning, and the answer is YES!  Maybe not at every moment (TEAM excluded), but at the end of it all, YES - I love running.  I love that hundreds of thousands of people raised funds for cancer research so that my awesome oncologist and team of nurses were able to beat my NHL.  I love that my body is once again strong and able, that I have the energy to not just walk down the street, but to RUN as many miles as I wish.  I love that my spirit was reborn and that my heart is constantly growing, that I have the opportunity to give to others what was given to me - a second life.

And so I run . . . . . . 




Saturday, June 8, 2013

This is my life . . . . in pictures!

I've been reading my blogs, and I decided that perhaps I should share something a bit closer to ME.    If you have been reading my roll, or even do a quick glance or google search, you know that I am athletic, that I participate in races from 10ks to marathons to half iron distance triathlons, and possibly that I work in accounting.  And that's all well and good, because I love it - really, I do.  Not so much the swimming (or the accounting), but that's an entirely different post!  So I decided to post something a little more fun - a picture montage of some of my very favorite days, in no particular order - proof that I don't just TRI!  Enjoy :-)

We LOVE baseball! 
 
 
My nephew Nolan
 
 
White water rafting in Denali (Alaska)
 
 
Bogie Basketball
 
 
Cuddling with Zeus!
 
My sweet nephew Joey!
 
Exploring Key West
 
Did I mention that we LOVE baseball?
 
Fireworks on the beach
 
I am an Olympics addict

Fall fun at the pumpkin patch!

Monday, May 20, 2013

Fun in the Sun

This past weekend, I had the good fortune of playing in the hot Florida sun.  It began Friday evening, with a hot and humid 5 miler that included more walking than I'd have liked, but I chalked it up to getting the miles done and adapting to the summer weather.  I chose one of my favorite routes, along the Bay in Safety Harbor.  When I was finished with the run, I sat in my car, thinking about how much I did not want to go to the gym to swim.  

Not wanting to disappoint Coach Pete any further, I sucked it up and headed to LA Fitness.  I had 1600m on my schedule, so I chose a workout from Coach Lora that included drills with fins since my legs were a bit wobbly from running.  I ended up doing only 1000m, but it was better than not swimming at all.  

Let me tell you - swimming is extra tough when you don't do it more than once a week.  I am praying that I can learn from my past, and get the swims in 3-4 days a week.  Without the self-discipline to do that, I know Augusta will be a bit unpleasant, even with the downriver current.  

Friday night Chad and I watched the Rays' game.  I headed to bed at 11pm, since I had a 4:30am wake-up call for the next day's event, the Dash N Splash aquathon.  Chad kept Zeus out in the living room so that I could get a good night's sleep (our pup can be restless, and I tend to be a light sleeper).  I swear that my head no sooner hit the pillow my alarm was sounding.  Ugh.  I had to giggle, though, because as soon as I turned the knob to open the door, Zeus came running.  He was NOT happy that he didn't get to sleep in the bed, lol.

I managed to gather some breakfast and make coffee while I loaded up my car.  I put my bike on the rack and secured it with bungee cords and a lock, made sure I had a few pair of goggles, my running shoes and socks, and sunscreen.  Once I was satisfied, I headed south to Pass-a-Grille.

I arrived with plenty of time to spare - a whole hour before the race was to start!  I picked up my packet and got body marked, and then chatted with Kelly Ann, Jim, Nick, Nancy and Kate.  I was a bit nervous, because everyone there seemed to be lean and muscular.  They looked FAST.  Oh, well.  I was there, I was doing the event.

The time came to head to the beach, so Kate and I set up our transition area (towel, goggles, swim cap) and got in line to start.  The horn sounded, and we were off for a 2 mile run on the beach.  The sand was semi-packed, but I was able to navigate pretty well. I held just over a 10 minute pace, and enjoyed my surroundings.  It's difficult to have a bad morning with the sun rising up over the Gulf of Mexico as you run on the shore :-)

When I got to transition, I removed my shoes and socks, put my goggles on, and then my swim cap.  As I was wading into the water, I decided that I should put my goggles over my swim cap instead of under, because what if they leaked and I needed to fix them?  No, these were not new goggles, but the very same ones I swim in regularly.  I am sure that took about 2 minutes, but finally I was swimming towards the big orange triangle that marked 200 yards.  I kept calm, let people pass me if needed, and just kept swimming.  

I counted the entire swim - mostly to ten, sometimes to five.  It worked, because I stayed calm and didn't even have to flip over on my back to calm myself down this time.  This is a victory for me, and I was happy.  When I made the turn for the final 200 yards, I swam a little off course, but re-routed myself and got out of the water - 13 minutes.  Not awful.  Still slow, but I was happy because I did not panic, not even a little!!!!

I put my socks and shoes back on my feet, and headed south for the 1 mile run.  The tide was rolling in, and there was not a large surface of packed sand, so this part was more challenging, but I still held that 10 minute pace.  

My total time was 0:46:16.  I am sure I could've ran a little faster, but it was a good day!  I am glad that I signed up for the event, and I'd definitely do it again.  The race was small and well organized.  It was almost as though I was there training with friends and we had a cookout afterwards!  So much fun.

My training schedule had a 2 hour bike ride listed, and I needed to get that done.  I did not feel comfortable riding on Gulf Boulevard down by St. Pete Beach, so I headed north to Clearwater.  Still Gulf Boulevard, but I am familiar with the route and felt more comfortable riding there by myself.

I parked at City Hall, and headed to the Causeway.  This was the first Saturday in a long time with sunny skies, no chance of rain, and temperatures in the 80s.  Want to take a guess where everyone was spending their day?  Yep, the beach.  I decided that traffic was a little too congested, so I opted to ride on the sidewalk instead of the road until I made my way to a side street.  After that little part, I was on my way.  I headed up the Sand Key bridge and out to Redington Beach.  I had a good ride - the other cyclists had been out earlier, when it was cooler and less congested with beach goers.  Every 15 minutes, I did 3 sets of one legged drills, for a total of six sets during my 2 hour ride.

I felt great when I was finished - I was proud of myself for riding, even though I wanted to stay at the beach with Kate and Matt.  I thought about climbing into the fountain at City Hall, but I was tired and hungry and I wanted to go home.  It was noon.  Lol.

Zeus helped me unload my car and make lunch.  I had a fruit smoothie and 2 turkey burgers with avacado - yumm-o!  I spent the afternoon cleaning up the kitchen and doing laundry.  That night I headed out with some friends.  Yep, I actually went out.  On a Saturday night.  In a sundress.


Sunday morning I was meeting my friend Cathy for a run.  Originally we were going to meet at 8:30am, but she asked if we could push it back an hour.  OF COURSE!  I was so tired and sore - not hurt sore, just muscle fatigue.  Chad went to play basketball, and I went back to bed for an hour.  It was fabulous, sleeping in until 9am!

Cathy and I met at Safety Harbor Spa, and headed out to Phillippe Park.  It is a beautiful place to run - quiet and shaded, with extensive views of the Gulf.  We did a run-walk combination, and called it a day at 4 miles.  We went to Starbucks for coffee and catch-up chatting.  I was super hungry, and really wanted a slice of coffee cake.  I thought better of it, and chose a protein box instead.  I made a smoothie and eggs when I got home.

Yesterday Chad and I did home-y stuff.  We did laundry, dusted, vacuumed, cleaned the bathroom and kitchen . . . .Chad put together a vanity for our bathroom (a bridal shower gift from my brother, sister-in-law and nephew) while I read a few chapters of my new book.  We watched the Rays sweep the Orioles, made a pot roast, cleaned up the dishes.

I woke up today sore and in need of a very deep tissue massage.  I will work these into my training plan to keep my muscles happy.  

I am looking forward to Week #2 of training:  

Monday
Scheduled:  1600m swim

Tuesday
Scheduled:  1 hour bike (easy), 3 mile run (easy), lower body strength training (heavy)

Wednesday
Scheduled:  1 hour bike (moderate), 4 mile run (2 easy, 2 hard)

Thursday
Scheduled:  2,000m swim, upper body strength training

Friday
Scheduled:  45 min bike, 5-6 mile run

Saturday
Scheduled:  2 hour bike, 2 mile run

Sunday
Scheduled:  1,000m OWS, 2 hour bike (optional), 4 mile run

I am excited for Saturday - I will be joining my TEAMmates for the bike ride and a short run, and then I am heading to the State Fairgounds for the Color Me Rad 5k!  

Not to worry - it's not all training this weekend.  Saturday we are choosing the menu for our wedding, tasting wedding cakes, swinging by Jamie's housewarming party and ending the day with family to celebrate my niece's high school graduation.  It's all about balance!

And so I tri . . . 



Thursday, May 16, 2013

These are my confessions

My very first week of 70.3 training, and I already dropped the ball.  Yep, I am talking about skipping workouts.  This was not intentional (what is it they say?  "The path to hell is paved with good intentions?"), more like poor time management on my part.  Obviously I need a personal development plan for MY LIFE, not just my job.  Sigh.




The good news is that I can get back on track and finish out the week strong.  The workouts I missed this week were a 1600m swim, a lower body leg workout, and a 1 hour bike followed by a 2 mile run.  This is my NEW plan for the week:

Thursday  
Scheduled:  2000m swim, upper body strength set
New Plan:  Full body strength workout, 1 hour bike, 2 mile run

Friday
Scheduled:  3 mile run
New Plan:  1600m swim, Full body strength workout, 5 mile run, 1 hour bike (gonna be a two-a-day!)

Saturday
Scheduled:  2 hour bike
New Plan:  2 mile run, 600 yard swim, 1 mile run, 2 hour bike

Sunday
Scheduled:  4 mile run
New Plan:  2000m swim, 4 mile run

And there you have it - all workouts completed, in my own sort of wonderful blender.  I remembered why I had been rising well before the sun to exercise - it's difficult to find balance at times, to attend the parties and date nights and trips to the grocery store, cleaners, coffee shop, plus still train effectively (and by train, I am including foam rolling, massage and chiropractic visits, ice baths, cross training, rest days and actual training) without ending up all by your lonesome.  



My apologies to Coach Pete and Coach Lyle.  I know I said I would follow the plan this time.  And I will.  No more skipping workouts and cramming them in at the end of the week.  I promise to only swap days if needed, not adding to or subtracting from the schedule as I choose, simply because my lazy behind hit the snooze button at 4:15am and I went home to watch Glee after work :-)

My apologies also to all of you who support me - without your encouragement, I wouldn't sign up for crazy event after crazy event!  

While I train for Augusta, I am raising money for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society.  I have chosen to do so to celebrate my 15th year in remission from non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma.  When I was diagnosed, I had only known two other people who had what I had - they both passed away before the age of 18.  I was blessed with a second life, and I am paying it forward.  Every single dollar we raise helps to fund research that will, one day, find a cure for cancer.  

My goal is to raise $1000 by June 15th, and $2500 by mid-August.  Please visit my webpage to join the journey, to be a hero to millions fighting a good, hard fight.


Stay tuned for weekly updates!!!!  This is one summer you don't want to miss!

And so I tri . . . 

Monday, May 13, 2013

Beginning Again

Today is THE day.  May 13th, 2013 - the day that my newest endurance journey begins.  I am holding a training plan for my new "A" race of the season, the Augusta 70.3 half iron triathlon.  It is a little bit intense, but it's also just what I need in order to be successful this September.  While I have glanced through the weeks, I have decided to simply focus on each current week, following the answer "What is one bite at a time, Alex" to the question "How do you eat an elephant?"  Thanks to this guy for the funnies:


To keep me accountable, I am going to post my weekly plan on this blog, and the actual miles on Daily Mile.  I know you are all on the edge of your seats, so here's what's on deck for Week #1:

Mon:  Swim 1600m - Bike 1 hour, Run 20 minutes
Tue:   Bike 1 hour (easy), lift legs (heavy) - Swim 1600m, lift legs (heavy)
Wed:  Bike 1 hour (moderate), Run 2 miles
Thu:   Swim 2000m, lift upper body
Fri:     Run 3 miles
Sat:    Bike 2 hours - Dash N Splash (Run 2 miles, Swim 600 yards, Run 1 mile) + Bike
Sun:   Run 4 miles

My changes are in RED.  Not too bad for a beginning, right?  Totally doable.  The reason for swapping Monday and Tuesdays is this - my swim coach, Lora, is offering a 16 week bike clinic.  I am never above learning, and riding with others is always much more fun than riding alone.  Yes, I did ask my Tri Coach if this was permissible.

Last week I decided to add on another challenge to Augusta.  I registered, once again, for Team In Training.  In celebration of my 15th year in remission, I am raising much needed funds for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society.  To make a donation, please visit my personal fundraising website:  http://pages.teamintraining.org/sun/Augusta13/megansuper

I am extremely fortunate to be able to fundraise and train through Team In Training.  Augusta will be my 7th fundraising event, and my 9th overall event as part of Team (I coached two seasons!).  The people I have met through this organization are amazing, and I am truly blessed to know each and every one of them.  The selflessness and generosity is unmatched.  While we all have our own reasons for signing up, we are bonded by the cause - erasing the cancers that plague millions.  We choose to make a difference in the ways we are able, and we will not stop until a cure is found.  Please consider joining our team as a hero - I'll do the training for all of us!  

And so I run . . . 

Monday, May 6, 2013

Day One - Struggling through the Swim

I woke up this morning, a little bit sore form my "weekend warrior" workouts, but really excited that it was Day One of Ironman Augusta training.  I had a good breakfast and checked my training plan - 1600m swim.  Okay, I can do that, I thought.

I messaged Pete, asking about what, exactly, tomorrow's "heavy legs" weight lifting entailed, and told him that I was excited to start training for another shot at 70.3.  Pete replied "the schedule I gave you starts next week."  Oops!  I laughed, and then decided I would do "Week One" twice, and deemed today the beginning of a new race.

I sat in my chair, racking my brain and thinking about Team In Training.  I sent Chad a message, asking what he thought about me signing up to raise money for Augusta.  He said "it's up to you."  I hit the registration button.  I cannot seem to help myself.  My goal is to raise $2,500 this season.  If you would like to make a donation, please visit my personal website:  http://pages.teamintraining.org/sun/Augusta13/megansuper

This November marks my 15th year of remission.  To celebrate, I will TRI - simply because I can, and because I want to find a way for others to as well.

When I left work this evening, I noticed it was not quite as warm as I had originally thought.  Boy, I am glad I brought my wetsuit, said my brain.  I drove to Dunedin, to meet my group for one last swim lesson with Coach Lora.  We stood around and moaned for a bit about how chilly it was, and then noticed that the kayaks were in the water and coach Lora was looking at us.  Guess we're getting in, haha!

It was with much trepidation that I entered the water.  I am, by far, the slowest in the class, and I hated that I would be so far behind.  Regardless, I adjusted my goggles, put my head down, and started swimming towards the group of trees Coach Lora pointed to as our turn around.  It was SO FAR AWAY.  I tried swimming as fast as I could, which isn't fast.  At all.  The current was with us, pushing us along, but it still took me a good 12 minutes to get to the trees, where everyone was waiting.  Once I arrived, I heard "Okay, let's head back!"  Wait!  I just got here!

I took a deep breath, and headed back towards the cars.  The water was choppy, and I kept ingesting salt water.  It was gross.  I thought about how I should've brought a soda with me, to wash out the taste, and then got another mouthful of salt water.  I gagged a bit, and then started thinking about how fish poop in the water, and all I could think about was how gross that is.  Somehow my thoughts turned to the presence of sharks, so I started kicking harder, hoping that the commotion would keep the marine life at bay.  I later learned that sharks have sonar senses, and that they are attracted to "thrashing."  Awesome.  

I looked up, and the group was nowhere in sight.  Sigh.  

It was at this point I seriously contemplated quitting, just wading to shore and walking back on the beach.  All of a sudden, Sue was beside me, talking to me and encouraging me to keep going.  I asked her if I could stop.  She said no, not yet, we're almost there.  I was trying really hard to swim in a non-embarrassing fashion, but being clad in a latex wetsuit lagging behind every other person, well . . . yeah.  I was near tears, struggling to make any kind of progress.  It was then that I heard Tom's voice, saying "hey, Megan!  great to see you out here.  Keep going, you're doing great."  

I took another deep breath, grateful for Sue and Tom, and refused to give up.  I kept at it, and eventually I grabbed a hand full of sea grass as I entered the group circle.  Everyone cheered, which kind of made me want to cry again, because I am such a terrible swimmer.  I did say "I'm done, I'm not doing it again tonight."  I made it 1000 yards - very shy of the 1600 I was supposed to have done.  Coach gave us some more pointers, told me that I am doing good, I just need to be patient with myself.  Easier said than done, of course, but I will keep going, because there's no other option.  

And so I swim . . . . 

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Today is a gift, that's why we call it the present

Cheesy, maybe, but a good reminder that our time here on earth is limited, and that any given day may be our last.  




This week's blog was going to be about my experience at the Iron Girl Clearwater 1/2 Marathon, and my renewed love of running.  In a way, it is still about exactly that, because running is what we DO.  It is a huge part of who we are, the "fabric of our lives."  (Now, I have to laugh at this reference, because anyone who has donned ANYTHING made of 100% cotton for a long run knows that it often results in unpleasant chafing and larger than life blisters).  Sort of like this:

Not my foot - that picture was super gross.  You are welcome.


During the time I have spent as a member of the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society's Team In Training program, I have come to know many wonderful people.  I like to call them "AWESOME."  In addition to being kind-hearted souls, some of these individuals are also extremely talented runners.  


This is Coach Lyle.  He's Kind of a Big Deal.

Coach Lyle was running the Boston Marathon this year for the FIRST time.  I was beyond excited for him.  For the majority of the year, he coaches people for their events, running countless miles back and forth so that no one ever feels as though they are going at it alone.  He answers questions, emails the TEAM, organizes get togethers to celebrate accomplishments - all with an infectious smile.  The  man oozes positivity.  Ask anyone.  You cannot be around him and not want to be a better person.  

This race, though, this race was all his.  He earned it, he worked hard for it.  I was sad that I couldn't be there in person to cheer, so I did the next best thing:  I race stalked him!  I had text messages sent to my phone, I watched the live coverage and had a little digital person running across my computer screen.  I updated Facebook to the point that it did cross my mind that he might block me from tagging him.

Boston is a big deal.  It's the most prestigious marathon . . . the city basically shuts down . . . offices are closed, people camp out on the Common and cheer for 20,000+ strangers each on their own journey to the finish line.  

I had the opportunity to witness this event first hand in 2002, when I was working on an audit in Hyannis.  This was well before my introduction to endurance sports.  I viewed every single person running the marathon as the equivalent of an Olympic Marathoner.  They all looked fast to me, and I deemed them all crazy.  Who voluntarily runs 26.2 miles?  Lol.

I tracked Lyle, Maria and John for hours.  I was filled to the brim with excitement when Lyle crossed at 3:03, and when Maria crossed at 3:32, and when John crossed at 4:04.  I sent congratulatory text messages, telling them to enjoy their race and the city.  

Boston is one of my very favorite cities.  If it wasn't so cold, I would consider living there.  History is abound, everywhere you turn.  In the summer, hydrangeas bloom in the most beautiful shades of blue, decorating the flower beds and the steps of the brownstones that line Newbury Street.  I like to walk through the city, forgetting that it is the 21st century, imaging what it must have been like in the 1700s.  Chad and I went there a few years ago, and I had him walking all over town, for hours on end - at one point, he quietly requested that we take a cab back to the hotel.  I was a bit startled, but it was a GREAT idea.  We had to have been a good 5 miles away, down in the Harbor, and we were losing daylight.

I was in a meeting at 3:15pm on April 15th, talking to my boss.  I glanced at my laptop, and saw that one of our managers in Boston was messaging me.  I looked, because I thought it pertained to our meeting.  When I saw that she had typed "explosions in Boston, check on your friends," my heart dropped into my stomach.  I wrapped up the meeting quickly, not even sure what I had promised to do.

Remember how I said that Lyle is AWESOME?  Even though I knew that he had finished running more than an hour beforehand, I had a sinking feeling that he might have been close to the finish line, cheering on the runners as they finished their races.  That's just Lyle.  BUT, the good guy that he is, he had already sent text messages and a Facebook post that he and his group were fine.  Whew.  I checked in with Pete, who found Maria, Holly and Teresa.  I posted to John's wall, and his group had checked in with their home support crowd (in Fresno, CA) and they were all safe as well.  We checked on Vera and Kara and Dave and Doug.  All fine.

I am extremely thankful that every one I knew participating in the race and those travelling with them were safe and physically unharmed.  I checked in with former and current co-workers to confirm they were safe - all good news was reported.  My phone was actually buzzing continuously, because my friends and family and co-workers thought that perhaps I was in Boston either running or spectating, checking in to make sure that not only was I okay, but that my friends were safe.  I had no idea people thought I was there; I feel terrible for not thinking to alert everyone that I was NOT there!  

My heart rate quickens and my stomach turns over every time I think about the explosions in Boston, knowing that it could very well have been worse - way worse.  Like many others have said, it's not about US.  It's about everyone else - our fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, friends, cousins, training partners, co-workers and strangers.  It's about those people who we hold closest to our hearts, who support us when we are running injured, when the weather isn't pleasant, when we neglect chores and spousal time, when we go to bed at 9 o'clock on a Friday night because we have a group run at 5am an hour away from our house that we wouldn't dream of missing . . . who are on the sidelines cheering, taking pictures, posting splits to Facebook and Twitter, and then running almost as many miles to see you multiple times on the course . . . who are waiting at the finish line, with a smile bigger than the one you are wearing yourself because they are happy for your victory.  

How DARE someone attack the biggest, best part of our heart?  How DARE they?

Tuesday night I heard that Lyle was going to be at track practice, so Teresa and I surprised him.  I drove up to BFE, just to give him a hug and tell him that I am relieved that he is safe.  I ran a bit - after all, it WAS track - and we talked.  Not so much about what happened, but about other things, lighter things.


Misty, Lyle and Me at track 4.16.13

I drove home that night, deep in thought.  I slept soundly - having that tangible moment where you know your friends are certifiably safe provides a peace that is unmatched.  I woke up the next morning, full of resolve.  I felt that I needed to do more, to be more.  I signed up to run 26.2 in Philadelphia this November.  I felt the NEED to run, to make the statement that I am not afraid.

Later that night, when Chad and I were discussing the events in Boston, I asked him if he hoped that I change after our wedding, if he hopes that I no longer run.  He said that as long as we live in a free country, crazy people are going to do all sorts or harmful, evil things, and that he doesn't ever want that part of me to change, that he wants me to do what I love.  Swoon.  I told you this man is special <3

Even though the sport has forever changed, it is still ours.  It belongs to the runners and the race directors and the spectators.  It belongs to us.

And so I run. . . . 

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Beginning Again - My Journey to Augusta

Frank Shorter, 1972 Olympic marathon gold medalist, said "You have to forget your last marathon before you try another. Your mind can't know what's coming."  

Apparently this does not apply to triathlon, because when I dismounted my bike and began the wobble out of T2 in Ocala, I knew that it would not be my only 70.3 race.  


Two days later, legs still on fire, I was consumed with the thought of registering for another 70.3 this year.  I know it's selfish.  I should be focused on planning our wedding and readying our house for guests this summer, enjoying the hugeness of the life event of marriage and the celebration with our friends and family, not overtaken with Ironman tunnel vision.


I tried to push it aside, hoping that the desire would subside a bit and I would decide that I would, in fact, relax for the remainder of the year and for once, enjoy "doing nothing."  I went to swim class, boot camp, and Running for Brews.  I joined in for a 20 mile bike and a 3 mile run, just because it sounded like fun and I wanted to see my friends.  




As you may have guessed, once an idea forms inside of my head and anchors itself in my heart, there is no stopping me.

My husband-to-be is marvelously supportive.  When I said that I wanted to do another race, he didn't even hesitate before saying "then you should."  I told him the races I was thinking about, and he helped me decide - IM Augusta, on September 29th.  It's relatively close to Florida, I do not have to ship my bike, and most of my tri friends are registered.  Oh, and the swim is down river.  Okay, maybe that was my deciding factor, haha.

Now that I have chosen a race, I am ready to get started with my training.  I am still allowing my body to recover from Ocala, and I am exercising mostly when I feel like it, which is 3-4 days a week.  I am taking the time to enjoy being active while we plan our wedding - only 85 days to go!!!!  We are REALLY, REALLY excited!!!!!!

I do have a time goal in mind for Augusta, but mostly, I want to train hard and go out there and do the best I am capable of that day, and have FUN doing it.  I am looking forward to receiving my training schedule, which I fervently promised to follow this time around.  A few more weeks of unfocused, enjoyable workouts, and then "It's On!"

And so I run.


Tuesday, March 26, 2013

HITS Ocala - A Second Shot at 70.3

Pre-Race

The Day Before

I learned a lot from my failure in Miami.  I took the Friday and Monday sandwiching race weekend off from work, to ensure I had enough time to travel to the race and rest afterwards.  It wasn't fantastic timing, but I did it anyway.  Friday morning I slept until 8am, and then lazily made my way to the kitchen to find food.  Zeus and I cuddled while we checked Facebook and did laundry.  He is such a helpful pup!  I realized that it was going on 11am and I had not yet packed my bags for Ocala!  I turned the computer off, and headed off to pack.  I pulled out a list that was in one race bag or another, and I made piles upon piles on the bed, checking the list 3 or 4 times before I was satisfied that I had everything I would need for a weekend of racing and spectating.

I loaded my car, secured my bike and gave Zeus specific instructions to stay off of the couch.  I highly doubt he listened, but I had to get going if I wanted to make it in time for the athlete meeting, which I did - very much so!  I pointed my car north east, and off I went! 

You might be thinking that I obsessed about the race for two hours.  I actually did nothing of the sort.  I tuned into the radio, and sang along with each catchy tune.  I stopped once for gas and to use the restroom.  I was going to get a cup of coffee and a snack, but the employees at the store were unbelieveably slow, and I quickly grew impatient.  How difficult is it to pour coffee and drop a chocolate donut into a bag?

Being as my GPS is slightly outdated by 5 years or so, I took a little detour before pulling into Carney Island Park.  It worked out well, though, because as I was parking I saw Sherrie's car circling around the lot!  We walked over to the registration tent, and the volunteers told us that we could get our race day packets after the athlete meeting, which was just beginning.  We lucked out and found seats on the aisle, and settled in to listen to Mark, the super-awesome Race Director tell us what he had in store for Saturday.
 
 
After the meeting, Sherrie and I stopped to talk to Pete, Kari, Margie, John, Jen, Teresa and Brian.  We checked out the vendor booths - I had my eye on a 70.3 v-neck t-shirt and a visor, but I did not want to jinx myself, so I refrained, and limited myself to buying a couple packagers of Honey Stinger chews and my new favorite bars:
 
 
Sherrie and I decided that we would drop our bikes that night, so that race morning we had less to worry about carting to the park.  I went to my car, and put some air in my brand new tires.  As I was putting my bike pump in the car, I heard a very loud BANG, sort of like a gun shot.  I ducked, and looked all around, wondering what had happened.  The guy parked next to me said "sounds like someone blew a tire."  I was relieved that there wasn't a shooter present, and went about my business, thinking "Man, that stinks!  I feel bad for whoever's tire that is."  I turned to get my bike off the rack, and something looked amiss.
 
 
Crap!  It was my tire that blew!  No wonder it was so loud!  I did not panic; it was the night before the race, and we were heading to Jen's house for our pre-race meal.  I figured it would be relatively easy to change - and if not, I had plenty of help!  Also, I knew it would be messy, because it was the back tire and I'd have to drop the chain.  It's much nicer to clean up in a bathroom than at a park.
 
We stopped at the hotel to check in, and then we headed to Jen's.  John manned the grill while the ladies chattered.  Jen said she would help me change my tire, so we started the task at hand.  Once we pried the tire off of the wheel, this is what we found:
 
 
We all had a good laugh, and an even better one when we were putting the tire back on the bike, as Jen and I managed to get the chain all twisted and wonky.  Perhaps I should have paid closer attention to "how to change a bike tire day" with Coach Gene last spring.  It took us a good 5 minutes to figure out how to untangle the mess, and our hands were filthy!  That was hard work!  We were ready to eat.
 
 
Jen and John are NSNG (No Sugar, No Grains), so our dinner consisted of grilled chicken, grilled tbone steaks, grilled plantains (OMG!  SO DELICIOUS!!!!!), a garden salad topped with oil and vinegar, some bread rolls for us grain eaterrs and corn (not really a vegetable, but it looks pretty on the table).  I ate an entire steak, my salad, 3 rolls and 4 plantains.  It was the best meal I have had in a long while, and I deem myself a good cook!  Notice how we all match :-)


When our bellies were satisfied and the clock turned to 8:30pm, we parted ways to hit the sack.  Race day comes early - wake up was 4:45am!  We applied our tri-tat race numbers, washed our faces, brushed our teeth and called our better halves.  There was only one thing left to do.  Time to sleep!

I slept wonderfully.  I did not wake up in a panic that I overslept, I did not wake up to use the bathroom, and I did not wake up from dreaming of race terrors.  When the alarms sounded,  I was startled.  It took a minute to remember why I was waking up so early, and as mch as I wanted to stay curled up in bed, I made myself get up.  I put on my "outfit" and re-checked my gear bag.  I guess I had everything.  We did one last sweep and hopped in the car.

Race Morning

When we arrived at the park, it was very DARK.  We didn't see anyone directing traffic, and I passed up the first entrance to the parking lot.  We found a different entrance, and found a spot close to the finish line area - sweet!  Sherrie and I gathered our belongings and made our way to transition.  I took my time, because it was only 5:30am and I had an hour until transition closed.  I put my bike in the rack and sat on my little pink bench.  I laid out my towel next to my bike, and lined up my gear by activity.  I put a water bottle and my combination sunscreen/bug spray in the bin by my bike tire, thinking that I would need both coming out of the water.  As I was talking to the guy across from me about the weather, I decided that I would wrap everything in plastic, because it would definitely rain at some point.  And if it didn't, then I over prepared. 

I put my run shoes, visor and fuel belt in a zippered pouch, which is actually part of my tri bag.  I left the bottles for the fuel belt out, because I didn't want them spilling all over my shoes.  The whole purpose of the zippered protection was to keep them dry! 

I put my bike stuff in a plastic Publix bag, because I honestly thought it would rain while I was riding.  I placed my gloves, calf sleeves and socks in my shoes, and wrapped the bag tight.  I turned it upside down and put my helmet on top. 


Sherrie came over and asked if I was ready, and I said yes, but I wanted to go put my bag in the car.  She asked why, and I said because it has dry clothes and it's not a water proof bag.  I could tell she tought I was crazy, but she humored me anyway.  We stopped at the car, used the restroom, and liberally applied vaseline to our under arms and necks to protect our skin from our wetsuits.  I put my keys in a secure place, and felt a fat drop land on my cheek.  Um, Sherrie?  I think it's starting to rain.

We made our way over to the protected area of the bathrooms, and moved to the inside where we were safe from the wind and rain.  It was POURING.  Yuck.

Part 1:  The Swim

Standing close to the back wall, I stepped into my wetsuit, jumping up and down, pulling it up as far as possible without having to zip it, because doing so meant that the race was real.  I clenched my swim cap in my hands, checking every other minute that my goggles hadn't fallen out, nervously biting my lip while I looked out at the rain, silently hoping the swim would be cancelled.  I turned to Sherrie and quietly said "I don't want to do this."  I must have looked terrified, because her eyes opened wide and she paused before answering.  She said "Well, that's fine.  You're an adult, and you can make your own decisions.  I trust that you'll make the right one."  

My stomach was turning tumultuously, and I was close to tears, questioning whether or not I could really swim 1.2 miles in under 70 minutes having not trained.  The rain stopped, and after a few brief moments of deliberation, I nervously followed the crowd down to the water's edge, scanning the water for the markers, which were masked by the eerie pre-dawn light and a moderate cloud cover from the earlier shower.


  
Sherrie and I met a woman wearing a Team In Training wetsuit similar to ours, and we got to chatting.  Her name was Michelle, and she was from Wisconsin!  I welcomed her to Florida and apologized that it wasn't warmer.  She smiled and said that it was 28 when she left, so this was a nice change of climate.  I saw Sherrie wading into the water, so I quickly followed, trying to shred the cloud of self-doubt that was threatening my day.  

We splashed our arms and faces with the water, which while cool, was not too cold.  It was fresh and clear, and I momentarily felt better about the swim.  I thought back to Miami Man, when I was pleasantly surprised at how much I enjoyed the fresh water swim, and how I did manage to complete the 1.2 mile swim.  I told myself I could do it, to focus on myself and not the other swimmers.  I was just getting ready to go completely under to further acclimate myself to the water when the race director called everyone back to the beach.  YES, I thought!  The swim is being cancelled!!!!  

No such luck.  Mark was simply telling us that he was delaying the swim start for 10 minutes, so that the sun would be rising and the cloud cover would lift.  Darn.  He gave a few other instructions, and then announced that those who would like to join him in prayer were welcome to do so.  I stayed, placed my hand on Sherrie's shoulder, closed my eyes, and prayed with all my heart.  I didn't pray for anything in particular.  I didn't ask God to save me from drowning or to help me swim faster, or to prevent me from having a bike accident or from spraining an ankle on the running trail.  I just prayed.

I waded back out to the first buoy for the in water start, making sure to stay close to Sherrie.  I was shaking, I was so nervous, but I put my goggles on and took a deep breath.  The horn sounded, and off we went.  I sort of walked with Sherrie, because it was waist deep water, and she was wading.  I wasn't ready for her to leave me.  We started swimming some, and John and Jen appeared.  The four of us swam sort of together for a few minutes, until they found their rhythm and headed off towards the first buoy.  I told myself that I could do this, and just breathe every couple of strokes, like I had been practicing in swim class.  

It was going pretty well, and then I felt a foot connect with my head.  Ouch!  I was taken by surprise, because on my last breath there was no one even remotely close to me, lol. My breathing became more rapid and shallow, and I remembered that this happened in Miami, and that I should immediately flip on to my back to slow my heart rate down.  I found that placing my arms in a T position and pushing down towards my sides while flutter-kicking was propelling me forward, so I decided I would "swim" that way until the first buoy.  I glanced at my watch, and it read 15:23 - ok!  I was doing just fine, time-wise!  This gave me confidence, and I was able to alternate actually swimming freestyle and floating.  I counted strokes, trying to use the tips and drills Coach Lora was teaching us in class.  I told myself to swim to the kayak, that I could take a break when I got there.  The problem?  The kayaks kept moving!  

It was about this time that it started to rain again, and I was thankful that 1) I was already wet and 2) I had the good sense to put all of my transition gear in plastic bags.  I could not see the second red buoy, and I started to panic a little.  I took a look around, and I saw several navy and powder blue swim caps in front of me, so I put my head down and "just kept swimming."  After what seemed like forever, I made it!  One more buoy to go, and then I could ride my bike.  The thought crossed my mind that maybe I should pee while I was in the water so that I didn't have to stop on the bike.  I tried really hard, but I just couldn't do it.  Sigh.

I knew the water was shallow after the turn, and I also knew that trying to walk through the water would take way more energy than swimming, so I kept going until I pulled my right hand back and grabbed a handful of sand.  Time to run out of the water.  FINALLY!!!!  I glanced at my watch - 59 minutes!  I did it!  I made the cutoff!!!!  The race director was standing on the beach, and he smiled and gave me a hi-five as I exited the water, pulling my cap and goggles off in one swift motion.  

I heard "Megan!  Over Here!  Good job!  You did it!"  I looked to my left, and there were Brian, Teresa and Kate, cheering me on.  I smiled and screamed "I did it!  I didn't die!"  The spectators laughed, but they had no idea that I had conquered the most terrifying part of my race.




I jogged up to T1, extremely proud of myself for not having a panic attack in the water and making the cutoff.  Whew!  I wore my wetsuit all the way to my bike station, and quickly stripped it while I put my helmet in place.  I noticed that the earlier storm had blown through my bike bag, and my socks and calf sleeves were a bit damp.  I contemplated not wearing the compression sleeves, but being as I was cramping a little in the water, I figured that it was better to wear them.  I struggled to pull them on, but finally got them up.  I thought about not wearing my socks, because I rarely ride with them anyway, but then I thought it might rain again, and I should try to keep my feet warm.  My deliberation added a ton of time to my transition, but finally I was off!


Part 2:  The Bike

The prior day, we were informed that the bike course had changed slightly, that it would be an out and back for the half, and two out and backs for the full.  I wasn't too concerned, because I knew there were rolling hills and a few turns, thanks to John and Jen - they not only went to tri camp at Ocala, but went back out to the park and rode the course, providing an in depth synopsis for all of us.  In other words, they did my homework for me, hahaha.

I waved to Pete, and took a drink of water as I made my way out of the park.  I checked the time on my watch, and made a mental note so that I knew when to start fueling.  I read somewhere that it takes 10-15 minutes for your stomach to settle after the swim, so I chose to use that as my rule of thumb.  I was doing everything wrong - the farthest I had ridden in the three weeks prior to the race was maybe 26 miles, and I only did it once.  I bought new bars at the expo, mostly because I was hungry and wanted a snack.  I didn't practice fueling, so I was breaking the cardinal rule of racing:  NOTHING NEW ON RACE DAY!  

The bike route was enjoyable.  It was a quiet ride, and I was alone quite a bit - being last of of the water will warrant that most days.  My bike computer wasn't working, so I used my watch to gauge my speed.  I pretty much decided to just have fun - I was in a deliriously good mood from my successful swim.  I thought I would be able to do the bike portion in 3 hours, give or take 15-20 minutes, so I focused on keeping my legs moving and using my shifters when I noticed myself slowing down.  I drank water when I needed it, swallowed 2 salt pills every 30 minutes, and alternated sipping my recovery brew and downing a GU every 15 minutes on either side of the salt pills.  

At Mile 20, I was just over an hour into the ride - sweet!  I was doing great!  I saw the volunteers with new bottles, and I called out "WATER!"  I dropped the first one, which was a little embarrassing, but they were super nice and the third person handed me another bottle, which I successfully placed in my cage.  At Mile 28 (the turnaround!), I was still doing good, but man, did I have to use the portalet!  The guy volunteering said "turn around, right here!," to which I replied "I have been waiting 28 miles to use your portalet, so I am stopping quickly."  He laughed.  The facility was a little tilted, as it was placed on uneven ground, but it was clean and not smelly - bonus!  I used same sanitizer from my bike bag, ate my second bar, swapped out my water bottle again, and headed back out for 28 more miles.

At Mile 30, it started getting a bit . . . . windy.  I somehow managed to hang on, and soon I rode up to a guy that looked like John.  I wasn't really sure, because I had no idea what he was wearing that day!  It turned out that it was him, so I wished him well and continued onward, fully expecting him to leap frog me.  

At Mile 40, my legs went.  I knew my 3:15 was out the window, and that there was no way I was going to hit a 2:20 half marathon, but I kept going.  It was windy and uphill - I thought of Whitney telling me that she had a "come to Jesus moment" in Augusta last year, and I laughed to myself, because now I know what she meant.  Those last 16 miles took awhile.  Finally I hit Mile 53, and all I could think about was getting OFF my bike.  My butt hurt.  After what seemed like an hour, I rounded the bend and spotted Teresa and Kate again - YAY!!!!!!  




I racked my bike, and heard Pete yelling.  I looked over, and there he was, helping Kari focus.  I have never been happier to see two people in my life!  I put all my gear in its' place and donned my running visor and fuel belt, and off I went.  Or so I thought.  My legs had other ideas.  I walked to the aid station, downed some Hammer Heed, and jogged out of T2.  


Part 3:  The "Run"

Ugh.  This was going to be a rough run!  I checked my watch, and I saw that I still had nearly 4 hours to complete the half marathon.  Once I realized that I had time, I slowed to walking and let my legs come back.  It was about this time that Kari came upon me.  She was doing a 3:1 run:walk, so I decided that I, too, would do that!  It was beyond fantastic to have someone there to divert me from myself.  We had a great time chatting.  



Teresa came into the woods when we were on a walk break, and said "Come on, you need to run."  What?



This did not last long.  Everything hurt, and I needed to walk some if I wanted to finish.  So I held up, and reconnected with Kari.  Like I said, this was the BEST THING EVER.  After mile 4-ish, we switched to a 1:1 ratio, taking longer walk breaks if we needed them.  We were both in an enormous amount of uncomfortable. Even though everything hurt, I never once thought "I am never doing this again."  Mile 5 was at the top of a hill.  We moaned and groaned, knowing that we had to make that trek again, because it was a 2 loop course.  We definitely took our time at that aid station, talking to the volunteers, eating oranges, stretching.  Finally we forced ourselves to turn around and head back towards Mile 6.  When we were in the midst of our misery, we happened upon Teresa, Kate and Pete again - just the pick me up we needed!


Kari and I waved farewell, and headed back into the woods for round two.  We walked a lot of that part.  We were hot, everything ached . . . . but NOT ONCE did we think we wouldn't finish the race.  It might take us forever, but we were going to do it!  When we got back out to Mile 9.5 or so, Kari's friend Val picked us up and got us moving.  She had been running with Margie, but she sent her to the finish line and helped us get back up the hill.  Once we got to the top, we moaned for a bit - we stretched, applied sunscreen, ate some more oranges.  And then we just started running.  It was slow, and not pretty, but there we went.  With about a mile and a half left, Kari's knee gave out.  She needed to stretch it out some, and told be to go on without her.  I declined, and both her and Val said "Go!  We'll be right behind you." 

So I went, looking over my shoulder to make sure that they were, indeed, right behind me.  At this point, I really, really, really wanted to be done.  As much as it hurt, I put one foot in front of the other and ran as bet I could, all the way to the finish area.  Teresa cought me coming around the corner.


I was elated that I was finishing, and within the time constraint.  I was ready to cry, I was so relieved - both that I could stop and that I was capable of finishing the 70.3.  I told myself that I was not allowed to cry, and somehow I held it together and ran through the finish line.

The volunteers gave me a medal and a bottle of water, which I gladly accepted.  Kate and Teresa were there cheering and hugging.  I turned around, and there was Kari, running through the finish, Pete by her side on the outside of the course.  It was fantastic!  We did it!

Post Race

We hung around awhile, chatting and cheering on the other athletes that were still out there.  We saw John and Jen looping around, and we cheered as loudly as we were able.  We cheered for the athletes doing the full iron distance, and we profusely thanked the volunteers.  Kate packed a cooler full of Yuengling, and I greedily grabbed a beer from her, beyond thankful for her thoughtfulness.  We ate some pasta, cheered some more, and cleaned up our transistion areas.

Once John and Jen finished, they grabbed some food and headed out with Teresa and Brian.  Kate, Sherrie and I stayed, joining Bonnie and her crew at the top of the hill so that we could watch Patrick, George, Vinnie and Terry finish their races.  It was awesome, seeing the full athletes run.  They all looked so strong!  Someday, I hope to be that strong.  I hope to be iron strong.

At 9pm, we called it day.  Kate had her race the next day, and Sherrie wanted Five Guys.  I had never been, and let me tell you, I didn't know what I was missing!  That may have been the tastiest cheeseburger I've had in awhile!  I ate a few fries, but I didn't really want them much.  That's what clean eating does to a person - the junk food isn't as appealing. 

Once we got back to the hotel, we repeated the activities from the night before, but set the alarms for 5am - we were sleeping in!  Lol. 

The Next Day

The alarms sounded, and all three of us were up, moving around and getting ready to go back tot he park.  Kate was doing the Aqua Bike, Teresa and Brian were doing the Sprint, and Brad and Bonnie were doing the Olympic.  We had a full morning of cheering to do! 

I had a great time, watching all of my friends and a few hundred strangers compete this weekend.  I know first hand how much work goes into working up the nerve to try something new, how overcoming your fears is a daunting task.  I was so happy for all of the finishers.  I have never had this much fun at a race before!  Everything was well organized, and any problems were addressed immediately.  I enjoyed the course - even the swim - and the race director truly cares about every single athlete.  I will definitely do another race with HITS.

In the meantime, I am just enjoying my accomplishment.  It was not pretty or remotely fast.  It took me 8 hours and 19 minutes to finish the race.  My goal was to finish, and I did exactly that.  I am proud of myself for forging ahead when I knew I was unprepared and that there was a great chance I would fail again.  I am proud of myself for not quitting, for sticking it out when things got tough.  In doing so, I have found my passion for triathlon.  I have been to the pool already, and I have plans to swim, bike and run several times this week.  I do not have another race of such magnitude on my schedule, but that doesn't mean I will stop training.  I discovered that I actually love it - when every part of your body hurts, and your mind overcomes the voices that tell whisper "you can't do this," it has become part of your tapestry.  It has become you.



And so I run.