The Journey

Vineman 70.3

The Deed is Done!

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My inbox proudly reports....

Congratulations! You are now registered for the 2012 Ironman 70.3 Vineman

"The Ironman 70.3 Vineman Triathlon (formerly the Half Vineman Triathlon) consists of a 1.2 mile swim, 56 mile bike, and 13.1 mile run triathlon and is a qualifier for the Marines Ironman World Championship 70.3 at Lake Las Vegas in Henderson, NV. This event has become one of the most popular and highly competitive triathlons in the world."

One of the most popular & highly competitive in the WORLD? What have I done? Why am I doing this?

"The Ironman 70.3 VinemanTriathlon is held in Sonoma County, California (about one hour north of San Francisco). The point-to-point event begins at Johnson's Beach in Guerneville and takes entrants past hundreds of vineyards and dozens of wineries before it finishes up at Windsor High School in Windsor. The course is a tour of Sonoma County's beautiful wine country, passing through four different grape growing regions: the Russian River Region, the Dry Creek Valley, the Alexander Valley, and Chalk Hill."

That must be it! I thought I was registering for a tour of wine country. I guess in sense I did. I wonder if the transition area includes wine tasting?

Seriously, The event sold out in less than 3 hours. Why do I find that almost as intimidating as the race distance itself?

A simple email confirmation. A very cool challenge!

"DO NOT RESIST CHANCES. Take them like vitamins. Let go of the brakes. See what happens if you go five more miles. Footbridges be damned, find your own way across. Don't worry about the bumps and bruises. Your body can take them. Don't steer around the bits that scare you, go over them, go through them. Do something the guys in the bowling league would be terrified of. You feel your chin rise up from your chest, and you'll be able to see what's around you. What's ahead of you. And there will be one less thing you cannot do. JUST DO IT. -September 1995"

Thoughts From Nike

Thoughts From Nike

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You were born a daughter. You looked up to your mother. You looked up to your father. You looked up at everyone. You wanted to be a princess. You thought you were a princess. You wanted to own a horse. You wanted to be a horse. You wanted your brother to be a horse. You wanted to wear pink. You never wanted to wear pink. You wanted to be a Veterinarian. You wanted to be President. You wanted to be the President's Veterinarian. You were picked last for the team. You were the best one on the team. You refused to be on the team. You wanted to be good in algebra. You hid during algebra. You wanted the boys to notice you. You were afraid the boys would notice you. You started to get acne. You started to get breasts. You started to get acne that was bigger than your breasts. You wouldn't wear a bra. You couldn't wait to wear a bra. You couldn't fit into a bra. You didn't like the way you looked. You didn't like the way your parents looked. You didn't want to grow up. You had your first best friend. You had your first date. You had your second best friend. You had your second first date. You spent hours on the telephone. You got kissed. You got to kiss back. You went to the prom. You didn't go to the prom. You went to the prom with the wrong person. You spent hours on the telephone. You fell in love. You fell in love. You fell in love. You lost your best friend. You lost your other best friend. You really fell in love. You became a steady girlfriend. You became a significant other. YOU BECAME SIGNIFICANT TO YOURSELF. Sooner or later, you start taking yourself seriously. You know when you need a break. You know when you need a rest. You know what to get worked up about and what to get rid of. And you know when it's time to take care of yourself, for yourself. To do something that makes you stronger, faster, more complete. Because you know it's never too late to have a life. And never too late to change one. JUST DO IT.

The Only Person You Are Destined to Become
Is the Person You Decide to Be

I Am Woman, Watch Me Tri!

Republished from Feb 2010 for my blogger friend SwimBikeMom as she goes into her first 70.3 this weekend. You Go Girl!

Do or Do Not. There is no Try!

Too often we are scared

Scared of what we might not be able to do. 

Scared of what people might think if we tried. 

We let our fears stand in the way of our hopes. We say no when we want to say yes. We sit quietly when we want to scream. And we shout with the others, when we should keep our mouths shut.  

Why? 

After all,we do only go around once. There's really no time to be afraid. 

So stop. 

Try something you've never tried. 

Risk it. 

Enter a triathlon. 

Write a letter to the editor. Demand a raise.  Throw away your television. Bicycle across the United States. Try bobsledding. Try anything. Speak out against the designated hitter. Travel to a country where you don't speak the language. Patent something. 

You have nothing to lose and everything everything everything to gain. JUST DO IT. 

-- Barry Sanders running backit Lion

Pumpkinman Race Report

So, the Pumpkinman....

A Sprint Tri...

 My 4th Sprint this year...

actually my 4th sprint this lifetime.

750 meter swim, 12.4 mile bike. 5k run.

Nothing to it...except in the last two weeks my training has been..well..less than great.

My new mantra is,

I prefer to think of it as well rested as opposed to under trained.

Friday night I stood in line for 90 minutes to pick up my race packet.

The top 18 finishers in my race had times better than my packet pickup time! 

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Having dropped off my running shoes at T2 friday night, and hoping they didn’t wander off by themselves, I arrived at the start line Saturday morning in time to watch a glorious sunrise. The water temp was low enough to allow wetsuits and while almost all competitors chose to wear one. I did not. 

I know, they say wetsuits help your time etc..but ..

Mine makes me feel like a beached whale.

The swim went great, I felt strong and fast.

T1 was long and narrow, 

seriously, 1/4 mile long.

In fact, I think it took me over a minute to get to the timing mat between the swim and T1.

Even without a wetsuit the swim/bike transition took over 5 minutes. Ughhhh!

The bike started with rolling hills. In the first 6 miles I think I actually passed more riders than riders passed me.

The second half found me playing cat and mouse with a couple of different riders. I felt confident the whole ride. 

Even the last mile and a half that featured a 6% uphill grade. Even when my speed dropped to 5mph.

T2 took 3 minutes. The actual amount of time it took to get from one end the transition area to the other including switching to my running shoes,

which were still where I had left them.

My run pace was a full minute/mile better than 2 weeks ago. That alone was a highlight for the day.

By 10:30am I had finished a 2+hour event and picked up my age group award. At this point I went to pickup my bag that had been transported from T1 to T2.

It was NOT there.

2 hours later my bag arrived. Now here’s the thing. It took 5 hours for them to get the bags from T1 to T2.

I swam a half mile, biked 12.4 miles, and ran another 3.1, then  sat for another 2.5 hours and my bag still couldn’t get the 8 miles from Boulder Beach. 

Every single sprint athlete finished the race before the bags! Actually, I’m not complaining, it’s really kind of funny.

Sadly enough, when the bags did arrive, close to 200 sprint and olympic distance athletes stood in line at bag pick-up while 2 volunteers ran bags from the truck to the drop off. 

At about the same time, myself and a couple or other athletes went to help. As we ran bags back and forth, the comment was made if everyone just pitched in and grabbed 3 or 4 bags we’d be done in no time.

Once the bags were unloaded, I gathered up my belongings and realized I needed to get back to the jeep at T1.

I strapped on my helmet and bike shoes, and loaded my small backpack..

At this time I realized how happy I was that I didn’t wear a wetsuit. With my sweatshirt from the AM wrapped around my neck, I’m not sure where my wetsuit would have fit.

Not sure I was ready for another 8 mile bike, I set out to Boulder Beach. 

An 8 mile ride that took an hour on the up, took a mere 25 minutes on the way back, and I didn’t even pedal. In fact I rode my brakes for quite a bit. It was a great way to stretch out and relax.

Most of my triathlete friends around the country are viewing this time of year as the end of their season, the beginning of off season. My greatest learning this year is that winter is to be “training season” summer is off season.

The 2012 “A” goal. Vineman 70.3 July 15th

Amica Race Report

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Turned out I was pretty tired last night and called it a day at 7:30pm. Figured even if I didn’t sleep, just kickin’ back and relaxing would be good. I was asleep, as they say, before my head hit the pillow.

I did however wake up at midnight, get up, work for a couple hours, and then go back to sleep.

I arrived, without incident, an hour before the start to set up in transition. 

Oh, except for the fact I had packed 2 LEFT shoes to run in.

Luckily, I caught that one before I left the house.

The swim was uneventful. My sighting seemed better than yesterday and since I only had to swim a 1/2mile, it really was an opportunity to just shake off the stiffness I was feeling.

I don’t know my splits yet, so my opinion may change, but I think I had a strong swim.

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In my personal opinion T1 was “icky”.

Had to walk/run thru gravel from the swim exit to my bike. took extra time to get all the gravel off feet to avoid blisters in the bike shoes. Then we had to walk our bikes out off the “gravel pit” transition area

The bike, which I had been concerned about since it was 6 loops on the same course, turned out to be pretty fun.

No, not the big hill we had to ride up 6 times.

There was a nice 1/2 mile or so stretch were I got to tri out the new aero bars. They worked great and my shoulders really needed the break. The downhill piece was really exciting. 

On the first lap, I seemed to ride the downhill more aggressively than the rest of my fellow ‘back of the packers”. 

Unfortunately the “front of the packers” were on their.....

I have no idea....3rd, 4th, 5th loop.

But here we are, I’m trying to pass a guy riding his brakes doing about 18mph down this extreme hill, and suddenly the lead group of men catch us. Thankfully, they’re screaming at the top of their lungs “ON YOUR LEFT” “ON YOUR LEFT”

I quickly realize it is not as important to pass the guy in front of me as it is to let this guys blow by at 35+mph.

Fun thing is on the next 5 loops the crowds have dispersed a little and I get to enjoy some speed. On a couple laps I even broke 35mph.

I really pushed on the bike felt I had given it my all when it was over.

T2 was another adventure. Skidding down the path back into the gravel pit on rubber legs. I tried to stand and switch into my running shoes, but kept losing my balance and spending time wiping more gravel off my feet before applying my shoes.

Finally I gave up and just sat down. 

The “Run” and we’ll use that word loosely here, started with a climb out of said pit. I could not for the life me get my legs moving.

I opted to racewalk until I caught my breath and recovered from the bike. It never seemed to happen. I ran the downhills and racewalked the rest.

Oddly, I was not disappointed as I felt the swim and bike had gone so well and I had pushed my limits.

Slam the Dam

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A race report for a 2.4 mile swim event is not nearly as elaborate as a race report for a triathlon. 

No transitions, no aid stations, no multiple disciplines.

Get in the water and swim.

What’s so hard about that....

2.4 miles, over 90 minutes in time.

Still sounds pretty simple...,but...

Actually, today, that’s the way it turned out.

I started slow to warmup and not have to fight the crowds, still a few people swam over me. 

Left turn at the 200 yard buoy.

After that I just fell into a groove.

Stroke after stroke concentrating on just that .

Several times throughout the race I fell in and out of that “groove”.

Being my first OWS of this magnitude, I did take away two big lessons. I need to work on my sighting and I have one arm stroke much stronger than the other. I’m sure I swam more than 2.4 miles, thanks to my constant weaving in and out of the course.

End of story.....I finished, and finished strong.

Although, now at 3 in the afternoon, I’m starting to “feel” the effects of this race.

Tomorrow the rescheduled Amica Sprint tri..

I repeat..


May the Triathlon Gods have Mercy on my Soul!

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