A Dream Realized - Ironman Wisconsin

   First, I feel the need to apologize for the length of this post before I even get going because I know that it will be a long one.  How can it not be when a dream that you have been striving for, for mulitple years is finally realized?!

   

   Second, I need to thank a few people who helped me to get to where I am today.  

       GOD - I thank God for the gifts He has given me and the courage and perseverance to pursue goals and dreams I never thought I would be capable of.  

       My Parents - Who have constantly supported me and encouraged me through all of my dreams, not just athletically but in every aspect of my life.  There will never be a way for me to truly show my appreciation or my gratitude for all the support they have shown me over the years.

      My Coach Kim - She helped me and pushed me in my workouts, structured my workouts to my personal needs and what was going on in my life to help me get to the finish line.  She encouraged and motivated me when I didn't think I could do it, reminding me to trust her and trust in the training.

      All of my family and friends - You all put up with so much from me since I started pursuing this dream.  My relentless talk of triathlon, training, nutrition, lack of sleep, intense workouts, etc.  I NEVER would have been able to do this without all of you supporting me in ways I never thought imaginable.  The amount of encouragement and kind words throughout this whole process has been unreal!

     As so many of you know, pursuing Ironman has been quite the process for me, many years of trial and error, rigorous training and unwavering determination.  I did a 1/2 Ironman last summer with the idea of pursuing a full Ironman in a few years, but somehow IM WI was still open.  Do I register or do I wait?  Due to my Dad's encouragement, I signed-up!  I truly didn't know at that point what I had gotten myself in to.  I planned on figuring out the training program on my own, going off of the training program I used for my 1/2 IM and then in an amazing twist of fate I teamed up with Kim.  I received daily workouts and encouragement throughout the whole process.  Training was the hardest thing I have ever done - as crazy as this probably sounds, it was WAY harder than the actual day. Squeezing in hard, intense workouts while working full time, maintaining other obligations and trying to have a social life (which felt like it was next to impossible).

Race Weekend

Friday:

    I worked a half day and then headed up to Madison.  The amount of encouragement I received from my co-workers was incredible.  The best thing someone said to me was, "May you stay safe and injury free, may you get the desired results and may you have constant confidence that you can do it because that is how we view you!  

Here we go!! Off to Madison, Wi

I got up to Madison and went through the athlete check-in and got all my gear.  I walked around and soaked in the atmosphere, the energy was palpable!  That night was the athlete dinner - a mix of motivation, intense emotion and incredible stories of people's individual journey's to get to Ironman.  I ate dinner with some of my Tri-teammates and then met up with some others at the end of the dinner.  Taking a bunch of pictures and encouraging those of us who had never completed an Ironman.

Ironman Virgin Teammates!

 After the Athlete Dinner, I headed over to my hotel to check in and meet up with my sister Monica.  I got to the hotel and unloaded all my gear - Triathletes have ALOT of gear...  As I looked around my hotel rom which would be my home away from home for the next 3 nights, I spotted these flowers.  My absolute favorite - Sunflowers and thought, wow I love that they have sunflowers in here!  As I glanced around the rest of the room, I thought, they are kind of weird because they don't really go with the decor.  Suddenly I realized that they were flowers for me!  Talk about a sweet gesture that totally had me in tears!

     Saturday:
Saturday was an early morning because Monica had to get to the Volunteer meeting.  I needed to get in an easy open water swim, and an easy bike ride.  Monica headed off to the training to be a finish line catcher while I joined the hoardes of other athletes getting in the water.  It was a chilly day but the water was wonderful.  My first open water swim of the season and I loved every minute of it!  The bike was rather chilly but it gave me the confidence that I needed for the next day.  Monica and I then went on a mission to find some breakfast, listen to a course talk and then head back to the hotel to put my feet up and take a nap.  Later that afternoon, the next person of my support crew showed up - Amanda!  We went to Mass and then dinner - They enjoyed drinks while I chugged water.

At Dinner, Amanda told me that her kiddies, my adorable niece and nephews wanted to come but couldn't so they sent me a picture of support.  I cried yet again when I saw the below picture!

After Dinner, we headed back to the hotel for an early bed time.  I fully anticipated not being able to sleep, but somehow I managed to sleep really well.

    Sunday - Race Day:

Naturally Race Day is an early day, I was beyond wired and ready to go!  Nerves were beginning to set in a little bit but all in I was confident in what I was about to do.  My sisters dropped me off near transition and as I was finalizing my transition prep and items I suddenly realized that I left my Garmin in our hotel room charging.  NOOO... I started to freak out - what was I going to do?  My Garmin goes off every 15 minutes to remind me to drink and eat on the bike.  How could I do the bike without it??!  I tried to calm myself down but I was definitely in panic mode.  Naturally I did NOT have my phone on me - I was almost at the point of asking a complete stranger if I could borrow their phone but thankfully I ran into my Teammates daughter and asked to borrow her phone.  Thank God I remembered my sister's number!  My sisters were able to make it back to the hotel, get my Garmin and make it back to me before the race started.  It was then time to start making my way to the Swim Start.  The energy was incredible, everyone encouraging each other, helping get each other's wetsuits zipped, etc. I turned the corner and finally saw the swim entrance, I suddenly exclaimed, "HOLY CRAP".  A guy in front of me laughed and turned and looked at me and goes, "First time?"  Haha... what gave that away??  

The swim is crazy!!! 3,000 people starting at the exact same time in a 2.4 mile swim.  I think I was the only person that did NOT wear a wetsuit.  Is that crazy?  Maybe but it was what I was used to and I made the most of it.  My plan was to stay out of the main stream of people and focus on my stroke, and doing my own race - not panicking if people are in front of me or doing better, than me, etc.  The first turn came up and suddenly it was like a symphony of people Moo-ing in the water.  Yes - you read that correctly!  Everyone Moos as they turn the first corner.  I wasn't about to miss out on that so I moo'd right along with everyone else.  Before I knew it the swim was over.  Swim Time was 1:32 minutes.

By this point, my parents and other siblings had made it up to Madison and were able to catch me coming out of the water.  The number of people cheering you on, up the Helix was amazing!  I passed a few teammates and was quickly on my way.  Into transition I ran, grabbed my bike bag, loaded up on nutrition, put on my helmet and sprinted off to my bike.  Now for me, the bike is my absolute arch-nemisis.  I have always told people that if I can survive the bike I would be able to finish the race.  There is the greatest chance of things to go wrong on the bike - you can crash, get a flat tire, drop your chain, get a penalty, get hit by a car (no this wasn't a closed course).  I was determined to just do my own thing on the bike and not worry about the people that were passing me. Within the first 20 minutes of the bike, I managed to get a drafting penalty!  There was a guy biking in front of me who was slower than I wanted to go and right as I am about to pass him, I hear a motorcycle to my left.  I obviously did not want to move into the path of the motorcycle, so I hung back behind the guy waiting for the motorcycle to leave.  Well - little did I know, it was a course official who decided I was drafting off of the guy in front of me.  He gave me a blue card which was a 5 minute penalty.  I was pretty disappointed by that but was determined to not let it ruin my race.  I went to the penalty tent and served my 5 minutes, as I joked around with another biker who got the same penalty.  The bike course is a 2 loop course.  The first loop felt never ending, and I hit the 3 bitches (the 3 worst hills on the course) and was suddenly surrounded by my cheering crew.  On the second hill, I saw some of my tri-teammates who cheering me on and ran next to me, encouraging me up that hill.  The Last of the 3 hills, had my family waiting for me - I came around the corner and saw my Dad and brother, who told me that the rest of the family was waiting for me on the hill.  My sisters and little brother saw me coming and quickly ran next to me up the hill while my mom was farther up the hill snapping a bunch of pictures.  

   The second lap of the bike felt so much better than the first.  While I saw my family the second time around, they asked how I was feeling and I said, I'm pretty sure you won't believe me when I say I feel amazing!  And I did, I really did. I was beyond shocked to see that my Grandma, Aunt and Cousin had joined the ranks of my support/cheering posse. They drove over 3 hours just to get there and see me a few times.  It was incredible and meant so much to me! Naturally when I first saw them I couldn't stop on the bike to say hi - had to keep going!

The energy and camaraderie of the other athletes on the bike was so much fun!  Finally the end of the bike was insight and it was getting close to the run.

Hello - Bike Helix!

I got off the bike and felt like I needed to get my land legs.  Took a little bit of effort to focus and get into transition.  The woman who helped me in transition, said, Wow, you have so much energy!  I said, heck yes I do, because I am going to be a FREAKING IRONMAN!!  She laughed and said, yes, yes you are!  You have so much time, you've got this!  Out of transition I went and saw my family really quickly.  I saw my grandma and had to stop and say hi to her!  Naturally she gave me one of her famous kisses that left lipstick on my cheek!

Grandma Bea!!

 I started my run and tried to remain conservative for the first 6 miles.  Running and then walking through the aid station. I hit mile 6/7 and saw my family again, and quickly asked for a picture of us all together since I knew that they couldn't all stay for the finish line.

Just a portion of my family

Once I got close to the half way point on the marathon, I knew that running the last 1/2 of the marathon was out of the question.  My stomach was no longer cooperating and the second I tried to start running I felt like I was going to end up puking.  I ran into my friend Deena who said she was going to run with me for a little bit.  I laughed and said, Nope, I am walking at this point.  So we walked and talked about how I was feeling, what was going on etc.  Suddenly she turned and looked at me and goes, woah, you do realize you are walking really fast right now!?  I just kept going, one foot in front of the other.  By the time I was 3 miles away from the finish, I was struggling to walk straight, beginning to stumble, partly because it was now pitch black outside and partly because I was exhausted!  I mentally yelled at myself, and told myself to keep it together, that I had come WAY TOO FAR to have them see me struggling now and pull me from the course.  I focused on one foot in front of the other and a good power walk.  I was about a mile out from the finish line and a volunteer told me that the crowds were going to get more intense, bright lights, etc.  As I approached the Capital Square, I couldn't help but grin from ear to ear.  I was about to cross that finish line!  Everything I had been working for 6 years and training for for the last year was about to come true.  I turned the corner and I entered the finish chute.  Immediately the tears started coming - I even heard a woman say, oh look, she is crying!  How could I not be?!  Finish Line Video  My sister's were anxiously waiting for me to cross that finish line.  The camera flashed and suddenly they were on top of me!  They almost knocked me over because of how excited they were.  It was incredible!!

My family has been there with me every step of the way, so to see them at the finish line was truly amazing!  Their support made this entire thing possible!  I then witnessed a couple get engaged!!  Talk about a special day/special moment for them!  I then went and got a massage - which was incredibly relaxing and painful - but in a good way.  I had to go back out for the official finish of the race.  It was the most intense finish I had ever experienced!  Waiting for the last few people to come in was intense - once they ended the race, I had to leave because I would have been so devastated to see someone come in after the official time was up.   My sisters and I headed back to my hotel, but despite the fact that I had worked out for almost 16 hours and had been up for almost 24 hours, I could NOT sleep - much to my sister's dismay!  Sorry Katie!!

The next morning my sisters, Katie and Monica had to get to work and school, so Amanda hung out with me.  We went to the athlete breakfast and the finishers store.  Talked to a variety of athlete's who had some fun stories to share and incredible experiences.  It still hasn't quite set-in that I actually did it, that I met my goal.  There is no feeling that compares to crossing that finish line - truly an incredible experience.  All I kept thinking during the race was, "I am GLAD to be here! I am truly blessed!!"

27, Single - So what?

              I’ve started this post numerous times, mainly when I have been angry or hurt, and I always end up throwing it out because writing when I am angry or emotional will make me sound bitter in this post.  So I am writing this when I am calm and rational and can hopefully adequately get my views across – I’m not always the most articulate, so we will see how this goes…

                I am 27 years old.  I am single.  I have been in 2 relationships, both of which were fairly short.  The reason for this post is to hopefully shed some light on my feelings about being single and why it’s not right to belittle, poke fun, or just be downright rude to someone about their relationship status.  Recently I have gotten a TON of flak for being single, maybe it’s because I am 27, maybe it’s because younger relatives are in serious relationships or are engaged, maybe it’s all just a joke.  No matter what the reason is – it’s not ok to put pressure on me to get into a relationship or to get married.  Since when did my personal life become anyone’s business?  Since when is it ok for people, sometimes complete strangers, to give me their opinion on how to find a guy?  Since when is it ok to tell me that I am becoming an old cat lady (which is ironic in and of itself since I am deathly allergic to cats and will never own one), or to call me a spinster even in jest?  Since when is it ok to tell me that if I don’t find someone soon, I will be single for the rest of my life?  Does getting married at a young age automatically mean that you are going to be happy for the rest of your life?  Because I certainly have my fair share of friends that are going through divorces.  Why is waiting for the right one to come along a bad thing?

                I suppose I am “old-school” in my beliefs about marriage, but I truly believe in the sanctity of marriage.  I believe in saving myself for my husband and giving him the total gift of myself upon marriage.  I believe in being married for life, divorce isn’t an option.  I believe in the importance of being, as my mother would say, “evenly yoked”.  I believe that the best marriages and relationships are built on a foundation of friendship.

                I do NOT believe in sacrificing my morals or values to “land the guy”.  I do NOT believe in being in or staying in a relationship just to be able to say, I’m in a relationship.  I do NOT believe in being in a relationship with someone who isn’t going to bring me closer to Heaven.  I do NOT believe that another person “completes me”.  I am a complete person on my own, another person can complement me and my qualities but does NOT complete me.

                Do I want to meet Prince Charming and have my happily ever after?  Of course, who doesn’t!?  But just because I haven’t found him yet, doesn’t mean that I am a spinster, an old cat lady, incapable of commitment or inadequate as a person.  What it does mean is that I am willing to wait for the right one! I am willing to wait until I am 100 years old, if that’s what it takes. I will NOT settle!

                Making fun of me for being single, or cracking jokes at my expense is not only mean but it is hurtful.  Maybe I will never find “The ONE”, maybe I will never get married and have a family – but being made fun of for that fact doesn’t help the situation.  Telling me that you’ve given up on me and my chances for getting married, is hurtful.  Telling me that you thought I would be married by now isn’t helpful – it’s hurtful.  

So please, please think twice about your comments, because while they may be well intentioned or meant to be funny, they can be incredibly hurtful and mean.

St. Paul's Cathedral - Church Architecture

      Last week I was out of town on a business trip in Minneapolis/St. Paul Minnesota.  It was my first ever business trip, so I kind of felt like a kid at Christmas.  I was so excited to see a new place, since I've never been to MN, and experience new things.  I did a variety of things from attending the conference, going to the Minneapolis Institute of Art, exploring the city on foot (while definitely bundled up), and ordering my first ever room service, but my absolute favorite thing I did was a brief architectural tour of the Cathedral of St. Paul.

The view from my Hotel Room

       The nerd in me, sat there listening to the tour guide while taking notes on my iphone - had anyone looked at me they probably thought I was being disrespectful and texting someone while I was in a church, but I wasn't I swear!

        The history of this gorgeous church is so amazing, here's some of the things I learned:

The High Altar

   This Cathedral was the 4th Cathedral to be built in St. Paul, it was built on a hill known as the hill of St. Anthony, now it is called Cathedral Hill.  The architect was Emmanuel Masqueray who helped with the Worlds Fair in St. Louis, the Bishop loved his style and told him that he wanted to build a Cathedral.  After further conversations Masqueray moved from New York to the Minneapolis/St. Paul area to be able to design and build the Cathedral.  His influence is seen in various buildings in the area.  He originally thought it would take 1.3 million dollars to build, it ended up taking 1.65 million.  It took 9 years to build, the interior floor of the Cathedral was done in Travertine marble, but the Bishop was very upset when he realized that they had only put the nice travertine in the aisles and not throughout the entire church and where the pews were going.  He made them pull out the flooring they had put down and put travertine everywhere.  The Bishop wanted the first mass to be Palm Sunday 1915, but they warned that since the travertine has just been laid that it wasn't ready for that much traffic and weight, the Bishop said it would be fine.  He was wrong.  The travertine settled unevenly and the pews and floor undulates like waves - that wasn't the design.  Now it is part of the character of the Cathedral. In 1915 the structure of the Cathedral was finished but they were out of money and the interior was completely plain and empty.  It would take another 45 years to truly complete the interior of the church due to WWI, the depression and WWII.  In 1915 it was the 3rd largest Cathedral in the US, now it is the 4th largest.  37 different marbles were used in the construction.  The Interior is 187ft tall, which for perspective means that if the Statue of Liberty - the copper statue, not the base she stands on, were place in the center of the Cathedral there would still be 15' from the top of her head to the ceiling.  How incredible!

Choir Loft - with an incredible Organ

Beautiful Rose windows

The ceiling of the largest dome in the Cathedral

     I truly find Church Architecture to be absolutely amazing!  The details, plans, revisions, struggles and stories all help to create this incredibly rich history of this Cathedral.  Details that most people would never think of, or understand why it was used in the church.  One example of this excellent foresight and detail by Masqueray was the use of limestone on the interior walls.  Marble is used for the first 7 feet and then the rest of the walls are limestone.  To the naked eye, one would think that they ran out of money, but it was part of his design from the beginning.  Limestone has a lot of holes and imperfections in the stone, which help with the acoustics of the Cathedral, so that the sound doesn't echo and bounce off the walls.  

     

      If you ever get an opportunity to go to Minneapolis/St. Paul - I'd highly recommend stopping into St. Paul's Cathedral and appreciating the architectural magnificence and beauty of this Cathedral. I certainy

Winter Triathlon Training

Chicago is currently going through another deep freeze - ugh! - which has made it impossible to do any form of training outside.  Now, I've never been a fan of cold weather, but I always try to get some runs in outside even when it is cold, negative degree wind chills - yeah... no way, not happening!

      My Ironman training is in full force so that means, no skipping any workouts not even for the crappy weather or the fact that my car won't start in this weather, or a busy schedule etc.  This week my workout total will be 6 hours and 20 minutes - together it sounds like a lot but when it is divided over 6 days - since one day is a rest day - really isn't too bad.

    My favorite workouts lately seem to be my swims!  I love the challenge they provide and seems to be way more entertaining than biking and less mundane than running on a treadmill right now!  My favorite swim workout this week was 5 x 100's in which I had to keep a consistent pace throughout each set.  I found this workout to be incredibly challenging but felt really accomplished once I finished and was able to keep a consistent pace throughout.  I was also STARVING after this workout!  Why is it that after a swim workout I am always so hungry, way hungrier than after any other workout??

Maybe my new swimming enjoyment has to do with my Christmas gift from Santa this year - swim gear to help me get better at my swim and to shave off a bunch of time! I have to admit... I already feel like a better swimmer.  I definitely feel legit when I bring all my equipment to the gym pool!

Current Ironman Training Stats for 2015:
  Total Training Time: 5 hrs and 58 minutes!
  Total Swim Distance: 4200 yds
  Total Bike Time: 2hrs and 10 minutes
  Total Run Time: 2 hrs
  Total Run Mileage: 12 miles

These stats don't seem too impressive to me yet, but I know as training continues I will be in awe by how far I will have come and the progress I will have made!  I WILL CONQUER IMWI!!

Well Hello 2015

    It's hard to believe that 2015 is already here!  How does time go by so fast??  For New Years Eve, I went out with my bestie to a bar downtown - we had a great time and as always it was a fun way to ring in the New Year.  My siblings were teasing me though with my simple 2015 fb post; "Dear 2015, I love you already!"  They of course thought that something ridiculously EPIC happened on NYE - which didn't - my response to them was that 2014 was pretty much a horrible year for me, so 2015 has to be better right?

    I started really looking back on my year - alot of things happened, both good and bad:
         - I was unemployed for 7 months
         - I then landed a Part Time job on a trial type basis and then was fired after 4 months
         - My nephew/godson was born
         - I started a new relationship and then that ended
         - I traveled to Connecticut and visited some relatives over the summer
         - I completed my first 1/2 Ironman
         - I took the Cross Country Team to State for the 2nd year in a row
         - I traveled to Connecticut for a second time

    As I started thinking about all these things that happened this year, I suddenly realized - wait a minute - there were way more good things that happened to me than bad.  All at once I realized that actually my year was pretty good, kind of a roller coaster, but like any other year the obstacles and joys help to form me into the person that I am today.  Sure, if I had my way, I would have enjoyed a year without any major struggles but through this year I learned lessons like:
         - One person's negative opinion doesn't rank higher than multiple people's positive opinion
         - Despite struggles and moments of failure - my family still loves my unconditionally
         - You can never make every single person happy
         - What's truly important is constantly trying to do your best and give it your all

    While 2014, wasn't what I was expecting, looking back on it - I wouldn't trade my experiences for anything.  They have helped me to be a stronger more loving person today - and to me, that is a successful year!  Now 2015 has officially started, I know that it will be a year with new adventures, new obstacles and new struggles.  I have no idea what this year holds for me, except for a new job and pursuing my first Full Ironman Race - I am excited to see where this year takes me.

    May 2015 be a year full of joy and happiness that far outweighs the obstacles and struggles of your life!

Ironman Wisconsin Training - Wait... WHAT??

      This past summer, I challenged myself to a 70.3 Ironman race in Racine, Wisconsin.  The training was really hard, incredibly demanding, physically draining and unbelievably rewarding!  It had been a goal of mine for quite a while and so I decided to take the plunge and really focus on getting myself there.  It was one of the most rewarding experiences of my life in which I had to overcome ALOT of obstacles to get to race day and then of course, nothing can ever go completely smoothly on race day and I had to struggle with a flat tire 12 miles in on the bike.  But, all in all, I was able to move past the flat tire and cramping issues and finish the race with my incredible family cheering me on through the finish line!

       I have to admit, after completing my 1/2 Ironman, I was in a weird state of feeling very accomplished and proud of myself and yet a little lost, not knowing what would be next.  A full Ironman has always been a goal in the back of my mind but my body has completely fallen apart on every marathon I have ever done, so could a FULL Ironman really be in my future?  It took me 4 years of training -yes you read that right! - for me to get to the starting line of the 1/2 IM, which is probably one of the reasons I was prepared to grab my bike and run with it if I couldn't fix my flat! LOL!  The 1st 1/2 I was registered for - I got injured a week out! So no starting line for that year.  The next year I got sick with a really weird Mono type virus that completely knocked me out.  The next year my best friend got married the weekend of the race.  So finally after 4 years I made it to the starting line and more importantly the finish line!  I actually think my parents were really worried about me after the race, because I am such a goal oriented person and I didn't have a solid goal in mind for after I finished the race.  Did I want to return to my running roots and focus on trying to get to Boston?  Did I want to stay with triathlons and work on getting faster in the Sprint and Olympic distances?  Did I want to pursue the Full Ironman?  Or did I want to pursue other personal goals?

       After enjoying,   a painful, week long break from all physical activity at my mother's request, I was going completely stir crazy! I NEEDED the gym - is that weird??  I still hadn't decided on my next goal but was just enjoying some training downtime and focusing on my Cross Country team - which made it to State the second year in a row! Congrats Girls!!

I was online stalking people who did the Madison Ironman and reliving my 1/2 IM experience and decided that I really wanted to do a Full Ironman.  Madison is one of those races though that typically fills up incredibly fast and the only way to really guarantee a spot would be to volunteer the year before, which means that my IM would be 2 years away. Ok - Now I had a plan.  Then I quickly found out that registration hadn't closed for the 2015 IM.  What to do, what to do??  I really struggled with this inner turmoil, with the voice in my head saying, "There is NO way you can do a Full Ironman" and the other voice that said, "Girl, you got this!"  I mentioned to my Dad that registration was still open, to which he quickly responded with, "You would be really stupid not to sign up! You are already 1/2 way there, you are in great shape! Your body doesn't seem to hate you any more and I will be there cheering you on!"  I laughed and said, "Ok, I'm SOLD!"  So that night, I did it - I signed up for my first FULL Ironman! What?!
        So, What does that mean??  Well for those of you that don't know a FULL Ironman is 140.6 miles!  A 2.4 mile swim, followed by a 112 mile bike ride and finished off with a nice 26.2 mile run or a full marathon.  Wait... what?? I signed up for that!? I've clearly lost my mind...
         The race is officially 295 days, 6 hours, 56 mins, 30,29,28...seconds away! EEK!  My training has already started and I've recruited the help of a coach to help guide me through the process and answer any questions I have but mainly to give me the confidence to get to that start line but more importantly the finish line!
       I don't want to kill you all with training details but I do plan on updating once a week about how training is going, etc.  So if you get bored with my IM posts - that's fine, just don't read my long boring posts! LOL!!

Racine 70.3 Race Recap

As I sit here writing this this morning, I am still completely in shock over what I accomplished yesterday, so therefore I need to apologize in advance for the length of this post, but it really couldn't be helped...  Yesterday was my 70.3 triathlon race in Racine, WI.  It has been quite the journey to get to race day.  My 1/2 Ironman journey started 4 years ago when I decided I wanted to race Muncie, IN, I trained my butt off, to get injured a week before the race and have the Dr. tell me that while my foot wasn't broken it probably wasn't a good idea for me to race.  Talk about an incredible disappointment!  Then the next year, I planned on doing either Racine or Muncie and started actively training to eventually come down with a Mono type virus that knocked me completely out of training.  I was sleeping almost 20 hours out of the 24 in the day - which made it impossible to train.  To learn more about my training and how I got to my race on Sunday, you can read my previous post: 3rd Times the Charm - Right?


RACE DAY:
     If any of you have ever done a race, you know that race day approaches with a mixture of anxiety and excitement, this race was no exception!  All week long I went through various stages of emotions, leading up to the big day.  Race morning arrived and I was up at 3:30, ready to leave my house by 4am.  Thankfully I caught a few extra Zs as my Dad drove us up to the race.  Upon arrival, the first thing I had to do was get my body markings and finish setting up transition.  That was all quickly done so I met back up with my family to wait until the swim start!

   
    Swim:
         Anybody who knows me, knows that I am a little crazy when it comes to OWS because I never use a wetsuit.  Even my sister was trying to convince me last week to use one since the water temp last weekend was a balmy 54 degrees.  But, I am a firm believer in not changing anything the day or week of the race, so the wetsuit was a no go!  When they called my wave to start lining up, I quickly noticed that there was only one other girl who also wasn't going to be wearing a wetsuit, we quickly became fast friends, since we were both clearly crazy!  Luckily for us the water temp had risen from the 54 degrees the previous weekend to 61.4 degrees.  The air horn went off and we were on our way.  I definitely remember at one point thinking, HOLY CRAP - I am finally doing this race!!  Let me say... that water was COLD - but only for the first 5 minutes or so, then I got into a rhythmn and didn't even notice the temp.  I am very thankful for water suport crew, because I apparently can not swim straight to save my life!  According to my Garmin, my 1.2 mile swim turned into a 1.75 - no joke, atleast 5 kayakers told me that I needed to swim more to the left and back into the fray of swimmers... At one point I popped my head up and looked around and suddenly realized I was almost done and said, Hell Yeah! almost done, to which a kayaker laughed and said, yes, yes you are, way to go!  Finally got out of the swim, and quickly realized that my feet were numb - running into transition was the most awkward feeling I have ever experienced!  Next up the Bike!

    Bike:
           For me, the bike is the scariest part because of the fact that so many things can go wrong.  So mentally I told myself if I could just make it to the run, then I was finishing!  Well, I think God has a funny sense of humor.  I'm cruising along and was at a particularly bumpy part of the course (around mile 12) when I knew suddenly something was very wrong.  I looked down and sure enough my back tire was completely flat! SHIT!  Thankfully I was at a stretch that was still fairly populated and was able to pull off the course and get up onto the sidewalk and work on changing my tire.  I started laughing, kind of an ironic laugh, at the fact that it had taken me 4 years to be able to get to the starting line and here I finally make it to potentially have to pull out at mile 12 on the bike.  Seriously?!  So I start working on getting my tire off... but I hadn't changed or fixed a tire in 3 years, so the going was very slow.  I had no idea if I had a hole or what the situation was.  All these people kept zipping past, a few shouted out asking if I was alright.  One guy looked at me and said, WOW, that sucks!  To which I responded, Yes, Yes it does!  I pulled out my CO2 cartridge and  used it to partially fill up my tire so that I could find the hole, because I am apparently old school and patch tires rather than pulling out a new tube (which I didn't have anyway).  I finally fixed the hole and got the tire all back together, now just to get it back on my bike... When suddenly out of nowhere a guy comes by on a bike and asked if I would like some help.  I immediately responded yes!  Which, for all I know is illegal in Ironman races.  So he quickly got my tire back on my bike.  He lived near by and was just out for a casual ride and thought he would check out the race when he saw me.  He told me that I was old school for patching the tire and then gave me his spare tube because as he put it, "Girl, you have got to finish and you have a long way to go!"  So with many many thank yous, I accepted.  Thankfully I did not need it.  He pounded it with me, hopped back on his bike and shouted back, NO MORE FLATS! YOU GOT THIS GIRL!  So I was back on the bike, a little cautious about my tire, but it was time to make up for lost time, 30 minutes wasted on trying to fix my flat, was not a good thing!  As I was riding the thing that kept going through my head was, OMG, I HAVE to have my Dad for teaching me how to change a flat tire! I would have been totally lost otherwise!  My family was starting to worry because my typical bike pace is around 18mph give or take they finally got my 30mile update and I was averaging a 13 - stupid flat!  So I was cruising along when I spotted my brother in laws parents about 10 miles out from the bike finish.  I was really excited to see someone I knew and quickly shouted a HEEEEYYYYY as I rode past.  As I came into the last mile or two stretch I saw my Dad and quickly shouted HEY DAD! Too which he was very surprised and wasn't expecting to see me yet.  Finally down and into transition! I had survived the bike, now just a 1/2 marathon left!

  Run:
      The run was a 2 loop out and back course.  I quickly waved to my family, told my sister I was glad Dad taught me how to change a flat and I was off.  But man, my legs felt like jello.  About a 1/4 of a mile in my quads, right above my knees started cramping so bad!  But I took it in stride and was hoping it was just my transitioning legs from the bike to the run.  Unfortunately that was not the case.  My legs went through a series of crazy cramping where I would stop and literally punch them to being totally fine, just tired and off I would run.  Two things on the run that probably saved me were the pretzles and cola they were serving at the aid stations.  The pretzles because I really needed the salt and the cola because of the sugar and caffeine.  I have truly never had a soda that tasted so good!  Finally the first loop was done and I was rounding the corner to start my second when I saw my sister and decided to stop and chat with her for a second, to only have my legs cramp up like crazy! One of my siblings took a picture in which you can see my muscle cramping - ridiculous!  The second loop was really slow, but I met a really nice girl named Darcy and we stuck together for the last 3 miles pushing each other, telling stories and essentially just helping each other with those last three miles.  Suddenly the finish line was in sight and I was overcome with this crazy sense of accomplishment!  My entire family, was just beyond the finish line and their cheers brought me in as my name was announced over the speaker system.  I DID IT!!! Click the following link to see me actually cross the finish line!  My finish Video!

  70.3 miles - filled with memories, I will never forget!  Thank you to everyone who helped me get to yesterday's race, I couldn't have done it without you all!  Weirdly enough today, I am only very minorly sore! Maybe I should go to the gym and get a workout in??
 

Land of the Free BECAUSE of the Brave

     I've always considered myself a pretty patriotic American. I love apple pie, hot dogs, baseball, crazy 4th of july celebrations, labor day, memorial day, etc.  But in the last few years my patriotism has changed.  I think I had a very superficial outlook on these American holidays - I was patriotic because everyone was, of course you wear red, white and blue but I don't think I appreciated these holidays for what they really represent.  All of that changed a few years ago when my brother decided to become a Marine.  His decision was met with very mixed feelings from everyone who knew him, pride at his bravery and fear that if he ever got deployed he might not make it back. 

     Three months away at bootcamp with next to no communication besides an occasional hand written letter was incredibly hard on my tight knit family of 11. (Yes, it is possible to be a really close family with that many people.)  When he graduated from bootcamp, my family made the trip out to San Diego to support him and experience what it meant to suddenly be a military family.  I remember being struck by the magnitude of  the decision that all of these young men made to serve our wonderful country.  That weekend was filled with many tears, some at finally being able to see my brother, some from laughing so hard at some of his bootcamp stories but most importantly some at finally realizing what it truly means to be an American and the sacrifice that some men and women are called to give.

     Now fast forward 3 years to today, when we celebrate the 4th of July and our Independence and I can't help but think of the history of this great Nation and the sacrifices that have brought us to where we are today.  While I don't agree with every decision our government makes, or have the same views as everyone else, I can't help but feel patriotic and like one unified nation even if it's just for one day.  But more importantly I think of the men and women who have fought for our freedom and independence from the very beginning, they have valiantly given so much of themselves.  Some have given their lives, others have given up holidays and events with their families, their absence is always felt.  So I encourage all of you to take a moment today while you are enjoying your BBQs, day at the lake or just hanging with family and friends to really think about what this day means, take a moment to thank servicemen and women for what they do and what they have done.  I thank God daily for the fact that we live in an amazing country and I pray daily for the men and women who continue to serve our country to make it the free nation that it is today. 

Early Summer Races

     Summer is and always will be my favorite season - unless I move out of the Chicago area and migrate to a warmer climate.  I love summer for many reasons, the warm weather, the BBQ's, hanging out at the lake, ice cream, fireflies, fireworks, etc. but my #1 reason for loving the summer is for summer races.  Yes, I know that makes me a runner/triathlete nerd but it's true.  So far this summer I've participated in 2 races, with a few more coming up!

Race #1: Mudderella

Before

      The first race was the Mudderella with my two sisters.   This race was seriously the most fun I have ever had running a 10k.  The mudderella is a 6.1 mile race, with approximately 13 obstacles of MUD!  There was mud everyone, teamwork, incredible bonding and joking around with the various participants and lots and lots of laughs!  I have never been covered in so much mud in my life and I now understand why they say Mud is a great exfoliant - I had such soft skin for days afterwards!  Thankfully my brother in law came to spectate this insanity and we got some great pictures and video, which still make us laugh as we trudged through the mud.

After - Woohoo!!

 

Race #2: Esprit de She Triathlon



Before - Getting ready for the swim with our goofy swim caps!

     The second race I participated in just a week after the mudderella and while it wasn't filled with any mud or nearly as many laughs, it was still an excellent race!  My sister also participated in this race with me.  I originally thought that we would be in the same age wave and get to kill the course together but since she is older :) and our age group was so big they split us up.  Which meant we were each on our own to dominate the course.  This race was my very first triathlon a few years ago and so I love to do it now every year to see if I can get faster, etc.  It was just a sprint distance and since I've been training for my 1/2 IM, it should have been a good race.  I think knowing that my sister was out there somewhere on the course helped push me to go faster and faster. The swim was a little rough, just because of the number of people, it was hard to find my perfect rhythmn, but once I did, I just kept on swimming.  The bike was kind of windy but a beautiful day, I tried to push my speed a little which was a little tricky since they switched the course around from previous years.  The first mile of the run is always the worst after coming off the bike, but my legs quickly responded and I realized that I had more to give.  I'm sure my 3rd mile was the fastest, partly because my legs felt so good and partly because I was buoyed on by the crowds that gather for that last mile, to cheer all the women in to the finish line.  I ended the day with a PR and I took 18th place out of my age group of 140 - which I am pretty dang proud of!  My sister killed this race too - her 3rd triathlon and her 1st one not being pregnant!

After - We don't look too exhausted!

3rd Times a Charm - Right??

   A few years ago I participated in my first triathlon and from that great experience my love for triathlons was born.  Like most athletes, I have always been driven to see how far I could push myself, what new challenges I could overcome, etc.  So far, I have completed 4 marathons, a handful of 1/2 marathons, and multiple triathlons with the furthest distance being an Olympic race.  My goal was to complete a 1/2 Ironman and then maybe one day build and do the full Ironman.  For those of you that don't know, a 1/2 Ironman is 70.3 miles broken down into a 1.2 mile swim, followed by 56 miles on the bike and finished off by 13.1 miles of running. Typically this is point where I get a zillion comments like "you are crazy", "why would you ever want to do that?" with an occasional Good Luck thrown in there.

      The past two summers I have trained with the 1/2 IM in mind - with no luck.  The first year, I got injured a week out - A WEEK OUT! I hurt my foot and was having a hard time walking on it, I even went for X-Rays and the Dr. told me that nothing was broken but that I should definitely stay off of it and not race. NOOOOOOO!!! Those are seriously the worst words a triathlete can hear!  The next year I followed an intense training program and came down with a mono-like virus that had me sleeping about 20hrs a day with absolutely no energy to train.  This year, I decided to give it a go again, and while race day isn't here yet, I'm feeling better and stronger than ever!

       I've been following an 18 week program with an average of 2 workouts a day.  I've been watching what I've been eating and how my body reacts in my workouts.  But I've found, the most important thing this year in my training has been truly listening to my body.  If my body says, "Woah, Em - I need a day off!" I take a day off or even two in a row.  I really focus on a good recovery and I sleep a TON!  My family likes to tease me about it - a 2 hr nap doesn't stop me from sleeping at night.  If my body says, I need salt, sugar, protein - and yes you can really tell if your body needs those things - I don't hesitate to eat things to fill those needs.

An intense Hill workout before the storms came through - look at those clouds!

       Now as my race is only 18 days away - woah - I have been looking back on the progress I have made through my training.  And, man oh man, am I proud of myself!  I can now swim well over a mile without stopping, bike for hours and not be bored out of my mind and run and run and run.  I have no idea how race day is going to go, so many things can go incredibly wrong but so many things can go completely right.  Either way, I am proud of where I am at and what I have achieved so far! Bring on Racine!!!

Cross Country 2013

    Tomorrow is the official start to our Cross Country season and I am incredibly excited.  In preparing for the season, I'm constantly reading articles on running, I'm obsessed with Runner's World and Pinterest for inspirational quotes and workouts for my girls.  They probably aren't as excited as I am but I will get them to think like I do, at least by the end of season!  I am excited to see where this season takes us, since last year one of the girls ended up at the state tournament - naturally I am hoping that we can do that again, if not even better!

    So I thought I would share some of my favorite quotes, funny running-isms... ENJOY!

I think these are really important to remember!

I confess... I've definitely done this a time or two, especially while running with my Dad. We have Pace Envy!

Our T-shirt design for last season!

Guilty of running like this on occasion...

When my alarm went off at 5am this morning, this is how I felt - Why am I doing this! 

What are some of your favorite motivational quotes??

A lesson in American History

   This summer my cousin got married in Savannah, Georgia, my family had never been to Savannah, so we turned the wedding into an excuse for a week long family vacation.  Being one of nine, family vacations were few and far between and typically centered around visiting other family or my Dad's business trips.  So we were more than a little excited to go explore Savannah.  Savannah, like so much of the East Coast is full of so much history, so much more than the Midwestern states!  So naturally we had to soak up as much history as we possibly could.

    The rehearsal dinner was at Old Fort Jackson.  They had Civil War re-enactors, dressed in the appropriate military garb who were ready and willing to answer any questions we might have had about the fort.  They also shot off a 32lb. cannon, which was incredibly loud!  The Fort is located on the Savannah River.

The Entrance to Old Fort Jackson

A Riverboat cruising past the fort



Preparing to shoot off the cannon!

   On Sunday night after re-cooperating from the wedding festivities, we got together with our relatives that were still in town for dinner and a ghost tour.  31 of us went to dinner and the ghost tour, which meant that we had the entire trolley to just our family.  I felt a little bit bad for the tour guides who were trying their hardest to be serious and scary and my family just cracking jokes the entire time.  But we learned interesting theories on a variety of aspects in Savannah.  Such as, Spanish Moss grows on the trees all throughout Savannah, except for one Square towards the center of the city.  It is believed that no moss grows there because it was the square where they would have public hangings, and so now the moss won't grow. 

The Forsythe Park, where the Spanish moss DOES grow!

   Later on in the week we went to Tybee Island to soak up some sun on the beach and swim in the ocean.  Us, Midwesterners don't get to swim in the ocean, the closest thing we have is Lake Michigan and it doesn't quite compare.  On the way to Tybee Island we stopped at Fort Pulaski and toured the fort.  Again there were civil war re-enactors who were dressed in appropriate military garb, we happened to be there on one of the days when the fort was considered Union.  We watched a musket presentation and learned all about how they would load their guns.  We toured their barracks and explored their underground armories. 

Musket Presentation

My brothers exploring the Cannons

We put my sister in the Brig - she wasn't too happy!

The Underground Armories, with tight hallways, a complex system to get to different locations.

Ft. Pulaski sustained ALOT of damage and if you look closely you can still see cannon balls in the walls of the fort!

   History is incredibly important to me, especially concerning our military and those who serve our wonderful country.  Being at the fort gives you a sense of the tragedy and intense warfare that occurred during the Civil War and the stark realization of the sacrifice so many of our men and women have given to our country!

Have you traveled anywhere this summer that was rich in American History?