The journey to a new level of Crazy

Once upon a time, there was a girl who finished the Ironman (we will call her IronAnne), and was drunk on the accomplishment feeling invincible like she could do anything.   As she made her way back from Wisconsin to California, she was texting with her friend, Tony.   Tony has been intoxicated with the Ironman accomplishment and knew he could get IronAnne in a moment of weakness and casually mention he was going to be running a 100 miler in Kansas, and that their friend Ultra Jen, was likely to join as well.

In the moment of weakness, when Tony took advantage of IronAnne, she verbally committed to the 100 miler.   In verbal commitments of endurance, IronAnne is not likely to back down.  Though when officially signing up for the race early 2012, she knew she was about to test her limits in a new and crazy way.

....And this is the Journey to a new level of Crazy......

Tony is the one who was responsible for giving me a training plan for the Ironman.   He also found a 100 mile training program for us to follow where our kick off was the Eugene Marathon.    

Tony also provided some inspirational quotes.

To share one:
"Success is not achieved by winning all the time.  Real Success comes when we rise after we fall.  Some mountains are higher than others.  Some roads are steeper than the next.  There are hardships and setbacks but you cannot let them stop you.  Even the steepest road you must not turn back"  ~Muhammad Ali

Let me tell you, my path of training for 100 miles has not been easy.   I have struggled with building the miles, with a knee injury (my first ever)  with new blisters all over my feet, and my feet feeling like they are about to fall off.   While I wasn't about to permanently injure myself, I  also wasn't willing to just give up.  Instead, I readjusted the course. 

As I write this, I just finished my peak weekend runs of 15 miles on Friday, 25 on Saturday and 30 on Sunday.  It's time to blog the journey, and in a few weeks, we will see how the victory lap/crawl goes.

Rachel, my new friend from Wildflower, was able to join me in a 20 mile run early on, but was busy training for her own events.  As awesome as Rachel is, she played match maker and introduced me to Cheryl via text setting up a blind running date!  I planned the run, and met Cheryl at her house, and what can I say- our running chemistry was amazing :)  We became fast friends and she got me through training for the 100 miler!

My goal was to run at her pace when with her, and on the early side I was successful but as training got intense, I started to slow her down but she never let me feel bad about this. She kept positive for me and was always just happy to be running together.
When she got tired, she would use me as motivation to keep going 'If Tara isn't going to ask to stop and walk this hill, then I can't even think about it'  while I thought "I don't want to ruin Cheryl's training, so if I'm going to ask for a walk or slow down, it has to be highly warranted"   And with that- she kept a large chunk of my miles strong.

Now..all this running didn't mean I wanted to give up the bike, in fact, I blame my knee issues on reducing the bike; Not allowing my quads to be strong enough to support me as I increased the running miles.   In addition to the training schedule, I tried to keep swimming 1-2 times a week, spinning/biking 1-2 times a week, yoga once a week and muscle conditioning once a week.   This can sound  like a lot but it's what I love and I believe I need to keep well balanced to fight all the looming injuries ( Note: swimming was always just like 20 minutes in the pool, and when spinning it usually was just 45 minutes, yoga was in my own way on my own time, so I'd keep it to 45 minutes and lifting was maybe an hour, so we aren't talking endurance...just keep moving!)

I tried to keep biking long bikes every other weekend, but pushing my legs to the running limits, meant these rides were not strong and not easy (and given I'm moving away, I wanted the long climbs for the views like above).  My bike friend, Mark, had to suffer through on that one.  It's hard to allow yourself to say "my bike is slow because I ran 26 miles yesterday"  but, really, I'm not superwoman so what did I expect?   I would beat myself up on the slower rides, but Mark started to slow down with me and try to keep my spirits up.

***Note- as long as people stay with me and don't go ahead of me,  I currently have no clue how fast or slow I'm going....  since I lost my watch- I have depended on others for pace.

That leads me to another thing not yet Blogged-  A note to Garmin: You have made me very unhappy and I'm still working on my bitterness before I buy from you again.

Note to all readers:  The Orange Garmin- from feedback from multiple friends and my own experience- is known to have an issue of it randomly flying off your wrist (applied pressure but still, shouldn't happen!).  This happened to me, biking down Hayes St, in a not so wonderful area, I hit a bump, and heard something fall the the ground, I slowed and checked my bike, all was intact so i figured I was okay, a half a mile later I realized my Garmin was gone, and of course the area i was in wasn't the greatest so as i went back to that bump, got off my bike and searched under cars, it was not in sight.
This was my 3rd garmin in 6 years.  Not a great track record!  The first one - the power button started to fail- which was also a known issue, but the remedy per Garmin:  buy another since I didn't get an extended warranty.  I complained to Garmin about losing this third one, and they had they wanted me to jump through hoops to get their attention.
The newest garmin does not have this issue, but, how many times do I have to spend $400 for one of their watches to break?  For now, I rely on friends and paid $2 for the nike plus ap (which the accuracy is questionable but I check my maps and knowledge of the area to be comfortable with my final mileage).

Back to training...


In June, I was visiting my Mom and Grandfather in Palm Springs, running early but still 100+ dry heat which killed my lungs.   This took a toll on my run for weeks after, as after any 20+ mile run, my lung capacity felt the way it used to feel after my first few marathons.


In July, my knee started to bother me. I started to notice, my patella tendon on my left leg would just decide to stop working. After a long run while I was back in Chicago (Week 15), I felt like there was a bubble under my knee, and later that night, as I was walking down the El steps, something popped, and next thing I knew I was limping (luckily we had been drinking, so that absorbed some of the pain).   This scared me, and I knew I couldn't ignore it.  I backed off on my miles and started researching what I needed to do to keep going but strengthen this muscle.  Thanks to those who responded to me on facebook!

I got one of those patella tendon bands to hold up my knee cap which I currently use for maybe 75% of my runs (below is  pic as to why I don't want to become dependent on it...irritation)

So now, with a good month of reduced mileage (Still a lot, but not as much as the schedule required), when I'm supposed to be ramping up,  I was working on balancing miles with recovery.  

By week 19 I was back on track to finish the last three weeks to schedule.  I actually ran the 12 on Thursday, 20 on Friday, and 28 on Saturday AND a bike ride on Sunday (which Mark proceeded to mention we were going a little slow- then he gave me the numbers-  we got down to 18 mph - but oh- i did hit 26-28 on a flat part- I'm more than happy with that!).  My legs felt pretty good, I was pretty shocked I was able to pull off a decent ride.

Week 20, I started my 24 mile run on Friday at 10:30am, and the 30 mile run on Saturday by 10:30 am.  It felt great.  The 30 miles was completed in just over 5 hours, and from there, my friend Jean, was in town, so we continued to go out.  The next day, I was not nursing any leg pain, just a hangover.   I was once again shocked with how great I felt.

I wish I could say the same for my 70 miles in 3 days.   I wasn't moving quickly on Friday to get out on my run, but Ben told me (at 11:30am) if I could make it to him by noon, he would run some miles with me.   So, I quickly changed- and had until 12:05 to make it down to the Embarcadaro.  I ran my first 2 miles in under 16 minutes, which then set the tone for our pace to be quicker than it probably should have been.  Ben is fast, but is very good at adjusting his pace to mine and not make me feel super slow.  However, my pace started fast, so continued fast.  He ran with me for 9 miles, so by my mile 11, I was tired.   I had fun with my final 4 miles to compensate.  But that 15 mile run left my legs a little sore.

Saturday Ben was my running partner again.  I ran to his house which is 12+ miles away, and we made it 13+ miles back to my place.  My 12 to him was pretty strong, running the whole way up and over the golden gate bridge with highschool cross country team.   It was fun to be running with all 54 of them, I loved the fast girls on the front end, though they had boys with them on the bridge, they quickly lost them on the down into sausalito.  You could also tell who were the show-offs as if I passed them- they would have to quickly pass me back, and then next thing you know, they would be walking or tying a shoe :)
 Ben is always fun to run with so I was happy to have him on the run back.  He keeps this calm and steady stride though, I apparently don't laugh enough at his jokes. I'm still making the "seriously this is funny?" face to the "Gu at the warming hut" joke.   :)

Finally, I was at my final 30 miler before taper. Cheryl had to run 16 as she is in her taper for the Twin Cities Marathon.  I really wanted to give her a strong taper run, and I would like to think for the first 14 I managed fine, but the last 2 were a push.  I allow walking to be counted in my training so  Cheryl and I tend to end her mileage at the bottom of Fillmore street and then we walk up Fillmore including it in my mileage (which btw- Fillmore is not even easy to walk up...my butt is going to miss San Francisco!).
I technically got Cheryl for 17 miles.   Once I lost her I made my way to my house grabbed a protein bar and candy (aka my blow pop ring- fun to run with!), and continued on my way.

 

If you don't know runners can hit a point of aggravation on runs- we are tired and dying and if you look at us wrong, we are going to bite your head off.   Maybe it was the miles but... Running down Market, this owner was walking their little dog off a leash.  Now, if you have your animal well trained, I get how you can be okay with walking off the leash in many places, but even then- MARKET STREET!?  That is a crazy busy street, with cars, cable cars, pedestrians, crackheads and bikers.  So when that little dog ended up under my feet (as it got excited i was running and ran in front of me), making me have to hurdle it to avoid crushing it,  I do not feel bad that I yelled for all around to hear "G.D. PUT YOUR DOG ON A LEASH!!!"

Luckily that anger gave me more energy and the next 2 miles were a little easier than the last 2.   My run started to become a shuffle, and I overshot my turn around, but with 3 miles left, I was done with the small stops or waters of anything else- it was time to get the sucker done.

The peak week of training has left me sore.   As I ran the 30 today, I thought how much more waring on my body this has been than ironman training.  I know I won't have speed, and that's not what this is about.  It's about the endurance.  When your mind and body shut down, you have to reach in your soul to get to the end (or this is what I imagine it will be like).  It's not about crazy technology helping you get through, or some sort of technique that's going to help.  You eat what you can when you can-  as Jen says- a variety of food options because at mile 80, you have no clue what your body will accept and reject.

I'm on my road to absorbing the last 21 weeks.  To make me strong, and then....  it's time to just push it.

The 100 mile victory crawl is 3 weeks away!  Stay tuned!

Who am I living For

Who am I Living For

Katy Perry Says It all!

Up until now, my blog has been purely about training and races however, I have decided it needs to expand.   It still will revolve around my addiction to endurance events, races and training will be the main focus, but I’m going to start trying to tie how my addiction to endurance events affects and motivates my life.   And maybe not just endurance events, but fitness, having goals of being a healthy individual, finding balance in life (maybe pushing limits), and achieving all that I can.

I am currently training for a 100 mile race.  Which I will have two posts on-  once I’m done with peak training to go through training, and then …the race itself.  But until then….


About a year and a half ago, while training for the Ironman, I decided I wanted a change in my life.  This change was like lighting the fire in my life.   When I first started this journey, it was just me, and then my friend, Julie, was ready for change as well, so she said she’d toss around the idea of moving to California as well.  When she decided she wanted to make the move with me, this journey was a little easier- with a friend, a ‘sister’.    We had a lot of great times.   Julie was my polar opposite in the fitness world;  While I was continuously finding races and events that were pushing myself to my limits in a high endurance way, she was all about the quick workout with fast results.   In the last year, she has brought a sense of balance to my life as now I love my long workouts, as well as getting lost to my music doing an hour muscle conditioning workout in the gym.    We would go to Kezar stadium and she’d work me out and give me all sorts of ideas on how to bring a balance to endurance.

As we moved to San Francisco, I changed location, but was still a banker, who worked hard and in an efficient manner so I could leave and get on with my life.   After the Ironman, I became so conditioned to two a-days, they stayed in my life to some extent.   I saw Julie, transform her life from the banker life to the fitness industry .   And then, she told me about a fitness convention in San Diego.  I signed up and  became certified to be a spin instructor, and have been having such a great time making my spin routines- though not yet executing in teaching classes.

While at this convention, I met my new wonderful friend and inspiration, Andrea.   She lives on a military base in Japan, and had a few events in the states in July, so she decided to become spin certified as well.  She was a trainer at the gym of the base she lived on, and it was a transformation she made in her late 20s/early 30s.   She told me it wouldn’t be easy, but she could see the passion in me,  and I should think about  taking the difficult plunge and share my passion with others if I wasn’t happy in my current career.

I’m going to leave many details out here, but I was unhappy in my current position, and my family could see this when I came home.  I think it hurt my dad to see me so unhappy, so they started to give me options.   One being, figure out my next step while living in Wisconsin with them, being reminded that nothing is permanent, and why not work on the next step close to home with support, rather than miles away where the cost of living will make you homeless.

Prior to moving out to California, I would have never in a million years thought I would want to live in Wisconsin.   Actually, I know I said it many times, I will never move back.   But the distance brought perspective in my life.    The connections and friendships I have made in San Francisco, has made me a stronger and better person and I have had time to figure out who I'm living my life for- or who I should be living it for- me (Thanks Katy Perry for the connection here).   I am so grateful for the people I have met, and the feedback they have given me.  How inspiring I am to their own lives, how I have this glow that radiates onto the people surrounding me.  These words, give me so much confidence and desire to move forward with my life, instead of get stuck in one place.   Had I not moved to California, I would not have considered the next step in my life.  My next step scares me, because I fear it would be so easy to fall into a world of comfort and be ordinary.  But I’m not made to be ordinary.  I don’t want the fame and fortune.  I just want to be the best me and just be….wonderful!

 

I am reminded  "Life begins at the end of your Comfort Zone" (Neale Donald Walsh)   Just like endurance events where i push the limits on what i can do (aka the 100 miler),  this next step is just me pushing my limits on my comfort zone.

When I worked and lived in Chicago, I found a great balance in my work and workouts.   And I really enjoyed my job, and a part of me thinks I could go back to a similar career/life as I had then.  Part of what made my job in SF difficult, was - truth- I wasn’t understood by my boss.   I had never once made any comments that my training would get in the way with work.  I’m pretty sure my boss in Chicago was ecstatic with my work product and ethic while I was living on friend’s couches with my furniture in storage and suitcases in my car, wrapping up my life in Chicago AND training for the Ironman.   But, from day one, my new boss commented to others that she didn’t know how my training would interfere with work- if I would sacrifice my work product.  No matter what smile was at the surface- I could sense what was below the surface.

To anyone who is a manager, please give those who have more of  a life than just work, the benefit of the doubt.   Don’t just assume something, and when you don’t work in the same city as them, don’t just write them off right away.   My former employer lost a talented individual because this expectation of me to not be able to balance my training and work, made me start doubt myself .   But then again, maybe this is what I needed to explore my career options; maybe I should use my ‘glow’ to inspire others and get paid for it.

I have been unemployed for almost a month because while I didn't love my job, I LOVE this city and have taken the month to enjoy it before I start the next chapter of my life.  I plan to travel for a bit and just explore my options.  In under a week, I’ll be making my way back to the Midwest; Another chapter begins.

I’ll be blogging as I discover my options.  My friend Kari is being my guinea pig, as I try to help her make life changes for the better,  we have already been e-mailing and I’m so excited to see if I can help her, not just for a month, or  for a short term goal, but for life. 
Endurance is the foundation to me because I find slow and steady wins the race.  Life changes is what I‘m about, not all or nothing biggest loser style where they go back to an unhealthy lifestyle afterwards.  
I’ve thought about side jobs or volunteering- a cross country team for a high school or coaching people to become an iron man.   Though my training wasn’t traditional, it fit me and my life.  I'm unsure of exactly where I will land and I know there will be some schooling or CECs involved but I'll figure it out.

I’m not writing off the business world completely…I have a few ideas that might get blogged about down the road ;)

Thank you to all the love in San Francisco that has made my year + year such a success to help me strong enough to take the next step of my life.   XOXO  Ben, Cheryl, Pam, Brandon,  Julie, Mark, Rachel, Matt, Rico, Candice, Erin, Salma

We ain’t TRIppin- We were more hot less mess!

We ain’t TRIppin- We were more hot less mess!

6:56:31


Swim: 42:18 (1.2 miles)
T1: 5:12
Bike 3:45:52 (56miles)
T2: 5:21
Run 2:17:48 (13.1miles)

With a time like that, you would think I was a hot mess, but sometimes goals aren’t about the time, sometimes the goals are about other things. This was definitely a race of more hot less mess. My goals in this race were 1) Come up with a new rendition of a song, because it’s been a year and that’s fun 2) Make the half ironman something I can do without focused serious training 3)End Happy- Have FUN!

If my transition times don’t give it away that this was a fun race, I don’t know what else would. Those are some LONG transition times.
Training for this wasn’t really focused. I’ve been trying to go on long rides every other weekend, though this hasn’t fully been the case. My bike friend Mark, does a good job keeping our rides changed up and just fun. In January we did an organized 200K ride, that ended up being about 130 miles with us getting lost at one turn. Our average was over 17.5mph. This ride started in Sonoma and over the mountain to Napa with Lunch in Napa and then back (so 17.5 mph with a huge climb 2 ways (and slow on the down bc of the switch backs) is pretty great.

Then in February I had too many guests to bike.

In march we rode with the Santa Rosa bike club, which was also a fast ride, but it was the day after a rough 16 mile run (noted in my Eugene write up), and so as I started to slow a bit on that ride, I felt a little defeated.

The day after Ben took me on his trail run ( also talked about in the last write up) I completed a ride in Walnut creek, my legs were stiff and sore and I really was in a bad mood the first 20 miles, low and behold I didn’t realize we were climbing so much until we hit the top and then had a lot of down. We also added 4 miles of up on Mt Diablo, but at a slow and steady and fun pace, so I ended in a good mood at least.

The week before the Marathon we went on one final ride which was a pretty typical ride for us, we started in Sausalito and climbed Alexander Drive, then more climbing up and over Mt. Conzelman and then descended back into Sausalito where we did an extended version of paradise loop this run had a 10 mile run to follow it.

It’s either the hills or I’m not riding enough but rides lately have just been rough. I also haven’t been doing a good job during the week going to spin, though I love to spin on my own - my gym only has one decent bike not in the spin room for this, and when I say decent, it really is not that great but I make it work (umm Equinox- I pay a lot of money for you, this should not be the case).

I’ve managed to keep swimming 2 times a week but I think this year I’ve only done maybe a few 2k swims, nothing more and most just 1k or 1mile each time. But, again, I’m trying to just do my thing without being too focused and have a balance of other stuff.

When I have expectations I have issues with making a race fun, instead I stay focused on the expectation. So, to be in line with my non-focused training. This was a non-focused, no expectation race.

So you ask- why did a put a half ironman a week after a marathon? Because, this is what I do. How do you test your limits without pushing it, and really I have recovery week down to a T (for Tara) - so with 5 days recovery, I felt ready. Also, Veronica suggested it, and if a Chicago friend is going to travel to California for a race, I’m there- I have to remember that I haven’t forgotten how to swim bike run :) (since i'm already an Ironman and all- don't want to become a has-been ;) )


**Recovery the last 7 days consisted of:
Sunday- Eugene Marathon
Monday 2 mile run- every half mile I would stop and stretch
Tuesday:  Arms and Core in the morning, Swim a mile, stretch at night
Wednesday: Rest
Thursday: Run 6 miles in the AM, Spin for 45 minutes in the PM
Friday: 10 minute swim, 30 minute bike - light.
Saturday: Wild Flower Half Ironman

I picked Veronica up from the San Jose Airport on friday and we made the 2.5 hr drive to Bradley, Ca. It was quite the event getting into the park and then once you parked your car, you had to walk a mile DOWN a steep hill to get to the expo. This would be known as a climb I would have to do many times- getting to the start and finish of the race, on foot and wheel.

On Friday, we managed to get a swim in to test the water (which is the first time in awhile I have swam in something without salt, it’s just different). Then we went for a half hour easy bike, though the only way to bike was up that hill so we got to experience what we would be facing the next day.

We got to race grounds early on saturday. A few interesting things to note:

1) They never close transition for the athletes. They watch over it and monitor so you don’t get in the way of those racing, but you can come and go as you please (as there were wave starts).

2) Unlike most half ironman distances, they did not have coke at the running aid stations (seriously biggest issue for me).

3) Cal Poly was the official volunteer of the event. The kids were pretty cool- high energy on the course . But every girl looked the same- super long straight hair with oversized baseball caps on. They also weren’t the brightest, From counting change to body marking- not knowing numbers.

**Also Ben’s lunch running friends told him this race used to be all party and less race. On the run, there were aid stations with topless women but someone was once offended and said something so that was stopped. Well….on the run, hidden on a trail, there was a college guy trying to keep the nude tradition alive. He was 100% naked in the middle of the course, trying to hug the girls and high five the guys. It was quite the site.

**Back to the race:
At 9:15 Veronica and my wave started. The swim was very relaxed. Though I’m not swimming much, I am improving- maybe by a few seconds, but since my fastest half iron man, I swam about 2 minutes faster on this race (the only thing that was a PR). I seem to have an issue with goggles but at this point, the millions I’ve tried, these are my favorite kind. They happened to fall off (like the strap came off from around my head), which meant I had to tread water to fix. That’s a little annoying, but I managed and went on my way.

Next was the bike. I decided with the climbs, to bring Alexander instead of Alejandro. The first hour, I seemed to only travel 12.25 miles! It was rough, and we weren’t even at the hard part. The next hour I managed 17 miles, which was decent, but I do think I could do better with Alejandro on this race. There was enough opportunity to get in aero bar position and just cruise, and the climbs are going to be slow regardless…so…next time, Alejandro is going.

The wind was also strong, I remember going down one hill thinking, why am I pedaling so hard for a downhill? Then the infamous mile 40 hit. I knew what I was expecting “Nasty Grade” as they call it. I have a song for it- which really isn’t much of a change of words, I just like the instrumental part being stuck in my head pushing on up. “Nasty, Nasty Grade don’t mean a thing ….all you nasty grades” (Nasty Boys- Janet Jackson).

I ended up making a friend on the climb, we climbed together, which made it a lot of fun. We were surrounded by fun people so we all just laughed and joked together…all 5 miles up. When it was time for down, it was great, but it wasn’t the end of the climbing. I was very happy for our last mile of decent, cruising into the finish of the bike. (Oh and the roads…not smooth so that’s always fun too).

For nutrition, I had 2 packs of my energy gels I like, 8 electrolyte pills and as I only bring one bottle of perform (the Ironman Drink) I like to drink at almost every station on the course- I’m pretty good at grabbing a bottle on the go, and I’m not racing too fast where I can’t take the 2 second slow down to do that.

Then it was time for the run. I was starting to get sun burn out there so I reapplied some sunscreen and went on my way. The run was mostly on trails which I was hoping would be in the shade, but this was not the case.

I started very strong, feeling great but then my stomach started to bother me. As I was running, I was passing people on some of the climbs, but I also was getting bored. When I noticed all in front of me walking, I figured, why not walk with them. So I did. I’m a fast walker than many, so I still passed people on the walks, and around mile 4 we hit the infamous climb. This climb reminded me of Ben’s trail runs- he has 3 real bad climbs, and maybe it was the point of the race, but I might have to say the mile 4 mile long climb was worse than Ben’s 3 bad guys. Overall the full distance wasn’t as bad, but this spot- was horrible. Veronica stayed running the entire time- no matter how slow, so I’m impressed she made it up this (when she said that was her plan, and I hit mile 4, I thought- no way is V running this thing! …but she later told me she did).

Around mile 7 I spotted a girl ahead of me that was real strong on the bike and we exchanged a few words. I thought- let’s catch up to her and exchange a few more words. We ended up running the rest of the race together which was so great. Tony had run the Eugene Marathon with someone and chatted away, and when we talked about how he was having fun and I was focused, I was a little envious where I wanted to do the same as him. So, here was my opportunity. My new friend, Rachel, is also from San Francisco but a true Midwesterner at heart (though you would never tell with her English accent). She is like me in the sense, she likes to train, but her training team is “Me, Myself and I“ no training groups and intense discussions about lactic threshold and the latest technology (this is a rare type of Training Team, I think Maria and Tony S & K, and my original inspiations are my only other ironman friends that belong to it). So, I think I have a new friend to join me on some of my slower long training runs for the 100 miler.

We laughed at the naked guy together, I took a beer at one water stop as my coke replacement and i hesitated but passed on the beer bong at another station.   We had our butts checked out by some old men on the course and we passed many on the down to the finish.

Overall I accomplished all my goals, and Veronica did as well, so you could say We were more hot and less mess. And don’t you worry- Nasty Grade wasn’t my only rendition- that was a weak one but I have two other songs:

1) My overall endurance song- which- I only have 1 verse done and no change to the chorus- with time I’m sure I can get the song complete: (Katy Perry- Part of me)

Days like this I want to run a race
Pack my bags and check another state
I like to train, endure long rides
Recover fast & push my stride
You don’t get it, you say slow down
But this is me, forever now
Now look at me

This is a part of me that you’re never gonna ever take away from me
This is a part of me that you’re never gonna ever take away from me
Throw your stick and your stones and your bombs and your blows
But you’re not gonna break my soul
This is a part of me that you’re never gonna ever take away from me.

2) The wildflower song- just the chorus but…sometimes just parts is all I have (Wild one by Flo Rida)

Have you heard I did the wild one (ooohh)
I climbed those hills and told them I owned them
I’ll show you how it’s done
I want to shut down the course, it’s so much fun
Have you heard I did the wild one

Half Way There

Half way There
State 25: Eugene, Oregon
3:44:29

Eugene, Oregon is state 25, which means I’m half way there. I feel as if I’ve slowed a bit on knocking out the states, but I'm still doing good. The first 25 states were accomplished from 2005 to 2012. This write up includes three sections: Training, the Race and Reflection over the first half of my goal.

Training:
The last marathon run was Hawaii in December. Training in San Francisco is a lot different in the winter than in the Midwest. I actually was focused on other events from Hawaii until February…maybe March.

I was planning long bikes every other weekend, but we’ll talk about biking next week as I have a half ironman.

My mileage in 2012 is about half of what it was the previous years, also 5 months between marathons is pretty long for me. In February I had a lot of visitors so it was a month where my running was more just runs up to 14 miles. Then March hit and I had a 16 mile run. This run was horrible. I crashed and burned and I got home feeling defeated. So by my 18 miler, I was focused and nervous and just hoping I wouldn’t crash and burn again. I was worried the slow down / not logging as many miles meant I was ‘losing it’ The 18 mile was a success as I chose a flatter route and just focused on regaining confidence. The run was around AT&T park and discovery in Mission Bay.

I was cross training more during the weeks, but trying to run 3 times during the week. My 20 miler was on a rainy day. I mapped a loop to keep things interesting, where I ran through golden gate park, and up and around Ocean Beach to Lands End to the Presidio, over the Golden Gate Bridge and through the Marina to home. Elevation gain was just under 2,000 ft and my ability to run the hills was strong (for me).

The following week Ben invited me to join him on his usual 13 mile run through the Mt Tamplais area. This is not my typical run but it was a new challenge and very enjoyable as he was able to coach me on the trails. Over the 13 miles we endured once again somewhere around 2,000 ft of elevation gain. There was some walking and those 13 miles took 2hrs20 minutes (I slowed him down) and I was constantly sucking air and it was more challenging than most long runs.

The following week was my 22 mile run- as I hadn’t run a marathon in awhile I figured it was good to get in a 22 miler. Ben decided to join me on this run. We started at his place and ran through the headlands to make it over the golden gate bridge and into the Marina. We then made our way down Alexander Dr back into Sausalito. Now, knowing Ben’s 13 mile run, I knew he could easily get up to 16 miles without a problem but I was thinking he’d tire out at one point, because he hasn’t run this long of a run in a very long time. Once again, I was thankful for his coaching (and it’s not often I like people pushing/coaching me…if ever). We slowed down and he told me to pick it back up, I was like “woah buddy you are supposed to be crashing and burning and me keeping you going” he kept me going with stories and then our last mile- per garmin was a 7:42. The average was 8:47, but once again, the climbs were ridiculous so that average did include some walking.

I was very confident I could PR on this run. Then in my 2 week taper I got sick. I can’t tell you exactly was wrong, but I was extremely sick and food wasn’t staying down in any way shape or form. My doctor ran some tests, put me on some medicine and put me on the BRAT diet for awhile (Bananas, Rice Apple Sauce and Toast). This is not ideal 1 week before a marathon. And I thought, this is going to be a very bad marathon. The Saturday before I was back to eating normal (after almost 2 weeks).

The Sunday before the marathon, since I finally had energy, and the morning open, Julie Pam and I went to the track for a Julie Workout. I love Julie workouts, and there is the competitive side of me that just has to keep up. We did our own warm ups, I did quarter mile speeds with quarter mile recoveries the speeds were between 1:30 and 1;40. I felt good, when Julie was ready to do some sprints, I decided to join. We did 10 second full out sprints with 20 second recoveries. This is where I need to be smart instead of stupid. 1) When she would say GO I would have a delay start then I’d work my way to catching/keeping up with her. She’s a sprinter - I am not, so a week before a marathon, this is a bad idea. I had 6 10 second full out sprints. Thereafter we moved onto running stairs. Of course where I pulled the excuse “I have a marathon next week, I have to take it easy, was the inverted push ups- how is that going to affect my run compared to those sprints?

Monday, I was hobbling. When I went for a swim at lunch, I was getting in and out of the pool like I had just run a marathon. Tuesday, still hobbling. Wednesday-Friday a little sore but I thought I was going in the right direction. Then on the flight to Eugene, I went downhill. I got off the plane and I did a mini run onto one of those walker things at the airport and my 2nd step- I had to quickly stop because I cramped in a real bad way. The rest of the day they were bothering me as Tony and I walked around downtown Eugene. Sunday I woke up, and I squatted getting up from situps and when I did this- they cramped up again. Tony and I got to the marathon start, and I took a big step up and over a stump, and I cramped up again in a real bad way- first with my right- then I used my left more, and then on my left.


So…This…Is..How..I started State 25.
The Race:
Starting a race feeling like you are at mile 26, is not ideal. For a race I wanted to PR in, I was highly concentrated on my footing right from the start. Tony and I hung out for a bit then we parted ways.  Taking in the start line: There was a short guy right by me that had his headphones on waiting for the start he was jamming in a major way. He was in his own world and it was highly entertaining. Then when you look around at all the guys, they sported staches trying to look like Prefontaine.

As we started, my legs hurt, I started at a 9minute in hopes I could loosen up, I easily worked my way to an 8:30 and by mile 4, I realized, there was no loosening up to be had, it was just going to get worse. At one point I was running and trying to change the song on my ipod, and when I was looking at the ipod instead of focused on my footing, the cramps flared up.

I’d consider myself a person with faith, a Christian but not outwardly religious. I pray for friends and family whenever appropriate, but sometimes, I pray for a good run, and then when I’m running, I reflect on my spirituality and connect to God in this time. There were many prayers early on, that I would make my way through this marathon and maybe still get a personal best. And no, I don’t feel bad for my shallow prayers.

As I got to mile 4, I decided to envision this was the start of my 22 mile run with Ben. I tried to keep his voice in my head to push me through. He was also in Big Sur running a 9 miler on a bum foot that I’m pretty sure is a stress fracture. He thought about doing the marathon and it was going to be a game call when he woke up. I had no clue what he ended up doing, so part of me thought- if he is running on that foot (not saying it’s the smartest thing…but I get it), I had to push through on this pain.

I actually was feeling strong at mile seven, (though it hurt) and around then is when I turned on my ‘marathon mix’ which is currently made up of 24 songs- the songs in my race write up titles. As each one played, I concentrated on that marathon and reflected back on that race (see reflections below). This helped keep my concentration elsewhere.

One thing I loved about this race is, usually the best part is with the half marathoners and the marathon always gets boring and horrible (when they are combined). This one was the opposite, it started to get beautiful just as we split with the half marathoners. This helped me keep my pace up and just enjoy the scenery. I was shocked at the people around me: it was still pretty crowded for a smaller marathon, and there were many girls (running under 8:30s usually it’s spread out and more guys).

I was focused on getting to mile 22, thinking of how I wanted to slow down and Ben wouldn’t let me on the 22 mile run.

Around mile 18, my marathon play list had come to a conclusion. The legs were still sore but I still kept the speed up at a decent pace. But, around mile 20, I really wanted to walk. So I decided instead of walking, I would just slow the pace. This worked but I was trending toward a 9 minute mile.

At mile 24 I decided to walk through a water, and that’s when I really slowed down, but I already calculated there was no way I could PR so I figured, why push it- especially when I have a half iron man the following week. Around mile 25 there was a guy on a bike filming the runners. I’m pretty sure he got stuck on me for a bit (gonna look for that) and…that motivated me to keep going, I can’t be on a video with walking!!!

With less than a half mile left, I kicked it in whatever way I could, and we ended on Hayward field, running a tenth of a mile on the track which was so great! I didn’t PR, but I think this was great training for being able to push through pain. It was a great mental game race, and to be able to push through pain from the start of a race, is a great way to kick off training for the 100 mile run I have planned in October.

In the end, it was my 3rd fastest time the two ahead: 3:40:32- Michigan; 3:43:08- Missouri
I’m half way to my goal and with that, this is the perfect time for reflection. (what a novel!).
State 1: California
Who would have known I’d ever want to move to San Francisco. I didn’t care for it on that race, but I loved my tiffany’s necklace. I also never thought I’d run another marathon again.

State 2: Illinois (and repeated later)
Chicago- It was cold, my legs froze, but I improved my time and I had good company on the run, training for this marathon created the foundation of great friendships.

State 3: Wisconsin (and repeated for the Ironman).
My pseudo Family (Irisa’s family) was there to cheer me on. I was getting stronger, but still, crash and burn was happening, I just wanted under a 4:20 at this time.
**Around this time is when I decided I wanted to run a marathon in every state.

State 4: Virginia (DC)
I was learning how great it could be to travel and visit friends (Jen), as well as run a marathon. I was torn on this one because I added a new challenge of 2 marathons in 2 weeks- this was the first, but I thought it would be the one for a PR. Did not happen.

Stage 5: New York
2nd marathon within a week of the last. I didn’t expect to do well I just waited for a crash and burn, and instead, I got my PR and under 4:20. Becky made sure I had people to cheer me.

State 6: Arizona
This is the first marathon that I can officially say I ran all of it on. I always liked running in Arizona when visiting Lucy and Chelsey so great state to accomplish as a full run.

State 7: Tennessee
Once called home, I loved having my Chicago friends out there with me to share a part of my history. And My mom and my Aunt made it a girls weekend. The first marathon my mom ever watched.

State 8: Minnesota
This was the family marathon. My uncle and I ran the whole thing together (only 2 marathons I have run start and finish with one person) and we made it a great greek family reunion. This is what started my niece’s interest in running (or being like Auntie Tara). She was only 4.

State 9: Texas
Shelia and I had loads of fun the Friday before. Sleeping almost all of Saturday helped give me strength for this run.

State 10: Georgia
This was my first ultra- 40 miles. And first trail run. Very difficult but fun camping road experience with Jen.

State 11: Louisiana
The Charlie’s Angels Trip: Rachel, Alexis, Myself and Mike (As Bozwell) and Christine (did you know Bozwell had a wife J) . I had a new PR.

State 12: Ohio
Hilly, first marathon I finished feeling like I had to sit down and breath slowly so I don’t pass out. Stayed with Erik and Jenny, great to see their life in Cincinnati.

State 13: Indiana
I hoped to break 4 hours. Not only did I break 4 hours, the first time I ever imagined Boston was possible. Maria and I had a little slow down with a car accident but given it was the other person’s fault 100%, and their insurance covered 100% of it, and nobody was injured, it was just a speedbump. It probably gave me the energy for the PR.

State 14: Pennsylvania
The pressure was on for Boston. Not great run but great trip with Rachel A, Connie, Dana and Kathleen.

State 15: North Carolina
Given Philly was a fail, I felt like I needed to take it easy and just enjoy myself. David Lee ran the 2nd half with me which was helpful. Slowed the pace down and finished strong- with enough energy to dance that night.

State 16: Missouri
PR and closer to Boston. Road tripping with Rachel and Matt was fun.

State 17: North Dakota
I became my Grandfather’s friends’ adopted grandchild. The race wasn’t the greatest, but it was a great trip.

State 18: Idaho
Another Crash and Burn. Jen and I went hiking the next day (ouch), and this is when she introduced me to Tony- the loud mouth friend that got me through Ironman Training giving me tips on eating and a training plan.

State 19: Alaska
A 50K, and I had the opportunity to see Molly’s life there. It was a beautiful and amazing run.

State 20: Michigan
FINALLY- Qualified for Boston. Stayed with Kelly, I am real lucky to have so many great friends scattered throughout.

State 21: Nevada
Can you say Drunk Run? The 2nd race I started and ended with the same person: Evelio. He also became my drinking partner on the run. Pretty sure we danced like rockstars that night. Nate and Ash came up from San Diego to support.

State 22: Florida
Got to meet and spend quality time with Tatiana (and Xavi and Michelle). Such a sweet girl, such great friends.

State 23: Massachusetts
My parents joined, trained with Jeff but we didn’t run together because he was faster. Great Trip, tough run, but good overall.

State 24: Hawaii
What was I thinking doing this one so early? Flights were cheap and I really wanted a real vacation. That’s what I made it, Marathon was just a morning event. Umbrella drinks were plentiful the afternoon/early evening before.

State 25: Oregon
Ummm Well- read above. This trip was the kick off to 100 miler training so Tony met me there so we both started training the same way.  I do have a chip on my shoulder since they beat us at the Rosebowl. They continue to live up to their name Boregon Oregon- and Wisconsin is still better. 

Half way there!

Just Me, Myself & I

Just Me, Myself & I
Honolulu Marathon, Hawaii
State #24
4:08:40

2011 has been quite the year. Ironman training started early January, with the Miami Marathon end of January. Ironman Training continued, and i completed the Boston Marathon. I decided to cut out a marathon in May, and focus on Ironman Training. I completed the American Triple T, and the Racine Half Ironman. Then, just as Ironman training peaked at 16 hours a week, I moved to San Francisco. I made a new bike friend, completed my first 100 miler which was actually 130 miles with what would soon be known as my new normal elevation profile. I completed the Ironman and enjoyed every moment of it. Still, when people ask about it, I smile big and say "I had so much fun!"

After the Ironman I had a goal to complete one more marathon, but living in San Franciso, I'm still getting my budget underway, I was limited on vacation time, and well, I started focusing on shorter interval training. So up until the end of October, I still hadn't fully committed to another marathon and I definitely wasn't putting in miles. Oklahoma was on the radar, but when looking at tickets, it just didn't seem worth it, to travel so much, and pay so much for Oklahoma. Maybe eventually i will have to, but when I looked at the Honolulu Marathon, it was only $50 more to fly there.

I had to get a marathon in as I raised money based on the miles I was to race in 2011, so I couldn't raise the money and not race those miles- it's not how I work, so Hawaii it was.

I was at a point where I kind of felt like I needed some me time. I find it an art to be able to spend quality time with yourself, in public but alone. People tend to react akwardly to this thing- you see a cute girl walk into a nice restaurant and she says "Table for one' you get looks and people think "poor girl" But then, you get perks- you get to talk to many nice people and meet many people yet, you get to do your thing and go your own way (and sometimes, you get your drinks paid for).

I booked Hawaii with the possibility that I might not go it alone, and the excitement to go it alone is what pushed me to book it without knowing anyone else's availability. Up until now, I had chosen my marathons based on another event or another friend's availabilty to join. So, not only was this state number 24 (my favorite number), probably the most fun vacation spot you can have in the states, it also continued with the theme of my move to California: Focus on Me. It's all about me (maybe that sounds selfish but to a people pleaser, it's a big breakthrough).

I booked early November, with just over a month to prepare. The longest distance I had run since the ironman was 13 miles- so it was time to get to work. I got a 20 miler in the weekend after I booked the trip. Pam has become a fun running partner. She doesn't go the long distance, but she gets out there with me and then i run on my own and meet up with her from time to time- taking breaks, or her running with me. It really passes the time. The weekend after the 20 miler, I ran 12 miles. It was mid november and we had the most beautiful weather, and I took Pam this waterfall I love running by in Golden Gate Park. After the 20 miler i didn't have any run longer than 15 miles.

One thing I haven't mentioned about 2011, is though it has been a super awesome year, I have made the mistake of cutting out Yoga and replacing it with Muscle Conditioning. Muscle Conditioning was definitely not the mistake. That was great. BUT, sacrificing yoga was. I"m not much of a stretcher so yoga keeps me stretched out and in check. After the IRonman, Julie started stretching me out to learn that I had serious issues with knots and being tight- everywhere. I kind of ignored it. And every now and then i'd have a pain here or there. Then I got a bad hamstring issue, which might be hamstring related or IT band related or many other things. But I'm a firm believer it was an issue because I wasn't stretching, then I started to again, and I started doing more interval workouts moving faster on my hamstrings which jus irritated the minor issue. Three weeks before the Marathon, this issue took me out of the game for 3 days straight. I tried after 3 days of rest, and still, the pain was too much to be on, so I pretty much cut down most workouts other than yoga, biking, slow runs and weights - more abs and arms and stretching/rolling out the knots in my legs (Julie calls this Myofacial release or something like that? I nearly cried the first few times, but 2 times a day for a week almost 15 minutes at a time, and it's not as painful anymore).

This was the least prepared Ive ever been for a marathon- but it was another state and it was a fun one so the preparation wasn't such a concern. My concern was whether or not I could really run on my bum leg or not. My taper week was the opposite of most. I started with 2 miles and worked my way up to 5 through the week (with 5 the day before the marathon).

I made it to Hawaii and I was loving every minute of it. I went out the Friday night i got in. Had a few drinks that were delicious and went for a walk to discover a bit. I made my way to bed by 12 am. I woke up at 6 am to go for a run and get to the expo to pick up my race stuff. While waiting for the expo to open I walked all around looking for food. I finally found this awesome whole in the wall place right by the convention center, and they made me some hawaiin breakfast thing that was delicious.

With the humidity already at 6am being a bit much, I figured I should start hydrating. But the vacationer in me just wanted to vacation- I was in Hawaii after all. So, I had 2 drinks around 2pm- with lunch. I had signed up to go on this sailing event which i didn'tknow what to expect other than i was going out on a sail boat. Well, it turned out to be a booze cruise. If you ever go to Honolulu, I suggest you take a ride on the Waikiki Rigger. It's super cheap and the drinks on it area also cheap. They take you out, look out for dolphins (which I saw on my first trip), Sea Turtles (saw on my 2nd trip) and then you just enjoy the atmosphere and chill music. At your choice you can sit at the front of the boat on the net and let the waves splash you as you move real fast across the water. I drank champange while on the cruise, and as I got splashed, I ended up slamming my drinks. So now it's 5pm the night before the marathon, and I was pretty drunk. I called it a night, drinking lots of gatorade and having pizza for dinner (because i just wanted to fall asleep).

I had yet to go through my race stuff, so I set the alarm for 2am. At 2am, I continued to drink fluids and go through all my race stuff. I also had to cancel my rental car for Monday as I signed up for a snorkling event that was taking me out to the west side of the island (which was where i wanted to go with a rental).

At 4am i made my way about 2 miles to the start. They sang the national anthem and set off a load of fireworks, and we were off. I vowed to start off slow and was keeping an eye on my hamstring pain, which was not there. After a few miles at a 9-9:30 I decided I was warmed up and picked it up at a faster comfortable pace. I knew I could crash and burn, I also knew I wasn't prepared to go the distance so i figured I better get in what i could on the front end. Around mile 7 we were making our way around Diamond Mountain (which was called that because some guys thought they foudn diamonds in the mountain- but they were wrong...the mountain kept the name though it actually looks like a dorsal fin of a dolphin). I felt great on the climb, maybe a little just soreness, but nothing bad.

We started running on some rolling hills, when my stomach started to bother me. And already around mile 10, I was struggling. Not because I was fatiguing or because of muscle pain, but because I put myself in a spot of being dehydrated and the bouncing irritated my stomach. My first bathroom stop was before the half way mark.
Putting more fluids in my body felt horrible, but I knew I had to and because of how my stomach felt, I decided I would get through the marathon without any gus/food, there was no way I would stomach that. Around mile 10 we also went from night to day. The sun was up and it actually felt a little cooler at this point. We had some wind which felt good, and there was some rain.

I was focused on making sure I didn't completely flop on my time- but I also thought, no need to rush through this course, it's beautiful out here. Look at the mountainside, the greens, the sky, clouds and the water. So I took it all in (in between cursing at how my stomach felt).

Just before mile 23 the stomach issues were at its worst and I had to walk. There was no way I could stomach the bouncing until after another bathroom stop. At the mile 23 water stop, the single porta potty was hidden and I wasn't given the greatest directions to it. I knew I would feel better if I just made that stop, so I back tracked in my footsteps. I got looks for going the 'wrong way' but- unlike most people out there, I have had my victories- this marathon was not about time and I chose enjoying myself the night before instead on caring about the time. I pushed myself to the limit on not being prepared, which is fine. I think I've said this many times, but I need to keep things interesting, not every marathon can be focused on time. This one was Hawaii! There was no other way to get the state done than with pretty drinks with umbrellas.

At the end, it was really just a battle between me and my stomach, so when it came time to kick it, I had lots left in me and I did just that. Once I finished, I ate a bagel, laid around for a bit, and then slowly walked back to my hotel. On the walk back, my legs were a little sore, but I felt hungover. You know, when you have alot to drink and breathing hurts when you are standing, so you'd rather be laying in bed? When you feel like the best place for you would be horizontal, not vertical. I made my way to this place I wanted to try breakfast. They came to my rescue with Rice and eggs...seriously, exactly what I needed. I then went back to the hotel and laid in bed for a half hour while my stomach screamed. Once I managed to get out of bed, I got pepto bismal right away and after an hour lounging on the beach, the stomach was more under control and I was finally drinking fluids again. I made sure I drank a good 60 oz of water/gatorade before I got back on that booze cruise and enjoyed round two.

I know usually this is a blog for marathons and not my vacations, but I have to write down my Monday experience because it was just awesome :) Monday, I woke up real early for a snorkling tour. I would love to scuba dive but I wasn't there long enough for a crash certification. So, snorkling it was. I swam with a sea turtle, saw 50+ dolphins in the water- sleeping - learning how they operate when they are asleep.
Then, it was time.
Time to see a whale, or actually 4!
We sat around watching them float around coming up for air, sometimes talking to one another and then diving down. As I was switching from my regular camera to my camera phone, they started to get active. You see, it's mating season and the men fight over the girls. There were only 3 at one point, and a 4th was joining which caused trouble. One minute one of the Whales came right up to the boat on the right side, I ran out to see it and as I did, it dove under the boat- tail up- I felt like I could almost reach out and touch it. I ran to the other side of the boat to watch it come up. Then it went to the front of the boat where the whales started to get rowdy! Yelling (or i'm calling it htat) at eachother and moving around- and though they were moving slow earlier and you would think hump back whales are slow in nature, those suckers can move! they moved to the right side of the boat again and started circling. It was just so amazing to see them in action. They were pissed and they were right there, putting on a show for our boat.

An amazing trip, meeting some great people (islanders and candadians were the ones I tended to talk with most). The trip was a success. The me time was amazing, makes me long for more. Usually I complete a marathon and on the side, bet some vacation/visiting of the state in. But this time, I vacationed and on the side, I got another marathon done (and i got part of my tan back- yay :) )

**PS- the song that goes with this title- Kelly Clarkson- 'What doesn't kill you' -great song- look it up!

Fun e-mail Dialogue from my Spectators at the Ironman

Okay so i read these today and thought- it's kind of fun to get the spectator's view- so i'd share:

11:21AM
Jen W.
"Has anyone seen her on the bike?"

3:38PM
Jeff T
"Yes...it's 3:38. She should be running by now"

3:50pm
Tony K
"She just went through camp randall and fighting away! MM3 I think. All systems r good 4 her"

4:03pm
Mike Z
"I saw her on the run too and she looked really solid"

4:20pm
Rachel A
"My update is late, but i saw her at mile 111 on the bike and she was good...to think in total she is traveling the same distance I did to get here by car... ~140 miles!"

4:20 pm
Ultra en
"I saw her about a half a mile into the run and she was positive and smiling! She looks great."

6:42PM
Ultra Jen
"I just saw her heading out to finish her final 13.1 mi loop. She is giving the smile of a pretty tuckered out lady, but she is blowing by all the other runners out there. She is really moving well and running strong."

7:40 pm
Tony K
"Just left Tara on the course. Mile 24.5. She's flirting with the boys and forgot she was even racing! ...Ok, maybe not. She's doing great and soon to finish."

The Final Chapter of the Ironman Journey: The Victory Lap

IRONMAN WISCONSIN 2011
12:54:39
Overall Rank 942
Division Rank 32

Swim: 1:27:50 Rank: 1784/84
T1: 7:53
Bike: 6:34:04 17.01mph Rank: 1330/47
T2: 6:26
Run: 4:38:26 10:37/mi Rank: 942 / 32


The Ironman Journey is a journey you make together, but, alone. Along the way, you pull in support from family and friends and on the day of the race, you are out there, with *2800 other racers doing the same thing, starting at the same time, experiencing similar challenges, but at the end of the day, it’s your race. You get to call the shots and decide what’s best for your race; it’s you against your own mind and body. There are highs and there are lows, and I’m proud to say, most of my lows were all prior to the cannon shooting off, and 7:00am, on Sunday, September 11, 2011. I rode the high for almost the whole 12 hours 54 minutes and 39 seconds.

Backing up: A little bit about me. I’m a planner for the most part, but when it comes to my races, I kind of focus on the training and go with the flow come race weekend. This has created minor hiccups but we always figure it out. For the San Antonio Marathon, Sheila and I didn’t book a hotel in time and they ended up being sold out, but we got an amazing deal on VRBO and ended up just fine. Traveling with Rachel Johnson for marathons works pretty well, because I just have to kick back and let her tell me where to be and go, and for Philly, I’m thinking that Connie took charge for our wonderful group of five. I sometimes forget there is more to prepare for than training for the race. So, it’s not a shocker, that I didn’t read the full ironman manual of race day weekend and procedures until the Tuesday before the race.

I booked my ticket flying into Chicago, and I thought I would have time to visit before taking the train up to Milwaukee to get a car from my parents. When I read the manual, I learned mandatory check in was until 4pm on Friday. So, the story of getting to Madison really did turn into a planes, trains and automobiles sort of story with no reason to be in Chicago (well, I did manage to have breakfast with Laura and see Jess so it was worth it). My parents picked me up from the train station around 11:30am on Friday, and I took one of their cars to Madison.

So, my biggest freak out moment was when I got to my parent’s house. 1) I ordered a race jersey to wear for the race, and it never showed up. I knew I would be fine in the jersey because I’ve worn Alison’s before, and I was excited to wear the Team DetermiNation logo. So I had to come up with a plan B. 2) Alejandro- when I left the Midwest, I left Alejandro behind and took the risk of asking my dad to take it in for a tune up. He had a friend that swore by this shop so my dad took it there. Well, they must have not known how to deal with my bike as they didn’t adjust the derailer right and it was making a grinding noise. Seeing as my bike was fine before I left- I started to freak out. They also made my dad think the bike was super fragile and not to touch the gears at all… umm okay- I’m doing a 112 mile race- you should care for your bikes, but to call them fragile – I think they were doing a CYA so my dad would think he ruined it when I noticed something was wrong. AND the frame wasn’t clean- it was super dirty- to the point I got my hands all greasy on the handle bars- so of course I had a freakout moment and decided my race was ruined- I would somehow not get through the bike. My dad was not responsible for this- I called the shots and he just was helping me out- but he felt bad, so I did my best to contain myself around him, but the moment I got in that car and drove away- I started to cry.

I called Veronica and then Jeff. Jeff LOVES drama- he thinks no race is a race without a little drama, but with that, he’s good at finding solutions. So, as I drove to Madison, he found me a bike shop I could take the bike to (I could have done it on sight at the ironman- but I wanted more one on one attention …and I had to buy my nutrition anyway which wasn’t going to be found right on site. My stress level went from a 10 (highest) to a 4 in that time. And then I talked to Veronica and she helped me maintain at the level 4.

Once I got to Madison, I spent 2 hours in line for athlete check in. In this time I met a few guys in line that were extremely chill. All the rules people tell me to follow race day didn’t seem to apply to them and I just loved hearing that- because there are more than one way to get to the finish line. They had all done it before, and they were all about the experience. Prior to talking to them, the stress got back to an 8 and then it came back down to that level 4 area.

After checking in, I took care of my bike. Endurance zone had workers that were a little young and cocky- but they knew what they were doing so if they wanted to show off and make me feel dumb not knowing technical terms for my bike parts- I didn’t care. I just wanted them to fix my bike.

I was back to Monona Terrace for the Dinner/Mandatory Meeting by 6:30pm. This dinner was such a great experience. It was an Ironman Celebration. They had given us all sorts of fun statistics like 26% of the racers were female, which was a record high for Madison; The oldest racer was 76 and youngest was 18, the largest male age group was 40-44, and females was (mine) 30-34. The Madison Ironman has been going on since 2002 and this was the 10th year. I thought back to the first Madison Ironman- and I remember Sarah Harnden and I running that evening, and feeling like, if these people can do this crazy thing, we can go for a 5 mile run and not complain we made it a point to run by them and cheer. Little did I ever imagine that I would be completing the same thing as the crazy people 10 years later?

After dinner I made my way to Hotel Cory. We watched a funny movie to try to calm me (because I was back up to an 8 where I stayed for while), and I started packing my bags- which just seemed like a cluster. As the ironman isn’t like your typical race- we had 5 bags: 1) Your morning drop off bag 2) Swim to Bike Transition Bag 3) Bike to Run Transition Bag 4) Bike special needs bag 5) Run Special needs bag. In this time I realized I had to buy some stuff to fill them as I did a poor job packing before I left California. I didn’t have much in my special needs bags- as I figure I’d bring most of what I needed with me and then not bother to pick up the special needs bag at the end of the race.

I woke up with a tension headache Saturday morning, and the tension was high. I managed to get about 9 hours of sleep though, and it was time to run errands. With the errands, I decided I would go to Charlie’s Bachelor Party at Bucky’s Traveling Bus- and say hi to all those guys (seeing as I’m missing his wedding- and I mean- he happened to be in town- so I could at least hug and congratulate him!) I got to catch up with him and Dave and of course, see Betz and Alsteen. They were fun drunk as usual and in this time the stress level went down to maybe a 3- until I realized I should get going and had so much more to do for the day.

I made my way back to Monona Terrace (where I’m pretty proud to say I parallel parked my dad’s big truck in a small spot). I met up with Veronica and Daryl and we walked through the transitions (which were inside!). Alison called me in this time- which if you all don’t know- Alison had a trip with her mom to Europe- an opportunity she couldn’t pass up- so she wasn’t there to see me cross the finish line- however she was there in spirit 110%- and she made sure she got some European plan on her phone so she could call and keep tabs on me. If that’s not a great supporter/friend- I don’t know what is!
My stress level got back up to an 8. I managed to go for a swim, and it dropped probably to a 7 and then it was time to check in my bike. On my walk to my car to get my bike, I called Brandon, who successfully got my stress level to a 1 and pretty much was able to maintain thereafter at a 2 or 3. My parents and I met up for dinner and then when I got to Cory’s my stress level was back up, but he made me some chamomile tea and I made it to sleep nice and sound.
My alarm went off, and I started my pre-race plan: When I race marathons, I usually can’t get hungry enough before the race, but I knew I had to do something this time- so I bought Eggos- you know Eggo waffles- because I figured I could toast and pick away at those- so I had 2 odwala vitamin C drinks and 5 eggos. I figure anything was better than nothing.

Veronica and I met up in the Transition and before you knew it, I met up with my dad and we made our way to the swim. On the way I ran into Tony K and he gave me some last minute motivation. *One thing I did that was a little unorthodox – was my bike was equipped with only one water bottle. I decided I didn’t like the cages on the back because it just made me feel too heavy – and with being used to Alexander who is lighter than Alejandro- I figured I wanted to be as light as possible. There were water stations every 15ish miles on the bike course so I would take their drinks and keep my one water bottle for when I needed it otherwise. (This actually worked out well!). Tony said he thought that would be a decent plan- so I was a little more confident in this decision.
Walking to the swim start, I saw Jillian and Aristotle- it was good to see them and remembering- Together but alone. We got in the water, and I lost all – and we had a good 5-10 minutes to float before the start. Once that cannon went off- all *2800 of us were off. I didn’t find the congestion to be too bad- I just stayed relaxed and would stop and wait if I needed to. I broke the swim down in quarters and just made it to each turn. I was told on the first turn – it’s so congested and tight- that everyone stops and lifts their heads up and moos- it’s the moo corner. I only heard this from one person and wondered how true this was- but sure enough- as we turned- we all started to moo (and yes, I joined in- because this is supposed to be fun), and again, I reminded myself- we were all in this together (but alone).

As I swam- I thought about my first triathlon- in California. Mazan and I did it together. I remember being in that swim- .45ish miles long, and thinking “what have I gotten myself into, and I think I can do an Ironman in 3 years!? I can’t even handle this swim!” …but with time, I got better and stronger, and here I was, doing the full 2.4 miles in an ironman. I have done my longest open water swims with Emily- so I then pictured her swimming there with me, I had dialogue in my head- of me and her, stopping at a bouy and counting how many more laps we had. I was out there alone- but at the same time, I wasn’t!

The swim did have its hiccups. It was congested, and on the first turn, I managed to get trampled, I thought my cap was going to come off and my goggles were bumped- I didn’t want to deal with them- because that would mean treading and risking a cramp, so I just pushed them tighter to my face. About a loop later, I couldn’t deal wit that anymore and had to readjust- my contact was kind of suctioning out too, but I managed to make it so it was bearable until I finished. I couldn’t see out of my right eye- but I figured I’d just keep following the people in front of me. When I made it out of the water I had to readjust my contact, and I wasn’t sure if I would lose it or not, but I figured I’d deal with that in transition (as I prepared and had spare contacts with me).

Now when you get out of the swim- you have to run up the helix into the building and to transition. It was a pretty easy run because you had so many crowds- I saw Emily and Sara, and my Dad (I forget who else- sorry). The volunteers were AMAZING- you walked in the room with the bags and someone grabbed your bag for you and took you to the changing room where they sat with you- catering to your needs. With a few minutes, I was off to retrieve my bike. I stopped to be lathered with sunscreen, and I went on my way. Now the bike- you get to ride down the other helix to the bike path which was lots of fun. Coming out of the bike, I saw two people but now I’m forgetting who- please claim your support! Then I saw Mike. On the out and back, there is a no pass zone-- so the goal is to get past anyone moving slower than you before you hit that zone. As we entered that zone- we actually came to a stop for a bike accident to clear. Then we were off, and before you knew it, we were at the loop.

What I didn’t know was my cousin, Mandy and her husband just bought a place pretty much on the course! So as I made my way on the loop, I first saw Jen and Andrea, which was actually after I passed them…and as I turned to see them, I nearly fell off my bike J Then a few minutes later I heard another cheer, and, though I didn’t see her, I have known that voice my whole life and so I waved behind me, knowing I just passed Mandy (and confirming later ;) )

I was feeling great on the first loop- I knew what Jeff told me, that it’s going to hit me in the 2nd, but part of me didn’t care, if it felt good- I just wanted to ride it. The climb to Mt. Horeb didn’t feel like a climb, and the rolling right after, was just so much fun! Up and down, and up and up and up and down. By the time I made it to the 3 bad climbs in the 2nd half of the loop, I started to feel it. But, I thought, I need to keep high cadence and just keep moving. I made the first climb, and then saw my parents just before the 2nd. Jeff was on the third, and he wasn’t just there with the signs he made for us – he had a mega phone!

The whole two loops, I pictured being out there with both Jeff and Maria- I tried to envision it was like the first time I rode the loop- the first with Jeff and the 2nd with Maria, with a negative split- but for some reason I pictured Maria more on the first loop, and Jeff more on the 2nd (and well- I slowed on the 2nd).

The 2nd loop had its emotional downfalls. I started to slow, but I kept reminding myself to push out any goal times others made for me- that this was my race and if my number one goal was to enjoy- then that’s what I would do! There is a turn and then a climb that I actually love to do because I am so good at shifting on it, I usually fly by people- but on my second loop I was an idiot, and didn’t shift right, and my chain fell off- so I had to stop and put it back on. It actually felt good to stop for a moment, but then rough to get back on my bike. I started to get nauseous at the water stops…and climbs. I focused on fixing that issue, and continued on. I moved a lot slower on the 2nd climbs, but luckily Sara and Emily were on the first climb, my parents were in their same place, and Jeff was on the third again- running alongside as I biked up to the top.

Jen and Andrea were kind of everywhere- I felt so lucky to have them- living in Madison – they knew how to get in and out and just kept showing up everywhere- which always gave me an extra burst of energy- they might win the award for maneuvering the course!

I finished the 2nd loop, and it was time to head back (BTW- it was hot!). My legs were cramping and my feet were numb- I kept unclipping my shoes one at a time trying to stretch and get blood moving around better. It was my Morton’s Neruoma (inflation of a nerve on the bottom of your foot when put under high stress..common when you have Morton’s toe- which is when your 2nd toe is bigger than your first- it’s explained in another write up) that was acting up but I just kept pushing through. I wondered how my mom’s chronic pain compared- and figured- my pain would go away soon enough, so I just had to be strong at fighting through the pain, like my mom is on a daily basis.

There were a few people I had seen all through the bike- so we started talking a bit- but of course – not long enough for any violations ;) Soon enough I had made it back to the transition- but not before seeing Jen and Andrea again, and Rachel A.

I managed to put some jelly on my arm chaffing that happened on the swim, and change shorts while in transition. Again- I had the best lady working with me- catering to my needs- getting me water, taking out my Tylenol and practically feeding it to me.

I started out the run at a strong 8:30-9 – but soon slowed- and I didn’t care- I was doing this! Ultra Jen made it to the run, and gave me some positive reinforcement. I missed my parents, but I saw Jen and Andrea again- and Tony. Tony updated me that texts were flying around like crazy and it sounds like people have been able to see me in many places and everyone was communicating with where and when they saw me – to help eachother out on getting to the right places at right times.

It was hot, and I was icing as much as possible. I kept battling with stomach issues- whether it was one way or another- I knew I couldn’t run the whole race without a stop to alleviate the problem. We got to run through Camp Randall, which was nice and quiet. Around Breeze Terrace, I started putting more of a walking plan in motion- mostly walking hills.

I thought- I’ve kind of done it all in Madison, I went to school there, and ran for fun, I’ve done crazy legs, I’ve done the half marathon, and the full marathon- and now I was doing the Ironman! As I ran on different parts of the Ironman course, I remembered how I felt doing all those other races. I remembered how my first endurance event in Madison was the Half Marathon, and I ended up in the medical tent where I had 2 bags of fluids pumped in me in under 30 minutes. The medical director tried to tell me some people aren’t made for endurance events and that might just be me and I definitely shouldn't run a marathon that fall (which I did). I remember how after I finished the full marathon, I wanted to find that guy and tell him it was my 3rd Marathon and how I ran my first just fine the following October, and now, being here and running the Ironman – I wanted to find this guy and ask him if he still stands behind what he said. (oh and if you haven’t read other race write ups- I had walking pneumonia….on that race that I passed out at the finish).

Observatory Hill was walked- by me and by about 99% of everyone else. And then I coasted on the down. I saw Andrea and Jen and then had a mile to run up and down State Street before I turned around. I regained speed in this time, just thriving off the crowds. And then back out by Picnic Point, I was tired again, I wouldn’t just walk through water stops- but shortly after I would have to walk again to keep down what I took in at the water stops. I finally managed to go by a porta potty at a convenient time- which helped a lot.

I saw Tony again and we laughed at the TMI- that is never TMI when you are racing- it’s just normal. He joked that he was going to send a text around to my support, repeating the exact crude details I gave him. I just laughed and said “do it” …they are all unphased by that ;) Every time I had a TMI moment- I would think of my Triple T friend Jami- as- we didn’t know each other long, but we seemed to exchange our best TMI moments- I knew she would be proud with by not caring on this race!

When I made it to the Capitol, I decided it was time to give my spectators sweaty hugs. First I saw Keri, Michelle, Ed, Gabe and Kelly, thenmy parents, and then Rachel A and J. I made my way to the turn around and it was back for lap 2!

The sun was starting to go down, and we had more shade coverage, which helped me a lot. I was in great spirits, and Ed and Michelle walked with me a little and it was just nice to see them! Right before the run around camp Randall, I had another bathroom stop. I then just kept moving forward, chatting with whomever when I could.
Observatory was walked again, and Michelle, Keri and company were at the top. Then I made my way down and Jen and Andrea were at the bottom. State street was a little slower- but Ultra Jen managed to give me a little extra energy and when i saw Andrea and Jen again- I told them I was crashing. And with 6 miles to go, I hit a quiet/focused zone. At this same time, some guy by me- told Jen and Andrea, his watched reads he has burned 10,000 calories. (And what did I eat during the race? 1 gu before the swim, 3 bags of the power bar energy chews, 1 gu flask (so about 3 gus in that), electrolyte pills- maybe a total of 10- all on the bike, then I had a bottle of pedialyte before I got on the run, and 4 gus on the run- probably about 2,000 calories. After the run I had a protein shake, some champagne and a big mac from McDonalds),

I finally made it with 3 miles to go and I looked at my watch and had about 40 minutes to complete it to get under 13 hours. I decided this would be my goal which meant sticking with the current pace but I could also walk. By 2 miles to go, I just needed a 15 minute mile to get under 13 hours. I got a few cramps of course- and had to walk them out. My friends were spread not just at the finish line but throughout the last half mile. I saw them all and – Kathleen would be proud- I kicked it!

Once you cross that finish line, you have more help! Two people come to you to hold you up and then one sticks with you until you leave the finisher area- but I didn’t need help- I felt great- I was so happy- I was short for words, and I think she thought that meant bad things- but then once I located my family- she let me go- and I just went to them and the tears started to flow. I’m an Ironman- and not only that- I’m an Ironman in under 13 hours!

Three years ago, I was inspired by 4 friends, and I decided I would become an Ironman. I just wanted to finish- which you have 17 hours to do. I stuck to my goal, and I not only completed it, I blew it away. It’s almost surreal to think of how far I’ve come. Such a happy moment though came to a sad end when I had to say goodbye to my spectators. I haven’t seen them in a month, and I kind of forgot that we don’t live in the same city anymore, so I can’t just go out for lunch with them this week and rehash the day. When I moved away from Chicago, it wasn’t so much a goodbye, as much as a “I’ll see you at the Ironman” Luckily I have other events to see them soon enough- but they all were so wonderful.

Andrea and Jen- We’ve known each other since college- you tolerated me when I wanted to go running before a Real Estate Club Social event- and you both decided to give the triathlon a try to see what it’s all about. Jen- your training with me (however it may be- Kayak and Moped) up north was priceless! And Andrea- I think you were the first person I biked with when I decided I wanted to do the ironman- and therefore- needed to bike!

Rachel J- PIC- Pace leader! You keep me grounded with my running- always making sure I’m being healthy and doing things right. And PS- You looked radiant at the race, I can’t wait to see you walk down the Aisle. I miss you!

Rachel A- Thanks for the balance- I might not have been to many yoga classes in the past year- but all the classes we have gone to in the past- and just your friendship- helps me breath! The fact that you rented a car to come up and see me was so great. I’m sad because I don’t know when we will see each other again.

Ultra Jen- Man oh man- you can be tough on me! But sometimes I need it. Thanks for believing in me! And you too- for renting a car to get up to Madison! So…When is the next ultra? 100 miler in 2012?

Keri - World’s best cheerleader! Can’t wait for you and Alison to get your butts to San Fran for a visit.

Michelle- It was so great to have one of my original 4 inspirations at the race. To see you throughout, I really hope I made you proud. None of this would have happened if it weren’t for you!

Tony K- Cheers to making your own rules! And the stories along the way.

Ed, Kelly and Gabe- So good to see you guys! Kelly- any interest in the ironman? ;)

Mike- Next year is your year!

Jeff- Sorry if my race didn’t have enough drama ;) You were with me on the whole bike- I think biking with you and your friends is what made me love biking – thanks!

Mandy- So happy you could make it out and we got girl time after! Love you Cuz!

Mom and Dad- I sometimes get calmer around you because I see how nervous you are for me and I don’t want you to worry. I really am the luckiest girl alive to have you as my parents- Thanks for all your support and understanding that this I my thing. I think most parents might be apprehensive because of the stress this puts on a body- but you understand it’s my passion and you embrace it just as much as I do.

Tony S. – you weren’t physically at the race- but you kind of have been there from point one- thanks for the training plan, and the words of encouragement- even if I didn’t take it as encouragement J

And Last but not least- Alison- like Michelle- none of this would have happened for me if it weren’t for you. Words aren’t enough to share the love and appreciation there is for you in my life.

So many other great friends that have put up with me on this journey- thanks! I’m so lucky to have all of you in my life.


And that concludes my Ironman Journey Blog Series.

XOXO