tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29867722657560622082024-03-14T03:34:28.160-07:00The Blue Line RunnerThink Strong, Be Strong, Finish StrongSummer Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13267849137209019826noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986772265756062208.post-20921255502144422452011-11-07T01:48:00.000-08:002011-11-07T01:48:32.884-08:00I have Moved/ www.bluelinerunner.comI have moved from Blogger to Wordpress. Wordpress just seems to run a bit smoother and I like the layout better. Its still a work in progress but if you care to check it out I finally got around to a new post. I have yet to figure out how to add all the blogs I follow here to my wordpress site but I know there has to be a way... If only I was good with computer stuff!<br />
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www.bluelinerunner.com Summer Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13267849137209019826noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986772265756062208.post-22681898340984650502011-09-27T02:34:00.000-07:002011-09-27T11:45:03.313-07:00Ironman Augusta 70.3 Race Recap.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Let me apologize in advance if this is super long. I am trying to learn everything I can and the only way I know how is to write in as much detail as I can recall and beg that you will point out ways in which I can shave time off. Please pick it apart it will not hurt my feelings I really want to get better.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Sunday September 25, 2011 </b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal">Two alarms went off at the same exact moment 4:15AM. I had been awake for a while going over my gear and execution plan in my head. I was abnormally calm and focused for a race morning. I got up took a shower and began stretching out to make sure nothing was hurting. I attempted to eat my pre-race meal, a bagel with peanut butter and a banana, but I was only able to take in half of it. I checked my gear bag once again before Matt and I headed out. We stopped at McDonalds so I could get some coffee and then made our way to the transition area. He made sure I got everything out of the truck I needed and told me good luck for I would not see him again till after the race. He went back to the hotel to pack up our stuff and get my parents and aunt and uncle.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I put my ear buds in and turned up my Ipod so I could not hear any conversations around me. I have found for me that listening to all the pre-race conversations on how tough/easy a course is causes me to start thinking I may need to change my plan and this is not the time to do that. I had looked, read, researched, the course and I knew what it was going to be like in my mind at least and I wanted to stick with that. I had to get my age and number placed on me again because the previous days markings had come off in the shower ( I think I called that one). I made my way to row 61 and was relieved to see Koa still chillin on the rack. It had rained during the night so I wiped him off. There was a bike missing to my left and the girl who was 2 spots down asked me if they did not show up. Since we figured they were a no show she stated we should both move our bikes over to give us more room. Fine by me. We shared the space and the extra room was rather nice. I put the desired air in my tires, filled up my aero water bottle with cold EFS and placed a water bottle in the lower cage then began placing all my gear out. Once I was satisfied with my layout I grabbed my morning clothing bag and took off to stand in line at the wonderful Port-O-John. Pee #1 was out of the way so I went back and rechecked my gear. I kept thinking I was missing something but I never could figure it out. I finally got over the “what am I missing” issue and took off to wait in line for the transport bus that would take us down to the swim start.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">While standing in line I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around while taking my ear buds out and there was a guy standing there. He asked me if I had done the Oly Tri in Greensboro. I told him I had and he said he remembered me from the race (seriously it’s a small world with 3200 other racers around he picks me out…creepy). We talked a little a bit about that race and he told me he had done this race several times. We parted ways once the bus showed up. I made the short bus ride to the swim start and I checked my watch to see how long I had before the start of my wave (8:52) it was only 7:20 so I figured I would go stand in line again to pee since I am so use to having to pee a million times before a race. Pee #2 out of the way so I found a spot and began stretching out and watched the first few waves of men swimmers start their day. They made it look so easy. I knew I had not eaten enough so I started eating on a power bar. I headed down to drop off my morning clothing bag around 8:15ish and ran into Beth (she won this sneak approach). We chatted for a moment before I found another line to take care of pee #3 (seriously peeing this much is annoying – dang you pre race nerves). I found a spot to put on my wet suit and then handed my bag over to the crew. I was sort of sad I had to give up my Ipod it was keeping my mind occupied. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>The Swim</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal">Around 8:30 I stared to make my way up to the swim start since they told us in the pre race meeting we may end up going before our original time. They were running about a 1 min fast so I was able to watch more wave starts. Finally they called for my wave and we all made our way down to the water. It’s funny at this point during my first Tri I was a wreck. Not today.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">It was an in water start so we all jumped in and “hung out” till the air horn sounded. Man once that thing went off the water went crazy. It was almost like a whirlpool effect. People were going everywhere. It sort of freaked me out at first but I moved farther over to the left to try and stay away from the crowd which worked out for a little bit. Before I knew it people who can’t swim in a straight line or sight right where swimming straight into me. I stopped a few times to keep from getting swam over, let them pass, and continued on my way. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The water was absolutely nasty. There was seaweed and miscellaneous debris everywhere. A few times when I would go to breath I would have seaweed on my face –that had to look funny. Your fingertips would almost touch the growth as you were swimming. I was feeling good, sighting well, swimming a rather straight line, and making forward progress at a comfortable pace. All of a sudden a foot came out of nowhere and connected with my nose. It caused me to take in a mouth full of water which in turn made me immediately nauseous. The water was nasty! I was not sure what to do at this point because I thought I was going to loose my stomach content so I flipped over on my back and took a few deep breaths. The nauseous feeling went away in seconds I said a few thank yous and flipped back over and started my groove again. I feel right back into my normal pace counting two left arm strokes before taking a breath. The counting helps me focus on something other than swimming. I did not know how long I had been swimming but it did not feel like it had been very long. I decided to look forward and see how close I was to the finish and much to my shock and surprise I was within 200 yards. I checked a couple more times because I just knew I was seeing things there was no way I was almost done. Nope I was almost done. I think I started grinning here while still swimming because I knew I had done much better than I ever thought I would have with this part. I had passed people from previous waves how that happened I have no clue but I will take it. I came out of the water and could hear my family calling my name so I looked to the right and there they were on the hill jumping and clapping. This pumped me up tremendously because they knew how much I was dreading the water. We had to run up the boat ramp which (as I had called before) sucked. The run to the bike transition was somewhat long it seemed to take forever seriously it had to take 1-2 mins just to get to the wet suit strippers. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I am the one in the middle with my hat already off and a goofy grin!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"> </div><div class="MsoNormal">I found my suit stripper and she yanked off my suit and tossed it to me as I was taking off to see Koa. There were no more running mats at this point so you were running on grass which was littered with gravel and the rocks were cutting into your feet. I got stuck behind a group of girls who were also trying to dodge the gravel so I slowed down. I would not have felt right running them over just to gain a few seconds. I realized I really needed to pee (yes again) and I was debating what to do while I was getting my gear changed out. I decided I might as well take the time to go here at the port-o-john in hopes that I would not need to pee again while I was on the bike. Yes this cost me time but I am just not the pee on your bike kind of girl… yet. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Swim: 1.2 Miles</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Pace: 1:36/100m</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Time: 30:34</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Rank at this point: 1671</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>T1 Time Swim-To-Bike: 5:15</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>The Bike</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal">I grabbed Koa and took off running to the bike start line. This was a mess people were crossing the line and stopping right there trying to get on the bike which caused a massive clog. I found a spot I could squeeze through on the left side and moved out of the way before I got on Koa and took off. I had spoken with Jason from <a href="http://cooktraineatrace.com/">Cook Train Eat Race</a> about my nutrition plan for the bike leg and he had told me what works best for him and I had played with the same liquid calories strategy he goes by. As soon as I made it through mile one and the line of riders were not so on top of each other I took out ½ of a honey stinger waffle and ate it. Everyone kept telling me how important it was to take in lots of fluid during the ride so that my body would still function on the run so I stated drinking from my aero bottle of EFS. I had cut up 3 honey stinger waffles into four pieces per waffle and placed them in a zip lock bag which was in my bike bag just in case I felt like I needed to eat something along with the liquid calories. The first 13 miles were really uneventful. I kept drinking the EFS and I had one small piece of waffle every 30/40 mins. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I thought the riders would be more spread out but we all were on top of each other seriously there was no way not to draft. The officials would just ride on by on their motorcycles not penalizing anyone because there was no where for us to go so that we were not in the draft zone. Passing was challenging because we all were so tight. Every once in a while a spot would open up and I took advantage and passed as many people as I could. I was holding a pace, per my bike PC, of 18-20 which made me extremely happy. Then I stated to get worried that if I tired to hold this pace my legs would be done by the time I got off the bike and I would kill my run. I was going over and over in my head what to do but ended up staying at that pace… I realized I also needed to pee again GREAT so much for spending more time in T1 so I would not have to go on the bike course. Anyway mile 15 I reached down to take another drink and my aero bottle was bone dry. I had already consumed my 32 oz of EFS. Okay not going to panic I still have another water bottle. I reached down to my lower cage to grab my bottle and got nothing but air. WTH where did my bottle go? I came out of the aero position and looked down. <i>Gone… empty… no bottle</i>. Why is it when you’re not thirsty but then you realize you’re out of fluid you feel like you have not had anything to drink in day’s? I knew there were two hydration stations along the way so I tucked back in and lucky me I only had to go a couple miles before I saw the first stop. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I perfectly executed my first drive by water bottle grab without incident! I jumped off the bike at the end of the line and stood in line for a second so I could pee again. Got back on the bike and waited what seemed like forever to wait for a spot to enter back into the line of riders. There were so many riders but I could not believe we were not spread out more. I finally found a spot and took off again with my aero bottle and cage full of water again. 17 miles out of the way and I still felt great. I knew this was where the rolling hills would start and last a while before the course would flatten out again. I jockeyed for a better position for a while since I did not care to be passed by so many people due to my having to pee grrrrrr. The hills presented themselves.. yay.. I hate hills. Honestly, though they were not that bad even for a flat land rider such as me. Only a few of the hills where killer but I refused to come out of my saddle and just spun on up. I was actually passing tons of people on the hill climbs. This worried me once again. While my overall pace had slowed tremendously due to the hills I knew if I kept up my over aggressiveness I was going to kill my run. I talked myself down off my desire to pass everyone in front of me and settled in behind – not drafting close- a line of riders to finish up the hills.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The miles just kept on passing with only one interesting event. There was a man standing at the end of his driveway with a card board sign that read something along the lines of “Go Home, Your not Welcome Here”. He was yelling at everyone as they passed about how we were such and inconvenience to the community and not to come back next year. Come on man really <b>ONE</b> day out of the <b>YEAR</b> you may have to drive a different way to the store calls for that type of stupid behavior. I rode up beside a girl right after passing him and said he must think he can’t do this she started laughing and said we should go back and show him he too can do this. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I ran out of water again right before the second stop. I kept going back in forth in my mind if I should get a Ironman Preform or water at the next station since my EFS was long gone and I figured I would try a Ironman Preform to get some calories and hope and pray it did not mess with my stomach. I executed another good on the go 2 bottle grab without incident. I was worried I was not going to be able and do that. I put more water in my aero bottle and placed the Preform in my cage. I tried the Preform and I did not care for the taste at all! I only took a few sips of it along the way because I just knew I would not be able to stomach it. I was so happy I decided to bring as many honey stinger waffles as I had they saved me! I never imagined I would go through so much liquid in such a short time. I was mostly overcast but very humid and the later the day got the hotter it was getting. It started to lightly rain around mile 45ish. It did not last long but it felt good while it was raining! The hills finally died and the course was flat again which made me super happy but I could feel my “stupid” race up the hill efforts in my quads. CRAP I knew this was going to happen. I checked my watch and saw I had been on the bike around 2 hours and 40 mins (approximately). I knew I could easily cover 10 miles in 30mins if I pushed it so I had a decision to make go for it and get the bike done in just over 3 hours or slow down and save it for the run. This was hard for me because I am so freaking competitive and all I wanted to do was pass the next person. But running is my back ground so I felt like I ultimately could make up more time there than I could with an all out effort riding. I don’t know if this was the right thing to do or not to be honest. Looking back I sort of wish I had just gone all out for it but I made my decision and I stuck with it. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The last 15 miles were once again uneventful other than a new PR on bike distance for me. The longest I had ridden before this race was 50 miles so I was super excited once I saw the 50 mile marker. At this point the sun had come out in full force and it was really heating up quick. I kept drinking water and took a Gu gel when I was within 2 miles of the bike finish. I made the turn to go into transition and there was my Mattie James and my dad yelling at me to keep going and I was doing great. I am not sure if the spectators know how much simple words of motivation helps push you along. It does WONDERS! </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I made it to the line jumped off the bike and guess who needed to pee – ME AGAIN. I ran to my bike spot and sort of tossed Koa onto the bar (sorry buddy). I pulled my helmet off, placed my running hat on, yanked off my bike shoes, tried to put my socks on but my legs and feet were so sweaty they did not want to go on so I had to sit down and force them before I could get me shoes on, flipped my race bib to the front grabbed 4 Gu gels and took off to the Port-O-John to pee again… As soon as I got into the POJ I realized I had forgotten to take my gloves off <i>DANG IT MAN</i>. I thought about just tossing them but then I was like that is silly I have already taken more time to stop to pee I have time to run them back to my bike since it was not that far from the run start anyway. I was coming out of the POJ and someone let out a loud scream that sounded like they were right on top of me. I stopped dead in my tracks ears perked up still holding the door open as I frantically searched the area for someone being stabbed, shot, having a medical issue whatever I don’t know all I know is my instinct kicked in full force and the world slowed down for a moment. A second later a girl came out from the POJ beside me in tears. I asked her if she was okay and she told me she had just dropped her glasses into the POJ. I laughed because it was nasty and ultimately funny but also I think in sheer relief no one was hurt or in danger. Seriously you <i><b>CAN’T</b></i> do that to me I go into Cop mode. Ugh.. I wasted time for glasses ok glove-toss time to run. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Bike: 56 Miles</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Pace: 15.83</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Time: 3:32:13</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Rank: 2418</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>T2 Bike-To-Run : 4:03</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>The Run </i> </b></div><div class="MsoNormal">I don’t think I knew how hot I truly was till I was off the bike and the wind from the bike died down. It took me a mile before my legs felt somewhat normal off the bike. I was almost 3 miles in holding an 8:30 pace per my Garmin when all of a sudden I realized I was getting tunnel vision which was turning into blurred vision. The pressure in my eyes was so intense I thought they were going to come out of my head. I felt my head and I was sweating which was a good sign but I knew something was very off. I made it to the mile three and I took a one of the ice cold sponges and held it on top of my head. The water was so cold and my body was so hot it actually sent me into a mini shock that took me a moment to recover from but the pressure in my eyes went away. 3 miles in and I am overheated already how do you come back from that? </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">There was a water station at every mile so I kept pushing along taking water to sip from and one went over my head face and neck. I made it to mile 5 and my cheering squad was set up and this pumped me up again! My dad began running along beside me and gave me some water. He was telling me how strong I looked and I believed him at this point it’s the only thing I could hold onto I may not feel strong but he said I looked strong so I will take it. I was passing people right and left. Around mile 7 one of the pro men was walking along giving words of encouragement (I only knew he was a pro because of the chatter around me) anyway he started running beside me and said “I love to see someone who looks like they know how to run – looking good girl keep it up and you will be done before you know it) he patted my shoulder and took off the other way before I could utter much more than thanks.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal">Mile 8 is about the time I started to fall apart. My socks and shoes had gotten really wet at this point and I could feel 2 water blisters on my right foot forming with a vengeance. I contemplated taking them off and running barefoot but looking at the street I knew that would not be much of a user friendly option. I would stop and walk for a moment and try to wiggle my foot around in my shoe to find a better position but nothing was working and each step was becoming more and more painful. I checked my Garmin and I my pace was in the 10 min mile which just broke my heart. I knew I was not going to be able and finish the run in under 2 hours like I had originally planed. It only took me a second to get over this because I was still super happy about the whole experience and the overall journey that had brought me here. It started to rain which was a welcome because it was so hot. It did however finish soaking my shoes and began forming more blisters. Not much you can do about that. I saw an old high school friend who came out to cheer me on along with my buddy Kevin who I met in my first Tri. He was going to do this race but he got a stress fracture 2 weeks ago during a long run. He was only able to swim which he used as a practice.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal">I saw my dad again at mile 10. He came up beside me and I told him I was hurting he told me to keep going I only had 3 miles to go. So I did I kept going and I kept saying over and over 3 miles only 3 miles I can do 3 miles in my sleep. 3 miles is nothing. My normal stride was off because of the issues with my feet but I managed to pick up my pace a little. I saw my cheering squad again at mile 12. I was so HAPPY to see them words can’t even express the feeling knowing I only had a mile to go. I knew I had more in me so I took off. I picked off one person at a time. I forgot about the pain and I found my normal pace for the last mile. I rounded the last corner and I could here the crowed cheering the racers on as they entered the final stretch. Man what a feeling it’s hard to describe! I gave it all the energy I had left. Finish Strong. I was so elated with this accomplishment I am not really sure it has fully sunk in yet. I do know one thing as soon as I crossed that line I felt like I was more than a runner I was a triathlete. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Run: 13.1 Miles</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Pace: 10:35</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Time: 2:18:41</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Final Rank: 1957 </i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">I still have some work to do but I learned so much from this race and I plan on taking it all in so I can come back stronger for the next because there will be a next there will… always be a next. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Overall time: 6:30:46</i></b></div>Summer Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13267849137209019826noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986772265756062208.post-83738036235367074802011-09-26T12:44:00.000-07:002011-09-26T12:44:53.324-07:00The day before...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The day before any big or new distance race, for me, always seems to be filled with so much nervous excitement. I think I stress more this day than I do the day of the actual race. Mathew and I drove from Valdosta to Greensboro, Ga on Friday so we could hang out with my family Friday afternoon then make the hour drive to Augusta, Ga early Saturday morning so I could take care of all the pre race requirements. The race expo and registration/race packet pick up was scheduled to begin at 11AM and we figured we might as well get there then and get all that taken care of before it got “busy”. We were not the only ones with this plan. The hotel was packed with compression wearing, fit, toned, lean, muscular, M-dot tattooed, water/sports drink caring, last race T-shirt wearing amazing looking athletes. I know this sounds stupid, I promise, but just looking around at these people was intimidating. I was standing in a VERY long line waiting my turn to pick up my race packet just taking in everything and I noticed a lady a few people up in front of me who was “wringing” her hands in what I picked up to be a nervous behavior. This particular lady was a bit larger than most of the 100’s of people around her and I could see her looking people up and down as her eyes moved along the line of racers. I don’t have a clue if she was feeling the same intimidation I had previously experienced but I really wished I could have given her a hug and told her how proud I was of her for being there in this line. All I am saying is if I felt intimidated by the extremely athlete people then I can only imagine how she felt and I was so proud of her for being there doing what so many don’t think is possible. After spending an hour in line I finally got my race kit and made it to the pre-race meeting just after it had started. I was able to pick Beth from (<a href="http://discombobulatedrunning.blogspot.com/">Discom-BOB-ulated Running</a>) out in the room and since we had sort of a challenge I made sure she did not see me...yet. After the meeting I headed over to the Expo to look around and realized that was not going to happen due to the small size of the room which was packed with more people than a Fire Marshal would be happy with so I waited around till I saw Beth walk into the room. She knew I was in there due to the exchange of text but I was able to sneak in behind her. I was going to go in for the sneak attack leg hug but I really did not want to get kicked or hit in the face so we “re-introduced” ourselves before we exchanged leg hugs! Go check out he page I am sure she will be doing a race re-cap as well! (Beth I am so glad we got to meet). </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Once all that was taken care of I found my mom and dad and we headed out for some lunch. Being that the hotel we were staying in was only a mile from where we had lunch we decided to go ahead and check in so I could look over Koa one last time before taking him to the bike drop off for his first slumber party. I knew something was wrong when my dad came out from checking in and Matt was not close behind him. I had already taken Koa off the truck and was messing with my gear. I realized Matt had been in the lobby for a long time so I called him and he informed me the hotel had messed up our reservations (made in June) and they were booked with no room for us. The hotel began calling other area hotels trying to find us a room. They finally found one a few miles away that said they had one room left and for us to come on over. The Jameson Inn (Original hotel) told Matt they would pay for the room due to mistake being their fault. So I put my bike back up and we took off to the other place. Once again I realized something must be wrong because people were coming and going and Matt was still in the lobby. I walked in and he looked at me and shook his head. I asked what the problem was and basically there was a new person working the desk who did not understand how to read the computer and they were also booked. My stress level went from medium to low high. We drove back over to the Jameson and Matt explained to them what had occurred at the hotel they had just sent us too. While Matt was dealing with that I went to my parent’s room and hung out with my mom. Apparently the Jameson Inn had done the same thing with another lady’s room and she was at the front desk being rather crude. Matt on the other hand stayed cool calm and collected which went a long way. Crude lady was sent packing and Matt was told 20 people had yet to check in their rooms thus he was given a room due to the length of time we had made reservations and his “nice” demeanor. I felt sort of bad for the last one that got there to check in only to find out they did not have a room. Augusta was booked! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I had Matt check Koa over real well for the 100 time and we headed to the race start to look around at the swim and drop off the bike. I was able to meet up with a good friend of mine who lives in Augusta. She brought her husband and daughter to the bike check in to check out the atmosphere and wish me luck. She is a runner – a good runner at that. I have had the privilege of running with her and she made me work for every mile we covered… Maybe she will try a Triathlon next =) I dropped Koa off amongst the gaggle of other bikes. Goodness there were some good looking bikes out there! It did feel rather odd leaving the bike there. The officials were asking those that were there to go ahead and get marked to save time in the morning so my number and age were placed on my arms and leg. I sort of thought this was pointless because I knew I was going to be taking a shower before the race but they said if it came off they would just redo it in the morning. Matt, my dad and I walked down to the swim exit so I would get an idea of where I was going once out of the water. The exit was a boat ramp and and I remember thinking running up that after swimming a mile was going to suck. I stood at the end and looked back to where the bike racks were and man it was a long way away. I am not sure if that is normal all I know is the Oly Tri was not that long of a run from swim to bike. I had a moment of panic when I “saw” how long the swim was… I sent KC a text and she reminded me to focus on one buoy at a time just as I had been doing in the pool one 25 meter lap at a time. I know I have swam the distance before but it just seems longer when you can see the whole distance rather than laps in a pool. Anyway, I knew she was right so I put it out of my mind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">By this time it was getting rather late so we headed back to the hotel to pick up my mom and my aunt and uncle who had made the trip to watch the race. We all went out to Bonefish grill for dinner. We had to wait an hour before we could get a table but it appeared to be that way every place we passed. I struck up a conversation with a husband and wife who were there for the race (the husband anyway). He was from Tennessee so we got along GREAT! This was also his first 70.3 but he had done several Olympic distance triathlons. I love hearing race stories from other athletes! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</style> <![endif]--> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well time flew and Race Week is here. I love race week. It’s a week full of nervous excitement. Am I nervous? Yes but it’s a good kind of nervous. I feel that I am as ready as I can be at this point so I am looking forward to getting out there and “playing”. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have been struggling to come up with my race expectations. I have a <b>strong</b> competitive side but I also am trying to be realistic so I don’t set myself up for a crushing let down. So my main plan is to go out there and have fun while at the same time attempting to push hard and see where I fall in the end. I will be ecstatic just to finish but I would love to do so in the 6 ½ hour range for my first 70.3. Regardless I am going to go out there with a smile and have fun. I believe it takes experience in order to come up with the best execution plan so I am going to pay close attention to how I feel so I can note where I need more work. Therefore, my dream finish time can be more achievable when I pick out 70.3 race #2. I look at this as a Win Win situation. Now to get out there have some fun and learn! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Taper week has been going rather smooth for me this go around. My first tri, back in May, I was a nervous wreck so I did not taper as well. I have more of the calm before the storm feeling now. Probably because I sort of know what to expect now more so then I did then. I do have a new personal rule I will share:</span></div><ul style="color: blue; font-family: inherit;"><li><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>No heavy lifting, esp. legs 1 1/2 weeks before the race.</i></b></span></li>
</ul><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">My old “rule” was the week of the race = no more lifting. Well going by this self made rule I lifted hard and heavy last week (non race week) and have been paying for it in my legs the last 5 days. So that being said I changed my rule and have learned my lesson. I took Tuesday off completely from all activities just to give my legs another free day to stop hurting. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have changed up my gear since my first tri. I have already introduced you to Koa <a href="http://thebluelinememoir.blogspot.com/2011/08/introducing.html">(Here)</a> my new ride.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgH-OMmHs0NA6M2X9OFxq6pJx_wCCYEPM3_N0QbL4b32k-Uk1cLn0Q-NTJ7ztMg0TgeraEjaxpXvpG5JSZ6V2JnDV2q6lFvfd_X89UXKg-tqa1scxjrP4qGkjQX8xz3lciRjT4_n2LkCg/s1600/Koa+Date.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgH-OMmHs0NA6M2X9OFxq6pJx_wCCYEPM3_N0QbL4b32k-Uk1cLn0Q-NTJ7ztMg0TgeraEjaxpXvpG5JSZ6V2JnDV2q6lFvfd_X89UXKg-tqa1scxjrP4qGkjQX8xz3lciRjT4_n2LkCg/s320/Koa+Date.jpg" width="243" /></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">We are getting along rather well. I am still adjusting to the aero position but it gets better / more comfortable with each ride. I have not been professionally fitted to my bike simply due to lack of time. It would have been much easier had there been a place here I could have taken it to have done. But I have been tweaking it the best I can and know how. I did a lot of reading on proper fitting and measurements were taken and the bike was adjusted and readjusted. My poor hubby would get home from work and I would be waiting in the garage with the tools so he could do his magic. Bit of background – Matt built bikes as a job when he was working on his bachelor’s degree. So he knows all about the parts and such of the bike not really about fitting someone to it but he has LOT’s of <strike>love for</strike> patients with me and my “that does not feel right” “that’s needs to be more this way”. Fun times.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">I got an interesting package in the mail last week. My dad knows a pro surfer who found out I was doing the Ironman August 70.3 and had his sponsors over at O’Neill send me a sweet wet suit. He promised it would “make me faster”. I thought that was rather awesome! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>In 4 days I will hopefully have figured out my Identity crisis <a href="http://thebluelinememoir.blogspot.com/2011/09/identity-crisis.html">(here)</a>. My race number is 2817 if you care to stalk me on race day just click <a href="http://ironman.com/events/ironman70.3/augusta70.3#axzz1Yb63ozjP">(Here).</a></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Good luck to anyone who is racing this weekend! Till next time Keep Smiling!</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvIov5eDz0vDSKPRq24ukyfyZ2vBQmkp4zB-2Q8Y5dhrnNd4Jje01CsvazYJXtPY6d5mhDlodCdIN5r2nA4ZOGOqWbvgjCVrYhQVVQbw7vc02Nml-rTjzRYJC-EvDIEs6hgBNR7JEbnSw/s1600/Brooks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvIov5eDz0vDSKPRq24ukyfyZ2vBQmkp4zB-2Q8Y5dhrnNd4Jje01CsvazYJXtPY6d5mhDlodCdIN5r2nA4ZOGOqWbvgjCVrYhQVVQbw7vc02Nml-rTjzRYJC-EvDIEs6hgBNR7JEbnSw/s320/Brooks.jpg" width="259" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have had the privilege to be nominated by two blogger buddies, <b>KC</b> from <a href="http://my140point6milejourney.blogspot.com/">140 Point 6 Miles of Awesome</a> and <b>JC</b> from <a href="http://fatslowtriathlete.blogspot.com/">The Fat Slow Triathlete</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here are the rules: </div><ol style="text-align: center;"><li>Blogger is nominated to take part </li>
<li>Blogger publishes his/her <b>7 links</b> on his/her blog – 1 link for each category </li>
<li>Blogger nominates<b> up to 5 more bloggers</b> to take part. </li>
<li>These bloggers publish their 7 links and nominate<b> another 5 more bloggers</b> </li>
<li>And so it goes on!</li>
</ol><div style="text-align: center;">This may be a bit stretched for me since I don't blog as much as I had anticipated. But I like to play along so here we go. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">one - most <u>beautiful </u>post : </span><br />
<div style="color: black;"><u> <a href="http://thebluelinememoir.blogspot.com/2011/09/identity-crisis.html"><i>Identity Crisis </i></a></u></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXk9vRFeTAdmNAUuA8Q4OK2g6P7ZGJ3koA-KfANHfSizdFC6UlgGezEgxZrmd_muEOB1MHfu16yjuib7SfDUXdgg-zgLRBEVXbcK7VXRt9t6ZQ-L6-RgkSR95eBUnR5nU7q8vh62zn6hs/s1600/identity-crisis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXk9vRFeTAdmNAUuA8Q4OK2g6P7ZGJ3koA-KfANHfSizdFC6UlgGezEgxZrmd_muEOB1MHfu16yjuib7SfDUXdgg-zgLRBEVXbcK7VXRt9t6ZQ-L6-RgkSR95eBUnR5nU7q8vh62zn6hs/s200/identity-crisis.jpg" width="158" /></a></div><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;">I had a hard time picking this category but I kept going back to this post. Probably because its where I am currently in my journey. I was not expecting to fall in love with this triathlon <span style="font-size: small;">sport</span> in such a profound way.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue;">two - most <u>popular</u> post : </span></span></span><br />
<i><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_385847413"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><u>The </u></span></span></span></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_385847413"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span></a><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;"><a href="http://thebluelinememoir.blogspot.com/2011/04/tri-suit-test-run-winning.html"><span style="color: black;"><u>Tri Suit test run - Winning</u></span></a></span></span></i><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">(Blogger ate my pictures and It is giving me some issues with trying to restore them so sorry for the big black ! box -dang you blogger)</span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwz6qiwtb08g3tXB99af1RTGym4ugWn4mYPlM5eCNm56jdZjljytPnP5-i46PCOsPjPgq6Am2AZfnTxrgnTO8BHWffpiW-GQVZSNE9KF_iS9gnbtOQ4fjFgsKh_LOSQUSMOLQCs4Rp1A0/s1600/phpThumb.php.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwz6qiwtb08g3tXB99af1RTGym4ugWn4mYPlM5eCNm56jdZjljytPnP5-i46PCOsPjPgq6Am2AZfnTxrgnTO8BHWffpiW-GQVZSNE9KF_iS9gnbtOQ4fjFgsKh_LOSQUSMOLQCs4Rp1A0/s200/phpThumb.php.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>This post was about my new Pearl Izumi Elite In-R-Cool Tri Suit and my review of its awesomeness. So I guess people like gear reviews or reading about my dog getting attacked by another dog..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">three - most <u>controversial</u> post :</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://thebluelinememoir.blogspot.com/2011/05/last-training-week-and-question.html"><u><i><span style="color: black;">Last training week and a question</span></i></u></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLk_rCsXj2BSsSCO2agO1AtFYgDKVd9IJCeYq7kRzKTwCzTPW-vg4BatxIZvTTN-h08iv5y77RjwW0dMt07hBnMINrbroHyaEtMdUlukKs9z5AzBpLlxmYCwUJxe6QF0sUDZeMT2kM7XA/s1600/Thankful%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLk_rCsXj2BSsSCO2agO1AtFYgDKVd9IJCeYq7kRzKTwCzTPW-vg4BatxIZvTTN-h08iv5y77RjwW0dMt07hBnMINrbroHyaEtMdUlukKs9z5AzBpLlxmYCwUJxe6QF0sUDZeMT2kM7XA/s200/Thankful%2521.jpg" width="103" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">This is the only post I have written that I have been sent some emails talking about having body issues. I found it rather funny since I don't personally have any issues with my body. I guess some just read it that way. </span><u><i><span style="color: black;"></span></i></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">four - most <u>helpful</u> post :</span><u><i><span style="color: black;"></span></i></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><a href="http://thebluelinememoir.blogspot.com/2011/04/swagger.html"><u><i>Swagger</i></u></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmj8-mSuMX-9kEzximvnccUtTMEh7zAQ4tOAi_sYTRtTKsgeusmh5MQ5T6HFhwukEsuIkV9Cvg9gp-9CPeiBJuA-502RLENcB-snj-dzaOPr_pYvRmTHmvljuArjF1_Ji4y27obyoCHus/s1600/Justice+In+Motion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="165" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmj8-mSuMX-9kEzximvnccUtTMEh7zAQ4tOAi_sYTRtTKsgeusmh5MQ5T6HFhwukEsuIkV9Cvg9gp-9CPeiBJuA-502RLENcB-snj-dzaOPr_pYvRmTHmvljuArjF1_Ji4y27obyoCHus/s200/Justice+In+Motion.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">This post is about the gear I used for my first tri. I am not sure it was helpful to anyone else but </span>it helped me remember what all I needed to take to my first tri event. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">five - a post <u>whose success surprised</u> me :</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://thebluelinememoir.blogspot.com/2011/04/official.html"><span style="color: black;"><i><u>Official</u></i></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">This was a very short post in which I made it public I was going to take a break from just running and attempt my first triathlon. It was this post that I realized I was embarking into a wonderful community of supporters aka triathletes. I was surprised by all the encouragement and the willingness to help from other experienced triathletes. <i><u> </u></i></span></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">six - a post that did not get the </span><u style="color: blue;">attention</u><span style="color: blue;"> it deserved :</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://thebluelinememoir.blogspot.com/2011/04/justice-in-motion.html"><i><u>Justice in Motion</u></i></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLlW4fIHmVUm1Cv2lF2Cji6nDI061zXNQdWpqxuDMiP1-smem1kORRnWpI6SHQby7h2HjuU1eNb2HWsf0J1pQVgMrtslE25TR2gn85cR3tiaDy6nJjuTfJ-lQSwEJh03pjjXQXp5t9sUA/s1600/Prevent_Child_Abuse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLlW4fIHmVUm1Cv2lF2Cji6nDI061zXNQdWpqxuDMiP1-smem1kORRnWpI6SHQby7h2HjuU1eNb2HWsf0J1pQVgMrtslE25TR2gn85cR3tiaDy6nJjuTfJ-lQSwEJh03pjjXQXp5t9sUA/s200/Prevent_Child_Abuse.jpg" width="136" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">A short post about a topic that is close to my heart. Its not something people like to think about or speak about but domestic violence affects 1.3 million people a year in which 85% of the victims are women. It just breaks my heart. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">seven - the post I am <u>most proud</u> of :</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;"><u><i>Lake Oconee Olympic Triathlon Race Report</i></u></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHdqG13OYuo58pXaVvXbU8vlmKxTWKt9QbBml2u3-rKT0u_eGlYOoHonqGtdbfjWNecbWR6wCTuFr9AEwGM59sMm55uDcLRne4Tqbi2DZ_Pa59QvK3yjwdkUBleF2JpkECgmhvHxLrQw/s1600/IMG_4143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHdqG13OYuo58pXaVvXbU8vlmKxTWKt9QbBml2u3-rKT0u_eGlYOoHonqGtdbfjWNecbWR6wCTuFr9AEwGM59sMm55uDcLRne4Tqbi2DZ_Pa59QvK3yjwdkUBleF2JpkECgmhvHxLrQw/s200/IMG_4143.JPG" width="200" /></a><span style="color: blue;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;">The post I wrote after my first triathlon. There is nothing like the feeling you get when you achieve something you never thought you could. This was the start of a new lifestyle and my second job. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Alright, well thank you for playing along now to nominate other bloggers:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">1.Donna G -<a href="http://donnalifestyle.blogspot.com/">Fitness and Training</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">2.<a href="http://steadypursuit.blogspot.com/"> Steady Pursuit</a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">3. Coach D - <a href="http://coachdion.blogspot.com/">Coach Dion</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">4. Mallory - <a href="http://mwrun6.blogspot.com/">Sit for your Job. Run for your Life</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">5. Colleen - <a href="http://cbkingery.blogspot.com/">Irondiva</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div> Summer Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13267849137209019826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986772265756062208.post-54893868661638981502011-09-09T17:29:00.000-07:002011-09-09T17:29:05.215-07:00Identity Crisis<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style>
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</style> <![endif]--> <div class="MsoNormal">I was presented with a moment today which made me realize I am suffering from an identity crisis. Stay with me I promise this is not about the adolescence to adulthood crisis we all were faced with. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I was at the local <span style="color: red;">YMCA</span> talking myself through my second swim for the week. Anyway, I had been there a while with the pool almost to myself which was rather nice for once. I noticed about halfway through my swim that a guy had started his laps in the lane next to mine. He got done with his laps a few moments before I was done with mine. I finished up my swim for the day and exited the pool. I saw the guy had sat down in the chair next to the one which contained all my stuff. As I am walking up he stands and says “excuse me, I hope you don’t mind me asking but are you a triathlete?” You know how time seems to slow down to a crawl and what really is 1-3 seconds seems like hours. Okay got the feeling? well that is what happened to me. I began to stutter – just an FYI I don’t normally stutter. So anyway here I am being faced with a simple non threatening question and I can’t seem to formulate an answer. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">That is when I realized I am in the middle of an identity crisis. The line between a runner transforming into a triathlete. At what point is it okay to consider yourself as a runner, swimmer, cyclist, triathlete? Is it a personal realization, do you need to successfully finish an event for the sport of choice, do you have to win an event, or do you simply have to just train in that sport or sports? When do you know? </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">For me I did not have to win anything to know and define myself as a runner. Running is just part of me. I can’t imagine my life without it. It’s that simple. I run because I love to run. Now that I have discovered triathlons I have fallen in love with the mental and physical demands the sport requires. I love everything this journey has taught me along the way not only about the sport but also about myself. Honestly, I can’t ever see myself going back to “just” running.<span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Yet there I was unable to say Yes to a simple question. For some reason I felt like I would be lying had I said yes. So my answer to him after what seemed like an eternity was “I’m trying to be, I have done one and am training for another which is this month.” I could see his eyes light up when he said “that is really cool, I have just started to train for my first sprint distance which I hope to do next season.” We carried on a short conversation about how he finds running the hardest part and I the swimming (which by the way he told me I looked super strong in the water –Yes this made my day!) about what type of bikes we had, and if I was part of a local tri group or self coached. His name is Jason and he wants to start swimming with me on Friday afternoons even though I kept telling him swimming was not my strong suit. I am thankful I met Jason and hopefully I will see him around again so I can watch him fall in love with the sport I have fallen in love with. <span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">As for considering or defining myself as a triathlete maybe my opinion will change after I cross the finish line on September 25, 2011. <span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">When did you know? <span> </span></div>Summer Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13267849137209019826noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986772265756062208.post-76745818934200476642011-09-05T02:18:00.000-07:002011-09-05T02:18:34.839-07:00Accountability and a Challenge.As you all know by now I’m new to this triathlon thing. I have one Olympic distance tri under my sneakers and am <b><u>21</u></b> days away from attempting tri #2 the Augusta 70.3 HIM. (Just saying 21 days away makes me nervous) In the matter of 8 months I have transformed from just a runner to a swimmer, cyclist, runner. Now please don’t misunderstand my term “transformed” I’m not a strong fast swimmer or cyclist but I am attempting to be.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">My weakness, by far, is the swimming. While I have the drive and desire to become better at swimming I have caught myself allowing excuses not to swim enter my world. I have an issue with excuses (I hit my wife/husband because, my child does not have clean clothing or food because, I only had 2 beers and drove because… I could go on and on but you get the point) I detest them. Excuses are just that excuses - the lack of taking responsibility for your own actions. Therefore a couple of weeks ago, when I realized I was allowing this plague into my training, I sent my blogger buddy <b>KC</b> over at <a href="http://my140point6milejourney.blogspot.com/" style="color: blue;">140 Point 6 Miles of Awesome</a> a text telling her I was going to swim that day so that I could be held accountable. She surprised me by telling me she had also been slacking in the swim department. Now if you have been following KC you will know she is an amazing triathlete and missing some swimming for her is not going to set her back. I swear that lady is a fish in the water, a power house on the bike, and a cheetah on the run! Anyway she came up with the idea that we hold each other accountable till our perspective races (me the HIM her the IMFL). We made a promise to swim 2 times a weak till our race date. Let me tell you it has done WONDERS for my swimming. I have yet to miss a swim since. There have been days where I just did not want to go but I know she is waiting on my text saying swim # 1 – 2 is done with. My fear of letting someone down is greater than my dislike of swimming so it works for me. I have generally been good at self motivation but for whatever reason I needed to be held accountable for my swimming and I am thankful she is willing to play along. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Speaking of playing along…. Drum roll…. Would you all like to play along with KC’s challenge??? </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">KC sent the ridiculously funny <b>Beth</b> over at <a href="http://discombobulatedrunning.blogspot.com/" style="color: blue;">Discom-BOB-ulated Running</a> and I an email last week asking if we were up for one of her challenges. Of course like any A-Type personality I said HELL yes probably before I even knew what I was doing. Yes I was that kid that if you said “double dog dare you” on the playground I would die doing the challenge. (I think she knows this) I digress… This challenge is not just for Beth and I you all can play along too if you wish!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The objective is to do the one activity you dread the most 5 times within a 7 day stretch. It has to be done in the same week. The challenge must be completed before 12/31/11. There are rules and perimeters for each of 4 different activities so don’t think you can just run 1 mile 5 days in a row… </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The rules based on the activity are:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><u>Running:</u></b> No less than a 5K (3.1 miles) for each run day. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><b>Biking: </b></u>No less than 12 miles for each day.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><b>Swimming:</b></u> No less than 1 mile each day</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><b>Weight training:</b></u> No less than 30 minutes per day</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Now if you’re asking what’s in it for you well its simple really… Self satisfaction that you not only just made yourself better at your “weakest” activity but you just conquered a full five days of something you dread. So are you in?????? Come play! </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I of course I will be doing my weakest most dreaded activity - Running</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Just Kidding me and the pool are going to be besties for five days! </div>Summer Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13267849137209019826noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986772265756062208.post-69847934448047879332011-08-13T11:37:00.000-07:002011-08-13T11:37:31.860-07:00Introducing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Blogger world I would like to introduce you all to the newest member of my family. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Insert Circle of Life song here. Yes I hate that I even thought of that reference. </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaOtECw9RaYU6jrF5CiqaafMk5r9o900YkJ1OqJiO25LTMsCD6K3e9NS4QULeYZAhrY2UsJ4NsmbuH_jqRNSTOeor8u7iN8IGHntalaue-9MtsTxMjuEHIEzBB-uDvLO_BXK0My5SwwPY/s1600/Koa1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was beginning to think he would never arrive. I had actually spent time looking for other bike options due to the shipping mishap. But I am glad I held out. From the moment I took him out of the box I knew he was where he was meant to be. Thus, it was time to find a name. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Interesting how things work out... Just this week as Matt and I were sitting on the beach in Coco Cay, Bahamas sipping on the island drink of the day and reading our separate books (me Lance Armstrongs newest The Making of the Worlds Greatest Champion. (very good read by the way) and Matt some business magazine full of facts and figures Blah). When I turned to him and simply said "I want to go to Hawaii one day" without even looking up from his reading he said "I know and we probably will but once will at least be for a vacation." "You know what for?" "Yup I know". That was the end of the conversation. I sat there for a while trying to figure out #1 how he knew, and #2 what I had just openly admitted I wanted to do (It may have been the island drink talking). Anyway, it was rather odd and I am still not sure where the goal came from but its out there. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As I pulled the bike from its box and sat it out to make sure everything was there I was struck by how detailed and vivid the color design was. The bike is different blues some of which contain a sparkle with white accents. There design seems to resemble waves of rip tides along the bike and the word Ironman is almost taunting you as it is written along the bike in three separate locations.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">As I was exchanging excited (I finally got my bike) e-mails with KC I mentioned I wanted to come up with a good name. She sent an e-mail back suggesting I go with a Hawaiian name. After reading her suggestion my mind immediately went back to the previous conversation I had with Matt several days earlier. It was perfect, seemingly meant to be. The bike itself screams Hawaii. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">So I searched for the perfect Hawaiian term that would be fitting for the bike... I slept on it and as soon as I got up this morning and looked at the bike again I knew exactly what his name should be...</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizD3jIkJkQxyWPb4LMlahksyFe3rXgPf9GaXOLhhS-mzfWgTeT6SSKQZ2tLctu-W9YXHxUF84ZM-yvOvf2R2QRBUfpnLRgWqu5W1yKU-QvFbEPAYsAbe0VIZzmmIzr-1UObm4vGkrFOKo/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizD3jIkJkQxyWPb4LMlahksyFe3rXgPf9GaXOLhhS-mzfWgTeT6SSKQZ2tLctu-W9YXHxUF84ZM-yvOvf2R2QRBUfpnLRgWqu5W1yKU-QvFbEPAYsAbe0VIZzmmIzr-1UObm4vGkrFOKo/s320/2.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Koa</b> [koh (w)ah] meaning <i>Brave, Bold, Fearless</i>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">All these things are things I am not when it comes to the bike. So I find it fitting his name is Koa so I can focus on his name and its meaning and gain these attributes and apply them in my ridding. </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal">So I was sent a question through an anonymous source asking if I wear running gear when I go to court. I am guessing it’s due to this Q &A that is going around blogger land as to why I have gotten randomly emailed questions. I have been MIA for a moment so I did not even know about the whole Q&A thing and deleted some questions my apologies. But since you wanted to know… <span><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgw9uyxI2-OVzfS8hobzoF9BAsmAHCVgHVnwXty7qVAFjHGLWowGhSmhmkNxgHFrFLICPzJFwdhKvTHu6WwWEm22yf8f6yL4ioRdkekv4Xr7nuKnWTicGZDsZ5DNYrtH_a8sGFqBYv7PQ/s1600/Busted.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgw9uyxI2-OVzfS8hobzoF9BAsmAHCVgHVnwXty7qVAFjHGLWowGhSmhmkNxgHFrFLICPzJFwdhKvTHu6WwWEm22yf8f6yL4ioRdkekv4Xr7nuKnWTicGZDsZ5DNYrtH_a8sGFqBYv7PQ/s400/Busted.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Of course I do! I think it's totally appropriate to wear my Nike Frees with the rest of my court room attire. No Really I do! </div>Summer Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13267849137209019826noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986772265756062208.post-21575257300919952432011-07-20T13:54:00.000-07:002011-07-20T13:54:49.049-07:00Cancel the BOLO.<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">I am currently in week 8 of my 70.3 training. I decided going with a two-a-day schedule would be my best option when it came to getting my training in and I have stuck with it. I can gladly say I have only had one week, last week, which I feel was almost a complete waste. I don’t know what my problem was but I was just not on my game and each time I tried to run I would literally get sick to my stomach so I did not accomplish much but I am happy to say I have found my game face again. Let’s see my overall miles thus far are: Swim: “about” 7 miles, Bike: 405.05, Run: 119.09 and 21 strength sessions. Still plenty of time left, right… </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">It’s been interesting trying to juggle family, work, vacation, and training all in. I will say I have learned a ton from this increased training lifestyle. Time management being one big lesson learned. I am currently working the morning shift which is from 6:30am – 3pm so I start my day at 4am on the bike and get almost an hour in before work then as soon as I get off work I head straight to the gym and depending on what is on my schedule swim/run/lift, all three, or a combination. I am usually home right after the hubby gets home have my recovery drink, shower, cook dinner, clean up, get the uniform and gym bag ready for the next day, then go to bed. I feel like an “old old old” (none of you are that old) person since I am now asleep by 9. It’s crazy but I am worn out. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Another thing I have learned, trying to fit training sessions in on a vacation regardless of time length is difficult. My family had their annual Christmas in July vacation over the 4<sup>th</sup> of July weekend and while I did get some good hill training in I still did not get as much done training wise as I would have had I been home under my normal routine.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">How could I when I was surrounded by these adorable little kids for 3 days????<span> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqchEe0kueUvm9seAZ6Qi7rBJVjwsGz7nWrD7MXDrJj65-0DkewuDeXOS_15SE9wLdVcvhBU1JDF3XWTV0PeWy17U-kvLhcXBrsvXTSDP43nezlGRtsDQ1N0egaQ27NrZivvcTNlFVmS8/s1600/Lil+One.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqchEe0kueUvm9seAZ6Qi7rBJVjwsGz7nWrD7MXDrJj65-0DkewuDeXOS_15SE9wLdVcvhBU1JDF3XWTV0PeWy17U-kvLhcXBrsvXTSDP43nezlGRtsDQ1N0egaQ27NrZivvcTNlFVmS8/s200/Lil+One.jpg" width="123" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixyB4IMnC26Kh5yXKR3EytgNxSG13L1M4oZGh6ATd-PofZvRYqIiFq7ltjyt9Pj1gse65MwZGgA9f0q3DtF-jfYIVbJrcoYrQch2xEn9GXyPKLdTQwttNWttypb-V1wXBbA6K4IouhGQg/s1600/My+brothers+girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixyB4IMnC26Kh5yXKR3EytgNxSG13L1M4oZGh6ATd-PofZvRYqIiFq7ltjyt9Pj1gse65MwZGgA9f0q3DtF-jfYIVbJrcoYrQch2xEn9GXyPKLdTQwttNWttypb-V1wXBbA6K4IouhGQg/s200/My+brothers+girls.jpg" width="132" /></a><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal">This brings me to a question… I will be leaving in two weeks for 7 days of straight chillin with my hubby on the high seas/Bahamas thus missing my week 11 of training. This worries me. I know there is a gym on the ship that has the wonderful dreamill and bikes but I’m afraid my husband would be really upset if I spent hours plugging away in a gym while on our vacation… Sigh, so what do you all think is going on vacation supposed to only be about vacation or is it reasonable to expect to still work in some quality workouts? How do you fit training into your vacations?? </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I do have some interesting news… I decided to purchase a new ride. After consulting with <a href="http://my140point6milejourney.blogspot.com/">KC</a> on cycling specifics I settled on a Cannondale Ironman 5000 Dura Ace Triathlon bike that I had located on Ebay.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"> I watched the bike for several days and decided to go after it since the price was what I thought to be a good deal. I placed my bet and won! Super excited. This was a week and 3 days ago now. I got home from work on Monday and saw a box on my front porch but when I opened it there was a set of Bontrager Aeolus 5.0 Carbon Tri tires (which are VERY nice) but not what I bought. I sent the seller an email and explained to him the mix up at which he responded to me by saying the bike store he took my bike and another persons wheelset to must have switched the orders thus giving me the tires and the other person my bike. He has yet to tell me what he is going to do to fix it. So I am still waiting on my bike. I am however, fairly sure someone who spent this much money on a wheelset already has a nice bike and will not opt to keep mine. I just wish they would send it back already and someone would tell me where to send the wheelset. I for one don’t feel right having someones item esp since they want their wheelset i'm sure as much as I want my bike. I sure hope this gets fixed this week.</div><div class="MsoNormal"> <span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span>Happy Training! </span><span> </span></div>Summer Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13267849137209019826noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986772265756062208.post-44860157641366567322011-06-07T17:20:00.000-07:002011-06-07T17:20:57.031-07:00Taking a leap<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I spent two full weeks going back and forth on what I felt I "needed" to do vs. what I felt I "wanted" to do. Thus, I finally came to the conclusion that I tend to over-think things and I should just go where I felt lead. So I signed up for the Augusta 1/2 Ironman that will take place on September 25, 2011. I know I am no where near being ready for such a beast of a race but I can't help the pull I feel of such a challenge. I honestly don't have a clue where to even start training for such an event. I know what I need to do running wise since I have trained for the 13.1 miles in solo form but 1. I'M NOT A SWIMMER and 2. While I have enjoyed learning the whole cycling thing I'm not very strong there yet.<br />
The finally push for me came to me in the cartoonist light bulb moment - you know the thoughts you get that just click right into place regardless of the countless hours you have spent searching for the correct answer. You see I have been helping a group, all middle aged gentlemen police officers, with their fitness desires. Some are wanting to be stronger, others just wanting to be healthy and feel better, and a few who just want to be able and run their first 5K (which a couple have done now =)). Anyway, I have written some lifting plans and I run with a group after work for as long as they want to run and at their pace. I have been doing this for about 8 months now. Anyway, I can remember at the beginning all the self doubts and fears they shared with me about starting a fitness plan. I did not always know the right thing to say but I would try and I know they look to me for support and motivation when it comes to their fitness. I don't know why I am not an expert at all in the area I just love anything to do with fitness and I guess that just tends to radiate off me at times. Anyway, it hit me.. Here I am telling these guys that sometimes we have to step outside our comfort zone in order to achieve something we want to achieve and yet I was struggling with the exact same thing I am preaching to them about. So there I was thinking how can I attempt to help them overcome their fears of training, distance, pace, whatever if I can't first say I have overcome my own. Just seems to be slightly hypocritical of me to do. So there you have it sometimes those light bulb moments are for the best. Ironman 70.3 Augusta I'm coming for you! <br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">I feel lost without a race on my calendar literally just miserably lost. I need that goal to work towards. It’s odd since my workouts don’t suffer any it’s just my overall mental attitude. I don’t get mean or anything like that just somewhat dejected. I think a lot of this has to do with my career choice. I know I use training as my medication or my escape from the day to day <strike>ignorance</strike> iniquitous people I am surrounded with. I am okay with this fact because if you think of all the other ways one can de-stress I would say this has to be close to the healthiest. It gives me something to look forward to each day (other than my hubby) and keeps me focused. <span> </span>Therefore, I have been searching for races during my free time in order to find something to work towards. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Seconds after completing my first Tri I wanted to do it again. Addicting is not even a strong enough word for the pull I felt in the direction of this new creature. So I started looking for another Tri. I want to do another Olympic distance and get my time down but I also feel like taking it to the next level and attempting a 70.3. I may be a bit insane. I’m not sure I am capable of a 70.3 (the 70 miles will be okay but that .3 may kill me). I noticed the Augusta, Ga ½ Ironman is still open for September 25 2011. I just don’t know if I have enough time to get to where I would want to be. I have 17 weeks from this week but really it would be more like 16 weeks because I am taking Mathew to the Bahamas for a week for his MBA graduation gift in August. I know I will not do much while gone other than a little running. So I don’t think I should factor that week in. I turned in the request to have the weekend off of the ½ ironman but am still waiting on it to get approved from work. I don’t know what is taking them so long to approve it but it has given me time to flip/flop in my head my ability to complete such a distance. I just don’t know. Where do I start??? I have started getting up at 4am and riding my bike on the trainer for an hour before getting ready for work and I love the energy that provides me. I hit the gym on my way home and run and lift. I have yet to make it to the pool but it’s on schedule. I just don’t know I would hate to take on something I am not fully prepared for. All I know for sure is I need to find a race soon. <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></div>Summer Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13267849137209019826noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986772265756062208.post-143563008012262862011-05-24T09:30:00.000-07:002011-05-26T06:53:08.262-07:00Lake Oconee Olympic Triathlon Race Report.After a few days of mentally absorbing this race I have finally found some time to sit down and write out my race report. I had gone over to the race start on Friday May 20th in order to pick up my race packet. While I was there the crew was setting everything up so I stood around for a little while and tried to make mental notes on where everything was so that when I arrived the next morning I would not be walking around looking lost. I went down to the water where they were setting up the big yellow inflatable marker. I stood there for a while being mesmerized by how far out the marker seemed. I remember thinking to myself over and over "I have to swim that far twice there is no way". I have said it before and I will say it again I am not a swimmer by any stretch of the imagination. I have gotten better but I am far from being consistently good. Anyway, when I realized I was mentally panicking I turned around and walked away. I found out the transition area opened up at 5am in order for those participating to set up their gear. So I left and attempted to push the swim portion as far from my mind as possible. I went back to the house and had a grill out with my family and some friends that have driven in. I cooked the meal Jason from <a href="http://cooktraineatrace.com/athletes-plate-may-19-2011/">Cook, Train, Eat, Race</a> sent me, The Blue Line Runner Risotto, which was a HIT I must say. I hung out and talked with everyone before going to bed around 9:30.<br />
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Like most people the pre-race excitement had me tossing and turning all night. I got up before my alarm went off at 4:30 and showered, dressed, and headed downstairs to have my cup of coffee and some chow. I think I was only able to drink 1/2 the cup and eat one piece of toast with peanut butter, <span data-jsid="text">agave nectar, and a banana. I was just to nervous to eat anything else. My husband, Mathew, had come downstairs by this time and asked me if I was ready. I don't think I even answered him just shrugged my shoulders and walked to the truck to make sure my transition bag and bike were there.</span><br />
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<span data-jsid="text">I had gotten my wetsuit almost all off before getting to my bike but I had to sit down and pull the rest of it off. I had to almost crawl under my bike to get my bike shoes because they had gotten hit, moved, or something by #22. I doubt he meant to we were just that close. My family was standing there talking with me about the swim as I was putting my shoes on. That helped calm me down a little. I told them I would see them in a few and started to head out. Well me and my brilliance ran all the way to the run exit until I realized my family was yelling at me that I was going the wrong way. Yep, remember when I said I was right by the bike exit well I screwed that one up. I went to the opposite end had to turn around and go back to the other end. Sigh, I could not help but laugh at this mistake! Live and learn.</span><br />
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<span data-jsid="text">I ran into the transition area and attempted to lift my bike into place. My bike is very light but for some reason at this point it felt like it weighed 50 pounds. I started laughing because I had to use both arms to pick it up and place it on the bar. Maybe I was delusional I don't know. I had noticed that the sun was out in full it had to be near 90 at this point because it was HOT out. I grabbed my race belt, garmin, running hat, and switched into my running shoes. Mathew and my mom where there cheering me on. I took off once again.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span data-jsid="text">I am very thankful for the bricks I had done during my training because that feeling of running right after a ride is insane. It took me a moment to get into my stride as soon as I found it I instantly knew the run was not going to go as I had planed. I had not gotten a mile into the run before my left thigh went into fits of cramps. I had to stop mid stride and try to stretch it out. A guy, Kevin (The fast bike guy), came up and stopped to check on me. I told him I was okay just had a cramp and for him to keep going. He told me that if it was okay by me he would walk with me for a little while because he was not feeling so well after drinking so much lake water =). I started walking and after about 200 feet I felt like I could start running again so we started running. I was doing fine for a little while, Kevin dropped out wishing me luck, till my thigh began cramping again. So for the rest of the run part I had to do a run walk ratio depending on when I had a cramp. I was passing people and I almost cried each time I had to stop and walk out another fit of cramps. I can't recall a race in which I have ever waked. Running is my thing and I was counting on that to finish the race strong. Of all the races I have done this was by far the most difficult hill race ever. I would find it extremely challenging just as a 10K alone. I got to the 5 mile marker and told myself I was not going to stop anymore for any reason until I crossed the finish line. I saw another runner a little bit in front of me and I set my sights on their back and took off. As I rounded the corner and the finish line came into view my dad, also a runner and wonderful supporter, was there telling me I was almost done he ran right beside me making sure not to touch me. I was in intense pain my left thigh was in knots and I had acquired a new cramp on the back of my right thigh. I know my stride had to look funny.. My dad, family, people I don't know went wild yelling at me to keep going. So that is what I did I kept going till I crossed the line. </span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">This week was set to be my taper week. I am not the best at tapering and I have found it’s even harder for me when the taper week falls after such a low almost no performance week. I was able to make it to Greensboro, Ga on Tuesday afternoon and have spent the past 4 days training in the hills and checking out the bike and run race routes. I have learned a few things since having arrived.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6iri2REZxZM/TdbZjXJfw-I/AAAAAAAAEbU/q-aoEYivUeA/s1600/Wetsuit.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6iri2REZxZM/TdbZjXJfw-I/AAAAAAAAEbU/q-aoEYivUeA/s320/Wetsuit.JPG" width="240" /></a>First, expect the unexpected. I did not even remotely think I would need a wetsuit by this time of year esp. in Georgia. However, when I got in the water I realized it was freezing. The temps have been in the upper 90s but there has been a cold front that moved in around the end of last week and has stayed. Anyway I got in the water and I rather quickly removed myself. This was on Wednesday. So I did what anyone would do in my situation, <strike>panic</strike>, I sought out some advice from an expert in the field, KC of <a href="http://my140point6milejourney.blogspot.com/">140 Point 6 Miles of Awesome</a>. I don’t know what I would have done without her help. Within an hour she had sent me to the Xterra website and told me her recommendation, the <a href="http://www.xterrawetsuits.com/products/womens/wetsuits/vortex-3-fullsuit/">Vortex 3 full sleeve</a>, along with finding a coupon allowing me to get the wetsuit at ½ the price. It does not get better than that! Today has been the first day it has been warm and by warm its back in the 80’s and the weather people are saying lower 90s for race day. Depending on what the temp of the water is tonight I may not even get to wear the suit. But I dang sure have one now if the water temps don’t reach 78.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Second, Valdosta, Ga is FLAT. I had done some training on hills around there but let me say the hills there are the flat part here. I drove the bike and run course and I could not believe I was about to attempt anything other than driving a car on such hills. But it is what it is and I am not going to let it hinder my attempt.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Third, there are some amazingly supportive and inspiring people that will go out of their way to help a “stranger”. Sure I help people but it’s my job, I get paid to do it. What I truly find inspiring are those that do it just out of the kindness of their heart. Since having joined blogger I have been very fortunate to have “met” some of these people. I feel as if I have been accepted into a community of others that share a common interest and are not out to say “Hey, look at me I’m better than you” but more like “Hey, how can I help you get to where you want to be”. I find so much inspiration from these people and if you’re reading this you more than likely are one of the people I am referring too. Kc, as I have mentioned before, has been one of the most inspiring, motivating, helpful people I think I have ever met. Another blogger, Jason, who writes the blog <a href="http://cooktraineatrace.com/category/athletes-plate/">Cook, Train, Eat, Race</a>, go check out his site he was kind enough to produce this <a href="http://cooktraineatrace.com/athletes-plate-may-19-2011/">menu</a> for me yesterday. Amazing!!! There are so many more to mention. For each of you that have sent me motivation Thank you it has kept me focused and consistent in my effort at reaching my goals. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Hopefully, tomorrow I will have finished something I have dreamed about doing for some time now. If I’m last I don’t think I will ever care because I will have finished. With that said next time I sign on I hope to have EARNED a new title. </div>Summer Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13267849137209019826noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986772265756062208.post-57851790652458641512011-05-09T13:53:00.000-07:002011-05-09T14:01:21.495-07:00Last Training week and a Question<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>This week represents the home stretch for my very first Tri. I will start my taper week next Monday since my race is just 12 days away. I have the advantage of getting to spend the 4 days before the race at my Aunts house which is about 3 miles away from where the event will be held. A mini Vacation and plenty of time to drive, ride, or run the course =) Yay for the home team advantage. I know that I have worked very hard to get to where I am today in my training and I hope it shows during the race. I am trying not to focus so much on the time since this will be my first race and I just want to have fun and enjoy the fruit of all this labor. The swimming portion is still going to be my biggest challenge but I am beginning to get the hang of it! I sucked it up and asked a buddy of mine, who happens to be a swim coach, to swim with me one day last week. He pointed out that I was working twice as hard as I should be because I was not relaxing my body esp my arms. So he went over a few drills and off I went. I am happy to say today I swam 1300 meters and my arms were not tired! I have to constantly remind myself to relax and the motion just clicks into place. Had the pool not have closed I would have swam all day and normally I am glad my swim is over. So that's where I'm at now. Just getting in a few more workouts and waiting till May 21st with anticipation and the eagerness of a child on Christmas eve. I can't wait. I'm ready! I would also like to say thanks to all of you that have dropped me a line of encouragement and advice! Your support has helped me greatly on my journey! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> I was not as large as they made me out to be. I think its just because I do have a little definition.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I have been involved in several fights since becoming a LE and I know for a fact if I had not been strength training things would not have turned out the way they did. I have walked away from each fight with no broken bones just very minor injuries and the same goes for the other party. For example: about 3 months ago I was involved in a fight with a highly intoxicated soldier who had just gotten back from Afghanistan. I was alone on what should have been a simple quick please turn your music down call but the soldier, having only been back in the states for 2 days, was still in war mode. In his intoxicated state of mind he decided I was the enemy. I am fortunate that I have been blessed with the gut feeling that something was about to go terribly wrong and I keyed up my shoulder mic to ask for help seconds before he took me to the ground and we began literally fighting for our lives. I had long hair which I wore in a ponytail that he got a-hold of and used as a means to control my head I have since then cut off ALL my hair. Somehow I was able to get control of his arms and place him in cuffs then used my body weight to lay on him till my backup arrived. This is why I lift for days/nights like this. The comments tend to sting but I try to talk myself through the negative banter and focus on what keeps me alive. (Please don't misunderstand why I am writing about this. I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me or to thank me for what I do or even think I am bragging. I just want to make it clear the motive behind my <strike>madness</strike> fitness) <br />
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Then I started training for this Triathlon. I still weight train just not as much and with lighter weight. Therefore, I have slimmed down and now I can't seem to go a day without someone telling me I'm too small or asking me if I have an eating disorder. I have been told I am addicted and obsessed with working out. That I had a problem and should consider seeing a professional. Its a constant joke to others, at my expense, on how small I am. I am still 5'8 and currently 120 pounds. From the outside looking in I guess I do look very small but I know for a fact that I am healthy. Heaven knows I don't have an eating disorder. It seems that there is no middle ground. I know I should just disregard these comments but I its hard sometimes to not let the words of others take up residence in your mind.<br />
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</tbody></table>Anyway I am just very curious how others deal with this type of treatment. For now I am just constantly reminding myself no one knows me better than me and I don't care what I look like to anyone other than my wonderful husband who supports my fitness "obsession". <br />
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Hope everyone has a good training week! <br />
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Think Strong, Be Strong, Finish Strong!Summer Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13267849137209019826noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986772265756062208.post-49736213842882171272011-04-28T06:43:00.000-07:002011-04-28T06:43:41.207-07:00The Tri Suit Test Run - Winning!I finally got the chance to take my new Tri suit for a test run. As mentioned before I purchased the Pearl Izumi Elite In-R-Cool Tri Suit for my first Tri (which is only 24 days away) with the thinking I would probably send it back since the thought of wearing a one-piece is not on my list of <strike>stylish</strike> "cool" things to do. <br />
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So needless to say I waited a couple of days before I got up the nerve to try it on. I was a little worried about how it was going to fit because at 5'8 I find it hard sometimes to find shirts that will cover my tummy area since my torso is rather long. And lets be honest who wants to run a race with the uncomfortable <strike>camel toe /lady wedgie</strike> wedgie I hate to be so blunt about it but seriously I would imagine this should be taken into consideration esp since its a one-piece. So with this in mind I put on the suit.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I could not get over how small I looked in this suit.</td></tr>
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Let me be the first to point out I know NOTHING about how the suit should feel or what to look for in a good suit. I just know I like anything that that is comfortable and does a good job of keeping me cool and drys fast. The first thing I noticed was how well the suit fit. I mean it was perfect. It is like putting on a new layer of skin. Its so light I kept looking down to make sure I had something on.<br />
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I got on my bike and did a nice 18 miles with no pain. The padding is hardly noticeable by looking at the suit but does the job on the bike! The legs did not pull up at all while on the ride but I have found all my Perl Izumi shorts stay in place.<br />
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I then took of for what was going to be a 6 mile run but it was cut in 1/2 because my running partner (my lab Blue) was attacked and bitten by a dog. I continued to look down to make sure I had something on. This suit is so light and form fitting you can't even tell your covered. Needless to say I did not have any issues with the suit rubbing or giving me a wedgie! Since the run part was done in temps near 85 I took the shoulder straps down for the last mile and just ran with the sports bra that is provided with the suit. Even with the straps down I did not feel them flapping in the wind like you would expect from a <strike>good </strike>pair of overalls. <br />
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</tbody></table>The suit is very good at drying fast and keeping you cool. Therefore I give this suit an A+ and I will be keeping it for my race - not that I could have sent it back after my sweat session. Money well spent!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AldgttMMsiY/Tblt9wooHNI/AAAAAAAAEak/OCAa1rnB4Gw/s1600/front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AldgttMMsiY/Tblt9wooHNI/AAAAAAAAEak/OCAa1rnB4Gw/s320/front.jpg" width="209" /></a></div>Summer Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13267849137209019826noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986772265756062208.post-27833927651266673592011-04-08T07:25:00.000-07:002011-04-08T07:25:54.818-07:00Swagger<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style>
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</style> <![endif]--><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">I’m a runner and have been for as long as I can remember. The only gear I have ever needed was a good pair of <strike>high top</strike> running shoes! <span></span></div><span></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-z_-BNN9ug/TZ8H59hkASI/AAAAAAAAEYI/tLXLiRk9Nbw/s1600/Running+in+the+St+Paddy+race.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-z_-BNN9ug/TZ8H59hkASI/AAAAAAAAEYI/tLXLiRk9Nbw/s320/Running+in+the+St+Paddy+race.JPG" width="208" /> </a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Okay, I was little and did not know any better. I am currently running in a pair of Brooks Adrenaline GTS10. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c37e-MbZRdw/TZ8H_G-jHWI/AAAAAAAAEYM/AYfX0_R05Yw/s1600/Womens-BROOKS-Adrenaline-GTS-10-Adrenaline-GTS-10-Chamby-MidnightFog-White-Silver-W1200641B-416.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="142" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c37e-MbZRdw/TZ8H_G-jHWI/AAAAAAAAEYM/AYfX0_R05Yw/s200/Womens-BROOKS-Adrenaline-GTS-10-Adrenaline-GTS-10-Chamby-MidnightFog-White-Silver-W1200641B-416.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-utdEJhbGSHg/TZ8I2qdGBSI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/wsNFfOS1nvQ/s1600/Justice+In+Motion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="264" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-utdEJhbGSHg/TZ8I2qdGBSI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/wsNFfOS1nvQ/s320/Justice+In+Motion.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">See Proof no more High-top running shoes for me. These Brooks are the first pair of running shoes I have ever owned that were not Nike. I like them but I am ready to go back to the<a href="http://nikerunning.nike.com/nikeos/p/nikeplus/en_US/commerce/women?hf=10001%5E12001&t=Women%27s%20Running%20Shoes#/?ll=en_US&ct=US&pid=362637&cid=102201&pgid=301221&p=PDP"> Nike Free Running Shoes</a>. Yes, I am a minimalist runner I will admit I have a pair or Vibram KSO 5-fingers that I will do short runs in when I feel that my form needs some work. Admitting this makes me feel like I just jumped on the barefoot running bandwagon that is going around the running world but will eventually fade out... Sigh. Anyway, moving along. I have learned along my journey into the world of a triathlete more gear is required. Therefore, I have been trying to figure out what all I need before race day. This is where I need the help of you triathletes! I am sure I'm missing something I just don't know what that something is... Here is what I have thus far.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Books: Not a requirement but I love to read and I also like to know everything I can about what I'm getting myself into. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Triathletes-Training-Bible-Joe-Friel/dp/1934030198/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1302269479&sr=1-1">The Triathletes Training Bible</a> and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Your-First-Triathlon-Joe-Friel/dp/1931382859/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1302269505&sr=1-1">Your First Triathlon</a> both by Joe Friel. I just got these two in the mail yesterday so I have not even looked at them yet. I used <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Training-Plans-Multisport-Athletes-Essential/dp/1931382921/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1302269430&sr=1-1">Training Plans for Multisport Athletes</a> by Gale Bernhardt to help tweak my training schedule. And <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Born-Run-Superathletes-Greatest-Vintage/dp/0307279189/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1302269402&sr=8-1">Born to Run</a> is what I read when I am forced to ride my bike on the trainer <span style="font-size: x-small;">( yes the book about the barefoot running people/tribe)</span>. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Swim:</b></i> I have a pair of<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Speedo-Vanquisher-Mirrored-Goggle-Silver/dp/B001GFLSIQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1302269894&sr=8-1"> Speedo Vanquisher 2.0 </a>swim goggles and a speedo swim cap. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Bike: </b></i>I have a very basic Gavin, what they call a Tri bike, but really its just a road bike with aero bars. I bought this bike as a trial bike. I want to make sure this is something I truly wish to get into before I spend the money on a nice "true" Tri bike. So far I have not had any issues with the bike. Thankfully!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tumj6nLU4gc/TZ8PdVeGC6I/AAAAAAAAEYg/eryCtEzD3CM/s1600/nuovo_tri_main.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="201" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tumj6nLU4gc/TZ8PdVeGC6I/AAAAAAAAEYg/eryCtEzD3CM/s320/nuovo_tri_main.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of course I have two water bottles, helmet, gloves, glasses, and I have a spare tire and flat tire fixer tool (Complements of my wonderful husband!) Not that I know how to fix or replace a bike tire. Mathew is supposed to be giving me a class on that before the race. Oh, I also have a Fuel bag on the bike to carry my Gu Chomps.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Run:</b></i> My non-high-top running shoes =). I was told by a lady at a local 5K last weekend I would need to get a race number belt. I was a little worried about this because I don't like to wear anything, other than my IPod, on me when I run. But I understand where it would save time in the transition area. Less time trying to pin my number on my shirt. So I went to Amazon and got a<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Speedo-Vanquisher-Mirrored-Goggle-Silver/dp/B001GFLSIQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1302269894&sr=8-1"> FuelBelt </a>Gel ready number holder. I need to run with it a few times before the race to make sure it does not end up like my "quagmire" water bottle run. She also suggested I invest in some quick laces for my shoes so I got some of those as well. I need to save as much time as possible -so I don't come in last =). I always wear my <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Garmin-Forerunner-Receiver-Heart-Monitor/dp/B000CSWCQA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1302270900&sr=8-1">Garmin Forerunner 305</a> so I will have that along with my <a href="http://www.roadid.com/Common/default.aspx">RoadId.</a> Side note: I strongly believe <b>everyone</b> should have some form of road Id, this is coming from my work experience responding to calls for a vehicle vs pedestrian/cyclist. Ugh, the thoughts and images just make me cringe. Please people some form of ID helps us expedite medical attention and contact your family. Okay off the soapbox. Other than my running hat and Oakley's I normally wear that is about it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then it hit me WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR.... Okay so I am a girl and once I figured out I needed to wear something that I can do all three events in I panicked. My running shorts and t-shirts are not going to cut it for this type of race. So I did what I do and I got online and starting looking for an outfit. I don't have a clue if its better to get a "tri suit" one piece or go with a two piece suit... So I did what any newbie would do I figured I would order one and see how it felt on then if I don't like it I would send it back and get the other kind. Ha! So I searched for an outfit that I liked and of course was somewhat cute, if you can call a one piece cute... I decided to get the Tri suit first and try it. Now I am not a fan, not even a little, of a one piece anything. But I figured I would at least give it a try. Here is what I got:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span></span><span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V0kg1wtxX8o/TZ8Yec2y4yI/AAAAAAAAEYk/6fNz8Me-sb0/s1600/phpThumb.php.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V0kg1wtxX8o/TZ8Yec2y4yI/AAAAAAAAEYk/6fNz8Me-sb0/s320/phpThumb.php.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://shop.pearlizumi.com/product.php?mode=view&pc_id=116&product_id=1645198&outlet=">The Pearl Izumi Elite In-R-Cool Tri Suit. </a>I got it in the mail yesterday and tried it on. This thing fits like a glove I LOVE it! Seriously, I never thought I would like it at all but it feels great. I don't think it will be restricting at all. So there it is I guess I will be doing my first race in my new black and green tri suit. I still may get the two piece version of this one since I like the way it looks but I guess I should make sure this is for me first ... right =)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Am I missing anything???? </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>I would like to take a moment and share with you a FREE, yes you heard me right, a FREE super cool customization that you can add to your blog. <span> </span>Dion Lynk from <a href="http://www.faviconfixer.blogspot.com/">Favicon Fixer</a> <span></span>is on a mission to give all us bloggers a Favicon. If you will look at the top of my page where the tabs are you will see the nice big orange/white B is no longer there and in its place is a blue silhouette runner with elements from my blog background. All you have to do is add him as a blogger buddy and send him your blog addy and your email address and he will have you a Favicon in 24 hours or less. Check him out and Thanks Dion Lynk for my cool new addition! </i></div>Summer Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13267849137209019826noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986772265756062208.post-88104795501773541032011-04-03T14:16:00.000-07:002011-04-03T14:16:45.010-07:00Official<i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Its Official, I registered for my first Triathlon today </span><a href="http://www.11global.com/ELEVEN%20Lake%20Oconee/" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">11global Lake Oconee</a><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">. I knew I was going to </span><strike style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">attempt</strike><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> do it but now that I have paid for it it seems a bit more real. I'm SUPER nervous. Did I bite off more than I can chew??? What in the world was I thinking doing an Olympic distance for my first Tri rather than a Sprint Distance?? Ugh, I have this feeling that I will come in last place after everyone has already gone home. I guess that will be okay since I just want to see if I can do it. Its not like I'm looking to break any records but I am so competitive that my</span><strike style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> little</strike></i><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> ego would be crushed. Maybe this is how everyone feels before they embark on such an event. How was your first Tri? </span></i> </span>Summer Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13267849137209019826noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986772265756062208.post-60388142149186100192011-04-01T08:06:00.000-07:002011-04-01T08:06:21.200-07:00Justice In Motion<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><img src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/video_object.png" style="background-color: #b2b2b2; " class="BLOGGER-object-element tr_noresize tr_placeholder" id="ieooui" data-original-id="ieooui" /> <style>
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<div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BjCBfeWbcuc/TZXpdRE0dSI/AAAAAAAAEWo/Yd8NwDjIclI/s1600/Prevent_Child_Abuse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BjCBfeWbcuc/TZXpdRE0dSI/AAAAAAAAEWo/Yd8NwDjIclI/s320/Prevent_Child_Abuse.jpg" width="216" /></a>I have mentioned before that I love to run in local 5ks that are for a good cause. Well tomorrow morning I will be running in the Justice in Motion 5K here in Valdosta. This race holds a close place in my heart because it’s put on by the local women’s rape crisis center - The Haven. The race is a kick off for Sexual Assault Awareness Month. Therefore, I have decided to run the race not for me so no 1<sup>st</sup> place finishes, no PR’s, no competition should be expected. I will run the race for the faces I often times find haunting my dreams. The faces of the women, children, and men I have come in contact with due to some form of verbal, physical, or sexual abuse. I have decided that I will focus on one name, face, and story for every minute I run. I will give thanks that they, the victim, had the courage to call for help. And I will give thanks that I was able to provide some form or relief if even for just a moment. So if you see a tear as I am running down the street it’s not that running is painful it’s the images and stories of evil that reside in my memory that bring with them a sadness that is unavoidable. </div>Summer Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13267849137209019826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986772265756062208.post-88384778695551584222011-03-28T06:50:00.000-07:002011-03-28T06:50:19.839-07:00Training weeks 1-3<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><img src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/video_object.png" style="background-color: #b2b2b2; " class="BLOGGER-object-element tr_noresize tr_placeholder" id="ieooui" data-original-id="ieooui" /> <style>
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</style> <![endif]--> <div class="MsoNormal">I have realized I am not the best at blogging. Finding the time to actually sit down and write about my training is hard to find. I had a run on this mornings agenda but its raining outside soooo here I am sitting at my computer looking out the window wishing the rain would stop so I could go for a run. At least I can update my blog!! </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Today is the first day of my first Tri training week #4 (of 12). It makes me a bit nervous how fast theses weeks are going by. I keep reminding myself I will do fine I still have time to push harder. A fast recap of the last 3 weeks I guess is due.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Week one and two I was introduced to the art of swimming formal laps and I failed miserably. The pool just makes me feel so out of place. I know “how” to swim but I have not done formal swimming in years upon years. I have two swimming sessions planed out per training week and thus far I have left the pool feeling weak and defeated. Ugh I hate that feeling. On the bright side my blogger buddy KC sent me a copy of a blog she had done when she first began her swimming and was going through similar feelings. This helped to lift my spirits and I find myself eager to get back into the water and try the things she used to help her.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">I was able to take part in the Gate River 15K during week 2. I was very happy I was allowed time off work to take part in this race. The first time I ever ran more than a 5K was in the Gate River 15K in 2010 so this was my second year in the event that sparked my desire to run for distance. In 2010 I ran the race in 1:55 and this year I got it in 1:26. So needless to say I was very excited at my progress! A new 15K PR that I can’t wait to break in 2012 =) <span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k-dejo1MxNg/TZCQ2QVlt-I/AAAAAAAAEWA/h7Ti3PD1M9Q/s1600/Sall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k-dejo1MxNg/TZCQ2QVlt-I/AAAAAAAAEWA/h7Ti3PD1M9Q/s320/Sall.jpg" width="250" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(me and my wonderful supportive husband) </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Week three was just not a good week at all. I missed both swimming sessions due to work related issues. I did however get to do more running, cycling, and even a brick day.<span> </span>I did another bike ride during this week with my Hubby. It was one put on in Dublin, Ga for St.Pats day. A 25 mile ride, though the county. Let me tell you it was ROUGH! Nothing but up and down hills, large nasty hills. I know I needed the extra hill work but it felt like the longest 25 miles ever! It was just one of those weeks where everything was hit or miss.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4i0FfWiGxr0/TZCRFO7s2oI/AAAAAAAAEWE/63QmwL5Ootc/s1600/3-20-11+034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4i0FfWiGxr0/TZCRFO7s2oI/AAAAAAAAEWE/63QmwL5Ootc/s320/3-20-11+034.JPG" width="320" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Yes I am giving my husband a Fist Bump because I think I'm cool =)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span> </div><div class="MsoNormal">Since last week was so disappointing in the amount of training I actually got to do I plan on making sure this week goes smoother. It does not help much that it is raining outside today, I have to be out of town one day, and I have court one day. Sigh I will MAKE it happen! <span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I will try try try to do better about updating everyone as the date gets closer and closer. I do have a “special” race I am doing this Saturday and I plan on doing a write up on it because it has a special meaning to me.. Stay tuned. Happy training! </div>Summer Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13267849137209019826noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986772265756062208.post-14466770433129576072011-03-07T12:43:00.000-08:002011-03-07T12:43:05.546-08:00A new Plan and The Azalea Century Bike Ride - 28 Miles of road.<a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3EFUiLeke-Q/TXU5CClk9-I/AAAAAAAAEVA/z-IJVthSAOQ/s1600/Together.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3EFUiLeke-Q/TXU5CClk9-I/AAAAAAAAEVA/z-IJVthSAOQ/s200/Together.jpg" width="143" /></a>I'm a Runner. However, I am always looking for new ways to challenge myself. SOOOOO I have been following the training plans of two fellow bloggers, <a href="http://my140point6milejourney.blogspot.com/">KC</a> and <a href="http://heidileeaustin.blogspot.com/">Heidi</a>, and let me tell you these two women ROCK when it comes to endurance! (I hope you two don't mind me calling you out) But seriously just reading what all they do wears me out and I'm not even doing it. They are BOTH triathletes and reading their training journey has inspired me. So here we go about a month ago I sold my motorcycle aka, my baby, and bought myself a beginners tri bike in the hopes of completing my first Olympic distance Tri on May 21 2011. I decided to buy a brand new lower end bike, <a href="http://www.gavinbikes.com/triathlon/">Gavin Tri Bike</a>, rather than pay a ton for a used higher end bike just till I figure out if this is for me. The only form of exercise my husband actually enjoys is cycling so I was also happy that getting a bike would allow us to exercise some together. He was planning on doing the Azalea Century Bike Ride on March 5th so I figured I could also attempt my first 28 mile ride for the same event with him. I had about a month to get acquainted with riding. Most of my rides were done on a trainer in my garage due to weather and when I say most I mean all my rides other then one which Matt and I rode 21 miles the Sunday morning a week before the organized ride. I learned then that I am having some issues learning the clip in shoe to peddle thing and have a nasty blue and purple bruise on my lower left leg to prove it...not that big a deal but I could not wear my backup weapon to work for a week. Good thing is I did not need it anyway =)<br />
<a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-j11d6LqrOyg/TXU4xqW6RjI/AAAAAAAAEU4/76MmRdtb5Zs/s1600/1and2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-j11d6LqrOyg/TXU4xqW6RjI/AAAAAAAAEU4/76MmRdtb5Zs/s320/1and2.jpg" width="152" /></a>Saturday March 5th started off cold and windy and did not get much better. The ride started at 8am sharp and I was freezing but once we got started I did not even notice it was cold out. It was not what I would call a flat course at all the hills just about killed me towards the end. However, I learned that riding in such extreme winds, just like running, sucks! We did the full 28 miles side by side in 1 hour and 43 mins. I don't know if this is a good time or not since cycling is new to me but I will say it was a challenge on my body and just completing it felt great! Funny thing is when we went to pick up our swagger bag, pre ride, Matt took out his race number and had this <strike>evil</strike> large grin on his face so I took mine out and realized he was #1 and I had #2. We spent a large part of the ride teasing each other on this, what I like to call unacceptable mistake, random number selection. ( I think he paid the race director to do this on purpose). Regardless of our numbers the ride was beautiful and I am glad I got to ride next to my best friend and wonderful husband!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-39DCLrHdegs/TXU47f33f8I/AAAAAAAAEU8/a2R0zDVuQxE/s1600/Summer+Matt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-39DCLrHdegs/TXU47f33f8I/AAAAAAAAEU8/a2R0zDVuQxE/s320/Summer+Matt.jpg" width="265" /></a></div>March 7th 2011 marks the first day, of a 12 week self made schedule, of triathlon training. Before I could start my training I had to go to the YMCA and make sure my membership went through since I paid for it online through my insurance company. I packed up all my gear and drove to the Y about 8 am a bit nervous about today's swimming session. Don't get me wrong I know how to swim but I have not done any formal swimming since I was about 8 (20 years ago). I was hoping the proper form and technique would still be a resident in my brain somewhere. Anyway, there was some issue with the Y not knowing what they needed to do since the plan I had signed up for was new. So needless to say the pool closed while I was waiting on the staff to figure out what forms I needed to fill out and such. But being an officer I have learned to Improvise, Adapt, and Overcome in most situations. So I drove back home and started cleaning up my house till 11 then drove back to the Y in order to get in the pool at 11:30. The staff had contacted my insurance company during this time and had figured out all the forms I needed to fill out for them so that is now taken care of THANKFULLY! Time for my first swim. The plan was to <strike>not drink all the pool water and drown</strike> swim 10x50 meters (20 laps) with a 10 second break between each 50 meters. I had decided on using the freestyle stroke prior to my arrival since I felt like it would be the most efficient. I swam the first 50meters (down and back) and felt like I was out of shape. My arms felt like 50 pound weights and rotating them was more difficult than I had thought. So I had my second Improvise, Adapt, and Overcome for the morning. I decided I would do the Freestyle stoke down and then do the Breaststroke back. That seemed to be a little better. I have a long way to go in terms of swimming and the plan I made has me in the pool twice a week which I may end up increasing if I feel the need. But day one is done. Here is what the rest of my week looks like in terms of training. Stay tuned I'm sure there will be plenty of lessons learned on my part. Today's lesson don't underestimate the swimming portion. Oh and any advice you want to give me is welcomed! Till next time Happy Training. <br />
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Monday: Swim; 10x50 Meters (20 laps)Done<br />
Tuesday: Run; 4-6 miles<br />
Wednesday: Weights, Bike 45 mins<br />
Thursday: Weights, BRICK Bike 30mins - Run 5K<br />
Friday: Swim: 4x100 Meters (16 laps) short rest then 6x50 Meters (12 laps)<br />
Saturday: Gate River 15K (9.3 miles) in Jacksonville FL !!! <br />
Sunday: Day offSummer Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13267849137209019826noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986772265756062208.post-17908453587053201772011-03-07T11:06:00.000-08:002011-03-07T11:06:53.298-08:00Sweetheart 5k<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-i6bZEQWt39o/TXUpcHTjHXI/AAAAAAAAEUw/YcGFJqa806M/s1600/Swag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="251" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-i6bZEQWt39o/TXUpcHTjHXI/AAAAAAAAEUw/YcGFJqa806M/s320/Swag.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IUEuFrWVis4/TXUpIrV3teI/AAAAAAAAEUs/OJ06w2P2tXs/s1600/Med.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IUEuFrWVis4/TXUpIrV3teI/AAAAAAAAEUs/OJ06w2P2tXs/s200/Med.jpg" width="106" /></a>I am so sorry for my posting delay. Here is a quick recap of the St. Johns Sweetheart 5K that was held on February 12th 2011 in Valdosta, Ga. I had taken 1st place the weekend before in the Pine Grove Run for your life 5K so I went into this one with the hope of busting my PR of 25:54. Mission accomplished I ran this 5K in 24:19. A new PR with the added benefit of getting 2nd in my age group. The course was mostly flat with very few hills. It was COLD outside which I can't stand but I think it helped me with my time. There is not much to say about this race it was just one of your normal area weekend 5Ks, lots of fun! The plan was to run the following two Saturday area 5Ks but I was unable due to a very sore right Calf muscle so I decided to take some time off of running and focus on cycling since I had a 28 mile bike ride on March 5th. Stay tuned I want to set a new PR on my next 5k =)Summer Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13267849137209019826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986772265756062208.post-25522074990353404972011-02-09T13:13:00.000-08:002011-02-09T13:13:51.707-08:00Run for your Life 5K<div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q2BxRmkmcQY/TVL3BdeVf_I/AAAAAAAAEQw/Da7RQ7j_EvU/s1600/Run+for+your+life+Logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q2BxRmkmcQY/TVL3BdeVf_I/AAAAAAAAEQw/Da7RQ7j_EvU/s200/Run+for+your+life+Logo.jpg" width="200" /></a>The first Saturday in February marked the first of four 5K's in the Valdosta area. I love this time of year when the races are starting to take up each of my Saturday mornings. Honestly, I really don't mind at all as a matter of fact I live the rest of my week waiting on the next race. I enjoy these "fun runs" because many of them have a good charitable reason behind them. Take for example The Run for your Life 5K. The race was run in honor of Elizabeth Pitts a local child who lost her battle to cancer in July 2010. A portion of the money collected was donated to the Hugs of Hope Foundation which was founded by the Pitts family. The foundation supports families facing pediatric cancer by providing educational resources, emotional support, sibling/school support, and financial assistance for other families who find themselves in a similar situation. </div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q2BxRmkmcQY/TVL8cAWI-8I/AAAAAAAAEQ4/Gux-dMgCr-0/s1600/Back+of+RFYL+tee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="294" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q2BxRmkmcQY/TVL8cAWI-8I/AAAAAAAAEQ4/Gux-dMgCr-0/s320/Back+of+RFYL+tee.jpg" width="320" /></a>I look at the run as a privilege, an opportunity of giving back in a way. Elizabeth's mother spoke to the runners, over 100, before the race and I was taken back at how focused she was on providing aid to other family's that have or are facing the same thing her family went though. I don't have children but I can't imagine what it would be like to loose one to anything at such a young age. She talked about how no matter what Elizabeth always had a smile on her face. I thought of this many times during my run. I don't know what it was about that particular statement but It was my focus for the whole 5k.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The race was held at the elementary school where Elizabeth attended. I did not know it till I got there but the course was mostly on dirt/mud. There was very little pavement running which is what I train on so it was a little different for me. It was cold and raining but just a few moments before the race stated it stopped raining and the sun starting to peak out from under the clouds. I tossed Matt my running jacket just in time and I am glad I did because by the end I was a puddle of sweat. I had even pealed my fleece lined arm warmers down to my wrist. I made one change in this race that I must admit I was slightly nervous about. When the race director started calling out "expected" finish times to line up I chose to get into the front which I NEVER do. I am not even sure what I was thinking but I took the steps and found myself up in the front. Well I must say it turned out better for me than I could have anticipated. The "slight" competitive edge came out in me and I mostly kept up with those that were in the front of the line with me. Like I said before I went to the run for the simple fact that I enjoy running and I enjoy running even more for a good cause but I ended up with a shock. I came in first for my age group 25-29 with a time of 25:56. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q2BxRmkmcQY/TVL9GByfkuI/AAAAAAAAERA/SOoCzAiBG4w/s1600/LongT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q2BxRmkmcQY/TVL9GByfkuI/AAAAAAAAERA/SOoCzAiBG4w/s320/LongT.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>I came in 17th overall and there were over 100 runners. That in itself made me happy. I did not go expecting to win or even come close but I will admit it felt good to hear my name called out during the awards ceremony. I felt like I was back in High School all over again. I remember looking at Matt and saying " I just got 1st in my age?". He laughed at my state of shock. I was just not expecting it. Anyway I won a $65.00 gift certificate for a local salon and spa for highlights. Which works out well since I just had my hair cut off. A great race for a great reason with the added benefit of winning. Till next Saturday - Happy Running.Summer Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13267849137209019826noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986772265756062208.post-69594211047741557942011-01-18T09:24:00.000-08:002011-01-18T09:24:49.644-08:00My Quagmire Run<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style>
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