Wednesday, July 30, 2008
It was somewhat of an impromptu race; RJ, Grant and I scoped out the course just hours before the event. It seemed to be measured to the official distance, the transition areas were sufficient, the weather couldn't be better. We talked through the logistics and returned home, knowing we would be back to conquer this course that afternoon.
This multisport race actually consisted of many segments, but only two events: the run and the "transition." Lucky for me, one of my best events is transition, and if you're ever on Athlinks, look for my green boxes. These transitions, however, required some skill that I hadn't practiced in, well, years. But I was ready to suck it up and do the best I could.
The time came for the race to begin. We loaded up our supplies in RJ's car and headed the mile and a half over to the track. First we set up the transition area to provide us with the best flow possible, then came the warm up. There was some stretching of the running muscles, some pullups to warm up the curling muscles, and some pre-race photos taken for later entertainment (coming soon). The starting line was drawn and the race banner scratched in the dirt. The clock was set up and we took our spots by the starting line. Tabs were pulled and a toast to the old days of chunder was made just before our official timer counted down to "GO!"
I threw my head back and chugged like I did when I was a young 22. The Miller Light went down smoothly for a few seconds, until Grant admired my impressive skills and commented, "Joy, you have a problem!" A snort of laughter interrupted me and I had to stop for a gulp of air. RJ was off on his first lap! I finished those last few ounces amid incredible belches (these beers are not flat), and followed him out, about 50 yards back. At the first corner I turned around briefly to see Grant following closely, and he was gaining on me. I held my pace and kept him behind me going into T2. By that time the Spinnenwebers had arrived to provide support and more documentation in the form of photos and video. The cheering helped as I lost some time to RJ on the second beer. That guy has been stealth training his chugging! Grant came into T2 while I was still drinking and reminded me of a horrendous gastric event from the night before (not my own), in his attempt to sabotage my chug. It did cost me a gag, but haha, not enough to make me lose my ground on him.
RJ was increasing the gap on me and I had nothing to lose coming into T3. I popped the can open and downed that ML like a man dying of thirst in the desert and took off for another lap. I maintained my distance behind him this time, concerning myself more with closing in on him than keeping Grant at bay (sorry Grant). The last beer went down easily and I was almost within striking distance of first place. The Tornado glanced over his shoulder at his first opportunity, and I knew he was worried. Again, 100 yards later, he couldn't help but check again. I knew he was hurting, and I was gaining on him, running as fast as I do in a track workout. But alas, he was a middle distance runner in college, a sprinter compared to me, and I knew if I got too close, he would pull out the fast twitch fibers and turn on the jets. I rounded the last corner too far back to challenge, but in just the right spot to make him nervous for next year. Grant was still on beer 4 when I came across the finish line, so he was my official timer before he ran a solo lap to round out the podium. The race results aren't finalized until 5 minutes after crossing the line. A chunder results in a DQ, and I'm happy to say we were all official finishers.
I think I recorded a new PR in the Inaugural Lake Toxaway Chunder Mile. I was only 11 seconds back from RJ, second place overall. Success all around.
One mile run + 48 oz of beer = 9:23. Of this I am proud.
Monday, July 28, 2008
"Based on your skinfold measurements, your body fat makes up approximately 28.178585887780969% of your body weight. You have approximately 36.632161654115265 pounds of body fat."
Approximately. Like +/- 3%.
Monday, July 21, 2008
I'd like to thank all my supporters for making the 2008 Mightymite a success for me. First, thank you, BlueSeventy, for making the speedsuit that saved me 10 seconds in the swim and took me 30 seconds to get off. Thanks to the buoy guys, who didn’t make the swim any longer than they did. Alyson, thanks for not hitting me back in the swim after I smacked you directly in the butt. Thank you, Forest City, for putting the community college (T2) uphill from town (the finish line). I'd like to thank the burger cookers for the delicious post race meal, and Fred, the newspaper reporter, for not making a face when I shook his hand with sweat pouring off me. Thanks to my team for helping me ride, in team TT fashion, the bike course faster during cooldown than I rode during the race. And lastly, thanks to whomever invented ice for helping my core temp get down below 104.
Now most importantly, I'd like to congratulate Laura, Barb, Gayle, Charlie, Brian, Tim, Mason, Matt, Gary, Brandon, and Elroy on their Ironman finishes in Lake Placid yesterday. Way to go you guys!! They are my heros for toughing out the 14 hour downpour that tried to drown them during the race. I think I was more excited for them than I will be for myself racing in <15 weeks (gak!).
Damie brought her laptop to Otherlands where we camped out for about 4 hours watching the streaming video of the live finishes (while Damie successfully studied). We got to see Charlie come in looking like he'd love nothing more than a nap; Tim crash into the arms of the finish line volunteers; Matt look like he wasn't quite sure where he was; and Mason smiling like he wanted to keep going. Then they kicked us out of Otherlands. Here is Damie and the finish line, immediately post-Charlie:
Great job you guys! I'm so proud of you! I'll be expecting race reports soon.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Edit: I just read Laura's much more eloquent post about the same topic. :)
Monday, July 7, 2008
What fascinates me most on these rides are the group dynamics. You've got people there for the socialization, some for the competition, some have something to prove, some roll their eyes at those silly people on TT bikes; most are probably there for the fun of having a different group to ride with. And the SAGs (side note: I hope to attend the Big Dam Bridge 100 in Little Rock again this year, solely for the cookie stop at 25 and 75 miles-- homemade cookies of all varieties-- in quantities larger than you could ever dream of). I was entertained through the first 37 miles (to the SAG) watching the guys rotate in their paceline in front of me. Sorry to anyone who got stuck behind me and wanted to take a pull. I say no thanks!
Starting back up again after a short break always hurts, but I was managing fine until suddenly, at mile 47, 2:07 into the ride, the lead peleton pulled ahead. I stood to dance on my pedals (how I wish Phil Liggett was narrating my ride), ok, not really, but I tried to pick it up to get back onto the tail end, when another 4 or 5 riders perfectly timed their drop off the back. Thankfully I had someone with me. They actually pulled us back up to the group within another couple minutes. Saved... this time. Just 10 miles later, so close to the end, it happened again. It seemed that I was actually going backward down the hill as I watched them get further and further away. But come on, who can climb every stinkin hill at 23, coast at 27, and cruise on the flats at 30? Ok, those guys can, but not me! Oh but wait! More riders than just myself were OTB again, and being the gentlemen that they were, they pulled me all the way home, to 64.05 miles, 2 hours and 49 minutes (carry the 5, divide by 6... yup, that means we averaged 24.2 for the last 17 miles. No wonder!!). Now if I can just average that in a half Ironman where there are no stop signs and traffic lights, and, oh yeah, no drafting, I'll be happy.
That afternoon Damie and I rehydrated and anti-oxidized ourselves with some delicious strawberry puree, which just happened to be contained within our pitcher of margaritas. They didn't last long:
Cheers to the beginning of our Ironman training!
The training continued on Sunday when we had a great run despite margarita-induced lethargy. We went early in the morning to beat the baking sun, and to my surprise, there were LOTS of people already out there when I arrived at the Farms at 7 a.m. We finished with me looking like I'd jumped in Patriot Lake, minus the duck poop, and Damie cool as a cucumber, barely breaking a sweat. (Not that she's not acclimated to the heat [see post below]-- it just doesn't bother some people like it bothers me. I'm jealous.) On my list of fun things to do will be taking a scale with me next time I have a long run and weighing myself before and after. They say I'm 60% water, just how much of that can I lose (without dying, of course)? To be continued.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
I do all this exercise, hours upon hours each week, and the simplest things make me sore. Yes, Mom, my back will hurt if I rake leaves for a couple hours. I know Megan understands from taking a little time off from horsebackriding -- oh those adductors! There IS something to the concept of specificity. I think the cure is more wakeboarding.