Sunday, July 27, 2014
First a "cheater" photo... I took this one last weekend at the open water swim. But since the swim leg is in the same lake, figured this gives you a pretty good idea of what we're faced with, although not QUITE the same, once all the TRI course has been set up.
My kid sis ALICIA363 was there and provided the photography support for the story, and her daughter came along, enticed by the offer of Starbucks coffee. You'll see her in a bit.
So... first, the true confessions. Every triathlon I've ever done has at least one "OMG I forgot..." in it. This one was no different. This year, I did NOT do the swim socks. I had not done them up in Wisconsin for the Oly tri, and didn't miss them, so I figured I'd skip them today. Note to self: if you are not doing swim socks, remember to pack the flip-flops for the transition area before the swim and the walk to the beach. I was barefoot and mincing my steps a bit.
That said, no cramps in the calf today. It behaved itself. While I look like I'm solo in this water exit shot... there were others behind me. The Garmin timed the swim at 18 minutes and something. It was clearly shorter than last weekend's open water event (which is what makes the open water swim such a great warm up event for the CSG tri). I felt I swam well, kept a good sight line, and as I said before, I'm getting better at this part with the practice in actual open water situations I've been putting in.
Transition to the bike was good. I took my time, made SURE I got my sunglasses on FIRST (Wisconsin Dells OMG gaffe). I made sure I got my SPI belt with my racing number on, and facing rear for the bike leg (CSG 2013 OMG gaffe). I made sure I got my camelback water pack on as well (CSG 2012 OMG gaffe). I made sure to put the biking gloves on before I left transition (CSG 2012 OMG gaffe #2). I also made sure to apply sun screen since I was not wearing an over-shirt this year, and wanted the back of my neck and my shoulders in particular to be protected now that I was out of the water.
It was a great way to start the bike leg... only... forgot to hit the button to start timing it. Yikes. Today's OMG gaffe #2.
Decided that biking was more important than getting the best Garmin time reading, and after all, I was clipped in to those pedals and did not want to risk crashing the bike. Didn't get the watch timer started until I was probably a mile into the bike leg, all the way at the top of the 70th street upgrade to Pioneers Blvd. THEN I felt OK taking my right hand off the handle bar long enough to punch the button on the Garmin on my left wrist.
And at that point, the bike leg became PURE JOY. Seriously, take a gander at this smile:
Sophia (my new endurance road bike) and I were PASSING people. She is one sweet ride of a bike, and when we got home Brenda Star Trek (my fitness hybrid) told her sister she was proud of her. Speaking of Sophia, in transition and after the race, got several envious admiring compliments of "nice bike"... of course there were other bikes even fancier, but for me... I love this one!
Transition to the run was also quite deliberate. Off with the helmet, on with the hat, off with the camelback, on with the fuel belt with the water bottles on the back. Shift the Spi belt racing bib to face front. Off with the bike shoes, on with the running shoes. Give Sophia a "nice job" pat and head out to run.
I felt strong, I felt fit, I was running easy. Dropped to walk at two water stations, but was soon back up on the toes. When I got to the back side of the lake, where those two 22 year old gals had passed me two years ago? I was passing a 24 year old gal.
One of the truths of triathlon, if any of you decide to take up the sport, according to a senior athlete I met in another event: it's a very humbling sport. You will be passed by someone older than you. You will be passed by someone fatter than you. It happens. It is one of the things I LOVE about the sport... besides of course everyone encouraging one another.
When I got back to the point where I could see the finish line? I found I had afterburners left, and I sprinted the last tenth of a mile. I'm not quite to that sprint point in this photo, but I can see the line, I'm about to start.
And yes, age groups being what they are, I brought home a gold medal. But even better... there was a woman 10 years my senior who won HER age group the same way. I want to be doing this in ten years, too.
This is my niece, ALICIA363's daughter in the medal shot with Sophia and me. Ace didn't manage to get into any of the photos, since she was behind the camera, but she's a wonderful supporter!
LIFE is good. It's better when I'm fit. It is at its best when it can be shared with kindred spirits on their own journey, when the journey paths touch. Creatively, consciously, and consistently making choices that support an active and healthy life, I am GRATEFUL for every single day.
Saturday, July 26, 2014
This shot doesn't show the young man who threw the ball, but it got the hoop, now installed, and the ball post-shot. Hot and humid out there. Boomer decided to take himself for a walk without us, silly pooch.
Meanwhile, Tamriel took exception to being introduced to grandma:
Tamriel has some similarities to the little kitty that didn't make it. He came in to the Humane Society as a lost, sole kitten, without litter mates or mama. He's a cutie, that's for sure, and growing like a weed. Fully armed, like my Prisoner, he's probably going to be allowed to keep his claws, per my son.
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Today is reserved for "chores". Started by taking the car in for its oil change.
Since then I've been trying to get my "stuff" organized for tomorrow's triathlon, while doing yard things in spurts. The main yard thing today is pulling hoses to water the grass. I'm also trimming back some of the brush that has come back strong after I had those volunteers "removed". The strategy of hiring the tree service come spray them with something to prevent re-growth seems not to have worked. I haven't seen any reduction in regrowth. Looks about the same as every year. Nor have I received a bill... so I was out with my handy dandy snippers, cutting it back myself.
In about an hour, I'll be heading over to my son's house. He found a bargain price on line for a basketball hoop he can set up in his back yard. And he needs an extra body to hold on to or lean against something while he fills the base with water. Enter mom. And he needs to borrow a couple of extra wrenches for final adjustments. So, mom-son bonding time on the day before my next race.
Funny with sis having been in the hospital, it kind of knocked the wind out of the priority sails for the tri. Not that this one was my big target of the year, but the event probably deserves more respect than I have been giving it. (Part of that second-guessing I've been doing this week.)
Anyway, that's out it from here for now... not a whole lot of excitement. But...
LIFE is good. It's better when I'm fit. It is at its best when kindred spirits touch one another as their journeys loop nearby. Consistently, consciously and creatively making choices to support a healthy and active lifestyle, I remain GRATEFUL for each, and every day.
Friday, July 25, 2014
Over-peopled as I was, I decided to take a half day vacation yesterday. I delegated an afternoon meeting to a team member who is more suited for the topic of the meeting anyway... and came home to do a couple of loads of laundry and chill.
The second guessing of training has truly been going on all week, as I have NOT been working out, other that walking and massaging the calf that had cramped on me last Saturday in the Open Water Swim. Got the pre-race e-mail about next Sunday's event later in the day... and of course, the second guessing came full to the front.
voice complains about what I eat, how I train, whether I should be tapering this much, etc. I'm kind of used to it by now. I have come to accept that the second guessing is ALSO a part of the process. The nerves are a part of the process. And it will all become worth it when I cross the finish line. If I didn't like it, why would I do this to myself?
I also ended up succumbing to overeating last night... over 3000 calories on the day. This also seems to be part of my process. And as long as I pull in my horns and don't let it get away from me today or tomorrow, this should be OK, too. Carb loading? Maybe? Sleep aid? Maybe. Dunno, but definitely a reaction to the over-peopling and pre-race anxiety.
Funny thing, I have heard the NOW (never overweight) people talk about their days of eating extra... seems the POW (previously overweight) like me are not the only ones who eat in response to stress / anxiety. Is the difference just in how we react AFTER the fact? Perhaps.
Anyway, the scale reflects that extra eating this morning, and I'm OK with that. Still under the goal weight. Mentally strong for today and tomorrow, then coiled spring on Sunday, right? Of course right, Yenta!
LIFE is good. It's better when I am fit. It is at its best when kindred spirits have journeys that touch along the way. Creatively, consciously, and consistently (remember, not perfectly) making choices to support the goals, I remain GRATEFUL for each and every day!
Thursday, July 24, 2014
I probably blogged about it when I got the Withings Healthmate scale back last September, I think it was, when my old less fancy scale finally gave up the ghost.
This one interacts with web sites, synchs with Sparkpeople.com automatically, etc. You can set up profiles for family members, height, gender, activity levels, etc., and it uses this to calculate body fat percentages using the electrical resistance method. My old scale did similar things, but it didn't upload to a website or blue-tooth to a tablet or phone to do settings.
One of the "features" of this scale (and I'm sure there are others out there that do similar things) is that when you step on it, and it finds your weight, it decides who you are among the profiles you have set up. So SPINNINGJW, who has a profile on my set up, and myself, are automatically detected as being us, and our statistics credited to us on the website.
Y'all heard in earlier blogs that Jen was visiting different days this week, due to family stuff going on. This time, which is different, she had her young adult daughter with her.
This morning when I went in to do my once daily weigh-in, I noticed the scale was in a slightly different position than usual. This would be expected if for example, someone unfamiliar with the layout of that bathroom stubbed their toe on it, or shuffled it around for easier access to shower or cupboards or whatever. No problem, I just start adjusting it back... step on. Not sure I like what it says... adjust the position of the scale a bit, weigh again... whoa, that's different by over a pound... not sure I like WHERE it is sitting on the floor patter, adjust it again, weigh again. I figure I can delete the extra entries on the website (another feature), and keep the one I like (i.e. I think is most likely accurate/consistent given position of scale matching where it usually is).
Cool beans, I see the number I'm going to pick, and go to the smart phone app to delete the spurious entries... and...
I find this anomaly: an entry about ten pounds off, attributed to me. At a time I did not weigh in. I scratched my head a bit, deleted it, along with the other two I wasn't going to keep... then in a few minutes (call it fuzzy morning brain)... I realized what it was! My niece must have used the scale... and it decided she was close enough to my numbers to attribute it to ME. Being untrained for the scale itself, she didn't know to tell it that it picked the wrong profile, or even to hang around long enough to get her body fat measurement (wonder what it would have done with THAT, given it thought she was me?)
Doesn't take a lot to amuse me. The number? It was ten pounds LESS than I had weighed in at that day... she's just a slip of a gal, very small boned. I would have been gravely concerned if I really weighed that... I was already trying to gain a couple back. Fortunately for me, today, it looks like I'm moving in the right direction.
LIFE is good. It's so much better when I'm fit. It is at its best when shared with kindred spirits as our paths in life touch. Consistently, consciously, and creatively making choices to support the long-term aims of a healthy lifestyle, I remain GRATEFUL for each and every day.
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