DC Adventure

I ran a bit when I lived in DC and trained for the Vancouver marathon. That was before I broke my foot walking to work one morning. Before I switched to the half. When I did train with the Wellness Community we ran on a path near Georgetown. This weekend, back in dc to visit friends, I went for a run with Caryn up Connecticut Avenue and through Rock Creek Park. I moved to DC the year Chandra Levy disappeared. The thought of her running in the park and never returning, put enough fear in me that I never thought of stepping in the park alone - let alone for a run. With Caryn, who sort of knew her way, I was ok with the idea and excited for our early morning Saturday run. C is training for the DC Marine Corps Marathon. Running with her was great, we are just about at the same pace. I loved running through the park and if I still lived in DC I would now run there regularly. It was gorgeous and a nice change of pace from the loop of Central Park. The best part was seeing 5 deer! We ran for an hour and ended up shooting out of the park near where the Legg Mason tournament is held- too far away! We actually had to hop in a taxi to head back down 16th street to Dupont! It was a great run, great company and I love that I can run in any city I happen to find myself in.

The Way To Cycle City

Sunday morning I woke up stiff and sore from Saturday's class at CP. I took some tylenol and hopped on my bike to meet EW and AA at Riverside Park for a ride. We headed up Riverside Drive. The ride to the George Washington Bridge was pretty, I forget how nice things are above 23rd street- such a downtown snob, i know. We made our way through the maze of streets to arrive at the bridge, the massive bridge. I've always wanted to cross the bridge by bike but being that I have a newly acquired fear of heights I'm not sure why I had such a desire. Needless to say the bridge is long and high and huge and scary with a very narrow bike path. The views, however are worth it- I loved seeing the city from a different perspective. I'm thankful I had just purchased a new Canon. It fit perfectly in the back of my jersey.




I really had no idea how much of a cyclists haven the bridge that leads you to New Jersey is. there were bikers every which way. A few adults with young kids--crazy! But mainly cycling teams. I saw all of the team jerseys I recognize from the park and the various races I've been to. The ride was relaxing and fun. We were just a short distance outside of the city but it felt like a different country. Who knew Jersey could be so nice and could smell so good? The roads are perfect for riding- plenty of hills and long stretches of open road. Its nice to do something other than ride Central Park. All of the other cyclists were friendly- some came beside us and chatted for awhile as we biked. Its a great community feeling.



After we came back into the city we had a great lunch at the lower Boat Basin then rushed home to change and head out to the Beer Garden. Yes, I went to Queens and I want to go back soon (gasp!). The beer garden was totally worth the subway ride. The Brats were mighty tasty! YUM!



All in all we biked a total of 37 miles- there and back. While I wanted to go to Nyack, we decided to save it for another trip. My body couldn't be more thankful! I had a hard time walking the long halls of the office today at work. I had a great day riding and I know there is a lot of improvement to be made. I can get faster and more confident on my bike. I'd like to get aero bars put on soon.

CORRECTION: Danny placed 1st in his age group at the Insbrook Sprint, not second as previously reported. Congrats, Oh Great One, Congrats!

Life, Post-Tri

I miss training for the Tri. I miss the group training sessions. I miss the people. I miss the coaches. I miss pushing myself harder than I ever had before. So, I'm not stopping. The tri crew and I are signing up for more. There's a sprint in Montauk in October and a few more races in September some or all of us will do. Tomorrow I'm riding with the tri girls out to Nyack- a ride I've been hoping to do for awhile now. Wednesday I met the gang for a 4.5 mile run in the park... based on how I ran, you wouldn't have thought I did a tri two weeks earlier! Needless to say if I don't keep up with the running I know my endurance will vanish. So i'm running and swimming and biking and pushing myself (not as hard but still) to keep going.

I'm experimenting with different classes at the gym that I was too wary to try earlier- went to an intense, crazy, weight/cardio/painful class lead by a US Army Master Trainer- I don't really know what that is but Gerald kicked my ass! He teased me throughout the hour and I broke a sweat within the first five minutes. For the first time, I was the most fit woman in the class and it felt good.

Afterwards I treated myself to a much needed pedicure- something I had been avoiding because of the awful looking and sometimes painful black toe on my left foot. I didn't want to risk getting an infection before the tri. But today I went and a sweet woman named Debbie made my worn out feet look purrrty. She gave me an extra 10 minute reflexology massage to work out the strained muscle in my calf and she told me I work out too much. Me? Me? Puhlease! I just laughed and sat back to enjoy her fingers digging into the pressure points along my ankles.

Since I'm not training the way I was, I have more time for all of those other things that were put on the back burner for a few months. This includes going out more, stepping back into my social life, spending more time at work and finally finishing my darn thesis. Did I mention how much I miss training?!

Congrats to Danny who placed second (5th overall) in his age group at the Insbrook Sprint this morning. Whoohooo!! What a Tri Rock Star!

Triathlon Jellyfish Update

After the triathlon i knew the memories from the race would stay with me for a long time to come. I never thought that my jellyfish stings would too! I woke up this morning with a crazy rash/reaction from exactly where the jellyfish got me on my left arm and right elbow. Some quick internet research explained that this is a common experience. The reaction can last 5-30 days after the initial bite! OUCH. Anyone have suggestions on how to treat my arm?

The Tri- Part 2...THE FINISH LINE!

We arrived to transition when it was still dark and set up our areas. I laid out my bike and running shoes on my little towel. I put out my extra water bottles- one to wash my feet after the run and one to carry with me for the start of the run that i could toss. We grabbed out wetsuits and headed to the swim start. Along the way we were body marked and received chips that would record our splits and our overall time. We slid into wetsuits and lined up for the start by 6:00. I waved goodbye to my mom and LW and I headed out onto the dock with all the other pink swim caps.






The SWIM: We were instructed to get into the water and we grabbed hold of a rope. There were so many of us holding on that the rope started to go down. I felt like I was holding on for my life- i knew if i let go, I'd be washed away with the current. I heard people on land start to scream and cheer- i looked at LW and asked if that was the gun- she laughed and screamed Go and I did and so did everyone else. Bodies were all around me. Girls swam over me and elbowed me. I was kicked and grabbed. I fought for a bit then just let a few get ahead of me-- what's a couple of seconds? My swim was smooth and I spotted regularly until i felt the first sting on my left arm. Then another. What was that? I stopped to stare at my arms. I realized I was far from the finish. THe crowd was cheering on the side. I put my head back into the water, raised my right hand and felt the sting- a rake across my arm. JELLYFISH! I was stung and my arm felt numb. I lifted it over my head to stare at it- nothing. Ok. Deep Breath. Swim. A few more strokes and the sting took over my arm. I looked for the lifeguards in the kayaks. I kept them in my view and I swam. Every few strokes I looked at my arm to check out the sting. The one thing i feared all summer with the swim in the ocean was jelly fish. Everyone seemed to think there wouldn't be any in the Hudson. I guess if anyone told me there would be I would have been more scared about getting in. I kept thinking don't panic- don't go into shock. I started to think it was a mind over matter thing and I could control any reaction that might take over my body- which I know by now I can't. I've gone into shock so many times and I'm so aware of the feeling that I knew I had to get out of the water as quickly as I could. So i put my head down and I swam faster than ever. 22 minutes in all for a 1 mile swim.

Transition 1: I got out of the water and examined my arm while I ran .5 mile back to transition. Hives started to appear. My panic grew- I saw medics on the path but knew I just needed to get to my bag. I had my packed my bag carefully and had plenty of Zyrtec and Benedryl - just in case. The first thing I did was pop a pill. I slid out of the rest of my wetsuit. Buckled my helmet. Wiped the Hudson dirt off my face. Grabbed sunglasses. Washed off my feet- put on my bike shoes and ran to the exit with my bike. I hopped on and pedaled to Hot Corner.

The BIKE: Crowds were lining the path. I saw my mom and screamed her name. I made it to the top of the hill as girls around me fell like dominoes. I screamed at one to fall left- not on me! I have gone up that hill so many times I wasn't about to be taken out on my turf! Around the traffic circle and onto the highway I went. I pedaled hard while keeping my hand in view, watching as the hives began to disappear. Thank goodness for Zyrtec-i can only imagine what would have happened had I not taken an antihistamine. The ride was gorgeous. I pushed myself hard but took in the views. It doesn't happen often that the highway is closed to traffic and opened to riders. Speed demons screamed "on your left" as they flew by. I passed a few people but kept a good pace all the while. I loved the bike. Towards the end I had to keep myself focus- i repeated You Can Do It over and over again. I prayed I wouldn't get a flat. I studied the road signs. 235th street. 125th. 56th street. A U-turn and back to 72nd street. 1:44:40. Not so bad for a 25 mile ride.





Transition 2: I quickly changed shoes, took off my helmet, grabbed a water bottle and was off!

The RUN: I ran across 72nd street to the park with a smile on my face. I couldn't believe this was happening. The crowds were cheering. People were sitting in the middle of the street. People saw my TNT Jersey and screamed louder. I approached Central Park West. I saw blue shirts and could see my friends and family. they screamed and clapped. I blew them a kiss and smiled more. No, I didn't cry but I was ecstatic to see them. It gave me the push I need. Up the West side of the park- I ran - slowly- I ran. I saw J. he gave me a high five and I ran up the hill. Harlem Hill. I pushed myself- do not walk. I ran. I was tired. I saw water and slowed as I went through the station. Around the bend, I ran and ran. Just get to the finish. I ran! I saw Coach T. Keep going. You can do it. I grabbed more water and ran. Saw Coach M and she jogged alongside me- go, go, go. Down the East side. Then there was Coach M. Focus K he screamed. Look at me! You can do this- now GO. And off I went to the finish. I ran so hard. The crowd cheered. People screamed go Team and I ran. The crowd thickened. Again, I saw my family. My friends in their blue shirts. I ran across the finish, I felt my knees give out and a man on the right caught me as I collapsed into his arms. He was a catcher. yes, he was there to catch people and he caught me. A woman put a wet towel around my neck. Another person gave me water. The man propped me up. E came over and pulled me away. Someone put a medal around me. I was in a daze but I knew it was over. I started to smile. 3 hours and 25 minutes. My first triathlon!





I met up with the fam and friends. I showed off my jellyfish stings. I could hardly walk. I was amazed. I loved every second of it. I'm a triathlete. Months of training paid off. I swam in the hudson, i biked on the highway, i ran through the park and I crossed the finish. I put my mind to this incredible challenge and it happened. I'm still in shock when I think about it. We hung out in the park. I got a massage. We ate and drank. I came home and passed out... then we went to the victory party.



On a sadder note, one of the athletes was not so lucky. A 32 year old man didn't make it out of the water. They still aren't sure if he died from an allergic reaction to the jelly fish or if he had a heart problem. Either way, the joy of the day is darkened by a young father's death. I know how awful my allergies are- how close I've come before. I feel truly blessed that I didn't have more of an extreme reaction to the stings. I can't imagine the incredible sadness his family is experiencing. The day was bitter-sweet.

Overall the New York Triathlon was an incredible experience. I did my best and I know next time I can do even better. With the help of family and friends I raised over $2700 for Cancer Research. I made new friends I'll have for years and many more tris to come. I tested myself and I learned that when I set a goal I can accomplish it- 5 minutes faster than I thought!

The Tri - Part 1

Five months of perfecting my swim, five months of picking up my pace on the hills in the park, and five months of learning to bike distances all paid off when I jumped into the Hudson River at 6:23 AM and raced to the finish line of the 8th Annual Nautica New York City Triathlon on July 20, 2008. The day was amazing. I pushed myself harder than I ever have in my life. It was an incredible day that I doubt I'll ever forget. I realized as I crossed the finish line, that if I really put my mind to something, I can make it happen. 5 months ago I could hardly run 1 mile. Today, I'm a triathlete!

There's so much to tell- so to get through it all- I'll break it down.

Friday afternoon I headed to the Racers Expo at the Hilton on 5th Avenue with my Mom who came in for the weekend. I attended a mandatory participant's meeting. In the thirty minute meeting a race official went through the race day, the important things to note, and rules of USAT. He answered questions and calmed nerves. Afterwards Mom and I walked around the expo and I purchased The Stick. The best item I could have bought. I've been using this incredible massage tool regularly and the pain in my calf all but vanished before race morning.

From the Expo we headed to Central Park for the Chipotle Underwear Run. Check out pics below. The run was hot and sweaty but fun and light. A great way to forget about my nerves and just relax with tri friends.

Saturday I biked up the Westside Highway to the transition area to check in the Contessa. It was a nice ride, I stretched my legs and got my bike into the easy gears I needed to start the race. All bikes had to be in transition the day before the race. Most women, the pros and some men were in Yellow Transition. The majority of the men were in the Red. The different transition areas had pros and cons. Yellow was further from the swim which meant a longer, barefoot run. But it was closer to the run out. The red was closer to the bike start but less time to get going before the first big hill. The red however was much closer to the swim exit- so less time running on the concrete. Based on my race number, I found the spot to rack my bike. It was right in the middle- so I had easy access to both exits. Each race number had a quote below it. Some were inspirational. Others, like mine, just made me laugh. Very fitting, right?!





Toga Bikes had a tent set up in the transition area. They were pumping tires and looking over the bikes. I had a guy check mine out. Even though I had taken the Contessa in for a tune-up the weekend before, my brakes, still didn't look right. With a quick pull the bike guy was able to adjust them properly so the pad didn't rub along the tire.

After I wrapped the Contessa up in plastic bags (in case of rain) LW and I walked around the area and checked out the scene. It was crazy to really look into the water and now that we would be swimming in it. Everything was set up and as we stood at the exit and looked down to the swim start I got nervous- I could hardly see the dock 1 mile away.




Saturday night was a fun Pasta Dinner for our team. We chowed down, decorated jerseys and encouraged each other about the big race. A few friends mentioned they weren't going to wear wet suits because of how hot the water was. JS tattooed my right arm (temporary tat) with the TNT logo. I put one on the back of his neck. Why not, right?! We were all excited and nervous-- by 8 I was home. By 10 I was in bed. By 4 am my mom and I were up and on our way to pick up LW and RB and head to the race! To be continued....

The Underwear Run!

Tonight we celebrated the start of race weekend with the Underwear Run in Central Park. The Naked Cowboy served as Grand Marshall and 350 Triathletes followed behind. I ran with a few friends from the team and we took it nice and slow around the lower loop of the park- 1.8 miles. It was good to get out and stretch my legs a bit. We ran through the actual finish for the Tri which is already set up on Dead Man's road across from Cherry Hill. It was fun- but super hot! Race day is almost here!!!

Race Day Info!!!

The amazingly talented and very fabulous ST, designed this cool Site for the race. If you are coming to watch the race, check it out for all necessary info!

Tapering down....

Monday Monday, la la la laaaa la. I can't believe its Monday and tomorrow is Tuesday and Sunday is just days away. How is this possible? How did the race come up so quickly? I'm not ready!!! I need more time! Last night I met up with JS and LW +1 for a ride in the park. We took it easy and just did a couple of loops. After spending way too long at the bike shop getting a tune up I was still having problems with my gears. I'm hoping to wake up early tomorrow to go for an easy ride along the river and to test out my shifting... I don't want any problems on Sunday! After our ride in the par JS and I made our way down to the village for dinner at Tortilla Flats. We detoured for a bit on one of the piers to watch salsa dancing-I love NY! It was funny to eat dinner in my bike shoes and my lovely (hot) spandex outfit (kit). We even made it to yogurtland (thanks LW) for dessert! By the time I arrived home with the COntessa it was close to 10 and I was exhausted and stuffed and covered in grease. Seriously, why am I always such a mess when I ride?!

Today after work I headed back across the street for a light and easy swim at the Rec Center. This week is all about tapering so everything I am doing is easy on the body- especially my very sore right calf. I love that the pool is so close and outside. I just wish the center were a bit cleaner and the lifeguards weren't sleeping- but it is free, I can't complain- all I can do is swim and work on relaxing and not exerting too much energy.

On another note I've started to give friends tshirts to wear to the race and though I ordered 24- yes 24, I'm running out! Turns out the NYC Tri is the place to be and everyone wants a cool blue shirt. Ok, maybe not everyone but just about everyone from work and all of my close friends. I am so happy everyone is coming to watch! I just hope I don't disappoint them and that I make it across the finish line in one piece!

One Week and Counting

Today is Sunday, July 13. In exactly one week from today I will be racing in the NYC Tri. These last few months of training and preparation will be tested. While there is a time I'd like to finish the race under, I know that I'm doing this to finish not to win - as my big brother Gerry reminds me (quite often).




Yesterday was our second and final swim at Coney Island to test our abilities in open water and in our wetsuits. The day started bright and early as usual. The swim was good but after about 20 minutes I felt something sting my fingers and Allergy Girl took over- I knew I had to get out of the water... when i emerged i saw countless jellyfish and lots of other teammates hanging out on the beach- all had been stung too. I raced to take an allergy pill- after all my times of going into shock from my allergies I was not about to risk dying at Coney Island. So i sat the rest of the swim out and just stepped my training up during the run on the boardwalk. My swim overall was much better than last time- I feel much more comfortable in the salt water. I'm glad we had this last session. I still haven't figured out my new quick laces on my sneakers- they are always too loose or too tight. Coach suggested using my original laces with the quick release thingie so I get the best of both worlds.







A few of us stayed on the beach after the race to soak in the rays and to just rest. We needed it. We are all clearly exhausted. After nap time we headed back to Nathan;s for hot dogs and cheese fries and then to the games and rides. Yes, the Cyclone! LW won a stuffed dog playing some horse race game and JS and RB flew upside down on the Top Spin ride. We headed back to the city in the late afternoon, raced home to change clothes and then headed to the historical Bon Jovi concert in Central Park. It was a fabulous day with great people... and now we are one week away from the big race. I couldn't be more excited or more nervous....

Tees are Here!

The incredibly talented MO designed this tee for YOU to wear when you come cheer me on Sunday, July 20th!!!

My First Flat!

Saturday was our last BRick- yes, lots of LASTS this week! My ride was hard- really hard. It had just rained, the roads were slick and everyone was getting flats. Towards the end of my second loop I stopped on the side to watch a fellow teammate change her tire. I hadn't had one yet and wanted to learn first hand what to do just in case. I got back on my bike after she pumped up her new inner tube and I headed back for the run. After the run a mentor looked at my tire and noticed it was flat! Yup, I had a flat. So Coach Mike came over and with an audience of a few other teammates, helped me change the tire. It was the back tire which I guess is harder because of the gears. I also had replacement tubes with short valves and for my wire rim tires I need longer valves. THere is so much to learn with all of this. Who even knew there was a difference? An inner tube is an inner tube, or so I thought. My Co2 cartridge was a waste and instead we used a hand pump to put air back in the tire- the pump could reach the shorter valve. I rode home just fine but something still felt off. THe next night I met LW for a ride around the park. I made the very stupid mistake of riding up 8th ave in the bike lane instead of taking the path along the WSH. The city is bike friendly and has special lanes, but honestly i've never been so scared. It was a total nightmare near 34th street and again by Port Authority. Taxis veer in every direction. Pedestrians walk out into the street without looking. Cars make sharp left turns. It was hellish and I'll never do it again. By the time I made it to the park I was completely freaked out. It took me awhile to fully relax. The park was crowded but riding with LW was great. I love riding and gossiping and riding and talking. Its the perfect workout. I was still having a hard time going at a good, strong pace... finally LW noticed a noise coming from my bike - a noise i had been ignoring not knowing the source. We stopped and tried to figure it out- my front break pad was tight on my wheel. No wonder why it was so hard to pedal, i was constantly breaking! We thought we fixed it and got back on our bikes to finish our ride. The noise came back and we pulled over near Cat Hill and then again after Harlem Hill. Another cyclist stopped and showed me where to fix the breaks and like magic everything was fine and away we went! The noise is gone, I can pedal at a good, steady state and I can keep up... I guess i've just been getting a really good workout!

The Last Run

Last night marked our last real run before the race. We ran the course- all 6 miles of it. The run was good but i haven't found a happy place for my new quick laces so they annoyed me the majority of the way- i tied them way too tight! Yes, I'm finally regaining feeling in my toes. It was also incredibly hot out so I stopped a few times from water and to get some pointers from the coaches- but my run was consistent and felt good overall. I paid attention to my time and realized i just hit the harlem hill at 30 minutes- I want to remember this so on race day i can push myself those last few miles to get through the hills and sail smoothly to the finish. I love running with TNT because no matter where I am there's someone around to talk to, to get encouragement from or to give it to. I really love this group and I'm actually sad the training is ending next week, I'd love to have another month... though, i'd like to have my social life back! We have a short run Saturday morning after our open water swim and then another quick run next wednesday- but last night was the last 6 miler until the race... feel the nerves?!!!

Sunrise Swim

This morning I ventured across the street to meet RB for a morning swim. I've always wanted to swim in the morning but making my way to CP before work is hard. For the months of July and August NYC Rec Centers with outdoor pools open their doors to anyone for free! So the center in my hood has lap swimming in the twice a day and I've made it my mission to take full advantage of the pool. We swam for thirty minutes- not that amazing but it was just nice to stretch my body and loosen up a bit. Since this weekend's brick and then sunday's ride i've felt tight. With the race just over a week away, I want to keep exercising but I know I need to taper. So this morning's swim was refreshing and got my day off to a good start. I'm thinking of switching tomorrow's bike to a swim as well- its so convenient!

Jellyfish and Pancakes- My First Sprint Tri

This morning at 8:05 I took off in the Atlantic Ocean to compete in my first Sprint Triathlon. The weather was perfect. My nerves were fairly calm and I was ready to race.... that was until I spotted my first jellyfish!

The sprint was on Staten Island and arrived in plenty of time with SWF and M and we met the other TNT members there. First we went through body marking (bib number and age). Then we set up our transition areas - sneakers, bike shoes, gels, helmet, sunglasses and extra water. Then the race director held a meeting to go over the swim - 1/4 mile, bike - 3, 4 mile loops, run - 5k along the boardwalk. Around 500 people took part in the race.

We got into our wetsuits and headed down to the water. Never in a million years would I have thought that I would be racing in the Atlantic. It was exciting. I went into the water to warm up a bit and right away saw a jellyfish. Two teammates got me to come in a bit further despite fear of being stung. I got used to the water and after the first wave took off we headed out to a buoy to wait for the start of our swim. I'm so glad I practiced in Coney Island last weekend so I knew what to expect. The one mile swim this week also helped. But I still hate swimming distances in salt water. My swim was not so great but I did it and got through. I know I used way too much energy- I was not nice and relaxed as I should have been. I'm not sure if it was the waves, all of the people beside me or just the anxiety of my first tri- but I didn't swim as well I should have. From the swim we jogged across the beach, stripped out of our wetsuits and headed into the transition area to get our bikes. The bike was the one part I was really looking forward to- but it was so boring! It reminded me of the bike races I went to last summer but it was boooorrrring. Three 4 mile loops along a closed off 4 lane road. I did ok the first lap, my next two were just mediocre- not as strong as I would have liked to have been but I felt good. Back to the transition and into my sneakers for the 5k. I ran back out of transition and saw SWF cheering us on... it made me smile to see her (and her belly) - it was just the encouragement I needed for the last leg of the race. I'm so thankful she came to the race! The 5k seemed so much longer than it actually was. Maybe because my legs felt like jelly. Or maybe because half of it was on the boardwalk. Whatever it is, I felt exhausted. But I had enough energy in me (thanks to the vanilla bean gu) to push through and finish in 1:34:28!!! I wanted to do the race in just around an hour 30, so I was more than happy to finish in this time and even more happy to eat a stack of pancakes after the race! Yes pancakes. Lots of them. This race has awesome food including fabulous bagels and swedish fish. We hung out and ate our breakfasts and then headed back to the city via bike, subway, ferry... it was a great morning, a great race and I feel (almost) ready for the Tri on the 20th!

The Snake Swim Part Deux!

Last night we did the timed 1 mile swim. Similar to the 3/4 swim we did the snake in and out of all 8 lanes across the 50 m pool. I didn't know what a good time would be for me, I just wanted to do it in under 40 minutes and I hoped to do better than last time. If you remember, on the 3/4 swim, I did terrible- though my time was decent my breathing was off and I didn't think I'd make it. Last night, my swim was easy and relaxed and I could have kept going and going. My breathing stayed consistent- every 4th stroke - and except for my lame-o kick, I did just fine. 38.10 minutes in all. I would have liked to have been a bit faster but I'm happy that my endurance has improved so dramatically over the last month. Most people say that their 1 miler in the pool was around 40 and then on race day 20 or so because of the fast moving current. So if the current works in my favor on july 20, I'll be a happy wannabe triathlete. My new Aqua Sphere goggles rock! This was the first swim I've had where I didn't have to stop and adjust them. I'm so happy to have found a good pair!
In the locker room a number of us were talking about the difficulties in finding tri gear for women. Women with curves that is. It seems that if you have boobs, tri tops just don't fit. Most brands put these ridiculous modesty bras under the tri tops. if you are already wearing a sports bra, a modesty top just rides up and offers no support. Maybe one of these days the athletic gear companies will get it right- or all of us will band together to create comfortable gear that fits right, looks good and is supportive!

Tuesday nights run was about 6.5 miles. We did the finish of the NYC Tri a number of times. Up the east side, over the 72nd transverse and down and around to the finish. THen back up the East drive to 85th street and down to the finish again and again. It is great to train on the actual race course... now I'll know whats coming when i have those last few exhausting miles to go....

Jellyfish Beware!

This Saturday I'm racing in the Flat as a Pancake Staten Island Sprint Tri. I've been looking forward to the race for awhile as a way to help prepare for the NYC TRi. However I just found out that last year a number of racers were stung by jellyfish. I guess the average person might not worry about this but with stuff like this I worry. My allergies are pretty broad and include everything from tomatoes and shellfish to fire ants. I've gone into shock twice from being bitten by fire ants. So the thought of being stung by a jellyfish makes me wonder if this sprint tri is the right thing to do. I emailed my coaches and called the race director. Who does that? Who actually calls the race director? I do! His name is Joe and he couldn't have been nicer. He explained that he moved the race up an entire month because of the jellyfish and the number of people who were stung last year. Turns out late july and early august are jellyfish season in the Atlantic- not june. He assured me that in wet suit I'd be fine, hopefully. Hopefully. I tried to do some research online about jellyfish and exactly when they come to the shore here but I haven't found much. SWF is on the case. Coach Mike suggested checking the waters out the day of the race to see how things are or just skipping the race and concentrating on the NYC Tri. I thought about maybe switching to the Duathlon instead of the Tri. All of this and I don't even know if I'm allergic to a jellyfish sting- but the fear of dying from my allergies is too real to ignore. Anyone know anything about jellyfish? Advice wanted, please!

The Philly Tri

Congrats to the fabulous SWF's sisters Rebeccah and Laurel
who just won 1st and 3rd place in the Philly Tri this morning. Bec and Laurel are amazing pro athletes. It is incredibly inspirational to follow their careers! Congrats!!! You can read more about them here.

Mermaids, Salt Water and Dogs

Yesterday we headed to Coney Island for our open water swim. Up by 5:45 at the train by 6:30 at the beach by 7:20 in the water by 8:00. The coaches spit us up into three groups and I headed down to the water with the intermediate group. Halfway through the swim I realized I should have gone to basic. Though I can swim. I'm not that advanced at swimming in the ocean. Growing up along the Mississippi didn't really help me in this arena. When I do go to the ocean, I play in the water and jump waves- I don't do serious swimming- let alone for an hour in water. So in Basic they went over getting used to the water in your wet suit- oh well... I figured it all out the hard way! After Coach Scott gave us instructions we lubed up, slipped into our wet suits and ran into the water. We did triangle swims. Another coach in a pink swim cap acted as a buoy. We swam out and around her then back and parallel to the shore- again and again and again. Swimming out against the waves wasn't terrible- but my goggles came loose, salt water leaked in and burned my eyes. It went up my nose and down my mouth. My underarms were rubbing against the wet suit and it hurt- my neck started to chafe. Basically, i was miserable but I kept going and going. I lost my buddy L but quickly acquired a new one who was swimming at my pathetic pace. Knowing that the swim in the Hudson isn't salt water and the current will be with us - not against us is calming my nerves. But one I emerged from the water, stripping out of my wet suit as we ran up to the beach, I thought WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING!! The swim freaked me out- not because I thought I would drown but because it was hard and made me worry if I can actually pull this whole thing off. We quicky switched gears, put on sneakers and ran up to the boardwalk for a 4-5 mile run. The run was ok but I was tired.... at least I had something tasty to look forward to. That's right- Nathan's Hot Dogs! A few of us stayed to enjoy some delicious dogs and cheese fries at the landmark Nathans! I passed on the 11 am beer but I did greatly enjoy our morning lunch! Snapped a few quick pics of Mermaids turning out for the parade and then headed back to the City. It was a good, hard morning. A few of the mentors reassured me that it took them a few swims to get used to the open water- its far different from swimming in Lake Plantagenet, that's for sure.

After a stop at the Green Market in Union Square, I headed to jack rabbit to get a new pair of goggles- mine are super cool looking but they just aren't working. I also got a new pair of shoes! Yup, went to the podiatrist to have my black toe checked out. Turns out I need half a size bigger shoe than what I've been wearing. Hopefully my new shoes will stop by toe from causing me pain.

Today I hoped to go for a long ride but the pending rain, the race in the park and my lack of sleep made me think twice. Instead I went for a spin class at CP with Drill Sargent D. The class was hard- an hour and 30 minutes long - and D doesn't let up. I kinda think I got a better workout in the class than I would have on my bike- But I need to get some time in on the Contessa. So I'll get up tomorrow morning to go for a ride... I'm starting to get nervous about next weekend's Sprint Tri in Staten Island.
I feel a little discouraged this week. My body doesn't feel so sore as much as it feels tired. I know I'm doing this just to finish but I want to do my very best- and yesterday was not my best.
4 weeks until race day...

The Wet Suit Swim!

Tonight was our first wet suit swim... When the express train stopped for twenty minutes and just sat on the tracks on my way to practice, I got a bit nervous that I wouldn't make it. Once the subway moved, I hopped out and jumped on a local train up to 137th and ran right into one of my campers from my last summer at camp! Of course she already knew all about my Tri Training from my Facebook page... scary...

I made it to practice with just enough time to get my wet suit on and realize I had forgotten to pack a towel. No body glide allowed in the pool but it wasn't that bad to squeeze into the suit- I practiced last night! The wet suit is fine- my only issue is how tight it feels around my neck. I'm sure it fits the way it should, but i have a thing about having anything around my neck. I hate turtlenecks, I don't wear choker necklaces, I tie scarves very loose- I hate feeling suffocated. I know this is fear exists becausee of the number of times I've gone into anaphylaxis shock from my allergies. Having something around my neck makes me think about my throat closing. The fear of it all is so fresh and so vivid that just having the wet suit around my neck freaks me out. That's why I'm so glad I was able to practice swimming in it tonight before the open water swim on Saturday in Coney Island. I feel more relaxed now after tonight's practice.

We swam for 50 minutes in the wet suit and ten minutes without it. I could feel my body glide in the water. I felt the stretch as I moved side to side. It was fantastic- though my 2-beat kick still needs work. My endurance has picked up and so I moved from one of the slower lanes to the second to the fastest!

All of this brings back memories of my childhood summers spent on the swim team. I started when I was 4. I've always been a swimmer, I guess. At camp one year, M and I did the lake swim - so I have done open water before! I guess though, when you are out of practice for as many years as I have been, it takes awhile for the endurance to come back. Swimming is second nature, I am an Aquarius after all.

T

Blue Toe

Last night I debated between pilates and spinning and thought maybe i should take it easy so went for pilates. I was bored. So very bored throughout the class. I thought I wasn't doing anything. Then all day at work I could feel it in my core. As I sit here and type tonight i can feel my poor sore abs. I guess the boring class actually was a good workout!

Tonight's GTS was a 4.5, 6 or 7 mile run through the park. I went for the full loop- 6 miles. It was a great run but I'm realizing I'm not pushing myself as hard as I can or should. I've found great running buddies but I run with them and talk and run at their pace...i know I can run faster now. So next time I need to push myself harder. This is my third time running the 6 mile loop and it feels great. I'm starting to spot landmarks that will help me make it through the course on race day. Its all becoming familiar... but as race day approaches, I'm getting more and more nervous.

I'm starting to become more concerned for second toe on my left foot. The nail fell off after it turned black and blue. The pain went away but now its back and more of the nail bed is black and blue. I've researched "black nail" as it is called and it is common with runners... but OUCH! I think i need to see a doctor..... arghh!

Off to try on wetsuit...

The Brick Take 2

I never thought I'd be that person to take all of this stuff so seriously but I'm actually loving all of this- including the 6 day workouts. It makes me happy and seeing how i am improving and getting more and more ready for the big day is rewarding.
Tuesday's run in the park was difficult. NYC was in the middle of a heat wave and running in the park was the last thing I wanted to do. The coaches changed the workout when we all arrived. Instead of running hills on the West side, we just ran the lower loop of the park so we could stay close in case anyone passed out from the heat! So after one loop I felt clammy and hot and cold and miserable and wanted to go inside. Coach S pushed me to keep going, just one more loop, and so I did. Then when I returned, Coach J looked at me and said go inside but again Coach S pushed me and said just up to 72nd, I'll run with you- and so I did. I finished and I was beyond a mess of sweat. I felt disgusting and sick and so very gross but happy that I pushed myself and extremely relieved that I didn't pass out. Coach J felt bad and apologized that I had to keep going- I actually thought it was funny.

Wednesday night was a great swim... though my 2 beat kick needs major help. I am noticing that I have more endurance now than when I first started. I can swim the whole hour of practice without really getting tired. I swam again Friday, hoping to nail the kick, which I didn't.

Yesterday was my second brick. 5 mile ride to practice, a quick 5 minute run, a 1 hour and 15 minute ride in the park followed by a 4.5 mile run and then a 5 mile ride back home. I thought my legs would feel like bricks after the ride but my run was fine and I probably should have pushed myself to do the extra mile. I am starting to pick up my pace and finished in a good time. Now, I really do think I can do this- all of the pieces are starting to fall into place. i've mastered sucking down gu -which I've decided is only meant for running- not for while you are on the bike. I still need to work on which gears I should be in while climbing hills and then coming back down.
My legs were sore this morning and so I skipped my planned ride. I'm listening to my body and while I push myself, I don't want to hurt myself!

All in all it was a great week despite the ridiculous heat!
The amazingly talented MO designed an awesome tee for all of my friends and family to wear at the race. 5 weeks and counting....

Women Power! 6000 Strong

This morning was the New York Road Runner's Woman's Mini. A 10k WOMEN ONLY run through Central Park. I met MN downtown and we headed up to meet SWF in the park around 8 am. I was able to sleep about 10 minutes longer than my usual Saturday morning wake-up call. The amazing SWF is 30 weeks pregnant! I joked that she was carrying the only guy in the race! The comments she received all morning were fantastic- from you are beautiful to congrats to be careful! SWF is a runner- she's been running and competing for years and I like to think of her as my personal tri coach so being able to do this run with her this morning was great. MN is a swimmer and is extremely athletic. I was the short one trying to keep up with the tall girls and their long legs!It was hot. HOT! Hot! HOT! I slowed down on the hill around 102nd. I don't mind- as long as I go at consistent pace and finish, I'm happy! I learned that getting water at these runs is hard- there were so many people walking around the water stations it was hard to get around them. They had hoses pouring water down onto us as we ran- anything to cool off is great. The race was fun and while I would have liked to have run a bit faster than my 10:42 pace, I'm just happy I finished! My final time was 1:06:34 or something close to that. I'm glad my first NYRR race was a Woman's Race- it was like Lilith Fair! You Go Girl!

The Snake Swim

Last night's swim... Well, I survived. It was a timed 3/4 mile swim. My goal going into the swim was to do it under 30 minutes. When we got into the water, I was hoping for a warm up. Instead we started the swim right after one of the coaches demonstrated putting on a wetsuit-- body glide is the key. The coaches had us all get into the far left lane of the pool. There must have been 100 of us crammed into the front- I started to get nervous. Coach J said GO and we filed down one 50 meter lane, under the rope and up the next. In a snake we moved across the pool and back again and again. Three times in all. My relaxed, strong stroke diminished after three full lengths. Swimming in the tight crowd felt claustrophobic. I got kicked and slapped. A tall man well over 6'6" swam near me in a spastic motion that made me stop, tread water and figure out how to maneuver around him. I swam under him, praying I wouldn't get punched by his uncontrollable arms and legs that moved in a sideways motion. My every third stroke breathing turned into breathing every other stroke. I felt like everything I learned over the course of training went out the window as I just tried to finish the swim. Towards the end my body started to relax and I found a rhythm. I thought my swim was terrible - but when I heard that I did it in 29 minutes I felt relieved! Most people I have talked to said the 1 mile swim on race day took them around 24 minutes because of the strong current. So the fact that I just swam for 29 minutes straight (and survived) makes me feel like I can do this. I wish I had been in town for the .5 mile swim. I think it would have helped had I gotten some practice in then and wasn't completely new to the snake last night. After the swim we did twenty push-ups. My body was so tired I walked to the locker room without my towel and flip flops! I just laughed- and I keep laughing at myself. This whole thing is so funny to me- I still can't believe I'm doing it but after each practice I believe in myself a bit more and know that I can. MS said she was one of only 3 people who finished the basic swim. I think everyone in intermediate finished- i admit i thought about stopping - but I wouldn't let myself. Now I have the 1 mile Snake Swim to look forward to -- and the open water swim in wet suits!

Happy Birthday Grandma Marjorie Jeanne!

the Drink

I'm starting to question the Endurox recovery drink mix I bought last week. This article
makes me question using it even more. Do I really need a recovery drink after I ride, run or swim? Should I be drinking more accelerade during my workouts?!

The Run

Last night's GTS was the Run Course of the Tri. We started at 59th Street and ran up the West side of the park, over the Harlem Hills, around the park and down the east side. The final stretch was across the 72nd Transverse and back down the West side to 59th. 6.2 miles! This was my first time doing the run and it felt good. Instead of adding in two extra hills, I continued on and just ran the course. I'll do the hills next week- I wanted to know that I could do this course as running is my "weakest link." I also ran with my inhaler for the first time- it made a huge difference. I felt more comfortable having it with me as I ran through the thick, pollen-filled air in the park.
It was a good run- my right knee has a bit of an ache and my back feels stiff- but other than that, I'm ready for another run!

Tri Academy

My Dad just pointed out this article
in the NY Times Magazine about a Triathlon Academy. It sounds like complete hell - sign me up! I'm not sure if I'd be into anyone of these sports just on their own- at least not running. It really is the combination of the three that interests me. The challenge of figuring out how to do each one at my maximum performance is what is keeping me going--- and in shape!

The BRick!

Yesterday was my first Group Brick. A 1 Mile Run followed by a 1 hour Ride in the park followed by another 3 mile run. Only I biked to practice - 5 miles each way. So my day, which began at 6:30 am, was a bike-run-bike-run-bike! The bike was fine- but those Harlem Hills still get me. I slow down so much trying to get over them, I know I'm losing time. I also didn't pay enough attention to my cadence as I should while I cycled through the park. The park was a zoo - there was some 5k run, CRCA bike races and hundreds of tourists who cross the road in packs and don't pay attention where they are going. I spent too much time dodging in and out of the obstacle course. But it was a good ride and while I had a pretty quick transition onto my bike I kept a good time and was one of the first back to run. When I returned to the transition area and put my sneakers on and started to run, I thought my legs were going to collapse beneath me. The lower half of my body felt like jelly. I started to laugh at his crazy feeling i was experiencing but I just kept going. Everyone in the group had funny smiles on their faces and we cheered each other on. Three out and backs. 1 Down, 2 to go. 2 down, 1 to go- I pushed myself to finish and my legs started to regain feeling by the end. My overall time was good and though I was cursing myself, questioning why I ever got into this, I was happy when I finished or that I could finish!

I expected to be sore today but I actually feel great and am about to go for an hour run before brunch. I'm starting to get nervous about the tri- I can't believe I'm actually doing this but the more I train the more I realize it's a mental game. With the three different legs of the race, I can count down- after the swim I'll be 1/3 finished with the race! When I run I'll only have a few miles to go. I can do this. I hope I can do this! I will do this!

Week in Review

-The Contessa needs a trip to the shop
-My legs are sore
-I have a lovely welt/bruise/cut from my right pedal
-Workouts 6 days a week are here
-The Wonder Years - need I say more?

This week has been quite a training whirlwind all starting with a few days back in Greensboro for the big shoot. I stayed at the fabulous proximity hotel - an eco-friendly place with a great fitness center. It will be my new home for my countless more trips to the land of sweet tea and humongous trees.The best thing about the proximity is its proximity to the Performance Bike shop. Oh was I in heaven and boy did I buy way too much- it was fabulous. Tri shorts, jerseys, socks, glasses and a fantastic new heart rate monitor- and yes all purchases were on sale, of course - it is performance bike!

Wednesday night's swim was great and I felt like I really got the 2-beat kick and the much needed rotation of my hips. I knew I was doing something right when Coach J told me I have it with a big smile on his face. Yea, to swimming. Now if only I could run faster. Thursday night I went to my first spin class at the gym. I told the instructor I was a newbie to spinning to which she replied, but you look like a pro! Hah! Me?! Don't let the cool bike shoes and the sleek tri pants fools you. The class was hard, damn hard but I kept up. The last stretch- a 12 minute interval with 30 seconds in the saddle and 30 seconds standing just about made me throw up but I lasted and felt great and only slightly exhausted after. Friday i went for an easy swim- my body felt sore and I wanted to have plenty of energy for Saturday's ride.

Yes, Saturday. The GTS was planned for a BRICK (Bike/Run - your legs feel like bricks) but at the last minute the coaches changed it to just a bike since so many people were away for the weekend. I was disappointed but instead of riding with the group which really means riding alone, I met S for a nice, long, hard, adventurous ride. We rode all along Riverside Park to 125 and then up and around somewhere and back on some other path and up some crazy hills and pass assistant Sara on her way to tennis! Over some more hills and all the way to the top, err, tip of the island. And then back. 24 miles in all just over 2 hours. It was hard. By the time I made it back home I was shaking which explains why though I clipped my right foot out of the bike in front of my house, I didn't get my other foot out and somehow the Contessa ended up underneath a parked Jeep and i was in a split - ouch! And hello to my neighbors walking by and not stopping. I love New Yorkers! Don't speak to the crazy girl half under a car, oddly attached to a bike. Keep walking, honey. So that explains the bruise. But that doesn't explain the problems with the Contessa. On my way to meet S, i realized I couldn't shift gears on my left side. We stopped and tried to fix the chain but neither of us knew enough to set it straight and of course after the fall I didn't have enough energy to ride to Velo to have her looked at. So somehow I'll have to get over there before Saturday's Brick to get the beat up Contessa fixed and back into shape.

Saturday night and Sunday was spent at the beach where I took a much deserved break. This morning was a short run with L along the Westside Highway. I decided not do too much since tomorrow night is a hard run in the park.

I'm realizing that I'm actually planning my weeks around my exercise schedule. That can't be good, can it? When B mentioned going to the country one weekend, I thought, will my bike fit into his car? Will the bikes at the house be good enough for me to ride? So that brings me to the Wonder Years. Friday after dinner we went for ice cream as always at Cones. As I debated between the Watermelon Sorbet and the Corn Gelato I could feel the presence of a large man looming over me eying the tasty selection. I stared at the nice looking gentleman and realized I knew him. But was he from Law and Order or LA Law? Neither! Wonder Years! Yup, that's right- the Dad from Wonder Years was at Cones and I couldn't have been happier. Of course B was not impressed. He was impressed by the movie being filmed down the street starting Minnie Driver and Anthony Edwards. We stopped to watch as it began to rain on the set two blocks from my place on what was a beautiful night. However, none of this tops my earlier sighting of one of my favorite photographers, Chuck Close.

It has been a good week of training. I'm watching what I put into my body more and more. I'm questioning if I should start taking more supplements and vitamins. I'm still trying to figure out my new heart rate monitor- why can't they make the damn thing easier? I have 9 weeks to go until the race and though I'm still nervous about the whole running 6 miles after biking 25 thing, I'm starting to realize that I can do this-- I have to do this, I am, after all, a wannabe tri-athlete.

hills hurt!

yesterday was a run up the west side to 110 and back. the harlem hill is brutal. the same hill that made me laugh and cry on my bike saturday morning turned my knees into jelly last night. brutal. a tiny rock inside my left sock caused just enough irritation to take my mind off my knee pain. i actually laughed on the way back and asked myself why i'm doing this. at this point, with ten weeks left to go, i'm too far involved to turn around. yes, i'm over the hump and more than fully committed. though really all i want to do is ride. L and are i going to an info session in a few weeks for women riders. i know it won't really happen, i'm not becoming a 5 am rider- but the idea of riding more is intriguing and i'm on the way to being addicted. seriously, how did this happen? what happened to my wannabe couch potato days? what happened to mornings spent brunching, not riding and running? i'm smiling as i type because i love the athletic me. i'm kinda fun this way and i have a whole new swagger when i hobble round the office which causes SEO to tease me. but its all worth it.

$200 to go until i reach my fundraising goal!!!

On Another Note

An interview I did with aphotoeditor (Rob Haggart) was just posted on his blog .
It will give you an insight into what I do for a living when I'm not training, training, training for the Tri!

Lessons Learned and No More Gu!

This week was quite a learning experience. Tuesday I learned what happens when Allergy Girl meets Tri Virgin. Let me tell you, it's not pretty. Tuesday we ran just under 5 miles in the park. T ran beside me for part of it and gave me some great advice to help alleviate the pain in my neck and shoulders. She told me to keep my thumb pressed down on my fists as I pump my arms back and forth. Running with someone is great because I don't wonder where I am or how much further I have to go- it takes my mind off that nonsense and keeps me motivated. All pluses. Then during the last mile or so, I started to have a hard time breathing. Could I be so out of shape? I couldn't figure out why I was huffing and puffing so much. For the last few minutes to the finish, J was running beside me- again giving more great coaching. Then when we stopped I couldn't catch my breath. Panic took over. I held my arms above my head and walked in circles, hoping I'd be ok. Of course the times I've stopped breathing and gone into shock from my terrible food allergies flashed before me. Then I tried to think back to anything I could have eaten that would have made me sick. J looked at me, knowing something was wrong. I motioned to my throat and he quickly walked me to the drinking fountain. He asked about allergies, I told him I have more than anyone could imagine. J said the pollen count was incredibly high and probably the reason I couldn't breathe. I skipped the stretch and went to the bag check and quickly took a zyrtec, my life saver that I keep in my bag. I drank a lot of water and calmed down. I was fine but scared. Not being a runner, I have never dealt with the combination of allergies and exercise. I guess this is something new I need to think about now. Joy. J was great and it makes me even more happy that I'm doing my training with TNT.

Wednesday I left work on time to get to the early swim. When I got to Penn Station I had a change of heart. My body hurt. I felt tired. I was grumpy. I didn't want to swim. So i switched platforms and headed downtown instead of up. I needed a night off. I missed the .5 timed swim. I'll have to make up for later this week- but I'm glad I trusted my gut and didn't push myself.

Yesterday was a 15 mile or so ride in the park and a 4 mile ride home. It was good. I've learned that Gu, no matter how good it tastes or how much energy it gives me, is not my friend. Gu is gross. My bike got gued. I couldn't get all of the gu in the pack down so I put it in my hand and by the time I looked down, gu was everywhere. I couldn't litter in the park so I had to ride up a hill and another and another before I found a trash can. The rest of the ride was quite sticky. I think i'll stick to my energy jelly beans from now on. The ride was fine. I'm frustrated with my slowness. Pointers, anyone?

Today I woke up and ran to the gym for an intense ab class. The instructor was intense and her body was steel. Amazing really. I want those arms. Ok, maybe not as thick and formed and minus the intense veins but something of that nature would rock. I know I'll be feeling it tomorrow morning. I stayed and worked out a bit after class then came back home, got my bike and headed back to NYC Velo. The guys at Velo are so good to me. I love talking to them because they don't treat me like I'm an amateur idiot- even though I am. My bike was properly fit to me now that I have my new pedals. My seat needed to be raised a bit and a few other adjustments were made. Then I sped off to Cadence, my new favorite place. Riding down in tribeca is a little tricky with the cobblestone roads and slow-walking brunch goers but I made it all around town and I'm still in one piece.

My legs are sore but a good sore. My abs are starting to feel the burn. It was an interesting week, but I'm still here and still training.

Officially a Wannabe

Today is technically a rest day but I didn't go all out in my workouts this weekend so I thought I'd take the Contessa out for a spin after work. I met M and the adorable Cooper on the path. While they ran down the path and stopped so Cooper could smell the ground and go to the bathroom, I biked up and down a few times between Christopher Street and the World Financial Center. It was good practice for clipping in and out and shifting gears. The Path was crowded with joggers and roller-bladers and kids on trikes going in and out of lanes, it was an obstacle course to say the least. My pedals are new and stiff, I need to break them in and wear them down. It's still a bit of a struggle to get my left foot clipped in. When I headed home I turned down a road that turned out to be all cobblestone. Big Mistake! I'm learning. Quickly! My legs are still pretty sore from yesterday's workout with V so I took it easy on the bike. I should have stayed with M and Cooper. They ran into Tony Soprano and his new pooch in Tribeca. Yes, Cooper sniffed a celebrity dog's behind.

As of today I'm officially a USA Tri-athlete! Well, I'm a member of USAT. I also signed up for a sprint tri at the end of June. I'm so on my way to becoming an even more serious wannabe tri-athlete! Whoooohooo!

Bikes. Bikes. Bikes.

Today was bike day in Manhattan. Bikes bikes everywhere bikes. Not only is it the start of bike month but this morning was the bike tour through all of the neighborhoods in New York. So needless to say every direction I looked there were bikers galore. Seeing all of the bikers while on a lovely walk with E made me want to jump on the Contessa and take off. We walked by Cadence and went inside for a look. The place is amazing and not nearly as intimidating as I had been told it would be. No one seemed to care that I wasn't a pro! The guys were friendly and I want to go back when I have more time and my wallet! After our walk and a stop for cookies, I took my bike back to NYC Velo and got SPD Pedals put on. yea! I'm a real biker now! I'm not a Fred! I was hoping they would do my bike fit too but the place was packed with people who had rented bikes for the tour around town. So I rode home down West 3rd. I kept my right foot clipped in and used my left to stop and balance at every block. Traffic was insane. Potholes were everywhere and I almost fell on Bowery. I made it home in one piece and headed to Chelsea Piers for a session with v. She worked me out hard and my legs still ache. I do love it though and I realize I need to make better use of my membership at CP. So here I am two months into training and starting to notice a difference and actually looking forward to the next three months until the Tri. I still can't believe that I'm doing any of this but it makes me smile, especially riding the Contessa.

Mornings..Blah

I'm so not a morning person. I never have been. Not even when I was little and had to get up at 5 to get to ice skating practice before school started. I wasn't a morning person then and I certainly am not one now. I also need those five extra minutes when my alarm goes off. Sometimes those five minutes turn into ten turn into 15. That happened this morning. at 7:52 while I waited for the 1 train to take me uptown I realized that I need to start pretending to be a morning person. Realizing I would never make it to the group run, I ran home and crawled back into bed for a few more hours of sleep. Then I woke feeling refreshed and went for a run. It was cold and I knew the Path would be too breezy so I headed downtown. I ended up running into the Tribeca Film Festivals Family Fest. It was hot Dad galore and beautiful babies were everywhere. Only at a NYC festival does a modeling agency set up shop to find new recruits. There were kids getting their faces painted and kids walking on stilts. I stopped to listen to a talented group of kids sing some random song and then I continued running downtown and all around. I liked mixing things up a bit- the run at Riverside is nice but boring after all these weeks. I thought I'd make it to the gym for a class but decided to hold off because I know V is going to kick my ass tomorrow at the gym. So my morning exercise wasn't all that fabulous. Our Saturday morning GTS starts at 730 next week and it is a bike. So, I have to get up even earlier and get my (now smaller) ass uptown bright and early. Yipppeee...

Sleep. Eat. Sleep. Sleep. Run. Eat.

My eyes keep shutting. I'm trying to stay awake but I'm exhausted. My body aches. My legs feel weak. My toe is black and blue. The smell of chlorine won't go away. Oh the tri-life. Tomorrow is a solo brick but I'm taking the day off. I have a hard time with Gym Thursdays for some reason. I like having plans after work on Thursdays and after tonight's swim, getting to the gym before work is unlikely. I need to sleep! This week, two months into training, my body is starting to feel the change, the burn, the tri-life. I'm eating more than I ever have and I'm sleeping more. Or at least, I'd like to be sleeping more. The eating doesn't bother me-- never been a big eater and it's kind of fun to keep my stomach more full than usual. The fruits left out for us in the pantry at work make me happy- but so does the chocolate and the sweets and the cookies- oh how fun it is to work at MSO! I'm letting myself eat more- just trying to eat healthy when I do. Last night was a 5 mile run in the park. It felt good but the hills, oh the hills. Up and down. Up and down. Back and forth- the coaches are mean, just standing there watching us as we run. They shout that they don't want to see a look of pain on our face. What? No pain? No gain? They want us to keep our bodies relaxed, even when we climb the hills. A relaxed body equals a relaxed face equals no look of pain. Argh. I was in pain, but I was happy and I just kept going and going. Running is by far my weakest link. With three months to go until race day, I figure I have plenty of time to work on my speed which I hope will come as I build my endurance. You know, there is a reason I was goalie on the high school soccer team.

Feel the Burn!

D took me out West to Creve Coeur Lake for a ride this afternoon. I used to go to the batting cages out there as a kid. It is wide open with great trails to bike and a ton of hills. We started easy and I clipped in without a problem. I followed him all around and he gave me great pointers along the way. I was pointing my toe as I pedaled- its better to keep your toe up and push through with your heel- what a difference! At one point we went down this crazy zig-zag of a hill and when I got to the bottom I realized we were going right back up. D explained what gears to be in for hills, what kind of position to put my elbows and back in and how to keep on keep on pedaling! It was a great ride- at one point I stopped and stretched while he went out and back on some crazy hill. I was a little timid at times as we road down a narrow path surrounded by lakes. It reminded me of that time I went to visit T in MN and we biked all around the lakes- only that was pure recreation and my feet weren't connected to the bike. The thought of falling into a lake with my bike went through my mind a couple of times. But then we took the bridge to St. Charles and the thought of falling onto cliff took over. Regardless, I was fine and learned a lot. D was the perfect coach. Tomorrow is a swim and then Friday I'll attempt a Brick. Saturday we are going riding again. Seriously, I love this!