Posts Tagged ‘family’

Triathlon finisher.

Tuesday, August 23rd, 2011

It was a 4:45 wakeup and tugging on compression shorts before I could even see straight.  Piling in the car by 5:30, thankful for my Papa who knows this sport so excruciatingly well.  Transporting the bikes was all taken care of and he ran down the list of items needed.  Race numbers, helmets, running shoes, goggles, and ankle chip (which made me feel a little bit like Lindsey Lohan).

We made it to the parking lot before it filled, and were some of the first in the transition area.  We had time to wake up a little, started to feel the sun come out, dipped our toes in the water, did yoga poses together on the lawn, and took pictures.  The hours went by quickly and we found ourselves suddenly being beckoned to the beach by a megaphone.  Instructions, nerves, hugs, and off we went.

I was shocked how cold the water was once I was in deep enough for my body to be covered.  My lungs wouldn’t fill all the way and my usually slow transition from deep to quicker breathing was hastened by the chill.  It was breaststroke to avoid choking for the first several yards, when I finally was able to put my head under the surface long enough to not inhale lake water.  I finished somewhere in the middle of my wave and got to the transition area, where I pulled socks and shoes over wet, grassy feet, and pinned my bib number to my jersey.  Helmet, sunglasses and bike, and I was on my way.  I was surprised how impossibly difficult it was to slow my pace down — my heart was racing, my breathing was shallow, and the adrenaline was surging, but I knew I didn’t want to push too hard, since the last leg of the race — the run — would be my most taxing event by far.

Cute look, no?

It took me four miles on bike to start breathing normally.  I’m not used to riding behind other cyclists, passing those who are slower than me, and keeping pace was hard.  I found myself pushing harder than I necessarily wanted to in order to pass other riders, and gear-shifting more than I intended to as the road grade fluctuated.  I wouldn’t say the bike course was difficult overall, but the experience of racing was.  During the transition to the run, despite trying to conserve my energy and eating caffeinated electrolyte jelly bellies, going into the run I felt like my lungs wouldn’t open all the way and I quickly got a side ache.  Side cramps are my running nemesis, and I find it really tough to run through them, but I tried.  It wasn’t my only ache through the rest of the run, and I was disappointed when I realized I was definitely going to have to walk in parts.  I never was able to find my zone — the run felt awkward and difficult, and I felt too hyped up.  At times the adrenaline felt like an uncomfortable caffeine buzz.  My one regret is that I walked fairly early on, because maybe if I had been able to run farther before stopping I would have had a better mentality to finish strong.  But as each mile came, I did run more than I walked, including running the whole third mile. I finished in one hour and thirty-seven minutes.  I could have had much faster transitions, but that wasn’t my concern — I wanted to have fun, to stay calm as much as possible, and to finish.  Which I did.

The best part?  Accomplishing this with both of my sisters in the presence of a HUGE fan club: my dad’s parents, mom’s mom, aunt, brother and his girlfriend, brother-in-law, sister’s boyfriend, and fantastic parents.  I only have the pictures from our camera right now, and my husband thinks I’m the coolest. I’ll track down and post more pictures of not just me soon!

Rachel and Lauren, I’m so proud of you.


I’m absolutely floored by the generosity of our family and friends.  With very little nagging and promotion other than facebook reminders, we were able to raise $775.75 to go to World Vision’s efforts in Africa.  I was so thankful for my little dixie cups of water along the race route, and it made me push harder knowing that my race was providing clean water to kids who don’t have it.  I’m so spoiled, so blessed.  Thank you so much for your donations and your support.

Rookies, gumshoes, and fledglings.

Wednesday, July 7th, 2010

Isn’t it funny how things can start so perfectly, continue so earnestly, and still fail (or at least falter)?

There I was on Monday, triumphantly running up and down steep hills, mimicking the roll of the waves to my right as they beat against Haystack Rock on the gorgeous Oregon coast.  25 minutes, crazy elevation fluctuation, no problem.  When I finished I felt like I could have gone farther.

Today, I ran for slightly less than a mile before having to stop.  It’s the only run in my program thus far that I have failed to complete.  I was hot, tired, hungry, and dehydrated, and my body was telling me to stop.  I figured it would be better to stop and then try again later than to hurt myself or push too hard and set myself back further.

And then, there are my plants…  wilting tomatoes, shriveling peppers, bent-over fuchsia, and slug-salvaged spinach. (Then there’s the thriving basil and cilantro, which continues to baffle me.)

It’s so easy to become discouraged!  But I’ll keep pressing on with these perhaps silly little projects because they are what I must do.  They give me a little sense of responsibility and joy in the midst of a lonely time.  They are supposed to be my calm, and I make them my storm.  Baby steps.

Here are some pictures from my 4th of July weekend in Cannon Beach, OR….