Sunday Running Log, #8

Sunday morning, I awoke with such a spring in my step.  I literally raced to meet Lori for our weekly long Sunday run.  Lori later told me that she didn’t recognize me from the distance because the person she saw was running too fast to be me.  My Garmin clocked my speed at 7 ½ minute miles, but I believe I used up all my energy in that half mile sprint to meet Lori.

 

Lori set her Sunday goal for 6 miles and I needed to run 10, however, about mile 2, I felt so sluggish.  I didn’t think I could make my 10 mile goal.  When Lori finished her 6 miles, she made me promise that I would finish my 10 mile run.  By blogging this, Lori and the rest of the blogosphere now knows that I did indeed complete 10.11 miles even though in took me almost 2 hours.  Oh well.  Hopefully, I will have a better run next Sunday.    

 

This week, I will continue to run 4 days, which also includes my 10 K run for the Race for the Cure on Saturday.  Since I am considering competing in another triathlon, I may throw a short run and bike into the mix this week.

Chick in Chaos: The Finale!

On Saturday, I felt ready for the race and confident about my performance at the Chaotic CoteeMan.  I learned from the Babes and Bums Triathlon the importance of not dilly-dallying during transition and I would try my best not to fall off the bike at dismount.

 

The swimmers entered the pool in 15 second intervals in order of our assigned bib numbers, which were determined by our predicted time given on our race registration form.  We swam 6 laps (150 meters) through the lanes of the pool by swimming up a length, down a length and under the lane markers like mice scurrying through a maze.  Although other athletes in the pool slowed me down, my swim time was my best yet: 3:14.

 

After the swim, I headed back to transition.  I prepared for my arrival by laying out all my gear ahead of time.  I quickly slipped on my shorts, threw on my shoes, strappped on my helmet and my Garmin, and hopped on my bike.  My transition time improved but was still a bit long: 3:41.

 

For the bike leg, we rode through Downtown New Port Richey.  Having grown up in New Port Richey, I do not remember those hills.  Thankful for the faster bike for this race, the hills were not a welcomed site.  Also, an unclearly marked course confused me and many other athletes.  Even though, there were volunteers standing on corners and police officers directing traffic, the course was still confusing.  Plus, the course was supposed to be 11 miles, but (according to my trusty Garmin) it was actually closer to 13 miles,.

 

An Ironman and a Silver Streak passed me on their second lap with encouraging cheers to keep up my pace.  Fortunately, only one 63 year old man passed me.

 

After my first lap, I needed to stop for a water break since there were no water stations on the bike route.  I pulled over and tried to stop the bike.  As I stretched my right leg to reach the ground, the tips of my toes couldn’t quite make it.  I fell to the ground with the bike landing on top of me, but I managed to use my knee and my shoulder as a brake. 

 

A mechanic at an automotive garage across the street was the only person who witnessed my clumsy collapse.  “Are you all right?” he called out to me.  “Yeah, I’m all right!  I’m just an idiot that needs some water”, I hollered back at him. 

 

I sprayed some water at my right knee and shoulder to cleanse the road rash and wash away some of the blood.  After my pathetic first aid attempt, I hopped back on my bike for lap 2, and I completed the course in under an hour: 59:52.

 

Since I had already fallen once, I felt confident that I would not fall again at dismount.  With a successful dismount, I returned to transition to rack my bike and cleanse my knee and shoulder again.  I traded my helmet for my hat and headed out for the final leg, the 5 K run.  Once more, my transition time seemed a bit long: 1:22.

 

As I attempted to run, my legs felt like overstretched rubber bands and the wonky feeling in my legs made it difficult for me to determine my pace.  I was certain that I was moving in slow motion, however, when I checked my pace on my Garmin, it recorded 8 minute miles.

 

I passed the same 63 year old man as well as quite a few people, including my friend’s Michele D’s husband, Jim.  And even though I stopped at each water station during the run, I still finished with my best time yet: 27:32.  

 

As a surprise, my parents came out to cheer for me as I crossed the finish line.  They were so proud!

 

Overall performance: 1:35:39.

 

I am really pleased with my progress since the Babes and Bums triathlon.  I came in 4th place for my division (females 35-39; Of course, they were only 5 in my division!) and 41st overall (out of 56).  At least, I wasn’t last!

 

My friend, Julie, did great!  She came in second place in her division (female 25-29): 1:41:21.

 

Triathlons are truly an athlete’s sport and not for the faint at heart.  Although the endurance needed to complete the sport is overwhelming, I find triathlons exhilarating! Still on my tri high, I am now toying with the idea of competing in the Long Leaf Triathlon on October 19.

 

Chick in Chaos, Part 8

This morning, I ran 3.09 miles in 27:55.  I intended to bike 11 miles again today, however my DH informed me that he needed to leave for work early this morning, so I only had about a 30 minute window for my training.  In a crunch for time, I managed to squeeze in 8 miles in 33 minutes. 

 

I felt much more comfortable on Leslie’s bike today.  It’s a decent bike: Jamis Ventura Sport.  To prevent my poor va-jay-jay from going numb again, I was sure to attach the gel seat today. 

 

I spent the rest of the day stretching my muscles.  Hopefully, I will be able to get a good night’s sleep.

 

Overall, I am really pleased with my progress since the Babes and Bums and I feel ready for the Chaotic Coteeman Triathlon tomorrow.  Wish me luck!

Yay for Yoga!

Yoga is an important part of my training routine.  I love stretching after a tough work-out.  Even on my rest days, I find time to stretch my muscles.  It makes my muscles happy.

 

So for today’s 5 Minutes for Fitness, let’s make your muscles happy too with a 5 minute yoga video.

 

Namaste.

 

Moms Only

As to be expected, our girlfriend getaway to Anna Maria Island was a blast!

 

There was plenty of this…

 

And lots of this, thanks to Hurricane Ike…

 

A few of these at the Sun House at sunset…

 

But one too many of these…

 

And a tons of this…

 

But thankfully, none of this…


 

I have been a SAHM for 7 years and this was my first mom’s getaway.  This trip was long overdue!  Perhaps, it was the right time or the right group of ladies, but it all made for a perfect weekend.

 

Chick in Chaos, Part 7

Tuesday morning, I ran 3.5 miles on pitch black roads dimmed by only the moon and amber streetlamps.  Running in the early morning truly embraces the spirit of Halloween, because it is pretty creepy running in the dark.  But since I need to kick this training thing up a notch, I can’t be afraid of the boogie man lurking in the swamps or a scary clown hiding in the sewers.

 

 

When I returned home from my run, I woke up my family and helped my oldest daughter get ready for school.  Once she climbed onto her school bus, I hopped on my borrowed bike and rode 11 miles in almost 52 minutes.  It’s about 4 minutes faster than the Babes and Bums, but an extra mile and a better bike.  I only hope that’s fast enough to pass an old CoteeMan.  Although, there is still a good chance that I will fall off the bike since it is about an inch too tall for me.

 

I bought a gel seat for Leslie’s bike, but I wanted to test the bike without the gel seat.  As you may have guessed, that wasn’t the best idea, because my poor va-jay-jay went numb about half way through the ride.  I lost all feeling in my nether regions.  And here I thought the gel seat was to keep you from getting hemorrhoids!  I didn’t realize it helped circulate blood to your who-ha!

 

As for my training the remainder of the week, I plan to run Thursday morning.  I would also like to run and bike one more day before the race, but with the cushy gel seat, of course. I don’t want my vagina to become depressed, like Charlotte York’s vagina on Sex and the City.

Sunday Running Log, #7

Tiffany and I met again this past Sunday for our weekly Sunday run.  Although we ran 10 miles, it was such a difficult run for me.  I felt so out of shape.  I guess heavy drinking will do that to you. 

 

Then, my Garmin died, which is probably a good thing, because I don’t want such a pathetic run logged into my training history.  And on top of it all, my right knee kept bothering me again.  Yep, not the best Sunday run, but at least I did it.

 

This week, I will try to run 3 more times, including the 5K run in the Chaotic Coteeman.

Chick in Chaos, Part 6

With great gusto, your favorite marathon mom regained her drive and motivation.  Since this chick is facing some serious chaos next week, it’s high time for some tough training. 

 

This morning, I arranged to meet my friends (Julie and Lori) at the pool, whose husbands are also out of town.  Julie registered for the triathlon last night, and now I have a training partner for the Chaotic CoteeMan Triathlon.  Lori agreed to watch the kids while Julie and I swam laps and we were so grateful for the opportunity to train for the triathlon. 

 

A desperate mom with a mission to get back into my training regiment, I decided to run to the pool with the kids.  I eagerly loaded the joggling stroller and strapped in Emmalynn.  Allana rode her bike along side of the stroller. 

 

During this little sprint to the pool, I remembered why I hate training with my children.  Pool toys and Emmalynn’s floatie continually catapulted out of the stroller while Allana straggled behind on her bike.  It was the most stressful ½ mile run of my short running career. 

 

When we finally made it to the pool, I swam 12 laps in 12 minutes.  After a couple of hours of hanging out with friends, Allan returned home from his business trip and met us at the pool.  He took the girls home so I could enjoy a peaceful one mile run home.

 

Some time next week, Julie and I will meet to bike and run to prepare for the race.  With Chaotic CoteeMan, the 150 meter swim is the first leg, followed by an 11 mile bike ride and then the 5K run, but Julie and I are both worried about running after biking.  To prepare for the race, we will try biking a few miles and then running a few miles to see how our legs handle the strain. 

 

If I can pass old men and not fall off the bike at the end, then I will be pleased with my progress.

Chick in Chaos, Part 5

I think I started sobering up from my long weekend away with my girlfriends sometime on Wednesday.  It is safe to assume the weekend was completely wasted in more ways then one. 

 

Last Friday, Lori and I ran on the beach, but were easily distracted by the gorgeous seashells along the shore.  We would run a few steps then stop to grab a sand dollar or a conch.  Not the best run, but some really spectacular seashelling.

 

Since I drank myself into a stupor on Friday, there was not a snowball’s chance in hell I would be able to run on Saturday.  Late night binge drinking mixed with constant chitchatting makes a great sleep deprivation cocktail, but it’s a small price to pay when spending a fantastic time on the beach with your girlfriends.

 

As for the rest of this week, so far I have only managed one 3.5 mile run and not much other training.  I have spent most of the week sleeping and catching up on housework.  Even the ladies in my mommy group started to wonder about my absence from the Internet.  Plus, my DH is out of town which means I will be lucky to squeeze in some Sharon Mann time in the next couple of days.  I can only hope that this Sunday I will be back on track with my usual long Sunday run.

 

Next Saturday is the Chaotic Coteeman Triathlon and I am really worried about my performance since my training has taken a huge hit in the last week.  Fortunately, my friend, Leslie, lent me her bike. (It’s a real racing bike, which she won at the Babes and Bums Triathlon.  Hopefully, no old men will be passing me this time!)  Now, I just need to fit in an 11 mile bike ride some time before the race.  But before I even think about riding that thing, I need to buy a comfy seat.  I wouldn’t want to bruise my bodacious badunkadunk while training!

Talk Like a Pirate Day! Arrrr!

Aye, it be Talk Like a Pirate Day, me hearties!  I’ll be riding around in me Black Pearl wearing me pirate hat, but not me eye patch.  I wouldn’t want to sink me battleship.  I’ll even let ye touch me booty ‘cuz I feel the spirit of Captain Jack Sparrow in me.  Arrrrr!

Which one of ya scurvy dogs took me rum?