Hardcore is in the eye of the beholder

Operation Serious Bri has completed week number one. In my last post, I mentioned that I was going to “try and be a little more serious and consistent with my training over the next 4 weeks and feel better at The Battle at Buckhorn.”  Guess what? I’m exhausted.  Here’s what my week look liked:

Monday: short lift at work, 30min easy run after work

Tuesday: Masters (!) I got in at the warmup, and got out at the cooldown, which yeah, I get it. That’s what you’re supposed to do, but I haven’t done that in probably over a year. Then I did a track workout that night where Oyler the Metronome paced me through 11 400’s.  I have no idea why the workout called for 11 of them.

Wednesday: 45min core class at work. This makes me very sore. I also have to cheat on some of the exercises.

Thursday: OSB interval run in the morning. I ran this at a moderate effort since I did track on Tuesday. Also because: Hard group ride after work. I was worried about getting dropped but hung on for most of the ride and felt pretty good. Towards the end I was taking my pull when all of the sudden several riders came flying by me. Apparently I was the lead-out for the sprint. I then (mistakenly) thought that would be the end of the hard section and we would ride in together, so I didn’t make an effort to bridge the gap. And then they were gone to finish off the hard section down one more road. Now I know.

Friday: swim in evening with friend Carrie.  This was tough, but a good workout. 

Saturday: Met Carrie (again) and her husband Whit for a 40mile bike/4mile run. This was great. Not that I felt great, but the company was great and I have literally not done a workout that long in over 2 years. Those two went onto do another 20miles on the bike and a 2mile run. They are going to crush Timberman. I couldn’t stay with them on the run, either. They are so fit.

Sunday: 8mile run with Anne Mac at a steady long run talk the whole time pace. Then play in the pool with Logan. Wow, I was really tired by then.

I turned around and got up for Master’s this morning (and made Carrie meet me). I felt horrible. But I got it in and that counts for something!

 

Washington Sprint Triathlon

The Washington sprint triathlon would be my 4^th race in the Triangle Orthopedic Triathlon Series put on by FS Series. You have to do 5 races to receive some schwag at their end of the year party, so that has been my unofficial goal once I realized it would be possible schedule-wise.  This race is not as local with it being 2hrs away but I convinced my friend Heather to do it so we booked a hotel room and got down there on Friday evening.  Marty stayed back with Logan and they went to the Wake County Speedway on Friday night which is Logan’s version of heaven on earth.

He wanted a whale-shark face painting

Meeting one of the kid drivers

I’ve had nightmares about this race from last year’s version which was so, so, so hot and humid.  The run was a complete meltdown slog-fest that was not fun at all. Luckily for us this year, it was not going to be nearly as bad. Just normal summer hot. No issues race morning, just some miscommunication about the actual sprint race start which led to me getting absolutely zero warmup for the swim.  And then I was a Manny/Doug sandwich for the first 75 yards before I stopped and decided to lose time but go wide and be able to swim more comfortably. I didn’t feel good until the last 100 yards. Then I got into transition and managed to get my swim skin stuck on my chip. This was my first time wearing it in a race and am pretty sure any time I gained wearing it was lost dilly-dallying with it stuck around my ankle.  The bike was meh. At least I went faster than last year. Also had a car pull out right in front of me towards the end but I saw the little old lady from afar and was prepared for my escape route. I was in the lead coming off the bike and was not feeling all that great so was hoping to just cruise the run so it didn’t hurt too bad.

The run is an out and back, basically flat course.  I trudged to the turnaround not feeling it and then saw Liz coming the other way all spunky and bouncy and thought “Noooooo, now I’m going to have to pick it up.” Actually, I really thought she was going to pass me quick, but she didn’t and when I hit the 2 mile mark I realized I didn’t feel that terrible anymore so decided to press the gas a bit.  I was able to hold her off for the win.

 

I tried several times to put in a podium picture of the top 3 but the photo wanted to be upside down no matter how many times I rotated and saved it. So just pretend that it's here.

 

I’m going to try and be a little more serious and consistent with my training over the next 4 weeks and feel better at The Battle at Buckhorn (race #5 for the series for me).  I’d like to actually feel like I’m racing and be able to dig instead of just going through the motions out there.  Me being serious will mean hitting up a few group rides, possibly making it to Master’s and doing some track workouts. Hopefully this crash course will do the trick.  Now, our travel schedule over the next few weekends is going to be the hardest thing to get around, but hopefully my supportive husband will help me get what I need in.

Just another day in the life with Logan

Time for a new update

Time for a new update. Last one was about the loss of Tassie which is still crushing.  We miss her so, so much.

A ton has happened since the end of May. I turned 36 (wow, 36). We did the 3 Little Pigs triathlon in Smithfield. This is a fun little sprint that’s not too far away from us.  It’s only a 250 yard pool swim which was good since I was still barely swimming at the time. Even in shape, pool swims suck so I figured ‘why bother.’ It was a super hot day and I think everyone suffered on the run, but at least it was flat. I only finished 1:15 behind Marty and won the women’s race which is always fun.  We tried to hang around for awards – they wait until the last finisher is done at this race which is ‘nice’ but makes for a very long morning at these pool swim seeded races.  We had to absolutely leave the race site at 11am as our babysitter had to get somewhere. They kept saying that awards would be soon! And probably after saying that 4 different times they finally started them at 10:50.  Marty and I thought we were good. Then they do the whole “we’re going to do something different this year and go oldest to youngest!” (which by the way, they did last year so it’s not really different).  I’m not sure when they did the overall’s but we unfortunately couldn’t stick around. Some friend’s picked up our awards and I won a free pair shoes from a running store – but the certificate expired in a month and our friends weren’t able to get it to us until a week before the expiration date. The store is in Fayetteville which isn’t all that close so I didn’t get my free pair shoes. I did email them but never got a response.  Oh well, no free shoes for me, and I probably won’t ever give my patronage to The Runner’s Spot if I do ever find myself down in Fayetteville.

Then: BOONE CAMP! The most wonderful time of the year.  It never disappoints and as usual this year was tons and tons of fun.  The whole crew got out to the rental house on Wednesday and we ate/drank/trained through Sunday. Most of us also fit in the Lake Hickory Triathlon on some very worn out legs but it was still a great time.  I definitely suffered from the Boone Camp Blues as we were packing up on Sunday. Until next year!

Right outside our house. Gorgeous views.

Obligatory picture before our run up to the fire tower at Moses Cone

Running down the mountain!

And ice cream as our reward

Lots of brewery stops for this crew

It was Heather's birthday and she wanted authentic mint juleps. Ask and you shall receive.

Getting our core work in.

Logan is 3.5 years old now and boy is it fun. He can ride a bike! Like a real two-wheeler.  He started on a balance bike just after he was 2 and recently he was zooming all over neighborhood on it so we figured we might as well get him a real bike. First time on it and he’s golden.  He needed a little help starting and stopping but other than that he was riding away (and getting scared about how fast he was going). He’s getting the stopping down now and loves it.  I wish I had learned how to ride a bike like this!

For the fourth of July we all drove up to just outside DC in Maryland to our friend Heather’s mom’s house.  Heather and her husband have 3 kids who Logan adores and the adults were all going to see the Foo Fighters at RFK stadium. OMG what a concert! Dave Grohl (lead singer) had fallen off of a stage in Europe and broken his leg just a few weeks earlier. It was a really bad break that required surgery and there was some speculation on whether they would have to cancel (they had to cancel the remaining concerts in Europe). NOPE – he came out on a Game of Throne’s style throne and totally rocked it with his purple casted leg propped up.  The concert was so great – I would see them over and over again. 

We got back to Heather’s mom’s house very late, but Logan had had a grand old time with ‘grandma’ and all the Honnold kids.

Last week we had our second swim in the Triangle Swim Series at Jordan Lake: The Big Deuce and The Little Uno. I opted for The Little Uno (I was once again able to swim since I had some awesome volunteers to help with the late checkin’s).  I guess I took a good line because I ended up 3^rd overall for females. I have also upped my swimming to a solid 1 (and sometimes 2!) times a week. And I wore a swim skin so all that helped.  Then I got to bike after with friends and I’m feeling like my fitness is maybe starting to turn around. I’ve got a couple more sprints on the docket and am hoping to hit them hard.

My mom came up for a visit for a week this past week which was incredibly helpful. Work has been crazy busy and besides the swim on Saturday we also ran a clinic on Sunday (so we didn’t have to pay for a babysitter – thanks, mom!). We also took her to a Durham Bulls game which is such a great time. The stadium is nice and the surrounding area at the American Tobacco Campus is very cool.  I think she admitted it was better than going to a Rays game in St. Pete :)

So yeah, there’s a long update. Off to Jersey next.

And it took me so long to actually post this that we are now BACK from the Jersey shore! More pics below.

Marty and Logan left a few days before me and hit the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History in DC.

We stayed in Avon-by-the-sea this year.

Marty exiting the water at the John T. Carey Masters Mile down in Ocean City, NJ.

Marty and Logan on the 'Scream Machine'

And then to the swings.

He was very serious about making sure the seagulls didn't get his chicken nuggets

Playing with cars (OF COURSE)

Huge wrap-around porch at the house we stayed at with our extended family.

Cruising the boards before breakfast.

Very Tough Week

So if you read Marty's blog (and you should), you'll know that we had an extremely hard week last week.

I thought that knowing that Tassie's heart was going to give out soon-ish would help me come to terms with her death but I don't think it did at all.  To say Marty and I are sad is a huge understatement.  I had dogs growing up but never felt this type of attachment, understandably as she was our first 'baby.' And she did SO much with us. We really tried to include her in as much as possible. And she was just the best dog. So sweet, so well-behaved, so happy - all the time. And she was too young. She would've been 9 on July 23rd - but that dumb heart of hers! Everything else on that dog was 100% healthy.

I don't think one can even understand it unless you've gone through it. I certainly didn't know how it would affect us. 

We made the best of the long, holiday weekend. My birthday was on Memorial Day this year and we had a nice time. We hooked up the bike trailer and the three of us road to a local park before riding to get ice cream.  And that evening we went to a Durham Bulls game which are always a good time. The prior night we went to a cookout at our friends house where they bought me a Publix cake and sang happy birthday. I do feel like the luckiest person to have my birthday close to a holiday like that -  if people are in town they usually want to get together. And I wind up with some impromptu party. I probably have had more actual birthday parties than any adult should.

But there is just this gray cloud coloring everything right now. I tear up every time I think about her. Knowing that I won't ever hug her or pet her and get a lick from her.  One of the hardest parts was picking up her ashes. We all went to get them and we all drove home, together in the car, just like always. She 'sat' in her seat and it was unbearable. I guess I'm just very sad still and have a feeling I will be for awhile.

Happenings

Um, hi.

So yeah, after the Wrightsville Beach half marathon, things got busy.

·        We went to Ocean Isle Beach for a long weekend with a handful of athletes to get some solid training in. Or any training, to be more exact. A good chunk of us had not been on the bike or in the pool much at all, so this was a tiny springboard. It was here that I decided to sign up for the Beaverdam Sprint (or its real name: TOA sprint).

·        We hosted our OSB spring cookout at Casa de Gaal. That was fun.

·        The sprint triathlon went better than expected. Except it was a wee bit chilly. I warmed up with lots of internal whining in the cold lake. Once I started, I realized what racing feels like when you haven’t been swimming. It hurts. Like my arms just noodle-slipped through the water after 300 yards because my lats were all “what the heck do you think YOU’RE doing?!” In conclusion, my swim was pretty bad, but with a longer transition run and my usual speedy transitions, I caught up a lot. Off on the bike, I felt surprisingly good. Even Marty said he was impressed with my bike. I chalk it up to prior years of biking finding their way out. Got onto the run and didn’t feel very snappy. Probably the swim/bike took it out of me. At the turn around I realized I could probably catch the 1^st place girl if I put a little effort into it. Mind battle ensued (but ugh it’s going to hurt). I decided to run really hard for 3-4 min and see what happened. I passed her and then let off the gas a little bit so I wouldn’t implode and won the race. That was a surprise.

·        Then back to Ocean Isle Beach for a little pre-summer vacay/long weekend again. We have nice friends that let us use their beach house. Tassie and Logan had a lot of fun. So did Marty and Bri.

·        Our first open water swim race was held the next weekend out at Jordan Lake (same location as the Raleigh 70.3). It was very popular again (thanks, Ironman!). The weather was less than desirable with lots of wind from a Tropical Storm off the coast which made the water a bit washing machine like. I actually got to participate in this one as we had a handful of volunteers not racing. I didn’t actually think the chop was THAT bad, but I know I’ve been doing open water swimming for a very, very long time.  Shoot, one of my first sprint triathlons was down in Jupiter, Florida when Hurricane Hugo was heading up the east coast. NO WAY that swim would’ve gone off nowadays. But back then? Eh. Ya’ll are fine. Anyways, I had a few more swim sessions under my belt since the Beaverdam (1x week, 1500 yards) and boom. Felt much better.

·        We were supposed to go up to DC this past weekend (Thu – Sun) to celebrate 11 years of wedded bliss as well as see our good friends who currently (but not for much longer) living there. However, dude at work decided to resign and I was tasked with taking his biggest, most complicated, most hands-on project and was not able take the time away. So that stunk, but alas, we shall forge ahead. Mom-in-law was on a non-transferrable flight so she was here and freed some of our time. What do we do instead? The Cary Duathlon. 2.5mile run/18.5 bike/2.5mile run.  Another fun race, tons of our friends, and a beautiful morning.  I finished 2^nd and Marty won his age group. Then we had a nice dinner and movie out that night.

There are lots of pictures that go with all these bullet points but too lazy to find them and post them. Maybe for another blog post, which is hopefully quicker than 1.5 months.

Wrightsville Beach Half Marathon

Short Report: I didn’t break 1:30 which was my pretty arbitrary goal. But I still had a fun time in Wrightsville, ended up winning the 35-39 age group (when did I get so old) and getting a growler for my efforts which was promptly filled with yummy beer.

Long Report: Heidi picked me up Saturday afternoon and drove us down to Wrightsville Beach.  We picked up our packets, checked into our hotel (Blockade Runner – sketchy on the outside, great on the inside) and then got a beer at the Lighthouse Beer & Wine store before dinner. We were in bed early and both actually got a decent night’s sleep which doesn’t always happen the night before a race in a new bed.  We were up bright dark and early as the race started at 6:45 am. Our hotel was about 1 mile from the start so we jogged down there for our warmup.  Everything was really easy and smooth.

So. Goals. I had picked 1:30 way back in the fall because why not.  My PR from the last time I tried to race a half marathon was from the Disney Half Marathon in Jan 2010 where I ran a 1:25:52.  Prior to that, I had run a 1:31 at the end of a half Ironman and 1:33 in Sydney, Australia when we lived there for 4 months and I wasn’t even truly training for the distance. But a lot has changed since then and those times are in the past.  1:30 seemed like a really hard stretch goal for me at this point and it was.  When I did pace work in my long runs I would sometimes hit that (6:52 per mile) but often I wouldn’t. Or I could hit it, but couldn’t sustain it for a many miles. Sometimes I was able to string together some miles that were under that pace. My training definitely didn’t indicate that I would be able to break that 1:30 barrier, but it wasn’t going to stop me from doing what I could during my workouts. I wasn’t frustrated or anything, it just wasn’t there.  I average around 20-25miles a week – this is not a lot, and I think I do pretty good with what I can get in.  Having a half marathon in the spring is a perfect goal for me because the distance scares me just enough.  Anyone who has been around me for any length of time knows I DO NOT like long distance races. I love 5Ks and the occasional 10ks. But those don’t scare me. Signing up for a half marathon would get me out of bed and out the door when it’s 30 degrees and raining. Or out the door for a 12 mile run with 6 of it at goal pace. It’s not easy to train through a winter but this was my way of keeping some semblance of shape.

I lined up with my athlete, Ali, who is a great runner and was also trying to break 1:30.  At first we were right next to the 1:30 pacer, but he seemed a bit back so we moved up so weren’t feeling so claustrophobic. The race itself was pretty anti-climactic. We started off just under what would be 1:30 pace and I was able to hold on until mile 9. I knew I was pushing it a bit to keep that up and that’s when the wheels started falling off.  I had a pretty low point at mile 10 but was able to mentally get myself out of it and rallied for the final 2 miles.  Rallied meaning I didn’t slow down anymore, not that I actually picked it up :) The finish was one of those cruel ones where you are right there but then they  make you run an little extra loop to actually cross the line.  My feet were killing me by this time (I’m thinking I’m going to lose 2 toenails this time around) and my quads were also screaming. My calves, which were always on the verge of cramping the last 3 miles held out (thank you calves).  My final time was right around 7:00 pace. This was not an easy 7min pace with how I ended up running it. I’m pretty sure had I gone out at that pace the whole thing would’ve been pretty comfortable, but where’s the fun in that? Races are supposed to hurt.

I was able to pretty quickly find some friends and catch a ride back to the hotel. I  showered, ate a little, then drove Heidi’s car back to the finish so I could catch her when she finished the marathon (she qualified for Boston with over 10min to spare!).  Everything about this race was easy, from logistics to the course – I have zero complaints.  If you want a fast half or full marathon with plenty of spectators and a nice venue, here it is.  I would say most will admit that the course itself is a bit boring, but most are also looking for a fast time. We both won beer growlers, which is quite a unique award. I doubt many people have their own growler that says 'Award Winner' on it!

After getting our awards, we packed up back at our hotel and then filled our new growlers with beer at the Lighthouse Beer & Wine Store.  We were back in Raleigh just a little 24 hours after we had left, tired, happy, and glad to see our families.

 

 

Is it spring yet?

My last blog was about a month ago, talking about the fun relay Marty and I did with the Klaitman’s. Since then I’ve been plugging along with my training for the Wrightsville Beach half marathon. I’ve made it to the track a few times for some actual speedwork, and got the long run up over my typical comfort level of 10 miles.  I did one 14 miler and a few 11-12 milers.  Our February weather sucked at the end of the month so some of the runs were spent dodging ice and snow and one particularly awful run was in freezing rain. At least I had Heidi with me who always keeps the conversation going.  Our temperatures were way below normal and I think everyone was done with winter by the end of the month.  Our winters are typically mild so if you give us a few weeks in a row of days that don’t get out of the 30’s we’re all sorts of cranky down here.

My original goal for the half marathon has been to get back under 1:30.  I think I have a shot, but it will be tough.  I’ve been running 3-4 times a week which isn’t a ton, but with other parts of ‘life’ it is difficult for me to get in much more. Personally, long runs can be very hard, and although my race-pace portions have not indicated that I will actually run under 1:30, overall I’ve been handling the distance much better than I have in the past.  I also ran a 5K this past weekend where I (very surprisingly) ran a 19:10 on a hilly course.  Several months ago I was having trouble even getting close to breaking 20min and when I warmed up on the course and saw the hills I inwardly groaned that here comes another 20:30ish blah. The course didn’t have any mile markers set out and I didn’t wear a garmin so I had zero knowledge of my pace until I made the final turn towards the finish line and saw it was in the low 19’s. Sweet.

I literally did a 4min cooldown and then jumped back in the car so we could shower and get ready for the rehearsal of Rita’s wedding. Rita has been featured throughout mine and Marty’s blog as

‘the best babysitter ever’ and she had asked Logan to be one of her ring bearers.

Rehearsing with the lovely bride and the other ring bearer

The wedding was the next afternoon and after dressing Logan in his outfit (where he told me: you hurt me mommy. The pants hurt my legs) I asked if I could take his picture.  This is what I got.

Luckily he rose to the occasion and did a great job when it came time to walk down the aisle.

Like a boss

And some other pictures:

My boys

When Tassie's naughty, she'll rip up one little sheet of toilet paper. This is her guilty look.

Logan hanging with all the pretty ladies before the wedding


 

Freezing rain run DONE