Back to my roots....

This past weekend I got to head back to my college town of Reno.  I was so excited for this trip for may reasons:

I got to see my college, its been 12 years! And Mark got to see my college. Oh the memories!

We spent the majority of our time in Tahoe.

Running trails.

Swimming at North Star.

Hanging out with friends.

Seeing my BFF Kelley!

Meeting new friends. 

And preparing for Ironman Tahoe and camp next year.

Scouting out the course....I really want to tell you all about it, but am concerned it will change...so will save for a later date, but it will be FAST if it stays as published.

If you got signed up for this you are signed up for one amazingly epic day!!!!

But most importantly we went to our friends Karissa and Todd's wedding at Martis Camp. Thank you for letting us share in your special day!

We had an amazing trip and are excited to add this venue to our travel plans a few times over next year.

I am happy to say that I logged a total of 3 hours of training last week. Progress!

One of the great lap pools at North Star. 6 miles to race start.

Kings Beach. Iroman Tahoe race start!

Trails at North Star.

The Marker Wedding at Martis Camp.


 

Resting.....

This disease is no joke and it is unbelieveable to me that it can be so destructive in such a short time frame. Bed rest for me.....Dr B (Dr Bohorfoush, just try to pronounce that, best gastro ever!) was right when he said I was on a tipping point, I believed him....but still like to believe in being invincible on most days.  Being ordered to rest is harder than being told to go do an ironman.  Ironman easy, rest hard. 



Loving to ride.......Being in the moment.....



This flare up started about 3 weeks ago.  I had stopped taking immuran (250mg) because I was sleeping my life away.  2-3 hour naps,daily (yes, who has time for that!) just don't seem acceptable, especially on these gorgeous Seattle summer days.  The doctor agreed, but made me book an appointment six weeks post stopping the medicine.  Low and behold 6 weeks marked the signs of being sick. Dang, he is always right! Give me the naps and let me be ME.

 I have been ordered immuran again and nasty prednisone (still on humira too). The puffy face and hair loss have begun.  The good thing is I think we have caught this one soon enough that, so long as I listen and obey then my days in the hospital could be at zero, the doctor threatened yesterday...not funny!   I have lost near 5 pounds and staying hydrated is a big challenge, so exercise is a no-go. Seriously sore from just "being" at the current moment.



Ready to leave this flare behind me.......

My hopes are that these meds kick in during the next couple weeks and I will be able to resume my daily activities, you know, work, eat, exercise.....seems so minor but I can't see myself watching a whole other season of "Million Dollar Listing", "Dance Moms","Kardashians"and maybe a little bit of that "Toddlers and Tiaras". We are going to go broke with the On Demand Rentals. Oh, the guilty pleasures. But someone once said "if it provides pleasure then you should never feel guilty". Right?! (of course they are not aware of my shopping habits!) Really I am losing brain cells! But I am willing to sacrifice a month or two of training and racing if it means I can get back to some normalcy sooner than later.

 

Theres is a lot of debating and contemplating going on in my head at this point, but I am just going to stay positive and chalk this flare up as a reminder that I  need to be extra careful with this body I am given and keep looking forward.

Up next is a lovely wedding in Tahoe and being an official spectator at Leadman 250....someday I look forward to that race, it sounds so EPIC!



Looking forward to chasing my shadow again soon!

To all those racing, enjoy your day and appreciate your health!  Nothing can be taken for granted.  I will be diligently tracking the races online while creating a permanent booty mold on my sofa. Who knows I may take up ceramics!

Seattle Danskin 2012 Race Report

I have a little soft spot for this race.  This was my first triathlon ever in 2001.  I was a newbie who borrowed a bike, put on bike gloves, fretted over getting lost and just wanted to try something new since graduating from college. 



1st triathlon-Danskin ever. Don't laugh too hard....yikes!!!

I never thought that this one event would "have me at hello".  I remember watching the elite wave,  idolizing the winner, and someday wanting to be like them.  I made it a goal of mine to one day win this race.  I raced elite the following year, and the one after that, and every year until 2008.   Each year hoping it would be "the year". I trained on the only hill on the run over and over knowing every crack and rivet on it since it was my weakest portion in the race. I looked up to all those girls that would win and just someday dreamed it would be me.

I cracked the top 10, I had flat tires, I was 3rd, I was 2nd.....

My first race there being a 1:24 (I think) and my fastest being 1:05, but never being the overall winner.

Hugging mom at finish.

Eventually Lake Stevens 70.3 started falling on the same weekend so I was cheering my heart out for TNM athletes racing there.   This year, however, LS moved up a month and my lifelong friend, Rebecca, messaged that she was going to do Danskin as her first triathlon and that sealed the deal for me.  I signed up immediately.

I went into this race with a ton of worry.  My UC had started flaring up the week prior and I had a doctors appointment on Wednesday and was told if I raced this could be my last race in a long while.  I only swam the week leading up, as that has the least amount of stress on my gut and was left resting, A LOT.  I chose to race on Saturday morning knowing that this just may be my first and last race ever.  Figured if I couldn't race this one I wouldn't be able to race the upcoming ones thereafter, so I went for it!  I wanted to fulfill my bucket list goal. 

Sunday arrived and I was calm, yet nervous with my gut issues.  I prayed it would hold up for a little over an hour...that was all I was asking. 

I was excited to have my mom and my in-laws and Mark there to watch.  They were able to watch the entire swim, even seeing me stop and "look" for the buoys.  It can be tough to site with kayaks in front of them.  But needless to say it was a smooth swim.  I popped out of the water with a 1:30 lead swimming the half a mile in a little over 10 minutes.

As I mounted the bike (smoother than LS I might add) the motorcyclist was waiting.  I had been in this spot many times before and just hoped that the ride would go smoothly. Mark  had gotten me a Zipp Disc for my birthday and I was excited to finally have the opportunity to ride the wheel.  My specialized Shiv road flawlessly and my Cyclops kept me honest.  The goal was to keep the power as high as possible.  I sipped on powerbar perform and had a Powergel midway through the ride back into Genesee Park.  The course was 11.5 miles (30:52)

The run was flat and fast and 3 miles even.  The out and back on Lake Washington Blvd was also lead by a motorcycle.  I hit the hill that I had trained on many times over and remembered how to run it and still have my legs for a final push to the chute. It was fun to have an escort and to have it all the way to the finish line. (21:25).  Finishing in 1:04.42.

It has taken me 11 years to finally cross that tape in first.  I was so relived, so happy, and reminded of just how far I have come since that first race in 2001.

With 2nd place Maddie Graham, 19 years old, whose mom has won Danskin too! She is going to go very far in this sport!

There are several girls out there in the same boat as me, doing Danskin for the first time and dreaming big.  My friend Rebecca smiled her way into the finish line and it was so great to share this day with her.  Keep dreaming and believing!

Fat Salmon 3'ish mile Race Report

"Where's Teresa?" Was a common phrase used at this last weekends Fat Salmon swim race.  This was my 4th year in a row of participating. Coming off last weekends race with a fantastic swim for me I hadn't put much thought into this one. I am experienced at this event. I won the first two years, got 4th last year with little training and this year was wanting to get back on top.

FS swim start. Photo from FS FB page.

I started out like any other swim race and 300 yards (thanks garmin 910 for the metrics) in something happened. I had been swimming comfortable right along side friend/coach Kainoa and a human flock came swimming at us from the side.  Immediately it felt like my wetsuit was a cotton sweater in the dry cycle, my goggles magically had black masking tape over them, and the lake was boiling.  I flipped to my back to try to end this frenzy when I saw the masses coming at me. I put pressure on myself that I had to regain my composure FAST, but it wasn't going away. Fellow lane mate at master workouts, Heather Bales, happened to stop and ask if I was okay.  Panically or manically saying "no" she helped wave support over and went on her way when they were coming to help.  Waiting for eternity for help I became a flailing fish alternating between tearing my wetsuit off and floating on my backside.

When the super-hero arrived I jumped on the surf board in tears of distress and endless words of trying to make this lifeguard somewhat believe that I "could" be normal.  In surfer-style he chilled, with my composure regained I questioned "well, now what?". 

Could I be paddled over to the one miler and try to do that? Or hop right back in the lake and finish up the event.....hmmm.... The lifeguard asked "Well, do you think you can catch up to the group?". Was that a challenge? :) 

I tackled putting the wetsuit back on while balancing on a surfboard. Meanwhile, the head lifeguard guru came over to check on me.  He knows me, I employed him at Seattle Athletic Club for years, he has been a kayak supporter for me and all the other triathletes for years. So it was a surprise to him to believe that I was the one absorbing his staff's time with my panic.

I plopped back in the water (10' later) and began my swim race.  Going from 1st (or very close to that place) to dead last in the matter of 1' was an eye opener.  I gave myself a few minutes to settle in and then decided I could start working hard, I felt safe, so off  to pass as many orange hats in the remaining miles ahead.

I did a lot of "soul searching" during this time. Trying to figure out what went wrong.  I wrapped my head around a few things:

1. I had not gone through my normal race planning/visualization. I had taken my swim for granted, never really thinking that the "race" could be over in the first 5'. Next time I will make sure I put myself in the most safe place for me and prepare my mind for the worst.  Proper planning is key to success.

2. When in a panic I made it worse because I couldn't get back to swimming soon enough.  The take-away- IF this ever happens again I will take my time, focus on my breathing and calming myself.  The episode MAY not have lasted as long had I been patient with the process.

3. Stress. The day leading up my mind was occupied. I had not slept much either. And not that the sleep was the culprit, but the busy mind may have been a factor.  When the panic set in my mind was literally telling my body "I will NOT but up with this stress the next hour of this race". It really did say that!  It literally forced my body to stop racing. Moving forward- I will keep my mind calm and minimize unnecessary stress knowing that it WILL effect my race.

Open water swimming is stressful, it is challenging, and it takes a strong mind to get through the start, pace properly and deal with all the blows, bells, and whistles.  My body showed up but mind was not in the game.

As the event continued I also was thankful for the episode, thankful I was capable of getting back in, thankful of the experience to make me stronger for next years event, and hoping that my experience will be a lesson to many.

Throughout the three miles I paid more attention to landmarks, to sighting, to finding direct paths to make me stronger in years to come. I searched for Webb and swam alongside him a bit.  I swam into the finish as strong as ever and knew that today's event was a life-changer for me. 

Finish line!  Made it! Photo from Dave Johnson

Athletes and friends were wondering "where" I had been, and "why" I was not in sooner.  Let this be a lesson that on some days your game plan can change in an instant and crossing the line is sometimes the biggest accomplishment no matter what the clock reads.

Thank you to Liz Rosen at Fat Salmon for another amazing event, well organized, fun, supported and a sell-out each year! And congratulations to all the fish out there.

Fat Salmon....I will be back!

Lake Stevens 70.3 Race Report 2012

Excellence is the gradual result of always striving to do better- Pat Riley

Lake Stevens swim course. Photo by Joey Compton.

I ALWAYS try to look at the positives with every race, although, I was quite disappointed in Hawaii.  I could come up with several reasons as to why it was such a low, but I chose to take away from it the improvements.

If every race were perfect we would never learn, never have much more desire and never find that extra little bit that drives us one step further.

I made some changes to my training post-Hawaii. Nothing too big, just more swim focus (frequency, not in volume) and more bike focus.  I had a REAL agenda going into Lake Stevens, quite simply,it looked something like this:

#1 Give the swim everything, from the get go.  Prove to myself that I can swim and RACE.

#2 Give the bike all I got.  Watts higher than Hawaii.

#3 Run with whatever I had left and aim for sub 8’s.

(This is not how I typically race. This was actually thought out and planned as my run fitness would pretty much land me the same no matter how I paced on the bike….it’s the truth J)

Swim: SUCCESS.

TYR Freak of Nature!

I feel this was my best swim race of my ENTIRE triathlon career yet and it was in my all-time favorite wetsuit the TYR Freak of Nature. My plan was to not get punched…yes, I had decided I was going to control this. And to put my head down, swim my heart out and never let up. I changed my normal plan and had my gel 15' (instead of 10') before the start and went without the caffeine, this helped in not making me feel nauseous from the get-go.  I started my watch when the pro men left (2 minutes early) so I had nothing to think about but waiting for the gun. I put my head down for 12 supa-dupa-fast strokes (4 more than normal) and took my first breathe and no one was beside me.  Hallelujah!!!! I went straight for the buoy cable and swam right on top of it. I imagined it as a pool lane line and remained dead-center over it.  Knowing each and every stroke was moving me directly forward.  I would sight every-so-often and decide how many strokes to the next buoy, count them out, site, move to the right and then get right back on the cable.  At the pro meeting they told us that the “direct path” was not to follow the buoys on the way in. So as soon as I could see the finish “arch” I moved over and aimed for it. I knew someone was on my feet around the lake as I would get a few taps on the toes here and there.  With the final few yards to go Tenille Hoogland put the hammer down and came out first (she had an amazing come-back race placing 2^nd overall for the day!). I was so happy to really feel like I could swim again!!!!  The biggest highlight was the face plant I did coming out of the water….oops.

T1: Spent forever in trying to get my wetsuit over my garmin….grrr!!!

Bike: SUCCESS!

Photo Courtesy of Kevin Tu

If I pushed my hardest the whole ride I could hold a HR of 158-160.  I did this for the first hour and then my body was FROZEN. I kept aiming for my cadence goal as I watch my HR dip further and further south as my body was becoming an icicle in motion. I started counting down the time to get off the bike.  2 hours, 1:30, 2x30’, 30’….etc. My body stiffening, descending in rain, and thinking I would be pulled from the race was not how I wanted to feel on this ride.  I continued to give it my all, being aware that my hydration was low because I was way too cold to drink.  The conversation between my chattering teeth and my mind were not agreeing. Beth Walsh passed in the final 10’ish miles and it forced me to have a self-talk of a lil’ “suck it up sista”.  Not enough fluid and 6 yummy Powerbar gels later, the dismount line was in site. The ride was a huge improvement, holding 10 watts higher than Hawaii and the highest ever since my return.  The goal was to be stronger and I was!

Photo by Joey Compton

Run: SUCCESS!

I felt great the first 2 miles but my gut forced me to the port-o-let for a couple minutes at mile 3. From there on I just stuck with my goal of trying to hold sub-8’s which would be a huge improvement over Hawaii. And that I did. My gut was not happy which I normally do not experience as much in a half but with my choice-lack-of-fluids on the bike I couldn't expect perfection.  In the last two miles I tuned out everything and ran my fastest miles of the day.

Soaking up the final stretch!

To say I am happy is the truth, to say I am content….absolutely not.  The flame is burning deep inside, there is more.

I have never, race a local BIG race where we have tons of TNM athletes racing. Choosing to do this one since I had not raced Lake Stevens since 2007 and I really wanted that home-town feel…beyond euphoric. With 23 TNM athletes on the course and a team tent full of amazing supporters I was beaming.  TNM family….you rock!

TNM LOVE!!! Photo by Joey Compton

Striving. Believing.Dreaming.

Thank you to TYR for the amazing gear-goggles to site, a comfy wetsuit, and cozy racing gear- this girl could not ask for anything more!
To Powerbar for keeping me fueled, recovered, and a little less hungry!
To Cyclops for the power to see the power!
To Gerks and Specialized for the bike that is smooth!
To Rudy Project for keeping my head and eyeballs safe!
To Zoot for the non-blister, light, colorful shoes that keep my feet happy!
To Seattle Athletic Club downtown for the massages, the amazing trainers (pilates and Kurt Kinetic) and the healthy enviroment I get to be in all year-round!
To lululemon for the super sporty-girly outfits to keep me running!
To 110% and Recovery boots for keeping my legs from screaming at me!
To all my coaches for just being YOU!
To my TNM-family....you inspire!
To my friends, family, and husband....I love you!

Friday Night Swim Race Race Report

Long overdue indeed.

I love this race.  Lots of TNM participants, low-key, very well organized (Thank you Raise the Bar), and my favorite sport, really can't ask for much more.

We left super-early to beat traffic to Kent on a Friday night.

Which gave me plenty of time to “think” about the race,  I’ll admit, B and C races I don’t put too much thought into, just go in and give it all I got…or something of that sort.  But there is something about the smaller races that also make me more nervous than the bigger ones. So in “thinking” out loud to Mark  I had a lot to go over:



Positive thinking:

Hawaii swimming days!

*I had put in a ton of swimming in Hawaii (Linsey you rock)and beyond and was feeling strong in the water.

*I love swimming.

*Great practice race.

*I love racing!

Race Strategy:

*Start out conservative

*Pace myself with the group/people I am comfortable swimming with.

*Build and then “hang on”

*"If it is super close, you sprint to the finish" (that was Mark’s advice!).

I lined up for the start with the New TYR Freak of Nature. So comfy! I was alongside my husband and 3 other soon to be TNM Ironman CDA finishers.  I knew there was a strong field in the group. Mike who attends the swim classes I teach at Seattle Athletic Club downtown and my friend/teammate Linsey who is one tough cookie.  When the going gets tough this girl can dig deep like no one I have ever seen.  She just happened to swim 3 (yes 3!) open water swim miles that morning in prep for her upcoming 11 mile swim race.

Mike and Linsey post-race

I am never one to start out sprinting, make me incredibly nauseous, so I put up with people yanking at my feet while they sprint the first 100 or 200 or whatever yards.  About mid-way through the first straight-a-way through a two loop course the petting of my feet stopped and I could see someone  ahead, whom had picked a totally different route of swimming the course.  I stayed directly in line with the buoys.  I figured at this point that swimmers would be on my feet and I kept it conservative trying to stay in my comfortable place so I could use my matchsticks for later.   Rounding the first turn buoy I did a quick check and could see some swimmers behind, but none right on my feet. Phew…this helped settle me a bit so I could swim at my own pace without the pressure of others. I kept my sights on the one swimmer ahead.  I knew the stroke but I swore it was Linsey.  1^st loop I checked my watch around 26’. Never super accurate as I always start my watch early to be ready for the gun to go off AND I can’t do math and race at the same time. But this is where I had “estimated” I would be so knew I was swimming solid. Loop two I started making ground on the swimmer ahead and had small vision of possibly winning. After the final turn buoy I really gave it what all I had left and could feel my face burning hot and my fingertips going tingly numb.



Laura and I.

I popped out of the water as second swimmer, and found the first swimmer was Mike the whole time.  I had won overall women afterall.  I know if Miss Linsey were not swimming over 16 miles that week that this would have been a much closer race and I am excited to see her flourish in just a few short weeks at her big event!



I was lucky to meet Laura who is a fabulously strong swimmer and triathlete, but it was her kindness and sweet smile that stuck me the most.  She had an awesome swim winning herself a cinnamon roll that looks to-die for!

Thanks to RTB for the fabulous fun event and the super yummy 40 pound pie!  With Mark a few weeks away from CDA it didn’t disappear within 2 days like last year!

Hawaii 70.3 Race Report and Rainbows

"The way I see it, if you want to see the rainbow, sometimes you gotta put up with the rain." -Dolly Parton

I have pondered this race report for days now. Mixed emotions on all accounts but trying to use logic over feelings to decipher where I am, where I am going, and how far I have come.

I am still searching, reaching and striving for "that moment". That moment that comes around only a few times in a lifetime where you know you have put your heart and soul and every inch of your mind and body into something and have finally arrived to that "dream" moment. In no way did I expect Hawaii 70.3 to be that day. In fact, it showed me just how much further I have to go, scary and exciting all at the same time.

My body has shown improvements in all three disciples, in fact I raced to my absolute fitness potential on that day in terms of numbers (watts/HR/pace).  I really couldn't have asked for a better day. This excites me. Although, when reaching for the stars I actually wanted to touch the moon.

S/B/R report:

The swim started off brutal for me. The first 10 seconds landed me kicked in the eye, swinging arms in the face, the timing chip unhooked, my cap moved from its "comfortable position", and my watch being unhooked.  Yep, turned over on my back twice to fix the goggles and some other small items.  Pack be gone...I didn't care.  By the first buoy I was caught up and swimming with friends in a somewhat "easy" effort, I didn't want to make any pass here because the water was ferocious and knew I would just be working 10 times harder to swim the same pace.  After the final turn (not sure where a yellow buoy showed up, they were all red at the start) I picked it up on the final stretch.

The bike was challenging for me.  This is where I need to make some huge improvements (that will help with the run too). I was slow to get on my bike and rode solo for a very, very, very long time.  Seeing the other pro girls up ahead.  Climbing to Hawi I am not sure I really paid attention to what I was doing but was more concerned on how the heck I was going to get back down with the wind and the rain (ie:slippery roads).  Yep, I was scared out of my mind.  Hence spending very little time in aero and much more time sitting up, talking and singing to myself out loud ("The Voice" should be calling for audition requests soon soon). I have never wanted to run so bad in my life!

The run actually surprised me.  No, not my time, but the fact that I felt strong throughout, my heart rate was in its perfect spot and I never let up the entire run. Even when the winds had me feeling like I was watching "The Bachelorette" on the treadmill I was still able to find some humor and enjoy the moment.  Seeing the man who sees me struggle, flourish, and dream-big waiting for me at the other end of the finish line made the race that much more worthwhile.

I was happy to finish knowing I put out a strong effort, knowing I raced to my current capabilities. 

What I need the most work on is my mental state. The nerves,the pressure, the uneasiness I feel before, during and after a race are much different.  Things that used to come "easy" are much more of a challenge.  I need practice racing, and getting outside of my mental comfort zone. Therefore I have lots of races ahead.  I will conquer this!

I question-how much longer to be back where I was, to surpass where I was, how much harder do I need to work, I am reminded of having to be patient, I self-doubt, I question my abilities, and then wake up the next day with the fire in my belly, knowing what I am capable of, what I can achieve, and where I am striving to be. 

Thank you to all those that continue to help me, guide me, and support me!  TYR, Gerk's Cycles, TN Multisports, Powerbar, Rudy Project, Cyclops, Lululemon, Seattle Athletic Club, 110%, Recovery Boots, Curt, Dr Perry, Justin, Mom and Mark!  Because of you, dreams will come true!

"The soul would have not rainbow, had the eyes no tears" -John V. Cheyney