Spudman Triathlon and Kindness

That is me in the green and blue, in the background. The biker is my friend, Alice.

Spudman 2010! I can't believe it was here, and now is gone. This summer has flown by. It is funny how my summer is kind of defined by the Spudman. So much of what I do in the summer is determined by the Spudman. Now that the race is over, I feel like summer is over; but lucky me, I still have another month until school starts. Maybe even another triathlon before the season is over. I have never done more then one in a season (okay, I have done a short little tri besides the Spudman the last two years, but it is not really a race.??? I guess it is, but I don't consider it one.)

How did I do, you ask? Depends on who you are. Some may say I should not even run, because there is no chance for me to win. Others may think I am Superwoman, just because I finished. All that matters is what I think, I think I did well, but could be so much better....

I love the whole feeling of the Spudman event. It starts for me Friday morning. I know they are setting up for the event, so I have to drive to the park. It is an amazing transformation there. Porta-potties like you wouldn't believe line the park. Tables and chairs, fences and booths start to fill up the grass. Then about 10:00, the roads start to fill with cars littered with bikes. There are cars with bikes on top, cars with bikes on back, and cars with bikes inside. I don't know what I think is so great about seeing those cars, but it is an amazing site. Soon, the parks all around are filled with tents and campers. I am in awe at those people who sleep in a tent, then run that race the next day. Many have small children....sleep??? I guess most people don't sleep much the night before anyway, too many nerves. (I do not have this problem.)

Packet pickup and the carbo loading dinner are also exciting to me. There is something so energizing about so many people talking and anticipating the same event. People are comparing notes, bragging about past events, and making excuses for why they will not do there best the next day. I love to listen to these conversations. I don't mean to eavesdrop, but I can't help to listen to people's reasons for running, worries about the race, and expectations for the next day. So many people with the same goal in sight.

Choosing where to place your belongings in the transitions is also an interesting task. Everyone has their ideas of the best way to do this. My strategy this year was to just get out of the transitions with everything I needed. I got a great spot for both the bike and run transition. I felt good.

As I said, I do not have a problem sleeping the night before, and had a good night's sleep. We headed out to the race about 6:00. My brother Don raced also, so we had our dad take us in to drop us off. We headed to T1 (transition 1 where you come out of the water and get your bike.) to check our bikes, and leave our gear. Last year Don had a flat tire, and almost didn't get to race. This year, no problems. I try to take my time, and not rush before the event, because feeling rushed really gets my nerves going. Many people used my pump before we left, and many well wishes were exchanged. It was nearly 7:00 by the time we left the transition area. raced at 7:30 and Don raced at 8:10. The cars really get backed up between T1 and the start, so it took us a few minutes to get to the drop off. By the time we got to the park, the were starting wave 2, it was 7:10. I had 20 minutes. All of a sudden, I felt rushed. I still needed to put up my running stuff in T2 (end of bike, start of run. T1 and T2 are in two different places.), go to the bathroom (very important to do, and the wait time can be tremendous, even with 50+ porta-potties.), and put on my wetsuit. Those 20 minutes rushed by, and by the time I got to the water, there was 2 minutes left. I said a little prayer, slid into the water, and got ready to swim.

My swim is slow, and this year much slower, even though some amazing person gave me a brand new wet suit. (21:40ish)My transition was slow also (4:18). I flipped all my stuff all over when I grabbed my towel (next year I will just put my towel on top) and stuffed my helmet in my gear bag, then had to try to fish it out. But then I was off. I grabbed my bike and ran to the bike start. I love to bike, but my odometer was not working, so I had no idea how fast or far I was going. I just rode, and loved it. I passed a lot of people. Less then ten men passed me, and no women. It is amazing how fast those guys can pass you. You can even hear them coming up behind you, and they sound fast. I thought a couple times as I passed someone, "I bet I sound fast." I guess you can always dream. I passed a couple women who decided they were not going to let me pass them, and they sped up to pass me again. I love it when they do that, it gives me extra energy. Anyway, needless to say, I blew them away. I cruised into T2, left my bike, and grabbed my race number. It was only when I got outside the T2 area that I realized I still had on my helmet. (Not the first time this has happened, I am an idiot.) Anyway, I snatched it off and left it at the aid station. I was off. I felt slow on the run, and had more women pass me then I remember other years. The first two miles I felt okay. Mile three had me thinking the run was going by pretty fast. Then, between three and four I got a little tired. Four to five, I just kept telling myself, run to the aid station (it was at mile five). I walk through the water stations, so I kept telling myself, water=walk, water=walk. Usually, this is where my body takes down my brain, and I walk. However, this time, I made it to the water station. One cup of water over my head, one in my mouth, and I was off. I decided it was time to run. One mile and I was finished. I took off (not as fast as I thought, I am sure) and finally felt pretty good. I started passing people who had passed me between mile 4 and 5, and then even passed some of those women who passed me at the first of the race (even the Hammer women who looked like she was invincible). Just when I thought I would have to give up, I saw people I knew running the other way, Don, my cousin Carl, some of the boys from our scout group. After too many good jobs (I can't believe how much energy telling someone good job can take.) I was on the last hill. It is downhill, so I ran. The finish line.....yeah for me! 2:31. (55:04 run). Not my best time, but I will take it. I felt great though, and can't wait til next year. Reflections later about what I learned about myself, and how I will get faster. This post is already too long.

I do, however, need to celebrate. Today I celebrate anyone who has done something kind for another. I mentioned earlier how someone had given me a wetsuit. This was my 6th Spudman, and I have considered buying a wetsuit many times, however, I can never justify it. Well, last Thursday, my friend stopped by with a box. She told me she had been given instruction to give it to me, take a picture, and never tell who had given it to her. I couldn't imagine what it could be. I opened it, and still had no idea. It was something in a bag. Then I opened the bag and was floored. I could tell as soon as I opened it what it was. I am not good at accepting things from others, especially something so expensive. I was in awe. I don't think I have ever felt like that before, and I know I have never received a better present. I think it was the whole fact that I never expected it, and had done nothing to deserve it. It was one of the most amazing moments of my life. I feel so undeserving and so grateful. It is amazing what a small act of kindness can do for another. I know you all have done kind acts in your lives, and I thank all of you. You may not have done this for me, but you have done others things for me, and for other people. THANK YOU! I love to hear about acts of kindness, what is one kind act someone has done for you?

Thursday evening: 5 miles; basketball
Friday: 4 miles
Saturday: 20 mile bike; 5.75 mile run
Monday: 10.5 mile
Tuesday: 20 mile bike
Wednesday: off
Thursday: 26 mile bike easy, 4 mile run, basketball
Friday: 5K race 23:27
Saturday: 8 miles

Summer has been crazy, without much time for anything but the essentials. I have trained pretty hard the last two weeks, and even got a decent bike in on Tuesday night. I didn't do any real bricks last week, but did do three the week before. Iwill be up in the mountains the next few days for a family reunion and hope to get in some workouts. It gets hard with so many people around. Duty calls!

Fast v. Fun

Monday: 8 miles
Tuesday: 11 miles bike, 4 miles run; 35 miles bike very eay pace
Wednesday: 4 mile
Thursday: 20 mile bike very easy pace

I just got done riding with a women's group. It was a lot of fun. I am still freezing, though, enough that I can barely type. I enjoy riding so much, because it is so social for me. I love being able to talk to adults. A good conversation while on a ride is pretty hard to beat.

As much as I love to talk and ride, I have been a little anxious about my training. I haven't ridden hard yet on a Tuesday night ride. We have a big group ride on Tuesdays, and this is usually my "fast" ride. I haven't really rode fast yet, and was a little discouraged. I have had a lot of fun riding these rides though, and have meant some great people. There is always time to ride fast, but not always time to learn about another person. I need to remember this more often.

Tuesday was also my first brick work. Brick work is when you do more then one activity in a day. Usually, for me, it consists of riding and then running. I felt pretty good on the run. I don't even remember that rubber feeling of the legs that is usual for the first mile. Can't wait to do my next brick.

My baby is awake! Real quickly, I would like to celebrate meeting new people. Everyone has a unique story of how they started running (or exercise of choice), I love to hear them. I started running to lose weight. I remember telling myself in high school that I would never be out of shape, and definately never be fat. 10 years and three kids later, I was both. I didn't even realize how bad I was until I started exercising. My reasons evolved from there, and now I exercise for sanity, for control, for improvement, and for many more reasons. What motivated you to start running?

One may go a long way after one is tired.

French Proverb

Wednesday: 6 1/2-7 miles

I almost missed a great run last night. It got to be 8:30, and I was tired. I decided to run for awhile, thinking I would have my husband pick me up if the weather turned worse. He suggested instead I run at the track, which I did. I hate running on the track when I have further than 4 miles, it just seems like forever. Anyway, the first three miles were brutal. Finally, on lap 13, my muscles loosened and my lungs opened, and I could run. Just goes to show, sometimes, you have to run further to make it easier. Seems so backwards, that running more will make that run that day easier, but it is true. (Did that even make sense?) I ended up running a mile further than I first planned. I love those days. I even run fast the last 800.

I don't have anymore time, I have things to accomplish. I will expand on the following quote later. Kind of ironic, isn't it.

Don't let the fear of the time it will take to accomplish something

stand in the way of your doing it.

The time will pass anyway;

we might just as well put that passing time

to the best possible use.

Earl Nightingale.

Change

Wednesday: 6 miles
Thursday: Can't remember
Friday: 2 mile warm-up, 3x800, 1/2 mile cool down
Saturday: 30 miles bike tool shed and back
Monday: 4 miles pushing Jayci
Tuesday: 20 miles bike Burger King

Change is the essence of life.

Be willing to surrender what you are

for what you could become.

author unknown

I was on vacation, and have been home now for a week. I just haven't had time to recap since school was out. I did not get out much while vacationing. I did run 6 miles one day in the most wonderful rain I have ever been in. Wow!

Truthfully, I don't have much to report right now. I have decided that I definitely need to stretch, and I mean good stretch, a few days a week. I have always been very flexible, but when I first started exercising, I was coaching tumbling, and stretching 2 times a week. It is amazing how much flexibility I have lost. I imagine that I am like the tin man in the wizard of oz before he gets oiled, creaky and stiff. Stretching is like oiling a machine, it allows the joints to move more freely. I truly believe it makes a difference. However, it is just one more thing in the list of things to do, and often gets left out. Mental note, stretch!

I had a friend and a cousin that each ran their first 5K last Saturday. They did so great. My cousin called me when she finished, and was so proud, as well she should be. I tell you, it is amazing. They ran 3.1 miles, and are alive to tell about it. I was so excited for both of them, I can feel their happiness. There is something so wonderful about working towards a goal you once thought impossible, and achieving it. I think that is why running becomes so addictive to some. It is kind of a test of strength, physical and mental. It is nice to be able to control something when so many things in life leave us feeling out-of-control.

Today I would like to celebrate change. Change is something I have found hard all of my life. I like to have things stay the same, to know what to expect. Arnold Bennett said, "A change, even a change for the better, has its drawbacks and discomforts." I fear those discomforts. However, change is inevitable. It seems like the times I dread change the most, is the times the change has been the best for me. I have new neighbors who just moved in on Saturday. I think of the change they are dealing with, new friends, new community, new schools. They are in such unfamiliar territory. That is a huge discomfort and drawback to me. I am glad I am not them. This kind of change terrifies me. But on the other hand, I am somewhat jealous of them, it is a new adventure, and new chance to grow and stretch. Changes grows a man (or woman in this case.) I need to be willing to surrender what I am now for what I can become. Running helps me realize this, I am becoming something I once thought impossible. I run today to surrender the former me so I can become what I am meant to be in the future. Keep running!

The Truth Behind Me

Monday: 6 miles
Tuesday: 20 miles bike
Wednesday: 13/4 miles; 2x800' (3:29, 3:34); 13/4 miles
Thursday: 5k weights

Yesterday I ran in the rain. It was more of a drizzle than a real rain, but I loved it. Running in the rain when it is not too cold is wonderful. As I headed home, the sun was coming out and hitting the tops of the trees. There was a rainbow; it was all beautiful. I stopped for a couple minutes, just to look at it.

I lifted at the school gym yesterday. As I was leaving, I looked in the trophy case, and saw the tribute they had to one of my friends in high school, Thais, who died in a car accident more then 12 years ago. I've seen this many times, but for some reason, I stopped and really looked. I don't know if it is because it is the end of the school year, and I kind of think about school then, or just what it was, but I got kind of emotional. Thais was an amazing athlete. She and I were inducted into our school's athletic hall of fame a few years back. Truthfully, there was no reason for me to be in the hall of fame, except for her. One of the plaques I read talked about how she would give up a shot so another girl could take it. It was true. She made me look good. I remember giving a speech at the hall of fame induction and thinking how I would have never been there, except Thais had already passed away prior to the hall of fame thing. Her uncle always said we made a great team. We worked together well on the basketball court, mainly because we had played together so long. But when it came down to it, I looked good because of her. I knew she was the one who really deserved all the glory. She was amazing.

Today, I would like to celebrate one who makes me look great today, my husband. He is a wonderful man. He works hard all day in a pretty much thankless job. He gives up doing things he loves so I can do things I love. He knows what buttons he can and cannot push. He treats me like a queen, even when I act like one. We make a good team, mainly because we have been together so long. But when it comes right down to it, I look good because of him. When people comment about how they don't know how I run and do all the things I do, I realize it is because of him. He makes me, well me. I will get to run today, because of him. I love you!

Determination

Saturday: 8 miles

I ran and I ran and I ran everyday,

and I acquired this sense of determination,

this sense of spirit that I would never, never give up,

no matter what else happened.

Wilma Rudolf

I headed out Saturday in the wind and cold. I decided a little cold never hurt anyone. I got about a mile out and noticed little snow flakes. I thought, "Hey, it is not too cold, and the snow is kinda pretty. This is great." It was just a small flurry, and I was quite enjoying it. Besides, I was running with the wind, and it felt warm. The flurry only lasted a second. I turned at mile two, and the wind was whipping, kind of a head/side wind, if you know what I mean. A half mile up ahead, I could see a wall of snow. It got closer and closer while the wind got stronger and stronger. As I got into the snow, I stopped to put my hat back on. It was blowing and snowing hard enough that it was hard to see. I turned around when I put my hat on to keep the snow out of my eyes, and contemplated turning around. Then the thought came to me, "How often do you get to run in the snow on May 22?" The answer, not very often. Infact, once a year at the most, but much less frequent than that even. I turned back around and ran on. I was slow, but determined. I proved that slow and steady does win the race, because I outran the snow. However, the wind was a different story. The last mile, I was running against the wind. I think it even pushed me backwards a couple of times. That definately gives new meaning to the term "negative splits."

Today I would like to celebrate determination. I am not always as determined as I should be. However, when I am determined, I can do anything. Determination is the key to success in anything we do. Sometimes, our goals seem impossible, but as Danny Paradise, a yoga instructor stated, "If you keep at it, one day something which at first appeared impossible will become merely something very difficult indeed." I really like this. I think somethimes, we think if we keep trying, it will be easy. He never says that, he only states that the impossible will become possible. I can and will do hard things. Maybe they will never be easy for me, but they will be possible. I am determined to run today so I can do the impossible tomorrow.