TRX - Beginner Style

If you haven't heard of TRX, it's basically a set of fancy cam straps where you use your own body weight for resistance.  Go here for more info.  It sounds simple, but it most definitely is not.  I remember prior to my first TRX workout (despite hearing how dang hard it is!), I showered and did my hair and makeup.  Because, really it's just a set of straps, it can't possibly be that difficult.  I seriously didn't think I would work up a sweat.  40 minutes later I was using every ounce of will power to keep from puking all over Jenn's driveway.

I was sold on the system and after a handful additional workouts, I'm starting to get the hang of it.  Sort of.  I still feel super awkward during some of the moves, but I'm able to figure it out faster.  I can do more reps on some of the exercises, or I'm able to modify them to be more challenging.  That's the awesome thing about TRX.  You can make it as easy (hah!) or as difficult as you want.  No doubt about it though, I am still very much in "beginner territory".  I finally got my own set today.  Since I don't have the anchor set up in the house yet, I attached it to one of our trees.  Unfortunately, the only suitable one is in the front yard.  So I was the entertainment for the neighborhood this evening.

Here is me doing a plank:

And here is me attempting a pike, although I'm pretty sure it's supposed to look like something entirely different:

I owe a special shout-out for Jenn, who has been working with me a couple of times a week.  She's been awesome, and I can't think of a better person to routinely embarrass myself in front of.  Thanks, girlfriend!

Hanging On

Yikes, a week has passed already?  Despite all my motivation and vigor last Monday, not much transpired over the week as far as training goes.  Except for managing to squeak out 2 big girl pushups during a TRX workout with Jenn.  Here are my dismal totals:

Swim = 0 meters
Bike = 0 miles
Run = 5.25 miles
Strength = 1.25 hours
Total = 2.37 hours

Those of you who know me outside of the interwebs probably notice the glaringly obvious absence of my long run here.  And most of the short runs too.  And, well, anything else really.  Life.  Whatcha gonna do.

I'll cash in my chips next year for Ironman when training trumps all.  Until then, my focus is elsewhere.  Yes, it will show up on race day, on my results, and sadly, on my hips/thighs/stomach.  But I just can't figure out a way to fit it all in right now.  Maybe in a few weeks things will get easier and I'll have a different story to tell.  Until then, I'll be doing what I can.  And maybe you can say a prayer or two for me on October 10.  Because I think it will be the most undertrained event for me since I started doing this sort of thing.  Good times.

And not surprisingly...
Weight - no change
Body fat - no change
Measurements - no change
I'll just be thankful that nothing increased this week.  Small miracles.

And so it begins again...

November 28, 2010 marks the start of training for Ironman number 2.  Which begins with a rest day.  WOOT!  Yes, I'll be following Don Fink's "Be Iron Fit" 30 week program again.  Likely, a hybrid of the "intermediate" and "competitive" programs.  It worked great for me last year (when I bothered to follow the plan), because it is geared to the time crunched athlete and the workouts/days fit well with my current schedule (when I bother to follow the plan).  A lot of people say to not use the same plan twice, but I'm going to ignore those people.  And actually resolve to follow the plan this time!

In less than 3 months my life will once again be turned upside down and all around.  I had "the talk" with Ken this weekend.  You know, the one where I apologize profusely in advance.  And make sure he's on board, strapped in, and ready to roll.  So, I have less than 11 weeks to build a proper base so that my body is ready to take on the stress of Ironman training.  I suppose that means dusting off my swim cap and goggles and dragging my ass to the pool.  It also means that I need to get through the Portland Marathon (in less than 4 weeks) and the Autumn Leaves Ultramarathon (less than 7 weeks) injury free.  I've been battling a few injuries lately, so that will be a bigger challenge than I'm really comfortable with.  But...I'm ready for the structure again.  I actually like obsessing about Ironman.  I dig thinking and breathing all things Ironman.  People around me may hate me during this time (yes, I am very much aware of the eye-rolls and such going on behind my back, and it's all good), but I really enjoy going off the deep end for 30 weeks.  I know that all of you other type A peeps totally get where I'm coming from here.

Now that I'm back on the wagon, it's time to resume my weekly training summary.  This week was pretty weak.  It can only get better from here...

Swim = 0 meters

Bike = 0 miles

Run = 21.86 miles

Strength = 1.92 hours

Other = 1 hour (hiking and such)

Total = 7.82 hours

You do the math.  I'm a slow runner.  However, about 5 of those 21+ miles was walking.  But on the positive side of things, my injury has made itself mostly silent and I was able to knock out a 15 miler on Sunday with hardly a whimper out of my calf muscle.  Win!

And for the body composition bit...

Weight = baseline (no, I'm not putting it out there just yet)

Body fat = baseline (nope, not that either)

Measurements = baseline

*The weekly sports bra/tri shorts photos will resume when the 30 week program begins.  How's that for motivation over the next 11 weeks!

Ode to the Ice Bath

While sitting in you, I hate you.
But afterwards I sort of like you.
The next day, I love you so very very much.
The end.

Quick Recap: 2010 Hood-to-Coast

It was another successful Hood-to-Coast this year!  This was my 3rd time participating in the relay, the 2nd year with my company team, and my first time as team captain.  Thankfully, thinks went really smooth and better than expected.  There were no injuries, no one got lost, no one cried (that I know of), and there were tons of tired smiles at the beach in Seaside.  I, personally, went into the event on the under trained side of things.  But that seems to be the theme for me this year.  I would hate to break my streak, you know.

My legs:

Leg 6 - ranked hard, 7.42 miles

Leg 18 - ranked hard, 4.15 miles

Leg 30 - ranked moderate, 5.35 miles

Total mileage = 16.92 miles

Trying to stuff everything into the van at 05:30.  And we had a HUGE van!

Van 1 runners at Timberline, getting ready to start the relay.

Kicking off the relay with an 08:45 start time.

First leg

7.42 miles, 01:19:00, 10:39/mile

(*times are from my watch b/c I'm too lazy to look up the official times from our team score sheet)

This leg was ranked as difficult, although I think it was one of the easier ones I've ran so far.  The mileage is high, but the terrain is moderate.  There are 2 or 3 slight hills, but there is an overall elevation decrease.  The bummer about this leg is that it is entirely along Highway 26 in the bike lane, with tons of loud traffic and semi-trucks buzzing by.  However, it was fun to run through the town of Sandy and wave to the confused onlookers, wondering what the heck was going on with all of these crazy runners and decorated vans.

Somewhere on my first leg.  I think I'm coming into Sandy here. 

Second leg

4.15 miles, 00:47, 11:20/mile

This was my "night-time run".  It was just before 1:00 am and I was jazzed up on one of those enormous canned Starbucks drinks.  Which was great while I was running, but not so great when I was done and it was time for our van to sleep at an exchange station.  I stargazed for about 4 hours, slept for about 20 minutes, and then it was time to hit the road again.  Awesomeness.  But back to the run...

Even though I was over-caffeinated, I ran much slower than anticipated.  I chalk that up to a couple of things.  One, this leg was entirely uphill.  It wasn't steep, but it was all uphill.  All of it.  Second, I dropped my flashlight (turned off at the time) into the bushes and had to get on my hands and knees and scrounge through the brush for it.  That was fun.  All-in-all, not my favorite leg so far.

Our luxurious accommodations between legs 2 and 3. 

Third leg

5.35 miles, 00:55, 10:17/mile

As you get closer to Seaside, traffic becomes an utter nightmare.  Which means that sometimes, the runner beats the van to the next exchange station.  Which means that the next runner gets to hop out of the van early, and run ahead.  Lucky me, I got to tack on an extra half mile or mile ahead of my last run.  It turned out to be a great warm-up though!

I was on a mission here.  A mission to finish and drink beer.  Sometimes, beer is the ultimate motivator.  This was one of those times.  I hauled as fast as I could, which admittedly is not very fast, and finished up my third leg with my best pace of the weekend.  It's sweet to end on a high note.

A sampling of the views from our third legs.  I LOVE costumes.  I wish we had costumes! 

Team RFB crossing the finish line in Seaside!

We had an agreement that what happens in the van, stays in the van.  So I'll skip over all of the fun details, and just say that we had another awesome year.  And just like before, my cheeks were far more sore than my legs.  Which means that everything went just as it should have!

Race Report: Portland Century Ride

The Scene: Wednesday night dinner with corporate executives.  Less than 3 days to the event.  Several glasses of wine into the evening.

Manager who shall remain nameless: "Sarah, what are you doing on Sunday?"

Me: "Running or biking maybe.  At least, I should.  Maybe I'll do nothing."

Him: "Want to do the Portland Century?"

Me: "Okay."

Him: "So-and-so (another manager who shall remain nameless) can't make it and I don't want to ride by myself."
Me: "Okay."

Him: "I think it's flat.  A couple of hills in the middle, but mostly flat."

Me: "Okay."

Him: "Seriously?"

Me: "Sure."

[Stunned looks all around.  I smile and nod and take another sip of wine.]

The scene: 05:00 on Thursday morning.  In bed.  With a slightly throbbing head and a very parched mouth.

Me: "Uh oh."

Husband: "Are you okay honey?"

Me: "I have to ride 100 miles on Sunday."

Husband: "This Sunday?"

Me: "Yep."

[Cackles of laughter fill the room.  I pull up the website and check out the course.]

Me: "Uh oh."

Husband: "Are you okay honey?"

Me: "There is 6000 feet of climbing."

[More cackles.]

Event: Portland Century

Date: August 22, 2010

Course Description (from race site):

This is the route that sparked the ride: a century that's all about Portland, from start to finish. For the most part it's a flat loop but the hills, and some of the greatest parts of the ride, come around Bull Run (Portland's drinking water source). This is extreme climbing with fast descents on narrow, winding roads. You'll want to take those descents slowly, even if you're an experienced rider, for the sake of safety.

Fast forward to Sunday morning...  I wake up at 04:30, because I have to be downtown by 06:00 and I have yet to get my bike ready, mix bottles, or even determine if I have clean tri shorts and sports bra.  I grimace when I realize that I haven't been on my bike since Vineman.  Race stickers and crusted gel drippings are all over everything.  I enlist Ken to help me clean the bike, pump tires, and load the car.  He's not amused.  I try on a few outfits, but everything seems to have shrunk in the wash.  Uh huh.  I settle on head-to-toe Ironman garb.  I might as well look the part.

I meet up with Mr. Nameless at the starting line.  It's still pretty dark, so we hang out with a cup of coffee and small chatter.  I keep hoping that a tornado or some other natural disaster will hit Portland and the ride will be called off.  No such luck.  Shortly after 06:00 we roll out.  At like 19-20 mph.  Oh dang.  This is going to hurt.  The first few miles are fast and furious.  But Mr. Nameless has only ridden 45 miles in one shot.  Ever.  I know that if I can just hang on for the first half, the second half will be easier.  Once we get out of town, we hit a bit of a headwind.  And a slight, but very steady, incline.  My bike computer wasn't working.  Which was a good thing, because it turns out that we were working incredibly hard to muster all of 14 mph.  Push, push, push for the next 20 miles.  We come into the first aid station and I'm wiped out.  I eat 3 or 4 cookies.  But I turn down one of these awesome looking pound cake delights:

Shortly after the stop, we hit a big climb.  Mr. Nameless turns out to be a good climber and dusts me.  I think how cool it would be to grab onto the side of a passing car and get pulled up the hill.  Like they do in New York city.  Unfortunately, there is no traffic out by Estacada early on a Sunday morning.  I take a breather at the top and pull out the course map, expecting to see that I've conquered the first big hill.  In reality I had just huffed and puffed my way up a tiny blip on the elevation profile.  My heart sinks.  I mentally kick my own ass for getting so out of shape in such a short time frame.

The middle part of the ride is sort of a blur.  There were more rest stops with more cookies.  And a lot more hills.  Big hills.  I had to take a lot of breaks, and then had to frantically try to clip in when I got going again.  I zig-zagged when I could.  I never walked though.  And I cried once.  But only once.  And then Jenn sent me a motivational text message and inspired me to put on the big-girl panties.  I finally made it to the top of the last hill, let out a whoop, and then flew down the most awesome of awesome downhills.  At like 50+ mph.  I passed dozens of people.  Some tried to hang on behind me, but nobody could.  This is why I ride!  (And this is why I need to switch up my gearing before IMCdA...)  I made it to the aid station outside of Troutdale at Blue Lake park and was reunited with Mr. Nameless GoodClimber.  I ate a huge slice of greasy pepperoni pizza.  It turned out to be magic pizza.

We hit Marine Drive and were smacked in the face with a typical Marine Drive headwind.  The wheels fell off my partner, but I got my second (fifth?) wind.  Bring it on!  I was able to pull my weight on this stretch, and gladly took the lead.  The course had merged with the 50-mile route, and there were a lot more riders on the road.  A lot more riders to hunt down.  The last rest stop was around mile 90, just off Marine Drive next to Smith and Bybee Lakes.  Almost there!

The last 11 miles pretty much followed the Portland Marathon route.  It was fun to reminisce and think back on the memories of my first marathon.  And know I would be running these same streets in less than two months.  Whoops!  Snapped back to reality!  I better start training...  We cross over the Steel Bridge back into downtown, weave through the city streets, and FINALLY climb back up to PSU.  Out of nowhere the finish line appears and we're done.  Yeah!!!

A few beers and lots of traffic later, I'm home and ready for a bath and my jammies.  It's all I've been thinking about for the last few hours.  I climb out of the car, walk up the front door, and go to stick the key in the lock.  Except there is no house key on my key chain.  And Ken is in Hood River for the day.  And we don't have a spare key hidden anywhere.  I do, however, have a garage door opener.  And homebrew on tap in the garage.  So I pour a fourth beer, which is about 3 over my limit, and fall asleep in the patio chair.  I wake up to Ken coming home, with crusted drool on the side of my face, and a horrible kink in my neck.  Less than an hour later I'm clean and cozied up in my jammies.  And feeling very accomplished for the day.

Race Report: Haulin' Aspen Half Marathon

A few weeks ago, but seemingly months ago, I headed to Bend, OR with my home girl Angie for a little running and a whole lotta shopping and relaxing.  The pseudo-destination was a trail marathon put on by Fresh Air Sports, 99% on dirt trails through the high-desert manzanita brush, old growth forests, and refreshing creek beds.  The real destination was a girls-only weekend far away from reality.

Race: Haulin' Aspen Trail Half Marathon

Date: August 8, 2010

Time: I don't even know!  Or care!  Somewhere north of 3 hours.

Pre-race routine:

We headed over to Bend on the morning before the event (about a 2.5 hour drive), and then spent about 6 hours shopping and hanging out in downtown.  Cute boots, yummy meals, coffee stops, and tons of laughter filled our day.  In the evening we checked out beach cruiser bikes from our hotel (The Oxford, awesome place and highly recommended!), cruised around the neighborhoods, ate more yummy food, and got caught in a weird classic car show in the middle of town.  We topped off the day with a soak in the jacuzzi and indulging in reality television.  It might not sound like it, but it was the perfect day.

Race morning:

We went down to the hotel restaurant and consumed enough food for like six people.  No joke.  Clearly we weren't all that nervous about the run.  And there was no reason to be.  We had already decided that we weren't out there to race.  Or even to really run all that much.

Once at the race site, we did the typical routine of standing in porta-potty lines and trying to stay warm.  The full marathon start went off and then we mosied on over to the start line.  When the horn sounded, we sauntered on over the trail and took off at like a 15 minute mile.  Nice and easy.

The race:

Dust!  Elevation!  I was so out of breath in the first few miles that I was wondering if we should maybe switch to the 7-mile course.  I'm glad that we didn't, because it was a beautiful trail that I never would have seen otherwise.  And we had twice the time to catch up on months of back-logged girl talk.  I think we probably walked about half the course, often forgetting that we were in a race and not out on a leisurely Sunday hike.  Fun!

Too much time has gone by, so I'm having a tough time recalling all of the details.  The majority was single-track with moderate climbs and some tricky descents.  A few miles were uphill on an old fire road.  And I managed to find every single hidden rock and root on the path.  I should seriously consider investing in a mouth guard, face mask, and padding for trail running.

As is common with a trail race, the aid stations were spaced pretty far apart.  But they were well stocked and the volunteers were awesome.  The trail was very well marked, but it would be nice to have a few more mile markers along the way.  Overall, I have no real complaints.

The finish:

Sweet after party!  My limited experience with trail marathons is that they are low-key, no frills, and more about the experience of running instead of the glory of the finish line.  Almost to the point of being a let down when you're done.  Haulin' Aspen strikes a nice balance between that and the sensory overload of road races.  There was good looking food (I'm sure it tasted good too, but we weren't hungry yet), tasty beer, music, and an ice-cold creek for rinsing off in.  Since this is a point-to-point race, you need to take a shuttle back to the starting line to retrieve your car.  The shuttle vans were running regularly and we didn't have to wait at all to catch a ride.  I think they have the logistics nailed down now.

Yeah, I would do this one again.  In fact, I think we already set a date to be there again next year.  Can't wait!

She's Crafty

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Gear Review: Cobb Saddle V-Flow Plus

I've written about my new Cobb saddle in a couple of other blog posts (here and here), but I'm finally ready to do an official review of it.

The details...
Manufacturer: Cobb Cycling
Model: V-Flow Plus
Price: $149.99
Return policy: 6-month guarantee (you can't beat that!)

Testing terrain: trainer rides, road rides from 30-60 miles, and one half ironman.

Why I chose Cobb: It was a no-brainer that I needed a new saddle, but the options on the market are overwhelming.  I had heard of Cobb saddles mentioned in the triathlon world and decided to call them and get some info.  After one conversation with Ginger Cobb, I was sold.  She asked me important questions like body type, weight, bike model, how aggressive of a position I ride in, what I'm looking for in a saddle, etc.  She made a couple of suggestions, recommended a style, and gave me John Cobb's cell phone number in case I had any issues with installation.  A couple of days later I came home to the package on my door step.

Installation...

Each saddle comes with an installation video, a list of fit tips, and a tool kit.  In less than 5 minutes, this baby was mounted in my Cervelo ready to ride.  Yes, less than 5 minutes!  I had my husband help me take the measurements (it's easier to have another set of hands), but installing the saddle onto the bike was cake, and very easily can be done on your own.

My thoughts...

Fit: Pure comfort.  Every single mile.  Even on multiple days in a row.  Even in a half-ironman being soaking wet and 95+ degree heat.  No chaffing, no rubbing on the inner thigh, no horrifying soft tissue pain, and no numbness.  The width of the V-Flow Plus is perfect, although I wouldn't complain if it were even a tad narrower.  The nose is nice and squishy, but not overly plush  In fact, I hardly even knew it was there except for when I went super-aero and scooted forward onto the nose.

Style: Yes, style matters.  And this is a pretty sweet looking product.  It looks just different enough that it stands out.  And it ups the "awesome factor" on my ride.

Durability: Granted, I've only put a few hundred miles on it so far, but it still looks brand new.  I have the black, so I'm not sure how the white would hold up.  My guess is that it's comparable to any higher-end saddle on the market.

Overall opinion...

1) Their customer service is amazing.  And with their comfort guarantee, it's zero risk to give them a shot.

2) It's a well-made product.  Obviously, some saddles just aren't going to work for some people.  But if you're like me and have spent hundreds of dollars on various styles, and way too much ride time in pain, it's worth taking one of the Cobb saddles for a test ride.

3) No other saddle I've ridden has even come close to how this one feels.  What I thought was somewhat comfortable before would be intolerable after being on my V-Flow Plus.  I'll also be test riding the V-Flow Max, but honestly, I don't know how it could be any better than this one.

Who Hates Cancer?

Raise your hand if you HATE cancer.  Got both arms up?  Me too.  Did you know:

• 1 in 3 people will have some form of cancer in their lifetime.  Next time you're sitting around the dinner table, look around.  Odds are that at least one of you will have cancer.
• 1 in 4 deaths in the US is from cancer.  It is the 2nd leading cause of death in our country.
• Each day, 3400 people are diagnosed with cancer.  In less than 15 days, Yankee stadium would be filled with cancer patients.
• And each day, another 1500 people lose the fight.

But did you also know that the survival rate for many types of cancers has improved in recent years?  Thanks to cutting edge drugs and treatment, as well as awareness programs dedicated to prevention and early detection.

"The American Cancer Society is a nationwide community-based, voluntary health organziation dedicated to eliminating cancer as a major health problem by preventing cancer, saving lives, and diminishing suffering from cancer, through research, education, advocacy, and service."

I personally know that the ACS stands behind their mission statement.  And that is why I have chosen to swim, bike, and run 140.6 miles at Ironman Coeur d'Alene 2011 in an effort to raise over $5000 for their organization.  Through the Janus Charity Challenge, my friends and family, and your friends and family, will be able to participate and support the fundraising efforts.  I am (un)patiently for the 2011 programs to be added to the website.  But until then, here is some additional information:

--I have a new blog page that will have current fundraising status, links to events, and ways that you can help.

--You will be able to "Buy a Mile" for $10 in honor or memory of someone, and I will race that mile for them.  I am hoping to find a way to have all of the names printed on my swim cap, bike jersey, and running singlet.

--General donations will always be much appreciated.

--I'm working on some fun events between now and June 27th (race day!).  Some ideas: a 5k snowshoe event, another bike clinic (like we had for the Livestrong fundraising), group training rides/runs, and some cool swag from the American Cancer Society.

Stay tuned...

Email me at sarahhatescancer@gmail.com for more information. 

Race Report: Wine Tasting

The real reason I went to California...the wine.  Aside from seeing my Mom, of course.  The day after Vineman 70.3 we made the trip back over St. Helena (curviest road in California I think) and visited Sterling Vineyards, had lunch in Calistoga, and then toured/tasted at Castello di Amarosa ("The Castle").

Sterling
My parents are members of the wine club at Sterling, so we were able to get free tickets for the tram, sit in the reserved tasting room, and had access to some of the reserve wines.  The tour here isn't super fabulous, but the views are amazing and you can learn quite a bit about the wine making process.  Just be sure not to walk and drink at the same time.  Right, Jenn?  :-)

Riding the tram up to the winery:

The views from their outdoor area:

And enjoying ourselves in the tasting room:

Castello
I've been here before, and remember being very much impressed by the architecture and attention to detail in building the castle.  And being very much not impressed by their wines.  They have improved over the last few years.  Enough that I paid full price for a handful of bottles.

Some of what you'll be treated to if you take a tour:

Race Report: Vineman 70.3

As is typical these days, I have let too much time lapse between a race and when I actually sit down to write a race report.  So I'll hit the highlights as much as I can recollect.  This pretty much sums it up:

We (Jenn, The Hubs, and I) drove down to Cali, had an awesome visit with my Mom, raced, drank wine, and came home with 6+ cases.  Okay, but seriously, back to the race report.

Race: Vineman 70.3

Date: July 18, 2010
Swim time = 42:35 (pace = 2:13/100m)

T1 = 2:54

Bike time = 3:25:59 (pace = 16.3 mph)

T2 = 3:58

Run time = 3:19:34 (pace = 15.2 min/mi)

TOTAL = 7:35:00

There are two things very interesting, if not slightly disturbing, about those paces.  1) I have been in the pool about, oh, 10 times since Ironman.  LAST NOVEMBER.  Really.  But, my swim was only a few minutes off of my normal half-ironman time when I was swimming 3+ hours a week.  Lesson learned = quit wasting money on a pool membership and wing it.  I'm not joking.  2) Despite running a ton this year (by my standards), this was my worst 13.1 miles ever.  Apparently I need to up my standards.  In my defense, I was coming off an injury at the time.  But I can only use that excuse for so long.

Pre-race:

We had stayed at my Mom's house in Hidden Valley Lake on Fri night, but wanted to be closer to the start on race-eve and moved home base to a hotel in Santa Rosa.  On Sat we did a practice swim in the Russian River (warm, calm water!), went through the athlete meeting and packet pickup (boring), set up T2 (getting tired now...), went for a quick practice run (HOT!  REALLY HOT!), lounged at the pool, finally got checked in, ate dinner, and got our bikes ready.  Nothing like being on your feet all day, running around like a crazy person, and getting sunburned the day before an event.

The morning of the race we hit the local Starbuck's, Ken dropped us off near the beach, and we did our pre-race routines.  I never saw Jenn after we entered transition, and since it was her first half-ironman, I spent a lot of time looking for her and telepathically sending her all sorts of good juju.  Then I hung out with my Mom and Debbie, got ready, and meandered over to the swim entrance.

Swim:

This is the first race that I wasn't nervous as all get out right before the gun went off.  I think I knew that I was horribly under prepared, and therefore didn't have any pressure on me to perform well.  I said a quick prayer to the tri gods for me to remember how to swim, did a goggle leak check, warmed up the river, and waited for my wave to start.  Bang!  The swim itself was uneventful.  Although, it was really curious to see people walking the swim.  The river was really shallow in places so sometimes I would turn to breathe and be staring at someones knees.  At least no one was in jeopardy of drowning at this race.

T1:

After I got over the shock of being under, like, an hour for the swim, I got down to my usual transition rock-starness.  I was fast enough to be happy with my time here, especially since I stopped to say hi to my family, ran down the incorrect bike aisle (thanks a lot Mom!), and had to take the time to bag everything up.

Bike:

I love my Cobb saddle.  Love.  I love it so much that it's pretty much all I could think about during the ride.  Because I was so shocked at how much I loved it.  I'll be doing a full gear review on it soon, so stay tuned.

The Vineman bike course is truly gorgeous.  Some of the most stunning views I've seen from my saddle ever.  Vineyards, hills, rivers, wineries, forest.  It's awesome.  And NOT hilly.  Seriously people?  I was so freaked about this race after reading all the hype on the forums about the "relentless hills" and "super challenging bike course".  And I am so not a climber at all.  Chalk Hill was notable, I'll give y'all that much, but it still only lasted less than 5 minutes.  All that being said, my pace was slow compared to what I'm usually capable of, so maybe it really was hilly.  And I just didn't notice because I was LOVING my saddle so much.

As a bonus, I got to see my Mom, Debbie, and Ken somewhere near Healdsburg.  Clearly, I wasn't taking this day too seriously.

T2:

Gah!  Did I have a picnic or what?  Slow!  It was a long transition I suppose.  My favorite part was getting to see my little brother Joshy-poo and his wife Heather.  Very cool that they came out to cheer!

Run:

One word: HOT.  Okay, two words, because it was also: SLOW.  The views sort of sucked too.  Not even close to my favorite run course.  The volunteers were pretty fantastic though.  My biggest regret was not figuring out that my sports bra was the perfect ice holder...until mile 11.  My Mom was waiting somewhere around mile 10 or 11 and ran/walked back with me.  I don't think she was very impressed with my race strategy of "run the downhills and walk everything else".  I, of course, thought it was genius.  Joshy ran with me for the last 1/4 mile.

Finish:

I was so happy that it was over.  HOT!  It was really fun to see everyone at the finish line too.  Jenn was still smiling and we were able to take some finishers pictures together.  After rounding up our gear, we headed to Bear Republic to join some fellow finishers and enjoy yummy Racer 5 IPA.

And, more importantly, the wine-tasting race report will be posted next.

2010 Goals - Progress Report

I have been delaying this post because I am nowhere close to meeting most of my goals this year.  It's been a whirlwind of events, busy work schedule, two stress fractures, and so on and so on.  You know, life.

The original plan:
Swim - 250,000 meters
Bike - 4000 miles
Run - 900 miles

What I've done so far:
Swim - 18,016 meters
Bike - 901 miles
Run - 331 miles

Eek.  The swimming is a lost cause.  My swim mojo left town long ago, and I have yet to lure it back.  I could set a new swimming goal, but I'm not going to.  Because I have no interest in forcing myself to do something that I currently detest.  The biking mileage is on the pathetic side, but it's recoverable.  I likely won't hit 4000 miles, but I think with some determination I can come close to last years distance.  I'm actually proud of the running total.  It may look small to many of you, but with two major injuries, this isn't so bad.  It's only a couple hundred short 2009 overall.  And I have at least 2 half marathons, 1 marathon, and 1 ultramarathon left this year.  And a half ironman.

 

Oh yes, a half ironman.  On Sunday.  If I can get through the swim, then the biggest hurdle of the day will be cleared.  The next big hurdle will be getting to the finish line in under 8 hours.  It's going to be a painful day, but as long as I can go buy the awesome Vineman jersey afterwards, then my goal for the day will be met.  The real reason I'm going down to California -- wine tasting and to pick up my 6 cases of wine that are waiting for me.

New Gear

The solution to undertraining?  Buy new gear!  Here are some of my new training faves and first impressions.  Full reviews will be written after more rigorous testing.

Shimano Tri Shoes

These aren't actually a new purchase, but rather a result of lazy unmotivation.  They have been sitting in the box in our spin room since December.  So stupid, because after a few rides, I really like them.  Roomy, airy, and most importantly, they smell 1000% better than the old ones (which have often been banned from the house).  I hate the color (shiny white/green, ick) and my feet slide forward when standing to climb.  But since they don't stink, and buying a new pair may take me another 7 months of procrastination, I'll make do.

Cobb Saddles
Saddle #3 just hasn't been doing it for me lately.  Actually, it's been heading towards the junk pile since last November when I ended up with a 2-inch saddle sore after Ironman.  I keep hoping it will become comfortable again, but no.  If a saddle causes pain and injury so severe, that scars are still present 8 months later, it's time to try something else.  After seeing some posts on triathlon forums, adverts in race packets, and mounted on the bikes of pros at a couple of races, I decided to call Cobb Cycling and see if they had something they could recommend.  Oh my, they are AWESOME!  I'll save details for a full review, but I wish I could fly down to Texas and hug them.

I actually received two saddles in the mail: the V-Flow Plus and V-Flow Max.  Each saddle comes with a tool kit, helpful tips, and a DIY video.  Within 5 minutes the Plus was perfectly adjusted on the Cervelo.  My first test ride was a quick hop on the trainer at 9:30pm after a long day at work.  I climbed on, fully expecting to hate it.  After 30 minutes in aero position without any adjustments, it felt like I was riding on a cloud.  I seriously could barely feel where my body met the saddle.  I tried not to get too happy until I was able to take it out on the road, but really, I was about to burst with excitement!

The following night I jumped on the trainer for a measly 20 minutes, just to verify that I wasn't imagining things from the previous night.  Awwww, pure comfort.  But the real test was the 7:30am hangover ride (courtesy of Laura's Ironman party, thanks girlfriend!) this past Saturday morning.  Three days in a row of riding, raging nausea, piss-poor attitude, and a bit more mileage.   The end result = love!  After Vineman 70.3 this coming weekend, I'll swap out and give the Max a test ride and see which one I'm going to end up with.

Luna Sandals

My Luna sandals finally arrived in the mail!  I've been alternating between racing flats, vibram five fingers, and totally barefoot since last December.  I have been eyeing the do-it-yourself sandal kits from Barefoot Ted, which are modeled after the traditional Raramuri huaraches.  But he recently came out with the Luna Sandal company, and I was lucky enough to get my hands on the production model as soon as they started shipping.  They arrive in the mail like this:

Less than five minutes after watching a quick video on different tying techniques, voila:

I couldn't help but take them for a test run immediately.  The plan was to go for a short 1-2 mile run.  Almost 6 miles later, I reluctantly returned home.  Aside from a small blister between my right toes and a little heat on the balls of my feet, I had no pain.  I think these can be resolved with a little body glide.  If the blister is healed by Sunday, there is a good chance that these will be sitting in T2 waiting for a 13-mile trial run.

Awesomeness on a Monday

Mondays are always rough.  Especially when they are coupled with being sick, PMS, and 80+ unanswered emails from the weekend.  Oh, and my thoughts were completely preoccupied with a half ironman in 6 days that I sort of didn't train for.  But you know what makes it easier to swallow?

This:

No no no, that's not what you think it is.  Unless you thought it was a really cool bottle of tequila.  Seriously!  Even better?  The name of it is "AsomBroso".  Awesomeness just seems to keep crossing my path lately.  And even better?

No, I'm not an alcoholic.  (If you have drank with me recently, then you know that I actually very rarely drink and therefore am quite entertaining after only 1 beverage.)  A coworker friend of mine recently made a booze-run to Nevada and let me place a special order before he left.  This will probably keep us tied over for the next several years.

And the best end to my crappy-Monday-turned-awesome-Monday?  A fantastic run in my new running sandals (blog post on that to come soon) and a yummy salmon dinner cooked by The Hubs.  And now off to an early bedtime...