Bricks what are they good for.....

While there are debates on whether bricks are an effective part of triathlon training I would never say they're good for absolutely nothing....  Obviously the biggest argument for having bricks as part of your training is that it helps get your muscles ready/use to the transition from bike to run and it helps build your endurance.  You know that jello feeling you have in your legs when you first come off the bike and start running?  Well no matter how many bricks you put into your training that will always happen.  But at least you know what to expect if you train for it.  But after this last weekend where I was prescribed a double brick weekend where I was supposed to ride for roughly 2 1/2 hours followed by 1:15 hour run on both Sat. and Sun.  I can tell you one thing for sure.  My coach was right it builds your confidence!  And as we all know in endurance sports mental toughness can be as important as physical toughness.  So I will tell you that in all my years in triathlon I've never done a double brick or a brick this long.  I usually had kept my bricks short and minimal just to say I experienced them.  Well this was a dozy of a workout and I'm so glad I did them!  Now this is where I give the disclaimer that I didn't follow it to a tee.  I have been sick for over 10 days now and while my first day of the brick sessions I felt surprisingly well and strong and did what I was supposed to the second day bike ride with nasty headwinds on the way back got the best of me and my congestion made it really hard to breathe so I wimped out on the run portion and only ran for about half an hour after the bike.  BUT I feel like I left it all out there and still benefited from a double brick weekend.  I know that if I could do that much while sick that I can surely do my half iron distance hopefully fully recovered!  So the confidence boost is real.  By the way the winds on my new bike really throw me around.  Not sure at what mph on the winds you're supposed to call it and switch your wheels back to your normal ones...

On the second day my son happened to be standing outside watching me come in on my bike.  When I got off the bike I staggered backwards almost falling because I didn't realize how fatigued I was and that I was dizzy I also couldn't breathe well.  My son was so worried and asked "What's wrong mom?!?!"  I stood up and gathered myself and told him nothing is wrong mom is just a little thirsty.  He asked me if I needed water I said yes.  I figured this way he wouldn't worry.  As I'm walking in the house I hear a commotion and they are telling my son "Get down from there what are you doing?  That's dangerous!!"  He had climbed up and opened the cupboard with the glasses and was attempting to climb back down with a glass in hand and wouldn't let them stop him until he got his mom a glass of water.  He kept yelling "Don't stop me!  Mom needs water!"  Just when I think I couldn't love this kid any more!!!  He's always making me smile no matter what is happening.  He truly is my strength, my light, my hope!  When I leave to go to work he gets sad but when I say I'm leaving to go on a bike ride or run he says "Have fun"  He already knows me!  The memory on this kiddo too is amazing!!  Ok I'll stop gushing.

Now thank goodness this week has been a rest week and I'm taking it quite literally.  If I could just get rid of the last of this congestion and my son has had a cough for 2 weeks now which keeps us awake at night







.  Next week is my last hard peak week then I taper down into my race.  So excited! I hope to kill it in next weeks training.  I'm chugging water and sleeping as much as one possibly can with a 2 year old so that I can be ready for next week's training. 

Happy Training!!

 Oh yeah and this happened!  I donated it to Locks of Love and got rid of all the dead weight. :-)  Easier to train with.  This is the longest I had gone without chopping it.

Sometimes you're tested when you least expect it...

I knew I was going through a rough time it's no surprise that I have been sleep deprived and undernourished due to stress the last few weeks.  But I was just maintaining and keeping an eye out for the light at the end of the tunnel.  But I thought I had a lot more drudgery ahead and was just trying to keep my head down and survive.  But last week was a dozy!  Thursday night it all blew up and I got maybe 2-3 hours of sleep and lot of stuff changed very quickly.  Last minute I had to decide if I would bail on my half marathon on Saturday.  When I mentioned this to my parents my mom said it wasn't even an option.  She said not only will I not bail on my half marathon but I will not pull out of my half iron distance in May!  She just said no, exercise is what you need, and you won't give up!  So last minute they took care of my son during my half on Saturday.  I know you guys probably get tired of hearing me say how awesome my parents are but SERIOUSLY!!!!!!  Without them I wouldn't be half the person I am today!!  SERIOUSLY!  They have gotten me through so much and know me so well that they put themselves through tough times just to make sure I get it done!  I already ask so much of them in taking care of my little guy during the week and now they are taking on some night and weekend duties so that I can finish the last 4 weeks of my triathlon training instead of pulling out!

So Friday night was the first night in probably 3-4 weeks I got a full night of very restful and recovery sleep!  I slept for about 9 1/2 hours and that's even with having to get up twice in the night to tuck my son back in.  I woke up feeling rested, optimistic and ready to go.  My son was excited to see his grandparents which meant we got out the door early and it was a good thing because I showed up to the race finish instead of the race start!! I didn't realize in the emails it said it was a point to point and I put the wrong address in my phone.  My phone was about to die so it took me a while to find the new place but I finally made it, a little stressed and a little less ready to tackle this.   I was freezing and it was cloudy and rainy, a nice soul gave me their silver race blanket and said to use it and just toss it at race start.  So nice!!  Then I saw a fellow ABQ Sole Sister and introduced myself.  She said she wanted to hold 9:30 miles and I thought there was no way I could maintain that with still recovering from sleep deprivation and having lost 5 lbs in two weeks.  But we started chatting as we went off then another girl joined us that was doing 50 states and was in from CA.  They pulled me at a 9:30 pace for 10 miles!!  The last 3 I kept slowing down a bit but then talking myself into speeding back up as I realized I was pretty darn close to a PR.  I refused to give up even though my hands were so red and cold I couldn't feel them and the cold drizzle kept pelting me on my face was frankly getting quite annoying.  But I pushed through to what I think is a PR at 2:05:50.  I say I "think" because my watch said 13.03 instead of 13.1 but I'll take it.  My hips were paying for it and I slept with my compression socks on but I was so happy for the kindness of strangers and family and a race that made me realize I had arrived at that light at the end of the tunnel without even realizing it in the middle of a storm, literally and figuratively.

One thing that amazes me about my son is that he already understands certain things about his mom.  He knows I don't like to leave him and spend all day at work but he tells me it's ok mom.  He's sad for me but is happy as soon as I say I'll see him as soon as I'm done working.  But when I have to leave for a run or bike ride on the weekends he doesn't even get sad.  I say I have to go for a run and he happily chirps Ok mom see you soon, run fast!

Sunday it was another cold and rainy day and there was snow in the mountains that I was supposed to be biking towards.  Luckily my tri coach who is the most amazing awesome coach and she doesn't know it but I call her my friend when she's not around :-)  could sense that I was needing some help by my posts on daily mile and insisted on riding this with me.  She showed up and picked a different route and pushed me to test my legs on a day they were shot.  And when I totally bonked around mile 40 and could barely keep myself moving up the hill she was so patient and cheerful that I couldn't find it in me to complain.  I feel so lucky to know someone like this.  By the way she was getting in about 80-90 miles that day after a 14 mile run that morning!!  She inspires me to push through the pain!

After a hard, exhausting, rewarding weekend with lots of support I am sleeping better again, 3 nights of about 9 hours of sleep in a row now and I'm eating again like I need to so that I'm fueled right for my training!  Sorry for the super long post and this isn't even half of what I'm feeling but all I can say is Thank you to anyone who has ever supported me with kind words or a smile it really does mean a lot!  My son and I had a dance party when I got home from my ride and even though every jump was painful the laugh and smile on his face as we spun, threw his stuffed animals at each other and jumped up and down made it all worth it!

My reminders every morning to keep going!

My son asking me to take a picture of him with his "goggly eyes" aka minion goggles

I cried, I laughed, I cheered (Lobo Tri Race Report)

First let me start off by talking about the actual race before I start sounding all narcissistic and only talk about myself! :-)   I did this race last year and again this year and have loved it!  I like the fact that I can get it paid for through my work, it's the only one that they do this for as far as I know.  I like that it is a spectator friendly course.  I liked their tech shirts and their trophies for the AG winners, so did my son he already claimed Lobo Louie for his room!  The run is fast 2 loop course around campus, the bike is an out and back to the first snake hill with a few tough hills but it's a sprint so you know you'll survive even if you feel like you might puke on one of the uphills, the swim is last and in the pool reverse tri style.  There were lots of friendly volunteers and the cops did an awesome job of taking care of traffic, I thought I was going to have to stop or at least slow down at one of the lights but nope they had it covered.  It was well organized and I got to print my results right after the race which is always a nice touch.  For anyone reading this from out of state where the races are bigger and this is common place, in these parts these are all niceties we don't always get.  There were lots of great racers out there and I was happy to be back with my extended family! :-)

Now as far as my race day went it was hard and I was a mess!  But I survived.  I placed 3rd in my AG but I couldn't really enjoy that.  Here's why, last year I had almost the exact same finish time.  Last year I was under trained and unprepared.  This year I have been training for a while because I'm about 5 weeks out from my 70.3 So I expected a lot more from myself.  But it didn't happen.  I felt like I was really pushing myself and my body was exhausted but the times weren't showing what I was feeling.  I was sluggish both my legs and upper body were just thrashed.  When I got in the pool I wasn't sure if I was moving forward of my own volition or if I was just floating and the current from all the other swimmers just happened to be pushing me along!!!  Yes, that's how fatigued I was! The day started with me waking up on time feeling what I thought was refreshed I was convinced that the last 2 good nights sleep (one of those nights sleep was with a little help to make sure I would sleep) would be enough for the previous 2 weeks of insomnia and stress induced stomach upsets.  I stopped by my work to pick up my running shoes I forgot then set up in transition where all of a sudden I started feeling nervous.  The thing is I've been doing tris for most of my life and I hardly ever got nervous anymore.  I was not remembering the simplest rules of triathlon.  I tried to shake it off, went inside to the pool to warm up.  Then listened to the pre race meeting started feeling better.  Then I took off on my 1 mile warm up run and started crying! Yes you read that right.  It's like all my emotions from the last 2 months just decided to pop up and say Hello! are you finally ready to deal with us?!!  But I quickly got myself together and went to the start.  My parent showed up with my son and I hugged and hi-fived him for good luck.  He looked quite confused as to why mom had a number written on her arm and leg and why she was lining up with a bunch of other people that had the same.  I felt strong on my run but thought I was running it faster than I actually was.  On the bike my upper body and legs were already fatigued! But I pushed through this is the only leg of the tri I actually did a little faster than last year thanks to my new speedy bike and maybe some extra training.  The second I got in the pool and tried to move I thought OH CRAP my legs and arms are dead!  I didn't think it was possible to cry in water but I did.  I wasn't sure if it was tears or water filling up my goggles.  I finished, hid for a minute in the bathroom then went to find my family.  I was surprised to see I finished 3rd in my AG when this same performance got me 7th last year with such a poor showing of my abilities but happy and I'll take what I can get. 

So I learned a few things about myself.  I picture myself as being much stronger than I sometimes am.  I think this comes from me telling myself I will always show my son that his mom is strong and tough and show him that women and men can both do anything they set their minds to.  But when I was out on the course I realized the toll the stress from my personal life had taken on my body.  What I do know is that this has renewed my energy for training and I am more determined now than ever to do my best!  I love the triathlon lifestyle and the people that I get to spend time with in this grueling and fun sport.  Because of this I believe that I am a stronger person both for myself and my son.  I love my parents and the fact that they help me out so much.   Without them I would never had been introduced to the sport, encouraged to participate, and now they ensure my son sees me doing what I love. 


It is always nice to see friendly faces that I have met along the way and they cheer for you and never judge even if you are a mess out on the course!











HAPPY TRAINING!!!!

No pressure

This is my self proclaimed comeback season... no pressure

I buy myself a super fast bike that cost me a pretty penny but I need to build my strength up to be able to keep up with it......  no pressure

I am working with a coach who is amazing and changed my entire way of training....  no pressure

My dad buys me race wheels and tells me my current age group is when women in this sport are at their peak performance..... no pressure

My husband doesn't get why I keep doing these since I've already proven it to myself that I can do all the distances.....  no pressure

I spend time away from my son in an already busy schedule to train and have my parents bring him to my races so he can see how strong his mom is..... no pressure


NO PRESSURE....... 

Yet I lie awake at night with my first sprint tri of the season in one week sweating bullets, that I show up to the race late, that I forget my tri suit and am naked at the starting line, that I get a flat on the bike, that I fall apart during the swim, that I am out of breath.... on and on.  Today I am exhausted both from a great weekend of hard workouts and from a horribly restless night of sleep because of the pressure I have put on myself for this upcoming season.  Please dear lord don't let me fall flat on my face that is all I ask for at this point and as long as I leave it all out there on the course let me be happy to participate in a sport that keeps me feeling alive and challenged!!!  Most of all I hope my son is proud of his mom and sees that he is the one that gives me strength to push on when I'm exhausted!

This weekend on my bike ride I pull up to a red light as a guy is fist pumping yelling " You go girl, you go girl, you go like I use to back in the day all the way to Taos, yeah, yeah!"  As I'm starting back up he is running next to me spilling beer.... yes that is the type of cheer squad you get when you bike certain parts of our town! :-)  Then I swear I'm hearing something and think it's the new wheel set that I'm not use to yet but I look back and see a guy right on my tire! I slow down and pull to the side and he says "Sorry but you were going at a nice clip and I was just hitching a ride" I don't look very amused because I am not very steady on my new bike yet and worry I'm about to cause both of us to wreck!  So he proceeds to ride next to me and chit chat and tries to fist bump me as I turn off the path on my own way.  Dude do you not see me white knuckling it and doing everything I can to maintain! ;-)  I felt super strong on my 7 mile run the next day with hills and feel like a total bad ass when I get home thinking these runs don't take it out of me anymore like they use to.... then I fall asleep trying to read during my sons nap!!!  Ha!!


Happy Training!