Peak Training Time

Once again I’ve fallen off the blogging bandwagon but simply enough …life has just gotten busy! Between being an Ironwife, joining the Junior League of Atlanta, training during the peak of the season, and working fulltime, life has been travelling at 100 mph! I can’t believe summer is already over and the race that I’ve counting down since March is TOMORROW!
After driving home nearly 6.5 hours from Louisville to Atlanta, I had about 30 minutes to relax then it was off to swim practice.  I was definitely exhausted from all the walking we had done the night before but I knew it was an important swim night. Sure enough I get there to find out that we’re doing a 1.2 mile “continuous” swim. The entire team had to start in lane 1 to simulate race conditions and then we were to snake up and down the lanes from one end of the pool to the other (16 lanes total) get out of the pool, walk to the other end and then repeat for a total of 5 times. I guess you could say it was really a 5x400 swim but either way it was long! It took me probably 250m before I had gotten into a comfortable area without fighting for my spot. I found a great person to draft behind and I did everything I could to stay behind him. It was a nice distraction from thinking about the swim details and soon enough we were done! It took me about 46 minutes (including the time to walk to the other end) but I was one happy camper! I had done that without a wetsuit or current and proved that I could complete the swim distance at Augusta!

That upcoming weekend was Labor Day and I knew I needed to get my long run in so I opted to go to GTS with Team on Saturday then we planned to do our group ride on Monday. Saturday I managed to get in 11.5 miles and for the most part felt great. I was having some GI issues and finally come to the realization that my peanut butter, honey and toast option needed to be replaced and I needed to find something else that better worked for me. After getting up early Monday morning to go for a ride, we were forced back inside due to rain. Because of the early morning start, I naturally planned to go back inside and to bed but Elise had other ideas. She headed over to my hosue and decided we’d ride on the trainers together. Sure enough we sat there for 2.5 hours then went for an hour brick run! I definitely earned my naptime that day!

The following weekend consisted of a 62 miles bike ride, which was easily the longest of my career!  I headed out with the same group of girls that I rode Augusta with and we had a great time! We decided to ride the 31 course twice and surprisingly I felt great by the end. One thing Courtney did call me out on was the fact that I had barely drank 2 water bottles in the almost 4 hours we were out there. While I felt fine, this was a big no no!

As a result the following week we had a 60-70 mile ride and I adjusted the setting on my Garmin 210 to beep every 15 minutes to remind me to drink. Additionally I broke up my Honey Stinger Waffles ahead of time and put the bite sizes pieces into a separate bagging and in my bento box and I managed to eat more too. Those two factors helped me to have a much stronger ride and is the strategy I’m going to use for Augusta

My last long ride of the season was in the books and all that was standing between taper time and me was one long run and one long ride.

Unfortunately my clumsy feet had other things in mind. After the ride I headed out on my brick run, only to trip and fall 0.25 miles into the run! I wish it had just been a little stumble and recovery but no… This was a full on trip, roll over my left ankle, splat land into the road, and look back in hopes there wasn’t a car coming. Luckily there was no car but I quickly got myself up, as I couldn’t just lie there in the street. My rolled ankle hurt and I knew this was bad!!

I hobbled back to the car because it was only ¼ of a mile away and I was struggling to put weight on it.  A few minutes later Adam came by on his bike as he was finishing his ride and walked back with me. I slowly was able to put more and more weight on it and was determined to still run the 15K I had signed up for the next day. After following the RICE method, it was clear that this wasn’t little and I had sprained ankle two weeks before Augusta.

I ended up taking three full days off and by the fourth day I decided to go for a swim since it pretty much felt better. I forgot how much movement occurs with the ankle while kicking and that was quickly a disaster of a plan! I knew I needed a few more days of RICE but at least the swelling had gone down.

Luckily enough we had a trip to Colorado already booked so it was the perfect time to take some days off. It's a bummer that taper turned into a lot of off days but my ankle needed to recover.

After nine full days of rest I finally was able to run almost pain free and began my journey this week to ensuring that I'll find my way to the finish line. This morning I got my bags all backed and we headed off to Augusta. We arrived just in time for me to try out the wetsuit for the first time and hop in the river for a quick practice swim. The water was cold but better than I expected and the current helped with a confidence booster! At this point I'm now super excited for the race and excited for tomorrow!

Adam will be posting tickets via Twitter and Facebook and you can also track my results on ironman.com My only goal for tomorrow is to get to the finish line with a nice big smile on my face and to have enjoyed the day! Wish me luck and GO Team!



Being an Ironwife

When I last updated, we were preparing to head off to Louisville for Adam’s first Ironman. His race weekend recap is coming up soon (sorry that minor thing called med school has been keeping him busy lately) but overall it was a wonderful weekend!!

This time around I brought my bike along and managed to still get a ride in on Saturday morning. I searched online for a group ride and came across the Louisville Bicycle Club. I met up with them on Saturday morning and was able to get in almost 40 miles and see the highlights of the city. It was great getting to meet some new people, explore a new city, and still maintain my training.

After my morning ride it was back to one of my favorite roles… triathlon wife! After nearly six years of supporting Adam in triathlons, I think I’m starting to become a pro at this spectating and cheering sport. That morning we walked down to transition to drop his bike off then enjoyed the day as he prepared for the upcoming day.

We enjoyed a lovely dinner at Parish and attempted to go to bed around 8PM.

Honestly I think I tossed and turned more than Adam did that night! Because the swim still gives me a lot of anxiety, and is his weaker of the three sports, I naturally worried about him.
What if he drowns? What if something goes wrong? 
This should have been the least of my concerns, but I kept thinking lets just get him through that then things will get better. After that I’d toss and turn about what happens if he flats on the bike, or crashes, or something breaks on his bike. I felt like I was becoming my mother for worrying so much about him, but I just wanted him to do well and come out smiling like many of his other races
On race day I was lucky enough to be able to spend the day with one my Augusta teammates as well as her sister and niece. Her brother-in-law and Adam managed to get into the water within 30 seconds of one another so it was perfect because they were expecting to swim similar times and allowed us to head out to the bike course around the same time.

I had read most of the forums regarding spectating the Lousiville course and figured out that it would be easiest if I drove out to the corner of Highway 393 and 146 on the bike course and I’d be able to see him twice and avoid the traffic. Sure enough this location was perfect!! Adam had such a big smile on his face both times I saw him and I knew he was enjoying himself!

Getting back to our hotel was a bit of a challenge since all the roads were closed for the race but I managed to find a parking spot at the host hotel and walk back to my room for a quick recharge of my phone before catching him at T2.

At this point he was starting off onto his favorite part of the race – the run! He had such a happy look on his face and you could tell he was ready to dominate. While Kona contention was already long off the table, he was looking to come in with a very solid time on his first ironman.

Around mile 6 or so his run split dropped into the 9:08 range (which for me would be an incredible time in a normal marathon) and I knew he must be either hurting or trying to back off because he realized he started too hard. By the time I saw him at mile 13 he was in pain. I ran with him for about half a mile and he was struggling but still running. As I continued to track him on the course his run splits started to drop into the 13:00 range. I headed to the finish line because I wasn’t going to miss that, and oddly enough ran into a girl from my sorority who came and watched the finish with me!

Finally after 10:58:12 my Ironman crossed the line!!

I ran down to go meet him, he wrapped his arms around me and said, (with tears) “I’m NEVER doing that again, I’m in so much pain”. Nevertheless he had finished and was crowned an Ironman and I couldn’t be more proud!

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