Ok so I'm really behind on blogging, but I'll start with today and then back up to briefly catch up.
Sunday is Ironman New Orleans 70.3 - my first half ironman. And my first wetsuit swim in a race. Last week I struggled to get the wetsuit on and prayed the sun would heat up the lake enough so I wouldn't need it. It was fine to swim in; I just hated putting it on because it took forever. Luckily the pump was broken that day so the pool was cold and the water aerobics class was cancelled so there were no witnesses. Usually they start showing up as I finish. Yesterday morning I got up early and drove an hour to the one dive shop nearby to buy SuitJuice, a product that was recommended to help aid in the wetsuit fight. Ladies, remember how you hate putting on pantyhose? Well make it 4mm thick, stiff and rubber that sticks to your skin. Yeah, that's how fun this is. So today I was cautiously hopeful, armed with SuitJuice, that it will not be horrible. And it was magic. Had it on and zipped in less than 5 min. I got in 1000 yds before the old ladies start showing up. I stopped at the end of the set and one says "Girl you so fast you look like a shark in that thing." I live in the south where it is common to not only drop consonants, but whole words. Doesn't matter if you are black or white it's just how they speak and to heck with grammar. Anyway, she said "shark", not "whale" so I was totally ok with that. I didn't correct her that sharks are grey. She might have started thinking. Good news: I no longer fear the wetsuit.
Last blog was 2/11 so here's what I've been up to since then.
3/2 Run Through History 10k. It snowed. In March. In MS. How crazy is that? We all froze our butts off waiting around for awards. Alas, year 3 and I am was again 4th in my AG. However, Hubby pulled in a 2nd for Men's 5k Walk and now has a very cool cannon trophy which he lords over me.
3/16 Warhawk Sprint Triathlon. My first race with my son so that was cool. He started the swim right behind me and I saw him coming out of the pool as I was leaving transition with my bike. I had two freak out moments on the bike. Mile 7 I am hearing a jingley sound and can't figure out what it is. I'm in aero and head down. Something catches my eye. It's my axle skewer, dangling loose. WTH! I almost had to change my shorts. That's a death waiting to happen. A small bump would have dislodged the wheel and sent me crashing. I stop and clamp it down. But it occurs to me that something isn't right. I realize the wheel is on backwards. It shouldn't make a difference, but 2 miles later and that same jingley noise. Seriously? It's loose again! I pulled the wheel, switched it over and clamped. Then I rode paranoid for the remaining miles mad as a hornet that my DH put the wheel on backwards and caused some weird issue with the skewer not clamping properly. I make it into transition, my time way off due to mechanical issues, cough, cough and run out, still mad. About a half mile out, I hear footsteps sprinting behind me. Then my son says "woo-hoo I'm passing my mommy". I yelled "You should have passed me miles ago. Weaksauce!" A man about my age was right behind me and busted out laughing. He said, "Yeah at our age if they can't pass us before the run, that's weak. But you've been ahead of me!" I finished 1st in my AG and got the coolest addition to my medal. The venue was Univ Louisiana - Monroe, which if you're a Duck Dynasty fan, you know that's Willie's alma mater.
Medal on a Duck Commander call lanyard. Uber cool.
Lucky for my son, he is a faster runner. A friend asked baby boy if he made his goal. He said "Heck yeah. I beat my mom. That's all that matters."
4/6 Biggest Loser 5k & Half Marathon. This was a last minute decision race. DH wanted to walk the 5k because his friend wanted to. I had a 12 mi on my training plan so no biggie to add another 1.1 and then I got a discount code for 40% off. I took that as a sign. I ran it easy and had fun. Lots of beginners out there and I enjoyed chatting with them and offering encouragement along the way. It wasn't that long ago that I was figuring it out and suffering. As a "seasoned" endurance runner though, the race was really lacking in support. I would have been PO'd if I had paid full price for that. DH and I both got 2nd in AG, which I totally did not expect because I wasn't "racing", but again it was a beginner crowd. Our prize? A paper certificate (fill it in yourself) and a satin ribbon like you get at field day. DH said "I feel like I just got a Perfect Attendance award in kindergarten. Lots of hype for this race, no substance. Finish line food was bagel, banana, orange and water. They advertised "healthy lunch post-race". I love the BL. But they are a profit machine and this was one time they should have put more meat into it.
Which brings me to this weekend. The training is done, I'm a little taper crazy now, but I'm ready. As ready as I can be for a first time. I followed my training plan. I worked on my weaknesses. This race will be a learning experience. I will learn what I need to do differently for next time. If I finish in 6:30 I will be happy with that. My real goal is 6:15, but that would be if everything was perfect. And we all know how that goes, lol.