OK….we have the indoor tri tentatively scheduled for
January 20th….but I thought we could see if we could do some
group indoor rides at the YMCA to build up our club miles?
Who would be in for a ride on Sunday indoors? With Music?
Maybe we can find someplace that even has a screen where we could watch a
movie?
Anyway – mark your calendars for January 20th
– 8:00 am – YMCA Butler Road (unless someone can get us into AFF
for instead).
Cost - $10.00 (you get snacks and this pays for the
facilities)
Distances: Olympic or Sprint Triathlon
Oly: 1500 swim, 25 mile ride, 10k run
Sprint: 700 swim, 15 mile ride, 5k run
I’ll have a sign up form on the website later on in
the week.
OK….so I’m a loser. I get this nice call from Betsy about the social
– which I remembered this afternoon, but since my Mom is visiting from Chicago
I figured it would be a bit better to stay at home and eat dinner with her and
my brother (not to mention my son and husband).
So when is the next social? Can we have it on a Saturday
night? I have swim meets on every Friday night between now and late February.
Debi
From:
tri-fred@yahoogroups.com [mailto:tri-fred@yahoogroups.com] On Behalf Of Karen-Marie
Hyland Sent: Thursday, December 27, 2007 10:56 AM To: tri-fred@yahoogroups.com Subject: [tri-fred] Tri-Fred Social
Hello Fellow
Tri-Freders!
Don't
forget to mark your calendars. Tonight is the Tri-Fred “Between the
Holidays Social”.
When: Thursday, 27th of December at 6 pm.
Where: J. Brian's Tap Room at 200 Hanover St [just up the hill from the
intersection of Caroline and Hanover streets] in Downtown Fredericksburg.
Silly girl! Holiday song of course!
-----Original Message-----
From: tri-fred@yahoogroups.com [mailto:tri-fred@yahoogroups.com] On Behalf
Of Karen-Marie Hyland
Sent: Friday, December 21, 2007 10:58 AM
To: tri-fred@yahoogroups.com
Subject: Re: [tri-fred] Friday's Five
In regards to #1:
Do you mean a drinking song or a Christmas song?
:)
Karen
Karen-Marie Hyland
Senior Consultant
Signal Bridge Communications
540.429.0700 mobile
Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
-----Original Message-----
From: "Debi Bernardes" <bernard@...>
Date: Fri, 21 Dec 2007 10:37:24
To:<tri-fred@yahoogroups.com>, <runfarc@yahoogroups.com>
Subject: [tri-fred] Friday's Five
1) What Festive song would you like to hear today?
2) What motivation are/do you use to train in cold weather.
3) How much weight do you expect to gain throught the holliday season?
4) Peace On Earth, The first step you would take to gain this?
5) Drink and run?
Drink and Swim?
Drink and Bike?
Drink and Stay and Drink some more?
My answers:
1. It’s the most wonderful time in the year……” Imustdecoratethetree,
Imustdecoratethetree, Imustdecoratethetree…..
2. Motivation? It’s called signing up for a race in January, and
knowing that if I’m not prepared I am going to hurt.
3. Zip. I usually don’t gain my winter weight until March for some
reason. Then it all of a sudden shows up on my butt.
4. Elect someone who isn’t a total idiot, and wanted to prove to his
daddy that he was a man.
5. All of the above.
Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays everyone!
Debi
Yahoo! Groups Links
In regards to #1:
Do you mean a drinking song or a Christmas song?
:)
Karen
Karen-Marie Hyland
Senior Consultant
Signal Bridge Communications
540.429.0700 mobile
Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
-----Original Message-----
From: "Debi Bernardes" <bernard@...>
Date: Fri, 21 Dec 2007 10:37:24
To:<tri-fred@yahoogroups.com>, <runfarc@yahoogroups.com>
Subject: [tri-fred] Friday's Five
1) What Festive song would you like to hear today?
2) What motivation are/do you use to train in cold weather.
3) How much weight do you expect to gain throught the holliday season?
4) Peace On Earth, The first step you would take to gain this?
5) Drink and run?
Drink and Swim?
Drink and Bike?
Drink and Stay and Drink some more?
My answers:
1. It’s the most wonderful time in the year……” Imustdecoratethetree,
Imustdecoratethetree, Imustdecoratethetree…..
2. Motivation? It’s called signing up for a race in January, and knowing
that if I’m not prepared I am going to hurt.
3. Zip. I usually don’t gain my winter weight until March for some
reason. Then it all of a sudden shows up on my butt.
4. Elect someone who isn’t a total idiot, and wanted to prove to his daddy
that he was a man.
5. All of the above.
Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays everyone!
Debi
1. What one word describes your 2007 season? Does it match what you said last December in anticipation of this year?
AWESOME!!! All except that as of the end of the year I won't be going to Boston in 2008.
2. What one word comes to mind when you think about your 2008 season?
BOSTON!!!!
3. Did you race any new distance this year or try any new type of racing or sport?
Not really - your new marathon training plan...and I started swimming (again).
4. What was your greatest thrill or joy this year from training or racing?
Finishing the Richmond Marathon in a respectable 3:46:49 (Boston or no Boston). :-)
5. What was your biggest disappointment this year from training or racing?
Um...that would be the no Boston part by less than a minute.
6. What was your favorite race in 2007?
Richmond was pretty good...but my favorite had to have been the Stonewall Jackson 20 miler...it was supposed to be an easy run (which it was) but I finished ahead of pace and won an award too!!
My answers:
1. GREAT! Better than I expected.
2.Anticipation
3.Nothing new
4.Riding an IM distance PR on the bike at IMFL (5:35 for 112 miles), and it was easy. Then in training it would be whenever I got to run with Ruth.
5.Actually having to start training for an IM distance race, which meant I basically had to stop racing and start training.
6.The one where my son beat me at the Culpepper Sprint Tri – I had so much fun at that race, AND it was a hard course (plus I was second overall….that didn’t hurt)
1. What one word describes your 2007 season? Does it
match what you said last December in anticipation of this year?
2. What one word comes to mind when you think about your
2008 season?
3. Did you race any new distance this year or try any new
type of racing or sport?
4. What was your greatest thrill or joy this year from
training or racing?
5. What was your biggest disappointment this year from
training or racing?
6. What was your favorite race in 2007?
My answers:
1. GREAT! Better than I expected.
2.Anticipation
3.Nothing new
4.Riding an IM distance PR on the bike at IMFL (5:35 for
112 miles), and it was easy. Then in training it would be whenever I got to
run with Ruth.
5.Actually having to start training for an IM distance
race, which meant I basically had to stop racing and start training.
6.The one where my son beat me at the Culpepper Sprint
Tri – I had so much fun at that race, AND it was a hard course (plus I
was second overall….that didn’t hurt)
2) How long can you sing a song without getting the lyrics wrong?
It depends on the song...
3) friday fill - in : Please don't ________________ . ?
piss where everyone can see you before a race.
4) When you bike do you wear gloves? Some times? All the time? Never? If you are only a runner, do you wear a hat?
Bike? What's that? Never were a winter hat, sometimes an ear warmer in temps below 30 and a cap if its raining to keep the rain out of my contact lenses.
5) One life lesson to leave behind?
hmmmm...no more cliches...mental strength breeds physical strength.
Just a quick reminder that online registration for the 2008 Credit Union Cherry
Blossom Ten Mile Run opens at 8 am tomorrow. Last year, the race filled up and
closed out in about 25 hours. This year, the field is larger, but it will still
go fast, so be ready to register tomorrow if you want to run.
The 2008 race will be all new and exciting, with a staging area at the foot of
the Washington Monument, easier access via Metro, and a beautiful new course
that takes in more cherry blossom trees than ever!
Do you have the time and energy to help your fellow runners
out this Sunday morning? Do you have a spouse or significant other who isn’t
running the ½ Marathon, but still wants to get
involved? If so, please consider volunteering at the Blue Gray ½ Marathon!!
The arrival time for volunteers will be 0600 at VA Runner in
Central Park, and the race will begin at 0730.
You will be rewarded (in addition to a sense of accomplishment) with food and
drinks that will be provided at the end of the event (pizza, hot soup, coffee,
hot chocolate, etc). We're also in the process of getting a Budweiser truck out
there for the Finish-Line Festival. And there will be a DJ, so it should be a
fun and festive environment!
Water Stop Helpers, Marshals, Timers….you name it, the
Race needs help!
Please get in touch with me soonest if you can help.
1) Your favorite visual item that brings back memories of
your run/tri life in your home/office on display. Or sport activity?
2) Did you write a list to Santa when you were little? 3
items on your list to Santa this year?The one item on your Santa list that you
wish you received but never did?
3) Would you have the flu twice a month if you were paid
$1,000 for having it each time?
Group Ride on Saturday – 1pm at Bloom off of Route
2/17 (just past Fred. Country Club). All paces welcome, and will ride 2
hours. If it rains…..stay home.
Group Run on Sunday- 8:00 AM – UMW Athletic Fields on
Hanover Street (most are going 8-10 miles)
Cherry Blossom 10 Miler opens up registration on December 11th
– they are making it bigger this year, but make sure to register on that
day as soon as possible to get your slot. This is a fast course, plus it
sometimes even is run on the same weekend as when the cherry blossoms are
actually open.
Leave at 12:00 from intersection of Landsdowne Road and the
Battlefield Drive (Lee drive). Park in that little parking lot off of Lee
Drive. If we finish in time we can also go for a short run.
3rd Annual Tri To Help™ - Indoor Triathlon For Epilepsy.
All proceeds raised at this Baltimore based event are going to The Johns
Hopkins Pediatric Epilepsy Center.
Date: Saturday February 23rd, 2008 8:00am
Location: Brick Bodies Reisterstown Health Club & Aquatic Center, 2 Chartley
Park Drive, Reisterstown, MD 21136, (410) 833-3386
Website: http://www.tritohelp.org/
Event Registration: To register as a participant for the Tri To Help™ Indoor
Triathlon please visit our site (http://www.tritohelp.org/) or go directly
to:
http://www.active.com/event_detail.cfm?event_id=1495596
We hope to see you again on February 23rd, 2008
Thanks,
Trent Stroup
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Race Director
Tri To Help™ - Indoor Triathlon For Epilepsy
_________________________________________________________________
Your smile counts. The more smiles you share, the more we donate. Join in.
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Group ride tomorrow – Saturday at 1:00 PM –
Bloom on Route 2/17 (just past the country club). 2 hours easy. Come and join
the fun. Save money…..don’t go shopping.
Group Run – Sunday at 8:00 am – UMW Athletic
Fields: Most are going for 12-14 miles to get ready for the Blue Gray ½ Marathon.
All paces welcome!
Twelve months ago my friend (and client) Lars sat in line
and signed me up for Ironman Florida. At the time I was really excited by
the prospect of doing this race again as I had just finished racing in Kona and
knew that I still had a great performance still left in me for the following
year on a course that is more ‘my cup of tea.’ In other words…….Flat.
I spent the winter training hard for my spring races since I
had decided that I would work on my speed versus all the long crap that you
have to do for an IM event. I had so much fun racing this past spring and
summer that it was a bummer to have to switch gears and start doing all the
long rides, triple brick workouts, and boring swim workouts that would be
necessary to get me through the race in November. All whining aside,
other than a slight setback with my Achilles tendon the training season went
very well. And then I was in Florida.
With friends and family in tow it was to be a new experience
for me this year. In the past it has been just me and my husband going to
these events (Max went to Hawaii with us one year), but to have my daughter,
her boyfriend, my mother-in-law, and several friends who also made the trip
would be there was just so great! But back to the race.
When it comes to ‘game’ week I generally don’t
think about the race much. I have done the training, done my research,
and am just about ready to go. I go into what some of my friends call ‘Debi’s
World’......
It's Debi’s World, it's Debi’s World
It's party time, it's excellent
It's Debi’s World, it's Debi’s World
It's party time, it's excellent
I know that I am going to have an excellent race, the
weather will be fantastic, and I won’t do anything stupid.
Remember, this is ‘Debi’s World’ and it could be 90 degrees
out, the wind might be blowing at 50 knots, and the seas may be heavy, but it
will be EXCELLENT!
In this case it was going to be excellent. The winds
had died down, the Gulf of Mexico was flat, and the temperatures were going to
be EXCELLENT!
I magically arrive at the race in the morning by my driver
Garth (aka Jack), get body marked by my most excellent (am I mixing movie
metaphors now?) friend Sherry (aka Sheila on bad training days), get my wetsuit
on, and it’s time to go play in the water. I am relaxed. I am
ready. I will have a great race. I will be smooth at the start,
strong in the middle, and fast at the finish. It’s Party Time!
There were 2268 other nut-jobs also there to join in on the
fun. I remembered starting this race three years ago, looking down the
beach about 200 yards to the west and just seeing a wall of black rubber coated
bodies. It is an impressive sight to behold. Probably even more so
when you witness the start of this pseudo-fish-frenzy of the first 800 meters
of this swim. Being one of the ‘fish’ in the sea is also an incredible
experience. One you will never experience except in another mass start
Ironman swim.
Pretend that you are waiting in front of Wal-Mart, and there
are ten free ‘X-Box’ games, but only ten of the 500 people lined up
will get one. Open only two of the doors and see what happens. That’s
an Ironman swim.
This year the first 800 meters was basically pretty
normal. People squeezing you from both sides, people kicking (why
do they kick with a wetsuit on in the first part of the race? Don’t
they know it tires you out faster?), and some lousy-ass strokes going on.
I get to the first turn buoy knowing that it’s going to be a ‘Kitchen-Aid
Mixer’ session.
This is when the first ‘Flying Monkey’ attacked
(you were wondering how I was going to use this weren’t you?) –
some idiot does a breaststroke kick right into my eye. It was good that I
had decided a week before to get new goggles and NOT wear my Swedish version
with no gasket protection. If I had been wearing those goggles I would
have been out for the day. So injury number one was incurred early in the
race (nose/eye area bruised slightly), and goggles were knocked off face (but
not off head). I make a vow to avoid this guy which was easy as he was
the only idiot with a multi colored wetsuit around me, and doing the breaststroke
kick routinely.
Things continue with more swimming, more people swimming on
top of me, into me, and generally just normal mass chaos. Do these people
think we are in a sprint race?
We get to the finish of the first lap of the swim, climb out
of the water, and run around the beach singing ‘Kumbaya’….well
maybe not that, but some of the guys were walking really slow. You THINK
they might have worked it a bit too hard that first lap? I jogged past
some of them, and it was back in the water for the second round of fun and
games.
I’m swimming along, with lots of open water around me
at this point when some guy starts swimming next to me with some really bad
stroke. He hits my (basically punches) hand as his left hand enters the
water, and my right arm is in the extended position. Ouch. I
continue to watch this guy swim next to me thinking that I need to get away
from him when I turn to get a breath and he lands a punch in my face. I
have never been punched before, but now I know how it feels. I quickly
sit up in the water in shock and pain as I watch the ‘Flying Monkey’
swim onward. A kayaker is right next to me at this point, and I say to
him that ‘That guy has a horrible stroke!’ He smiles at me
and says, ‘You’re not kidding me.’
My cheek hurts, and it feels like he has broken skin, but I’m
in the middle of a race, I’m alive, I can breath, and the rest of me is
more than fine so I just put my head in the water JFS (Just Freaking
Swim). I quickly get past this fool and continue with my swim. Rest
of the swim was pretty uneventful and easy.
Swim time: 62 minutes and some change (same as 3 years
ago)
Get out of water and go to the wetsuit strippers.
Personally I could do without this service as I am much faster doing it on my
own, but what the heck…. if someone offers me a free service I generally
just go with the flow. I stand up with my wetsuit ready to run when some
other athlete drops down right in front of me to get his suit stripped. I
almost landed right in his face. We smiled at each other as I get up off
my hands and knees (his face inches from mine) and I get up and jog to T-1.
Disaster (for the other guy) avoided!
Get on the bike, and start to pedal. 112 miles. Weather
is great, roads are great, and it’s fun to be out here. And I pedal
some more. The thought occurs to me that this would be a really boring
bike course if it weren’t for all the other cyclists on the road in front
of me and behind me. It’s Way Cool. Ten miles, 20 miles, 30
miles…..still pedaling. I start to sing in my head ‘I feel
Good, I knew that I would’ and keep pedaling. Riders pass me, I say
hello, or make comment to make others smile as I ride past
them.
Before I know it we are at the special needs point (about
mile 50) and I pick up my nutritional stuff, and I’m off and riding
within seconds. We turn right onto Route 231 (a busy road) when this guy
in a red and white aero helmet, the rest of his outfit matching right down to
his bike, and is then made complete with the fashion statement of 2007….the
must-have ‘compression’ knee-high socks. But are they really
socks if they only go to your ankles? Anyway, as he passes me I say to
him:
“You’re so color coordinated!” He
says, “Vat is it you say? I’m German, and my English is not so good”
(say it in ‘Arnold-Speak’ and you get the picture). Instead
of trying to explain it to him I just give him a big smile and tell him “You
look GREAT!” He give me this huge grin and says “I feel
GREAT! It is my first Ironman!” I have to put the exclamation
points in here because he was truly ecstatic about doing this race. I
later saw Klaus running great on the course.
It is here that I start to truly appreciate how my body is
able to continue to pedal at the same cadence, my heart rate stays steady, and
how the human machine can do what it was trained to do without a lot of
effort. And I was still going fast. Up to this point I had been
riding as fast as my last few half iron distance races, but with less
effort. A lot of this had to do with the course, but I knew the rest I
could chalk up to great training, great coaching (Thanks Graham!), and a great
attitude.
I continue to pedal. I see draft packs, I see people I
know in them, but it doesn’t bother me because I know that what they do will
not affect me in the slightest. It was up to them to justify their
cheating to themselves. I kept it honest, and I kept it fun. And I
was still riding faster than I had ever done in an IM event.
Mile 100 comes by, and I’ve just set a PR. Do I
slow down? Nope. I can smell the finish of the bike, and I still
feel great. In hindsight though I wish I would have backed it off a
notch the last 20 miles. It would have changed the outcome of the race a
bit, and probably cost me about 10 minutes on the run, but you know when you
make a decision you have to live with it. It’s all about choices.
The good news is that I was still in ‘Debi’s
World’, and ready to run!
Bike time: 5:39
I get out of transition quickly with just a short break in
the port-john, and start to jog out of transition. It was time for the
fun and games to begin.
I see friends cheering me the first half mile, and then I
get a lot of people yelling out ‘Go Debi’….I keep turning my
head to see if I recognize who is yelling my name out, only to finally realize
(dope-slap on the head) that my race number has my name on it. Stupid
idea in my opinion. Should have worn the race number with my last name on
it instead. That way I would have known who truly knows me by how they
tried to pronounce my last name. Since this wasn’t an option this
late in the game I just took my race number, and folded it up around the race
belt so that no one could see my name (which also means I probably won’t
have any ‘official’ run photos from the race, and hell if I’m
going to search through their ‘who are these people’ files with my
dial-up connection).
For those of you who are initiated in the art form of
running a marathon after getting off the bike, here is what you see in an
non-championship Ironman race:
A lot of people walking. A lot of cups, sponges,
and trash in general. A lot of people walking. Really interesting spectators
like the woman who was playing the accordion during the entire race (she did
have a break one time I passed her corner, and she had a stand in who was just
learning how to play). A lot of walking. Then there were the women
who were dressed in their ‘prostitute’ Halloween costumes at the Beer
Station. Some more walking. Then there was ‘Batman’ –
I swear to God that a guy ran the entire thing in his Batman costume. People
talking as they were walking. I could have sworn that this was a race.
Either way I went through the first half of the race feeling
like someone had stomped on my feet, and I had no energy in my legs. I
lost that ‘Giddy-Up’ feeling on the bike course. This is
where I just started to think in terms of ‘Relentless Forward Progress.’
But I was running the whole thing. Last year at Kona I spent a lot of
time walking the first 10 miles. This year was much better. Debi’s
World.
Once I finished up the first lap (and saw Sherry and Beth
with their salted Margarita glasses in hand…those b!tches) it was time
for round two. I knew I had to change tactics to be faster the second half
of the race so I started out by taking a couple of electrolyte caps. This
quickly helped to change how I felt, and then I was running comfortably from
aid station to aid station. Coke? Gatorade? Gels?
Pretzels? Watermelon? Banana? Water? The choices
were amazing, but I just stuck with water and an occasional sip of Gatorade or
coke depending on how I felt.
The good news? I’m still running. I pass
by one of my female competitors who I know from several races in the past.
She complained about the drafting penalty that she got (which she deserved), and
I just kept running. JFR. Just Freaking Run.
At mile 19, on the road that never ends, I catch up to
my friend Liz Schieber. She had a great swim and ride that day (58 min,
and 5:30 bike), and she promptly started to run with me. Before I know it
she’s starting to make me run faster than I had been when I caught
her. We’d stop at aid stations together to get our choice of poison,
and off we would go again running stride for stride. This was the best
part of the race. How often do you get to run with a friend in the later
stages of a race? We would get to an aid station, I would tell her let’s
slow down a bit, and before I knew it she would be pushing the pace again.
I bet she tells people that I picked it up…..but it was really her!
I start to think it would be great to cross the finish line with
her, as that would be a picture I would actually buy. Unfortunately I
lost her at the mile 24 aid station as her IT Band was giving her issues, and
she didn’t want it to totally lock her knees up. Either way she had
a great race (big PR), and crossed two minutes after me.
As I approach the last two miles I don’t stop at the
aid stations. I have all the stuff in my system I need and I just want to
get this race over with as soon as possible. I have several thoughts in
my head going on this time.
1. It is my last Ironman event I will do in the
States, and maybe forever. I’ve done five of them, and this is probably
about as much as my body can take. But I’m very happy with my race.
2.That people who actually do the double IM events are
truly crazy. I just can’t see abusing my body to this point twice
over.
3.The race doesn’t excite me as much as it used to.
4.The Ironman Addiction is broken. I will no longer
have to go to IMA(nonymous) meetings again. I will save myself a fortune.
I cross the finish line with a smile on my face.
Why? Because I’m done, but also because I had a great race. I
ran the entire thing (with the exception of the aid station breaks), I
qualified for Boston (again), and I accomplished my goals for this year.
But mostly because I had my family and friends there.
They truly did make it special for me. Having my daughter at my race was
the best. Having my friends, and most of my family there made it that
much more special.
Run time: 4:00 and some change.
Total time: 10:51
Place – second 45-49 women.
For those of you in the know, I did qualify for the World
Championships again, but I didn’t take the slot. I have bigger fish
to fry than do Kona again (plus that race is hard as hell, and not fun at
all). And for me? It ‘s all about FUN!
Debi Bernardes
PS. Special thanks go to the following people for
making this possible:
1.My husband Jack who trains with me, but refuses to pay
475.00 to say he did an IM. He’s an animal.
2.My kids who support me no matter what crazy things I
do.
3.Shelley Kovacs my training partner on the bike and some
of the brick workouts….aka the ‘Tick’
4.Sherry Dowdy who keeps me laughing by coming up with
new slogans for me. From ‘Debi’s World’ to ‘Debimademedoit.com’
and other pokes at my persistent optimistic attitude.
5.Ruth Olson, Betsy Butler and Irene Ultee who keep me
feeling good about myself with their support, and they train with me when
needed.
6.All my clients who’s support is so
wonderful you can never know how much it means to me!
7.And lastly my coach Graham Wilson who keeps me
laughing, pushing me harder than ever, and not putting up with my whining.
I’ve had some great coaches in my life and he is one of them (Mike Plumb also
has a huge role for helping to get to this level).
Oh….the whole flying monkey thing? I saw it on
the t-shirt of some teenage kid in an elevator in Florida and thought it summed
up the race. Because since this was basically an almost perfect race
there weren’t as many wacky things to write about. Don’t you
hate perfect races? They make the most boring stories.
PSS. Liz Shieber, Lars Dahl, and Linae Boehme-Terrana
had the races of their lives on this day with me. I am so proud of you
guys!!!!!
For those of you who don't know me, I tend to get beyond upset, beyond reason, and beyond hope before a race. At least, this has been the case for my first marathon and my first triathlon. Poor Debi and Betsy have had to listen to me whine, at least, twice a day and have millions of frantic e-mails from me. Anyway, I went to the Bizz Johnson Marathon in the town of Susanville, CA with an elevation of 4500 to run a marathon starting at elevation 5200 then up to 5600 then a drop down to the town. Ah, no problem if I arrive early in the week and run in Reno, Nevada thought I as Reno has an elevation of 4,000. I went out there with Shelly and Tammy and tried to follow the "tomorrow I might go as far as suicide, but I won't let it bother me tonight" philosophy from I think the Eagles. I did in part stay calmer than usual the first part of the week which is not calm by the standards of others, but I just tried to think of this little run as a training run. We ran in Reno along the "river" which by our standards would be a small stream and tried to get used to the cool, dry, thin air. I felt the elevation, but I could handle it. I was semi-calm, and only calling Debi 2 or 3 times a day, and Betsy may-be 4 times a day. Tammy was just stuck with me. That is I remained semi-calm until Thursday when the cold front came in with snow, sleet, and cold air. Tammy and I ran to Sports Authority ditching shorts for long pants, gloves and headbands. It was so cold! O'k, I admit I was getting more scared about this race at that point.
Finally, off to Susanville on Friday before the Sunday race. The race check in was in a tiny building with only two little tents for the expo. Thankfully, I did not have to decide whether it was bad luck to buy marathon stuff before the race as they had none. We got a cotton shirt, race pins, number and not even a bag. I asked about chips and received a scornful snort so I shut up. I then asked a girl what she thought the temperature would be when we started at the top of the mountain. Without hesitation, she replied that it would be around 10 degrees. Argh! I don't know what I expected, but I think bands and cheerleaders for my having come all the way across the country and actually showing up to run this race would have been a nice touch at checkin. Anyway, Tammy and I then went to find the beginning of where the race was to begin. I felt like I was driving in Narnia travelling through the snow flakes on the Starship Enterprise at light speed. The snow blew hard at our car as the pine trees were capped with snow. No underbrush grows in these tall Loplolly like pines. No redwoods, no alders, or pretty maples up there. We drove down a logging road which we thought was where the race would begin, but when we stopped where we thought the race might start, only silence and the passing of lumberjacks could be heard. "Oh, my God, where am I," kept running through my Eeyore like mind. " If Tammy leaves me on this run, I am so dead. It is so scary up here!"
Anyway, Saturday morning at 3:00 a.m. is when it started. I panicked My mother's words of warning that I was sure to have a heart attack running 26 miles at my age came up in my mind. My reallization that I was going to run 26 miles in the cold and at this elevation continuously ran through my thoughts. My memory of promising my husband to give up this craziness if I didn't make the 26 miles so that this was my only chance. The thought that I'm going to be 50 in December. And, oh, my God, I'll bet I'll get my feminine problem during the race or on better thought not having my feminine problem come leaving me feeling like a giant white tick. I was absolutely sure about my demise. "Oh, my God, I'm going to die. Oh, my God, how did I get into this mess and how did this happen. I can't believe that I chose to do this. Am I insane?" These thoughts ran continuously through my mind. I already had received a warning about going bezerk from Tammy so I attempted to cry quietly; however, about an hour later, I hear Tammy from her bed telling me to get over it and asking me what the hell I was actually afraid would happen. Knowing that this would entail a long disertation which would not be logical made it short and tried to clean up my act.
Finally, Saturday morning came, and we went again up to the top of the mountain and ran a few miles. The air was noticably thin, dry and very cold, but after running three miles, I thought that it was o'k. I mean I was out of the car and actually running, and I was still o'k. The surface of the path was wonderful, and the aide stations were already up and stocked for Sunday. Well, this euphoria did not last long. When we returned to the hotel, the panic grabbed me again. Wonderful Beth and Sherry called, and but I was already outside snuffing so Tammy would not have to deal with me. Debi and Betsy called. They all tried to console me as best they could and assure me that I would not die. I am convinced that they thought that I was a definite nut case. Ruth and Lara were on my phone offering me encourgement along with a bunch of other well wishers. Poor Debi was being inundated with calls about my pending nervous breakdown and tried her best to keep me going. I know, I know, I'm really like a shaking, barking chihuahua.
O'k, so I survived. The next morning was a touch warmer. Tammy and I got to the depot at 7:00 where we were allowed to sit in the warmed up buses until 7:45 when they finally left. It was about a 45 minute trip to the start where we were in a dither about whether to wear long pants when we would have to take off our shoes to get them off. This would mean putting our foot on mud which was frozen. OOOOOuuuu, but it was so cold. Well, I did it. I took off my pants and left them with the stuff to be brought down. We kept our gloves, jackets and headbands, though. Finally, the moment came. The race started! Not a sound was made from all of the runners, only the steady sound of feet on the dirt road. Then we started to climb up in elevation. No one spoke for miles as no one could breathe. Tammy started making funky noises in her chest like a purr or a growl. Finally, around mile 7, the descent started. At mile 14 or so, just when I thought that I actually might be able to finish this damn thing, my IT band started cramping on the side of my knee. I had hoped my body wouldn't realize that we were going downhill, but it did. I stopped and stretched it at each mile until mile 19 where it really started to hurt. Tammy went ahead of me,at that point. Each stretch brought me about a half a mile more of running until the cramp kept me from running; then a quarter of a mile. Finally, I came upon a girl at mile 23 who was trying to keep from vomiting so we teamed up together stopping for her to gag and me to stretch every 1/4 to 1/2 mile, and together we ran the last three miles. Yes, indeed, I finished! I guess that I never thought that I would finish. I was kind of surprised and ashamed at my surprise. Why didn't I believe Debi? Tammy came in a short time before I did as she had trouble the last two miles. The elevation hit everyone pretty hard making it a hard race for most of the people there. On the plus side, the surface was wonderful, and as a bonus with the dry air, sweat dried immediately leaving most of us with a powdery white salt all over us. We were totally dry, and only a few of the guys were stinky. The last seven miles are really beautiful as more trees grow in the lower elevations and the streams flow along the path. The snacks were good, and the people are friendly. I think that if anyone else does this race, they should come up a few days early and train in Susanville and at the top of the mountain. There is a big difference between 4,000 and 6,000 feet.
We had to be bussed back to my car. Whereupon, I immediately phoned our fearless coach who first congratulated me, and then barked "You're never doing this to us, again. Do you know how many phone calls I have been receiving? I only asked you to run a measly 26 miles, not to climb the Sears Tower." Hmm. I was a bit taken aback. You know the Sears Tower might have been easier for me.
Thanks for everyone who pulled me through this race especially Debi who told me how it would go down before it did. Yes, she was right, I did get rid of that white tick feeling a week late, but a day before the race. Yes, you were right, you're training prepared me. Other than my IT band, I was in very little pain. As for everyone else, I hate running, biking and swimming alone, and you have been there for me. I gripe, cry, whine and wimper during track and long runs, but I truly love being with all of you. I train so that I can be with you, and I need races for goals. It's a vicious circle. I know that it was not an easy decision to travel with me and run this race for Tammy and Shelly, and all that I can say is that I owe you. Without you, I would not have had the courage to go. Shelly's main purpose for going was to pull me through this race. Thank you, again, for helping me achieve a goal which I needed to set. I just don't know how to thank you. I hope that now I will be calmer in my future races, and I look forward to spending time with all of you.