It was just a short easy run. Our big race was over and we were enjoying a few weeks of easy. My friends and I, having just finished a swim, set off on a 5 mile run. We ran together, joking and reliving all the fun moments of the Ironman 70.3 we had all completed just two weeks earlier. On a long flat section of sidewalk, I stepped on a rock and slipped off of the sidewalk which was raised about three inches off of the ground. My ankle twisted off the sidewalk and I fell, seemingly in slow motion, down. All the way down. And in that quick few seconds, my life changed.
This is a much longer post than normal, but I wanted to record my thoughts. I also spent a lot of time reading blogs about other people’s experiences leading up to this race, so I hope this might motivate someone or help them feel less nervous about their first race.
After months of training the day was finally here; I was about to do my first half triathlon.
My nerves were high as I walked the few blocks from my hotel room to the transition area of the race. When I arrived the whole scene had an otherworldly feel to it. At 5am, it was still very dark, so temporary lights had been set up to illuminate the entire transition area which held 2700+ bikes. A man with a megaphone announced over and over “you must be marked before you can enter transition”, while a seemingly never-ending line of people quietly boarded buses that would fill and pull away. It all had the feel of something much more sinister than a race!
“Is this your first time? Oh, you’ll always remember your first one!”
I have received questions and comments like this quite often over the past few weeks. People are very excited when they realize I am about to do my first half Ironman. This first Ironman, the Chattanooga 70.3, is coming up – this Sunday in fact. I’m excited and nervous and scared and really, just ready to get it over with!
Last August I was running with my trainer Nicole and she encouraged me to sign up for a half Ironman. “I know you can do it”, she said. The swimming portion scared me to death, but I was in. My heart pounded and I felt sick to my stomach as I registered for the Ironman 70.3 in Chattanooga, but I was excited to have a real challenge. With the right training I was pretty sure I would survive it…hopefully.
Today I began my triathlon training for the year. By that I mean I got my butt in the pool and swam. I haven’t swam since August because, well, I don’t like to swim! Lay on a beach, yes. Float on a raft in the middle of the pool, yes. Sit in a hot tub, of course. Actually swim, no! Unfortunately 1/3 of a triathlon is swimming so I have to start the training.
So I got my suit on, stuck my head under the shower, and walked out to the pool. Of course, since it’s January, every lane was filled with three people. I stood, freezing now, while the lifeguard filled me in on the abilities of the swimmers in each lane and which lane would be best for me to join. Finally I slipped into the water, adjusted my goggles, and dove under. “Wow, this feels great!”, I thought. Then I surfaced and began to swim the freestyle (which looks nothing like the real freestyle) and it became painfully clear to me just how long it has been! All I could think was that I am glad it is only January!
Part of my dislike of swimming is overcoming the boredom of back and forth laps in a pool. When I run (my favorite!) I have my playlist to keep me company if I am running alone. I love my running playlist. It’s named “Running Fast”! Continue reading “my running playlist”
There’s no better place to be on a hot July day then on the water. It’s been a hot summer so far and we have spent many days in swimming pools and lakes, swimming the day away. My (spoiled) kids were beginning to become bored with swimming, so we decided to try something different- a trip down the Delaware River. We decided to go on a 6 mile float down the Delaware with some friends. The trip taught us some valuable lessons that I figured I would share. Continue reading “lessons learned on the delaware”