Monday, December 2, 2013

Well hello there dusty old blog

Has it been this long since I've written here, or even visited my site.  Well I guess it has.  Wow!  Here I am now and let's get this thing going.

2013 has been a good year for me racing.  I got back into pretty okay triathlon shape and did 8 triathlons.  I did a few running races too.  I did a handful of sprints and 3 olympic distance triathlons.  At the beginning of the season I was quite nervous and anxious about the oly distance.  Now after completing a few oly's I can say I really enjoy it.  I like that the swim is longer, the bike too.  And, the run is not too bad.  Before 2013 I had just done 2 olympic distance events, one in 2003 (my first year in triathlon!!) and one in 2009.  I ended the season with 2 olympics and had fun and did well.

October was almost a full month off of training.  November has been pretty good, a few hit or miss training sessions and kids were sick and I wasn't feeling well.  So, December turns a new page and we're back in the game.

I did a turkey trot much like I have for the better part of the last 23 years.  My first turkey trot was with my brother in 1990!  With that brought a love of running and doing races.

So this Thanksgiving I did my town's local 5k.  For many years I would go to Dallas for the big turkey trot, and I will go back again someday.  Just the last couple of years I haven't made it down there and opted to stay close to home.  It's awfully convenient.  It's a lot fun to be around neighbors and the community here.  I wasn't quite sure what to expect going in to this race.  As I mentioned earlier, my kids hadn't been feeling especially well and I had some odd symptoms and general not feeling myself going in too.  There were several zeroes on my training log before the race, so I just didn't quite know where I would stand.  The night before the race though I had a 27:50 pop in my head and I sat at the computer to check out the pace calculator and see where the mile splits (8:57) needed to be.  Hmmm… I thought.  And, with that I went to bed.

The next morning we got up and as I opened the back door to feed the dogs a whoosh of freezing cold air hit me.  Oh lordy.  It was much colder than I thought it was going to be.  Okay.  Onwards and off I went to the race site to get my race # and all the pre-race stuff.  Brrrrr…. my car thermometer read 29*. For Texas that is just downright cold.  I had on shorts and some fleece pants over and a thermal running top.  And hat and gloves.  I was feeling quite chilly.  I went and got my number and went back to the car.  I sat there for a while and about 20 minutes before the start I decided I needed to do a warm up.  It was much too cold out to just get at the line and go when the horn sounded.  Sure way to pull a muscle or something.  I ran for a little while and did some strides, butt kicks, high knees.  Ran the finish hill a few times just up and back easily.  Nothing major.  I guess with the pre-race nerves/jitters or whatever, I just don't ever feel great in my warm ups.  My legs feel heavy, breathing doesn't seem totally normal, I just feel off.  I went back to the car, again, and took off the pants and ran in my shorts.  I really thought about this, but am I so glad I wore shorts.  It was great to run in the shorts.  I definitely would have overheated had I had any more clothes on than I did.

The horn sounded and we were off!  The start is a slight downhill until you make a left hand turn about 1/4 mile in.  I had to dodge a few people in front of me, but after the left hand turn I seemed to find a little bit of space.  Then a slight uphill and another left hand turn.  At that point I looked down at my garmin and it said current pace was 9:15.  Hmmm… okay.  It felt a little harder than that, but I think it was the turn that was slowing me and a little traffic jam.  No worries.  Upcoming was a nice long downhill.  I tried to just let my legs go and lean down in to the hill.  At the bottom of the hill there was a right hand turn and then it was a good 150 yards uphill.  At the top of the hill was the 1 mile marker.  I actually have run this hill a few times in training, so I knew I could get up it well.  It seemed over very quickly.  I looked at my watch at the mile 1 marker and my garmin said 8:30, but only .96 miles in.  A few moments later my watch beeped for 1 mile and it said 8:55.  Okay.  We can do this!!  My goal then became to keep the mile splits under 9 minutes and go after that 27:50 I envisioned the night before.  I knew then at that mile 1 marker that I was going to do well this day.

The second mile felt good.  I was pushing, but under control.  I would actually say this was my favorite mile.  I was passing some people and just moving well.  The mile was somewhat flat, a little false flat for a short section, and the mile 2 marker was again in the middle of hill this time.  I got to the marker and my watch beeped 8:57.  Yes!!  Good!!  I really maintained a good, controlled effort up the gradual incline.  Then, there was another moderate downhill.  I needed that for a short breather for a second. :)  A little bit later I looked at my watch and recall it saying that I was at 2.4 miles in.  Not much further to go.  I was feeling glad there that the race was nearing over.  A minute later I saw that I was at 2.6 miles and just a half mile to go.  A short, but rather steep hill appeared and this was my weakest moment of the race.  I took small steps going up, but just didn't have a lot of umph to those steps.  I was very slow in going up, hardly faster than a walk.  Luckily that part was over quickly and then we had a nice, gradual downhill for a ways.  Lastly a right turn and you could see the finish line!  It was on that same hill that we started on, but we had to go up this time!  Darn!  Mile 3 was right there and I went through 3 miles in 9:01.  Almost at my goal to keep the mile splits under 9.  Like I said, my weak point in the race was that hill and had I gone just a little faster I would have been under 9.  The last tenth was at 7:58 pace!  Go me!! :)   As the finish line approached I saw a girl starting to sprint up on my right side.  I stepped up my pace as best I could and I held her off!  yes!  That was fun!!!  I came across the mat and immediately put my hands on my knees.  I felt that one big time.  My max HR was 187 during the race!  That was the highest I've ever seen my run HR.

Per the race results, I was 7th out of 42 in my age group (30-39) and my chip time was 27:23.  I ran this same race last Thanksgiving and my time was 33:27.  So I ran 6 minutes faster in just one year's time!  Wow!!  What a great improvement!!  I'm proud of this run for so many reasons.  And, best of all, I had fun!!