Positivity is better

I’m trying to be positive these days, just generally more positive. I tried yesterday and was mostly successful, until later in the day when I was being pretty negative. Booo! Stop it!

I’m listening to Cut Copy’s “Take Me Over” off their album Zonoscope, and it’s just so cute and happy and lovely and it makes me bob my head (a really good sign!). Reminds me of a old Fleetwood Mac song actually! Anyway, it’s nice and happy, but the point is that the first few lyrics really just spoke to me:

“Do you hear the voice inside your head
Whispering to live your dreams instead”

I dream of being happy and positive, always. I am willing to try harder, or just period! 🙂

Also another artist I am enjoying now is Caro Emerald. I can’t say enough that her music is just reallllly upbeat and so happy!

I think I have to give up my Depeche Mode and just keep the happy music pumping. It makes me feel good and *want* to be positive. That’s the more important part I think.

 

 

Taking a break

Yes I dropped off the face of the blog-o-sphere. Sorry kids.

I’ve been training in a sense, still, but things aren’t going as planned. Number 1: I hurt my left shoulder pretty badly a while ago, doing what, I do not know! I think probably lifting weights at some point or rock climbing, a new found awesome sport. To say the least, I’m pissed. I was just starting to improve quite rapidly in my climbing abilities, more of the slanties and less of the straight wall. More finger dexterity and strength and less painful raw hands. It’s sad. However I am not even able to swim without pain when I execute the pull in freestyle. So, with that I’ve made the decision to take time off of triathlon. I will be volunteering my heart out as well as running hard and biking like a demon! That might mean a duathlon or 2…but I really am not in the competing mood. Probably my current situation…

In fact, I’ve been doing some training at the downtown Syracuse YMCA on Sundays, called “The Ironman Sessions” on a computrainer. They are almost every other week on Sundays for a few hours, for about 6 weeks. The last grueling one (prior to this past Sunday) was 3 hours and I was toast. This past Sunday – yesterday – was only 2, but it was a work out!! Serious. no joke stuff. The Computrainer thing is cool, it’s like a regular trainer, but better since you are hooked up to a computer and you get all your stats instantly. It also makes 3 hours go by like it’s nothing. Really. I know.

Usually during these sessions, Sam (our fearless leader) loads an IM course (we’ve done Kona twice) and we peddle for 2-3 hours, while the computer/computrainers do the rest. The system records your instantaneous power output, average power output, speed, average speed, heart rate, average heart rate, cadence, average cadence…you get the idea. So I’ve been averaging on that course like 13.5mph and 95 Watts, which is weeeaak! This past Sunday I averaged ~1.6 Watts/kg. This is why I am doing these sessions, because I can’t ride fast or output high power. I am pretty weak in cycling and really hope this helps me improve. Despite it being really cool to have all these stats available, I cannot wait to get outside! The snows really need to go away (and J and I need to move to a warmer place — this is crazy cold!!). However I haven’t really enjoyed biking as much as I can, I think. This is because every time I sit on my saddle it’s the worst experience ever. The saddle is horrible, and my knees want to dislocate after  2 hours of working at those peddles. It’s horrible. I don’t even want to ride this thing! This leads me to believe that I need a new bike fit, which is between 100-300 dollars! Plus all the additional stuff added on if I need something, for example a new saddle and some tri-bars!

I still enjoy tri a lot, I’m just not in the mood right now for anything really dedicated. I guess it’s my mental cycle right now. I really don’t know. I think the thesis-ing is really blowing all my dedication out of my system. It’s sucking my soul our through my eyeballs.

Just a few months and then I can be on my way I think….just a fewwww mooore months…

Annecy Triathlon 2012 Thoughts

Oh how fast the time has passed to get me to this point, a few days before the longest triathlon I will have ever done!

Yes, I’m definitely nervous. Yes, I am trying to taper, but I’ve been tapering for like 3 weeks now (HA!). Yes, I’m staying hydrated.

I wonder if I’ll ever feel ready for a race. I feel more ready for a sprint distance right now. I didn’t work out as much as I would have liked or expected, really, but I kinda just re-started. Although, I’m not as nervous as I would have thought. I expect that this is dramatically change come race day!

For the swim, I know I can do 1500m. I just know I will freak out a bit. Whatever, that’s ok. So under normal conditions I can do like 2:15/100m easily, but lets add a few seconds on to it for reduction in  efficiency. So the swim should take me around 36 minutes. Let’s add 4 minutes for any extra freak out. ~40 minutes then.  That’s safe. Under 40 would really be preferable, but I won’t cry if it’s longer. I’m more concerned about drowning.

For the bike part. J and I did it in about 2 hours and 30 ish minutes. I expect something around that maybe a touch slower from the exhaustive swim. Avg speed going up is like 8mph and avg speed going down is like 25 mph, which says I should finish faster, but the uphills are looooong.

For the run, I will give 12 minute miles as a guess because I’ll be tired. So that’s over an hour, about ~72 minutes. I’ll be so happy if I do this. If I pull some 10 minute miles in here, I’ll be even more happy! But let’s not get crazy!!

In total: 40min + 150min + 72 min = 262 minutes = 4.4 hours or 4 hours and 24 minutes.  I expect something like that, possibly slower as the weather forecast tells me it’s going to be hellish hot ~90s (F). It’s fine with me if I go slow.

I’ll be proud no matter what, because this course isn’t easy! Those climbs are badass and I’ll be so happy to have done them. I think this will be a lot of fun!

Ugh. Why…?

Why does this keep happening? Why is this continent out to get everyone who is not native? Why the friggin’ hell can J and I not do the things we want to do without some bureaucratic or frustratingly European thing getting in our damn way?

We have definitely had these issues in the past 2+ years we’ve been in France/Switzerland and this is nothing new.

We were just doing so well lately. For instance, yesterday was a really long chock-full-of-stuff-got-done kinda day, without a hiccup! Unbelievable! REALLY!

I wanted/needed some new triathlon shorts as the ones I have are far too short (chaaaafe) and so the only place I found nearby, apart from Annecy, was Nyon. We also needed to donate a boat-load of books and other stuff so that was on our list! Then Justin got the idea to take a late night stroll on the beach..how dare he want to do such a thing! Keep in mind, everything (EVERYTHING) closes at 5 on Saturdays. That’s very European. ugh.

The real winning of the day started early at 9 AM when we scooted fast over to the Thoiry Mall to go food shopping.We stop at the bank to ask to close J’s bank account. There is a lovely man there from Lyon (sweet!) who helps us, knows us at this point –  although I am super surprised – and we get an appointment! (Success #1)

I decided to look for another pair of shorts as I have recently donated ~3 of 5 pairs of shorts as they just fall off me now (WIN!), . Well I tried on a lot of shorts and capris and holy buckets of cupcakes I found a pair! I found out I’m a 38 in French sizing…no idea what that means, but there it is! (Success #2)

Then we headed over to Go Sport to find some gels for the tri next weekend as I might die if I don’t get any calories in during the 4+ hour process. We found strawberry-banana, green apple and a new flavor: lemon-lime! Last time we went, they were out of everything!! So this was faaaabulous! (This was success #3 and it wasn’t even after 10AM – YEAAAA).

Around 1PM J and I took off for Nyon, got there and parked around 1:30. Walked around for 10 minutes then hunted for the shop, Swim & Run (part of Sportmax.ch). The guy there was incredibly nice! Who can believe such a thing after all the tales I’ve told about this horrendous continent??! Well, he was. He helped me pick out some shorts, he and J asked me how things were when I tried them on. PS. This was all in French. And despite me telling him my French was poor, he kept on talking fast and telling me things I couldn’t understand. et…voila. Really. There it is, because, well…there it is, that’s all I can do. However, after having been successful at actually arriving at Nyon and finding a good parking spot, I never imagined I’d find a pair of shorts! Well, gosh darnit I did! I tried on 6 pairs and found a nice pair of Orca tri hipster shorts that, friggin finally, do not come all the way up to under my breasts because they are so long! They don’t have any annoying grippy part at the bottom of the short to avoid ride-up, but they shouldn’t ride up because they are pretty cozy against my quadriceps. My quads are far too large for the shorts to creep up, but we will see! We also finally found some elastic shoelaces (ours are ~3 years old) and those were outrageously priced but whatever I guess, I don’t even know. And we found some other flavored gels to try out, tropical punch and vanilla! If I eat 4 strawberry-banana gels in a day I don’t think I’ll be happy. (Success #  4 & 5 & 6)

By now it wasn’t too late so we had a nice walk up and down the lake front where we encountered a large boat starting to park. J helped the dude out by tying up one side of the boat to a large ring in the ground. He took some pictures of it, we mosey-ed back to the parking lot and headed to our next destination…the donation place….

The donation place we went to was in Plan-Les-Ouates in the Geneva Canton but not in Geneva proper. We took the A1 autoeroute straight to it, we make the turns, FIND IT, and back into the donation area. We ask the dude if they accept all we had, he said “OUI”, we say “SACRE BLEU!”, we dump it and vamoose. Seriously? No papers to fill out? No appointment to make?? Where am I?! The USA!? (Success #7 & 8).

Fast forward a few hours, around 9 when we decide to go to the beach to have a walk to see the sunset. We make it to Versoix, find a good parking, take our walk, J takes some nice photos and we’re out! (Success #9)

HOLY MOTHER! WE DID IT! We had a day of more than 1 success and 0 failures! This is the best day ever!!

Until today. Oh today. Today wasn’t the worst, but it certainly wasn’t Saturday June 23 2012!!! That day will go down in history!

Today, was blaaahh, until we decided to go swimming. It’s not even hot here, it’s like in the 70s but once we got to the pool, there are people parked on the grass already…fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! I knew it was bad. We decided to take a look. We walked over to look, it’s a madhouse. See the clip below to see the absolutely mayhem that goes on at this fucking pool.

 

It is like this all the time but only  100000 times worse. Ugh. And to add to it, there was no lane today, just like on every Wednesday Saturday and Sunday! Yea, the swiss believe in a one lane system. Fuckers. We left frustrated.

I was going to work on my tan but the sun went behind some clouds and crapped all over an already craptastic day. yey.

So to rejoice in this I made vanilla bean cupcakes with brown sugar. Which were delicious. 🙂

I can’t wait to move back to the US. 40 days can’t come sooner!!

Help with accountability?

I think I am ready for this thing(the tri to trump all tris), but I also think that I need to have some culpability for the future, and really starting now. I feel like I slithered out of a lot of my training for no reasons, although at the time I’m sure I had some excuse like: “it’s raining” or “work was so long today” or “I’m afraid to take the metro in a city I am unfamiliar with…” bla bla bla. It’s all bogus when it comes down to it. Really.

I will give myself a break since J and I are at CERN, we don’t love it, and all that fun French stuff, definitely. And with all this, we have been averaging ~4 hours a week exercise, for 5-6 days a week, which is an increase of > 60% from last year!! Holy cow!! (real current reaction, despite being in the most boring meeting evaarrR) Now that I see those numbers, I think I will relax a little on the self-punishment. haha, maybe I should have checked that before! And to boot, I have lost a bit of weight. I guess I just expected more from myself…

However, it must be noted that I am just barely ready for an olympic distance triathlon. Had I been signed up for a sprint, I would be good to go! But since this triathlon is A) longest I’ll have done, B) got a bitchin’ bike ride, I’m still nervous. I really needed to do those extra swimbikeruns all those times I decided I didn’t want to. It’s a bummer to look back on it and see my lazy bupkiss at certain times. For instance, I absolutely 100% should have done my week of intense training in Prague (out there to give a talk at HQL2012 – Physics conference). It was the 6th week in an 8 week plan, where the 6th and 7th weeks get very intense. I guess it was my way of wimping out because I didn’t want to do it.

Point is, I want/need some accountability, not necessarily to do everything with training, but to make sure I stay on track!

How do I do this?

Do I ask J to be my coach in this?I feel like that’s dangerous! He is my hugest supporter, but I can’t ask him to do any more that he does. He’d never have time for photography!!

Do I hire a coach at some point? I don’t think it’s a bad idea, but I think that is for a few years from now…

Do I write the daily workouts on this thingy? Along with my feelings, and all that stuff? Use it as my journal, as it were? This feels like the most natural thing for me…for now. But will that hold me culpable for the training? No one reads this thing!

Any suggestions, J? I know you are the only one who reads 😉

 

Annecy Tri 2012 Pre-ride – Good Gawd!!

J and I went for a sweet bike ride on Saturday (the 8th) in Annecy. The goal was pretty straight forward: ride the tri course and don’t die. Simple. Huuurty.

We arrived in Annecy and it was pretty nice over there. We actually started biking in Sevrier, which is basically where the giant hill of doom starts. We parked, got ready, and took a 5 minute warm up along the lake path that is specifically for runners, walkers, bikers, whatever. We did see one guy skate-skiing with long poles threatening to impale anyone who was nearby. He was also wearing the shortest spandex a man can possibly wear. Sweet.

So we head off in the direction of our destiny. The 15km climb to gain 600m. Saweeet.

So the first bit wasn’t so bad! It was actually semi-enjoyable, since the lake was to our left and it was so beaauuuutiful. Just gorgeous. J stopped a few times to catch some photos of the lake and landscape, and while he took breaks, I chugged on. And because I am so slow, he managed to stop like 4 times and still catch up with me every time. Good for my ego. <shhhhrink>.

I think I averaged like 8 mph on the way up. At some points I hit 10, some points I hit 7. I almost made it to the top without any rest breaks, but at some point, ~1km from the Col (900m), I was going slower and slower and it wasn’t happening. Stopped for a 3 minute break, took a gel, drank waters, drenched myself with water and then on our way again.

The gel didn’t upset my stomach at all, like sometimes, so yey for that! Then finally we hit the top and J caught a shot of my bupkiss passing the Col sign. He is such a good photographer! Always gets the timed shots!

Then we turned left, and all of a sudden we go straight up again…whaaat? The profile on the Annecy website didn’t feature this! Then we follow the road to the right, where I drop my speed to ~5mph because it’s steep here! I’m thinking…whaaat?? again. But there is not time to consider this because there are the cutest sheep in the world to me left. OMG they were so cute. Extra fluffy guys, with black eyes and schnozzes, so fluffy, that they looked like they just popped out of the dryer. The looked like stuff animals. So I did what I normally do, despite heaving up this hill, I started screaming “Oh My God, hi cuties! LOOK JUSTIN! They are the cutest I’ve ever seen, omg you are so cuuuute.” To which they responded by running to the opposite side of their fenced area. I do that. All the time. I’m impressed I had enough energy to yell and bike up that shisty hill.

Finally we hit the top of that crap and then saaaaaaail down…and I mean sail. We freakin’ flew. I hit 32mph, and there were some switchbacks so it was pretty scary. We hit this town, and then continued on, and realized we missed a turn, but it was right behind us. Turned, and look what we have here…hill #2….BOSSE deux! It was brutal. Way shorter and way steeper than bosse 1. J decided to tackle it standing, some other dude decided to pass me (that’s too damn easy) and I juuuust made it up there without my legs falling off, averaging ~4mph. I didn’t know I could go that slow on my bike. It was tough. Took a break to relax the leggums, and also figure out where to go next. Kept on, and then we FLLLLYY again. At this point we’re more than halfway, which is great because I am getting tired. We fly down a million squiggly switchbacks, my fingers want to fall off and by now i’m sure my brakes are melting onto my wheels. We make it down into this town, where some other guy passed me, and then breaks left while we go straight. Obv he is doing the tri (totally not obv) and we should have followed him. We turn back, and finagle a few turns and find our way to the main road again.

Then make a left, for the final climb..BOSSE troi! We did part of this one 2times bevcause we are big idiots. Well I am, I thought it was the wrong place, but it was correct. So we did it, passes a lady who said I was courageous for doing it, and then J took us to a dead end which had more grade than anything that day (totally doesn’t compare to the Chapelle ride, which I never wrote about because I’m permanently scarred – when I comeback from PTSD, I will write about it). At one point there was a large grating area but with no grating, so I jumped off, walked over the grating then walked my way to the top of the dang hill…was only like 100m…totally worth it. Then we hooked up with part of the first climb and sailed down once again. Within like 5 minutes we were back to the starting point. I’d say it took ~2hours and 25 minutes to climb and about 5 minutes to descend the entire course. I totally rock at climbing. So I withdraw my statement that this season will be the season I learn to climb well….I will just learn to climb a little…to just get by. And thankfully at no point did I think I was going to die on the course. That made me happy. What also made me happy is that I actually finished the damn thing. I definitely needed another gel, and wish I had had one, but will definitely have one come race time. I also felt well hydrated and felt good. My legs wanted to fall off, for sure after. I was tired of climbing. My avg HR during the climb was ~167, and my avg HR overall was 145. My peak was 176, which is great. I didn’t push too hard that I’d want to just throw my bike away and die, but so that I could imagine running 10k after. I think it’s possible! WOOOOO.

Here’s the gpx business:

Yup. Awesome stuff. Do you see the incline of that last one?? jebbbuusss.

Rumilly Super Sprint 2012 Race Report

I’m not completely sure how to begin besides just flat out saying: I am disappointed.

But let me qualify it first by saying that I had a lot of fun also!  The atmosphere *was* a lot more competitive than I had hoped considering it was the shortest race known to mankind, but it could have been because I can’t speak the language well. I went into this thinking it was a training setup, not really a race, because it’s such a short one, and I haven’t done a race since 2009! However, I always get race anxiety and say to myself the night before, who knows what is going to happen? Maybe I’ll do really well, so well in such a short race, that I might even place! I mean come on, it’s a tiny little race, and probably beginners will be there, not anyone crazy serious. Oh how wrong I was. Listen, I didn’t delude myself into thinking I could be champion of the race here, but I was hoping to do better than I did. But as J and I unloaded, and got the race packet and all that jazz, I deflated…a lot. My apparently enormous head (for why?!how did that happen??) popped quickly when I saw those svelte French ladies and dudes with their aero-bars and other ridiculous triathlon paraphernalia. The guys with their bulgy muscles and all too tan faces looking cocky, and the ladies with their nicely fitting shorts and also very tanned-selves. I wanted to prove something I guess, to myself, that I have done this before, this is not something new for me and I would do okay! This is how it was on the inside, on the outside, I was all nerves, asking all kinds of questions in poorly annunciated French to the referees (yup, in stripes) or fellow ladies. I was all jittery, frazzled. Then I saw people jogging for warm ups, and I’m thinking…really? This is like going to take an hour…or less, so why are you wasting energy? Maybe they do it differently. I don’t know. I felt nervous and crappy, so crazy things were going through my head.

J came back from dropping my after-race stuff at the car, then we went over to the pond to feel the water and warm up a bit. I walked in and at first it was nice and warm! Then I walked in until the water was up to my calves and dear god was it cold! I said to myself Okay, let’s do this then… So I dove right in and swam a bit, practicing my good form and my bilateral breathing that I am now comfortable with (cool!). I came up to take a breath and thought This shit is ICE! as you can see from the photo below.

I hope you can zoom on this to see my facial expression. It shows exactly how I felt…COOOOOOOOLD! (Taken by J)

Yeah!! Also please note the amazing head gear I have on. It is truly something special…and is from the 1960s. Why aren’t I wearing a ton of make up to go with it? This hat will come to haunt me in about 20 minutes…

So after that fun time, we lingered around until finally it was time to get to the start line! In this race, the women got to start 7 minnutes ahead of the guys, in something they call “Retrappe Moi Se Tu Peux!!” or “Catch me if you can!”. So all 30 of us ladies lines up at the start of the water. I chatted (yea,, weird huh?) with some ladies prior. Everyone but me and ~5 other gals had wet suits on, which was interesting. It’s such a short swim that I figure taking the thing off would be longer than anything else, but maybe my body wouldn’t have frozen if I had one on! Some lady asked me what type of swim she should do. I’m like, um whatever you want? She said well what are you doing? I respond with the freestyle and if I get tired some breaststroke. Then I threw in, you could back stoke if you want also, seriously it’s up to you. But freestyle is fastest. She nods. (BTW the entire thing was mimed. because I don’t know any words in French about swimming except for: Nager (pronounced: Nah-jhey) = to Swim, Froid (pronounced: frowhad) = cold, and Allez!(pronounced: allay) = GO!). What a weird thing I’ve gotten myself into.

I’m there in the gray tank top with the pink and white on the side. I’m making sure my goggles aren’t fogged. (take by J)

That dude is yelling us where to swim, because they didn’t tell us prior…GENIUS. Damn France!! Get your shit together.

After a few moments of last minute freak out, and wave to my lovey, we finally started!

Ahhhh Rocks, feet, legs! Get out of my way I want to swim now!! (Taken by J)

I think this is a beautiful image captured by Justin of the mayhem that occurs during the beginning of an open water swim. Everyone’s kick and punching, and trying to fight the water, run on rocks, and just swim. It’s a whole different experience than anything else in the world. Then, when your face hits the water, that’s the best part. Well the best part of getting kicked constantly in your right oblique by the lady who racked her bike right next to you, and then her saying “pardon!” very sincerely. I scream “Allez! C’est bon!!”. Which is really what I said the entire race to anyone who passed me, which was 120 people. 😦 She stayed with me for a good portion of the swim actually.

Anyway, that shit WAS cold, I was huffing like a maniac, feeling spent after only a a few minutes. I notice I’m breathing on one side, and not being efficient AT ALL, wasting energy left and right. So I slow down, get into gear, start rolling correctly and do the both side breathing. I felt better, but I took a lot of breast stroke breaks. I turn the last bouy, and see a pack ahead and pack behind me. I made a break for it, leaving my fellow side-kick-er (SEE WHAT I DID THERE??) and then zigzagged a bunch then finally came in the chute, alone. I ran up the chute only to hear everyone scream “Chapeau!!” or “Bonnet!” and I saw Justin screaming “hat!!”. I am all in a tizzy thinking whaaat?! Finally I understand I am to take my swim cap off. I tear it off, along with my own swim cap and my goggles and hurl it at the ground (Master Shake style..I swear it would have exploded if I had the touch). They say, “noo! Ouii!!” I saw “Quoi??” Then I turn to start running to my bike, slip (because I am soaked!) fall on my side, while everyone watches, they saw and said “ohhhh!!” and I’m like “ughh,” get up and run away. It was so….French.

I run to my bike totally wasted of energy, which I am so unhappy about. Got my bike business together, got my bike and ran.

Heyyy Justin!! (Take by J)

I mounted and bike away. I made sure to say thank you to as many of the referee and volunteers as possible. They are important and I appreciate what they have done for me and everyone else participating. The first 10 min of the bike feel like shit, as I’m trying to cool down from the swim. People are passing me incredibly fast, I hooo and haaa at the ladies for being badass, and almost get tossed into the grass a few times from fast dudes. Not cool. Finally hit the turn around, they say “Allez!”, I say, “okay”, then they ask me if I’m english (whaaaa?), I say “Yes. Thank you, Bye”. Ride back up the giant hill I just came down (at a fantastic speed of 30 mph), then make it back to transition with a time of ~27 minutes (huh..how’d I manage that?). I dismounted, booped my split button on my watch with my face (aww yeah, I wish I had a photo of that!) and ran to put my bike back.

T2 was much better. I’d say I kicked it’s ass. I take my bike shoes off, slip my running sneakers on and go to run, stop short in a kind of football player stance, legs wide, make sure I didn’t forget anything the French wouldn’t forget, turn my bib around to my front and take off! 54 secs. BOOOM.

I’m running, it’s kinda hurty, my HR is at 175, not so good. I slow down, then there is a little kid (15? he’s racing me?!) that is bent over. I ask if he’s okay, he says yea. I say no probs. Then a dude stops running, pulls over next to a trash can (on his left, not his right…so I can see everything he is doing), pulls his right short leg up and starts peeing. I swear! I am thinking Are you kidding? No blockage? No? So I yell “Suuuuuper Bon!!”, which translates to super good. He chuckles and/or looks annoyed, says stuff I can’t hear nor understand and runs off. I tell it like it is. Get over it.

Next, is a hairpin turn up a hill, not a giant one, but annoying enough for me to want to hurl, so I took a 20 sec walk break at the top, then continued on my jolly way. Said hello to some volunteers, made my way through some forest bit, fixed my shoelace, more forest bit, then….then it happened. My right toe caught a tree root, and I went flying forward onto the ground, scraping my legs and knees and letting out a giant bellow, “Auuugghhh” style. Awful. I never fall! I am not THAT clumsy! Aaaacccck! Whatever I got up and kept going. Then I hit some plush grass for a bit, decided I was tired and walked for a bit. Saw Justin yelling me for, I was so sad at this point, or maybe I’m just so said now looking back at that point. I don’t know. I picked it up after 10 sec walk rest and he got a nice photo.

I am tired but hiiiii!

I look happy, and I was. I’m just bummed out now, after the matter.

Finally, I turned down the chute to come to the end. Some ladies screamed “Couraage!! Alleeeez!”, except they were smoking cigarettes so I couldn’t allez! There was a dude behind me by like 30 sec, who could have easily ran faster and beat me and I was looking for him to make a move so I could “race” at this point because I wanted to try it out (I don’t know, it was like I was on drugs at this point, ok! Don’t judge!). He did not, so I kicked it into high gear for myself and crossed the line in 62 minutes. I apparently expected 70, so that’s awesome!

yey! Done! (Taken by J)

 I smiled during the entire race, I promise I did, except for a few times when I grunted and things really hurt. But look at the smile above! I’m so pleased I came in 8 minutes earlier than expected! How cool!!??

The run down in times:

Swim: 11:44 minutes. boo!!! What happened here!

T1+Bike+T2 (Ala France): 30:18 – why would you put T1 and T2 with the bike?! Also. cool!

             I know I did T1 in ~2 min and T2 in less than 1 min. It was better than the other races I’ve done. No doodling!

Run: 20:26  – holy balls! I did 10:30 minute miles! That is 2 minutes faster than usual per mile! Where did that come from?!

This race was a serious lesson learned for me. I need mental toughness, better bike training and less anxiety. I also see that I’ve improved on my running, which is fantastic! J and I are  so pleased to see our running training paying off, in a big way! I know I need more confidence, from within not from anyone else. I just have to get out there and do it. Unfortunately for J and I, double work out days (morning AND evening) are a must for the next 6 weeks, if I plan on finishing the Annecy triathlon in July. Oh and also climbing the Col de la Faucile, at least once… 🙂