While I’ve had every intention of getting back to blogging, life has just been keeping me busy. On top of that, this blog was really intended to follow my Ironman training and other racing. So if I’m not really racing or training for anything, why blog? I mean, I don’t want to waste the time of my 3 loyal readers. ☺
I was able to successfully avoid racing most of the year despite having signed up for several events. Lots of changes at work constantly threw a wrench into my plans. As you guys know, I like schedules and when I get thrown out of my routine, I just can't thrive. After months of feeling like I had started & stopped and started & stopped, it was finally time to race again. The Chicago Marathon.
|I may have been slower than NYC but I earned this medal!!|
For months I knew I would not have the same type of result I enjoyed at the NYC Marathon in 2013. I wasn't putting in the same level of training and I was not at fighting weight. While I haven't put back on all the weight I lost before, I've put enough back on to be pissed off. But I'll get to that. Keith, Kevin & I went to Chicago and did lots of sight seeing, eating and walking. I'll spare you the play by play of the 26.2 miles except to say that Chicago puts on one impressive race. Well supported, great spectators, amazing volunteers and a great course. There were a few miles between 1 & 26 that really sucked but for the most part, I enjoyed every minute of this race. I did tell Keith I'd love to do it again once I can get back to training consistently. I'd love to get the time I know I can get.
|Me & my man post race. I may not look the cutest but I sure to love how happy I was!|
Now, for some strange reason, I thought it was a great idea to sign up for a triathlon the week after Chicago. ONE WEEK. This is after having not done a tri since October 2013. Yes, that's right - my break from triathlon turned into a TWO YEAR HIATUS. The day before the race, I absolutely wanted to skip it. I got up Saturday morning and ran errands with Keith and dicked around most of the day before doing my pre-race prep. I actually think it was 3pm before I rode my bike and ran for a bit. I didn't bother to swim. I figured that if I couldn't survive 300 m, I didn't deserve to survive. I stayed the night with my sister so I didn't have to get to the race site and the butt crack of dawn. I headed to transition to get body marked with that wonderful 41 even though I'm not 41 yet. My wave was the last wave so I had plenty of time to get ready. The last time I was at this rate, I had a magnificent PR and finished in 1:06 - a time I know I'm unlikely to hit again. My swim was only 15 seconds shorter than last time (not sure if I should be happy or annoyed). I was #1 out of T1 with the fastest time of my group. Small victories baby! I thought I had a very solid bike ride but only averaged around 17mph. My run was exactly what I thought it would be - slow. No doubt my body was fatigued from the marathon one short week earlier but I did it AND I had an absolute blast. There is no doubt in my mind that I want to get back to triathlon. I just need to be super realistic about my training and my expectations. And I know me, while I had fun at this race, the time I got is not one that will satisfy me again.
|Am I really doing this?|
|Me with my awesome support crew. So happy to have family out there with me!!|
So there you have it. I've finally blogged again and I'm finally back to racing. It may not be pretty but it's something!!!