August 10, 2011
I have had the dream for years and years to compete in a full Ironman, or 70.3, but I never thought it would become a reality. I thought mountain biking was my sport, and my biggest fear is water so the thought of swimming over a mile was just plain ridiculous, and I was never going to be able to do that. I pretty much accepted the fact that this would just remain a dream that would never come true.
Last year I had a rough season mountain biking, and by the end I was completely burnt out. I met Coach Patty while teaching Spin class where she works, and complained to her about my woes. She told me all about CWW and that they were thinking to have a Long Course group this season, and thought it might be a good change for me. So I thought about it for what turned into a few months, and in April I decided to go for it. I joined CWW and signed up for Boulder 70.3. I had no idea what to expect from either joining CWW or training for the race. What I gained and learned from all of it is something that will stick with me for a lifetime. CWW is an amazing group, and I am glad this is where my path led. I met some wonderful women along the way, and learned so much about myself. I was in awe on Sunday to see everyone accomplish their goals, and loved the fact that we were all in it together. I have grown so much as a person by being a part of this group.
It was wonderful to see everyone on the Friday pre-race dinner. My nerves were high and it helped settle me down. I have done quite a few races in my life, but none compared to this. I was so nervous, yet excited at the same time. I have never actually trained for anything before. Months of getting myself in the pool, at first barely able to swim 500 yards without stopping, then moving to the pond where I had to over come my fear of the water, to being able to swim across and back without a panic attack. Learning how to adjust my body to riding a road bike instead of a mountain bike, which was a lot harder than it seems! Running started out well, doing the half marathon in March put me ahead, since I had a good base. Running has never been my strong suit, but I felt I had the miles, now I wanted to work on picking up my pace. And then on May 22nd I suffered my set back with a stress fracture that decided to never completely heal, leaving running almost completely out for the 11 weeks until the race. Only 24 total miles of running in those 11 weeks, 12 of them being in races. I had a few moments where I considered backing out of the race. How could I survive the 13.1 miles with an injured foot, and with not many miles under me? I hated the thought of walking the whole way.
I never backed out, and soon race day was upon me. I had no idea what was going to happen, but I was as ready as I was able to be. I was up at 3:30am, my boyfriend, Chip, up with me. We loaded the car and headed to Boulder Res, munching on my pre- race breakfast on the way. I got there early, and was one of the first in transition, so I got a good spot on the rack. The transition area really gets my nerves going for some reason, so I quickly set up my area, which I had already had down pat, got body marked got the heck out of there. I munched more, drank lots of water, and stood in line at the porta potties quite a few times. The atmosphere was different than any other race this year. Lots of people around, but it was so quiet. Everyone seemed to be in their own zone, and I am sure were just as nervous as I was. Fortunately I saw Neale and Dawn before they took off, wishing them luck. I briefly saw Sara and we gave each other good luck hugs. Lesley and I were in the same age group, so it was nice to line up in the water with someone I knew.
We were soon down in the water, the next heat to go off. Lesley and I gave each other one last good luck high five, and they sent us off! I got into my groove pretty quickly, and sailed through the swim. I was grateful for the amount of buoys they had set up. I took it one at a time, and before I knew it I was rounding the last red one, headed back to shore. It was the best (not fastest) swim I have had in a race. It felt like I had a bubble around me that no one entered. I am not sure if I was touched at all! I had a comfortable pace, and was out of the water right on my mark at 44:24.
Transition 1 went smoothly (2:18), and soon I was on the bike. I love being on the bike. It is one of the best places in the world to me, and this year I have really learned to enjoy the road. Things went perfect on the bike. I wrote out my nutrition plan and taped it to my handlebars. I never really feel thirsty or hungry when I ride, so it really helped discipline me to hydrate and fuel. About 80 calories every 20 minutes or so, and I switched between water and Gatorade as I hydrated. The aid stations were awesome, and I found it was pretty easy to grab a water on the go. The volunteers worked really hard to make it easy. First lap was great, and I was well ready for the second. It was nice to see Terry and Neale out there. They both looked strong and happy! I stared to fatigue on the last section on Diagonal Highway, but knowing I was almost done, and well ahead of my goal time, kept me going and soon I was cruising back into T2 with a time of 2:47, bringing me up 30 spots in my age group.
Transition 2 went well (1:35), but felt a little wobbly putting on my running shoes. It was only then that I could tell how hot it had gotten. I jogged out of transition, grabbed some water and smiled at Chip who was taking pictures. Final leg! I was nervous from the start. It usually takes me about 5 minutes to get my running legs under me. Once they came, I settled into my pace, just in time for the first hill. It was rough, but I made it. And then there was another one. It was harder, but I could see the first aid station ahead, so I trudged along. The aid stations were awesome. The volunteers were so upbeat, dancing and singing to the loud music as they cheered the runners on. They made me smile every time. And the wet sponges were a life saver! I trudged along, thinking only to get to the next aid station. The sun was brutal, and I enjoyed the breeze that came every now and then. Eventually the wind really started picking up, making it more of a challenge than a relief. I made the first lap feeling ok, but passing right by the finish line where they were calling peoples names as they passed by was torture! And knowing what I still had to go through to get there was mentally hard. Chip was there again to cheer me on, looking happy and proud as ever. Right before I headed out of the res to start lap 2 my dad showed up and ran along side me for a short while. It was so nice to see him and boosted my energy. I felt pretty good until the first hill, again. I had to walk part of it. Fortunately my foot was surviving, but the lack of running in the last 11 weeks was taking its toll on my body. I was starting to struggle to keep my legs running
A few days before the race I was talking to my dad, expressing my doubts and concerns about this race, especially the run. He is the best listener and gives the best advice. Friday before the race he sent me an email with well wishes and a note that I took with me on the run:
I want you to wail till mile 6 of your run to remember why Melissa is your best friend, at mile 7 that Hannah is following in your footsteps and has just completed her race, at mile 8 that your goofy brothers are probably still asleep, but are the best brothers you could ever ask for, that Samantha is one of the most independent people you know beyond yourself, at mile 9 that Chip is a good man and why you need him in your life, at mile 10 that Carol loves, cares for and admires you very much, at mile 11 remember that I’M VERY PROUD OF YOU! And finally, at mile 12 Mom will be running the last mile with you!
This kept me going, and I ran mile 6 with my older sister, Melissa, and we chatted about the wonderful memories of being kids, and about her 3 daughters. At mile 7, my sister left and my younger sister, Hannah joined me where she told me about her experience racing in the Tri for the Cure that morning. At mile 8 my two goofy brothers and sister Samantha were waiting for me. They seemed to slow me down a bit, as this was my toughest mile, but they made me laugh and kept my spirit up. My wonderful boyfriend, Chip, was there for mile 9, and we talked about where we were going to go on vacation after this, and how he is the best thing that has ever happened to me. My step-mom, Carol, was there at mile 10, and we chatted about how to decorate the house and how I should get my hair done. It was a chatty mile. My dad was proudly waiting at mile 11, and we talked about life, and he continued to tell me how proud he was. He gladly stepped down at mile 12, where my Mom was waiting. But this time, I knew she was really there, not just in my head. I felt her presence every step of the way, and she showered me with her love and told me how proud she was. We talked about how we did the Tri for the Cure together the first 2 years, back in 2004 and 2005, and how hard that seemed to be back then. She gave me the strength I needed to run that last mile. We ran side by side down the hill, where Dad, Carol, Chip and my goofy brother Tyler ( who was waving a foam finger and ringing a cowbell) were screaming for me. I crossed the finish line, with my mom by my side, both of us with huge smiles. The hugs from my family were the best ever. I was an Ironman! The run took me 2:31, and I crossed the finish in 6:07.
It was so great to see Neale cross the finish line, then Lesley coming down the final stretch, and then Sara cross. All with smiles on. I am so proud of all of them, and loved being a part of it all. It was so nice to see Coach Barb and Coach Karen there, who we couldn’t have done this without.
I felt some fatigue in my legs from the run, but I got a massage on Monday and that helped tremendously! I fortunately have not dealt with post race woes. I think I have found my nitch, and I know this is just the beginning. I am so fortunate to have the amazing people that I do in my life, and I feel so lucky that I was introduced to CWW months ago. I am excited to see what the next season brings!
July 24, 2011
March 11, 2011
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
November 8, 2010
Well today is the last full day of my trip. I woke up to another dreary, wet day in Rome. I got myself ready and met Kate at my hostel at 10. We decided to walk to the Vatican since neither of us had been in St Peters Basilica. The rain started picking up with each step that we took, until our map was soaked through, as well as our shoes and pants. We decided to duck into a coffee shop by the Pantheon to dry off and wait out the storm. We talked over a cappuccino and after about an hour we went out to brave the weather.
The rain had slowed down slightly, but an umbrella was still necessary. Mine was on its last leg, and it was only a matter of time before even the slightest gust of wind would send it to the trash can. We finally made it to St Peters Square, two and a half hours after we set out. We were excited that we made it, until we saw the line to get in. It went well around the square, umbrella to umbrella and seemed to barely move. The rain had really picked up by now and we were already wet and cold. After debating for a while we decided to not wait in line. I am disappointed that I wasnt able to see St Peters Basilica this trip, but I wouldnt have traded seeing the Pope last week for anything.
We made our way to the Metro this time, we were about done with the rain. We headed down to Santa Maria in Cosmedin, which was a very unassuming basilica compared to others I have seen here. It does have its own unique beauty, with 11th century carvings and frescos and the skull and bones of St Valentine. The main reason we came down to this basilica is the same reason most people do. To see the Mouth of Truth, famously seen in the movie, Roman Holiday. Fortunately my hand was not bitten off.
It didnt take long to see all there was to see at the church so we then headed for lunch at a restaurant by the Colosseum. There were a couple from Vancouver there that we chatted with, and the gentleman informed me that his favorite football team is the Broncos. I told him I was sorry, and that he should pick another team! At least he has the option!
The rain had nearly stopped by the time we left the restaurant so we chose to walk back towards the Termini. There is a fairly large bookstore in the Termini that we stopped to for a while before we parted ways. I headed back to my hostel to get out of my wet clothes and organize my pack for tomorrow. I was greeted by an unfortunate surprise that my iPod had been stolen from my bag. That did not put me in a very good mood. But the people who work at the hostel were very nice and did what they could, which unfortunately wasnt much! I am just happy it was my iPod and not my wallet with my passport and credit card!
The hostel does free pasta in the evenings, so I went down to the common area with my book to relax for a while until dinner. It was nothing to brag about, but its free food, so I cant complain! Now off to finish packing and get ready for my long day of traveling home tomorrow. See you soon, Denver!
November 7, 2010
I figured I was getting pretty lucky with my stays in the hostels. I havent had any creeps, or anyone who has made me feel uncomfortable, and I have yet to have a hard time sleeping. I knew it was only a matter of time, and last night it finally came. And it wasnt even all that bad of an experience to be honest. There was a mother and daughter from Japan that moved into the room, and neither spoke any English. When I got back into the room after reading last night, I went to take a shower. I grabbed my towel and headed into the bathroom, where I nearly broke my neck! There had to have been about 1/4 inch of water on the floor, and everything was soaked. The bath mat was soaked through, the sink area had a layer of water, and there was not an ounce of dry room to put my towel. I have no idea what this girl did in there! Once out of the shower and in bed, the one closest to me starts snoring. And not like a typical girl snore, I mean full fledged deep throat and nose snore. And of course the cleaners decided to throw out my ear plugs last night… While she is having a heyday in her sleep- honestly, I dont know how she didnt wake herself up- the other stayed up until god knows when, doing what sounded like crumpling paper, all while keeping every light in the room on. When finally morning came around 6am, the snorer got up and went to go flood the bathroom again by taking a shower. The other got up and continued to crumple her paper, again turning on every light in the room. I gave up on trying to sleep, so I got up to go have some breakfast. But as soon I swung my feet off the bed I noticed they had pushed their bunk bed almost completely against mine so I couldnt get out! I am about fed up with them by this point, so I loudly shove the bed back to let myself out, where then I proceed to trip over one of the girls humongous suitcases that she had open with every possible item she had spread over every ounce of floor and dresser space, including all over my backpack. I was going to lose it, so I quickly put on my sandals and sweatshirt and left the room. Needless to say, I was a little tired today…
Once I had the room to myself I went back, packed up my things and checked out. I headed back to the train station and got back to Naples without a hitch. When I got to Naples I found out that the next train was almost 2 hours away. I found a place to sit and just waited. Within about 5 minutes a younger Italian guy came and sat next to me. He asked me a question in Italian, sounding like he was asking directions somewhere, but I had no idea how to help him. He found out I spoke English, and he has been learning, so he practiced some with me. We ended up talking up until my train left, and I learned probably the most Italian I had all week! It was definitely one of the most fun conversations of the trip.
I got to Rome and went right to my hostel to check in, now at the Alessandro Downtown, which is just on the other side of the termini. It is much bigger than the Alessandro Palace, and immediately I wished it had openings! No free pizza here, and not beer. Bummer! But at least the beds arent on top of each other. I dumped my bag in the room and headed out to meet Kate. She is staying about 5 minutes from me. We went to the Santa Maria Maggiore, and went inside this time. Another amazing church with frescos floor to ceiling. After we wandered around a bit, and it felt weird to be back here. It feels like it was ages ago that I was here on my very first day. We made our way over to the Republica Plaza and sat by the fountain for a while deciding on what to do next. The consensus was to get pizza and wine. We found a good pizza place down the street from her hostel, and she had a free bottle of wine, so we just took the pizza back to her hostel. We decided to try to shake off our laziness and head down to the Colosseum, but as soon as we stepped outside it started to rain, so alternatively we stopped at the super market, grabbed some chocolate and went back to her hostel to have more wine and chocolate as we watched How to Train a Dragon on her laptop. Great movie by the way! We were both exhausted by the time it was over, so I headed back to my place to get some much-needed sleep. I just hope tonight is better!
November 6, 2010
I was in desperate need for some coffee this morning, so I decided to have breakfast at the hotel, and then Kate and I made our way to the train station. She took off back for Rome and I got on the bus to head to Posetano.
After a beautiful drive along very winding roads, the bus finally stopped in Posetano. I got off at the first stop, so at the top of the hill, so I could see more of the town. I found some stairs and made my way down towards the beach, taking in my surroundings as I walked. Again, more narrow walkways and stairs, leading to many homes and a few shops. After my legs started to shake from all the stairs, I had finally made it to the bottom. It was a lot further than I thought! I strolled out onto the rocky beach were just a handful of people were sunbathing and wading in the water. I sat down and enjoyed the sun beating down, and the sound of the waves coming in. I really felt like I was on vacation here. I spent about an hour just being lazy, wading in the water and soaking up the sun before I decided to make my way back to the bus stop. I knew there was one further down, but I decided to head all the way back up to the one I got off at. Once I was about half way up I questioned why the heck I did that. I was getting really sick of stairs. But, I have to try to work off at least a little bit of the food I have eaten on this trip!
The bus came about 20 minutes after I got to the stop, and I piled in, anxious for the next leg. This is the part I have heard so many stories about, and a part of my trip I have been looking forward to the most. It did not disappoint! The road is set high atop the hillside, overlooking the coast the whole way. It is also only wide enough for about a car and a half, but it doesnt stop busses, cars and mopeds from whizzing by each other. I will have to say, Italians are pretty good drivers. I would not have the nerve to drive on that road!
Soon the bus headed into Almalfi, with white buildings scattered along the hillside, looking like they could collapse at any time. This town is set right up against the water, so no stairs! Yipee! I strolled down the docks, enjoying the breeze coming off of the water and watching the fishing boats out in the distance. I made my way through the town, again small streets lined with shops. I stopped in to get a slice of pizza from a local shop and headed back down towards the beach. I found a nice bench overlooking the water where I relaxed for a long while. After a bit, about 10 young men on kayaks appeared and started doing sprints back and forth across the water. I watched, interested in what they were doing. After a few of these they headed into a small area that had nets hanging about 10 feet above the water. They continued to do drills, but it looked like a form of hockey, but in kayaks and with paddles. It was very intriguing, and I ended up watching them for about another hour until the bus showed up to head back. I need to look into this sport when I get home!
I got back on the bus, and was again exhausted. I cant tell if my body is just on vacation, lazy mode, or if it is just done with all the walking and sightseeing. Either way though, it is a bit frustrating…
I saw another amazing sunset from the bus. It was slowly setting over the sea, which I had a perfect view of the whole time. Again, the haze was thick in the air, adding to the beauty. The sun shine sparkled off of the water, while the sky started to turn a lighter shade of blue, making it difficult to tell where the sea ended and the sky began. Eventually the sun dipped all the way down, bringing on the darkness.
The town of Sorrento was full of life when I got back. Many people must be in town for the weekend. The streets were crowded and the restaurants were buzzing with people. I decided to walk through the streets for a while before heading back to the hostel. I have started to get to know a few of the locals, and cant seem to make it across town without running into one of them. On the main street is the gentleman from the English Pub. He knows my name, but adds the à at the end, and has no problem trying to catch my attention even if I am across the street. A few times I have stopped to chat with him, but tonight I just smiled and waved as I passed. On the other street is the gentleman from the restaurant we have eaten at a couple of times. He is somewhat of a host there, working in the street to try to bring people in to the restaurant. It was really crowded this time, and I did my best to blend in, but sure enough as I pass I hear °Miss Colorado°! (which is what he has decided to nickname me) and blows me a kiss as I walk by. As weird as it all is, I will miss it here.
I am not hungry for dinner, so instead I check out the happening gelato place and then head down to the overlook. The sea is dark, but I could still see the flashing lights of the fishing boats, and hear the sound of the waves hitting the rocks, letting you know it is still there. I stay a while until I start to get cold, and then I make my way back home. I take the side street, so I get another blown kiss from the host and I say goodbye since I knew it would be the last time I see him.
Due to the strike on Monday on the train lines, I decided to cancel my reservation in Posetano, where I should have stayed two nights, and instead came back to Sorrento tonight and will head to Rome a day early. I am glad that I chose to stay in Sorrento these four nights. I felt like I really got to experience this part of Italy, without being rushed to fit everything in. I dont feel like I am missing out on not staying in Posetano, and I am actually looking forward to spending one last full day in Rome.
Back at the hostel I go down to the lounge to read a while on the couch before heading off to bed. I will very much miss this place.
November 5, 2010
After grabbing some more incredible pastries again this morning, I headed off to Capri. It was a short 30 minute boat ride, and I was taken aback as soon as we approached. It is a jagged island with homes and shops built into the side. There is not much to see or do as soon as we docked in Marina Grande, so I bought a ticket for the funicular and headed up the steep slope to Capri town. It is very touristy with lots of high end shops and expensive restaurants. I made my way out of there as soon as I could. There was a nice walkway that led to an overlook, the Belvedere Tragara, which has a breathtaking view of the three limestone rocks known as the Faraglioni. I guess the farthest one is home to bright blue lizards found nowhere else on the planet. I wasnt able to see any, obviously.
After hanging out at the viewpoint for a while, I made my way down the stairs on the opposite side of where I came. They were steep and were never ending it seemed. A random dog wanted to follow me, so I had company on this leg of my journey, which was nice. There were no other people around, so I had no idea who this dog belonged to or where it came from, but I enjoyed its energy and companionship.
Me and my new dog made our way down the couple hundred steps to the bottom, which ended at the sea, just below the start of one of the rocks of Faraglioni. There was not another soul around and made me feel I was the only one on the whole island. I stayed down here for quite a while, watching the waves hit the surrounding rocks and listening to the seagulls overhead. Eventually I made my way back up all of the stairs. Somewhere along the way my new dog took off, and I never saw him again. I hope he found his owners or made his way back home. When I got to the top of the stairs I turned left and continued on the nature trail. Well, I tried to at least. It wasnt well marked and all the streets looked the same, and I eventually got lost. I had no idea where I was, and all the narrow streets were surrounded by walls so there was no lookout to see if I could figure out my bearings. I kept walking uphill, hoping it would lead to something, but all I found were more streets and no tourists. I finally just turned around, admitting that I was lost. It took over an hour, but I finally found the main piazza again. This island is exhausting! The only way to get from point A to point B is either by steep, narrow walkways or lots and lots of steps.
I grabbed a sandwich at a shop in the piazza and walked a little bit in the other direction. I was starting to feel exhausted and decided that I saw all that I wanted to see, so I headed back to the funicular. It was only about 3pm and my ticket wasnt until the 6:30 boat. I walked along the beach and hung out on some rocks watching crabs eat at the algae. I killed about an hour doing this, but then couldnt take any more. I sucked it up and spent another £14 to get on an earlier boat back to Sorrento. On the ride back I watched a beautiful sunset. The first one I have seen all trip, and it was well worth the wait. They have been doing a lot of burning, so the air was still smokey, which made the sunset even more amazing, letting different shades of orange and red streak across the sky.
The sun was almost completely down by the time we docked. I climbed the many stairs back to the main road, grabbed a bottle of wine and headed back to the hostel. Not too long after I got back, Kate showed up with a couple of friends she met while traveling that she ran into on her outing. The four of us went out to dinner, the same place we went last night. We got pizza this time, and it was tasty! Kates friends are from Tulsa, and they are on about day 54 of their year long travel, and have only been married for a year! They are definitely putting their new marriage to the test! They seemed to be enjoying themselves thus far, and they gave me some good information if I ever wanted to go teach snowboarding in Germany. I might have to at least look into it…
After dinner we parted ways. Kate and I stopped for some gelato on the way back, where we ended up being lazy, just drinking wine and chatting down in the lounge until we were exhausted enough to go to bed.