December 12, 2016 I started training for Boston. 20 weeks to go, yay! (Such a loooooong time- compared to my usual 10 week focused plans). The first week of workouts went well and felt good.
Motivation
My Daad sent me photos from my first marathon, NYC 2002 recently. I honestly didn't think we had photos of us crossing the finish so I was floored to see them! It's insane to think I've taken off 2+ hours from my first marathon 5:35 to my PR marathon 3:28 in 2016!
Workouts
Goals and Stuff
It's so early in the cycle to decide on a goal for Boston, but to train well I need to have some sort of target time in mind. I'd like to requalify for Boston 2018- which means a sub 3:40 (more like sub 3:35 to guarantee registration) for me since I will be in the next age group for 2018. Either this cycle or the next (should there be another 26.2), I'd like to train for another breakthrough PR- sub 3:20 or something.
Training Plan
Since I'm not training for a Full Ironman anytime soon, I'll be focusing a little more on running than I did when I trained for Carmel. I'm using the Hanson Advanced plan and will amend it to include some cycling and eventually swimming. It worked really well for me last year, so I'll try something similar again. I also want to do a half Ironman at some point, so I need to be cycling and swimming- plus I can't neglect Mortadella. Cycling also helps me stay injury free. A win win win all around! I'll also be doing yoga a few times a week- from Jasyoga. Strength training and PT exercises are also happening regularly.
Other
I'm 8+ lbs heavier than I'd like to be for running, so focusing on nutrition (and not binge eating, and drinking less alcohol), will be a priority for me this cycle. I love food too much and don't have an off switch, so this will be a challenge for me. Weight aside, my body fat percentage according to my fancy scale is around 25-26% which is too much for my frame- especially given how much I work out. Ideally I'd like to be around 20%, which doesn't seem like a big difference, but has been so hard to move so far. Body fat % trumps weight for me- I need to get leaner because of belly fat and the diseases associated with it.
Looking Forward
I'm going to take each day at a time and not think about the race being so far off in the future. I'm excited to run this race, but I need to put in a lot of work over the next few months.
Wednesday we went to BeerFriendsThanksgiving. It was full of great people and amazing beers. Bourbon county vertical back to 2006, WUT!?
Thursday morning we had mimosas and quiche and treated the pup to some turkey and mashed potatoes. He was super thankful.
Friday morning CB wanted to see the Chicago Christmas tree, so we ran up Michigan Ave so we could take a selfie with it.
Later on Friday, we went to Goose island and drank a lot of Bourbon County Stout. Coffee, Prop and Rare were amazing as expected. But, made waking up Saturday morning a hard sell for the race.
I had low low low expectations on Saturday morning. Originally I wanted to give a decent effort and see where I was at with my fitness, but post 3 days of holiday drinking and over indulgences, I just decided to run. Without a warmup, I took off running in Grant Park and felt alright.
First Mile 7:03 Whoa flying! Felt decent.
Second Mile 7:23 Still flying but feeling hot and over dressed but starting to feel sick.
Third Mile 7:53 C'mon, my Garmin *must* be wrong. No way I've slowed down this much. Get to next corner- Garmin still must be *off.* Feeling more and more nauseous with each step.
.10 trotted in the finish at a blazing 7:46 pace and was happy to be done.
Photo from 2013's race. Because race recaps need an "action shot"
Finished in 23:17. 4th AG. I'm surprised I ran as fast as I did given how absolutely shitty I felt in the morning.
I learned that bourbon county stout and cherry pie (my breakfast) only fuels enough for 1.5 miles. Lesson learned.
We met up with some other MRC'ers for a quick photo and then proceeded to get some Lagunitas beer at the beer van.
And then I decided I'm done "racing" for 2016, especially when I haven't been training for a particular distance. It's just not worth the $ or effort.
I almost had forgotten that I placed the order for the display at the expo the day before the IM. It was the first time I ever purchased something like this from a race. (I don't display my medals anywhere). When I opened the package It brought back all the feels from the past year. I'm so proud of myself for setting and completing the goal of "Finish an Ironman." I'm so happy I was able to train and make it to the start, and finish injury free.
And then I started reflecting on past races and started having mixed emotions about them. I thought about my BQ at the Carmel Marathon and didn't feel particularly proud of that race. Yes, I achieved my goal of a BQ on my 4th attempt in 4 years after coming so close 3 times, but my training was shit. I could have done better. I was super surprised at the outcome of that race.
Looking back at many (if not all) of my races, I feel like I could have done better at training. (Race execution generally was on point). Not like I'm trying to have super significant gains in times and Not like I would quit alcohol entirely, eat 100% clean and devote myself to a hobby where I pay to play- but instead be more moderate with everything - and not bailing on workouts when I'm lazy would make me happier with future race results... I like getting better, I want to continue to improve for as long as I can. Achieving a time goal in a race which Ive put in the work for is something that makes me feel proud, or accomplished for any distance. Tangible results.
Training totals from the day I registered for the IM through race day. 10/20/15 to 9/11/16
Even with the Ironman, I felt like I could have done a bit better with training- mainly train on hills and run more (I'll remember those changes for next time) but I know there's no way I could have skimped on training and completed the distance upright. It was a challenge I worked my ass off for, and I finished. I'm proud of this accomplishment. I think that's what spurred these feelings- that I had to put in the work to be successful at the IM. There was no way I could have "winged it" on race day.
I read {this article} recently and it got me thinking of how so many people on social media are so "obsessed" with running/triathlons/working out, yet don't have a fraction of the dedication of the guy in the article. All talk and no action. So much wasted time and energy which is easy to get caught up in. I know I've spent too much time obsessing over a freaking hobby over the past few years and have spent thousands of dollars to be mediocre in a race (for my goals/standards) all for a medal and t-shirt that never get looked at again.
I try not to take myself too seriously with my exercise lifestyle. I stop and take photos of the scenery during each outdoor run. It makes me happy. Sometimes I run, sometimes I cycle, sometimes I lift weights, sometimes I spend my disposable income on races. I like being active. I'm just noticing a huge shift in my thinking regarding training and races lately. Achieving modest time goals I've arbitrarily set for myself in races through solid training is important for me. First and foremost, my goal is to have fun at whatever I'm doing.
I think it's good to have a balance that works for your lifestyle- I'm always trying to find that and think I'm finally getting closer.
2+ weeks post IRONMAN WISCONSIN aka the greatest day ever i feel pretty good. It feels like the race was 2 months (or more) ago! 3 days post race I found myself halfway down the subway stairs and suddenly realized that I had no muscle soreness. I expected a lot worse- my hard marathon efforts left me way more sore. I can only guess that a bunch of low intensity exercise (even if it was 14:39 worth) didn't destroy my muscles like a sustained hard run effort.
The only physical complaint I have is that the top of my foot hurts and is a little swollen. I first noticed it on Monday while walking to pick up CB. At the peak of its existence, the top of my foot felt like it was cramping up bad while I walked. 2 weeks later, it's still noticeable but much improved. I'm not rushing to the doctor yet because I think it has to do with my bike shoes and how I was pulling up on the pedals during the second part of the race (for a change in muscle usage). The good thing is that it is not load bearing so I know it's not a bone issue. It's likely a tendon being pissy or bruise.
First week post IM, I did elliptical for 30 min on Saturday and Sunday. 2nd week post IM, I ran less than 30 min on the Saturday and Sunday. My foot doesn't seem to be bothered by light running or elliptical, but it will be a few more weeks before I return to running. I'll start cycling on the trainer and resume swimming soon. I'm surprised at how much I don't miss working out right now, but I've also been super busy at work and at home. I'll get into a more regular routine with more core+strength within the next week.
Mentally, I feel weird post IM. I'm definitely not experiencing post race blues, but I've had a difficult time adjusting to "normal" life. I wake up too early for no reason and then try to go back to sleep. But In the first week post IM, I felt like I could sleep for days. I also got a bad allergy/cold thing which lasted a little over a week. Not surprising since hard endurance efforts decimate your immune system. I like having a plan to follow for workouts because, structure is good. At the same time I'm enjoying doing whatever I want, when I want even if it includes mainly no workouts and sleeping in (something I usually don't do).
Outside of IM stuff, I replaced the tires, tubes and brakes on my 16 year old beater hybrid bike, moqueca. I went to my local cycle shop to buy rim tape (to cover the area where the spokes join the rimei prevent tube punctures) which was likely the cause of the flat. I asked the employee for rim tape and he replied which color? I thought that was a weird question since you wouldn't see it since it's on the inside of the rim. And he brought out handle bar tape. We laughed a second when I reiterated what I had come in the store for. I haven't ridden Moqueca yet because I need to adjust the brakes, but I look forward to rides to the pool and other adventures soon. Mortadella will likely live on the trainer unless there's some decently warm days this fall.
The Friday post IM I registered for the Boston Marathon after buying FOBAB tickets. Dream come true. FOBAB was a blast last year and I know Boston will be incredible.
The next week Vicky and I celebrated Ironman and Boston with cake. And I continue to wear M dot branded shirts out even though it's not my usual style.
I went to Boston with L for a beer festival this past weekend. We had a blast meeting new friends and catching up with old friends. I got to see some family and eat beach pizza which made this trip awesome.
I also slogged over to the Boston Finish Line to take a few pictures. All. The. Feels. Especially after seeing the memorial. No words.
What's next?
•I'm going to not run for at least 2 more weeks (minus our MRC run this Saturday). I'll keep doing light elliptical for 30 min every few days. I feel great but I see no reason to rush returning to a jarring exercise like running.
•Buy a pool membership and go swim laps 1-2x a week
•Start cycling again
•Cook lunch and dinner a lot more, drink alcohol a lot less
•Start sketching out a plan to start return to running/base building for Boston, and eventually write a 10 week training plan for the race. Also geek out analyzing training plans and methods. I'm in no rush to jump back into training for anything for a while.
•Focus on core/PT/strength
•Enjoy life now that I don't have 140.6 miles looming like a dark cloud over my head.
I did it. After 20 weeks of dedicated training and nearly 11 months after I registered, and 10+ years of day dreaming, I am an Ironman!
PRE RACE:
Woke up at 3:30am to stuff my face full of my trusty Belvita biscuits and applesauce. I braided my hair and got changed into my tri shorts and top and went back to bed for an hour.
We took the hotel shuttle over to Monona terrace and once there, I went straight to Mortadella. I put my hydration (bottle of Osmo and bottle of Glukos) on my bike and also stuffed the bento box (which Lauren so kindly let me borrow) full of gummy bears, salt pills, and other random food. I borrowed a pump and got Mortadella up to 110psi and went to get body marked.
I was calm. Like too calm. I thought I'd be nervous, or emotional, but instead I was going though my checklists like this was no big deal. It was weird and almost felt like an out of body experience. After body marking, I found L and my Daad and we hung out inside the terrace for a bit. I decided to get in line to get into the water about 20 min before the race- it was super slow moving as if people were scared to get in the warm, flat as glass water of lake Monona.
I got to my desired position in the water about 5 min before the canon went off. I started about 35 yards back from the start because I knew I wouldn't be the fastest and surely didn't want to get caught up in the craziness of a mass start. I heard Macklemore's "Can't Hold Me" playing on the shore and as I floated in the water I sang along to the lyrics- "Ive got my city right behind me, if I fall, they've got me..." and marveled at all the folks in the water as well as the mass of spectators on shore as well as on the terrace. I was minutes away from my goal race, I was ready to become an Ironman.
The canon went off and it was chaos. While i had positioned myself well behind the start line thinking no one would really be behind me, there were still loads of people coming into the water now acting like fools trying to swim over folks to make up time. It was very scary to be in deep water surrounded by folks who didn't seem to know or care how to be around others in a mass swim start. I tried to stay calm by doggy paddling because it was too crowded to actually swim. I kept telling myself- as long as I was moving forward I would be fine- but it was a jarring experience for at least 5 minutes. I had doubts that I would finish the swim during that time because it was so bad.
After those hellish 5 minutes went by, spaces opened up and I was finally able to swim. I felt so good cruising though the water. At the first turn, everyone was mooing (tradition at IMWI) and I felt so much better. Whenever I saw someone's feet I would readjust my position and sighting to avoid getting kicked- the water had a couple feet of visibility, no reason to swim up on someone. The turns would be a little crowded but nothing like the start. I kept imagining myself as a manatee gliding through the water rather slowly. Eventually I was on the final stretch of my first Ironman swim and was elated to be nearly done. I kept swimming until I touched the bottom for a couple of strokes and triumphantly exited the water with a huge grin on my face.
Swim: 1:33:08 101 ag/573 women/ 1918 OA
Transition 1- 12:55
I unzipped my wetsuit and let the wetsuit strippers do their thing and then ran up the helix where I gave L, my Daad and Lauren all stinky lake hugs. I got my T1 bag and headed into the changing room. A volunteer came right to my side and helped me put on my shoes, jersey and gather my things. (She was awesome and I thanked her for helping me) I took a few steps with Mortadella and stopped to put my watch on my handlebars and another volunteer came over and held my bike and asked if everything was ok. The enthusiasm of the volunteers carried me through many dark times during the day. I walked to the bike out, clipped in and rode down the helix to start my 112 mile bike ride.
I was pretty pumped to start the bike portion, especially after nailing my swim. I cruised out of town and by mile 10 I had seen the aftermath of a bad crash with multiple cyclists laying on the ground and no less than 8 people changing flats at random places along the road. What the hell was going on!? Seeing all of this craziness got me feeling nervous for a while. The last thing I wanted to do was change a flat during the race or crash.
Luckily the remainder of my 112 mile journey was uneventful. I rode up and down hills, I walked up Barlow hill because there was no way I could ride up it. During that walk during the cycle portion, I talked about beer and Hop Cat with a guy from Illinois and marveled at the 2 people (both women) who rode up this monster hill while we all walked. I broke 40mph on a large hill and decided on the second loop that I would try to break 45mph- I only got to 42.5 (Garmin) and 43.x on Strava. I felt so good during the first loop. But then when I started the second loop, the reality set in. I would be on my bike for another 4 hours.
I saw L and my Daad in Verona. They had taken the shuttle provided by Ironman out to the Loop Festival to come cheer for me. They hung out another 3.5 hours to see me pass a second time. IronSpectators for sure! It was so nice to see them out there and gave me a boost of energy to zoom back into town.
Bike Highlights:
•Zooming past the cows in the early miles with the smell of manure in the air thinking "holy shit! I'm actually doing this. I'm going to be an Ironman!"
•How amazing the volunteers were at each aid station. They would come over and tell me they would hold my bike if I was going to the portalet, or just ask if I needed anything while I stopped to put my hydration in the water.
•Nearly busting my ass in a portalet. I got in the handicapped stall which was on a slight incline. Plastic bike shoes + plastic floor + incline don't mix. Nice little jolt of adrenaline.
•Saying hi to the cows. I saw a CB colored cow laying in the grass eating while all the others were standing. It reminded me of CB and how weird he is. It made me laugh.
•How the other cyclists would ask if someone was ok when they saw someone stopped on the side of the road.
•How it got unexpectedly windy AF for the second loop.
•Seeing Lauren during the second loop and chatting for a second. I think I muttered something like "im so ready to be done with this" and it was only around mile 60.
•Making games like - pedal as hard as possible on the downhill to see how far up the next hill I could get, or try to break 45mph on a hill. Didn't achieve that one, but came close.
•Seeing my L and Daad again in Verona before heading back into town. Family is the best.
I started singing to myself "I want to be done done done done done" and kept it up for way too long. As I approached the last set of large hills there was a creepy ass clown standing on the side of the road. I yelled at him (while huffing and puffing all out of breath up a hill) that he was going to give me nightmares. He said "good!" I zoomed into town and rode up the helix and saw L and my Daad again. I stopped my bike at the line and a volunteer steadied my bike as I unclipped and then they whisked Mortadella back to transition while I hobbled off to T2. I just completed my longest ride ever and was more than half way to becoming an Ironman.
BIKE- 7:58.41 100 ag/ 616 women/ 2094 OA
In T2 I changed into my running clothes- I was so happy to have fresh shorts and my MRC tank on. The volunteers were amazing in T2- constantly asking how they could help- could they help put my shoes on, do I need this item or not? Or would I wear my arm warmers? I couldn't thank them enough. I hobbled out of the room towards the run out and stopped for a second to give the "Mikkeller Salute" to L. I was now just 26.2 miles away from becoming an Ironman.
Before heading out for the run I stopped for sunscreen. The volunteer told me my neck would sting, and I yelped when the sunscreen hit my skin. My wetsuit must have chaffed my neck a bit. Whoa.
TRANSITION 2- 7:33
I took off running and felt surprisingly good. I was clocking mid 8's and was in complete disbelief at how easy it felt running after a 2.4 mile swim and 112 miles on the bike. I decided to go with it for as long as my body would allow. The course was packed with spectators in downtown and the energy was unbelievable.
I knew my time was limited on how well I felt. After mile 13 I smashed into the wall hard. I wasnt too surprised after nearly 11.5 hours of exercise that I wasn't feeling fresh as a daisy. BUT I wasn't prepared for how weird I felt. Every muscle was so sore and very tender to the touch. To top things off, I was convinced I had bad chaffing which my usually comfy running shorts seemed to be making worse. It was a really tough decision whether running or walking hurt worse, so I kept trying to run as much as possible because running would equal getting done faster.
Mentally and physically I was cooked. I was getting delirious at times past mile 20 so I forced myself to eat more potato chips and drink chicken broth and coke. Parts of the course were very dark and on a limestone path and decided running there would result in a fall so I walked until I got to an area with more light. I was freezing cold when I would start walking. It was fun chatting with other folks on the course despite feeling like complete shit because I was getting closer to finishing a goal I had long dreamed of.
I savored the final miles in downtown until I saw the creepy ass clown again waiting with his arm outstretched for a high 5. I gestured "NO WAY" and everyone laughed. But then the clown started running after me honking is horn. I couldnt stop laughing. 14.5 hours into the day I still had a huge smile on my face.
I finally started my final descent into the finish area and could hear the crowds roaring and the voice of Ironman, Mike Reilly saying "you are an IRONMAN." I was so close.
I made my final turn of the day and ahead of me was the finish line. It was surreal to be steps away from completing a goal I had worked on for 11 months and dreamed about for over 10 years.
Unfortunately, I honestly don't remember hearing Mike Reilly say "CHARLYN, YOU ARE AN IRONMAN" or remember even crossing the finish line but I did see it on video so I know it happened. The next thing I remember after turning towards the finish is the volunteer "catchers" holding my arms (standard protocol) asking if I was ok and talking to me to make sure I was really ok. One of them left me a few minutes later to go catch more finishers and the other stayed with me for a good 5+ minutes to really really make sure I was ok. Thankfully eating more chips, coke and broth a few miles back made me feel so much better.
RUN- 4:47.10 77ag/464 women/ 1578 OA TOTAL- 14:39.27
I got my finisher photo taken after receiving my medal, finisher hat and finisher shirt. I look too fresh for working out over 14 and a half hours. I was in a daze. Full of adrenaline and caffeine and sore from 140.6 miles and being awake for 20+ hours.
Post Race Thoughts:
I was surprised at how numb I felt towards the whole race. I was surprised at how apathetic I felt once I finished since I usually get weepy or feel something a the end of most races I complete. This was my freaking "A" goal, bucket list, life long goal and I was so incredibly calm. The whole day felt like an out of body experience. I also think I was just done. Emotionally and physically done with nothing left to give.
There's not much I would have changed about how I executed the race- I felt my hydration and nutrition were good, perhaps I could have eaten more on the bike but pacing for the run and bike were fine too. I knew the bike would be difficult since I didnt train on hills. With 5200'+ of elevation gain on the bike, hill training is needed to be successful. I knew I would smash into a wall on the run since the furthest I ran in training was around 13-14 miles.
I was very fortunate to have the support of my L and Daad on race day. It was awesome seeing them on the course multiple times. I also cannot imagine how long their day was tracking me and going to Verona and back to Madison. I cannot thank L enough for supporting me during this process. Without him on my team, I would have never finished this. I cannot say thank you enough to all my friends and family who gave me encouragement along the way.
The volunteers were nothing short of amazing. I am still blown away by how enthusiastic and encouraging they were to us. They definitely helped put a huge smile on my face in some dark times. I said "thank you" 800 times to volunteers and spectators, and I meant it every single time.
After I checked in and got my bib on Friday I was asked if I wanted to say a few words for a volunteer appreciation video- of course I said I would. I wish they would have asked me post race because I seriously had no idea how truly awesome the volunteers were. I'm always appreciative, but these Madison volunteers were like nothing i've ever experienced before. I still get choked up thinking about how these folks came out to help us achieve our goals.
Sunday September 11, 2016 is a day I'l never forget. It was the day that I achieved my ultimate goal with my family close by. It was the moment that I played over and over in my day dreams for the past 10+ years and never thought I would actually accomplish. It was the celebration of more than just "finish an Ironman", it was a celebration of seeing a seemingly impossible goal through even when I wanted to quit due to fatigue and due to stress from a new job and life. It was about overcoming so many of the demons in my life that have held me back in the past. I put in a ton of work and experienced the greatest day ever.
Race week! Wow. 20 weeks of training and poof! Gone in an instant. It felt like it took forever to get to this point, but then once I arrived at week 20, time flew by at warp speed.
I had one last confidence building swim on Thursday. The lake was calm and I felt great swimming 2700 yards- it was one of the best swims I've had since I started training for the Ironman. I worked out just over 4 hours total during the week pre-race and felt good.
On Friday I checked in and got my wristband, transition bags and other stuff for the race. It was very well organized moving from one line to the next for each set of items. The volunteers took their time explaining race logistics which I appreciated.
On Saturday I racked Mortadella. I was excited to be finally here in Madison for the race. I was surprisingly calm about the whole thing and just checked off the boxes of stuff I needed to get done pre race.
I packed my T1 (bike) and T2 (run) bags on Friday night and dropped them at the convention center on Saturday. It was difficult for my "OCD must check the bag 100x" personality to just leave them behind, but I knew everything I needed was in them. I just had to trust myself.
After checking in all of my stuff, we went to the finish area to listen to the athlete briefing. They went over the rules and other race logistics. The one thing that stuck with me was to treat the race as a training day. I wasn't going for a specific time so why stress about anything? My only goals were to finish upright and avoid the med tent. (Spoiler alert: both goals were achieved)
I was thankful to have an amazing support crew of my Daad and my L with me throughout this weekend. They certainly earned the status of "IronSupporters" after this weekend.
We ate at hopcat for lunch and had dinner with my coworker and her 30 triathlon friends which helped calm my nerves a bit after talking to them about their training and prior IM race experiences. Soon it was time for bed, because in the morning I would experience the greatest day ever!