tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35926847329940702822024-03-12T19:20:10.144-07:00Erin Green RacingWhat to expect: triathlon, humor, food, fun.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12972099393700947958noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592684732994070282.post-999309974312719712014-06-13T21:06:00.000-07:002014-06-13T21:09:27.450-07:00A different kind of pain<div class="MsoNormal">
Triathletes are no strangers to discomfort. It comes in many
forms like training-related muscle soreness, blisters and
chafing or perhaps the grueling demand of threshold intervals in the dead of
winter before dawn (no hard feelings, <a href="http://yotdracing.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Flanny</a>). It seems that pushing oneself
outside of the typical peaceful realm of everyday life is part of the appeal of
such athletic endeavors. <o:p></o:p></div>
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While I have become rather accustomed to certain types of
pain, the past several months have exposed me to new facets of torment, both
physical and mental. Navigating this virtual obstacle course of optimism and
defeat is proving to be quite the personal journey. Here are a few snippets of
my odyssey.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>Where’d the
sunshine go?<o:p></o:p></u></b></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Short arms make for poor selfies</td></tr>
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Being stuck inside is painful for me. If you read my <a href="http://eringreenracing.blogspot.com/2013/11/bienvenido-miami-703.html" target="_blank">Miami70.3 race report</a>, you’ll recall that I had some nagging ankle issues going into
the race. The consistent inflammation that occurred with running and skiing forced
me to stick to the trainer and pool over the winter months, drastically
impacting my mental state. I struggled to find meaning and enjoyment in my
workouts. I don’t live to train. Rather, I use my active, outdoor lifestyle as
a catalyst for fueling my competitive nature. Asking me to hole up indoors
(even in the wintertime) is like asking <a href="http://leapdaysports.com/" target="_blank">Jesse Thomas</a> to race without his
aviators…not gonna happen. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>Swimming hurts</u></b><o:p></o:p></div>
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Why does it seem that swimming is frequently the
triathlete’s nemesis? In his article, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><a href="http://www.lavamagazine-digital.com/lavamagazine/may_2014?pg=56#pg56" target="_blank">Diaryof a Wimpy Swimmer</a></i>, Jordan Rapp states that he never learned to be
comfortable being uncomfortable in the water, “which is the real difference
between someone who just swims and a swimmer.” I have embodied this mentality
over the past 6 months and forced myself to think like a swimmer. This means
doing whatever excruciating workout our master's coach Kyle devises at our 5:30am sessions.
I’ve become more accustomed to doing IM until I resemble an active
drowning victim. I’m learning to embrace that lung-bursting, tingly-legged
sensation that follows hypoxic sprint sets. Though I’m tempted to agree with my
friend Dusty (see his thoughts on swimming <a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10152440023268874&set=t.1272665872&type=3&theater" target="_blank">here</a>) I’m also gradually learning
that pushing myself out of my comfort zone in the water is taking my weakest
leg of triathlon into a new realm. More on this later.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Battling the unpredictable, gusty spring winds added a new<br />
level of challenge to the Jason Broome TT</td></tr>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>Time Trials make
me want to cry like a baby<o:p></o:p></u></b></div>
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With my ankle being uncooperative and forcing me to forego
my first planned race this season (St. George 70.3) I was seeking some kind of
competitive outlet. When I texted Flanny that there was a <a href="http://www.webscorer.com/register?raceid=17627" target="_blank">local time trial</a>
coming up one weekend here was his response:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Breathing fire at the Bogus Basin<br />
prologue at Bob's Time Trial Festival</td></tr>
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Pretty sure he piddled on the carpet with excitement. This
was my first experience with an all-out, 10-mile effort on the bike. I guess if
it feels like you’re coughing up Brillo pads for a week afterward you’re doing
it right. Since I don’t own a road bike, I was relegated to racing events that
allowed TT bikes on course. Thus, I decided a <a href="http://www.bobs-bicycles.com/Idaho-Time-Trial-Festival.html" target="_blank">Time Trial Festival</a> sounded like
fun. Doesn’t it??? Turns out it REALLY HURTS. I have a whole new respect for
pure cyclists demanding repeated maximal efforts of their bodies like that. The
prologue left me with an inferno in my esophagus that wouldn’t quit, along with
the sensation that I had hot wings stuffed deep in my ear canals. No joke. The
following day we were to complete a 40k time trial and cap it all off with…wait
for it…another 10k time trial- Merckx style! I’m feigning enthusiasm because it
hurt in a magnificent way. And I would do it again in a heartbeat.</div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>DNF = Did Not Fail<o:p></o:p></u></b></div>
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Going into <a href="http://www.ironman.com/triathlon/events/americas/ironman-70.3/boise.aspx#axzz34a3i6lsJ" target="_blank">Boise 70.3</a>, it was becoming apparent that my
little ankle problem was not going away. I’ll spare the details at this point,
but running was not an option. The disappointment of this realization was suffocating.
Being only my second season racing in the pro field, and having yet to execute
a 2014 race (with no prospects in sight) was excruciating emotionally. I spent
several weeks processing the mental demons that nagged at me, causing me to
feel defeated before even toeing the start line.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pre-race Lucky Peak swim with fellow Wattie Ink teammates <br />
<a href="https://twitter.com/travis_lt" target="_blank">Travis Thomason</a> and <a href="http://rodetohappiness.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Sarah Barkley</a></td></tr>
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I had a choice to make. I was reminded that I could still
participate in my hometown race, but my goals would be different. I solicited
input from coach Flanny, multiple friends and of course <a href="https://twitter.com/MFMG" target="_blank">MFMG</a>. “Whatever
decision you make, own it and follow through,” urged Flanny. Matt was adamant
that I start the race, if for no other reason than to do battle in the swim.
Ultimately, choosing to complete an aquabike in the pro field was the right
choice for me. It was important for me to gauge my swim fitness against the pro
ladies and have the privilege of racing the bike with them. I had placed
nothing in T2 prior, so I knew my race would end as soon as I completed the
bike leg. Arriving in transition was a culmination of both torment and personal
glory. I had accomplished what I had set out to do without compromise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Though it was my first-ever DNF, it was on my
terms and hinged on a new set of objectives that forced me to transcend any
physical or mental pain that threatened to obscure my focus. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>Ready to kick some
‘boot’ie</u></b></div>
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So here I sit, post-op with a heavy-ass boot dangling off my
left leg. I’ve been given a couple different medications for pain, was warned
of discomfort lasting for days afterward, and am prepared for the slow, steady
road to recovery. Funny thing is, this surgery is the least distressing thing I
have experienced all season. In fact, having a clear diagnosis and a genuine
feeling of optimism is making for a relatively painless experience thus
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12972099393700947958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592684732994070282.post-44875155217778147622014-03-11T18:51:00.000-07:002014-03-11T18:51:25.873-07:00The Winter Challenge: Tri-ing something newWell, it finally happened this past Saturday…my 2014 triathlon season kicked off with a local multi-sport event of a different kind. The <a href="http://www.tritownboise.com/pages/winter-challenge" target="_blank">Winter Challenge</a> was a jovial mix of winter games, springtime liveliness and sunshine with a touch of Mardi Gras. And it exceeded all expectations of how Boiseans know how to have a good time!<br />
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Now, I realize I'm coming off of blogging hiatus and it is a bit interesting to be writing a race report so early in the season. In fact, I have been quite busy with other adventures… such as a kick-ass spring training camp with <a href="https://www.facebook.com/BlackDragonRacing" target="_blank">Black Dragon Racing</a> and <a href="http://wattieink.com/" target="_blank">Wattie Ink</a>. Unfortunately, I missed the boat on writing a feature article on it, so I'll let you read about it <a href="http://rodetohappiness.blogspot.com/2014/03/camp-1-recap.html" target="_blank">here</a>, <a href="http://konajourney.com/wattie-ink-black-dragon-racing-training-camp/" target="_blank">here</a>, <a href="http://wattsupkarin.wordpress.com/2014/02/27/training-camped-wattie-ink-elite-team-and-black-dragon-racing-pull-off-the-first-annual-socal-training-camp/" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="http://lavamagazine.com/the-ironmadman-proper-measurements-at-triathlon-training-camp/" target="_blank">here</a>. I have so many positive things to say about my first camp, but I'll limit it to: love <a href="https://www.facebook.com/flaniganrj?fref=ts" target="_blank">Coach Flanny</a> even more, very thankful for amazingly generous <a href="http://dustynabor.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">friends</a> and <a href="http://wattieink.com/elite-team-2014/" target="_blank">sponsors</a>, 2014 is going to ROCK!<br />
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When I'd heard friends <a href="http://www.adamwirth.com/" target="_blank">Adam Wirth</a> and <a href="http://www.tritownboise.com/pages/our-staff" target="_blank">Antonio Gonzalez</a> were scheming to organize a winter triathlon I was intrigued and (I'll admit) a bit apprehensive. My trepidation stems from Idaho's notoriously fickle spring weather. We could be planning a winter tri, but end up getting sunburned and covered in mud while hike-a-biking through the remnants of the <a href="http://www.bogusbasin.org/" target="_blank">Bogus Basin</a> Nordic trails. Plus, I'd struggled with a nagging ankle issue all winter that interrupted my blossoming love affair with skate skiing (more on that later).<br />
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Taking the plunge, I signed up and promoted the event with fervor. I borrowed a bike (again) from friend and XTERRA aficionado Allison Moore. I tested my mended ankle with one last ski. And before I could say "who's blow-up doll is THAT?!" it was time to race!<br />
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The event started with a 4k run along the Nordic Highway, which is actually a continuation of Bogus Basin Road when it is not snow covered. The run took a hard left downhill into the trees for some solid rolling hills, looping back to the finish. The main thing I remember about the run (besides "Thank heaven for Yak Trax,") was how sorry I felt for all of the poor suckers taking off fast and chasing Adam and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/tliby?fref=ts" target="_blank">Tom Liby</a> straight out of the gate. Have fun with that…<br />
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I've never been one to claim transitions as my strength. They still need work. My transitions in a winter triathlon need LOTS of work. Change shoes…grab gloves I forgot at the start…beanie off, helmet on…wait, glasses off ($h!t)…mount bike…GO!<br />
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Riding on snow was hanging over my head as the unknown factor in this event. I pictured slipping and sliding around every corner, hopelessly losing control in the spring slush with my rudimentary single-track skills. With the first turn, though, I was pleasantly surprised at the traction provided by the icy surface. Freezing crystals flipped up and peppered my face, like little gnats that dissolved on contact. I have skied this trail countless times and this experience brought mirth that I can't put into words. I went from "ugh, I have to ride 3 laps of this?" to "WOO HOO!! Can I ride more than 3 laps of this?!" I'm still smiling...<br />
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All too quickly my joyous ride was over and the ski loomed ahead. Another clumsy transition ensued and it was time to throw down the last leg of the race. I had no idea who was ahead of me or behind me…I was having the time of my life! Friends were hanging out near transition, ringing cowbells, heckling and cheering as the racers made their way through.<br />
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Since the ski route was a reverse of the run I had gotten a good idea of snow conditions. The occasional crusty patch threatened to grab my ski's edge and toss me into a snow bank, but I managed to keep upright and strong. Remember that steep downhill coming off the Nordic Highway I mentioned during the run? You guessed it: we got to climb that puppy twice during the ski leg. If I could describe for you non-skiers what it's like to climb a steep hill while skating… did you ever try to climb up a slide at a water park while it's running? Progress is painfully slow and you'd rather just give up and slide back down.<br />
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Just when I was reveling in my final, triumphant climb and I thought I could just cruise to the finish, I saw him. Frenchie. My friend Walter was just up ahead and looked like he was running out of steam. This race ain't over! In my mind, I threw myself into a powerful V2 sprint a la Kikkan Randall. To anyone watching I just started breathing harder. Nonetheless, I was gaining on him with less than a half kilometer to go. YES! Bragging rights over Walter…this is better than any trophy! Alas, Frenchie glanced back to see me gaining on him and lit up whatever gas he had left in the tank, which was enough to finish just 8 seconds ahead of me. Next time, Walter. Next time.<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xg9Mwtf5_VI/Ux-4FUYWaiI/AAAAAAAABe8/eVQ0nT8K6fI/s1600/securedownload-3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xg9Mwtf5_VI/Ux-4FUYWaiI/AAAAAAAABe8/eVQ0nT8K6fI/s1600/securedownload-3.jpeg" height="200" width="150" /></a>The day was wrapped up by swapping race stories, excellent food by <a href="http://www.kanak.co/" target="_blank">Kanak Attack</a> catering, beer by <a href="http://www.payettebrewing.com/age-gate.htm" target="_blank">Payette Brewing</a>, awards and costumes. Head on over to the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/winterchallengeatbogusbasin" target="_blank">Winter Challenge Facebook page</a> for additional photos. Hats off to Adam and Antonio for putting on one hell of an inaugural event! Thank you to local businesses Bogus Basin, <a href="http://worldcycleboise.com/" target="_blank">World Cycle</a> and <a href="http://www.tritownboise.com/" target="_blank">Tri Town</a> for amazing race organization and support. And volunteers- you guys were fabulous! Events like this can't be executed without dedication, enthusiasm and true pioneers at the helm. For all of you locals who missed out: this should top your list of fun, must-do events next year!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12972099393700947958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592684732994070282.post-74476613289206829912013-11-04T19:30:00.002-08:002013-11-05T15:43:11.891-08:00Bienvenido a Miami 70.3<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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From the moment <a href="http://ironmanmiami.com/" target="_blank">Miami 70.3</a> was put on my schedule, I'm pretty sure I've played <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1wiYBM0Sgfw" target="_blank">this song</a> daily in my mind. After a fairly aggressive early season it was time to look ahead to what goals I wanted to pursue for 2014. <a href="http://centralvirginiaendurance.com/coaches" target="_blank">Coach Flanigan</a> and I discussed various options, but ultimately my sights were set on earning my ticket to the 2014 Ironman 70.3 World Championships in Mont-Tremblant. Miami was chosen for a few reasons:<br />
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<li>Timing. I needed a solid block of time to build for this race after chinking my armor a little too much earlier in the season. (and I won't lie... the thought of escaping the cold, windy fall weather in exchange for palm trees and a warm breeze was definitely appealing).</li>
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The 10 weeks of training leading up to this race went almost entirely as planned. Aside from a couple hiccups with my running at the beginning of October, everything else was executed impeccably. Very few distractions. Head down. Eye on the goal.</div>
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This was my first race traveling solo. No MFMG to act as sherpa or keep me company on the flight. No <a href="https://www.facebook.com/WattieInkEliteTeam" target="_blank">Wattie Ink</a> contingent or other companions to provide pre-race support. And I know this isn't rocket science, but putting my bike together before the race also fell entirely on my shoulders. But as my husband reminded me, "This is, after all, an individual sport."</div>
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As race day approached, the familiar jittery excitement continued to build. Thanks to a pleasant home stay with a great local athlete, Ola Besser, stress was kept to a minimum and logistics were simple. Some ill-timed sinus congestion, a few near-death experiences with Miami drivers and one very inhospitable car rental agent were no match for the focus I had going into this race. Matt paid me a very big compliment the night before I departed Boise: "I've never seen you so prepared for a race."</div>
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Race reports can easily turn into rambling, detailed accounts of every moment of the very long day. So much happens the days leading up to the race and even more occurs the day of; it is nearly impossible to cover it all. What may work best is to highlight the highs and lows of each leg of the race. Here goes…</div>
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">The High: </i>Being racked near <a href="http://www.leandacave.com/" target="_blank">Leanda Cave</a> and <a href="http://www.mattyreed.com/" target="_blank">Matty Reed</a> in transition. Watching these two triathlon legends entertain droves of fans from around the world while obliging photos and hand-shakes was very cool. This was my first time meeting both of them, and from my brief interactions I can honestly say my admiration has only grown from the experience. </div>
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">The Low:</i> NERVES!! I kept thinking, "jeez, just get me in that water and sound the gun!" All of the announcements and pre-race briefings were translated into Spanish and Portuguese, which made it feel like the World Championships. EEK!</div>
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">The High:</i> I found feet!!! Many of you who spoke with me prior to this race know that the swim start was a source of much angst for me. I've been working hard on my swimming and I knew going in to this race my swim was stronger than ever. Setting myself up for a solid swim by staying with the group was crucial. I was determined not to swim alone (like has happened several times this season). I also wanted to prove that I'm worthy of sporting the wicked fast <a href="http://www.blueseventy.com/collections/swimskins" target="_blank">Blueseventy PZ3TX</a> with the big dogs.</div>
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">The Low:</i> Alas, they were the wrong feet to follow. By the time I had reached the first turn buoy I knew the lead pack had taken off, but I was still with a few other girls and I thought, "this is fine, just hang with them, you don't want to swim alone!" Well, about halfway through the swim I suddenly found myself engulfed in seaweed, as if someone had dumped a loose bale of hay into the harbor. I had followed those feet right off course into a big, floating mass. Imagine trying to crawl your way through several partially deflated air mattresses. The seaweed was buoyant, but not so much that it would support the weight of a human body. As I struggled to slog my way through this stuff (there has to be and END somewhere, right??) I heard a kayaker yelling and pointing me toward clear water. I was literally a couple feet from escaping the straw-like cloud but it was so thick I couldn't find my way through without the help of that kayaker. Once back on course the rest of the swim was smooth sailing…and I promptly surged away from those feet that led me astray.</div>
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">The High:</i> Simple- I raced. Even with the seaweed debacle I came out of the water around the same time as 3 other women. We all left T1 together and were leap frogging our way through the first several miles of the bike. I knew the ride would be flat and fast and I was concerned about getting stuck in the draft zone of the other riders. Flanny and I had reviewed my target power the day before, and throughout the season he has encouraged me to "race" and use my power meter as a tool rather than a limiter. So I went for it, pushing the pace above my target watts several times early in the bike in order to try to get away from the other women. The confidence I had from being adequately prepared for that ride helped me push harder than I would have earlier in the season. All that time tucked in the aero position was definitely made easier by my <a href="http://www.ismseat.com/saddle/adamo-breakaway" target="_blank">Adamo Breakaway</a> and <a href="http://invisciddesign.com/A2.htm" target="_blank">Speedfil</a> setup. In the end, my average power was about 3.5% higher than previous races this season. WIN!</div>
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">The High: </i>Finding my run legs! Flanny had warned me that because of the time-trial nature of the bike I would likely be stiff and uncomfortable starting the run. It was true. Man, that first mile felt like the longest mile I'd run in a very long time and it crossed my mind that I was too ambitious on the bike. I focused on turnover, form, fuel, hydration. Sure enough, within a few miles my legs came around and before I knew it my <a href="http://www.kswiss.com/" target="_blank">K-Swiss Kwicky's </a>were ticking off the miles and I began feeling stronger as the run unfolded.</div>
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">The Low:</i> I'm not sure what to call this "issue" I've been battling on the run, but it has been suggested that the problem originates in my lower leg and causes pain in my knee by compressing the peroneal nerve. Whatever. It sucks. Typically when my leg acts up it is only a matter of time before I'm walking. This time I managed to find a way to run through it will little issue, other than a slightly slower pace. While it is incredibly frustrating to know that I couldn't produce the run I'm capable of, it is encouraging that this "issue" continues to be less and less significant when it does rear it's ugly head. Here's to hoping it packs it's bags and leaves in 2014.</div>
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I came in 9th, which is not the race I was hoping for and not the race I had prepared myself for. It also does not give me a great start at points accumulation for 2014. While my perfectionistic nature causes me to analyze what I could have (<i>should have)</i><i> </i>done differently, I have been reminded by my coach and my network of supporters how far I have come this season. I have shown continual progress and consistency with my racing. I have attempted a heavier season than ever before, toeing the line with some of the best athletes in the sport to see how I measure up. And I have learned…a LOT. </div>
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The offseason is upon me…FINALLY! I am already thinking ahead to next season and the accomplishments and challenges that lie ahead. But for now I'll happily spend a significant amount of time sleeping in, baking and kicking MFMG's tail in cribbage. I can't begin to express my gratitude for all of the support I've received this season. This year has been an extraordinary journey, and I feel like I'm just getting started.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12972099393700947958noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592684732994070282.post-64670824391266083472013-10-08T18:59:00.000-07:002013-10-08T19:40:10.398-07:00Closing Down Summer<span style="text-align: center;">For Real?? It has been over 2 months since I've purged my brain of all randomness involving triathlon and my life. I guess that's an indication of a couple things: a) I needed a bit of a breather from all of the racing hullabaloo, and b) life has kept me busier than a one-armed wallpaper hanger.</span><br />
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Shortly following <a href="http://www.lesboistri.com/" target="_blank">XTERRA Les Bois </a>MFMG and I loaded up with our good friends Clay and Jen and headed to Bend for a little bike and beer time. Jen and I participated in the <a href="http://www.dirtseries.com/" target="_blank">Trek Women's Dirt Series</a> all-women's clinic and got to hone our mountain bike skills while the boys drank...er, um... rode on their own.<br />
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<b><u>Emmett's Most Excellent Triathlon:</u></b><br />
I have not missed this event in the past 4 years. Never a disappointment, the <a href="http://boiseaeros.com/Emmett/home.html" target="_blank">Emmett Triathlon</a> is an impeccably organized local favorite that almost serves as a reunion to Treasure Valley Triathletes. Setting up transition is almost like mingling at a party with friends- music, friendly conversation, jokes and an overwhelming sense of community makes this race one that I look forward to each season. Congrats to <a href="https://twitter.com/jenluebke" target="_blank">Jen Luebke</a> for taking the win; it was my second year in a row taking the bridesmaid slot by mere seconds. Next year...<br />
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Our wedding anniversary and my birthday are two days apart. For the past couple years, we have spent the days surrounding these events doing this:<br />
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<a href="http://mattgreenphoto.com/" target="_blank">Matt Green Photo</a> also hit a major milestone...it's first birthday. We spent the evening surrounded by friends and clients who have helped to make this venture a success. Here's to many more!<br />
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We vowed to schedule a getaway in McCall one last time before summer departed for the year, and we barely made it. In fact, unseasonably cool temps and mountain rain made it feel more like November than September, but that didn't stop us from enjoying every last second of our long weekend! My great aunt hosted us in the family's lakefront cabin for 4 blissful days of much-needed R&R.</div>
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At the end of September I also traveled back to my hometown of Nezperce to visit my family and attend the 14th annual Combine Demolition Derby. You read that correctly...crashing large harvesters into each other for entertainment purposes...fourteen years in a row. Visit the Facebook page to view a quick video <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Combine-Demolition-Derby/104329712933593" target="_blank">teaser</a>.</div>
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Sadly, the derby was cancelled for the first time ever due to record rainfall turning the fairgrounds into a mud bog. But there was another reason for me to get back to my hometown- to give back to my school. Nezperce Schools is involved in the <a href="http://www.fueluptoplay60.com/" target="_blank">Fuel up to Play 60</a> program and I was asked to put together an assembly for the students on nutrition and racing triathlon. What an honor to give back to my hometown and the school in this capacity! Special thanks to Callie Zenner, Jacky Mosman and the young Maddie Stapleton for encouraging me to come and giving me this fun opportunity!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12972099393700947958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592684732994070282.post-44095338353335550532013-07-31T16:35:00.000-07:002013-07-31T16:35:13.702-07:00Gettin' Dirty- XTERRA Les BoisI was first introduced to mountain biking back in June of 2005 while attending college at University of Idaho in Moscow. Learning to ride single track on Moscow Mountain (which is more like an exaggerated pitcher's mound with grass and trees on it) was not a cakewalk. Roots, downed trees, loose dirt, creeks...it was not love at first ride. But my boyfriend had won a guided mountain bike tour in Utah in just two short months so we bought me a Trek 4300 and got me on single track as much as possible that summer.<br />
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Despite several bruises, a trip over the handlebars into a creek and a wickedly miscalculated off-trail ride that resulted in a broken helmet and severe gravel-rash, my confidence gradually improved- as did my love of riding. After moving to Boise years later, I fell in love with our incredible network of foothill trails surrounding the north and east ends of town. However, my love of triathlon (coupled with a lack of confidence due to less time on-trail) slowly pulled me away from mountain biking for the past 2 years...<br />
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This is the second year Boise has hosted the offroad triathlon, and this time around it has been included in the XTERRA family. With <a href="http://wattieink.com/" target="_blank">Wattie Ink</a> as a title sponsor, and my friend and Wattie teammate <a href="http://jashilt.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">John Shilt</a> at the helm, this was sure to be a premier event.<br />
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I hadn't swum in Lucky Peak since <a href="http://eringreenracing.blogspot.com/2013/06/boise-703-where-heart-is.html" target="_blank">Boise 70.3</a> and let me tell you, the water is soooo much nicer this time of year! I came out of the swim just a few seconds behind Jannalyn and got to work on the bike. The course is pretty straightforward: a two-loop hammerfest on fire roads and singletrack with a couple pitchy climbs and one very technical gully descent toward the end of each loop. But as I learned all those years ago: "if you ain't hikin' you ain't bikin'." (friend and race supporter Walter Poly took <a href="https://twitter.com/ID_Flahute/status/361159273100746753/photo/1" target="_blank">a good shot of me navigating the rock garden</a>). With their superior technical skills, Hortie Everett and Sara Lloyd both passed me on the second lap, but I was just happy to have made it into T2 unscathed. Now time to conquer the "groin"...twice.<br />
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I had run the course on a relay team last year, so I knew what was ahead of me. Nice trail through grassy hillside, a long, gravel downhill, some pavement, some sand...and then the groin. This little gem of a climb gains around 200 feet in just .15 miles. It is a sandy, rocky slog that makes it (nearly) impossible to maintain a rhythm or even attempt to run. And once at the top, wheezing and near fainting, you get to look forward to doing it aaaaaall over again.<br />
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The groin is what makes this race notorious and proves that it lives up to the name "XTERRA". The finish line is just at the base of the climb, so at least there's some "ooncha ooncha" music to help push you to the top. To go along with the beat booming from the speakers below, local triathlete Adam Winspear decided the poor souls trudging up the groin could use some encouragement. He grabbed the mic and started hollering run splits and supportive words to all of the participants. Thanks, Adam!<br />
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With this being my first offroad tri and only 6 short days after Lake Stevens, I was thrilled to be the first female to cross the finish line. Let's qualify this win a bit, though: I was one of only two female pros to compete, and Trish had (as I understand it) never ridden singletrack before (you go, girl!). The field was mostly local athletes, with 130 competitors registering for both the sprint and olympic distances. While it feels good to come away with a win in my first XTERRA, I have no delusions about my abilities...I have a long way to go before being able to compete with the true lady pros of XTERRA. :-)<br />
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Major kudos go out to <a href="https://twitter.com/QuadJRanch" target="_blank">John Shilt</a> and all of the volunteers and staff that made this race a success! Thank you <a href="http://wattieink.com/" target="_blank">Wattie Ink</a> for your continued support of the sport of triathlon! <a href="http://www.blueseventy.com/" target="_blank">Blueseventy</a>'s wetsuit and goggles made for a very pleasant swim. <a href="http://www.kswiss.com/" target="_blank">Kswiss</a>, thanks for making a <a href="http://www.kswiss.com/shop/footwear/02704-488/Men/K-Ona_R/NEBLU_SLVR_BRTYLLW" target="_blank">tri shoe</a> that can handle trail like no other. And <a href="http://powerbar.com/" target="_blank">Powerbar</a>, your Double Latte Powergel is da bomb!<br />
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The funny thing is, self-disclosure can be a cathartic thing. I told Kate that as soon as I had admitted and embraced the fact that burnout had found me, I felt a good deal of pressure lifted from my shoulders. Optimistic by nature, I feel that many of life's trials and speed bumps are manageable; one just needs to figure out a way over, around or through them. I decided to get over the hump of Lake Stevens, leave the Blerch in our sketchy neighborhood in Everett, WA where we stayed and get on with finding my race mojo again.<br />
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Lake Stevens was a late-add. <a href="http://centralvirginiaendurance.com/coaches" target="_blank">Flanny</a> and I sort of thought, "why not?" when I had expressed interest in racing. Travel isn't too taxing and I had always wanted to race the hilly course. Many of my local <a href="http://www.tritownboise.com/" target="_blank">TriTown</a> friends were racing, including my buddy Andrew Li. We were riding the coattails of all of the other athletes who had solidified plans, so we had to scramble to find a hotel room and travel arrangements. Turns out Andrew and I make excellent travel companions. With his mellow personality, generous nature, impeccable Ah-Nold impersonations and affinity for food, he made for perfect company for a road trip and a great race buddy.</div>
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Race preparations went smoothly and before I knew it I was bobbing in the warm water waiting for that gun to go off. With <a href="http://www.meredithkessler.com/" target="_blank">Meredith Kessler </a>and <a href="http://www.tenillehoogland.com/" target="_blank">Tennile Hoogland</a> in the mix, I knew it would be blistering pace for the swim...and the Blerch got the best of me. I relaxed into my own pace, made friends with the wonderful bouy line along the course and cruised. It was less stressful than my last two race starts, at a cost of over a minute off the main pack. Damn Blerch.</div>
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Lake Stevens provides a picturesque but brutal bike course, with a mix of rolling hills, pitchy climbs and sharp turns. Friends who had done the race before told me the course would really suit me, as I usually thrive riding hills. Not so on Sunday. Flat legs. Flat affect. I almost wished for a flat tire. Stupid Blerch had followed me all around that topsy-turvy bike course, nagging the entire time about how much better I'd feel if I just threw in the towel.</div>
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One thing about the Blerch...doesn't seem like he can run. :-) Within a couple miles of the run my leg turnover picked up, as well as my spirits. Some encouraging words from <a href="http://mattlieto.com/" target="_blank">Matt Lieto</a> (who rocked it, placing 5th) and fellow <a href="http://wattieink.com/" target="_blank">Wattie Ink</a>er <a href="http://guycrawfords.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Guy Crawford</a> (finishing a solid 7th place) helped my feet find their wings. Now, running a 1:29:46 may not seem like a big deal when compared with speedsters like Meredith or Kate, but cutting below that 1:30 mark is a major milestone for me and well worth celebrating!</div>
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The Boise TriTown crew also had an impressive showing, with 4 members winning their respective Age Groups and several others finishing strong as well. However, I was told at the finish that one of our TriTown guys was spotted being carted off the bike course in an ambulance...and it turned out to be my co-pilot, Andrew. Misty morning conditions made for poor visibility and he hit a rock about 5 miles into the bike...going approximately 30mph. By someone's grace he walked away with some significant patches of road rash, but all of his bones intact. </div>
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While not pleased with my placing at Lake Stevens, I am happy with a swim PR and THRILLED with my run. Funny thing about starting at the bottom... you have nowhere to go but up! As always, I am incredibly grateful for all those who support my endeavors: <a href="http://www.wattieink.com/" target="_blank">Wattie Ink</a>, <a href="http://www.blueseventy.com/" target="_blank">Blueseventy</a>, <a href="http://www.kswiss.com/" target="_blank">KSwiss</a>, <a href="http://invisciddesign.com/" target="_blank">Speedfil</a>, <a href="http://www.powerbar.com/" target="_blank">Powerbar</a>, <a href="http://www.ismseat.com/" target="_blank">ISM</a> and of course my friends, family and #1 Superfan Matt. I couldn't venture into this realm without you.<br />
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And with that, my first season racing with the pros is winding down...I think. On a whim, and at the behest of several friends I've signed up for my first off-road triathlon, XTERRA Les Bois. Gun goes off at 9:00am tomorrow morning. Ready for some DIRT!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12972099393700947958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592684732994070282.post-81275428196923498162013-07-18T20:53:00.000-07:002013-07-20T09:25:32.164-07:00The Burnout MonsterOn the eve of my departure for Lake Stevens, WA I find myself in unfamiliar territory: I am not giddy with excitement. The pre-race anticipation typically bubbling over within me is absent and the thought of staying home is more appealing. Though this is difficult to admit, it is consistent with a pattern over the past couple weeks. Despite a solid recovery period and relatively light training schedule I am unusually tired. An old running injury has flared, causing a training setback. I find myself only smiling about 70% of the time (instead of my usual 90%). Every day seems to drag a little, the standard bounce in my step peculiarly absent. An unsavory, unwelcome little troll has crept into my life. His name is Burnout.<br>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First grade. I never was good at faking a smile.</td></tr>
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<span style="text-align: center;">The thing about Burnout is he likes to catch me by surprise, pretending to be disinterested in interfering with my life's mojo. Things flow smoothly...work, training, social life, family, sleep...I juggle these things better than a circus performer (if you don't believe me, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=4940618954621" target="_blank">watch this video</a>. Around 1:50 I do a pretty neat trick in T1). But this incessant performance gets tiring and we all have our limits. </span><br>
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<span style="text-align: center;">Admitting that the evil monster named Burnout has infiltrated triathlon for me is a painful realization. I imagine it is how a musician feels if the songs he plays yield no joy. The other half of Team Green agrees. He told me today, "Even when you're at rest you're planning your next event or training session; constantly looking ahead instead of enjoying what is happening in the moment. It's the triathlete mindset." He knows me best. This is the heaviest racing schedule I've attempted thus far, so it is not surprising that I'd test my limits and venture into unknown territory.</span><br>
The good news about recognizing Burnout early is that I can break out my Kung-Fu Ninja skills and beat him right out of my life. I have an uncanny knack for finding the upside of life's speed bumps (with the aid of an incredible support system, of course) and persevering through them. Two things are certain:<br>
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<li>After a proper post-race celebration with a mob of friends who will be racing with me, I will regroup, rest up and send Burnout's ugly mug down the road. I've got some playing to do.</li>
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Addendum: My friend Justine (who understands the vacuum that is training, racing and keeping up with the daily rat race) shared the following with me upon reading this blog. Turns out there is a name for the green-eyed Burnout monster- "the Blerch" <a href="http://theoatmeal.com/comics/running">http://theoatmeal.com/comics/running</a>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12972099393700947958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592684732994070282.post-48985706205543318102013-07-04T10:59:00.003-07:002013-07-04T10:59:44.587-07:00Rockin' Pacific CrestMother Nature smiled upon us this past Saturday with moderate summer temps and a delightful cloud cover, making for perfect race conditions in beautiful Sunriver, OR. It was my first time racing <a href="http://www.aasportsltd.com/events/pacificcrest/halftridu/index.htm" target="_blank">Pacific Crest Long Course</a>, though I have heard many good things about the venue and race over the past several years. It was time to work it into the schedule...and I'm so glad I did!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.bendparksandrec.org/Juniper_Swim__Fitness/" target="_blank">Juniper Swim and Fitness Center.</a> <br />Another reason why Bend rocks (besides the beer selection)</td></tr>
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My coach, <a href="https://twitter.com/CVE_Coach" target="_blank">Flanny</a>, and I decided that Pacific Crest would be targeted as my "A Race" for the early season. The pro field at this race is smaller and more attuned to my level of competition at this time. I knew <a href="https://twitter.com/kenzmadison" target="_blank">Mackenzie Madison</a> and <a href="https://twitter.com/jenluebke" target="_blank">Jennifer Luebke</a> would be racing, which would challenge me in the perfect way to bring out my best race. Having raced <a href="http://www.leadmantri.com/page/show/391875" target="_blank">Leadman 125</a> in Bend last September, I was somewhat familiar with the bike course. I was also urged to pre-ride the run course since it was described as a maze of paved bike paths winding through cabins and trees, where every turn is like Groundhog Day...you have no idea where you are because everything looks the same. Got it.<br />
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Logistically the race was a tad of a headache as a first-timer, as T1, T2 and the expo were all in different locations. I opted to forego the shuttle bus on race morning and rely on my manager/photographer (also known as my husband) for transportation to the event. Morning setup went smoothly, arrived at the swim start early enough to leisurely set up T1 and enjoy my pre-race snack of peanut butter and banana goodness.<br />
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Now for the race recap. I apologize for the lack of photos- Matt is trying his hand at shooting video and it has yet to be produced. Look for a follow up post later on. As always, I'll try to keep this concise and entertaining so as not to provide a cure for insomnia...<br />
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<li>Solid swim! Yahoo!!! The plan was to try to stick with Jen Luebke, whom I know is a solid swimmer. Plan failed...I was so amped at the start that the only thing my brain was screaming within the first couple hundred meters was, "FORGET HER, JUST GET SOME AIR!!" (You can bet that I'll be implementing a swim warm-up at my next race). By the second buoy I had calmed myself and settled my heart rate enough to pick up the pace again and get into a good rhythm. Turns out I was just over a minute behind Jen into T1, and nipping at Mackenzie's heels. Right where I wanted to be!</li>
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<li>And now for the blooper reel. No wetsuit peelers at this race, so I was left to my own devices to strip off my <a href="http://www.blueseventy.com/" target="_blank">Blueseventy Helix</a>. Now, I remember watching a <a href="http://vimeo.com/44910712" target="_blank">great transition video</a> put together by Boise pro <a href="http://www.chris-ganter.com/Home.html" target="_blank">Chris Ganter</a> last year in which he suggests stepping sideways out of your wetsuit. Note to self: wet neoprene on wet neoprene is slippier (new word) than new tube socks on freshly polished hardwood floor. I found myself with both feet in the air, landing flat on my rear on the asphalt. (Yeah, I'm a pro.) What else could I do but lie there on the pavement, squirming my left ankle out of the suit to finish the job? Look for the video to be posted as soon as MFMG is finished editing. I have no shame. :-)</li>
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<li>The bike leg was relatively uneventful. Mackenzie passed me straight out of T1 and I knew she was out for blood by the way she steadily faded into the distance and out of my sight over the next few miles. I had discussed my strategy with Flanny the previous day, had my target wattage and was encouraged to race, but not do anything stupid on the climb up Bachelor. I told myself not to chase just yet, settle in and be patient. I pedaled comfortably in solitude, soaking in the ponderosas and mountain lake scenery for 58 (not 56!) miles. The bike was executed as planned- controlled and leaving me well-fueled and hydrated for the run. Once again, <a href="http://eringreenracing.blogspot.com/2013/06/the-4th-discipline.html" target="_blank">my nutrition plan</a> was like clockwork.</li>
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<li>Mile 4 of the run is where the magic happened. I noticed my pace was feeling very comfortable; but comfortable is not how I like to race. I had read <a href="http://www.xtri.com/features/detail/284-itemId.511713887.html#.T43VX-AvXUo.email" target="_blank">a great article</a> recently (courtesy of my friend and fellow tri-geek, Lauri Thompson) that examines the art of racing and suffering. I decided it was time to suffer. Watching my pace gradually pick up, I settled in at a slightly slower pace than what I had been doing on the track for mile repeats. I figured if I could hold that pace for at least the next 6-7 miles, perhaps I'd find another lady to chase for the last few miles of the run. And so my <a href="http://www.kswiss.com/" target="_blank">K-Swiss</a> Kwicky Blade Lights carried me through the next several miles with a little more spunk than typical. </li>
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<li>FINALLY between miles 8-9 the trio of significant others appeared (MFMG, <a href="https://twitter.com/metcalfe_ben" target="_blank">Ben Metcalfe</a> and <a href="https://twitter.com/mattlieto" target="_blank">Matt Lieto</a>) all there to cheer on me, Mackenzie and Jen, respectively. I was rapidly closing on <a href="https://twitter.com/PlantFueledTri" target="_blank">Laura Coombs</a> and Jen. Sweet! Hearing that I looked as strong as MFMG has ever seen me on the run, and that I had cut into the sizable lead Mackenzie had on me going into T2 was just the motivation I needed to hold the pace. While it wasn't enough for me to get the win, I was thrilled with a run PR of 1:31:58 on a somewhat challenging course.</li>
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<li>Congrats to Mackenzie on her repeat win (I've lost count...is this 5th consecutive for you at Pac Crest??) and to fellow Boisean <a href="http://www.kevin-everett.com/" target="_blank">Kevin Everett</a> for a stellar performance. Special thanks to our house-swap buddies <a href="https://twitter.com/TheRickFloyd" target="_blank">Rick and Meg Floyd</a> (look for great things to come from this neo-pro at Lake Stevens!). Also, Hortie Everett, Kevin's wife, for cheering and calming me when I let a little "French" slip out as I fell over in T1. :-) And of course, Matty Green...there are no words.</li>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12972099393700947958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592684732994070282.post-5842097866595000322013-06-26T10:31:00.000-07:002013-06-26T10:40:08.047-07:00The 4th DisciplineSwim, Bike, Run. That's what we triathletes spend the majority of our time thinking about. It is what occupies our daily thoughts, our dreams at night and (much to our families' chagrin) dinner conversations on one too many occasions.<br />
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But there is a fourth discipline to triathlon: Nutrition. Ask any seasoned athlete and he or she will tell you that nutrition and hydration is key to successful performance. We've all see athletes meltdown due to dehydration or make a mad dash for the porta-potty at inopportune times during the race to relieve the products of an upset GI system. Proper fueling can mean the difference between a triumph and a catastrophe.<br />
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Being a Registered Dietitian, I am quizzed frequently by fellow triathletes about race nutrition. The questions posed could easily make Letterman's Top 10 list, as they've probably been the punchline of every triathlete's dramatic tale of race-day horror at some point:<br />
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<li>First and foremost: <b>a hearty breakfast</b>. My daily nutrition is of utmost importance to me, and pre-race is no difference. My favorite go-to breakfast is a huge bowl of fruit with plain, fat free Greek yogurt (<a href="http://chobani.com/goreal/" target="_blank">Chobani</a> Plain is my fave) and a crunchy cereal like <a href="https://www.kashi.com/" target="_blank">Kashi GoLean</a> or granola. Paired w/ my standard cuppa joe and I'm ready to rock. </li>
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<li><b>Pre-race snack</b>. Most races require athletes to get up and get moving early in the morning, but if you think about it you probably have a few hours between the time you finish breakkie and when the gun goes off. I prefer to take half of a peanut butter and banana sandwich with me and eat while I'm setting up T1. Boise 70.3 had a unique "lunchtime" start, so I had my sando on the way out, then nibbled on carrots and yogurt while setting up my bike. And drink water!</li>
<li><b>On the bike:</b> Usually my tummy is a little temperamental after jacking my HR in the swim and with the adrenaline coursing through me as I roll out of T1 I can't really get anything down my throat but water until I calm down. Since I've done such a good job of fueling up to this point, I will allow myself about 30 min of "settling" into the bike before I touch any food. I'll sip water during this time. People joke that I ride with a "buffet" of food...and maybe by some standards I do. My Bento Box is jam-packed with boiled, salted <a href="http://www.idahopotato.com/" target="_blank">Idaho potatoes</a>, an oatmeal power cookie made by our local <a href="http://www.boiseweekly.com/boise/best-wtflour/BestOf?oid=2518382" target="_blank">Wildflour Bakery</a>, a couple <a href="http://www.nuun.com/" target="_blank">Nuun</a> tablets and some raspberry <a href="http://www.powerbar.com/Products/gel-blasts-energy-chews-raspberry" target="_blank">Powerbar Gel Blasts</a>. I'll also take about 16-20 fl oz of <a href="http://www.powerbar.com/" target="_blank">Powerbar Restore</a> (approximately 2 scoops) for sipping throughout. A few notes about my bike nutrition choices:</li>
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<li>I like to EAT on the bike. I have trained my body to handle this and to expect solid food. That said, semi-liquid and liquid nutrition is absorbed more quickly, thus the sports drink.</li>
<li>The salted potatoes are money when you're so sick of sweet, sugary stuff that you'd give anything for something "real". A word of caution- I have had trouble chewing and swallowing these down if I neglect my hydration and get cotton mouth. So this actually helps me remember to drink water to wash 'em down.</li>
<li>Powerbar Restore is not designed or marketed for use during the event- it is intended for recovery. However, years back I had latched on to Perpetuem, which is a carb/protein mixture. I used this for a season until it didn't seem to work for me any longer. In the process of seeking out a replacement product that still had some protein and carbs I came across Restore. Now, the research on consuming protein during endurance exercise is mixed...but if it ain't broken...</li>
<li>I always have a little more food than I think I'll need on the bike. The Powerbar Gel Blasts are good insurance for me, in case I just don't feel like eating anything else, or need some quick sugar in the system. You never know when you'll get a mechanical, drop some goodies on the ground mid-bite, or simply just need more fuel than you originally estimated. I figure if I roll into T2 with a little fuel leftover I'm in a good position nutritionally.</li>
<li>Sometimes the Nuun gets used, sometimes it doesn't. My bike food supplies fantastic electrolytes so it is rare that I need more. On very hot days, or days where I don't need as much fuel, but more hydration I'll pop one of these puppies into my <a href="http://www.invisciddesign.com/" target="_blank">Speedfil</a> to ensure proper hydration.</li>
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<li><b>On the run:</b> By this time I know I have loaded my system with about all the calories, carbs and electrolytes it can possibly handle while working at this intensity. Things are about to get even harder on the run and solid food is not an option for me. My solution: suck on <a href="https://guenergy.com/store/chewables.html/" target="_blank">Gu Chomps</a> the entirety of the run. Rolling one around in my mouth will last about 2-3 miles, then if there's anything left, the Chomp gets chomped down. Aid stations are water for the first 6 miles or so, then supplementing with cola each aid station after. </li>
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Now, to go back to my initial point: that every individual's physiology and taste preferences vary. What I have described is my plan, and will hopefully give you some new ideas to try. I also welcome comments, sharing strategies, or questions regarding this topic. The fourth discipline is, for many, the trickiest of all.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12972099393700947958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592684732994070282.post-54176283493122192552013-06-13T13:51:00.000-07:002013-06-13T16:05:50.911-07:00Boise 70.3- Where the heart is<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am still coming down off of the energetic high from this past weekend. Being my second race in the pro field, this event presented an interesting dichotomy: the comforts and familiarity of racing in my own community coupled with the added pressure to perform and make my city proud.<br />
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The week leading up to the race was not a stress-free time for me. In true over-achiever fashion I had saddled myself with 3 work-related project deadlines. I had also suffered a little tumble at the <a href="http://www.gfitstudio.com/rides-races/lyle-pearson-200" target="_blank">Lyle Pearson 200</a> bike relay that resulted in a broken handlebar the weekend before. This made for a nail-biting situation for me and MFMG to get my bike fixed within a 6 day window. If that weren't enough this rookie went and screwed up her registration and had to scramble to remedy the situation 48 hours before the gun went off. Stress is only as influential as you allow it to be, though, and by Friday afternoon my life had harmoniously aligned. It is critical to mention that I schooled MFMG in a game of cribbage the night before the race. Historically my cribbage performance is inversely related to my race results...but it appears the winds are changing...<br />
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Surrounding myself with positive, supportive people is critical in the days leading up to a race. The individuals with whom I spent my pre-70.3 time are some of my favorites: <a href="https://twitter.com/MFMG" target="_blank">MFMG</a> (of course), <a href="http://heatherjacksonracing.com/" target="_blank">Heather</a> and <a href="http://wattieink.com/" target="_blank">Wattie</a>, my friends and fellow Wattie Ink teammates <a href="https://twitter.com/honeybagrboise" target="_blank">Sue</a> and <a href="https://twitter.com/Bustamoov" target="_blank">Jay</a>, <a href="http://dustynabor.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Dusty Nabor</a> & <a href="http://wattsupkarin.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Karin Langer</a>, Wildflower roomie and buddy <a href="http://www.lizlyles.com/" target="_blank">Liz Lyles</a>, my coach <a href="http://centralvirginiaendurance.com/coaches" target="_blank">Flanny</a>, as well as dozens of friends and coworkers who have all got my back.<br />
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I will spare you too many details, as I realize everything I think is important to convey in a race report may be snore-worthy for all of you. In reflection, there were some key voices in my head throughout race day that were crucial to my performance. (I teed up that one for you smartasses who want to make a quip about "the voices") Here is a quick breakdown of my breakthrough:</div>
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<li>Nutrition Bullseye! Matt told me on race morning, "Your nutrition plan is your greatest advantage. It will be hot and windy out there, and people are going to meltdown on the run. You've got your nutrition dialed, stick to it and HYDRATE." So every time the wind jolted me around I said to myself, "Drink!" It worked...I drained my <a href="http://www.invisciddesign.com/" target="_blank">Speedfil</a> at least 4 times over the duration of the bike, ate my standard salted potatoes and power cookie and routinely sipped my <a href="http://www.powerbar.com/" target="_blank">Powerbar</a> Restore (yes, I use this during the event instead of Perform). </li>
<li>Relax and swim. When I was getting all worked up about the intensity of the swim start and my lack of confidence in that area, Flanny encouraged me to look at every race start as a learning opportunity. "Don't spend a lot of energy worrying about such a small fraction of your race," he said. Liz and her mom played chauffeur to me race morning and it gave us a chance to share some hopes (and apprehensions) about the race. Having her encouragement really helped. And wouldn't you know it...we swam shoulder to shoulder. Booyah!! If not for the sensation that I was drowning after that second buoy I would have smiled about this. Thank goodness it was a wetsuit-legal swim; my <a href="http://www.blueseventy.com/collections/2012-womens-wetsuits/products/2012-helix-womens-full-suit" target="_blank">Blueseventy Helix</a> performed flawlessly. Remember that waterboarding scene from GI Jane? This is what I sounded like during the latter portion of the swim (no joke):</li>
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<li>Race the bike, but don't race stupid. That gem was provided by Flanny when discussing race strategy. At Wildflower the word of the day was "patience." For this race, I was given a little more discretion to use my power meter as a tool and gauge my efforts accordingly. Boise spring lived up to its blustery reputation and made for an extremely challenging bike leg. If not for the comfort of my <a href="http://www.ismseat.com/saddle/adamo-breakaway" target="_blank">ISM Adamo Breakaway</a> I could not have stayed tucked into my aerobars for such a grueling effort. At the turnaround at 10 Mile Creek I could see that I was hanging in there mid-pack. Sweet! </li>
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<li>A run PR! My run training is relatively in its infancy this season. We have infused my steady (but cautious) mileage build with a few speed sessions and my body is responding well. That and the nonstop party (courtesy of the <a href="http://boiseaeros.com/" target="_blank">Boise Aeros</a>) occurring on 8th street fueled the fire under my <a href="http://www.kswiss.com/shop/footwear/92941-699/Women/Kwicky_Blade-Light_Neutral/NEPNK_MYSTERIOSO_/tree" target="_blank">KSwiss Kwicky Blade Lights</a> for all 13.1 miles. Huge thanks to <a href="https://twitter.com/WattieInk" target="_blank">Wattie</a>, my mentor Harold Frobisher from <a href="http://www.tritownboise.com/" target="_blank">Tri Town</a> and local pro <a href="http://www.chris-ganter.com/Home.html" target="_blank">Chris Ganter</a> for zipping around on their bikes giving me splits. Also, my good friend Justine was a bike escort for 3rd place pro male so I got an extra boost from her giving an encouraging shout-out to her "bitch". A 1:32 half marathon after that tempestuous bike?? I'll take it!</li>
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<li>A 4th place finish. I am thrilled! I executed my race plan impeccably...and in the midst of my family of Boiseans! From the wild cheering on race day to the touching Facebook posts and texts for days following, I am humbled and moved by the volume of support and camaraderie of this community. </li>
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<li>10 Barrel after-party with Wattie Ink teammates <a href="https://twitter.com/trisbb" target="_blank">Sarah Barkley</a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/SheriAnneNelson" target="_blank">SheriAnne Nelson</a> and <a href="https://twitter.com/tobybaum" target="_blank">Toby Baum</a> (who all had fantastic races!), Jay & Sue, Matt, Liz, <a href="http://www.benhoffmanracing.com/go.html" target="_blank">Ben Hoffman</a> (who also finished an impressive 4th...look for good things to come from him at IMCDA in a couple weeks!).</li>
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There are just so many people to acknowledge that I'm afraid of accidentally forgetting someone. Of course, Matty Green, the wearer of many hats, I couldn't do this without you. Wattie Ink and all the aforementioned sponsors and teammates, thank you for all of your time and support! Flanny, I'm so excited to continue down this road with you- great things to come! Thank you and congrats to Liz and Heather for inspiring me and being such awesome ladies...and to <a href="https://twitter.com/UliBromme" target="_blank">Uli Bromme</a> for pushing me all the way to the finish line. And finally, to <a href="http://www.heatherfuhr.com/" target="_blank">Heather Fuhr</a> and the Ironman team who were very cooperative and prompt with helping me correct my registration error.</div>
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Media coverage: <a href="http://www.idahostatesman.com/2013/06/09/2609329/newcomers-strong-to-the-finish.html" target="_blank">The Statesman</a> and <a href="http://www.kboi2.com/sports/professional/New-Zealander-takes-2013-Boise-Ironman-703-title-210732261.html" target="_blank">KBOI</a></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12972099393700947958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592684732994070282.post-68153662352762208422013-05-27T13:58:00.000-07:002013-05-27T13:58:16.878-07:00Pole Peddle PaddleYeah, yeah, I realize it should be "Pole, <i>Pedal</i>, Paddle" but this is a test to see if my buddy <a href="https://twitter.com/TJLBoise" target="_blank">Tom Lloyd</a> reads my blog. If you'd like a little background on this silly misspelling, check out my uber blonde moment in <a href="https://www.facebook.com/erin.green.142892" target="_blank">my Facebook thread from May 17th.</a> I have no shame.<br />
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<a href="http://www.pppbend.com/" target="_blank">This event</a> has intrigued me since I learned of it a few years back. Granted, I could hardly stand on skate skis, let alone wallow my way through 8k of it back then. But my Nordic abilities have since improved, especially after training for and completing the <a href="http://www.birkie.com/" target="_blank">American Birkebeiner</a> this past February. These mad skills are what attracted the attention of my friend Bryan Escobedo, who was (ahem) <i>"desperate"</i> for someone to do the Nordic ski portion of the race. Whatever...he totally picked me for my superior speed (and uncanny ability to flail like a mad woman while screaming down the trail, somehow avoiding multiple wipeouts). Team "Jalapeno Business" was born! Say it slowly...<br />
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Props to the people of Bend for organizing and executing a logistically challenging event that requires more planning and gear than a Hollywood housewife backpacking trip. The race starts at <a href="http://www.mtbachelor.com/winter/index.html" target="_blank">Mt. Bachelor</a>, where the downhill and Nordic portions are held, as well as the bike transition. I opted to Nordic ski, then hop on my trusty rocket and fly down the mountain toward town. It was my first (and hopefully ONLY) ride in the snow this year. Mother Nature treated us to some flurries at the start, but cleared up for the remainder of the event. Bryan ran the 10k, paddled on the Deschutes and then tagged me for the final sprint finish. Good enough for 3rd AG in the pairs division...we'll take it!<br />
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Aside from some confusion at the bike-to-run transition (Escobedo got trigger-happy and took off before I got a chance to tag him), some inclement weather, and an unfortunate case of foodborne illness for Mrs. Escobedo (who is also 30 weeks pregnant and a total trooper) it went off without a hitch. What an adventurous, fun way to mix it up during the race season- already contemplating next year's PPP. Plus, spending an extra weekend of the year in Bend, OR does not suck.<br />
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It has been a week since I crossed the finish line at the one and only Wildflower Triathlon held at Lake San Antonio in beautiful California. My goals for this event were pretty simple- complete my first elite race, enjoy the festive atmosphere and have a solid performance. Turns out I exceeded my own expectations.<br />
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I had been steered toward this race for several years and decided I could wait no longer after hearing all of the fantastic reports. Dubbed the Woodstock of triathlon, Wildflower is an iconic race trademarked by its challenging course and hostile takeover of the entire San Antonio Reservoir Recreation Area. This uniqueness often draws a competitive crowd, as well as party-ready spectators and participants. SOLD!<br />
Another selling point for me was that the <a href="http://wattieink.com/elite-team-2013/" target="_blank">Wattie Ink Elite Team</a> had named Wildflower as an official team event, which meant that several of my fellow Wattie Ink teammates would be in attendance. Ooooooh...Saturday night will be fuuuuuuun!<br />
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The Wildflower course is notoriously hilly, which makes it an "honest" race. Many fellow athletes applauded my bravery for choosing such a course for my elite debut. At the elite athlete introductions the evening before the race, Bob Babbitt and Michellie Jones both chanted, "virgin, virgin..." in a friendly but taunting fashion. Hmmm...<br />
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Despite the warnings, TriCalifornia Events made it the <i>easiest</i> challenging event I've ever experienced. The impeccable hospitality practiced by TriCal staff and volunteers was above and beyond anything I had anticipated. I also felt incredibly welcomed by my fellow pros, which aided in calming my new-kid nerves.<br />
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<li>First and foremost- I met all of my aforementioned goals: completed the race while managing to have fun and soaking in the incredible energy along the way, and I feel I had a solid performance.</li>
<li>Crummy swim. Ugh, coming into T1 and seeing my trusty steed all by its lonesome with only one other bike was tough!</li>
<li>Fighting through negative thoughts and energy on the bike. That swim hung with me for about 35 mi of the bike in the form of a constant reader board of berating thoughts running through my head. "How embarrassing, Erin, you can do better." or "Jeez, you're lightyears behind the other ladies." </li>
<li>And now for one of my best strengths- staying positive! Each time that little devil on my shoulder would start it's B.S. I would shut it up with some uplifting retort, "Focus, it's not over, just execute, you got this!"</li>
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<li>First time racing with power. I have been working with coach Bob "Flanny" Flanigan with <a href="http://centralvirginiaendurance.com/" target="_blank">Central Virginia Endurance</a> and was intent on sticking to our plan of being patient on the bike. He had advised me to resist the urge to drill myself on the hills by attacking (which has been my approach in previous years) and to really focus on the target watts. It paid off and I was relatively fresh for the run.</li>
<li>No injuries!! I have battled some knee issues over the past several years that have yet to be firmly diagnosed. But I have my own diagnosis: a pain in the ass. Just when I think I've got it licked, here comes Mr. Evil Knee Fairy. Not this time! </li>
<li>No worries nutrition. My nutrition plan once again worked perfectly, and I managed to avoid meltdown even in the unseasonable heat.</li>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12972099393700947958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592684732994070282.post-35478630510363684252013-04-13T20:08:00.001-07:002013-04-13T20:08:47.348-07:00HungerIt is my constant companion these days. It can easily be compared to the weather- mostly predictable, occasionally surprising and once in a while so staggering that one can do nothing more than succumb to it. Indeed, training is underway for the 2013 triathlon season, which means hunger abounds.<br />
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There is the obvious form of hunger, which causes one to dream about a plate of deliciousness that is sure to be the next meal. I often debate with my husband, Matt, about discerning between "tummy hunger" and "mouth hunger." There is a difference between truly needing sustenance and simply craving a certain flavor or texture in a absence of true hunger. Despite all of my adept explanations, my dear husband swears he still doesn't understand the distinction. This is obvious, as evidenced by the Hanzel-and-Gretel-esque trail of tortilla chips that crunch under my feet the morning after he has raided our cupboards late at night. *sigh*<br />
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But this time of year brings on another type of hunger as well... a hunger for competition. I find myself pushing a little harder to make that green light on my bike commute. The smack-talking picks up during the cribbage bouts with MFMG. I strive just a tick harder to complete my work before the five o'clock hour. This drive to be one step ahead of others...and myself...takes over on a daily basis.<br />
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Perhaps the best method of illustrating this concept is visually. In the following pictures you can see my older brother undergo each stage of hunger:<br />
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Now if you'll excuse me, I have a cribbage game to win. ;-)</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12972099393700947958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592684732994070282.post-64562917142689517102013-03-18T16:25:00.000-07:002013-03-18T16:26:02.979-07:00New beginningsMy first blog post comes from the cozy surroundings of my parents' living room in my hometown of Nezperce, ID. This is purely coincidental, yet fitting.<br />
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I lived in Nezperce for my first 18 years. I know every corner of the town. If ever there was ever a place to bring me comfort this would be it. Several of my schoolmates still live here, and welcome me back with open arms. Conversation rarely centers around triathlon. Rather, we reminisce about the mischief and laughs that consumed our days growing up here. As luck would have it, there was even an annual event this weekend, the Fireman's Ball, that provided the perfect setting for me to surround myself with people who have known me since before I could ride a bike.<br />
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Beginnings are usually a bit scary. No matter how much confidence or anticipation one has when embarking on a new adventure, these feelings are often accompanied by a dash of trepidation (at least for me). While I have years of triathlon experience under my belt, this will be my inaugural year racing in the elite field...which is a bit intimidating. I am also not a blogger, nor do I peruse many blogs regularly.To launch two very public feats simultaneously has managed to cloud my enthusiasm with an unfamiliar feeling: insecurity.<br />
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So how to deal with this? Whenever I find myself in a situation that brings up negative thoughts or feelings and self-doubt I seek familiarity and reassurance to soothe me while I tackle the looming challenge. Most often, I draw from positive past experiences, my optimistic attitude and those key people in my life who support me unconditionally.<br />
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This weekend home was the perfect opportunity to immerse myself in feel-good vibes that recharge my batteries and bring back that audacity that keeps life interesting. Old friends, a loving family, and down-home festivities have helped keep me grounded by bringing me back to my roots.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12972099393700947958noreply@blogger.com0