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Run Key West

As I alluded weeks ago, I went back down to Key West with the rest of Team Amazing Day to defend our title as lady olympic relay champs. Since I’m almost a month late to the party, I don’t think I’m spoiling anything by telling you that we did exactly that!

And the ever-impressive Amy even managed to take second in her age group, an arguably bigger feat, given how many people she had to beat.

For our part, we relayers only had to best 4 other teams–2 of which were the dreaded Team Drink and Tri…who actually turned out to be really nice once we talked to them.

But you want to hear about the run? Well, there’s a lot less to talk about there. While Beth went upstairs to shower, I waited in transition for Katie to come in from the bike. The wind was whipping (as I tried to warn her!), and everyone’s cyclist was posting slow-for-them times. But I’m pretty sure Katie was still the first female relay cyclist back into transition, so I grabbed her chip and headed out into that same headwind she’d just been battling.

I tried to run comfortably hard, my standard race starting pace, and I tried to keep an eye out for Wes on the bike. Amy passed and called out to me, and Wes came by not long behind her, looking pretty good for someone who’d only ridden 25 miles once before in his life. (I tried to warn him about the wind too, for the record.)

As I passed the first mile marker I was devastated to see an 8:36 on my watch. My effort level felt like a 7:36! But I still had 5 more of those awful miles to get through, so I tried not to worry about it. Or to spend too much time worrying that there would be an even-worse headwind on the way back. (That’s how Key West rolls.)

Luckily, I reached the turnaround to find that the wind disappeared. I didn’t feel a tail wind though, and now I could feel just how hot the sun was. At one point I told myself to pay attention to where I was running. The water and foliage were gorgeous, and I wanted to enjoy myself. But I had no idea where the competition was!

So I just kept going and going until I finally reached the beach. Yes, the last .2 were on the sand, which was a little cruel. Katie and Beth jumped in with me and immediately started to sprint ahead. “Come on!” they yelled as the caught up with the dude in front of me. “Urrrrggllleee,” I responded without speeding up. But finally we stepped onto some carpet, and I was able to chick the hell out of that guy. (Related: all day I wanted to apologize to everyone I passed, because I had it so much easier. At one point some lady did call after me to make sure I was a relay runner.)

That's how you win a relay, bitches!

Afterward we stuck around for the awards, got a little drunkenly salty when they held the relay results until after ALL the other results and then forgot to drink beers out of our victory glasses.

This year everyone got the memo about wearing their team shirt to the awards.

Then we all went out and had a drink with Chris McCormack.

Macca really sums up the organization and execution of this race here. At least it's in paradise and we win, amiright, Chris?

Happy New Year

So it looks like I’m ending 2010 as I started it–injured. I’m getting an MRI done tonight because my orthopedist thinks that nagging pain in my right leg is an ischial tuberosity stress fracture. Nice. I guess that would explain how utterly f-ed up my leg was after the marathon and why a few weeks of rest didn’t help. He told me it takes THREE MONTHS to heal from one of those, but the marathon was two months ago, and while I wasn’t completely resting, I think I’m on my way. Mostly I’ll be relieved to finally know that something is wrong, that I haven’t just been feeling stupidly sore for nothing.

I’ll keep you posted on the injury status, but for now, here’s my year in pictures, an idea I ripped off from my bloggy twin, the other Liz.

Started the year in California! Ran part of the Carlsbad Half Marathon, because I was just getting over a strained calf.

In February, we got a ridiculous amount of snow. I went out to return a library book and win some socks from Pacers.

And I hit the bloggy big time by proclaiming my love for this ad.

(My new goal is to be healthy and ready to run this again this year!)

 

In March we had a lovely CAR dinner the night before the worst race of my life. (Not connected.)

In April I did some hiking (and packed on some pounds).

And I found the other love of my life (after Wes and running).

Oh, and don't forget the relay. April was a busy month.

In May I turned another year older, learned how to open water swim, and got serious about training again.

In June I met Mason Jennings! (That's not me in the picture.)

And I did my first triathlon. Without drowning!

In July I started taking ice baths. Brrrrrrrrrrr. I topped out at 40 pounds per bath.

In August I went to Oregon! Here are some pics I never posted...

wine tasting

Portland is the city of bridges.

In Seattle, I spied Kara Goucher across the street from my hotel!

Apparently I did nothing in September, but in October I went on some gorgeous runs in southern Virginia and North Carolina.

And I barely finished a marathon...possibly with a broken hip!

In November, I went to watch the NYC marathon and ran some of the course...but I don't have any pictures of that. In December, I came to terms with my new sport 😉

Happy New Year!

Kayak Key West

Sorry I didn’t write anymore about Key West yesterday. I was too busy trying to do some work and then rocking out at the concert of the year. Seriously, the Skillets tore it up last night. I can’t wait for their new album!

Anyway, the rest of Key West was pretty laid back compared to the excitement of the tri. The highlight for me was kayaking for the first time! I joined Amy, who was born with a paddle in her hand; Beth, kayaker extraordinaire; and Wes, who also somehow had been kayaking many times. We had free rentals from the tri, so there was no better time for me to try (haha!).

Turns out 100 push ups may not be the best prep for kayaking, because, well, I need to pull to kayak well. Even though I spent much of the time paddling frantically to catch up and flinging water all over myself, I had a great time. And I can’t wait to try it again here–in August.

Safety first!

Let’s be honest, there’s no way that vest was going to stay on me if I fell in the water.

That night we got on a plane and came home, and I’ve been freezing ever since.

Good luck to everyone running Jingle All the Way tomorrow! I’ll be out there in my CAR gear and Santa hat! Come back next week for a race report and some big news!

Bike Key West

So, as most of you already know, I spent the last weekend in Key West to participate in the first-ever Key West Triathlon. Amy, Katie, and I entered the Olympic relay as Team Run This Amazing Day, and we totally dominated…the other two teams in the division. (Beth dominated considerably more people to come in second in her age group in her first-ever tri!)

If you’ve read Amy, Katie, or Beth’s blog already, you know most of the story. After some mighty-fine finagling, Beth scored a gorgeous bike for me to race on.

She looks like Carmela Sherbert!

After Katie’s rock-star-like swim, in which she tamed the murky waters and seaweed of the Gulf of Mexico, I took off on my bike. I started about two minutes after our competition. They were apparently all friends, because they seemed determined to stick together. At first I was nervous, because they both had really nice bikes with aerobars. I was afraid I’d underestimated them, and that I wouldn’t be able to keep up with my projected 1:40 time for 25 miles. But as the women walked their bikes down to the mount line, I noticed that they didn’t seem that comfortable walking them. And that one of them had a water bottle tucked into her jersey.

Then I saw Katie coming, and I readied myself to begin the chase. Katie came up and handed off the timing chip–she was nice enough to put it on my ankle, because I was stupidly holding the bike and had taken my own, fresh hands out of commission. Thanks, Katie! Anyway, I ran down from the parking-garage transition area and mounted up and took off.

Nice belly.

I frantically tried to start my Garmin as I took off and realized I was still in run mode. Oh well. My first mile was about 3:31, but then I dipped down below 3 for the next 2 or 3. I had no idea I was riding a false-flat downhill. So young, so naive.

Anyway, 25 miles ranks up there as one of the longest rides I’ve ever done. I think I’ve only ridden longer than that 2 or 3 other times. In other words, it was hard. The unfamiliar saddle started to chafe my poor little bottom, and the wind was just non-stop and in my face the entire time. At one point I made a U-turn, relieved to be finally out of the headwind only to find that the headwind was worse going the opposite way. That’s only possible in the Keys, people. And on the Mount Vernon trail.

Anyway, I passed the competition at the first turnaround point. After that the course got a little confusing. There was a secret loop that we Olympic-distancers had to complete. It was pretty out of the way and quiet, and no one would ever know if you, say, didn’t actually do it. But I did it and headed back up to the turn-around point again, excited to see how much time I had put on the other relay riders. But the next time I saw them, there was only one. I figured she had just dropped the less-experienced cyclist. But then, a mile or so later, I saw the woman with the water bottle stopped on the side of the road, facing my way. There’s absolutely no way I lapped her. I can only assume that she was waiting for her friend, after presumably, leaving off a good 6 miles from her ride. Because about 10 minutes after I got to the transition, they came in together.

So, yes, I’m accusing the one of the three teams that participated in a race that was giving away prizes for first, second, and third place of cheating. We decided not to say anything, because I couldn’t figure out how to say, “I know we won by 15 minutes, but that lady who has never done a race before (we checked) cheated” without sounding like a sore winner. It was a bit infuriating to hear the six women argue that they had tied for second place, but again, there’s nothing we could say. I’d like to give them the benefit of the doubt, say that the woman who cheated had been talked into doing something she wasn’t prepared for by her more athletic friends and that once they saw I was so far ahead of them, they knew it really didn’t matter. Surely they wouldn’t have taken first and second in that manner, right? But at the same time, 25 miles was hard on me! I wasn’t properly trained, and I even tweaked my good hamstring! If you’re going to sign up for a race, then f-ing do the race, Team Drink and Tri!

Anyway, rant over. We finished.

We won.

Here's an exclusive photo, just for Chasing Consciousness 😉

And then we drank some margaritas that nearly killed me. Ok, I drank one margarita. Mine tried to save me from myself by spontaneously breaking, but the guys at the restaurant brought me another, so I finished a lot of that one, and then regaled everyone with tales about exactly how sore my crotch was (very).

With that mental picture, I’ll sign off now. Oh, wait, for the record, it only took me 1:20:57 to do 25 miles. Luckily Katie told Amy to expect me sooner than my projected 1:40.

Three Things Thursday: Back at It

1. Today I went on what I consider to be my first training run for the next marathon cycle. Even though I don’t think I’m going to run it to my full potential, I’d still like to do the Eugene Marathon May 1 to “practice” running marathons. That being said, my run this morning was rough. I went with some of my favorite partners, and we did 3 miles at about 9:30 pace, but that pace was challenging, and I was huffing and puffing–and hurting–the whole way. Something tells me I shouldn’t have gone for a run 12 hours after my chiro worked over my entire upper right leg with the dreaded Graston. (I had banned Graston from my treatment plan, but desperate times call for desperate measures.)

2. I’ve joined DC Tri in the USA Triathlon National Club Challenge something something! It’s like all the contests bloggers have, except you only get points for swimming, biking, and running. And each month has a different focus: December is swim, January is bike, and February is run. I’m going to try to take advantage of the swim incentive and get my butt in the pool almost every day. And I need to start swimming less-embarrassing amounts of yardage. 800 meters isn’t going to win me any prizes.

3. Today I’m having a root canal, but tomorrow I leave for Key West!