Osprey OWS Race Recap

Screen Shot 2013-04-15 at 8.04.30 AMI’m a smidge behind around here, so I’m trying to play catch up this week….

About 2 weeks ago, we had our 1st OWS even here on the Mississippi Coast. My husband has been over to Pensacola for the 5k/10k OWS they hold over there, but this was my 1st stand alone open water event.

Leading up to the day, I was so excited to just be swimming! No worries about biking or running!

My excitement dampened as the week progressed because we were inundated with rain and wind as a cold front blew through. We awoke to 47F outside with water temps somewhere around 69-70F.

Mother Nature was has certainly been laughing her ass off this year.

The race brochure stated the 1/4 mi and 1/2 mi swims would go BEFORE the 1 mile and so I had planned to swim with 1 of those groups as a warm up. I’m not really sure what happened, but at 8:00 it was announced that all 1 milers needed to get in the water and wade to the starting buoy….

Obviously we missed a key bit of info as my husband didn’t even have his swimsuit on, much less his wetsuit!

So off he runs (at least someone got a warm-up!) to change and off I go into the frigid muddy water known as the Mississippi Gulf.

My plan was to draft off my husband for the first few hundred yards. I figured by then he’d be at full speed and I wouldn’t be able to hang on to his feet any longer. I had to take what I could while the getting was good.

Well, its nice to have a plan and all….

I see the familiar black and green wetsuit running towards the beach, into the water, and to the starting buoy just as the horn fires. The familiar feet and toes are LONG gone before I can get through 2 pulls.

Oh well!

Now the thing about inaugural races is that there are always kinks to be worked out.

The thing about racing an inaugural event is that you, the racer, get to experience those kinks!

1 mile in the open water is a long way and a swimmer really needs to be able to sight well. Add a little chop, waves, and current to that mix and it becomes even more essential.

4 buoys over a 1 mile triangular course really wasn’t enough. 2 of those buoys were at the turn so there was a lot of swimming with nothing to guide you in any direction.

The lifeguards were not all that familiar with OWS events and 1 actually ran me over…..nothing major and I kept right on moving, but still….

And then there was just the very unique experience in and of itself. As a triathlete, I’m accustomed to a TON of folks in the water and I never realized how much I use those people for sighting. We had about 40 out there on this day and I felt like I was totally alone.

It was very different from what I’m accustomed to when swimming in the open water and while it didn’t bother me, I could see how it could be a bit unnerving if someone wasn’t very comfortable in the water.

All in all it was a great experience and fun day.

o66wqMy speedy husband got so lost he ended up swimming 1.45 miles instead of 1 and STILL did it in 28 minutes. He came away with 4th overall and 1st in his AG!

He really is part fish!

I only managed a mere 1.02 miles since I can follow directions a bit better and don’t get quite so lost, a-hem… :)

30:30 and 8th OA/3rd in my AG.

A huge improvement over the 39 minute 1mi OWS last year and with a hell of a lot less effort as well.

Nothing like seeing all that work in the pool paying off and it was the perfect confidence booster for Gulf Coast 70.3 the following week over in Panama City Beach…..

which meant another OWS in a much rougher, unprotected part of the Gulf of Mexico.

Ahhh, if I had only known then what I know now….

but that’s for next time

:)

Swim Happy, My Friends!

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Defining Satisfaction

Yesterday I’m talking to a friend, and fellow triathlete about our upcoming 5150 in New Orleans…

We’re chatting about the course, packet pick-up, how we’re sure we’ll get our asses kicked, and how hot it’s going to be by the time we make it onto the run course. All the usual pre-race stuff.

We start discussing and questioning our OWN training and abilities and the natural question arises…

“How in the hell does so-in-so or yoo-hoo over there swim/bike/run at that level?”

Hmmm????!!!

I’m amazed at individuals who train for hours on end, race weekend after weekend; putting up new PRs by 5, 10, sometimes 15 minutes or more.

Nothing slows them down. Not age, heat, humidity, fatigue, or injury.

Obviously I’ve been doing something VERY wrong!!

The conversation soon drifted to PED(performance enhancing drugs) use in AG athletes.

While the entire country and world, for that matter, is up Lance Armstrong’s ass here lately condemning him for what he has or has not done, it might be better to check the age grouper heading for the swim start.

Regional and national data shows PED use, among AG athletes, is pretty damn common. HgH and Testosterone being the 2 biggies.

Hell, you don’t need any fancy studies, just get on the internet and you’ll get your data right there.

I was disturbed….

Perturbed…..

I came home and talked to my husband and he patted me on the head….

“Silly girl thinking everyone plays by the rules!”

Yes, I live in denial.

As someone who refuses to take Motrin or Tylenol prior to workouts/races because I fear my kidneys and liver are already comprised by the shunting of blood to the harder working muscles (maybe a bit overboard, but I’m freaky that way…), I simply couldn’t believe someone would use a PED for a recreational sport.

Well, guess what…

It’s going on EVERYWHERE!!!

DISCLAIMER: not everyone who is fast, PRs, or even knocks 45 minutes off a previous race time is using PEDs… We know what assuming does!! ;)

That being said, I was dumbfounded by what I was being told….

If it’s a career, someones livelihood…..shit, even the Olympics I can at least wrap my head around WHY someone would do it, but to earn a plaque or a goodie bag…or to just to say they won, despite knowing it wasn’t legitimate….

In the past, I always maintained the opinion that the average AG athlete was smarter than that. That they were educated enough about the risks and were in it for the right reasons.

Pfft…

Last night, I asked Dr. Google his opinion and almost fell out of my chair.

Not only can the topic be found in forums everywhere, but there are magnitudes of athletes directly asking OTHER age groupers HOW to combine substances to make them not only effective, but undetectable.

NICE!

I don’t know about you, but if I’m gonna create a syringe full of juice and inject it into my ass, HOPING to not only be Superman, but to not DIE…A triathlete forum is probably not where I’m gonna go for advice on how to mix my dope.

But then that’s just me.

Personally, I don’t give a rats ass what anyone chooses to put in their body. It’s a free country and I’m certainly not going to try to convince anyone what to do or not do….aside from those who reside in my home and luckily THAT isn’t an issue.

What really annoys me though, is that I look at race results and compare myself to not only those in my age group, but the overall women’s field as well as the total group of men and women combined. I use that data not for self-validation, but as a measuring stick of my personal fitness/performance and to see where I fall on the proverbial bell-shaped curve. If the stats are correct and 10%+ use PEDs then the curve is jacked….

I equate it to if 10% of high school seniors had the answers to the SAT. How would that effect the rest of the kids and where they landed on the school’s bell curve?

I thought about that a lot last night.

As you can tell, I thought about it way too much.

See, I often wrestle with the issue of whether or not to enter a race in the Athena division. I’d almost always, if not always, place if I did so. I’m 5’8″ and weigh right at 150-153# with clothes.

Once I add in some carbs, salt-tabs, and I get myself amply hydrated…lets just say I’d never have a problem qualifying! My run splits reflect that weight and so while I’m middle to top 25% in my AG, I’ll never crank out a 7:00/mi for 1 mile, much less a full 10k or more.

So do I enter as an Athena to capture the podium? I haven’t done so yet, but last night I was as close as I’ve ever been.

For me, it’s never felt like the right thing to do. I’ve always maintained the belief that I just need to learn to run faster….or ride harder, swim smoother, and give up the massages in T1 and T2 to make up some time! I’ll get there one day!!

Winning can be defined in so many ways and each one of us has our own formula that we strive to achieve.

For me, it always comes back to 1 thing.

I don’t believe we can be in this game to let our ultimate happiness and peace of mind come from comparing ourselves to others. If we do, we’ll never find that happiness because we’ll never be satisfied.

And I may be naive, but I still feel that’s the REAL reason we all do this….

To end the day happy and satisfied with ourselves…pleased with the body of work we’ve done. Knowing we put in the blood, sweat and tears training and made it across the finish line to the best of our ability.

How the rest shakes out is just lagniappe.

Personal Satisfaction. How do you define yours?

Train Happy, My Friends!

Deal or No Deal

Every now and then the stars align and things just start working out in your favor.

As y’all know it’s been a little warm here lately and as we started packing up to head to Florida, for our last tri of the season, it didn’t appear there was any relief in sight.

Yesterday I was hot southern mess as I rode a short 23 miles or so, but looked as if I had been out there for hours. I started at 8am and it was already 88F with humidity touching 90%. 

I couldn’t breathe, my sunglasses were fogged from condensation, and I was having a really hard time understanding how we were touching on Oct 1st and it was still this miserable. 

So I did what every athlete does in desperate times such as this….

I began to bargain with the Triathlete Gods.

Deal or No Deal

If they would just cut me a break and make temperatures a bit more pleasant, for just this last race, I swore that I would Never Again

  • complain when I’m cold, in the morning, setting up my things in transition
  • doubt myself, my training, and my abilities
  • not question the jackass and his measurement skills when it comes to marking off the swim course
  • bitch about the long trek (in the sand, mud, weeds) up to T1
  • gripe about the gusting winds, rolling country hills, or draw-bridge climbs on the bike courses
  • be totally unsatisfied with my performance, especially the run

I swore that I would be a pillar of positivity if they would just cut me some slack….

 

Yes, you are looking at a predicted low of 54F the morning we suit up and hit the course.

This body has not felt 54 degrees since February/March.

I do believe a deal has been made!

Things are definitely lookin’ up!

Run Happy, My Friends!

 

Laughter IS The Best Medicine

Do you get bullied by your non-triathlete peers? Are you being told you’re “weird” for training as much as you do? Obsessed? Ridiculous? Maybe someone even says (out loud) that you are so lucky to have so little responsibilities thereby giving you all these “free” hours to put into working out.

I’m here to say, just bite your tounge and peddle off into the sunset. Do not let these naysayers get you down!

More times than not we need to be able to laugh at ourselves. Shrug off what others think, our own idiosyncracies and simply embrace who and what we are. It’s “ok”  if others don’t have the same level of commitment and are not willing to give up portions of their life for the sake of a few races throughout the year. It’s grueling, demanding and requires a ton of discipline, not to mention huge sacrifice. If it was easy, everyone would be doing it, right?

But the excitement, enjoyment and feeling of accomplishment make it all worthwhile. We are a pretty odd group and personally, I’m fine with that . Part of what makes this world such a fun place are the folks who are different!

Keeping that in mind, I found this list below…

Funny stuff, ENJOY!

5O WAYS TO IDENTIFY TRIATHLON OBSESSION   -BY SPENCE SMITH

 

50. You are over 30 and there is still someone in your life that you refer to as “coach”.
49. Your last bike cost more than your first car.
48. You have peed outdoors more times in the last year than you did in your first year of college.
47. You think of mowing the lawn as a form of cross-training.
46. You’ve worn a heart-rate monitor to bed.
45. And it wasn’t when you were sleeping.
44. You refer to the front hall of your house as the “transition area”.
43. When you get home from a training session at the pool, the newspaper is just being delivered to your house.
42. You have changed more flat tires this year than light bulbs.
41. The most frequently used software program on your computer is the one that keeps track of your workouts.
40. You have no idea why they call Cal Ripken Jr. “Iron Man” when, after all, he was a baseball player.
39. The first three items on your grocery list are Gatorade, power bars, and gels.
38. When you floss at night, it’s to get the bugs out of your teeth.
37. You refer to a watch with only a HR monitor as a “regular watch”.
36. When you see a drop of blood, your first reaction is that you spilled some red Gatorade.
35. You know how far you biked and ran last year to one-tenth of a kilometer.
34. You think the ultimate form of wallpaper is about 64 racing bibs.
33. A 19-year old kid who works in a bicycle shop knows more about you than your next-door neighbor.
32. Your children are more likely to recognize you if you put on your bicycle helmet.
31. You have a vanity license plate with the word “Kona” in it.
30. About half the shirts you own have at least a dozen logos on the back of them.
29. You don’t find the word “fartlek” in the least bit amusing.
28. When you refer to your “partner”, you mean neither your spouse nor the co-owner of your business but the person you run or bike with three times a week.
27. You shave your legs more often than your wife.
26. The closest you came to punching somebody was when they disagreed with your position on whether wearing a wetsuit amounts to cheating.
25. It doesn’t feel right that you can’t “clip “ in and out of the pedals in your car.
24. There is a group of people in your life about whom you are more likely to know how fast they can swim 100 meters than their surnames or occupations.
23. Some of the shorts you wear today are tighter than the ones you wore in high school.
22. You are frustrated with the latest Garmin Forerunner because its live readings have a margin of error of approximately three per cent.
21. There are two separate loads of laundry every week just for your workout clothes.
20. One of your goals this year is to be faster at getting out of your wetsuit.
19. You failed high school chemistry but you could teach a course on lactic acid.
18. All you want for Christmas is something called a carbon crank set.
17. You wore a digital watch to your wedding.
16. You have to have completely separate meals from your spouse.
15. Your bicycle is in your living room.
14. Your cookie jar is full of supplements.
13. In order to establish a new personal best, you considered peeing without getting off your bike.
12. One of your proudest moments is when you lost a toenail.
11. When a car follows too closely behind you, you accuse the driver of “drafting”.
10. When you went for a job interview, you wrote your social security number on your arm with a black marker.
9. Your spouse cried during Terms of Endearment; you cried during the television coverage of the Hawaii Ironman.
8. You are comfortable discussing the sensitivity of your nipples with other guys.
7. Your spouse is looking forward to the day when you will slow down and just run marathons.
6. You have paused in front of the mirror in your wetsuit and thought, “Hey, I look like Spiderman.”
5. You see no issue with talking about treatments for chafing or saddle rash at the dinner table.
4. You recently asked your spouse out for dinner by asking if he or she wanted to “fuel up” together.
3. For you, “bonking” no longer has a sexual connotation.
2. The magazine secretly tucked under your mattress has pictures of really expensive bicycles in it.
And the No. 1 sign you’re obsessed:
1. Most of this list doesn’t seem like a joke to you.

 

And then: 

 

Swim Happy, My Friends!

Pool Pass, Check

Tomorrow is definitely THE day…and this time I mean it.

My pool pass is paid up and ready to go… thank you AquadDoc. My suit is ready and oh-so flattering as always.  My goggles, swim cap, Pool-Mate watch, towel, shower caddy, change of clothes, and gum (1 thing you should know about me is that I NEVER workout without gum…anywhere, anyplace, anytime) are all packed and in my bag and ready to be put to good use.

Tomorrow, for the 1st time since last April, here is where you can find me

Why so long you ask??

I wish I had a good answer, but I don’t. I simply hang my head in triathlete shame. tsk tsk…shame on me.

Excuses??? Now those I can give you…

Between you and me, I can’t say I’ve been in a huge rush to jump into that freakin’ cold water. I do not care what AquaDoc, the lifeguards, swim coaches, or anyone else says, 77 degrees is cold… C-O-L-D, no way around it…its wetsuit legal for God’s sake!!!  

And those sport suits…really?? Man, they are more uncomfortable than they are hideous. I may just go old school and swim in a t-shirt…I’ll simply call it strength and conditioning day!

It’s also good to note that I swim on a limited attention span. See, I swam competitively growing up so I tend to be somewhat quick to lapse into Speedo burnout.

Don’t get me wrong, I still love the sport. I love everything about it. The smell of chlorine when I walk into the natatorium, the sight of the starting blocks and the time clocks against the wall. Even the bathrooms take me back to when I was a kid screwing around between events or after practice.

I had some great times swimming…..

Well, I’m not sure how great my times were, but I did have a lot fun and I have tons of great memories… most of those; however, do not involve the actual swimming of laps. Imagine that!

So, I’m not sure why I always have such a hard time dragging myself BACK to such a comfortable place. Maybe I’ll figure it out as I study that little black line tomorrow.

Cuz, I’m going…and this time ,I mean it!!!

Swim Happy, My Friends!

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