Perspective

Reading Coach Mark’s recent article on taking our sport too seriously got me thinking about an interview with an elite age group triathlete that I listened to recently. This athlete came into the sport just looking to lose weight and get fit after having a baby. However, it didn’t take long for her to realize that she had quite a gift for the sport. She was experiencing a tremendous amount of success without much direction and guidance and that was only escalated when she decided to hire a coach.

She trained and raced under that coach for four years, topping her age group in most of her races and qualifying for Kona for the last three years, with her best finish there being 10^th in her age group. She described herself as a perfect fit with her coach, believing in and fully committing to his coaching philosophies.

After he left the sport about a little over a year ago, however, she was forced to find someone new. She began training with this new coach and realized she just didn’t agree or mesh well with his philosophies and the way he coached. She stuck it out with him for close to a year and was just miserable and ultimately ended up unmotivated and not enjoying the sport at all.

She has since moved on and is doing much better, but one of the biggest lessons she talked about from having gone through all this is her perspective on the sport. One thing she mentioned that struck me was that you shouldn’t be putting into the sport what you are not willing to give up. In other words, is the time that you are putting into training bringing you the same happiness and enjoyment that other things that you could fill that time with would bring you. It is a focus on the process rather than the outcome.

For the majority of us, we are not out there making money in triathlon, we are in it for the challenge and fun of it. However, if you are not experiencing that enjoyment, it’s something that you really need to take a step back and evaluate. If you can focus on the process and enjoying the journey leading up to your races, then it takes all of the pressure off of you come race day. Of course you will still have goals that you would like to accomplish in your races, but in cases where you have a bad day and don’t meet those, you won’t be devastated, rushing home and listing your bike on Ebay. And on those days when you do meet the goals that you set out, that will just be the “cherry on top.”

All of us came into this sport looking for something fun to do, but some of us have gotten distracted and started taking triathlon and ourselves a little too serious. I challenge you to go out and have some fun this week. Ride a new route, meet up with a new group, or sign up for a race with a friend, whatever you do, just go out and enjoy the sport.

Pensacola Beach Tri

About a week ago, I had some spare time and was looking around on the tri calendar to see what was coming up when I came across the Pensacola Beach Tri occuring the next weekend in my own backyard. I had heard of the race but never really looked into it or really considered doing it. I mentioned to my parents that I might jump in and they were interested, so we all three signed up. I changed my training for the upcoming week, a little but not much, even doing some hard sessions early in the week. With it being a short race and a last minute decision, I planned on just training through it.

Race morning I was up around 5 to get ready for the 7am start time. It was so nice to be able to race locally, sleep in my own bed the night before, and not have to worry about navigating around a strange city. We packed up and got over to the beach by 6:15. It was open racking and most people had racked their bikes by then, but I was still able to find a decent spot right next to the swim in/bike in area. I found my parents in transition, talked to some other friends who were racing, and then headed across the street to the water.



The swim was wetsuit legal, but with it being such a short swim (300yd) I don't think I saw anyone wearing one. Not to mention the water temp must have been right on the border because it really wasn't that bad, warmer than I expected. We started in the water and swam an L-shaped course. All but three of the women, who were in the elite wave right befor ours, were in the same wave. When it was our turn, we lined up and got ready to go. I could not hear the PA system and I was fidgeting with my watch when all of a sudden without warning I heard the horn sound, we were off. About 25 yards into it, one of the ladies next to me hit me in the face and knocked my goggles off, but luckily the water was only waist-deep so I was able to stand, fix them, and continue on. The swim seemed to be over just as quickly as it had started, which not being a swimmer, I was totally fine with.

After the swim, we had to run across the street and into transition where I promptly snapped my helmet on, grabbed my glasses, and headed out on the bike. The good thing about riding out on the beach is that it is completely flat, the bad thing about it is that it is completely flat. It's fast, but you don't get a chance to recover on downhills or change your position when climbing. That fact didn't really come into play in this race since it was only 10 miles, but something to keep in mind for longer races you may do on flat courses. I passed the women who had beaten me in the swim early on and I was left chasing the three women who had started one minute before me in the elite wave. I passed one of the girls, Amber who also had a great race, right after the turnaround and was able to begin to reel Amy who was in second towards the end of the ride, but was never able to catch her.




Amy left T2 probably about 15 seconds ahead of me. I had seen the 1st place girl heading out on the run when I was coming into transition. She looked strong and I figured she most likely out of reach. I would be battling Amy for 2nd so long as we could hold off everyone behind us. Amy gained about 40 seconds on me over the course of the run and even with having a one minute head start over me, I knew it was close but was fairly certain she had beaten me. I was happy with third overall knowing I had raced my race and hadn't had much more to give. While I was chatting with friends and waiting to cheer on my parents as they finished, Amy came over and told me that I had beaten her by 4 seconds and gotten 2nd. I was excited, but also wished that we had started together knowing it would have been fun to have raced head to head with her with us being that close. Who knows how it would've ended up.

Overall, it was a fun race and a great way to spend a Saturday morning. The only part I was disappointed about about was that my niece and nephews, and sister didn't get to come watch because one of my nephews wasn't feeling good. We made up for it later though as me and Matt got to take them to a great festival where they had a blast.

In the Wake of Tragedy

     Running has always been a safe place for me, a way for me to relax, blow off steam, or just get lost in thought. I love the peacefulness of it and just being out in God’s creation. This week though that safe place was broken into and violated. Though I was not in Boston when the bombs went off, I still feel the effects. The images of runners and spectators laying on the ground in a bloody mess are burned in my mind. I am trying to wrap my mind around what it must’ve been like to in one instant experiencing the euphoria of crossing the finish line of a marathon, let alone the Boston marathon, and then in the next experiencing the chaos and terror of two explosions. 

       Three people dead and over 100 injured a senseless tragedy that will not soon be forgotten.  The people of Boston and those impacted by this will long be in our thoughts and prayers.  The pain runs deep, but there is a silver lining. Just as we saw a surge of patriotism in the days following the attacks of September 11^th, we have again seen people band together and reach out to help. As one person wrote, "there was one person who did bad, but thousands who we saw doing good."  There was a spreadsheet that began circulating hours after the blasts happened in which displaced runners could connect with local residents offering a place for them to stay. There are countless stories of those who helped the injured such as the stranger who carried a young girl who was severely maimed five blocks to safety or the countless people who heard the blasts and instead of running to safety, ran into harm's way so they could help whoever possible. The New York Yankees (Boston’s biggest rivals) even showed their support by playing one of Boston’s signature songs during a break in their game.

      What happened this past Monday was something we would never have expected to see and hope to never see again, but as with any crisis, it will not tear us apart, but only make us stronger. Some people may think twice before entering some of the bigger races, but I think for the most part, more people will be inspired to join the running community than will be turned away.  As for me, I plan to continue to enjoy my morning runs for as long as possible though maybe now a little more grateful and not taking them as much for granted.

Double Oaks Duathlon

This past Saturday I competed in the Double Oaks Duathlon at Oak Mountain State Park in Birmingham, AL. Believe it or not, it was my first time doing a duathlon (other than one triathlon where the swim was cancelled and turned into a short run). I was excited about doing it, but didn't think it would be too bad, after all it was a pretty short race, a 5k run, followed by a 20k bike, and then finishing with a 2.5k run, but I could have never been more mistaken. One thing I was a little nervous about going into it was I have been having some issues with some tightness in my peroneals and anterior tibialis muscles, but after a couple of appointments this past week with Dr. Jacobs in Gulf Breeze, I had no issues during the race.

Friday afternoon, me and mom drove from Pensacola over to Birmingham to check in and pick up our packets.  I had never been to Oak Mountain before, but as soon as we entered the park I knew it was going to be a great venue.  It is a beautiful area, it has miles and miles of trails, a big lake, and is just a peaceful place to be.  They hold a ton of races there from 5ks to triathlons to even a 50k race and if you ever have a chance to participate in one I would highly recommend it. After checking in we took a trip over to Whole Foods, a must when we visit a city that has one, and then went to grab a bite to eat. Once at our hotel, we did the last minute check over our bikes and applied our Tri Tats (race numbers).

After an off and on night of sleep, we got up and headed over to the race site. It was another cold morning, I think it was around 41degrees when we arrived, so I was just happy we weren't jumping into the nearby lake to swim. The race didn't start until 8am and once the sun came up it started warming up and conditions were just about perfect.

Never having even been there before, I really didn't know what to expect as far as the course. The gun went off to start and I started hard, knowing that it was "just a 5k." However, after the first hill which was about 200 yards into the run, I realized I may want to back off a little or it was going to be a long day.  That hill was definitely telling of what was to come.  The first two miles of the run was on a hilly paved trail through the woods and the last mile was on a snaking, single track mountain bike trail.  The mountain bike trail was very windy, the race director referred to it as "Mr Toad's wild adventure" and I was having a hard time because by then I was catching up to the guys who had started in the wave before us who did not want to let me pass. I know I lost some time on the trail and ended up running a little over 23:00, a little slow for me, but I figured I was in about 5th place with one girl chasing not far behind.

Mom coming off the bike

Once onto the bike, it didn't take long to realize it was going to be much like the run...hilly. One of the worst hills had to be close to a mile long. Every time I came around a corner, I expected to be at the top, but it just kept going up. Less than a mile into it, I was able to pass one of the girls that had beaten me on the run to move into 4th. I knew I was going to have to ride hard if I had any chance of seeing the other girls again. The bike course was out and back and the only complaint I had about it was that the roads were open and there were quite a few cars at the beginning which created a few potentially dangerous situations with us having to ride around them.

Starting the second run

I was passed by one girl right before the turn around, but was able to keep her in sight and not fall too far behind. Then with about three miles to go we were both able to pass the girl who had been in first after the 5k. Coming into T2 I was in 4th place, but not far behind the girl that had passed me on the bike who I figured I could catch since I had beat her on the first run.  I was excited to get off the bike and was ready to get after the last run, after all it was less than two miles. I was not prepared for how my legs would feel. I don't know if it was the hills or starting with a 5k run versus a swim or a combination of the two, but my legs just felt gassed. After about a quarter of a mile I was able to get in a little bit of a rhythm and started working on reeling in the girl who was in front of me. About half way though the run I caught her and was able to find a spot on the narrow trail to sling-shot around her. I knew I had to stay strong though so as not to give her the hope of passing me back up. We got on the paved trail for the last half mile which I was so glad about, but I couldn't wait to see the finish line. I kicked as much as I could over the last quarter mile and was able to finish about 15 or 20 seconds ahead her.

Mom coming down the final hill

I wasn't sure, but thought I had finished in 3rd maybe 4th if I had missed someone, but was excited when I saw the results and was listed as the 2nd place female finisher. I was a little confused though not knowing how I passed the 2nd place girl without realizing it, but after looking at the results a little more closely, I noticed that she had gotten a two minute penalty on the bike. So while she had technically beat me, once the penalty was applied, I bested her by a whopping six seconds.

Top three women

When I was through with my race, I barely had enough time to grab my camera and get some pics of my mom as she came in on the bike and started the second run. She had a great race too, tackling those hills like a champ.

Brushing Off the Cobwebs

Wow, I just noticed that I haven't posted since August, so I guess I can say I'm "brushing off cobwebs" in more ways than one. The other cobwebs I'm starting to brush off are getting back into racing again. Last year was a tough year for me. It started with a high note of running a PR at the Houston Marathon, but then quickly went downhill from there. I was diagnosed with a calcaneus stress fracture in the beginning of February which kept me from running through the end of March. Then, just as I was getting back into it, I ended up with an entrapped nerve in my calf in mid-July. After going through just about every treatment you can think of, and not seeing a whole lot of improvement, the doctor scheduled me for a nerve release surgery. Thankfully though, right before I was supposed to have the surgery, I started seeing a little bit of improvement and decided to push back the surgery to see if it would heal on its own. It did, i was able to avoid surgery, and started running again at the end of November.  So, all in all I was able to run for about 4 of the 12 months last year. Not fun! I learned a lot through the difficult experience, but it's something I would not want to go through again.

This weekend I race in my season opening race, the Red Hills Triathlon in Tallahassee, FL.  This was the third year I've done the race and as always, it was a fantastically run race. Last year when i did this race it was actually the first time I had run since being diagnosed with my stress fracture.


On race morning, we woke up to some pretty cold temperatures. The air temp was in the low 40's and the water temp was in the low 60's...brrr! I was definitely not looking forward to plunging into that water, but at least it ensured that the swim would be wetsuit legal. I was in the fifth wave with all the women 39 and under. When the gun went off we all took off, running through the knee deep water, then diving in once it got a little deeper (didn't take long). When my face hit that cold water it was shocking, so much so, I had a hard time catching my breath. I started to freak out a little bit, but after I took  few strokes on my back, I was able to get under control.

The only bad thing about wetsuit swims is trying to get out of them in T1. After a brief struggle, I peeled it off and headed out on the bike course. Once on the bike, it doesn't take long to figure out why the race is called Red HILLS. The course is only sixteen miles long, but you get your full money's worth, it is tough! It's a beautiful area and on mostly quiet roads, but the hills are no joke. It was still pretty chilly, so I was more than happy to get off the bike and start running.

Upon arriving in T2, I realized that I could feel my feet or hands much at all which made it a little difficult to get my helmet off and my running shoes on. After fumbling through transition, I was off on the last leg. The run course is 5k and split between running on pavement and trail. My legs felt pretty good, the only problem was I couldn't feel my feet. I felt like I was running on wooden blocks until about 2.5 miles into the run when I started getting feeling back.



It was fun to be out there again competing with everyone and dusting some of those cobwebs off. I have alot of work yet to do, but I'm looking forward to the upcoming (hopefully injury free) season. One thing I am continuing to learn is even if I don't feel like I'm in the shape I'd like to be in and I'm not necessarily competing at the level I would like to, just being out there working hard and enjoying the sport is enough.

Olympic Lessons

The closing ceremony for the Olympics was last Sunday evening and I have to say, I was a little disappointed. Every two years, I spend about two weeks watching more television than I have probably watched in the previous entire year and these last two weeks were no exception. I love the anticipation and excitement leading up to the Olympics as we hold our Olympic trials and select our athletes and then nothing beats watching our athletes go head to head against the best in the world. It’s also a rare opportunity to get to know some of the fittest people in the world that otherwise you never hear about.

Here are a few of my favorite Olympic moments from this year: 1) Watching the women’s triathlon come down to a sprint to the finish line which required a photo to determine who crossed first 2) Watching Misty May-Treanor and Kerri Walsh win a third beach volleyball gold in their last match together 3) Watching the American women’s 4x 100m relay team smash the 27-year old world record 4) Watching Michael Phelps close out an incredible career and 5) Watching a young and unexpected Gabby Douglas win the all-around gymnastics gold medal.

Not only did I enjoy watching the Olympics, but I also learned a few good life lessons from some of the athletes: 1) Michael Phelps- when things don’t go your way, you have two choices to make: move on, learn from it, and use it as motivation or let it crush you. After not even medaling in his first event, he refocused and used it as motivation for the rest of the games and went on to win 4 gold and two silver medals and become the all-time record holder for Olympic medals. 2) Gabby Douglas- your past doesn’t have to predict your future. Gabby was raised by a single mom who at times struggled to even pay her mortgage. At 14 years old, she convinced her mom to let her move across the country to train under one of the top coaches. Little did she know that decision would lead to her becoming the first person of color to win the all-around gold medal. 3) Our marathon team- even the best of the best deal with injuries and setbacks in the biggest moments of their lives. We had six athletes (3 men and 3 women) travel to London to compete in the marathon for us. While they all made it to the start line, only half of them made it to the finish line. The other half dropped out at some point during the race because of injury/nagging pains they didn’t want to turn into an injury. 4)Oscar Pritorius- when you set your mind to it, you can overcome any obstacle. While I know that there is debate over whether he should have been allowed to compete or not, it’s still astounding to see what this double amputee has overcome. Not only did he have to compete against other able bodied athletes to even make it to the Olympics, but he also had to compete against the Olympic committee in getting permission to compete in the games. He had a dream and a goal and was willing to do whatever it took to see it come true. 

5) Sarah Attar- don’t worry about what others think, just go out and do your best.  The Saudi Arabian knew she had no chance of coming close to winning, but she did all that she could. She didn’t have access to near the amenities that the other athletes had, but she had a goal to compete at the Olympics and she did just that, breaking barriers and becoming the first female to compete in track for her country. 6) Meb Keflezighi- you’re never too old. Many people counted him out saying that at thirty-seven years old he was past his prime. He proved them wrong though, finishing just out of the medals in fourth place. 7) Missy Franklin- as important as competing well is, you have to have fun too. This girl always had a smile on her face and you could see the excitement on her face just to be able to have the experience of the Olympics. Yes, she was a fierce competitor and brought home plenty of hardware to prove it, but at the same time she was able to relish in and enjoy the experience of being an Olympian.

We got to see some incredible athletes accomplish astounding feats, but I’ve realized that oftentimes we aren’t drawn to an athlete only because of what they can do athletically. We are inspired when we see the obstacles that they have overcome and the strength that they have gleaned from those circumstances. You know what they say: “What doesn’t kill us, makes us stronger.”

Chattanooga Tri- From a Different Perspective

About a week ago, I competed in the Chattanooga Waterfront Tri.  I had done this race twice before (2009 and 2010) and really enjoyed it, so I was excited to be able to do it again. I know I have wrote numerous times about my awesome support team that I have including Matt, my husband, and my parents who all traveled up for the race as well.  Probably the most exciting part of the weekend was that my parents were not only there to support me, but were there as participants with the goal of finishing their first Olympic distance race.

Getting ready to go

My mom has wanted to tackle this distance for awhile and so a few months ago when I was talking about doing the race, she bit the bullet, signed up, and realized there was no turning back. While she had a few setbacks and minor injuries during her training, she showed up a little nervous, but ready to tackle the challenge.
My dad initially had signed up to do a relay with Matt where he was going to do the swim (if he felt up to it) and the bike and Matt was going to do the run, mainly because my dad hadn't run more than 5 times in the past 8 months due to a foot injury.  My dad has always struggled with swimming and not too long ago couldn't swim more than 50 yards without stopping, but after really focusing on it and taking some lessons, he has really improved and felt like he was up for the challenge. Going into the race, he had half-jokingly mentioned that he might just do the run if he felt good, but that's exactly what ended up happening.
I figured I've written enough about my races recently and I'd do something a little different this time, so I asked them a few questions so you could see things from their perspective. Here goes...

From my mom's view: My thoughts before the race:  nervous as usual---will I be able to do this??  Will l be able to finish?  Oddly enough, having a late start kind of calmed my nerves!  I kept telling myself that I had done the training and was ready for this.  Dustin, you are a great coach and give me confidence!

 So at 8:25 am I slid into the water and was told to get going!  Down the Tennessee River with about 1000 people in front of me ( I started at 1055 out of 1068 entrants!)  The swim was great.  I thoroughly enjoyed it and thought, wow, I can do this!  Got help out of the water and into transition on the bike.  OK----this is where things got challenging.  I have always been afraid of the bike.  Too much potential for injury!   Chattanooga bike course is not for sissies.  6 hills (mountain-like) each direction.  On top of that, I couldn't get my hydration bottle out of the holder, so was slowly dehydrating myself!  Still, my legs felt great and I was in a positive mood as I entered transition 2.  Took my time changing shoes, taking a Goo and setting off on the run.

 All of a sudden, everything fell apart.  I started seeing stars in front of my eyes and having tunnel vision.  I thought to myself, "should not have taken my blood pressure pill this morning"---something is wrong.  I set out on the run course determined to finish the race, but knowing that I was going to have to take it very easy!!  So I walked most of the 6 miles, with a few runs thrown in.  Now running is my strongest skill, so I thought this would be a piece of cake.  Not so in a triathlon.  Expect the unexpected!! My favorite part of the race was the swim and the finish!  To be able to complete an Olympic distance event is something I have wanted to do since watching my daughter, Dustin, complete the challenge.  It has given me the cofidence to even train for a 1/2 iron man race.  If I can do this, anyone can!!!  It's all about the training and having a good coach.  My thanks go to my lovely and smart daughter, Dustin---the best coach ever!!  


From my dad's view: Thoughts going into the race:
 - Concerned about the swim.  Knew that if I felt bad I would just go rest at the kayaks.  Swam close to the kayaks the whole time. - Was debating whether I would try to do the run or just let Matt do it.  I appreciated Matt making it easy for me to decide at the last minute.  Wanted to do the whole race but didn't want to do anything stupid and hurt myself since I had only run 6-7 times since September. Synopsis of my race: - Didn't feel good early in the swim.  Felt a bit of panic as I looked at how far I was trying to swim.  The bridges seemed a lonng way away and there was still farther to go! Decided to just swim from kayak to kayak.  After stopping at two kayaks I felt better and only stopped once more to get water out of my goggles.

Dad's in the pink cap

 - Didn't push on the bike since it was a long ride for me.   Found it interesting that my slowest speed going up hill was 6 mph and downhill was 32 mph.  Huge difference!  Enjoyed the ride except my backside was hurting by the end.

 - Decided to run but quickly realized my legs were pretty dead.  Just ran/walked as best as I could and tried to enjoy the course.  Passed Sue and realized she wasn't feeling well so stopped and waited for her.  She had a strong kick into the finish line and I had to push it to keep up with her. 


Best part: - Finishing the swim!  For somebody who couldn't swim 50 yards a couple of years ago without being out of breath it was a huge accomplishment for me. - Also pleased wiith how good my foot felt after doing so little running in the past 9 months. Worst part: - Having that feeling of panic early in the race.  Afterwards I thought its good to do something every once in awhile which scares the heck out of you.  It teaches you how to control your fear and still get the job done. Will I do it again: DUSTIN FIND ME A RACE!!!!!


As for me, I had an okay race. The swim and bike were good, but like many others, I just had nothing left for the run. The heat was brutal and having to be one of the last people to start because of a computer glitch only made it that much worse. It was a fun trip though and I can't tell you how proud I was to see my parents cross that finish line!!