tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35865821355099124072024-03-04T23:16:30.040-08:00Gears Are GoodIn a city full of fixies, one woman dares to be different...Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14250297880221368338noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586582135509912407.post-68735709516261183772013-02-07T19:47:00.003-08:002013-02-07T19:47:55.259-08:00Finally, shopping pays off! I have a thing about shoe stores, specifically discount shoe stores. I compulsively check them for anything interesting and finally, it's paid off. In spades.<br />
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I've been running in Newtons but I've had some pretty severe foot pain after a few miles, so when I put my foot into a pair of the Sketchers GoRunRide shoes I felt like my feet were in heaven.<br />
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They're the only shoes I've worn where I didn't need insoles - they're super comfy and when I went for a run in them, they felt great. Just enough padding and they're lightweight.<br />
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I know I'm supposed to use the Newtons, but I think I've found a new shoe. Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14250297880221368338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586582135509912407.post-47609779206452232752012-10-30T20:03:00.002-07:002012-10-30T20:03:57.513-07:00Radio silenceAbout five weeks ago, I sprained my hip.<br />
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I didn't even know that was possible.<br />
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It hurt so much it kept me up at night, but worse than that was that everything - absolutely everything - irritated it. Running? Out. Biking? Out. Swimming? Oh, you better believe that was out.<br />
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Guess I'm an exercise addict because within a week I became the sourest, angriest, most horrible person you can possibly imagine. I'd try to write a post and it would turn into the rant from that angry jerk that you try to back away from and escape.<br />
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So I took a bit of a break.<br />
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As of right now, my hip is still sprained, but it's better. I can run for short distances (about 40 minutes), but I still can't bike or swim, which sucks...<br />
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Sucks, I tell you. I'm spending a fortune in gas because I can't bike everywhere and I love to swim and not being able to do it makes me super sad.<br />
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Next week, the orthopedist is going to shoot it with some sort of steroid, which should help - especially since I'm now having horrible knee pain.<br />
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Can't imagine why.<br />
<br />Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14250297880221368338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586582135509912407.post-76538359255689103622012-09-28T09:49:00.000-07:002012-09-28T09:49:48.145-07:00New shoes! I've had trouble with my feet since, well, since I've had feet. I've got very narrow heels, high arches, and a wide forefoot so it's very, very rare that I get a properly fitting shoe on the first try. I normally have to take shoes back to the running store at least three times - it would be fine if the shoe companies didn't keep changing the damn things, but each time I go into the store, I have to start from scratch ("Oh, they don't make that model anymore? Well, what's similar?"), so I'm not very popular with some of the nice salespeople at the store near me. Apparently I'm high-maintenance, which I guess anyone could have guessed.<br />
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So a month or so ago, I took advantage of a combination of a Groupon and a wicked sale at a shoe store to pick up a pair of Sketchers Go Runs.<br />
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I initially grabbed them off the shelf because I really liked the deep turquoise color (which, of course, has been discontinued but they did keep that horrible lime green. WTF, Sketchers?), and when I tried them on they were very comfortable in the shoe store so I figured the worst that could happen was I wouldn't really like them and I'd be out a few bucks but could still wear them just to walk around - no returns on sale shoes at those warehouse stores.<br />
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I've gotten a few runs on them, and there are things I like about them and things I don't like about them.<br />
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I'm a mid-strike runner, so the padding on the center of the foot is perfect for me. They also don't irritate the neuroma in my right foot the way my Newtons do. They've got a slight heel drop, which is much more comfortable for my Achilles tendons (which still have a tendency to stiffen up).<br />
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But - for runs of much longer than about three miles, they just don't offer enough support. Saturday, I did my long run (about 10 miles) in them and the balls of my feet and knees hurt for about three days.<br />
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I think I'm going to stick with them for the shorter runs, and wear the Newtons for the longer runs. The Newtons have much more support, but they irritate the hell of of that neuroma, and I can't seem to resolve it with lacing. Oh, well.<br />
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This weekend is the dreaded "Carmageddon" - the 405 freeway will be closed and in a display of stunningly poor timing, the Los Angeles Triathlon is Sunday. I'm not participating, but have a friend who's doing it, so I may bike down and see them off.<br />
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But I'm not driving!Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14250297880221368338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586582135509912407.post-27264009862271464312012-09-20T13:40:00.001-07:002012-09-20T13:46:49.477-07:00Sleep is for the Weak: Nautica Malibu Classic race reportI do have to confess to having had a 'phone it in' attitude towards the Classic. I'd signed up with a bunch of good friends, and hadn't really been thinking of it as anything other than an opportunity to hang out with some folks I don't get to see very often and have some fun.<br />
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So, I hadn't really done any training for it. I've been doing some biking (mainly on the commuter), some running and some swimming (twice a week at Masters swim), but not really with any race focus.<br />
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So the night before, a very good friend of mine invited me to a fancy fundraiser dinner party at <a href="http://besohollywood.com/" target="_blank">Beso</a> in Hollywood. Free food at an amazing restaurant? A night on the town with good friends? How was I supposed to say no?<br />
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I shot up to the site Saturday to pick up my race packet and say hello to a friend who was working the Cliff Bar booth, and ended up getting a cheap haircut. The Sassoon Academy were giving $15 haircuts to benefit the <a href="http://www.challengedathletes.org/" target="_blank">Challenged Athletes Foundation</a>, which is a wonderful charity and since I needed a haircut anyways, why not? <br />
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I was more afraid of getting busted cheating on my regular hairdresser than I was about getting a cheap haircut. Hair grows back but angry jilted hairdresser lasts forever.<br />
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I fought the traffic back home got dressed and then off I went, $15 haircut and all, and I have to say I had a fantastic time. The food was amazing, the company was wonderful and the lack of sleep was completely and utterly worth it. I got home around 11 pm. <br />
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Except that I kind of overslept and showed up at Zuma beach about five minutes before they closed the transition area, so I couldn't really get set up. I just dumped my crap on a rack and figured that I'd have a slow transition, which isn't really anything new, now is it?<br />
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During the pre-race meeting, there were five foot waves coming in and since I've had some issues getting through the surf, I got really mentally rattled. I couldn't shake it and ended up not doing the swim, which is a shame since it's the leg that I'm best at, but I stand by my choice since the lifeguards were dragging people out of the water, and I wasn't the only one who opted to walk the beach instead. <br />
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Of course, T1 was something like 12 minutes as I dug through my bag looking for the stuff I would have had laid out had I gotten up sooner, but probably not that much shorter. Also, I was still in 'don't care' mode. I was chatting with friends, taking my time walking around, etc..<br />
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The bike seemed.. short. Super short. Like just getting warmed up short. I guess at 18 miles, it would qualify as a warmup giving the distances I've been biking lately.<br />
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18 mile Bike: 1:02<br />
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The bike course was nice, but it's always nice, it's PCH. There were a lot of folks out there who didn't have a good idea of bike etiquette - not moving over, zig zagging without warning, stopping suddenly, etc..<br />
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I suppose I'm just glad I didn't crash and that I had fun. I saw a lot of friends, said hello, and had a good ride.<br />
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T2: 5:24<br />
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Again, no surprise there. I took a moment and stretched out my hamstrings before I started the run, and then I saw a friend and we chatted briefly as I was putting on my shoes.<br />
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4 mile run: 39:59<br />
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I think, no, I know that this is the single best run I've ever had in a race. EVER. I averaged a 9:59 mile, and according to the tracking program on my phone (which I had in my back pocket) I did mile 1 in 10:16, mile 2 in 10:08, mile 3 in 9:54 and mile 4 in 9:15. <br />
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This was the first time I've ever been able to pick a runner and pass them. I kept up a steady pace (although it felt much slower - I'd have guessed I was running a low 11) and felt really good the entire run.<br />
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I even had enough gas in the tank to pick it up just as I got to the finish line. <br />
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Total time: 2:22:34<br />
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Still in the bottom half of my age group, but I'm so pleased with that run I don't care.<br />
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After the race, I hung out for a bit, jumped in the ocean (of course, the heavy surf died down right after the swim) to cool off, got some food from one of the trucks (fish tacos and coffee. What could possibly go wrong?), and then headed home.<br />
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After spending an hour in traffic on PCH, I stopped by the gym with the idea of just getting a kickboard and loosening up my legs a bit - lucky for me, the pool heater was malfunctioning and the pool was 95 degrees. It was like a bath. Felt gross, but good for the muscles.<br />
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Between the lack of sleep the night before, the being tired and the hot pool, I think I went to bed about 8 pm, and surprisingly, wasn't sore at all the next day.<br />
<br />Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14250297880221368338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586582135509912407.post-13620104946615168452012-09-11T09:06:00.000-07:002012-09-11T09:06:43.345-07:00The squeezy shortsBesides being slow, the main problem I've had with running is my hamstrings and IT bands tightening. I can foam roll all I want, stop and stretch all I want, and nothing seems to help. Hell, I've even tried that weird-looking tape stuff. No help. <br />
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So, I figured that I'd try compression shorts, which a good friend swears are the best thing she's ever worn while running.<br />
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A few clicks on the Internet and I became the proud owner of some <a href="http://cw-x.com/Default.aspx" target="_blank">CW-X</a> 'conditioning shorts'. The description stated that they were for running, but according to the manufacturer's site, they're for recovery, so I'm confused.<br />
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First thing, they're incredibly uncomfortable, which I guess isn't a surprise given that they're compression shorts. As soon as I got them on, I had to pee - but since it took a lot of hilarious gyrating to get into them, I opted to just hold it for the duration of my 40 minute run.<br />
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They also gave me horrible camel toe. No, I'm not kidding. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to run with 10 yards of Lycra up in my lady business, but the having to pee thing totally took my mind off it.<br />
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Actually, the wedgie wasn't all that bad once I started moving bu what you can't see is that the way the shorts dissipate sweat it looks like I pee'd myself. Or maybe I did - I don't know, everything was kind of jammed up down there. <br />
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Also, it was hard to breathe because of the compression over the lower abs - since I breathe out of the bottoms of my lungs, not the top it was very noticeable, especially when I was running up a slight hill and got a bit winded. <br />
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I did feel some support from the shorts, but not on the outside of the leg where I really need it. My glutes felt really good, though. <br />
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I think I'm going to stick with my lightweight shorts for now, as it's still hot and maybe give these a try again when it's cooler. Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14250297880221368338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586582135509912407.post-44540276284538256862012-09-01T14:25:00.003-07:002012-09-01T14:25:42.265-07:00Guess that's a hint, then. This morning, I decided to be industrious, so I hopped on Gary and headed out to do hill repeats. Four blocks from the house, my front tire went flat.<br />
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I walked back to the house, figuring I'd use the floor pump instead of a $3 Co2 cartridge. That's when the tire itself decided to act up. It's not dry rotted, it's not split, there's nothing wrong with it other than it just will NOT come off the rim.<br />
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I'm normally really good at changing bike tires. I can whip those suckers off in record time, but this morning I couldn't get the tire over the lip of the rim no matter what I did.<br />
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After about , I just gave up and figured I'd try it another time, so instead of some leg-burning hill repeats I ran errands on the commuter instead - which is when I noticed that the commuter needs new brake pads.<br />
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It needs a tune-up too, so I guess I'm bike-store bound. Maybe I'll bring Gary's front wheel in and see if the mechanic there has better luck. <br />
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<br />Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14250297880221368338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586582135509912407.post-29377916701868412422012-08-28T14:52:00.001-07:002012-08-28T14:52:10.357-07:00Today, the sun works for me! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's gotten hot again in Los Angeles, as I found out yesterday when I rode from my house to the garden plot in West Hollywood. Coming back around 1 pm, I really felt the heat.<br />
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Today was laundry day, so I broke out the clothesline and used the heat to my advantage. Even the jeans were dry in under four hours!<br />
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I've recently been using the recipe on <a href="http://beingcreativetokeepmysanity.blogspot.com/2010/11/homemade-laundry-soap.html#comments" target="_blank">this blog</a> to make my own laundry detergent. The commercial stuff's gotten so expensive that I finally snapped and refused to buy it anymore.<br />
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The home made stuff works well, and combined with air drying makes the clothes smell really good (but not perfumey), and for some reason they're less stiff when air dried with the home-made stuff. <br />
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<br />Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14250297880221368338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586582135509912407.post-76490396765171094082012-08-23T19:57:00.002-07:002012-08-23T19:57:53.515-07:00Finally, I can think again. It's been hot. Not seasonally hot for Los Angeles, but much too hot and much too humid.<br />
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One of the bad things about living near the beach is that none of the apartments have air-conditioning. The reasoning is that it never really gets hot at the beach, so you'll never need it.<br />
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Normally, this is true - even if it's hot during the day, it cools off at night, but for the past few weeks it's just been sweltering around the clock, meaning I've just not been able to gather my thoughts enough to do more than moan about the heat and take cold baths.<br />
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Thankfully, the heat's finally broken and it's once again beach weather - right now it's cloudy and overcast and I've never been happier!<br />
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I've not been doing much bike riding due to the heat (no, really, it's been too hot to ride), but I've got no excuse now! <br /><br />Also, gas has shot up to over $4 per gallon, so driving doesn't look all that attractive now, even with the car's air conditioner. Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14250297880221368338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586582135509912407.post-91410234943492662422012-08-08T10:16:00.002-07:002012-08-08T10:16:37.026-07:00I feel so left out!We've had two smallish (4+) earthquakes here in Los Angeles in the past 24 hours, and I didn't feel either of them.<br />
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I don't mind earthquakes (although I prefer them to not destroy the city like the 1994 quake did). I guess I'm just kind of used to them, but this many so quickly makes a bit nervous that we might have a big one - there's some thought that hot weather we're currently having brings on quakes. The 'Shake and Bake' effect, if you will.<br />
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I'm going to stock up on my emergency water, just in case, and then I'm taking the bike to the beach and staying there until it cools off! Like many folks who live near the beach, I don't have air conditioning so huddling in my living room watching Netflix isn't an option.<br />
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The advantage of riding the bike to the beach, is, of course, that I don't have to pay for parking. The disadvantage is riding home all sandy because I can never really get it all off in those beach showers, but it's better than sitting at home, slowly roasting. <br />
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<br />Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14250297880221368338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586582135509912407.post-86563323823783971932012-08-01T14:41:00.002-07:002012-08-01T14:41:51.062-07:00Food, drink, and non-biking stuffI'm now contributing at the <a href="http://tjaysyayornay.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">TJays Yay or Nay</a> blog - a place to write about everyone's favorite grocery store, Trader Joe's.<br />
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Come on over and watch me wax poetic about <a href="http://tjaysyayornay.blogspot.com/2012/08/trader-joes-smoked-paprika.html" target="_blank">paprika</a>! <br />
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<br />Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14250297880221368338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586582135509912407.post-59755710272356286532012-07-30T08:07:00.000-07:002012-07-30T08:07:32.315-07:00Back at it!After Vineman, I decided to give the working out a bit of a rest. I didn't bike (except to ride the commuter to yoga class), I didn't run and although I still went to swim, I didn't put forth much effort in the pool.<br />
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I also ate just about anything I could shove in my face.<br />
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It was a lovely vacation, but it must come to an end. I'm racing the <a href="http://www.nauticamalibutri.com/" target="_blank">Malibu</a> tri in September, the <a href="http://www.santamonica5000.com/" target="_blank">Santa Monica 5000</a> ( a 10k), in October, and then the <a href="http://www.131marathon.com/losangeles/" target="_blank">Los Angeles Half Marathon</a> in January. <br />
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All events are considerably closer to my house than Northern California!<br />
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I'm looking forward to seeing how I can do on just the half marathon (with no swim or bike beforehand!), also this gives me a training goal which will see me through the normally fatty-food filled holiday season ("No pie for me, thanks. I've got a race in three weeks"). <br />
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My run program officially started yesterday, and I'm really shocked at how much fitness I've lost in two weeks. Or maybe I'm not. There's been a lot of butter.<br />
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It'll come back - I'm just doing the sprint at Malibu, and the half marathon is five months away. <br />
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<br />Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14250297880221368338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586582135509912407.post-64431001408306066562012-07-21T19:18:00.000-07:002012-07-21T19:45:51.074-07:00Time for a replacement, finally.<br />
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After many hundreds of miles, long walks after breaking spokes, and sliding around on Starbucks' floors, it's time to put the old cleats out to pasture.<br />
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Here's to shiny new cleats!Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14250297880221368338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586582135509912407.post-72112613854637961862012-07-19T12:37:00.000-07:002012-07-19T12:37:18.042-07:00Vineman 70.3 Race Report: The Same Old Song and Dance Warning - super duper long post! <br />
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This was my first attempt at a 70.3 triathlon. The venue (California wine country) is gorgeous, relatively close to home, the course isn't super difficult and about a dozen friends were also doing the race, although in a field of 2500 athletes, I didn't see too much of my friends on course.<br />
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The race organizers were very nice and efficient. The race was very well run and the volunteers were spectacular!<br />
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My plan had been to leave LA around six am the day before the race, drive up, have time to check in and pick up my race packet, maybe have lunch (a regional specialty in this area is BBQ oysters, and they're amazing), poke around, maybe drive the bike course.<br />
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Of course, I got stuck in horrible traffic going through the East Bay (on a Saturday!) and then again on the 101 just south of Petaluma and didn't manage to get to the race expo until about three pm.<br />
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Once I arrived, found parking and made my way to the expo, I then had to sit through a 20 minute video that consists of the exact information that's on the website. Guess people don't bother to read. The video featured one of the race officials and a chicken puppet - lucky for me I had read the website, because the voice of the chicken puppet really needed to work on his diction. I couldn't understand anything. <br />
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Once the video ended, we had to get a hand stamp before we'd be allowed to pick up our race packets. <br />
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So, of course, there was a mad rush for the exit while the presenter was still talking because everyone wanted to beat the crowd, but packet pickup wasn't all that crowded, even with the mad rush.<br />
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I got my race packet and my shirt and then checked out the expo - lots of WTC branded stuff, lots of clothing (but no really screaming deals like at the bike race expos), shoes, etc.. <a href="http://www.oomphsports.com/" target="_blank">Oomph</a>! had some super cute running shorts that were just a little too short for my taste (I don't like the feeling that my butt cheeks are going to fall out of my shorts). My one purchase was a Vineman <a href="http://www.headsweats.com/" target="_blank">Headsweats</a> visor, even though I was going to do the run in my 'dork of the desert' hat.<br />
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Best branded item? Vineman wine glasses:<br />
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I then dropped off my run gear in T2 - I got super lucky and found a spot next to a huge Hello Kitty balloon, which I figured would make it a snap to find my gear in the huge transition area:<br />
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I then headed back south to Santa Rosa, where I would be staying. I'd estimate that 80% of the guests at the hotel were racing Vineman. We all had the yellow wristbands they put on us at packet pickup, and there were a lot of bikes in the hallways (since no one wanted to leave the bike in the car).<br />
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After an early dinner and a hot shower, I managed to get to bed at about 9 pm and really got a good sleep, which isn't normal for me. Guess the road rage wore me out.<br />
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I was in the 7:20 am start wave, so I left super early, as I was (correctly, it turns out) anticipating horrible traffic as 2,500 people descended on the tiny town of Guerneville (population about 1,200). I couldn't find the official parking lot, so I parked in a lot a mile away run by the local high school students who were asking for a $5.00 donation to help their sports program. Since they put out neon yellow signs with big arrows all over the town, I suspect more racers parked in their lot than in the free one next to T1. <br />
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After a walk down to T1 (in my jammies. Why wear a swimsuit on the drive over?), I found my age group rack (totally, completely full. I had to beg to squeeze in where there wasn't really room), and suited up. There wasn't a good place to warm up, so when we went into the starting corral (it's an in-water start), I ended up doing a few strokes of butterfly just to get the heart rate up, which got me some bemused stares from my fellow athletes. <br />
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Swim: 38:07<br />
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This was possibly the easiest race swim I've ever done. The current in the river was negligible, the start waves were small enough that although I had a few moments of getting stuck in traffic, it wasn't an issue for me to find open water to swim. Although the river is shallow enough to walk, I didn't. I just swam (even when the water got about 18 inches deep) and managed, once I got out of traffic to hit a nice groove and just cruise. Of course, the river water was gross, and also of course, after the race I developed a mild ear infection.<br />
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I honestly didn't feel like I was going that fast on the swim, and got out of the water feeling really good. A pleasant surprise, and one that reaffirmed my life choice to concentrate on efficiency of stroke over high cadence. The only problem was the wetsuit. I'd brought the <a href="http://www.tyr.com/shop/womens/triathlon/womens-triathlon-wetsuits/womens-hurricane-wetsuit-category-1.html" target="_blank">TYR Cat1</a> (aka the boob smasher) and the pressure of the wetsuit neck on my throat, while less distracting than I'd thought it might be, ended up bruising my throat. No, really. I've got a bruise and even a few days later feel like I've got a lump in my throat right were the wetsuit neck pressure was the worst.<br />
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It's official - that wetsuit's got to go. I need something more titty (and throat) friendly. <br />
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T1: 16 min<br />
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Not a surprise. I elected to do complete clothing changes between each leg instead of wearing a tri-suit. The ground in T1 was super muddy and someone stole my towel, so I had to run to the changing tent to avoid flashing everyone while I lubed up with cream and put on my bike shorts. Next time, I'm bringing a sarong. No one will steal it (hopefully) and I can wrap it around me and not have to pick my way over muddy, rocky ground to the tents. As I was heading out, I chugged a can of iced coffee (I didn't have any caffeine before the swim to help keep my heart rate down), and started biking. <br />
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Bike: 3:12<br />
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The race description described the bike course as 'rolling hills', so I was anticipating PCH style hills. These hills were much smaller and the roads were much better than I'd anticipated, so that was the second pleasant surprise of the day. Despite the dire warnings about time penalties for drafting and blocking, I saw an awful lot of both on the ride. One guy was sucking wheel so blatantly that I'm shocked he didn't get caught. How do I know he didn't get caught? He was in front of me the entire way - he'd catch a wheel and pull ahead then lose it and drop back. I managed to average a bit over 17 mph on the ride (I think my three splits were 17.3, 17.4 and 17.5). Had I not slacked off on my bike training I could have squeezed out a bit more speed. The course was incredibly beautiful, albeit littered with launched bottles, cliff bars, gels, sunglasses, etc... (the roads, while not as bad as Solvang, weren't terribly good, either). Since I had the grave misfortune to be riding a carbon frame, I was really afraid of getting a filling shaken out of my head. Just as I was staring to get tired and cranky, I rolled into T2. Well timed. <br />
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T2: 12 minutes<br />
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Again, not a surprise. Swapped bike shorts for loose comfy run shorts, a lightweight sun resistant shirt and my dork hat. No one stole my T2 towel, so didn't have to run to the changing tent. Someone did, however steal the Hello Kitty balloon so I wasted some time wandering around looking for my stuff. Also, I forgot to spray my legs with sunblock, so now I've got a terrible runner's tan. <br />
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Run: 2:59<br />
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Of course, the run's where it all fell apart, as it always does. As soon as I started trying to run, my glutes and IT bands started to tighten up, and they never relaxed at all. I had to keep stopping and and trying to stretch them out, but it didn't help for more than a few hundred feet, and then they'd tighten again.<br />
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To add to the misery, my left sock kept bunching up and giving me a sore spot on the bottom of my foot, so I kept having to stop, take my shoe off and fix my sock. They had aid stations every mile, so I just kept counting the stations and telling myself to keep going. I ended up having to walk most of the uphills, but I wasn't the only one - on just about every hill there were long lines of walkers and people who were trying to run but were going the same speed as the walkers. One lady was racewalking, and although she looked odd, she was going pretty fast. Note to self: Learn to racewalk. It might come in handy some day.<br />
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The run had a loop through a vineyard, and although I believe I've mentioned my poisonous hatred for trail running on other occasions, let me just state again that I hate off-road running. Hate it. Dust, bugs, uneven ground. It can all take a long walk off the proverbial short pier.<br />
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The rocks on the ground were making the sock-related sore spot even worse, so I walked the entire loop until I got back onto pavement, where I had to stop (again) to sort out my sock and stretch.<br />
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I've never wanted wine so badly as I did right then. Or a martini, or performance enhancing drugs, or a car service, or a brick to the head. Anything would have been welcome at that point. <br />
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I averaged something like a 14 minute mile, which is really super bad, even for me. The really cruel part of all this is I really thought I had the run handled. On my training runs, I'd been running in the low 10's and feeling good. <br />
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I did pretty well with the aid stations - they had drink in small cups, so I never got the sloshy tummy, never felt hungry and never wanted to puke. I did a swallow of Gatorade every third station (too much of that stuff gives me a horrible headache), water at every station, bananas at every other station, and the occasional gel.<br />
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Total time: 7: 19<br />
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I don't suppose I can complain. I said I'd be happy with anything under 8 hours, and 7:19, last I checked, was under 8 hours, I just wish I'd had a better run. I'll post race photos when they're up - they've got someone else labelled as me in the bike photos, although there is a pretty hilarious <a href="http://www2.brightroom.com/98176/806#" target="_blank">video</a> of my limping to the finish line looking like re-heated death. <br />
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Once I finished, I grabbed some food (cold chicken and some pasta salad - I couldn't eat any more fruit), took off those damned shoes and limped over to the shuttle stop to go back to Guerneville and get my car.<br />
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The shuttle was a school bus, so there wasn't a lot of leg room, which made the sore legs a lot worse after a 20 minute ride. After getting the car, I headed back to Windsor to get my bike and my T2 stuff (since you can't take bikes on the bus). I picked up the bag of wet soggy swim gear that had come over from T1, threw the whole mess in my car and headed back to the hotel, unloaded my car and then limped down to the pool area where I sat in the hot tub for about 20 minutes until my legs felt better, then ventured back out to a local Italian place and had a delicious dinner of house-made pasta with wild boar and local mushrooms. And wine.<br />
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I finally had some wine.<br />
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Then, I went back to my room and passed out cold.<br />
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Monday, I stopped by the <a href="http://www.lacrema.com/" target="_blank">La Crema</a> (named by someone who didn't speak Spanish) winery tasting room, since Vineman participants got a free tasting. The entire tasting room was full of Vineman folks, and we were all talking and not paying much attention to the wine - although in case you were wondering, we tasted a very good white, a not very good white, a good red and a terrible red, and a flavorless rose. That one hurt the most. I love rose.<br />
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I then had a sausage and a beer (at 11 am, because it was that kind of day) and then drove to the <a href="http://www.vichysprings.com/" target="_blank">Vichy</a> hot springs in Ukiah and soaked in the carbonated mineral water (highly recommended if you're in the area).<br />
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After a stop for an early dinner (and coffee) in the city of Napa, I headed home and got back around midnight. I left the bike in the car (covered, of course, and with the car backed in so even if someone did break a window they weren't going to be able to get the bike out), and managed to not be able to sleep due to over consumption of coffee. <br />
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Aside from the sore throat, ear infection, and sore legs, I feel great, although I never got my BBQ oysters. Dammit.<br />
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Guess that's a reason to go back next year.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14250297880221368338noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586582135509912407.post-41629596016157138432012-07-17T01:51:00.000-07:002012-07-17T01:51:01.116-07:00Vineman - The Short VersionJust got back from Vineman, and of course now I can't sleep, even though I'm completely exhausted.<br />
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Short version: Good swim, good bike, bad run, sub-8 hour.<br />
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More tomorrow, if I can get my desktop working (cut the power to save energy and now the motherboard battery's dead. Awesome. Let's see if leaving it alone with plenty of juice solves the problem).<br />
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Also, wine.<br />
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<br />Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14250297880221368338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586582135509912407.post-45552959600703109372012-07-12T09:50:00.001-07:002012-07-12T09:50:15.886-07:00The Race BagOne of the things I do before a race is to put a bag in the living room, and then just throw in random stuff that I may or may not need as I think of it (or find it, in the case of stuff I don't use very often, like my race belt).<br />
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For me, this helps to avoid that 'day before' panic as I scramble around, wondering where the hell I left the Bodyglide.<br />
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Obviously, I probably don't need and won't use everything in the bag, but for some reason just having it makes me feel less panic-y about possibly forgetting something.<br />
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Normally, I do my final sort-through the night before the race, when I've got a better idea about conditions (maybe I won't need the toe covers, or the knee warmers), but since Vineman's got a split transition area and I'll have to drop off my T2 stuff on Saturday, I'll have to do a sort through tomorrow and figure it out a bit early.<br />
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I'll probably bring more than I need to the gear drop, and then pull what I don't need out - but I'm not wearing a tri suit this time. I'm going to wear bike shorts and then change into my nice, comfy lightweight Brooks running shorts for the run.<br />
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So right now I've got a shaker, some Recoverite and coconut water, baby wipes (post bike - get that chamois cream off), toe covers, knee warmers, a rash guard in case the swim's not wetsuit legal (sunburn), hat, socks (I have to wear socks on the bike and the run or I'm miserable and blistery), body glide, suit juice, cliff bars, deodorant, Endurolytes, race belt, goggles (main pair and a spare), sunblock, etc...<br />
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Yes, I know I'm overpacking, and I really won't take all this stuff with me to the race, but it makes me feel more prepared to have it stacked in a pile, waiting for me to choose it.<br />
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<br />Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14250297880221368338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586582135509912407.post-64032971770411915102012-07-09T13:28:00.000-07:002012-07-09T13:39:44.276-07:00Sometimes the Mountain WinsWhen I had my Solvang-related broken spoke fixed, the bike shop guy looked at my wheels, shook his head and said "Your wheels are really old, and you're probably going to need new ones pretty soon."<br />
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They then warned me that if a spoke broke again it would be time for new wheels.
I hoped and prayed that the old ones would hold.<br />
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Saturday was my last long ride before <a href="http://www.vineman.com/Ironman_70_3_Vineman.htm" target="_blank">Vineman</a>, and sure enough, on mile 40, the back wheel popped a spoke and the back tire started coming apart - you know, just for good measure.<br />
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Of course, I'm also cash poor at the moment. How could this not happen when I'm sort of funds? Thanks, Murphy's Law. Thanks a lot.<br />
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So I slunk back into the bike shop, admitted I'd been a fool to not buy wheels when they told me I needed them and the sales guy cheerfully showed me a really sick pair of <a href="http://www.reynoldscycling.com/" target="_blank">Reynolds</a> carbon race wheels - such a deal! Normally $1200, now marked down to $850!<br />
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Except I don't have $850 right now. Can't beg, borrow or steal it, either. <br />
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I asked to see something more within my budget range, and they went in the back and came out with a pair of Shimano A500 wheels that were $200.
Still painful, but manageable.<br />
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Of course, there goes my plan to have a really nice lunch and wine while in Napa Valley (I'll be on a PBJ that I brought from home diet), but at least I've got new wheels.<br />
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I just wish they hadn't shown me the Reynolds wheels first. Makes the ones they sold me look super cheap.<br />
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On the bright side, at least it happened here and not on course at Vineman!<br />
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It was a beautiful day to ride - enjoy some photos:<br />
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<br />Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14250297880221368338noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586582135509912407.post-27419631641796667112012-07-06T08:15:00.003-07:002012-07-06T08:15:52.165-07:00Last build weekend!Yesterday, I rode my race distance on the bike - between the hills on PCH, the fact that I'm way undertrained on the bike, and the winds, I did 53.3 miles in 3:21:24, with a 15.8 mph average speed. <br />
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That's a bit slower than I should be able to do it, but I made my choice to concentrate on the run, so I've got to live with what I have. I've gained almost 2 minutes per mile on the run - a sustained low 10 (with a high 8 on the downhills) up from a 12 (although if it's really going to be 95 degrees, I'm going to hand back some of that speed), so hopefully it'll balance out. <br />
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Today, I swim my race distance (after having the masters' coach make me do 200 butterfly yesterday!),sit in the sauna (again), and run, then do a long bike again on Saturday, do a long run on Sunday and then it's the final taper week.<br />
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<br />Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14250297880221368338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586582135509912407.post-36306792703361682732012-07-05T15:42:00.001-07:002012-07-05T15:42:13.840-07:00The heat, the heatHistorically, the highs during the run at Vineman have been in the low to mid 80s, so that was my heat acclimation target. I've been doing all my runs and most of my bike rides in the mid-afternoon, during what is (for my area) the hottest part of the day. <br />
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Since I live near the coast, that's generally in the 78 - 80 degree range, and I've gotten so where low 80s, which usually really bother me, don't make me feel like I want to die. <br />
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So, of course, since nothing can ever go the way I plan, the predicted high for Vineman is 95.<br />
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NINETY FIVE freakin' degrees. Holy God. <br />
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I'm projecting the better part of an hour for the swim, and probably three and change for the bike, so that's going to put me on the run course right when the oven finishes pre-heating.<br />
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Since shaking my fist at the sky and cursing Mother Nature isn't producing the cooling effect I wanted, I'm going to have to make an attempt to acclimate to a hotter temperature by sitting in the sauna every day for the next week and a half.<br />
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This probably isn't enough time - normally, the '<a href="http://www.irunfar.com/2009/02/heat-acclimation.html" target="_blank">sauna method</a>' takes at least a month, but I've got the time I've got and every little bit helps.<br />
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I go back to the cardiologist Tuesday for my treadmill test, and then the week after Vineman they're going to get an ultrasound of my heart. I don't understand why they can't do both the same day, but oh well.<br />
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I can't have any caffeine for 24 hours before the treadmill test. I'm not sure if I'm going to survive that.<br />
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<br />Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14250297880221368338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586582135509912407.post-44130214048911934292012-06-29T14:18:00.000-07:002012-06-29T14:19:32.584-07:00Chest pain ahoy!This past week, I had my annual physical and mentioned to the doctor that I've been having trouble breathing when running or swimming hard (totally fine on the bike) - I feel like I've got a band around my upper chest and I start to wheeze, and then I have to stop for a few seconds before I can breathe normally again.<br />
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Using an informal poll of other runners and swimmers, I managed to diagnose myself with Exercise Induced Asthma, and figured that the doctor would just write me a prescription for an inhaler and then all would be sunshine and rainbows.<br />
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Except it didn't work like that. The doctor actually looked alarmed and insisted that I see a cardiologist, which, frankly, I thought was a bit much but I suppose that if one has a middle-aged patient complaining of chest tightness when running, it's probably better to rule out anything really life-threatening.<br />
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So, Tuesday I'm off to the Cardiologist to have them check my heart for worms. Or something. I was a bit unclear on what, exactly might be wrong with me.<br />
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Hopefully nothing, and I'll get the inhaler* and then I'll be able to breathe normally when running, so I'll win the race at Vineman! <br />
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*Inhaler does not produce stated effects.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14250297880221368338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586582135509912407.post-46011158006703974412012-06-23T21:57:00.000-07:002012-06-23T21:57:49.178-07:00If only...This afternoon, I spent a few hours bartending at a wedding which took place at an incredible house high in the hills above Malibu. The wedding and reception were wonderful and filled with very nice, sweet people who I wish nothing but the best.<br />
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Near the end of the party, I wandered into the master bath and took this: <br />
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That would be a whirlpool tub with a view of the amazing sunset over the Pacific Ocean. <br />
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What I really wanted to do tonight was sit in that tub, filled with bubbles and getting a water jet massage while I watched the last of the sunlight fade over the ocean.<br />
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However, what I did was drive back to my tiny apartment with a tub I can't actually stretch out in and have a glass of wine.<br />
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Someday I'll have the 3.3 mil it would take to buy this view.<br />
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If only that damned lottery would come through for me.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14250297880221368338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586582135509912407.post-12164059962041855612012-06-13T07:57:00.002-07:002012-06-13T07:57:29.134-07:00Speaking of Bike ShortsI finally bit the bullet and put the hated pair of <a href="http://www.desotosport.com/product/WB" target="_blank">DeSoto 400 mile shorts</a> up on Ebay.<br />
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The pad's great, I just can't stand that drawstring waist. Waste of a hundred bucks, if you ask me. <br />
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<a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/110895970645?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649">http://www.ebay.com/itm/110895970645?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649</a><br />
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As of right now, they're only at 99 cents! Which is more than I'd pay to wear those bastards again, but hey, swoop in and pick up a deal!Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14250297880221368338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586582135509912407.post-77242017814562540372012-06-04T13:45:00.000-07:002012-06-04T13:45:06.231-07:00Oh, anxiety, I haven't missed you. Not at all.The race-related anxiety dreams have started a bit earlier than usual, but <a href="http://www.vineman.com/Ironman_70_3_Vineman.htm" target="_blank">Vineman</a> is a longer race than I've done before, so I guess it makes sense. <br />
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This round of anxiety dreams are centering around the race's split transition area. T1 and T2 are miles apart. So if I drive to the start of the race, I have to leave my car there, about 20 miles away from the finish line and T2.<br />
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Vineman provides shuttles, of course, but then I have to finish the race, find someplace to lock my bike up (since I doubt they'll babysit it for me and they don't allow bikes on the shuttles), sit on the damned shuttle for 20 minutes, get back to my car (and I'll have to carry my car keys with me for the entire race), then drive my stinky exhausted ass 20 miles back to T2, load up my bike (if someone hasn't stolen it), then drive another half an hour to my hotel. <br />
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I'm not happy about this. Not at all.<br />
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I'll have a large group of friends doing the race so I've got a reasonable expectation of having someone give me a lift to the start line, and failing that I'm sure someone will be more than willing to accompany me from LA and use the free hotel room in Napa in exchange for sherpa duties, but right now my brain is assuming that I'm going to be on my own the whole time and is, of course, imagining the worst.<br />
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Hence the anxiety dreams. In addition to the standard 'sleeping past my start time' dream, now I'm having 'finishing the race after the shuttles have stopped and not being able to get to my car' dreams, with 'OMG my bike's been stolen while I got my car' dreams.<br />
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For good measure, last night my brain threw in a 'guy I don't know well but have a very mild crush on is somehow in my hotel room making out with my best friend' dream.<br />
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I don't know where that one came from.<br />
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In the interest of some good news - my run's doing very well. I'm still struggling to maintain race pace runs (and I'm aiming for a race pace of a 9 minute mile), but I'm cruising along at a 10 and change without breathing hard, which is a HUGE improvement over last year, when I was struggling to maintain an 11 minute mile.<br />
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Also - I have a new bike! I bought it used, and it's a TT bike, not a road bike, so I'm not going to retire Gary just yet :)<br />
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Complete bike story next post!<br />
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<br />Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14250297880221368338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586582135509912407.post-22260322488712800252012-05-22T20:23:00.000-07:002012-05-22T20:23:04.836-07:00Clown pants or the boob-smasher?I own two wetsuits.<br />
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Actually, three. One for SCUBA diving, but you can't swim in those, so I'm not counting it.<br />
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The first one is the wetsuit that Team In Training issued me last year when I signed up to do Malibu.<br />
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The second one is <a href="http://www.tyr.com/shop/female-hurricane-wetsuit-category-p-1000.html" target="_blank">TYR Hurricane Cat 1</a> that I bought with a team discount (courtesy of the Pasadena Triathlon), because I'd gotten a decent tax refund and it seemed like a good idea.<br />
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I spent most of last year using the TNT wetsuit for the main reason that I have boobs, and the TYR wetsuits aren't really cut for women who have much over an A-cup (and even that's probably pushing it). Imagine trying to swim with two softballs strapped to your chest, so tightly that you can't breathe, and that was my TYR experience. <br />
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So, instead of having the chest-mash going on, I used the TNT wetsuit, which, since I was between sizes and ordered one up, was always nice and comfy, if a bit loose.<br />
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Which was great, and worked for me quite well.<br />
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Until this last week, when the ocean here in Los Angeles just warmed up enough to finally start some of the organized ocean swims.<br />
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I pulled out my trusty comfy TNT wetsuit, took it to the shore, and pulled it on, only to have it be too big - and not a little bit too big, either.<br />
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It was like wearing neoprene clown pants. I jumped into the water and felt like I was wearing hip waders. When I exited the surf, the suit was hanging off my shoulders, with the torso and legs loose and full of water, which was sloshing around since the ankles were tight enough to keep it all in.<br />
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Passersby were pointing and laughing, as were my swim buddies.<br />
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So, yesterday morning I dragged out the boob-masher.<br />
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It fits much better, almost everywhere. Legs? Good. Arms? Good. Abdomen? Good? Boobs? Bad. So, so bad. Neck? Gaping open, probably because the suit was straining to contain the girls.<br />
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So I dove into the surf, and about 10,000 gallons of water rushed into the loose neck of the suit, thus increasing the 'pressing on the chest' feeling, just when the waves started coming so fast that I couldn't get a breath in between them.<br />
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So I started to hyperventilate, and then I started to panic.<br />
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Panic + Ocean = super bad.<br />
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I got enough of my wits about me to turn around and stagger back to shore. Once I got there, I waved the swim group on, since they were waiting for me.<br />
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After some fiddling with the neck, I managed to get to where I could dive under the waves without so much water entering - thus alleviating the 'boulder on the chest' feeling. I never got past the surf because I was too busy trying to get the suit adjusted, but I think I finally got it dialed in. <br />
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Friday is the next organized ocean swim, so we'll see how it does. I currently can't afford to buy another wetsuit, so I'm going to have to make this one work. <br />
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<br />Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14250297880221368338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586582135509912407.post-67815906830354873712012-05-16T19:05:00.000-07:002012-05-16T19:05:42.148-07:00Two months until Vineman!As you can see from the widget thingy down there, it's now 60 days until Vineman 70.3. My first half Iron distance.<br />
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I'm setting very, very low expectations, as I just want to finish, and preferably not dead last, but I'm actually feeling pretty good about it.<br />
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I've not gotten in the long rides that I probably should have, but the hill repeats are going nicely and I feel like the bike's doing fine.<br />
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The run is doing well - I'm still not going very fast (at the moment I'm averaging 10 minute miles), but I'm confident that I'll at least be able to finish.<br />
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I need to get in some long bikes, so I'll make an extra effort to get those in before the race, but I'm feeling pretty good!<br />
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The only thing that's worrying me is the logistics of parking at the race start and finishing 17 miles away. If I can hitch a ride to the start with someone so I don't have to leave my bike in T2 while I shuttle back to get my car, that would be freakin' stellar. Or maybe I'll live rich and spring for a taxi, if I can find on in Napa at 4 am on a Sunday. <br />
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Also, of course, tomorrow is bike to work day and I'm going to have to drive because I'm going out to a site 30 miles from my house.<br />
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Oh, well. I've been biking to work every day for almost three weeks.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14250297880221368338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586582135509912407.post-64026142603179793682012-05-15T20:03:00.000-07:002012-05-15T20:03:05.897-07:00I'm so glad I drove my car todayI've hit that mid-training cycle slump where I hurt, I'm tired, nothing's funny any more and I can't sleep. Small slights become worthy of a three generation long blood feud, and even worse, I've stopped caring about puppies and kittens. And rainbows.<br />
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Fuck 'em all. <br />
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So I used a Groupon for a massage - usually these can be a waste of time at best, but lucky for me, the awesome masseur was a hiker and really knew where to put the pressure to get all the gunk out of my muscles.<br />
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I didn't even consider riding my bike the 7 miles to the massage place. Well, okay, I did, but dismissed the idea as silly as I'd be undoing any good of the massage right away.<br />
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One has a much different perception of traffic when one hasn't driven for almost three weeks. Sitting in gridlock with the A/C running, listening to music, not having to dodge doors and road debris. Awesome.<br />
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I got to the massage place, and met the masseur. We talked for a few minutes about where I hurt, and he got to work. <br />
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He used a lot of pressure and it hurt like hell while he was doing it, but I feel really great now.
Even the glute that's been sort of sore for a few weeks feels fine, and
the Achilles tendon's finally stopped bothering me, although I don't
think I can chalk that up to the massage. <br />
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I feel so good right now I'm not even dreading the hill repeats on the bike tomorrow. <br />
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