So finally, after all this time training long hours, getting up way before anyone I know, the time came finally to race my Ironman!
The swim
So I get up at 3:00am to get all geared up. You could feel the energy, people with their game face, others with the "why did I get into this" look! But not me, I was all decked up with my hot ass K-Swiss tri uniform, I felt fearless, I was very happy and eager to start my 2.4 swim. I even saw Sister Madonna and asked her to bless me (an 80 year-old nun who races Ironman!) So we get into the wetsuits and jump in the water. Surprisingly, I did not get my ass kicked in the mass start. So we start and it went smoothly. Too easy in fact, that at some point I look at my watch and it said 1:43 and I was not as close as I should've been for that time (heck, I should've been out of the water!) I had not worked hard racing my swim, so now I hauled ass to the end, fearing being cut off in a lousy swim. I kept thinking; oh my God, how embarrassing will it be to get cut in the swim? What would everyone say? So volunteers helped out of the water and can't walk, because my feet are completely numb and the cold water got me off balance. I refused to let that get to me and after being stripped from my wetsuit I was quickly running to get my transition bag. I felt really good to be done with the swim!
The bike
Feeling good and pumped, I run to the transition area where they hand me the bike and continue to the three 37 mile loops (112 miles total) I was about to race. Keeping in mind the forecast: early showers, high of 69, winds of 25-30mph. Um...what??!!
It's ok, all of my long rides were with bad head wind and no drafting, so I had prepared myself for a day like this. Got my bottles with mixes of electrolyte drink, CarboPro and salt pills, and my cookies, peanut butter crackers and organic fruit candy (thank you Liza Vita for the introduction). I started fast, then a little uphill. Not bad for a slight climb. On the way back I realized that the climb was the least of my worries, the head wind was tenacious! It felt so strong I would lose balance when grabbing my bottle or riding in aero posotion. I had to get out of aero and grab the handle bar tight, so that was not fun. It was worse on the second loop! Some guys fell off their bikes, one even broke his clavicle (wouldn't you believe it? They taped him up and he finished the race!). In the third loop we were blessed with shifting winds, so I was able to recover 10 minutes of my already delayed ride.
Since I felt like such badass after the swim, I was so I high on adrenalin that I forgot my arm warmers head thingie. It was cloudy and a bit chilly, not mention it began to rain and to hail! Still, I was feeling good and strong, despite the fact that it was gonna take me longer than I had initially wanted. I wanted to go harder, but I needed to save leg for the 26.2 run. I only made one quick stop at mile 56, to grab more cookies, crackers, fresh nutrition bottles and my half almond butter bagel.
I, however, did something I have never been able to do in training and it's disgusting, but I'll share anyway: I "went" while riding! I know, eeeewwww!!!!! Since it is a desert, we barely sweat, so the liquid's gotta come out somehow! Sorry, had to share!
The cool thing about the ride besides the amazing volunteers handing water bottles among other things, was all the triathletes, pro's included, saying "good job" as they passed. I began encouraging those I passed as well. But seeing my bitches at the turn around point made my ride so much more pleasant and gave me such push! They had signs with our names, and of course, the infamous "clap if you farted" and "did you poop today!" I was very happy that my butt was not hurting and that my nutrition was right on the money.
The run
I get off the bike and my legs were so stiff I had to walk a couple of steps before I ran into transition. But quickly grabbed my gear bag and put on my sneakers, arm warmers visor and race belt and off I went to a three loop course to complete the 26.2 miles.
So I started easy. I liked the course, it had a little bit of everything: ups, downs, bridges (just one per loop guys!!) besides my Gu's (for the non-athletes, Gu's are concentrated electrolytes) and salt pills, I also consumed chicken broth and coke from the aid stations, that seemed to do the trick. As I went I had to convince myself that my burning thighs were only temporary, so I did not stop (so yes, I "went" while running....eeeewwww!!)
Waist down, my legs were burning, but I had a consistent pace all through the marathon segment. I was feeling happy that in a couple of miles I was gonna be an Ironman, so that kept me going, and the encouragement of my fellow racers saying, "we got this!" "one more loop and we're Ironman!" As I was approaching, I see Kike, who tells me I'm getting very close. I start hearing the muffled sounds of a man in a loud speaker. As I enter the narrow entrance to the finish line, I got emotional, and I sprinted as the MC says loudly "Celeste Ramirez from Miami FL, YOU ARE AN IRONMAN!!!
My eyes were filled with tears, then I saw Coach Evil there waiting. So I cried more. Then I saw Diane and the Coach's wife Elizabeth, they were crying too. Even Kike cried (sorry Kike, had to say it!)
Oh yeah, since I had not stop moving my legs for 15 hours, when I tried stopping at the finish line, my legs turned into jello, so the volunteers had to grab me. I gotta tell you guys, what an amazing feeling! I'm so happy all the hard work paid off and will definitely do it again!
So I gotta give a shout out to my bitches Diane and Kike, who kept me on my feet when I tried to freak out. Also to Elizabeth, who I realized is one funny gal! And of course, Coach Evil himself, he really guided me through this adventure. Can't wait for the next one! I'm glad you all have enjoyed my blog! I was glad to hear many of you have found it inspirational as well as educational. I don't know much about this crazy sport, but I'll be happy to help you in any way I can.
Thank you for visiting my blog!!
Until the next one!!
Best wishes from...
Ironman finisher Celeste Ramirez
(I always wanted to say that!!)
Monday, November 22, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
2381
Tempe, Day Two
Once again I wake up hours before my alarm clock does. But it's ok. I'm thinking of how cold our 1,000 meter practice swim will be. Oh well, it's gotta be done. Me and Coach Evil ride our bikes to the venue and there we met our peeps. As I touch the water, it doesn't feel that bad. But when I jumped, man, a whole different story!! My lungs suddenly got really tired, my hands and feet became numb, and oh my God, I thought my face had fallen off!! So I took it easy as I acclimated, then having my feet numb was good because I just didn't feel a thing!!
As I got out of the water I felt good, confident. I was second guessing what to wear, how to layer, what to discard at what transition. At the end of the day, I'll do what my peeps tell me to do: stick to the plan!
So there's no turning back now, in a couple of hours I'll be doing the hardest thing I've ever done in my life!
So see you on the other side my peeps, I have an Ironman to attend!!
Once again I wake up hours before my alarm clock does. But it's ok. I'm thinking of how cold our 1,000 meter practice swim will be. Oh well, it's gotta be done. Me and Coach Evil ride our bikes to the venue and there we met our peeps. As I touch the water, it doesn't feel that bad. But when I jumped, man, a whole different story!! My lungs suddenly got really tired, my hands and feet became numb, and oh my God, I thought my face had fallen off!! So I took it easy as I acclimated, then having my feet numb was good because I just didn't feel a thing!!
As I got out of the water I felt good, confident. I was second guessing what to wear, how to layer, what to discard at what transition. At the end of the day, I'll do what my peeps tell me to do: stick to the plan!
So there's no turning back now, in a couple of hours I'll be doing the hardest thing I've ever done in my life!
So see you on the other side my peeps, I have an Ironman to attend!!
Saturday, November 20, 2010
A Day in Tempe
In just 24 hours!!!
I can't believe that after signing up a year ago, after beginning a nine month training, the time has come to race!! Yesterday we went to the Expo, registered, bought some Ironman merchandise, met with the rest of the peeps. The energy in this place is awesome! People of all walks of life walk down the streets with their blue bracelets. Some are already horribly body marked (they've been branded by an ugly smudge, that in many cases you can't even read the number!) some wear their previous Ironman attire, as though they're saying "yep, I've done this before!" there's an 18 year-old, as well as an 80 year-old participant. There's really fit and there's overweight people. This is anyone's game. Our support system, or as me and Frank are referring to as our bitches, are watching me every step of the way. Kike double checks every move I make. He doesn't let me go to my little dark place (which unfortunately is so easy to do) Diane has been an awesome company! She insists to help me get stuff done faster, always has a wonderful smile on her face, and knows that when I become psychotic or annoying (which, if any of you have met me, know that is very possible), she steps up and says; "shut the fuck up Celeste!"
Kike and Diane...I love you guys!!!
Now, the weather here is frikkin' bipolar!!! In the morning, it was a little cold, but very nice. Then suddenly was very cold, then we were burning up and even sweating. Then it got chilly again, then we were taking our jackets off. And in the evening it felt really cold, although it said it was high 60's, low 70's! Oh, and of course, the only thing constant is the water temperature...a whapping 61 degrees!!! I am SOO NOT looking forward to my 9am swim, but it must be done.
Because of all these weather changes, I feel there's a cold in my horizon. My voice is sounding deeper this morning, and my throat is acting funny. I'm drinking EmergenC and Airbone, also zinc pills. Let's hope for warmer waters and better temperatures foe tomorrow. Although the weather service said it might rain. Come on!!! This is a desert! Act like one!! Well guys, I'll write you more later, peace!!!
I can't believe that after signing up a year ago, after beginning a nine month training, the time has come to race!! Yesterday we went to the Expo, registered, bought some Ironman merchandise, met with the rest of the peeps. The energy in this place is awesome! People of all walks of life walk down the streets with their blue bracelets. Some are already horribly body marked (they've been branded by an ugly smudge, that in many cases you can't even read the number!) some wear their previous Ironman attire, as though they're saying "yep, I've done this before!" there's an 18 year-old, as well as an 80 year-old participant. There's really fit and there's overweight people. This is anyone's game. Our support system, or as me and Frank are referring to as our bitches, are watching me every step of the way. Kike double checks every move I make. He doesn't let me go to my little dark place (which unfortunately is so easy to do) Diane has been an awesome company! She insists to help me get stuff done faster, always has a wonderful smile on her face, and knows that when I become psychotic or annoying (which, if any of you have met me, know that is very possible), she steps up and says; "shut the fuck up Celeste!"
Kike and Diane...I love you guys!!!
Now, the weather here is frikkin' bipolar!!! In the morning, it was a little cold, but very nice. Then suddenly was very cold, then we were burning up and even sweating. Then it got chilly again, then we were taking our jackets off. And in the evening it felt really cold, although it said it was high 60's, low 70's! Oh, and of course, the only thing constant is the water temperature...a whapping 61 degrees!!! I am SOO NOT looking forward to my 9am swim, but it must be done.
Because of all these weather changes, I feel there's a cold in my horizon. My voice is sounding deeper this morning, and my throat is acting funny. I'm drinking EmergenC and Airbone, also zinc pills. Let's hope for warmer waters and better temperatures foe tomorrow. Although the weather service said it might rain. Come on!!! This is a desert! Act like one!! Well guys, I'll write you more later, peace!!!
Saturday, November 13, 2010
I think I can, I think I can, I KNOW I CAN!!!!
8 days to go!!
Well, it has been one hell of a couple of weeks. In the past six weeks I've lost my job of ten years, lost a dear aunt to a stroke, then lost one of my three favorite male cousins to cancer (I have a lot of cousins!) Make ups, break ups, you name it! Oh I also had a horrible 70.3 that brought all sorts of doubts to my mind about whether or not I'll be able to finish the Ironman. It's been one emotional roller coaster I tell you! The way I see it, at this point, there's no turning back, it must be finished! I must go out with a bang!
Last Thursday I officially finished a 2.4 mile open water swim. I've swam longer than this distance, but in the pool, with a bottle of fluids for when my mouth goes dry, without a wetsuit on, stopping if I need to. Totally different story in the ocean! The time before I swam over an hour and couldn't breathe in the beginning. The wetsuit was suffocating me. Eventually, my breathing regulated, but I wasn't too comfortable. But last Thursday Henry helped me stretch it the right way, and after him pinching me all over, it was a very much bearable swim. I wasn't going too fast; in fact was very calm. I am more confident that I will make the cutoff time, since I had plenty of time to spars at the end, taking it super easy and finishing fresh. Still, 1:43 is an eternity, gotta do better than that.
Even though Coach Evil says not to worry, I can't help being worried about my ride. Due to my cousin's passing, I flew to Puerto Rico on Sunday, so I missed an over 3.5 hour bike ride. Then I almost missed the bike transport, but thanks to my cousin I made it the night before and was able to deliver the bike on time. Unfortunately I didn't get to do my last good workout on it. Fortunately for me I am able to use my sister's road bike.
This is the week where you wonder if you rode long enough, if you truly had the right nutrition to carry a 10 plus hour workout, if you will have enough punch to maintain such endeavor. Oh yeah, you also wonder, is it really gonna be as cold as everyone else says it'll be? Deep inside I hope to the higher power that maybe this year the water won't be as cold as previous Ironman say it'll be. I'm praying for 70 degrees....hey, one can dream, right?
Well, it has been one hell of a couple of weeks. In the past six weeks I've lost my job of ten years, lost a dear aunt to a stroke, then lost one of my three favorite male cousins to cancer (I have a lot of cousins!) Make ups, break ups, you name it! Oh I also had a horrible 70.3 that brought all sorts of doubts to my mind about whether or not I'll be able to finish the Ironman. It's been one emotional roller coaster I tell you! The way I see it, at this point, there's no turning back, it must be finished! I must go out with a bang!
Last Thursday I officially finished a 2.4 mile open water swim. I've swam longer than this distance, but in the pool, with a bottle of fluids for when my mouth goes dry, without a wetsuit on, stopping if I need to. Totally different story in the ocean! The time before I swam over an hour and couldn't breathe in the beginning. The wetsuit was suffocating me. Eventually, my breathing regulated, but I wasn't too comfortable. But last Thursday Henry helped me stretch it the right way, and after him pinching me all over, it was a very much bearable swim. I wasn't going too fast; in fact was very calm. I am more confident that I will make the cutoff time, since I had plenty of time to spars at the end, taking it super easy and finishing fresh. Still, 1:43 is an eternity, gotta do better than that.
Even though Coach Evil says not to worry, I can't help being worried about my ride. Due to my cousin's passing, I flew to Puerto Rico on Sunday, so I missed an over 3.5 hour bike ride. Then I almost missed the bike transport, but thanks to my cousin I made it the night before and was able to deliver the bike on time. Unfortunately I didn't get to do my last good workout on it. Fortunately for me I am able to use my sister's road bike.
This is the week where you wonder if you rode long enough, if you truly had the right nutrition to carry a 10 plus hour workout, if you will have enough punch to maintain such endeavor. Oh yeah, you also wonder, is it really gonna be as cold as everyone else says it'll be? Deep inside I hope to the higher power that maybe this year the water won't be as cold as previous Ironman say it'll be. I'm praying for 70 degrees....hey, one can dream, right?
Sunday, October 31, 2010
so much for a training race!
21 days to go!!
So yesterday was the Ironman Miami 70.3. Many of us have been looking forward to this race, because it is the first Ironman sanctioned event ever hosted in Miami and about 80% of the local triathlete community was signed up for it. Only one word can describe the entire experience: disastrous. We've all bitched about all the last minute changes on the course, the longer swim distance, the lack of water in the bike as well as in the run, the VERY inexperienced volunteers, and yes, the 8 God-awful bridges we had to run up and down when the sun was hitting the hardest, among MANY other details our race director perhaps overlooked. For me, this is not my A race, I was supposed to take it easy and to finish fresh, since it should’ve been a regular training day. But it didn’t feel that way. By far this was my worst race ever. I did horribly on the swim, got kicked more times than I can remember, but got kicked really badly in my mouth (thought he loosened my front tooth, the tooth still feels weird), plus it ended up being about 600 meters longer. It didn’t help the fact that I am not really a good swimmer. Oh well. But when I finished the race, I couldn’t help feeling really disappointed in myself. My ego was truly hurt, and I was angry for how tired I felt, and how lousy I did. I knew I was gonna do the ride portion in a longer time, because I kept it easy, plus I’ve been riding hundreds of miles back to back in the past weeks, yet, I still hoped I did better. But the run, that was bad. I had to walk parts of the run because I was exhausted. I know, I didn’t train for those race conditions, that’s why I was so dizzy after the swim that couldn’t climb up the stairs. I was exhausted in the run, because I never did a long run at mid-morning, also the bridges didn’t help! Still, yesterday I felt like a failure. I did think that if I was feeling like that after racing 70.3 miles, what made think I could complete 140.6 miles. I know its different circumstances, I should not compare. I was just hoping for a happy note in my life, which lately feels like I’m stuck on stupid with all the shit that’s been happening. Yes, we all have off days and we can’t help feeling crappy about it. Today I feel more focused, ready for this week and whatever is gonna bring me as far as personal and training is concerned. I’m only three weeks away from my big day, no time to waste, this is it!
So yesterday was the Ironman Miami 70.3. Many of us have been looking forward to this race, because it is the first Ironman sanctioned event ever hosted in Miami and about 80% of the local triathlete community was signed up for it. Only one word can describe the entire experience: disastrous. We've all bitched about all the last minute changes on the course, the longer swim distance, the lack of water in the bike as well as in the run, the VERY inexperienced volunteers, and yes, the 8 God-awful bridges we had to run up and down when the sun was hitting the hardest, among MANY other details our race director perhaps overlooked. For me, this is not my A race, I was supposed to take it easy and to finish fresh, since it should’ve been a regular training day. But it didn’t feel that way. By far this was my worst race ever. I did horribly on the swim, got kicked more times than I can remember, but got kicked really badly in my mouth (thought he loosened my front tooth, the tooth still feels weird), plus it ended up being about 600 meters longer. It didn’t help the fact that I am not really a good swimmer. Oh well. But when I finished the race, I couldn’t help feeling really disappointed in myself. My ego was truly hurt, and I was angry for how tired I felt, and how lousy I did. I knew I was gonna do the ride portion in a longer time, because I kept it easy, plus I’ve been riding hundreds of miles back to back in the past weeks, yet, I still hoped I did better. But the run, that was bad. I had to walk parts of the run because I was exhausted. I know, I didn’t train for those race conditions, that’s why I was so dizzy after the swim that couldn’t climb up the stairs. I was exhausted in the run, because I never did a long run at mid-morning, also the bridges didn’t help! Still, yesterday I felt like a failure. I did think that if I was feeling like that after racing 70.3 miles, what made think I could complete 140.6 miles. I know its different circumstances, I should not compare. I was just hoping for a happy note in my life, which lately feels like I’m stuck on stupid with all the shit that’s been happening. Yes, we all have off days and we can’t help feeling crappy about it. Today I feel more focused, ready for this week and whatever is gonna bring me as far as personal and training is concerned. I’m only three weeks away from my big day, no time to waste, this is it!
Monday, October 25, 2010
Pain, the sweet, rewarding feeling on sooring pain!
27 days to go!!
Wow! I can’t believe Ironman Arizona is almost here! Time sure has flown, and all that has happened in such short time. I am a little tired, but I feel strong. Like my coach told me, what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger! I still wonder how we are putting all this together in one day!
So this weekend was my longest training so far, or as I called it, my weekend of excruciating hell!! I had to run 20 miles on Saturday. Its awesome to run in Miami in this time. The weather is not too hot, not cold, and seeing good friends on the road is always a plus. It went flawlessly, perhaps a bit slower than I would’ve like to. But that’s ok, in training, that’s why we have bike drills and track days, that’s where we get the heart rate pumping. My legs were really tired (yeah, moving your legs for almost four hours non-stop kind of does that to you!!) When I woke up on Sunday, I realized I was very sore from the day before…not a good sign, since I was about to have a long training day ahead of me. So I started my ride with the group, then they stopped for something technical, so I went on, since I was sure they were going to catch up with me, plus half of them were only doing a short distance and I had a long way to go. I normally don’t care, because there are so many cyclists on the road on Sunday morning. But this day the roads were empty, and the wind was hitting really hard! So my bottles were well stocked (the liquid was perhaps too salty, next time I should take the salts pills instead of throwing them in with the liquids. So I did a couple of loops past Robert’s. I was very concerned about the dogs, since the farmers open the gates and then the mean dogs run wild, and they LOVE to follow the bikes, and they are not cute!! Thank God no dogs were in sight, I was however, starting to lose it, repeating the loops with barely any tail wind. I had recently done a new fitting, a much more aggressive one (for the non cyclists, aggressive means being more aerodynamic) I had also bought a new saddle. So my ass and cooch were hurting, my upper back hurt even more! But the biggest issue was the wind. At some point I was doing 10 mph, horrible! I know!! I had no one to draft from, but I guess that’s works to my advantage as far as training goes. I stopped at this little Cuban shack on the road, which smelled like a Puertorican “chinchorro” I don’t really eat fried stuff these days, but the fried pork smelled really good! They were very nice and inviting, but I still had a long way to go. With fresh liquids I was on my way, which meant about 2 hours of head wind, so it was feeling very unpleasant to say the least. In that area past the Homestead Speedway you feel the wind coming in every direction. So I made another stop on the way, got fresh water and tried a Coke for the first time in my training. I didn’t feel much different as many people claim when they drink it. I was ready to lift the bike and throw it against the curb. My liquids were as hot as lukewarm soup. Have you ever had a mix of warm CarboPro, Accelerade and salt pills? Veeeeery nasty!!!! I had to continue to drink some anyway, because I could risk being dehydrated. So I completed 113 miles in over 8 hours….EIGHT HOURS PLUS??? Are you kidding me??? I was so pissed!! I have a piece of paper on my fridge that says “Swim: 1:45, Bike: 6:00, Run: 5:00) Its just inspirational, but knowing I was so far from my mark made me somewhat disappointed. I choose to believe that is not that I in fact suck, there were several factors involving my “oh my God, I SUCK!” day: 20 mile run on Saturday (plus a very busy day after) a new fitting, mad head wind.
I really didn’t want to run the 40 minutes. My upper back was really sore, and even my eye lashes hurt. Not to mention it was like 2pm already. But this is a crucial part of the training and needs to be done. You guys know how much I critize the Gallo-walkers, when they annoyingly run all together hovering the sidewalk then suddenly stop with no advice whatsoever (and Gosh, they don’t shut up!!). Well, I had to Gallo-walk the run (4 min run/1 mile walk) so even though I was extremely tired, my run felt fresh, except that I added way too much CarboPro on my water, so it was kind of nasty. I am glad my nutrition was right on the money, that’s one of the important parts in this training. If your hydration and nutrition are off, so is your race.
Now I’m looking forward to this upcoming weekend’s race: Miami 70.3, everyone I know is racing it! I am doing it as a training, so its even more fun!!
Let’s have fun you guys!!! See you on the road!
Wow! I can’t believe Ironman Arizona is almost here! Time sure has flown, and all that has happened in such short time. I am a little tired, but I feel strong. Like my coach told me, what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger! I still wonder how we are putting all this together in one day!
So this weekend was my longest training so far, or as I called it, my weekend of excruciating hell!! I had to run 20 miles on Saturday. Its awesome to run in Miami in this time. The weather is not too hot, not cold, and seeing good friends on the road is always a plus. It went flawlessly, perhaps a bit slower than I would’ve like to. But that’s ok, in training, that’s why we have bike drills and track days, that’s where we get the heart rate pumping. My legs were really tired (yeah, moving your legs for almost four hours non-stop kind of does that to you!!) When I woke up on Sunday, I realized I was very sore from the day before…not a good sign, since I was about to have a long training day ahead of me. So I started my ride with the group, then they stopped for something technical, so I went on, since I was sure they were going to catch up with me, plus half of them were only doing a short distance and I had a long way to go. I normally don’t care, because there are so many cyclists on the road on Sunday morning. But this day the roads were empty, and the wind was hitting really hard! So my bottles were well stocked (the liquid was perhaps too salty, next time I should take the salts pills instead of throwing them in with the liquids. So I did a couple of loops past Robert’s. I was very concerned about the dogs, since the farmers open the gates and then the mean dogs run wild, and they LOVE to follow the bikes, and they are not cute!! Thank God no dogs were in sight, I was however, starting to lose it, repeating the loops with barely any tail wind. I had recently done a new fitting, a much more aggressive one (for the non cyclists, aggressive means being more aerodynamic) I had also bought a new saddle. So my ass and cooch were hurting, my upper back hurt even more! But the biggest issue was the wind. At some point I was doing 10 mph, horrible! I know!! I had no one to draft from, but I guess that’s works to my advantage as far as training goes. I stopped at this little Cuban shack on the road, which smelled like a Puertorican “chinchorro” I don’t really eat fried stuff these days, but the fried pork smelled really good! They were very nice and inviting, but I still had a long way to go. With fresh liquids I was on my way, which meant about 2 hours of head wind, so it was feeling very unpleasant to say the least. In that area past the Homestead Speedway you feel the wind coming in every direction. So I made another stop on the way, got fresh water and tried a Coke for the first time in my training. I didn’t feel much different as many people claim when they drink it. I was ready to lift the bike and throw it against the curb. My liquids were as hot as lukewarm soup. Have you ever had a mix of warm CarboPro, Accelerade and salt pills? Veeeeery nasty!!!! I had to continue to drink some anyway, because I could risk being dehydrated. So I completed 113 miles in over 8 hours….EIGHT HOURS PLUS??? Are you kidding me??? I was so pissed!! I have a piece of paper on my fridge that says “Swim: 1:45, Bike: 6:00, Run: 5:00) Its just inspirational, but knowing I was so far from my mark made me somewhat disappointed. I choose to believe that is not that I in fact suck, there were several factors involving my “oh my God, I SUCK!” day: 20 mile run on Saturday (plus a very busy day after) a new fitting, mad head wind.
I really didn’t want to run the 40 minutes. My upper back was really sore, and even my eye lashes hurt. Not to mention it was like 2pm already. But this is a crucial part of the training and needs to be done. You guys know how much I critize the Gallo-walkers, when they annoyingly run all together hovering the sidewalk then suddenly stop with no advice whatsoever (and Gosh, they don’t shut up!!). Well, I had to Gallo-walk the run (4 min run/1 mile walk) so even though I was extremely tired, my run felt fresh, except that I added way too much CarboPro on my water, so it was kind of nasty. I am glad my nutrition was right on the money, that’s one of the important parts in this training. If your hydration and nutrition are off, so is your race.
Now I’m looking forward to this upcoming weekend’s race: Miami 70.3, everyone I know is racing it! I am doing it as a training, so its even more fun!!
Let’s have fun you guys!!! See you on the road!
Monday, October 18, 2010
the Hundreds, the Horrible Hundreds!!!
34 Days to go!!
So now is when my training gets good!! This past too weeks have been very strange. Adjusting to my new life is weird. I have not missed working, instead, I am really getting on my workout, while I try to figure out what's my next step, which I feel I'm so far from figuring out. My life was so organized, doing my workouts in the AM, go to work, snack, work, eat lunch, work, snack, work, get home, cook my next day's lunch and fix my next day's supper, then go to bed, and repeat. Now I feel like I am all over the place, and I still don't know where to go from here. I wish there was some career bottle genie who can blink and tell me, "this is your new career, enjoy!"
Oh well, while the rest of my life happens, I'm training my ass off!!
So I ran 18 miles, slower than I would actually like, but it was about the mileage and not about PR'ing in a long run (PR means Personal Record) I got new-old sneakers, meaning I bought the same Asics I got before, they're comfy! So running on Friday gave me a rest day in between, before the 100 miles I was about to do on Sunday.
I would've never thought in a million years I would be sitting on a bike's saddle for longer than 6 hours, for a second time! So the one hour run right after was rough by the end, because my cool drink became one hot bottle of Accelerade! yuck!!
The bike course was very windy, but I pulled through on my own! Many cyclists offered to pull me but I politely declined, replying that I was training for an Ironman, so I needed to ride solo. Many shouted, "you're brave!" or "you crazy girl, kick ass!" Some even thumped up. Hearing things like that totally put me back in the game, which often plays with my mind and takes me out a little. My cooch hurt, then my upper back hurt, then the tip of the big toes hurt, but the hurt flows, so its bearable. I thought, ok, the first 25 are done, then the next 50, then the 75, until finish line! I did two quick stops, one for water, the next for all fluids in and out of my body, if you know what I mean! I cant bring myself to pee in the saddle, must practice that, no matter how disgusting peeing on top of my water bottles might be!
I have felt very sad these days. Between my job loss and my lack of options, three family members being chronically ill (2 with terminal cancer, and the wife of one of them had a massive stroke leaving her unresponsive), and me worrying about my parents having to put all this struggle on their shoulders, my mind is busy. I've been feeling a bit lonely in this city, missing my "let's shoot the shit and bitch about stuff" friends who are far away, and my family too. I'm grateful for my training peers I'd like to call friends, those who have offered their help in my time of need and their laughs when I'm down. So I train, I keep busy, and look for the positive in all that's been going on. I know I will be ok, I'm healthy and surrounded by good people, that should be enough.
So now is when my training gets good!! This past too weeks have been very strange. Adjusting to my new life is weird. I have not missed working, instead, I am really getting on my workout, while I try to figure out what's my next step, which I feel I'm so far from figuring out. My life was so organized, doing my workouts in the AM, go to work, snack, work, eat lunch, work, snack, work, get home, cook my next day's lunch and fix my next day's supper, then go to bed, and repeat. Now I feel like I am all over the place, and I still don't know where to go from here. I wish there was some career bottle genie who can blink and tell me, "this is your new career, enjoy!"
Oh well, while the rest of my life happens, I'm training my ass off!!
So I ran 18 miles, slower than I would actually like, but it was about the mileage and not about PR'ing in a long run (PR means Personal Record) I got new-old sneakers, meaning I bought the same Asics I got before, they're comfy! So running on Friday gave me a rest day in between, before the 100 miles I was about to do on Sunday.
I would've never thought in a million years I would be sitting on a bike's saddle for longer than 6 hours, for a second time! So the one hour run right after was rough by the end, because my cool drink became one hot bottle of Accelerade! yuck!!
The bike course was very windy, but I pulled through on my own! Many cyclists offered to pull me but I politely declined, replying that I was training for an Ironman, so I needed to ride solo. Many shouted, "you're brave!" or "you crazy girl, kick ass!" Some even thumped up. Hearing things like that totally put me back in the game, which often plays with my mind and takes me out a little. My cooch hurt, then my upper back hurt, then the tip of the big toes hurt, but the hurt flows, so its bearable. I thought, ok, the first 25 are done, then the next 50, then the 75, until finish line! I did two quick stops, one for water, the next for all fluids in and out of my body, if you know what I mean! I cant bring myself to pee in the saddle, must practice that, no matter how disgusting peeing on top of my water bottles might be!
I have felt very sad these days. Between my job loss and my lack of options, three family members being chronically ill (2 with terminal cancer, and the wife of one of them had a massive stroke leaving her unresponsive), and me worrying about my parents having to put all this struggle on their shoulders, my mind is busy. I've been feeling a bit lonely in this city, missing my "let's shoot the shit and bitch about stuff" friends who are far away, and my family too. I'm grateful for my training peers I'd like to call friends, those who have offered their help in my time of need and their laughs when I'm down. So I train, I keep busy, and look for the positive in all that's been going on. I know I will be ok, I'm healthy and surrounded by good people, that should be enough.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Nine Years and Eleven Months Later...
48 days to go!!!!
Yesterday, as I was getting ready ready to document my new adventures on my 15 minutes of fame in the making and the way the cameraman felt like my own personal stalker as I ran 15 miles, or my amazing 90 mile ride/5 mile run, I received the news no employee in a bad economy wants to hear. Around 11:30a, my boss informed me I had been laid off, and my position had been eliminated. It was a kick in the balls, if I had any. After one month shy of my ten year anniversary, I had become unemployed. I feel weird, but I feel good, I perhaps had one of the best bike drills ever!! I'll be ok, maybe this is a moment to revisit my goals in life. I can't wait to see what awaits me from now on. So guys, looking for someone? I'm available!! While I do that, I'll be training like a crazy woman!! I feel really focused on my training, I even feel like painting! I don't know if the segment they were filming me will be completed now that I'm not there, but if so, I will definitely keep you all posted! Thanks to all of you who have called me to check up on me. Love you guys!!!
Yesterday, as I was getting ready ready to document my new adventures on my 15 minutes of fame in the making and the way the cameraman felt like my own personal stalker as I ran 15 miles, or my amazing 90 mile ride/5 mile run, I received the news no employee in a bad economy wants to hear. Around 11:30a, my boss informed me I had been laid off, and my position had been eliminated. It was a kick in the balls, if I had any. After one month shy of my ten year anniversary, I had become unemployed. I feel weird, but I feel good, I perhaps had one of the best bike drills ever!! I'll be ok, maybe this is a moment to revisit my goals in life. I can't wait to see what awaits me from now on. So guys, looking for someone? I'm available!! While I do that, I'll be training like a crazy woman!! I feel really focused on my training, I even feel like painting! I don't know if the segment they were filming me will be completed now that I'm not there, but if so, I will definitely keep you all posted! Thanks to all of you who have called me to check up on me. Love you guys!!!
Monday, September 20, 2010
the 100 mile virgin no longer!!
62 days to go!!
Holaaaa!! So here I am, ready for a wonderful week!!! Recovery week!!! So I think my injury is taking another direction. Or maybe I am actually getting better! Who knows? Now I have to use more heat pads, but I have less tingling sensation and my afternoons are less annoying, so that’s a positive. My lower back gets a little stiff after a long workout, so I do my never ending stretches, then right after I ice it and heat it, then I apply some refreshing Ben-gay, Icy Hot or the one Juana (my acupuncturist) gave me that’s natural. Yeah, I smell like an arthritic old woman! Hey, whatever works, right? Perhaps the acupuncture is actually doing something; I’d like to think that! So this weekend I did my ever first 100 miles on the bike!! I’m telling you, what a milestone!! It was a rough day, heavy wind, so heavy you could see tree branches bend! Every time I felt tail wind I kept thinking, “the head wind is gonna suck on the way back!” Of course, my group began riding at 21 mph, which for me is hard to maintain, much less in such distance, so I was ok having them dropping me. I was being pulled by my riding angel Kike, but after a while Coach Evil told him to go, and he stayed with me. Boy was I glad!! The wind was rough, so the pulling was much appreciated! I felt bad, because Frank (aka Coach Evil) stayed at a pace I could follow without killing myself. I know is a cliché, but truly is mind over body! Your body starts breaking down. My cooch started hurting, then my back was tired, then I got cramps in my toes. I didn’t know whether to ride aero or not.
So I was happy to see after 6 long hours I was done with my work out! Or was I? I still had to run the brick! So yes, I ran 40 minutes right after! I think that was more mentally painful than the ride! I couldn’t put one foot in front of the next, so I had to kick it Galloway style. I began running for 3 minutes, walking for one minute, so it wasn’t that excruciating. I just wanted to be over!!! Needless to say, I took a 3 hr nap, and ate a big wrap from Off the Grille!!
The only thing that kept me going is to keep reminding yourself why you’re doing this….but after 85 miles you ask yourself, wait a minute, why the hell am I doing this?
Holaaaa!! So here I am, ready for a wonderful week!!! Recovery week!!! So I think my injury is taking another direction. Or maybe I am actually getting better! Who knows? Now I have to use more heat pads, but I have less tingling sensation and my afternoons are less annoying, so that’s a positive. My lower back gets a little stiff after a long workout, so I do my never ending stretches, then right after I ice it and heat it, then I apply some refreshing Ben-gay, Icy Hot or the one Juana (my acupuncturist) gave me that’s natural. Yeah, I smell like an arthritic old woman! Hey, whatever works, right? Perhaps the acupuncture is actually doing something; I’d like to think that! So this weekend I did my ever first 100 miles on the bike!! I’m telling you, what a milestone!! It was a rough day, heavy wind, so heavy you could see tree branches bend! Every time I felt tail wind I kept thinking, “the head wind is gonna suck on the way back!” Of course, my group began riding at 21 mph, which for me is hard to maintain, much less in such distance, so I was ok having them dropping me. I was being pulled by my riding angel Kike, but after a while Coach Evil told him to go, and he stayed with me. Boy was I glad!! The wind was rough, so the pulling was much appreciated! I felt bad, because Frank (aka Coach Evil) stayed at a pace I could follow without killing myself. I know is a cliché, but truly is mind over body! Your body starts breaking down. My cooch started hurting, then my back was tired, then I got cramps in my toes. I didn’t know whether to ride aero or not.
So I was happy to see after 6 long hours I was done with my work out! Or was I? I still had to run the brick! So yes, I ran 40 minutes right after! I think that was more mentally painful than the ride! I couldn’t put one foot in front of the next, so I had to kick it Galloway style. I began running for 3 minutes, walking for one minute, so it wasn’t that excruciating. I just wanted to be over!!! Needless to say, I took a 3 hr nap, and ate a big wrap from Off the Grille!!
The only thing that kept me going is to keep reminding yourself why you’re doing this….but after 85 miles you ask yourself, wait a minute, why the hell am I doing this?
Monday, September 13, 2010
train, pray, and the game face
69 days to go!
Well, it has been kind of an off week. I got sick for like three days, which totally threw my training off balance. The mileage is starting to add up, but not overwhelmingly. Although my Sunday ride was disastrous. Just when I thought, “damn, I’m feeling stronger, I’m kicking ass!” I woke up with a stiff back, so I was concerned whether or not this was one of those symptoms before my disc goes completely to shit, and then I thought I was doing 5 hrs, 19 mph. Instead, they went MUCH faster and only 4 hrs. I don’t expect to have anybody babysitting me, much less when we ride, and I also know my limitations, but if I knew that, I would’ve done something different. I know when to push myself, and when to sit it down. I wasn’t feeling well enough to attempt to haul ass for that amount of time after not training due to a nasty cold. So my friend stayed behind with me (thx Kike!). I don’t mind staying behind, but I didn’t feel safe riding Biscayne Blvd. Needless to say, I have no desire in EVER riding to Hollywood again! The roads are ridiculously bumpy, there’s much less respect for the cyclist, I don’t know, I was just plain pissed the whole way!!
So I don’t think the disc is getting better at all. It frustrates me, because here I am, twice a day, stretching like crazy and nothing feels different, at all! Every day, I get up in the morning and the tingling sensation says to me “yep, I’m still here!” I sit, it tingles, I get up it tingles, I sit too long, you guessed it. I obligate myself to get up often during the day, so by 6pm I don’t get that pain that is just plain annoying, from the hamstring to the side calf. I cant even go to visit my friends up north without having to stop the car about 4-5 times to walk it off.
I’m still going to the acupuncturist; I’d like to think is helping somehow, that maybe after a couple of visits it will fully heal, but really, no difference. So I do yoga, I stretch, acupuncture, I did special anti inflammatories (Aleve works better, can you believe it?), hell, I even did a damn epidural that did not even tickle the damn hernia, and the bitches charged me over $300, so let’s add insult to injury, literally! I’m just not too positive today. I’m just a little sick and tired of this feeling. I cry sometimes because I don’t know what else to do, then I remember those who are impaired or injured and can’t do any, or any of the 6 people in my life who are battling cancer and chemo is kicking their ass, so I feel sad. Then I get mad because I can’t even bitch about it not even for a second without someone telling me how half full my glass is and how I should remember unfortunate others are.! Coño, we need to let it out sometimes!! So there, I’m done with the bitchin, back to my glass full life.
Back to my training so I get stronger, to my praying so my disc gets better every day, and to my “Bring it on Bitches!” attitude, God knows I need it. Man, I'm in such a dire need of good news....
Well, it has been kind of an off week. I got sick for like three days, which totally threw my training off balance. The mileage is starting to add up, but not overwhelmingly. Although my Sunday ride was disastrous. Just when I thought, “damn, I’m feeling stronger, I’m kicking ass!” I woke up with a stiff back, so I was concerned whether or not this was one of those symptoms before my disc goes completely to shit, and then I thought I was doing 5 hrs, 19 mph. Instead, they went MUCH faster and only 4 hrs. I don’t expect to have anybody babysitting me, much less when we ride, and I also know my limitations, but if I knew that, I would’ve done something different. I know when to push myself, and when to sit it down. I wasn’t feeling well enough to attempt to haul ass for that amount of time after not training due to a nasty cold. So my friend stayed behind with me (thx Kike!). I don’t mind staying behind, but I didn’t feel safe riding Biscayne Blvd. Needless to say, I have no desire in EVER riding to Hollywood again! The roads are ridiculously bumpy, there’s much less respect for the cyclist, I don’t know, I was just plain pissed the whole way!!
So I don’t think the disc is getting better at all. It frustrates me, because here I am, twice a day, stretching like crazy and nothing feels different, at all! Every day, I get up in the morning and the tingling sensation says to me “yep, I’m still here!” I sit, it tingles, I get up it tingles, I sit too long, you guessed it. I obligate myself to get up often during the day, so by 6pm I don’t get that pain that is just plain annoying, from the hamstring to the side calf. I cant even go to visit my friends up north without having to stop the car about 4-5 times to walk it off.
I’m still going to the acupuncturist; I’d like to think is helping somehow, that maybe after a couple of visits it will fully heal, but really, no difference. So I do yoga, I stretch, acupuncture, I did special anti inflammatories (Aleve works better, can you believe it?), hell, I even did a damn epidural that did not even tickle the damn hernia, and the bitches charged me over $300, so let’s add insult to injury, literally! I’m just not too positive today. I’m just a little sick and tired of this feeling. I cry sometimes because I don’t know what else to do, then I remember those who are impaired or injured and can’t do any, or any of the 6 people in my life who are battling cancer and chemo is kicking their ass, so I feel sad. Then I get mad because I can’t even bitch about it not even for a second without someone telling me how half full my glass is and how I should remember unfortunate others are.! Coño, we need to let it out sometimes!! So there, I’m done with the bitchin, back to my glass full life.
Back to my training so I get stronger, to my praying so my disc gets better every day, and to my “Bring it on Bitches!” attitude, God knows I need it. Man, I'm in such a dire need of good news....
Monday, August 30, 2010
A swim, then another swim, a shorter bike and a run....oh yeah, and yet another bike!!
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| me with Oscar, Sandra, Diane and Sharriff |
Yesterday I did an Olympic race, followed by a 3 hr bike ride.
Weirdest race ever!
Swim:
About 10 seconds before the wave start, it began pouring!! So when our wave started, we jumped it, only to realize from a calm, cloudy morning, it has changed to a crazy, windy storm! The water immediately got very choppy and the wind kept pushing us to the left. I could only swim on the left side, that's how bad the rain was! We could not see our way, nor the buoys. I started to follow all the light blue caps, but many were just standing there calling for lifeguards. Then a huge lightning followed quickly by a thunder struck! I said "oh shit!" I'm too far to turn, so I'll finish. Then I was able to follow the orange caps of the wave behind me. About a 1/4 mile into the swim, someone reaches me and tells me, "the race has been canceled!" So we all swam back to shore. 3 minutes later they restarted the race, cutting the swimming distance to a 1/2 mile.
Bike:
We get to transition and everything is so wet!! Thank God my stuff was one of the few that was only soaking wet and not under water! Got on the bike and although there were some puddles on the road, it felt safe. So I'm thinking, I'll go moderate, and really push it on the second loop! Only to hear the volunteers shouting "only one loop!" What?? Are you kidding me??
Run:
The run was fine, but my socks and sneakers were soaked. I did exactly what I said I was gonna do. I did an effortless 10 min/mile. The run really felt like we were doing Mudder races. The course was full of puddles and mud. I was looking for the 100m obstacle course! I think putting salt pills in my drink bottles is what saved the day. I finished fresh!
the Longer Bike:
The 3hr bike ride was windy. I was tired and realized it in the first loop. But I figured, doing a race and then go training will prepare me so much more for the conditions I might or will experience in an Ironman. I think mountain bikes were passing me! But I figured, its all about the saddle time. I also figured out I need to make changes in my nutrition. As I finished, I felt so nauseous I didn't wanna eat, but while I stretched, I still drank my Endurox, a banana and an apple. It made me feel better, but my stomach felt like in Augusta, so time to try something new in my nutrition.
I'm glad I get to race with the people I call my friends! As I ran, I cheered everyone who was under the weather, as well as to those who were giving their 110%, I even pointed out a hot ass Hammerhead to a fellow runner! (By the way, where the hell did he come from?)
Oh! and I tried some acupuncture for my disc, and I think it's making me feel a little better! Juana is all about being spiritual and she knows her shit! I'm perhaps the least spiritual person, but I believe in positive thinking and although I was wondering about the spritual side of Chinese medicine, whatever! It works, I wont question it if you're making me all better!
Monday, August 23, 2010
La cosa se pone buena!!
90 days to go!
So yes, Many of you know by now, I went for a second opinion regarding my herniated disk. The new doc says he's be crazy to operate on me! Apparently the stretches and the yoga are working wonders. I'm gradually feeling better, perhaps 10% better every week. I think the moment the doc ok'ed me to continue, I automatically felt better! Amazing what the mind can do! I continue to be careful, so if you need any help moving that piece of furniture, or carry your 57 lb baby, its not gonna happen! I don't mean to be a bitch, I just don't want to. Oh yeah!! and the hernia, yeah, because of the hernia!!
I had a hard week. Every day I feel stronger and better at my game. I had an ok bike drill (I need to do it with other people) A very tiring swim session and strong (but short, due to heavy rain) track session. The Saturday run was challenging, getting out of my comfort zone for 12 miles, and I liked it!!
Then the 82 mile bike ride on Sunday. This is furthest I've ever ridden! The Adamo saddle did not make it easier, but everyone says I will get used to it. Yeah, because my ass will eventually be deformed! It helped that I have an awesome training group who challenge me. The problem is that when I get tired on the bike I start cursing. I try not to, they just come out! So now I try to curse in very Puertorican, so I don't offend my fellow athletes. Unfortunately I train with four very Puertorican people who now think I'm a total potty mouth. Oh f*ck it, they'll survive!
I tried Powerbar Endurance in my ride (along with the crackhead mix of Perpetuem, salt pills and Accelerade). Totally recommend it!! It tastes good! I am looking into the 80-10-10 lifestyle. I don't know if discarding pizza forever will be in my plans, but I'm definitely interested in implementing it in my diet. I'll keep you posted.
So yes, Many of you know by now, I went for a second opinion regarding my herniated disk. The new doc says he's be crazy to operate on me! Apparently the stretches and the yoga are working wonders. I'm gradually feeling better, perhaps 10% better every week. I think the moment the doc ok'ed me to continue, I automatically felt better! Amazing what the mind can do! I continue to be careful, so if you need any help moving that piece of furniture, or carry your 57 lb baby, its not gonna happen! I don't mean to be a bitch, I just don't want to. Oh yeah!! and the hernia, yeah, because of the hernia!!
I had a hard week. Every day I feel stronger and better at my game. I had an ok bike drill (I need to do it with other people) A very tiring swim session and strong (but short, due to heavy rain) track session. The Saturday run was challenging, getting out of my comfort zone for 12 miles, and I liked it!!
Then the 82 mile bike ride on Sunday. This is furthest I've ever ridden! The Adamo saddle did not make it easier, but everyone says I will get used to it. Yeah, because my ass will eventually be deformed! It helped that I have an awesome training group who challenge me. The problem is that when I get tired on the bike I start cursing. I try not to, they just come out! So now I try to curse in very Puertorican, so I don't offend my fellow athletes. Unfortunately I train with four very Puertorican people who now think I'm a total potty mouth. Oh f*ck it, they'll survive!
I tried Powerbar Endurance in my ride (along with the crackhead mix of Perpetuem, salt pills and Accelerade). Totally recommend it!! It tastes good! I am looking into the 80-10-10 lifestyle. I don't know if discarding pizza forever will be in my plans, but I'm definitely interested in implementing it in my diet. I'll keep you posted.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Not until the Fat Lady sings!
94 days to go!
Ok, so it's been kind of a long week for me. After going through an epidural without having to give birth, the damn injection did not do absolutely nothing! So my doc wanted to do two more, if that didnt work, then surgery....ummm WHAT??? People tell me horror stories, that I will feel fine until one "fine" day, my disk will turn against me and will leave me motionless! I asked about other alternatives, but I think my dr did not like that word. All I want is to be able to do whatever is in my power to help get better! I'm not expecting to go to the mountains and chant my way out of the hernia!! (wait, would that work?) I've been researching whatever options I can find. But no one tells me what I can or should not do as far as workout. This weekend I've been very sad, just the thought of quitting Ironman. Most of my friends think I should sit this one down, that it's not worth it. Very few believe I can pull it off and finish strong. I know my friends and colleagues mean well, and they don't want to see me hurt. But an Ironman, in my book, is the biggest milestone in my life so far! Coming from being the laziest smoking/drinking/partying human being I know, to be completing this, man I tell you, right now, doesn't get any better than that! And now you're telling me I cant do it?
Fuck that......not until the Fat Lady sings.
Well, with some modifications, of course! I'm doing what I believe is right for my body without pushing it to hurtful extents. So far, I've taken upon myself to stretch a little more, some more yoga, and to not run. As it turns out, I can power walk as fast as 13:30min/mile! Technically, my back doesn't hurt, (the tingling sensation comes and goes, but it doesn't get worse with workout, it actually gets better!) and I feel the best when I'm working out and being active. Anyway, tomorrow I'll get a second opinion. I hope its better news. The way I see it, my boy Ralphie has no option, he would NEVER be able to scratch his face with his own hand, let alone finish a race. So what am I bitching about?
weight: 129 lbs
Ok, so it's been kind of a long week for me. After going through an epidural without having to give birth, the damn injection did not do absolutely nothing! So my doc wanted to do two more, if that didnt work, then surgery....ummm WHAT??? People tell me horror stories, that I will feel fine until one "fine" day, my disk will turn against me and will leave me motionless! I asked about other alternatives, but I think my dr did not like that word. All I want is to be able to do whatever is in my power to help get better! I'm not expecting to go to the mountains and chant my way out of the hernia!! (wait, would that work?) I've been researching whatever options I can find. But no one tells me what I can or should not do as far as workout. This weekend I've been very sad, just the thought of quitting Ironman. Most of my friends think I should sit this one down, that it's not worth it. Very few believe I can pull it off and finish strong. I know my friends and colleagues mean well, and they don't want to see me hurt. But an Ironman, in my book, is the biggest milestone in my life so far! Coming from being the laziest smoking/drinking/partying human being I know, to be completing this, man I tell you, right now, doesn't get any better than that! And now you're telling me I cant do it?
Fuck that......not until the Fat Lady sings.
Well, with some modifications, of course! I'm doing what I believe is right for my body without pushing it to hurtful extents. So far, I've taken upon myself to stretch a little more, some more yoga, and to not run. As it turns out, I can power walk as fast as 13:30min/mile! Technically, my back doesn't hurt, (the tingling sensation comes and goes, but it doesn't get worse with workout, it actually gets better!) and I feel the best when I'm working out and being active. Anyway, tomorrow I'll get a second opinion. I hope its better news. The way I see it, my boy Ralphie has no option, he would NEVER be able to scratch his face with his own hand, let alone finish a race. So what am I bitching about?
weight: 129 lbs
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Sad, pissed, but hopeful
We had an awesome workout last weekend! I was able to stay with the pack the whole time, and remaining fresh at the same time! i felt really accomplished, and also stronger as a cyclist.
I got an MRI done. I was a little bummed out to learn a herniated disk, especially when the doc at first said "no marathons." But he said it was ok to continue, but to clearly listen to my body. My back doesn't bother me, it reflects in my leg, and only when I'm sitting down long longer periods of time. I'm good when I'm running fast and in long workouts, go figure!
So I got one of three epidurals in my lumbar. This is supposed to take down the swelling and to turn me back to normal. It hurt like a mother fucker!! I think it was more the fact that I was scared and thought it was about to hurt much more. So yes, I cried. Once the anesthesia runs out, your but feels like you are constipated (or at least what I think constipated feels like!) I hope this works. The tingling in my leg is really annoying!
I'm gonna continue my training as scheduled, but with some walking/running involved, to avoid the pounding.
I have hope I'm gonna get better, I'm gonna be smart about it. This is only gonna make me stronger!!!
I got an MRI done. I was a little bummed out to learn a herniated disk, especially when the doc at first said "no marathons." But he said it was ok to continue, but to clearly listen to my body. My back doesn't bother me, it reflects in my leg, and only when I'm sitting down long longer periods of time. I'm good when I'm running fast and in long workouts, go figure!
So I got one of three epidurals in my lumbar. This is supposed to take down the swelling and to turn me back to normal. It hurt like a mother fucker!! I think it was more the fact that I was scared and thought it was about to hurt much more. So yes, I cried. Once the anesthesia runs out, your but feels like you are constipated (or at least what I think constipated feels like!) I hope this works. The tingling in my leg is really annoying!
I'm gonna continue my training as scheduled, but with some walking/running involved, to avoid the pounding.
Monday, August 2, 2010
My First Blog!
Sometime ago, I was told that perhaps I should blog all the crap I write on my Facebook status. Well, I chose to document my next 111 days on my way to upcoming first Ironman in Arizona! Gracias Pepe por la idea!
Well, as I start a new week, I wonder about last week's training and why did I feel slow. Even though I've had my doubts in the past, I trust Frank, he's done this before. I'm paranoid about the swim because I want to make sure I make the cut-off time. I'm scared about the bike, because I want to make sure that my nerves don't take the best of me if I get a flat. I worry about the run, because I don't want my mind to play dirty games.
I know I can do this, I will be ready by November! Now I just hope this tingling sensation thing in my lower leg goes away, because is really getting on my nerve. No, really, it IS affecting my nerve somehow!
Weight today: 132 lbs.
Knowing my weight is not solely for self humilliation, I just want to see how much I have lost or improved by the end of my journey.
Well, as I start a new week, I wonder about last week's training and why did I feel slow. Even though I've had my doubts in the past, I trust Frank, he's done this before. I'm paranoid about the swim because I want to make sure I make the cut-off time. I'm scared about the bike, because I want to make sure that my nerves don't take the best of me if I get a flat. I worry about the run, because I don't want my mind to play dirty games.
I know I can do this, I will be ready by November! Now I just hope this tingling sensation thing in my lower leg goes away, because is really getting on my nerve. No, really, it IS affecting my nerve somehow!
Weight today: 132 lbs.
Knowing my weight is not solely for self humilliation, I just want to see how much I have lost or improved by the end of my journey.
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