As promised, I will continue updating on my tri experiences! Tri Latta was my 2nd Triathlon and took place at the Latta Plantation outside of Charlotte, NC. The biggest challenge of this triathlon was preparing physically and mentally for the open-water swim. I arrived in Charlotte on Friday evening and had a great stay at a local Bread and Breakfast. Saturday consisted of a light 20 minute run in the AM to get the legs moving, some delicious homemade down home breakfast and then a trip to Carowinds Amusement Park. Luckily the park was not crowded at all and Ryan and I were able to do everything we wanted in about 5 hours. We caught the USA WC match before picking up our race packets and attending the course briefing. Seeing everyone around and the swim course set up definitely did not ease any anxiety that I had. We enjoyed a quick and simple pasta dinner at the local Olive Garden and hit the bed early for a 5am Wake Up. Oh how I love Triathlon start times!
They will soar on wings like eagles;they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Tri Latta
As promised, I will continue updating on my tri experiences! Tri Latta was my 2nd Triathlon and took place at the Latta Plantation outside of Charlotte, NC. The biggest challenge of this triathlon was preparing physically and mentally for the open-water swim. I arrived in Charlotte on Friday evening and had a great stay at a local Bread and Breakfast. Saturday consisted of a light 20 minute run in the AM to get the legs moving, some delicious homemade down home breakfast and then a trip to Carowinds Amusement Park. Luckily the park was not crowded at all and Ryan and I were able to do everything we wanted in about 5 hours. We caught the USA WC match before picking up our race packets and attending the course briefing. Seeing everyone around and the swim course set up definitely did not ease any anxiety that I had. We enjoyed a quick and simple pasta dinner at the local Olive Garden and hit the bed early for a 5am Wake Up. Oh how I love Triathlon start times!
Pounding Asphalt
Or Not. With the recent influx of freezing cold temperatures I have deemed it necessary to ride my bike indoors. I did some shopping around for a decent and affordable indoor trainer and ended up finding a perfect MagTrainer at Dick's. Though the sun still shines during the day, the cold air and wind is just unbearable on the bike. I set up the trainer and conveniently placed my bike directly in front of the window so I could watch the world go by, or just the people. I pounded the peddles for an hour this morning while watching the happenings of 22 St., New Hampshire Ave. and L St. NW. Absolutely nothing interesting happened. This ride was phase 1 of my brick workout, normally I would ride for about 2 hours but the trainer seems to be a bit more exhausting then the street! I followed the ride with about a 6 mile run around DC. It didn't seem to cold for the run, until I was along the River and the wind coming across it was chilly! So at the end of the day I was able to pound some asphalt during the run, which felt great!
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Humble Beginnings: The First Triathlon
My first triathlon, was what I would now call, low key. The setting was Statesboro, GA (Georgia Southern University to be exact), February 28, 2009. The swim would take place in the same pool I swam in every few mornings for training, the bike course took place right by our soccer field, and the run was a simple loop I'd run at least once a week since my 2nd semester at GSU! I was eager, excited, full of anticipation and nervous to boot before this first triathlon. I was able to get my hands on a nice WSD Trek 1000 from my coach for a couple weeks to practice on and use in the race. I headed out to Walmart to purchase an extraordinarily huge one size-fits-all helmet and pretty much felt ready to rock. My brother had previously bought my a nice pair of tri shorts while I was in DC visiting GWU. I simply paired those with a nice salmon colored sports bra and had a great race outfit for Tri #1. My experience with triathlons leading up to this event was slim to none, I had watched my brother at the Culpeper Sprint Triathlon during the prior summer. My training leading up to race day consisted of running, swimming, and minimal biking. I was swimming to complete 500m, in a decent time with enough energy to bike and run well. I had never thought of doing a "Brick Workout" (which are now a regular weekly occurance) or the fact that it might be cold at 7am in February! I took the liberty of training when the weather was perfectly sunny and warm, or closest to it. As race day came along I attended the course briefing the night before and picked up some tips, such as setting up your transition area for success and having enough water, etc. I headed home and tried to get as much sleep as possible. The next morning came early! And of course it was raining, so I borrowed my roommates rain jacket, grabbed a long-sleeve dri-fit top and loaded the bike on the car to head out. Now the race start was maybe 1 mile from my apartment, not even, but I felt the need to drive. I was a nervous wreck, shaking as I was body marked and feeling the anticipation build as I watched people set their TA's and prepare to swim. I nervously set up my transition area in the cold rain and then headed inside toward the pool to fall into line according to my number. The swim started as what I believe is known as a time trial start, so swimmers were staggered one by one every 15 seconds. I started about 8 minutes into the race I believe, so plenty of time to watch people navigate the pool waters.
The best thing to come of this tri was my love for the multi-sport scene! It took me over a year to do another tri, but I can say I was much better prepared for the next one. During the time between I trained all aspects, purchased my own WSD Trek 1000 and read a bit about triathlons. I also considered and still do consider joining the DC Tri Club. Obviously, I have yet to join, but I have joined USAT, yahoo for no more 1 day memberships! What is that keeps me from joining the DC Tri Club? I'm not sure, the money maybe, or perhaps the fact that I enjoy training on my own a whole lot. It wouldn't hurt to learn from some people who have been successful at the exact places I want to go. The GSU Sprint Tri introduced me to the fun, competition, glory, thrill, and adventure of multi-sport and has really given me another passion to put my efforts into. I hope you all will join me as our efforts will continue to grow and culminate into something great.
GSU Sprint Tri Results: 500 m swim, 12 mile bike, 5 k run: 1:19:58
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Tri That!
It's been a couple months since my last triathlon and I can't wait for February/March to roll around so the racing can start all over again. I've been kept quite busy with Flag football, Outdoor Soccer, Indoor Soccer and not to mention OSCE, practical, and written exams for school. Both football and outdoor soccer came to a close this weekend with great results. 2 championships and great teamwork all around. I do really enjoy team sports, how could I not, I put my heart and soul into teamwork and soccer for 18 years. While training this weekend it really hit me why I enjoy triathlon and the individual aspect of the sport. I don't have to compete with anybody. When I go out and train I don't have to compete with the person next to me for playing time or worry that a mistake means I won't start the next game. I have to opportunity to compete with others when it's time to race, which is great and one of the reasons I absolutely love the racing aspect of it, but I also have the opportunity to compete with myself and prove to myself the efforts I have put forth leading up to the race were worth while. One thing that can easily discourage me is seeing people finish before or close to my time who have not trained nearly as much as I have. It does work out that these people are young men, so I guess naturally they will have a little bit faster times than me. But I do enjoy reveling in the fruits of my labor post-race. Not to be too discouraged though because most importantly is that the training has provided me with greater strength, endurance, mental toughness, and perseverance to perform better and build on the foundation I have laid.
Monday, October 25, 2010
33,000 ft and Rising
It has been a hectic couple of weeks but it seems to be slowing down and getting back to sanity. We had 4 midterms, or should I say opportunities for excellence, last and week and our last one tomorrow. I feel like I have been a book worm for over a week now, it will be nice to not feel the need to be studying something every chance I get for a week or two. I took a little trip and headed down to Statesboro, GA for the weekend to visit with Ryan and catch the soccer games. Not only did I get to do both of those things but the Bulloch County Fair was also in town! What an awesome weekend to visit, I got to take Ryan on his first Gravitron experience! You know, the ride the spins really fast and the floor “drops” out. In great southern fair fashion they were selling fried pickles, fried oreos, fried snickers, fried twinkies, and even fried butter! I couldn’t believe it! That really shouldn’t even be legal, there is no nutritional benefit to putting fried butter in your mouth. We were also able to have a nice evening dinner at 119 Chops, probably the best restaurant in Statesboro on Saturday, just like old times! It’s hard to believe that very well might have been our last time in Statesboro, ok we’ll probably be back for alumni events at some point but with one of us as a student.
So I am currently on US AirWays 1232 from JAX to DCA so I can get home and get ready for my final midterm and get back to exercising! Ryan and I did make it out and about for a nice 6 miler but we also made 4 pies ( 1 Dutch apple and 3 pumpkin) so I had my fare share of pie and Ice cream over the past couple days! But, more about the flight due to a somewhat unusual experience. The unusualness started at security at JAX when both my backpack and my duffel bag had to be searched. Apparently the culprits were my reflex hammer and a small candle, both of which I was allowed to have but apparently they were suspicious looking in the x-ray machine. While it bothered me at the time that I had to wait for them to look through my bags even though they were fine on the way down it is now helping ease my mind just a bit. As horrible as racial profiling is I am definitely guilty especially when flying. I arrived at my gate during boarding and found 2 men, when green head wraps and beards waiting there as well. The head wrap reminded me completely of what Professor wears in The Sorcer’s Stone to cover Voldemort’s face on the back of his head. Anyways, I walk down the jet way to board the plane and found myself waiting behind one of the gentleman. The only normal things about him being his video camera and NorthFace backpack. I got a good long look at this man and I know I did not have the most pleasant face during this time. I noticed he had a small picture tucked into one of the folds of his head wrap, now I’m not sure of this is common among the culture but odd definitely. I definitely began to get an autonomic response, I think if I was a pt with T4 SCI you would have called it autonomic dysreflexia. My heart was racing, I was shaking and all I could think was should I turn around and ask the gate agent if there are any other flights into DC this evening? I didn’t do it though, knowing that TSA was scrutinizing every last item in the luggage, I figured I might as well get on the plane. So here I am at 33,000 feet with 2 people, I am deathly afraid of and 200 others who I don’t know at all, but who would hopefully be brave enough to fight. Unfortunatly I have already purchased a ticket home for thanksgiving and a ticket to New Orleans for CSM in February, but I may not be flying again any time soon. I just don’t like being scared when I am flying and I was scared and shaking and wanting to cry the entire first half of this flight.
Alas, I am nor comfortably in my chair watching the minutes tick by until our wheels are safely on the ground again. It will be nice to get on the metro and get back into DC.