Thursday, June 10, 2010

Dear Readers, Friends, Creepy Internet Friends and Fellow FREAKS....

It's not you, it's ME! We've all heard that before, right? Well, that is the case here as well. I have enjoyed my time here but I'm afraid it must come to a close. This is not a ploy for you to beg me to stay. I've been thinking about it for a while. I guess I just feel like everything has run its course, at this point. While I still have so much to say, I am finding that it (at times) has become more of a job than a joy....as you can tell since I haven't posted in over a week. Like anything, I want to enjoy it and if it becomes a job, I best be gettin' paid for this shiz.


I have had the pleasure of meeting a few of you real live and in person. That has been the best part - or even just the hey, aren't you Missy? At a race. That is fun. I kinda feel like I've grown up with so many of you in these endurance and triathlon endeavors. I love the support, advice and general good times that this has provided. I still hope to meet some of yous someday...at a race or at a ride.

My hope is that, at one time or another, I made you laugh until you shot your drink out your nose. If I did that to you one time, then my job here is complete and that makes me happy. Oh, and if I ever do get that great book or writing gig...you better buy it;)
Here's a few links to some of my favorite posts over the years, for those that you may have missed. These are just some of my fav's from the archives.

My First Ever Post

Phases of Ironman Training

The Happiest Pee Ever

Funny Mom Stories for Monday - the Fire Marshall

Beach2Battleship Ramblings

RIP Kasha

All my best to you and never let me hear you say I CAN'T...I find nothing more irritating. If you're ever hurting for blog material, give me a buzz or I can guest post - I stills gots lots of ideas. For anyone that wants to keep in touch, my email is on my info page! And that, my friends, is all she wrote...

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

The American Triple T - Race #4

Finally, the half ironman, the last day, the last race of the American Triple T Ohio. You know the distance, no explanation needed. The morning was significantly different than either of the previous days. For the previous races, everyone was all keyed up, anxious to get into their race order making sure that everyone was sequential. Sunday morning, no one cared. It was chip timing, afterall, go ahead, I don't need to get into that nasty water any earlier than necessary. Maybe the top 10 guys in line were keen on their starting position, otherwise, no one cared. No one could believe that we had a half iron to complete. We couldn't either.

Swim was a good one, cold, murky, gross but just fine time wise. Transitions were funny, at this point, because most people just strolled into and around transition. The hustle was gone. One event down, two to go.

Bike, holy CRAP! Two loops of the same thing to make up our 56ish mile ride. I have never had a bike split this slow until this day. As far as team drafting was concerned, not that big of a deal, I was just grinding my gears for everything I had...knowing that I had to come back and do it one more time before I even got to run. The beauty of a two loop bike. I did find the best bike food ever - mini golden oreo cookies. After a full day of gels, tremendous gas and horrendous ass, I couldn't stomach one more gel. We both moved on to food (if you can call an oreo food). It was glorious. The ride was pretty and we enjoyed it the FIRST TIME around. We got lots of comments like - you're having too much fun, there's my party people - stuff like that. Yep, we were trying to make the best of it. I don't even think we started cussing too much until loop two when we knew we had to do it again. I can only describe the ride route as every crappy hill in Nashville all linked together to make one, ass kicking bike ride.

After we strolled into transition, got dressed again, it was time for our two loop run - of the same thing we've done all weekend long. The fear, the dread, the rocks in my shoes. OK, we started to discuss a strategy because actually running the whole thing was not even going to be realistic at this point. Tilghman says, let's go 2-1, run 2 minutes walk 1 minute. Perfect. Wouldn't you freakin know it - every 1 minute walk ended on a flat and every 2 minute cycle was on an uphill. DaYum IT! Next, why don't we try to run every flat and downhill and walk when ever the fire road changes pitch. Excellent! This seemed to be everyone's plan. There was no getting around it, walking was going to be involved for us.

We cheered on our new friends, Speedo Cowboy (the guy in a teeny speedo and cowboy hat), Dora Dude (the guy that wore Dora sunglasses last year), the MSU guys who had the worst team kit ever (green shorts, never, guys and I went to MSU), Ironmom, Canada (scared my poor little friend from Canada when I yelled - Go Canada and then proceeded to let out a roar of a belch, he actually stopped and turned. Sorry Canada, that was not intentional and no dig at your homeland) ... really, it was the most all for one and one for all race I've ever been a part of. While I'm sure the top guys and teams were keen on their times and splits, everyone else was just working toward a common goal. To get this freakin' run over with!!!

I knew once we hit ~10 mile marker we were home free. You know what that means, running downhill! Yep, I didn't want to say it but I knew we were home free at that point and it was glorious. Finishing was never in question, how fast was. We loosely discussed what we thought we'd hit the finish line in between me chasing Tilghman up a hill and hollering at our comrades. At this point, we didn't even know where we were in the team standings. No clue, truly and not even concerned. As we made our way 'out of the woods' and onto the last ~.5 mile on asphalt, we saw them. We saw the women's team from the previous day that passed us heading into the woods for the second loop of the run. As we cheered them on (and meant it), the other part of us had a little extra skip in our step. Yep, we made the right decision, I should say Tilghman made the right decision for us on the previous day's races. Let them go, she said, we'll see them again. ...and we did.

We didn't have an ounce left of get up and go so we just ran it on in to the finish. We have never been so happy for each of our slowest half iron times in history. Truly, I was thrilled. I was thrilled not to be moving any more, thrilled to be done and just laughed my ass through the finishing chute because I can't believe we did it. We conquered this bitch.

There's so many other thoughts that I have about this race but here's what I know for certain:

This is the hardest race I have EVER done, hands down (YES, harder than ironman).
This was one of the most fun races I have EVER done.
I laughed so hard all weekend long that my face hurt.
Getting up for a half iron on the last day sucks.
The race doesn't start until Race #3 and #4.
I'm made for pacing (as is Tilghman).
I hate sprints.
I was THRILLED that I brought my road bike instead of my TT bike. Would have been nice to have some clip on aero bars, though.
I don't ever need to do this again.

More to come, other funny stories and our take on the Little Smokies race (the guys that got do JUST do the half on that last day), we were ruthless on them. Oh, and our finishing time was good enough for second place in the Women's Senior Divison. Woot, woot, we were totally stoked.

IronMissy - it's official!

IronMissy - it's official!
A vision in green!