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I Shall Be Released…

Taken from the song of the same name by The Band…

One of Mr. Prepared’s jobs is to make the Road ID bands/tags we have for running and biking. On my Road ID tag, under all the pertinent information is the tagline “Live the Adventure”. That’s kind of our motto…well, that and you can’t put “Harden the F*ck Up” on your Road ID (they don’t take swear words).

One year ago today, my husband took on a new project to rebuild Wilmot Mountain, our “home” mountain in the Chicagoland area. He did a pretty good job, as you might have seen here, here, and here. He and his team worked their asses off- another summer/fall of little mini-vacations, lots of weekends worked straight through, and a lot of blood, sweat and tears. We’ve dedicated a LOT of our time and resources, as well as hopes, dreams, and fears, to this project and the one at Mt. Brighton in Michigan.

A year in to this project, and I realize that maybe we have lost our purpose and our way as a family. When we left for Michigan, our goal was to do new things, meet awesome new people, and have lots of new experiences. These experiences would eventually line up to something even greater than what we were already enjoying in our lives. I mean, living in Colorado for 15 years…we were already living the dream. In terms of those people who always wanted to live in Colorado or “out West”, we had already made it. He had a great job with his corporation, and I was building up a new career at a community college. But something pushed us to wanting more…to getting a taste for something new and big where we didn’t see the finish line yet. We wanted to live the adventure.

So we set off to the last place someone might see as adventurous…metro Detroit. But man, would you be wrong about that! When I was in my early “crying in the car every day” phase, I likened moving to Michigan to moving to a foreign country. I mean, who eats hot dogs with chili on top, and why do these people think it’s ok to live down the street from their parents? (Lesson learned, Michiganders…totally ok to live down the street from your parents…!) The people in Michigan were the most welcoming ever- they literally would try to give you the shirts off their back. Mr. Prepared is a pretty private, introverted dude, so these kind of huge displays of hospitality always threw him (and pretty much all of us) for a loop. But my gosh, did we feel the love! So much love we sometimes had to step back into our house and regroup. As for adventure, we found all kinds of ways to find it.


The adventures in Michigan were not always what one would imagine living in Colorado. In Colorado, “adventure” is easy- a new bike trail leading to the edge of wilderness, a little known tree glade just inside ski area boundaries- these are all adventures that many of us imagine. How many of us imagine what an adventure it is to see Flint and Detroit up close, with your kids? To experience the beauty of the Mackinac Bridge (or swim the span of it, as I did to raise money in 2015 for Habitat for Humanity)? What about to learn up close and personal on opening weekend what happens when a lift cable falls off the bolwheel? Or if you build a lift on top of a septic field? Some were more traditionally adventurous, like can I link a bridle trail with the longest running trail in the metro area? (The answer is…not if you’re not prepared to deal with a lot of horse poop). Most people might find these to be hurdles to overcome, or minor hassles to be dealt with. But the Ogilvie family dove in, eyes wide open, to experience all of this and lots more. We took Sunday “wunderwugens” (name patent pending ;)) all across Michigan. I started my own business, made it successful, and created an international network of health and fitness professionals for myself. Some of the coolest and most amazing people I know came out of this short, amazing period of time.

When Mr. Prepared was invited to come and reinvent Wilmot, we assumed we could (and would) keep living the adventure. Wisconsin seemed up our alley in terms of its outdoor opportunities. And living in the Chicago metro area brought us technically to “home”, although we hadn’t called it that in over 20 years. We assumed that everything would be as it was in Michigan and that it would all turn out ok.

We know what assume means. And everything did not turn out ok.

While nothing is technically wrong, nothing about our lives seems the same as before. We have seen some lows in our family relationships that I wouldn’t wish upon anyone. We’ve changed schools, visited therapists, and struggled with the kind of disappointment and anguish (both parents and kids) that makes one wonder, “What is the point of it all?” I lost my business (at least the in person part), any semblance of a career to return to, and as a family, I think we have lost our way a bit. We haven’t made the kind of networks and connections that will always make Michigan and Colorado so dear to my heart.

Today marks one year of Mr. Prepared being in his position with Wilmot. We are technically released from certain work obligations. And we are jonesing to experience our family motto once again. We are looking to settle in a community where we are welcome and can contribute with the many gifts and talents that have been bestowed upon us. The Ogilvies are ready to live the adventure again- wherever in the world that takes us for while so that our kids can feel at home and right with the world. We are drawing our pirate map today, this weekend, and going forward, so that each of us can find our treasure in living our adventures.

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the race that almost wasn’t

Driving well over the speed limit on the interstate in a construction zone, I berated myself in my head for overscheduling and underplanning for the race I was currently about to be late to arrive at. Coming off a 2 day conference for me and a 2 day Ragnar race for Mr. Prepared in which heat index was over 100 degrees  and multiple factors made him late arriving to the finish line Saturday night, Sunday morning seemed like about the worst time to pick up triathlon racing again.

I had really good intentions when I started packing my tri gear on Thursday night before I left for downtown. I meant to finish packing it and go through my checklist…I just didn’t. Truthfully, the leaving the kids and going off in different directions (him to Madison, me to Chicago) was annoying. Coming back to that half-packed bag and unprepared bike after 9 PM Saturday night did not motivate me to get it done like I should have.

Big mistake.

Basically, I didn’t fall asleep (tossing and turning thinking about all that I had learned at the conference) plus not preparing and then needing to wake up “early” led to about 4 hours of sleep. Plus, I hit the snooze. Then I screwed around in the kitchen for a while and futzed with the coffee, changed my racing uniform (I never do this), showered (def I never do this), scrolled the old FB feed with coffee cup #1, and …DAMMIT! I should have left a half hour ago!!!  Shit! I have nothing ready!  

Time for panic. Threw some more things in the half assed bag and tossed bike into back of truck. See, cuz the thing was I was also supposed to be there early because I had to pick up my packet, which they were offering for a little while the morning of since I didn’t get to packet pickup the day before (because people have lives?!?).

Side Note: Packet pickup is important because that’s where you get your timing chip, swim cap for your heat, and your swag. The swag was $$ in this race- a biking tank with gel pockets and what not. Perfect for the summer and way better than some crappy T-shirt. 

Anyways, on the hour drive to the race, I realized early on that I forgot my coffee and my pre-race water. For those that don’t know me, life just isn’t worth being awake if you don’t have morning coffee. So that sucked. I had nothing and I don’t have time to stop. I started drinking out of my race water bottle, banking that I would find water there (I didn’t but I also didn’t try because of reasons I’ll detail in a sec). I started wondering about all the other important stuff I could have forgotten and wondered whether to throw in the towel and turn around. But I really wanted that tank top. And I was already on my way so…

Crack of dawn being on my side, I made good time, only to roll close to the venue to find it inundated with cars. There was like zero parking anywhere close. I kind of expected this, but I didn’t plan for it. My go to triathlon pop-up bag is not like a backpack- it’s like a “mom”style tote (AKA drunk purchase made at an “Initials” party many years ago. You know the one piece you “had” to have after 4 cocktails? Yup, it’s that one). It does not just sling over your shoulder so you can ride your bike the FAR distance to the place where you pick up the packets. Basically, it sucks. Obvi, I am so fucking far out of practice preparing for races that I had basically messed up every step so far.

Good news was that I had all USAT required equipment- like a helmet, so I was still in the game. I pulled the ole race bike out of the back and … maybe I should have checked the tires before I left. No problem. I had the bike pump in the car and could pump them up. They definitely needed air, and … air was not going in. Nope, not at all. The valve extenders were spinning around and I knew there was something wrong, but I couldn’t fix it with what I had in my bike bag. Fuck it, I said. I‘ll ride on flat-ish tires. Maybe I will get a flat and then I won’t have to do the stupid race. 

I basically convinced myself that I would pick up my packet, get my tank top, and leave with my flat tires when I realized that if I didn’t just do the stupid triathlon, I was going to have to go home and recreate the experience. This race was not meant to be an end- it was really just a high-intensity training block for the week. When I thought about how I would have to recreate the logistics at home, I decided to grab my packet and continue on. I rolled over to the bike mechanic stand (which I had totally forgotten existed! YES!)  and said (nonchalantly), “Hey can you put air in my tires?” knowing full well some shit was messed up in there, or else I would have been able to do it myself.

The mechanic tried airing them with two different pumps before he tested it and determined the valve inside the valve extender was closed. I have these shitty ass valve extenders that look cool but are a pain in the ass (well now I have one less because he actually TOOK one from me that morning). Anyways, he pulled the old tube, tried a new one, same thing, didn’t work. Meanwhile, the clock was creeping ever closer to the transition area closing. Finally, when we were within 5 minutes of transition close, he got the right tube and put the tire and wheel back on the bike like a ninja!  I offered to pay (having cash for the first time ever at a triathlon…another sign of the apocalypse) but he just sent me off with a thank you yelled over my shoulder.

I get to the athlete entrance, no stickers on my bike or helmet. This kind of dumb, unprepared shit is where being at a “beginner-friendly” triathlon worked in my favor. Everyone was so stinkin’ nice to me, just in case it was my first time. A lot of races you will get volunteers on power trips yelling at you if you do something wrong. However, these volunteers were helping me unearth my sticker packet from my mom-tote and talking to me really gently, and I about broke down in tears because I didn’t even understand why everyone was being so nice when I hadn’t done a single thing right this morning.

However, I was too panicked to be filled with gratitude yet because transition closed in 4 minutes and you have to have your stuff set up and be out of there. It’s a big deal. Lots of people come an hour early, take time to set up, do warm-ups or a quick jog (this is what I do), and I was doing the exact opposite. And…there were no more spots on the bike racks in my wave. Everyone had already set up perfectly front-back-front-back on the racks and who could blame them? No one was expecting a late-as-shit-hot-mess coming in Wave 10.

I saw an opening in a Wave 11 rack and just took it. The people who were set up had already left to walk down to the water, and they would probably be mad when they returned, but whatever, the race would have started!

Mom-tote had way too much crap in it, including my MF driver’s license (found and lost this again since then!), car keys, and cash floating freely about in it, but I shoved everything down in it, threw the necessities on top, grabbed some gel (mostly for the caffeine! My lord!), my wetsuit and my cap and …broken goggles. Shit. I heard them sending in the not-so-gentle volunteers to close transition. He came my way and I just put my hand up, told him my goggles were broken and that it would take a minute to see if I could fix them. He backed away, clearing seeing the rabid dog look in my eye, and I was able to fix them. I headed out of transition toward the beach.

lake poolI got to the beach, expecting a lake (beach-lake- this is a natural association, yes?) and was VERY surprised to see a rather large sort-of natural pool. In my head I was like “uh-oh” because my strength is swimming in large bodies of water, not competing in a weird 100 meter hybrid pool/lake. Ah well. At this point, I was more about just involving myself in the experience and letting the rest sort itself out. I let go of ambitions about placing in my age group and reminded myself that this was my first rodeo in a while and it was okay to just enjoy the event, not treat it like my own personal trophy collection opportunity.

We waited about a half-hour for our wave to start swimming, and during that time, I was able to get my gratitude in order. How lucky was I that everything worked out and everyone was so nice? I even broke my ponytail holder during this time and the woman in front of my took her extra off her wrist and gave it to me! The attitude of being happy and grateful to participate was contagious. I entered the water in excited anticipation.

swim espirit de she 2016The rest of the race was pretty much history. (I know, right? You thought this would be all about that race! Wah wah. ;)) Once I entered the water, my drama went away. I swam quickly, playing follow the leader with the other woman in my wave who swam out front of it with me. We swapped the lead several times as we maneuvered through the slower swimmers from the waves in front of us. It was not my favorite swim as it was the most crowded one I have ever done. We exited into a long transition, running to our bikes as I pulled off my wetsuit. It actually came off pretty effortlessly despite having no Body Glide on my body (yup…forgotten).
bike espirit de she 2016We hopped on our bikes, and started off. The woman who came out of the water ahead of me took off. Letting someone gap me like that is generally ok with me, because whomever I come out of the water with, they are 97/100 times a MUCH better biker than me. This was a two lap “criterion-style” closed course for the bike, which I actually enjoyed a lot. I liked the closed course because it allowed you a lot of freedom from decision-making of passing and having to be super mindful of traffic. I pushed pretty hard on the bike, looking to see what kind of gains I had made from improved strength training and more time in the saddle lately. I was not quite to the point “Dear God, when will this end?”, which is my typical end of bike feeling, when we rolled to the end of the course. However, the fun part was about to begin.

The run started in transition and my goodness, my legs felt like crap. I haven’t practiced a bike to run transition or workout since last…June? and it was obvious. Parts of my body were clearly pissed that I was running. So I slowed, trying to stay conservative, which just led my mind to all the thoughts of quitting one more time. I crossed over the threshold into the “deal-making” stage and made a deal that if I just kept running, I was fine with however slow I wanted to run. So it got slow! But at about 2-2.5 miles, I actually started to feel better!  I was like “Great, the run is ending and NOW I feel better?” LOL. Ran it in fast and then just laid there with a cold towel on my face for a few minutes outside the finish line.

bike susanI was so relieved to be done and happy to have made it through. Looking at my splits, my run was negatively out of proportion with my performance on the swim and bike legs, so it will be the main focus as it has been for the rest of the summer. I took my extra coupon from the race and used it to sign up for the international distance at the Chicago Triathlon in the end of August. Between now and then, I’d like to get in a few more races. Mostly because (when you’re prepared) they are fun and I enjoy it. Plus, you’re done early and can still grab breakfast, which is really the part I excel at. 😉 (As anyone who was on the Stevenson High School swim team in the mid-90s can attest to my breakfast-eating prowess.)

Takeaways: Being on time and being prepared is really important. Do these two things and you’re most of the way there. The race is just the fun part! 

 

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2014 race season review

In early September, I struggled to decide that my 2014 racing season was at its end. I was a little depressed about this as I listened to others talk about their upcoming races and watched my husband prepare to complete his second 100-miler in October (success!). However, I know that I have nothing to be depressed about, as I look back on my season and see that I made significant progress and accomplished a lot of goals.

My 2014 “big” goal was to complete a half-Iron distance race. Some people use the term “1/2 Ironman” but I didn’t do an “Ironman” branded event, so I think we will call it what it is. I completed Rev3 WI Dells in about 6:30:XX, on a tough course on a hot day. What a beautiful course! I learned a lot about what to do and how to prepare in hindsight. I thought I was more prepared than I was, but I realize now that I probably hit my peak of training about 3-4 weeks after this race (on the next peak!). This is helpful to know how to plan for next year, although given a more normal winter, I might have had enough time in the saddle outside on the road to prepare for a half by the end of June. I also learned a bit about course selection (although everyone will tell you that every course is tough), there was an awful lot of vertical on that course for which this (now) Midwestern girl was not prepared! Additionally, I think I overtapered-I strayed off plan a lot the last 2 weeks before the race. I do not taper well, and I should know that by now, but as it was my first long event, I deferred to Mr. Prepared as to how I should feel heading into the race. Overall, I think I did OK considering my preparation and the course. I nailed my nutrition and hydration, which is often a rookie mistake. My goal for next year will certainly be to crack 6 hours at this distance.

Finishing with the family- a REV3 tradition!

Finishing with the family- a REV3 tradition!

The weather was also a factor in prepping for my half-marathon at the end of March. Training went pretty well, although I realize that I should have put in more long runs prior to the event. Also, I know that shoe mixing is important! I ran pretty exclusively in one pair of shoes for a couple of months prior to the event, and my feet paid dearly on race day, and for a couple of weeks after. I don’t think it was entirely the shoes, but I do think they played a role in addition to my lack of multiple long runs (10+ miles). My goal was to finish under 2 hours, and I got pretty close- 2:01:XX. I feel pretty certain I can improve on that number in the spring, provided I am consistent with my running frequency, which I have found is the key to injury prevention for me.

A picture from Sarah before my half-marathon in March- those girls are one reason I race.

A picture from Sarah before my half-marathon in March- those girls are a BIG reason I race.

Thus, lessons learned in the early going of 2014 were to be more prepared- train up to distance prior to the race more often, don’t taper too much, and plan for peak fitness later in the season.

I started my tri season with a bang- winning my first “First Overall” award at Island Lake Spring Tri at the end of May. I totally should have done the Olympic, but kind of chickened out and went for the sprint. It’s OK- I love to sprint, what can I say? And that course seems to love me too.

Woot Woot! 2 Buck chuck and a duffel bag for the winner. :)

Woot Woot! 2 Buck chuck and a duffel bag for the winner. 🙂

I had some fun doing my first adventure triathlon at the Battle of Waterloo in July. What a blast! This is the kind of race for me, I thought. Again, my fitness was better, although I can’t say I went crazy training after the half-iron, but I was certainly consistent enough to see gains. This race has prompted me to consider doing a similar race in New York called Survival of the Shawangunks in the next couple of years, as well as get my butt on my mountain bike consistently in order to train for some Xterra off-road tris.

More fun was had a few weeks later at the Age Group National Championships in Milwaukee, WI. My goals were to enjoy the experience and get my Olympic time under 2:30:00. It was easy to accomplish the first goal, as USA Triathlon did an awesome job and the venue/course were excellent. My time was a little off the mark- 2:31:31.  I could have done a better job training after BOW. I didn’t. Olympic distance races don’t scare me anymore, and I knew I wasn’t going to be fast enough to make Team USA, so truthfully, I know I blew off more workouts than I should have, and my bike leg definitely suffered as a result. I didn’t blow off the big bike workouts, but I did blow off the little ones, those that added speed on top my endurance.

in Milwaukee

in Milwaukee

 

I wrapped up 2014 outdoors with a 100 mile charity ride with an awesome group of riders. We had a great time, and while I was probably not ready for 100 miles, I managed it. I had to take 5 days off after, but I managed it. 😉

Riding the GM Proving Grounds during the Tour de Livingston

Riding the GM Proving Grounds during the Tour de Livingston

This racing season had some magical moments that I have waited a couple of years to achieve. It’s amazing to track my progress with this blog, although the evolution of this blog is at a bit of a stagnant stage. Some days, I catch myself looking in the mirror and wondering, “Who’s that?” I still don’t recognize my own image. I remember very vividly how intimidating a 5k seemed, and what a mess I was after my first one. Sometimes, it’s hard to brush off comments like, “Oh well, it’s just a 5k-that’s nothing for you!” because it wasn’t too long ago that it was TOO MUCH for me. I am proud of how far I have come, but I know I have a long way to grow- to continue to learn as I train and teach.

Training Update: 7 weeks to go!

So for those of you not in the know, I have about 7 weeks to go until my first 70.3 triathlon race.  I would call it a half-ironman, but I really hate that term- when I run 13.1 miles, I can’t stand the term half-marathon, and I really don’t think busting my butt for 6 hours should be considered half of anything.

I have rewritten this post twice because the first 2 times were super, super whiny.  Admittedly, my “why can’t I go to IKEA and eat lingonberries and let my children play at SMALAND on a Saturday like everyone else” self as the culprit for these drafts.  They were both quite, quite, small-minded.

Today I busted out my big ride, and I did it in no half-ass fashion (unlike last week, where I broke it into MTB riding and road riding).  It’s quite amazing what 10 hours of good sleep + a day off will do for a person. I got on the Dark Horse ( that’s my pretty speed machine bike) in Stockbridge, rode the Waterloo Rec loop for recon on a future mission, and did Chelsea-Dexter-Ann Arbor to finish it out.  Which is pretty awesome.  I love going places via bike that I have never gone before.  This gives me an opportunity to see things I don’t see via car, like a geodesic  dome farmhouse, or a Harvestor Blue Silo, which is something that you only see in the midwest and also Mr.Prepared’s grandfather created and sold the patent for these to Purdue (ok, I know that fact is boring, but still!)

cool, huh?

cool, huh?

I rode into Ann Arbor to the bike shop for a re-fit on the bike as part of my ongoing “let’s be intelligent about training” process.  I think I have a few key factors that have made the difference in this season going forward:

  • Training. I have used Endurance Nation as my coaches for the season.  These guys have built triathlon training for the age group athlete to a science.  I respect that as I build my own business that they have their own mission and success dialed in, and I can only hope to be as good as Rich and Patrick at what I do.  I am certainly sold on the model and the advice that these guys give.  I just have to remember to get my ego out of the way.
  • Injury Prevention.  Shawn Kitzman of Synergy Movement Therapy has been a literal game-changer.  Many of you know I stopped running in the fall to try to give physical therapy a chance to work.  With Shawn’s Neurokinetic Therapy (NKT), I no longer have to wait to see if something works in a couple of months.  He must truly be one of the best at what he does because I have lived with hip pain for a couple of years.  In the first few weeks of working with him, I kept checking my back pocket or purse for a missing wallet or phone because I couldn’t figure out what was missing.  It was hip PAIN!  He is amazing, such that I am thinking about adding NKT to my practice by getting certified in the fall.
  • Dialing in the bike.  Between working at Hometown and finding a great crew at Transition Rack in Ann Arbor to help me with my TT bike, I have gained a ton of confidence on my bike in terms of fit, fix, and find.  I found my beautiful bike, I can fix it now, and I have resources to fit it too.  Lucky me.

Most importantly, I know that I am grateful and honored to be able to do what I do.  Many people would love to be able to race, ride, and run like I do most days without thinking about it. Trainer Guy once told me something that has stuck with me almost every day:

I am grateful for the day. I am grateful that I am alive in this body and that it can do what it does.

I know this mantra will carry me through Rev3 WI Dells and the rest of my race schedule because I am racing with a grateful, happy heart.

REV3 Wisconsin Dells

why triathlon matters…

Sometimes I have a real GUILT TRIP about the amount of time, money, and emotional investment I make in triathlon.  I am certain that there is a fair amount of the general population that thinks one of 2 things:

1. “Seriously, does that woman just need an expensive, consuming hobby?”  (to which the answer is NO and YES, possibly)

and 

2. “What do we care about some almost middle-aged lady doing sport?”  (Hold up, I am getting to that…)

On the treadmill this morning (the day my Friday run becomes an outside run will be the most GLORIOUS day of my life this spring!), I had my headphones off and was checking my cadence when I instead heard one middle-aged man call out another middle aged man in the weight machines section of the gym. The first man must have been complaining about soreness, workouts, the cold, or something of the sort to the second man.  Then the second man goes, “Oh, stop acting like a girl!” 

EXCUSE ME?  What did that man say?  (In the first man’s defense, he was offended. Not offended like me, who took most of my self-control not to jump off the ‘mill and punch the dude.  Show him how a GIRL acts.)

What is it about women and sports?  WHY does inequity still exist in 2014?  Why do stereotypes continue to exist for women being serious athletes?  

Sochi 2014 will be the first year that women will be allowed to participate in ski-jumping.  As far as sources can date, women have participated in ski jumping since the late 1800s or early 1900s.  So now, over 100 years after the first recorded women’s jump, we are just now getting around to adding it?  And since we have finally added women’s ski jumping, what about Nordic combined?  We already have both races separate (x-country skiing and jumping in one event, for those not in the know)…why not Nordic combined?

Women have the same goals, drive, and passion to pursue sport.  In fact, many have shown themselves to continue to be passionate for sport long after their ship was supposed to have sailed (try telling that to a woman!), and in particular I think of Olympians Dara Torres and Janet Evans mostly due to my swimming background.  In my personal experience, I played on the University of Michigan women’s water polo team while women’s water polo was on the cusp of NCAA  sanctioning.  We were a club team, but that was a very important role that we played despite the fact that no one will probably ever know we existed.  However, the USA gold medal team of 2012 was anchored by a goalie that used to stroll the sidelines of our practices as a mere teenager after school.  I am sure that this early influence was not lost on her; otherwise, where would she have been when women’s water polo became a varsity sport in 2001? 

While more opportunities exist for women to compete at the highest levels than ever before, many stereotypes continue to exist for women and girls.  Women have an important role to fill as lifelong ambassadors of sports- creating a more equitable playing field for the next generation.  As a fitness professional, I feel a responsibility to continue to both make sure that my girls include fitness and activity as part of their lifestyle.  As a mother of girls and an athletic competitor, I feel a responsibility to make sure that my girls have even better opportunities than I did to compete at the highest level at which they choose to achieve.  The strongest way to live out that commitment is to be a role model to those girls every day of my life.    

 

It thrills me that triathlon became an NCAA sanctioned sport for women this year.  It validates my own work in the field, as well as that of my friends all the way up to professional competitors.  My heart sang when my oldest daughter told me she wanted to compete in her first triathlon this summer.  However, if she told me that she wanted to start Nordic combined, you can bet your bottom dollar I would be there making sure that there were opportunities for her to act like a GIRL and compete to her heart’s content. 

so hungry…

I know it must be back into training/race prep season when I have got a solid case of the hungries going on just about every day.  I am trying to “improve my body comp” (that’s fancy speak for lose a part of my gut that’s jiggly) but I am.just.so.hungry.

Just like the Eskimos have a bunch of words for “snow”, I have many words for “hungry”.  None of them belong to me, but I use them all the time and even many of my friends know them.  Just the other day, my friend Jen sent me this:

hangry photo

a “must-have” for my kitchen

Hangry is a nearly daily situation at our house.  I can actually see the physical cues of Mr. Prepared descending into a state of hanger. All I know is that we need to stop ASAP at the nearest restaurant, fast food joint, or ice cream stand we can find if we are on the road.  It’s actually more amusing at home because there is NEVER anything to eat in our house that will quench his hanger.  I found him the other day with a poor excuse for a sub sandwich, which he was completely angry about having to eat.  He totally ended up getting takeout from Buffalo Wild Wings later.  Unlike me, Mr. Prepared doesn’t have to do much to drop 4-5 pounds at a time.  Like in a day.  It’s totally unjust, but I’ve learned to live with it, and he’s learned to live with the fact that we have 2-3 varieties of greens in the fridge instead of 2-3 varieties of ice cream in the freezer.

This morning on one of the lovely FB forums I belong to, someone mentioned a case of the “swimgries”.  Many people will attest to the fact that sustained swimming makes you hungry.  I believe this is because swimming generally occurs in that “perfect” fat-burning HR zone that produces a ton of metabolic afterburn all day long (I only have a rough scientific basis for this).  I get it- this girl has made more than her fair share of trips to Old Country Buffet for the “how many plates can you eat?” competition after Saturday morning HS swim workouts (Six, people. Winner!).

I no longer really suffer the swimgries, but I certainly get the rungries. Since I work out in the morning, the hunger onset lasts all day.  I have a girlfriend who will not EVER run in the morning because she swears it makes her eat all day.  Any run over 45 minutes in length produces the rungries for me.  I have already succumbed to it today!  I thought a nice, healthy, LARGE lunch would stave off the rungries today, but I still dug into the cookies when I got home.  I know, I know.  Put down the recreational sugar.

What are your favorite words for hunger?  What do you use to stave off those cravings while training?  

race report: Island Lake Sprint Summer

There isn’t much to “report” about this race, but it was another successful race on the books.  I wanted to win my age group in this race so I could qualify for age group nationals for next summer in Milwaukee, and I did.  I wouldn’t say that my race strategy was great, since racing like the hounds of hell are chasing you isn’t going to turn out your best race performance generally, but whatever.  It’s a sprint, right?  So I sprinted…

sunrise at Island Lake Tri

sunrise at Island Lake Tri

Good *new* things that happened in this race/training for the race:

  • I swam an open water leg of a triathlon without a wetsuit (I did the 5k swim last weekend without one too, but so did everyone else).  I can’t tell if the wetsuit makes me faster or not.  The swim was fairly terrible since I couldn’t see any of the buoys as we headed straight out into the sunrise.  I am certain my zigzagging all over the lake was not helping my swim split time. However, I did remember my ear plugs, so I wasn’t dizzy this time. What do you all think about wetsuits?  Do they make you fast enough in the water to offset the time it takes to get it off?
  • I did the bike and run without socks.  I don’t like a lot of crap to put on or take off, so I have been experimenting with no socks.  This was my first sockless race, and I think it’s a good strategy going forward.  How many people go sockless?  Yea or nay?
  • My run split was my fastest 5K EVER.  YAY!  For me, I will add again that I have been trying my best to incorporate the advice from the guys at Running Lab, which was to shorten my stride and increase my cadence.  I am certainly not at the suggested 180 steps per minute, but I imagine I started at somewhere like 80 and have increased it to well over 100 (maybe 120?) in the past few weeks. Previously (with video evidence to prove it!)  I was reaching with my foot and heel striking , and the advice I received in order to achieve more of a midfoot strike was to run as though I am running in place (you might have to actually run in place to get the feeling for this-I did!).  Thus, my body position is more upright and my feet are (sort of – at least in my mind) landing underneath me.  I should probably video my running again just to see.
  • As a result of these changes, and with my move to sea level vs. 6600 feet, I dropped my mile splits from 9:00/mi to 8:22/mi last weekend.  My mantra during the run leg was “Foot speed, foot speed” over and over–  I was kind of shot after the bike, so it was tricky to keep the legs cranking on the run (I now know how much time I will need to spend on my bike trainer this winter…a ton!)
  • Right hip and lower back pain continues to plague me and be a mystery.  I KNOW I need to strengthen my hip and I need to be doing those kinds of exercises every day…competing with yoga, stretching, core work, rolling, etc (like I have this kind of time?), and once I get on a schedule when the kids go back to school and the House Purchase from Hell saga ends, I will. I plan to experiment with both technique and training ideas after my last tri of the season (in a couple of weeks) and will be your guinea pig if any of you are looking to improve your run or decrease your injuries/pain in these same areas.  Running is definitely my weak link-  I want to be sub-8:00/miles by next summer.  In a 10k.  Yup, dream big!

Anyhoo, this race result kind of set up my dream plans for next summer.  Of course, I had dream plans for this summer which didn’t really pan out due to life’s natural interruptions, but being able to compete at nationals in Milwaukee next summer will be very cool.  Plus, the AG win puts me one step closer to a commitment to the DREAM BIKE from Mr. Prepared…I even got to drool over a few in Ann Arbor last weekend.  I’m a lucky girl.

Wine.  Hey, at least it's practical.

Wine. Hey, at least it’s practical.

Place Oallplace Name No. Age Rank Swim Tran1 Rank Bike Tran2 Rank Run Final
1 30 Susan Ogilvie 321 36 1 13:40 1:04 1 37:50 1:02 3 25:05 1:18:38

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