Prospect Lake Triathlon

Amy and I during the Prospect Lake Triathlon. What an awesome day for a triathlon, not too hot, nice and sunny, perfect day.
Photos By RON FRANCIS!!! Phenomenal Photographer!!
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I was nervous this morning. I could barely eat. I’m not sure why, because I was super excited, but my tummy was rumbling with nerves that I’m not used to. We got a phone call from Amy about 10 minutes out from the parking lot saying she had a flat when she got her bike out of the car that day! Ahh! But in the time it took us to get to her a nice young triathlete had helped her change it. Just another testament to how awesome and communal this sport can be. After parking, packing, changing, etc, Amy and I headed over to get body marked and to set up transition. We were on the same rack, yea! So our bikes were just a few feet from each other. I set up transition just like Steve and I had discussed yesterday (I spent 4 hours with Steve yesterday working on my bike form and transition process…awesome). Everything was VERY simple. Bike shoes clipped into pedals, helmet on Aerobars, running shoes and bib # on towel…that’s IT. No sunglasses, no socks, no aero-bottle, nada, zipo, zero, zilcho.

After transition set up we took a short break to braid our hair into double braids, meet up and hug Michelle, Ron and Sam who came to watch, got into the bottom half of our wetsuits, and we were off to the beach. I was a little rushed, as I was the second wave to go. We arrived on the beach shortly after the first wave. I pulled my arms into my wetsuit, stepped up to the water, and I was OFF.

THE SWIM:
So, So, So, So (and a few more so’s) much better than last time. This time I was RELAXED. I swam right next to a person hitting elbows and arms the entire way to the first buoy. I only took a sight twice on the way to that buoy and it was quite a ways. Rounding the buoy I sensed myself picking up speed. I was then able to get on another persons feet, in their draft from the first buoy to the second. It was quite a ways between these two buoys, and I sighted about 4 times just to make sure I was on track, and EVERY TIME the buoy was right where I expected it to be. I was swimming straight, and really comfortable. I didn’t even look up to turn around the buoy, just saw myself go around it with each breath. The home stretch felt quick, with very little sighting, I felt in my grove. I swam until I could feel the grassy bottom and I was up and out.

T1:
Running up the beach, pull cap and goggles off with one hand, unzip wetsuit with other hand, pull arm out of wetsuit leaving goggles and cap tucked into the sleeve, pulled other arm out of wetsuit, look for happy face on concrete designating my aisle, left turn down aisle, arrive at bike, pull wetsuit down legs quickly, struggle with getting wetsuit over ankle chip, right foot out easily, on with helmet, pull bike off rack and run out of transition.

BIKE:
I hopped onto the tops of my shoes that are attached to my pedals. After spinning my feet and pedals a few times, I got things together and started riding. I knew I had a big hill coming up so I slid my fingers into the heal of my shoes and slipped my feet into them, a new skill I learned yesterday. Not too bad for the first time (in a race). The bike route is a 4 loop course, kinda strange, but whatever. I used all my new tactics that Steve taught me and really tried to stay forward (I call it attack mode) and in good form. The loop consisted of a downhill, an uphill, a downhill, a tiny bit of flat, and another uphill. All that…4 times. All in all I felt stronger on the down-hills, duh, and the up-hills were tough. I wish I had more climbing experience, and was stronger on the hills. There was one lady that always passed me on the hill, and then I would pass her on the down. It really helped me to stay focused the entire race, making sure I caught her on every downhill, and didn’t let her drop me too bad on the ups. After loop 4, I headed back to transition, got my feet out of and on top of my shoes, and continued to pedal hard. Near the dismount line I brought my right foot back, and right before the line I jumped off my bike barefoot and started running to my transition spot.

T2:
Turned my bike around and threw it in the rack, took off helmet, put on running shoes, ran out.

RUN:
This was tough. I was sorta by myself. Humm. I tried to start out slowly, letting my legs switch gears, slowly ramping into my form. By the other side of the lake I was cranking away. I caught sight of a lady…looked my age, humm, but she was so far ahead. I just started saying good things to myself, and I started to pull her in. I passed her around 3.5K, and she was clearly struggling. She was in my age group. Lucky me! There was not a woman in sight. So, I pretended that the guy in front of me was a girl, the lead girl in fact, and I tried to reel him in. I came darn close. I picked it up into the finish, and tried to look strong all the way to the line.

POST: After hugs and some chatting we started looking for Amy to come out of transition (she started in a wave 10 minutes behind me). Low and behold, a pink skirt and teal top came running out. Cheer, Cheer. I ran over to the turn around point (actually at 3.5+K, so over 1/2 way). When she came by there she was looking super strong. I ran back over to the finish and when Amy came by she was smiling, and talking, and telling me she passed two guys. You go girl, now start hauling! She picked it up into the finish and looked just amazingly strong strong strong!

POST POST: Some tears, some confusing results, a delayed awards ceremony, a cool piece of pottery for my second in my age group award, and a long long bumper to bumper drive home.

Details and Nitty Grittys:
Total Time: 1:23:28
Swim: 16:59 (750Meters, but felt longer than last time)
T1: 1:19
Bike: 42:15 (13.2 Miles)
T2: 0:59
Run: 21:54 (5K)

Overall Women (including Elites): 13th (of 144)
Overall Woman (excluding Elites): 4th
Age Group (excludes Elites): 2nd (of 21)

Results: I was nervous this morning. I could barely eat. I’m not sure why, because I was super excited, but my tummy was rumbling with nerves that I’m not used to. We got a phone call from Amy about 10 minutes out from the parking lot saying she had a flat when she got her bike out of the car that day! Ahh! But in the time it took us to get to her a nice young triathlete had helped her change it. Just another testament to how awesome and communal this sport can be. After parking, packing, changing, etc, Amy and I headed over to get body marked and to set up transition. We were on the same rack, yea! So our bikes were just a few feet from each other. I set up transition just like Steve and I had discussed yesterday (I spent 4 hours with Steve yesterday working on my bike form and transition process…awesome). Everything was VERY simple. Bike shoes clipped into pedals, helmet on Aerobars, running shoes and bib # on towel…that’s IT. No sunglasses, no socks, no aero-bottle, nada, zipo, zero, zilcho.

After transition set up we took a short break to braid our hair into double braids, meet up and hug Michelle, Ron and Sam who came to watch, got into the bottom half of our wetsuits, and we were off to the beach. I was a little rushed, as I was the second wave to go. We arrived on the beach shortly after the first wave. I pulled my arms into my wetsuit, stepped up to the water, and I was OFF.

THE SWIM:
So, So, So, So (and a few more so’s) much better than last time. This time I was RELAXED. I swam right next to a person hitting elbows and arms the entire way to the first buoy. I only took a sight twice on the way to that buoy and it was quite a ways. Rounding the buoy I sensed myself picking up speed. I was then able to get on another persons feet, in their draft from the first buoy to the second. It was quite a ways between these two buoys, and I sighted about 4 times just to make sure I was on track, and EVERY TIME the buoy was right where I expected it to be. I was swimming straight, and really comfortable. I didn’t even look up to turn around the buoy, just saw myself go around it with each breath. The home stretch felt quick, with very little sighting, I felt in my grove. I swam until I could feel the grassy bottom and I was up and out.

T1:
Running up the beach, pull cap and goggles off with one hand, unzip wetsuit with other hand, pull arm out of wetsuit leaving goggles and cap tucked into the sleeve, pulled other arm out of wetsuit, look for happy face on concrete designating my aisle, left turn down aisle, arrive at bike, pull wetsuit down legs quickly, struggle with getting wetsuit over ankle chip, right foot out easily, on with helmet, pull bike off rack and run out of transition.

BIKE:
I hopped onto the tops of my shoes that are attached to my pedals. After spinning my feet and pedals a few times, I got things together and started riding. I knew I had a big hill coming up so I slid my fingers into the heal of my shoes and slipped my feet into them, a new skill I learned yesterday. Not too bad for the first time (in a race). The bike route is a 4 loop course, kinda strange, but whatever. I used all my new tactics that Steve taught me and really tried to stay forward (I call it attack mode) and in good form. The loop consisted of a downhill, an uphill, a downhill, a tiny bit of flat, and another uphill. All that…4 times. All in all I felt stronger on the down-hills, duh, and the up-hills were tough. I wish I had more climbing experience, and was stronger on the hills. There was one lady that always passed me on the hill, and then I would pass her on the down. It really helped me to stay focused the entire race, making sure I caught her on every downhill, and didn’t let her drop me too bad on the ups. After loop 4, I headed back to transition, got my feet out of and on top of my shoes, and continued to pedal hard. Near the dismount line I brought my right foot back, and right before the line I jumped off my bike barefoot and started running to my transition spot.

T2:
Turned my bike around and threw it in the rack, took off helmet, put on running shoes, ran out.

RUN:
This was tough. I was sorta by myself. Humm. I tried to start out slowly, letting my legs switch gears, slowly ramping into my form. By the other side of the lake I was cranking away. I caught sight of a lady…looked my age, humm, but she was so far ahead. I just started saying good things to myself, and I started to pull her in. I passed her around 3.5K, and she was clearly struggling. She was in my age group. Lucky me! There was not a woman in sight. So, I pretended that the guy in front of me was a girl, the lead girl in fact, and I tried to reel him in. I came darn close. I picked it up into the finish, and tried to look strong all the way to the line.

POST: After hugs and some chatting we started looking for Amy to come out of transition (she started in a wave 10 minutes behind me). Low and behold, a pink skirt and teal top came running out. Cheer, Cheer. I ran over to the turn around point (actually at 3.5+K, so over 1/2 way). When she came by there she was looking super strong. I ran back over to the finish and when Amy came by she was smiling, and talking, and telling me she passed two guys. You go girl, now start hauling! She picked it up into the finish and looked just amazingly strong strong strong!

POST POST: Some tears, some confusing results, a delayed awards ceremony, a cool piece of pottery for my second in my age group award, and a long long bumper to bumper drive home.

Details and Nitty Grittys:
Total Time: 1:23:28
Swim: 16:59 (750Meters, but felt longer than last time)
T1: 1:19
Bike: 42:15 (13.2 Miles)
T2: 0:59
Run: 21:54 (5K)

Overall Women (including Elites): 13th (of 144)
Overall Woman (excluding Elites): 4th
Age Group (excludes Elites): 2nd (of 21)

Results

Epic Catastrophe

In my infinite wisdom today I decided to head out on an epic adventure with Annie. We (ha ha “we”) decided to endeavor to ride our bike 50 miles. The first plan was to ride out the Cherry Creek Bike Path (15.5 miles) to REI, then hit the Platte Trail south for 10 miles, then turn around and ride home. Both trails are familiar to us…to the point of being annoying.

Well, we got to the 25 mile mark…the turn-around, and decided we didn’t want to go home that way. It’s boring, we just rode it, just didn’t wanna do it. So we kept riding. Annie was having fun, reading books, playing with her baby-doll. So we kept going. At 32.5 miles we hit the C470. Humm, there’s a C-470 bike path….kinda heads towards home. So…we took it.

And…we got close to home, but we got kinda lost. We ended up out in the middle of BFE Colorado…out by Centennial Airport at a dead end. We had to take a break. Annie ran around on the sidewalk for awhile while I regrouped and tried not to get teary. My Garmin said 44 miles, and that didn’t include the 3 miles where I had stopped it at a stoplight and forgot to hit start again. I called my friend Laura who got out a map and got us headed back the correct direction, towards home. After some sketchy sections and some road riding we found a road we knew! I was soooo tired, my legs were shot.

About 1 mile from home…so close, we took a turn on the bike path a little funny and the left Chariot wheel went off the path, but when it popped back on the path it jack-knifed and tipped over. Hence, I crashed my bike as well. I have never tipped the Chariot before…in fact it’s one of my biggest fears. I untangled myself from my Azure and flipped the Chariot upright, ripped the cover off and Annie was staring back at me with a shocked look on her face. I started crying a little bit, which made her start crying. So I sucked it up and checked her out. She was strapped in so snug that I don’t think any piece of her was jarred at all. I am so THANKFUL. [FOR MY MOMS READING THIS…this is a major note to make sure those kids are fully strapped in snugly, like their car seat]. I got back on my bike, which was totally mangled and rode home crying. Azure is going to need some serious work, the handlebars are twisted for sure. I still haven’t fully assessed the damage. I have like 6 large bruised/scraped areas and a huge Charlie Horse on my right calf that is making it difficult to walk tonight. I’m glad I don’t have a race this weekend!

Epic Carnage, Epic Catastrophe. 54 miles. 4 hours. 2120 ft. vertical gain. Pulling Annie. Epic.

My Sweet Little Annabelle – 19 Months

Friday Annie turns 19 months. I can HARDLY believe it.
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Some things she is into:

– She is talking ALL THE TIME, but still a mixture of foreign languages. It’s tough to tell what she is saying because she talks in sentences, so there isn’t a lot of pointing with word repetition. However, she has learned the English words for: “Hi”, “Uh-Oh”, “Kity”, “Cheese”, “Puppy”, “Mama”, “Dada”.

– She talks on the phone a lot. Our home phone, her iPod, a calculator, her books, they are all phones. She has conversations, with lot’s of “Hi” action. Last weekend she talked on the phone, intermittently laughing, all the while “taking notes” on the pad of paper my the phone (aka scribbling). Quite the receptionist.

– She tells strings of jokes, which only she gets the punch line. We all laugh anyways!

– She can operate the mouse on the computer.

– She points to Animals in her books: Kity, Dog, Sheep, Cow, Goat, Donkey, Pig, Horse, Duck, Bird, Frog

– She points to her body parts: nose, eye, teeth, tongue, ears, knee, elbow, finger, toes, foot, belly button, tummy

– She is a wildly active girl. She goes up and down the stairs by herself, just yesterday without holding the railing. She climbs the bookshelf and the couch and the overstuffed chair. She can climb to the tippy-top of the couch. She walks and runs backwards, forwards, sideways, all while pulling a pull toy. She knows several yoga positions, including downward dog and cobra.

– She really enjoys the park, going down the slide and climbing the jungle gym equipment.

– She really LOVES her new dolly who came with a stroller. She wants to take them everywhere and she does laps around the house with the stroller.

– She loves books right now. She picks them out to read and there are a few that Troy and I are sick of but we continue to read them 10 times a day.

– She will go to the fridge and pick out what she wants to eat. Usually it’s milk or string cheese. She also asks for almonds lately.

– She says “please” and “milk” and “all done” in sign language.

– She points out airplanes and helicopters in the sky and likes to watch tractors and diggers do their work.

– He favorite past-time is to sit on the balcony with my stock pot full of water and the measuring cups. She play out there for like an hour.

I can’t believe what an amazing, opinionated little girl we are raising. She is such a joy to be around and to watch grow. I feel blessed to be a part of her amazing life. I laugh uncontrollably every single day.

A Grand Update

Recently I have been posting a lot of race reports. I am bummed not to be blogging about more important matters, but it’s been the mainstay in my life recently…training…racing. I like it! I just wish I wasn’t so one-blog-dimentional! I need to post an update about Annie, as she is growing into this wonderful little toddler…soon! But I’ve got some stuff brewing in my brain and I need to get it out.

Nationals and Worlds!! So, did you know that there is a National race for non-professional (aka amateur, aka age-grouper) triathletes?? I did not know about this until recently and now I am addicted with the idea of competing. I know I’m not a pro or anything, but an age-grouper…that I am. I am finishing at the top of my age group in the one triathlon, all the duathlons and many of the road races I compete in. I live in “triathlon central” Colorado, so I know there are some great competitors around me. I think I can do it!

So here is the scoop…the national championships are at the end of the month, eek…and…(a big AND)…you have to qualify…no duh? There is one qualifying race left and it’s next weekend in Middlebury, CT. If I were to find a way to Connecticut, race, and qualify, I would then need to find a way to Portland at the end of the month to compete in Nationals. AND, if I did well in Nationals, that would qualify me for 2007 Worlds in Germany!!! GERMANY, how do I even get my bike there??? Humm. I have talked to Troy about this to which I got an overwhelming “Huh, can we afford that?”. The short…and long answer is…No. So next year?? YEA, next year…BUT UHHH, I wanna go now.

Okay with that out of my system here is the next year scoop. There is a race in Utah in August of 2007 that is a qualifier for both 2008 nationals, and 2008 worlds. One race…could qualify you for both! Oooh, Ahhh, and Utah…that’s drive-able…as in “don’t have to ship your bike”-able. Also, it’s far enough in advance that I can save some dough for it. So if I do good there I could qualify for tons of exciting events in 2008. So, here I go, I am announcing it…I am going to compete in August 2007 at the World Qualifier Race like I have something to prove and I am going to qualify for Nationals. Humph! And if, for some reason I do SOOOO WELL that I qualify for 2008 Worlds in Canada, then I expect all of you readers out there to donate at least $5 to the “Send Sonja to Worlds” fund. I have thrown the goal down on the ground. Now it’s time to get to work stomping on it!

All right…another dilemma. Ironman. What did you say? Was that “what Ironman…the girl has only done one tri”. Yea, so I was actually tossing around signing up for Ironman Coeur d’Alene 2008, some of you know about this. But something has been holding me back from really getting the $$ together, it’s like $450 or something to sign up. I’m afraid that if I train for an Ironman, then I will have to compromise my speed training for long slow distance and oodles of endurance training. I love going fast and I love being able to race fast in the local weekend races. I’m not ready to slow down and train for a 13 hour race…I’m just not. So this whole Nationals goal feels like a good substitute to the “Ironman Dilemma”. AND, although lots of my family wanted me to endeavor in the Ironman, I hope they will be contented in knowing that instead of killing myself for 13 hours, I am going to compete for speed, while I still have it in me! The “Ironman Dilemma” will creep up again, I know it will, so no worries.

Okay, the last dilemma…well not really a dilemma, but an opportunity. So you know how I tried to hire a coach some time ago and it totally backfired on me. Well, since then I have been “coaching shy” but this one coach has sort of been creeping into my existence. “Steve” coaches many of the athletes at my track club. Most the athletes there are triathletes, which is great, and he has been so awesome to me when I see him there. He’s always inviting me to group events, runs…bikes, etc. But the real kicker is that he likes to have a lot of fun and seems to know the right time to take things seriously. His wife is part of the coaching equation as well, and I really like her too. They have created a huge community of triathletes that get along really well, seem to have a lot of fun together, place very well, and always seem to have smiles on their faces. So…I have a meeting to meet with them next week to “discuss” things. I feel bad for them already b/c I have a lot of questions. They are also more affordable than most. I’m really hoping that Steve can help me with my bike speed. I know my running is really good right now, but I’m having trouble keeping up with the front of the pack on the bike, so I’m looking for some better workout advise on the bike. And, as always…the swim. I think my swim is a matter of keeping “with it”, and hopefully some milestones will be achieved…who knows.

Alright, a long post, kinda boring, buy hey, that’s my status, take it or leave it!

Big Sky Duathlon

This morning we headed out to Bennett Colorado (BFE-Colorado) to race in the Big Sky Duathlon. The race sold out this year at around 300 competitors, which I guess is like 100 more than last year!

The race was a run/bike/run format with 4K’s on the Run and a 25K Bike. The run course was a two-loop run through a delightfully popular Bennett neighborhood (insert sarcasm). The ladies went out fast! At around 6:20 for the first mile I was in 9th. The Elite women had started in a separate heat (#1) and in the final heat (#4) was all the rest of us ladies. So yea, they went out fast, but it didn’t hold for most of them. By the second loop I was in 4th/5th…somewhere in there. As we headed into transition I was ready to get on the bike. We had all run a fast first run and the bike always makes me recover from the run. I had a really quick transition and came out of transition in 3rd.

The bike was a long out and back course with rolling hills. I passed a lady and was into 2nd. Then I got passed…twice, so back in 4th. This all happened by mile 4 on the bike. After that I settled into the bike and just tried to focus on keeping the ladies ahead in sight. By the turn-around point they had one minute on me. The bike back was like a bad stint in solitary confinement. The ladies ahead were out of sight. I wanted to catch them but they were clearly faster than I. So I just tried to stay mentally tough, stay in my zone, spin the legs hard, and think “go-go-go” “faster, faster, faster”. I took a glance behind me and didn’t see anyone back there either, so I was truly ALONE!

I came into transition…Troy was cheering, telling me I was in 4th. He was excited…I felt lonely! I had another quick transition and was off on the run. I didn’t have too much trouble this time getting the running legs going again, the first mile was around 6:40. BUT the girls ahead were out of sight. I didn’t see a single one of them, not even on the open stretches. I asked Troy where they were when I ran by him…he said about a minute, but it was actually about 2. There was just no way. Apparently the picture was the same behind me…no one!

The finish was uneventful as I was all by myself and since I was in wave #4 all the men were done and snacking, no cheering, just sort of boring. All in all I was happy with my performance, this race was a real mental test for me. To try to stay in the game when you are all alone is tough, but I know this will happen again in the future. A funny note…If I had been in the elite race I would have been 3rd, and I would have won a whopping $10.

Final Time: 1:19:02
Overall Place: 57
Female Place (non-elite): 4th
Female Place (with the elites added in): 6th
Age Group Place (25-29): 2nd
1st Run (4K): 15:45 (6:20 pace)
Transition #1: 0:48
Bike (25K): 44:45 (20.8 mph pace)
Transition #2: 0:46
2nd Run: 17:10 (6:54 pace)

Steamboat 1/2 Marathon

All Photos taken by my dad! Thanks DAD!
Me around mile 7
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Troy and Annie after Troy took a bike ride on the Steamboat mountain
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Me getting my award for first in my age group
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Laura at the finish looking awesome
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My back end at mile 7
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Annie looking like Yoda
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My finish sprint (check out the time clock)
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Me watching myself get passed at mile 12
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Mom and I on Independence Pass today
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Ahhh, another Half Marathon done! Every time I finish a half marathon I swear it’s my last, then I find myself signing up for another one! My parents flew into town on Thursday and we headed up to Steamboat on Friday. Laura had reserved us these awesome condos at the Torian Plum, so we were right on the mountain and since she scored the top floor for us we had this awesome view! It was great to watch the sun set from the balcony.

Saturday the husbands went mountain biking and the rest of us tinkered around town. I really enjoyed hanging with my parents, and it was great to know that Troy was out having an epic all day adventure on his bike.

Sunday came and Laura and I met at 6am to head to the bus. They bus you out to the start line since both the marathon and the 1/2 marathon are one way. I downed some orange juice and yummy bread from Sopp and Truscut. It was a chilly morning and Laura and I were not looking forward to parting with our jackets. Soon enough, the gun was off and we warmed up. I positioned myself at the front of the line and I went out hard. Probably too hard…okay definitely too hard. But I felt so good. It was cool in the shade and so beautiful out so I went for it. It worked for about the first 7 miles. After I saw my parents at mile 7, I was the 4th woman in the race, and I was starting to not feel too hot. So I slowed down a bit, struggled with some hills and some hydration. I saw that my mom had written my name in chalk on the road and that perked me up. Apparently she did it 3 times, but I only say one of the signs. I was out of it! I got passed at mile 9. I tried for about a mile to say with her, but no dice. At about mile 10 I started to feel more in the game and picked it up. But I didn’t have tons left and I mile 12 I got passed again. Check out the AWESOME picture of this happening! So I was the 6th woman at this point. As we ran down the finish stretch the crowd was great. My support crew drove down the road with my dad hanging out the sun roof taking pictures. At the very finish the guy behind me started yelling at me to go-go-go-faster-faster-faster. I sprinted AS HARD AS I COULD. I can’t even describe it. And then it was over. I stopped my watch and looked down. WOW, at least a 5 minute personal record! And 6th woman! I was overjoyed that my body fought that hard for me. It wasn’t easy and I learned some lessons but I am really proud of what I did.

After assessing my blisters (not pretty) and recovering a bit we all headed back down the race course to watch Laura finish. She looked great. SOOOO HAPPY! It was awesome to see her groovin’ along. I haven’t seen her running since a winter snowshoe race and I was just digging her form and her grace and ease! It was awesome. Great job Laura!!

Okay, here are the details:
Final Time: 1:33:15
6th overall woman
1st in 25-29 female age group
42nd overall finisher (of 967)

Mile 1: 6:39
Mile 2: 6:54
Mile 3: 6:42
Mile 4: 6:24
Mile 5: 6:56
Mile 6: 7:07
Mile 7: 7:02
Mile 8: 7:35
Mile 9: 7:53
Mile 10: 7:28
Mile 11: 6:52
Mile 12: 7:28
Mile 13: 7:36
Last Little Bit: 0:30

TAGGED!!

Okay I got tagged by A Mama’s Blog to tell 8 things about myself that most people don’t know. So here goes:

1) My biological grandfathers first cousin is Fidel Castro. We have pictures of my mom sitting on his lap at Easter dinner.

2) I was raised in the Church of Jesus Christ of Later Day Saints until about age 10.

3) I am really good at clogging and competed on a championship team until age 23.

4) I learned how to swim in college.

5) I still sleep with a “moon pillow”.

6) My 6th grade teacher said that the word that most defines me is “ebullient”, and it’s still true.

7) I have a fruit obsession. I once sat down and ate about 20 kiwis all in a sitting. My mouth was all tingley for days. Just last week I ate an entire watermelon in a day.

8) I am a mathamatician and a horible spellar.

Bolder Boulder

So sorry that it has taken me so long to post a race report. The race people had a tough time getting results out. By the time the official results came out I was off on another race adventure.

The Bolder Boulder was a BLAST. I had qualified for wave B, which was the fourth wave to go off. I guess the coolest thing I can say about it was that it was awesome to run a whole race with people that run my pace. That was just awesome, everyone was going soooo fast! Also, the bands were a hoot. I really enjoyed the tunes and it kept me going. 50,000 people ended up racing that day…crazy! After I finished Troy, a friend Karl, and I sat in the CU bleachers and watched thousands of people cross the finish line every minute. MAD, JUST MAD! Here are my final results. This was a big PR (personal record) race for me…how can you not PR with all that fun!

Official Time: 42:38
Mile 1: 6:36
Mile 2: 6:56
Mile 3: 7:11
Mile 4: 6:54
Mile 5: 6:40
Mile 6: 6:58

109th female, 8th 27 year old woman to cross the finish

Another cool thing about the Bolder Boulder is the professional race. We stuck around for about 4 hours after I finished to see the pros race and it was worth it! They are amazing, so talented, and just darn cool to watch. Troy was pretty happy that the last lady to finish had a time slower than mine. She must have had a really bad day 😉