I owe you all a long over due race recap. Part of me can’t believe I never finished it. I’ve started it a thousand times, I just can’t find the right words.
It was the best experience of my life.
I promise to write more ASAP. I want to talk about it, its just a lot harder than I thought.
The Sayya said, to finally get this shit done.
Well kids, can you believe it? Here we are on the eve of my departure for IMNYC. Some of you have been with me since Jan 1 when I started this little recap station. Others have joined along the way, but regardless, we have all reached the end together.
As you can tell by my last post, I am in a glass case of emotion! My feelings change by the hour. I plan on it to be that way until August 12th.
I am all packed
Every tiny detail has been planned out, thought about, stressed about, written down and is as complete as it can be in this stage of the game (sorry for the instagram photo, I got a little delete happy on my pictures earlier.)
I also printed out a picture of my Baba and Pappy to put in my run special needs bag. I tried to put it on here but for some stupid reason it wont work. I wanted something besides food that would make me feel good and reignite my motivation. People suggest notes from friends, but since I don’t have those, I used a picture. Hopefully it will help get me through.
Last night we had an awesome send off party at Headkeeper. Sue invited all of the MTG and TC and we had a great turnout. It’s awesome to be supported by so many people. I told them I will think of all of their faces cheering for me when I need a boost. People really have no idea how much support means. I have a lot of fantastic photos, but my camera is packed, so here is the link to the album I made on facebook.
I don’t know what else to say. I should do a weigh in, but I haven’t weighed myself in weeks. I’m sure I’ve probably gained a few pounds, but I also know that I look better than I ever have, so I’m happy. I would love to be tighter, especially since I’ll be living on the beach for 10 days, but I’ve come a long way and its a hell of a lot better that it was. You can see pictures in the FB album.
I most likely wont update this until I get home from Niagara Falls at the end of the month. I know, right? Just in case I didn’t mention this, when I leave tomorrow I will not be back home until August 27th. Crazy and exciting. I will not be taking my lap top with me, but I may just post my final time via my phone if I can. For anyone that wants to, you can track me on race day at http://www.ironman.com. At the top of the page will be a live tracker and just plug in my number 474.
As I get ready to hit publish on my final pre race post, I want to thank everyone for joining me on this journey. I think there are maybe 7 of you that read this at this point. This “blog” wasn’t for you, it was for me, but thanks for reading anyway. I don’t know if I accomplished what I set out to with this thing, but if nothing else I’ll be able to look back and see how chunky I was and how far I’ve come. That was the idea, but sometimes I feel like I half assed it. Oh well, not like I didn’t have anything else going on the past 8 months.
Next post I hopefully will really be IRONSAYYA
Love you all, thanks for the ride (:D
I hope to shit I am done.
I can’t believe it. This has come so fast and is so bittersweet. I won’t lie, I don’t really want it to be over. Ironman has defined my life for the last 8 months, I’m not sure who the new me will be without it. As much as I am ready for the challenge, I feel like there will be a huge whole in my life. What am I going to do with my time? What is my new purpose? These are all big scary questions I have been hiding behind. I’m feeling really sentimental right now, it’s all hitting me. This is most likely the only time in my life I will accomplish this goal. I want to do it well, to look back and be proud and say “That is the best I could have done” I’ve put in the training, I’ve changed my life. I am ready for it physically and mentally. Emotionally, I’m not so sure. I have no idea how I will fill when I cross that finish line. I’ve tried to think about it a thousand times and I just cant fathom what it will be like. I’ve decided to only talk positive to myself all day. If something goes wrong or sucks or hurts, I’m gonna take a step back and try and just enjoy where I am and how lucky I am to be doing what I’m doing. Hopefully that will give me any mental push I may need. I started checking some things off my list yesterday, just small things that I wanted to accomplish and that help to settle my nerves a bit. Monday and Tuesday will be a blur, as I have a lot of errands to run and stuff that needs done before we leave on Wednesday. Tomorrow will be my last day to just sit and think and reflect, which I’m happy about. I’m a doer, not a sitter. Lets get this show on the road. I am confident, excited, nervous, ready, stressed, a mess, yet calm. Every emotion to the max. The whole build up is part of it.
I just can’t believe its here.
Those of you that know me know that I am the hardest on myself, the last person to ever give herself credit. For once, on my own little spot on the internet, I’m gonna pat my own back
I WON MY AGE GROUP, BITCHES!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok, now that that is out of my system, down to business.
This weekend was the Pittsburgh Tri. This year, they broke the event into 2 days. Saturday was the Sprint race. Matt and I went down to spectate and support the members of the MTGS and TCs that were racing. It’s rare that I get to be on the cheering team, so I was really excited to see everyone in action. They did not disappoint!
We decided we like spectating WAYYY more than racing. More fun, less stress.
Sarah kicking ass to the finish line. She killed it! I’m not just saying that because I love her intensely. Look!
She got second place in her age group! Sarah is crazy good. This is her first year ever doing tris and has placed in every race she has done. I love this picture
Two future Ironmen (she just doesn’t know it yet). That is also her sweet pooch in the back round.
Letty also kicked ass! She just learned how to ride a bike last year! Her husband, Tim, and Sarahs husband, Jim, both used this race as their first! An exciting day.
Look how happy! I love happiness.
Congrats to all Mighty Tri Girls and Total Chaos guys that made Pittsburgh their bitch! It was really cool, the announcer guy kept saying “There’s another Mighty Girl, they’re everywhere!” A great day was had by all!
I know I would normally go into what I ate and did to prepare for my Olympic distance race on Sunday, but honestly, I didn’t have a plan and just kinda went with the flow. This was not an important race to me, the main goal was to just not get hurt and after my complete breakdown the day before Muncie, I knew I needed to back off myself mentally. We went to breakfast after the sprint race, took a nap, hung out, went to dinner (I had a delicious seafood pasta) and were in bed by 8:30. It was so nice to not freak out about every little detail for once. I know that I will be a crazy psycho bitch in NYC, so I’m glad I was able to relax and just chill before this race.
Woke up race morning at 5am. Transition was open from 5-6:30 but we were staying at a hotel right next to it, so I didn’t feel the need to be there when it opened. This totally goes against what I normally do and my routine, but again, this was a relax “race”. I was looking at it more as a workout. That’s all it was to me at that point. I had done this race twice before and it was my first Olympic distance race, so I felt comfortable with the course and knowing what I was getting into. When I did get into transition, it was a horrid muddy mess from all the rain we had been having and those sprint jerks *jokes kids* junked it all up the day before. While I was setting stuff up and giving nasty looks to the girl with the Huffy next to me (bitch kept hitting my bike with her damn wal-mart special! I don’t think so sister) they announced that the race would be wetsuit legal. WHAT?! I didn’t even BRING my wetsuit! This race has never EVER ONCE been wetsuit legal and even the day before it wasn’t! I couldn’t believe it. I still think someone screwed up, but whatever. Normally, this would send me of the edge, but I was strangely OK with it. Again (I know Im saying this a lot, but it’s the true) I wasn’t “racing” I was practicing and being safe. As luck would have it, my sister hadn’t left her house yet and my mom came up with the fantastic idea to use her wetsuit (my old one). Baby Amy saves the day! I was putting it on walking to the swim start, but I had a wetsuit. Hooray for a fantastic support system!
Right before our group headed to the swim start, Sue pulled me aside and said “I think you could so really, really well today. Get on it and show everyone how hard you’ve worked. Make me proud.” WHAT THE FUCK, SUE?! THIS was NOT the game plan. Cue freakout. I went over to Matt and started panicking. I could NOT let Sue down, but my goal was not to “get on it” It was to have a clean swim, safe bike and run. Jesus. He is so good at talking me down. As much as he drives me crazy sometimes, he reassured me just to race my race and be safe, thats what was most important. I felt better, but still stressed.With all this going on in my head, I headed into the water.
Swim- True confession. I fucking hate this swim course. Every year I have done it I miss bouyes and mess it up. My goal this year was to stay on course and be under a half hour. (I also had private goal of beating someone out of the water. Goal Completed ) The current was really cranking, so I knew if I did decently up stream, coming back down would be cake. The dude yells go, so I do. 21:56 later, I’m out of the water. Holy shit. I couldn’t believe that number when I saw it on my Garmin. My official swim time was longer than that, but the run up to transition is stupid. I was pumped to get out of water the fast and even better I stayed on course! My swim felt good and strong the whole time, I never really pushed it, just went at a decent yet comfortable clip. I was pleased.
As I came out of the water, my dad yelled at me that Matt was about 2 minutes ahead of me. Hot damn! Swim has always been his weakest sport and even last year he could barely do it. I was so happy for him, but that asshole wasn’t beating me. (Side note: he started 5 minutes before me). Our eyes locked in transition and the race was on. We have gone over this again and again, how it would play out if we were even on the bike and run. Now it was time to see. He made it out of transition before me, but I wasn’t worried.
Bike-This bike ride is challenging in a weird way. You round around the stadiums (which is cool) but then you go on the HOV lane up a 5 mile hill to a turn around then come back down. You do that twice. The hill is a steady grade so you just have to sit back and give it hell. Then enjoy your ass off and the beautiful view of the city as you come back down. As I was going up the lane, about 1.5 miles in, I passed Matt. We exchanged some good natured banter and I was off. I was trying to keep count of women as I went up the hill and was totally flabbergasted to see that I was around 6 or 7th overall. I figured I had just missed some and put it out of my head. All in all the bike ride went better than it ever had and I felt fresh coming into transition. For nutrition I had Gatorade in my aero water bottle and did one gel on the second climb. Turned out that was perfect, YAY for all those hilly centuries paying off!
(90% of these photos are Sarahs. Thanks for the documentation, lady. Hope you don’t mind me stealing!)
When I entered T2, I ran down my row and couldn’t find my space. WTF. Dumbass me came down the wrong row. And huffy girl either didn’t make it out of the water or was still swimming because her bike was now laying on top of my area, with her stuff being untouched. Bitch. That cost me some time, but I switched to run mode asap.
My legs felt great and I headed out at a pretty fast clip. It was very similar to Muncie, being that I felt really good going that pace, but didn’t want to burn out later in the run. I just kept hacking at it and before I knew it I was at the turn around. I was clicking off 7:48 per mile average, which is the fastest I have EVER run. I felt great and it was shaping up to be a great day. About a half mile past the turn around, I saw Matt. He clearly was having an awesome day, too. He looked at me and yelled “I’m coming to catch your ass!” I yelled back with a “In your dream, ass.hole!” And it was off to the races. Honestly, it wasn’t, I kept up that same crazy fast yet strangely comfortable pace the rest of the time. Again, I was kinda keeping track of how many women were in front of me, but I was more surprised when the race WINNERS were coming down the final stretch as I was headed out. I’ve never seen them before and that was really cool to yell for them as they kicked ass. Again, before I knew it, BOOM! Finish Line.
Here is my final break down
|Club:||Might Tri Girls|
|Overall Placement:||77 / 358|
|Bike||40K (25 Miles)||1:12:06||93|
|Run||10K (6.25 Miles)||0:48:02||95|
It was shortly after Matt finished just a few minutes behind me that my mom came running over to me crying that I had won my age group! Honestly, it didn’t sink in. It really didn’t until my run today and I realized that people next year will be looking at MY time to get an idea of what they would have to do to get the top spot. Thats crazy and really really cool. A few more photos of the after glow:
Name twins, Day two. Switched places
My parents. My dad never gets to see me race so it was cool for him to be there for such a great one.
Top of the podium and world. Shout out again to Sarah for being a true friend and teammate and lending me her MTG bike jersey for the awards. I always race Pittsburgh as a Total Chaos because this race was originally only for the boys, but Sue let me do it the first year two. So it’s tradition that I wear that uniform. When I found out I won, I wanted to have our girl on. Sarah generously offered to switch me shirts while I got my award. She put on my nasty stanky tri jersey. What a gal, that one.
Top of the page!
Back of my medal. Anyone else over me being all about it? I’m almost done.
After the race, we had lunch with the team and then Matt, Sarah, Amy, Baby Jon and Maren (she was in town for a wedding and stayed an extra day to day drink with us. LOVE HER) bar hopped in the South Side. It was a great day and I have amazing friends. I suck though because I have no photos of this. Minus two points for lack of documentation.
It truly was a great day. I have no other words or explanation for it. Everything just fell into place and I performed better than I ever thought possible. It’s really cool when you impress yourself, and that doesn’t happen with me. I would be lying if I said this didn’t add another layer of anxiety to Ironman. Did I peak too soon? Am I do for a bad race? Every race this year has been clean and I’ve performed well and nailed nutrition. Are the wheels gonna fall off in New York? God I hope not. Some of these things I can control, others I can’t. I just have to hope for the best and do what I can do have another great day. I am excited and ready. I have never been so nervous for something i my life, especially since we LEAVE in a WEEK from tomorrow. Woof. The work is done. I have proven to myself that I have worked hard and Sue has given me all the tools to excel at this goal. Now its up to me and fate to get it done. I am on a high. Sue emailed me that I “look every bit the athlete I am” and I haven’t stopped smiling since. I may not have a six pack, but that isn’t the chunky girl from January standing up there, it’s Iron Sayya!
Not much to report again as it was a pretty uneventful week. One short swim, one short bike ride, two short runs. I wont lie, it was kinda nice to not have to carve chunks of time out of my day for workouts. I was also able to get a lot of errands done yesterday for after ironman. Life after ironman, crazy to think about.
I only have picture to share. Some douche stole my m-dot idea! Mine will be slightly different, but you get the general idea from this
Mine will be smaller, no stripes, just solid red but with more blue and stars. This dude copied me. Ass.
Thats about all I have. Pittsburgh tri is this weekend. Main goals for that are to not get hurt and to have a clean swim. Last year I screwed it up really bad and got way off course, so hopefully this year will be better. The sprint race is on Saturday and I race in the Olympic on Sunday. Speaking of the Olympics, I can’t wait!
Final note, I can’t believe that it is almost here. I am running out of days. I feel nervous about the daunting task of it all and of course I feel like I should have done more, but I am ready. I know I am ready. I am ready to not only finish, but to hopefully do well.
I have no motivation to do this right now, but if I don’t, I’ll forget stuff. Not a lot to report, just some exciting things so lets get to it.
Friday night I had dinner and IronBeers (wine)with Sue and Kathy. It was a freaking BLAST. That’s all I can say about that.
Saturday I had my two bridal showers. They weren’t painful. Lets leave it at that. Then I went to a party with Matt and some friends. It was supposed to be for fireworks but we left before they started because we had a big day ahead of us. Yes I had 2 beers. No beers this week!
A fun time was had by all.
Today I got up at 5:45 and was out the door on Cervelo at 6:30. I rode to Sues house and we rode to Buncher, we we met up with Matt, Sarah, and Bill. We then rode all over the place. I think all total the group of us did around 30-sih miles (maybe more?) It was so fun to have a group to ride with. Shout out to Sarah for doing 30 yesterday plus that crazy hard section we did today. I would have NEVER been able to do that my firs year. She is a beast and will be getting her M-dot next year, I know it.
Documentation is everything.
I then did countless loops around Buncher (an industrial park in GBG that is basically a two mile flat loop with bike lanes. Huge win, huge bore) which brought me to around 80 miles. Oh wait, did I mention today was my LAST LONG RIDE?! Holy balls. I couldn’t believe it. Back to the play by play. Around mile 70, my chain started making this weird noise. Not all the time, just every now and then. As I was trying to figure out what was causing it, I realized my derailleur was starting to skip gears. I’m thinking that just from bouncing on shitty country roads all the time, my shit got shifted a little, gotta get that checked asap. This made me nervous so I headed back towards home at 81 miles. I wanted to get 9 more in at Buncher, but oh well. I made it home and had 9 miles to go. True confession time, I wanted to do 112 miles, really REALLY BAD. I felt awesome! My legs were starting to feel some of the steeper climbs, but other than that I had peed a lot and really nailed the nutrition. I kept thinking ‘I could totally run after this, no problem”. So anyway, with the state of my chain and being stuck in Shitroad USA (Jeannette) I didn’t want to press my awesome bike luck I was having. I did a few loops around town and BOOM. 100 amazing feeling miles in 6:15 minutes. Same time as last time, however this course was MUCH tougher and I had to keep stopping for traffic and red lights and I didn’t stop my watch every time I peed or stopped to refill water. My confidence is super high. I would Love to be able to put that kinda ride together in NYC. I feel that the course could be similar, so it’s possible. As Sue texted, I am ready.
So now it’s time to taper, kinda. This week is really easy. Pittsburgh Olympic Tri on Sunday and then the next two weeks have been described as “short distance, high intensity”. Oh, ok Sue.
I would love to get into feelings and blah blah blah but true to my life, we just got a call so now I have to go to work. Running would be fine, the last thing I want to do it put a suit on and play funeral director. Shit.
Just a few things I want to throw out there in no particular order.
- For the first time all year, I got light headed after my BRICK. It was my own stupid fault. One, I wore a bike jersey instead of just a tank top like I normally would have worn because I thought it was gonna be cool and rainy. Wrong. It was hot, humid and sunny. Thanks a lot, weather man. I also don’t think I drank and ate enough. Idiot. How long have we been at this? I think I just under estimated the workout. It was a 40 min bike then 30 minute run, twice. In that time I drank a bottle of water and a bottle of gatorade and one gel. I felt fine while doing it, just after when I was standing there talking to Matt I got all loopy. Stupid Sayya.
-FYI, that was the last brick. Woof. Can’t believe it. Final brick picture. Mr. Crankypants is glad the picture taking is over.
-My swim this morning sucked. I just wasn’t feeling it and it was a LOOOOONG time to be in the pool. Glad thats over
-Hip is super sore today. Coco stretched the shit out of it yesterday. I love that man, he makes it hurt so good. Other things that are annoying: my shoulder when I ride, my right foot arch just randomly sometimes, and thats it. None of this is horrible or holding me back, my body is just saying “Hey asshole, take it down a notch.”
-Sunday I will be doing another century ride. Hopefully Sue and Matt and Sarah will get to join me for some of it. That will be my last long workout. Holy crap this is coming up fast.
-When did that little countdown hickey switch to days? *Gulp*
-My basset hound is cute
We got a pool. Tuesday turned into an impromptu all day pool party. Needless to say, my 3 drinks a week thing went out the window in like, ummm, an hour.
Also at this point I guess its time to fess up that I realized that even with the weight I’ve lost, I did not reach my goal of being an “after photo” I am still embarrassed and uncomfortable in a bikini. This was really hard to deal with. I worked so hard, I wonder if I could have done more. It sucks not reaching goals. This chapter of my journey isn’t over, I just wish I felt better about myself.
-Down side of weight loss? I had to buy new bras, as my other ones could have held both of my boobs in one cup. I am no officially an A. That’s disgusting. 8 year old boys have bigger racks than I do. I should just cut my losses and get a boob job and lipo and call it a day.
-I have been thinking about ideas of part time jobs I could do to help make some money and meet new people and get me the hell out of this house. I have come up with what might be a good idea, but I have to do some research. I’ll leave it at that for now.
-I have to go to two bridal showers tomorrow. Shoot me. I wish I could force my friends to buy me shit because I’m doing IMNY. That’s way harder and more of an accomplishment than getting married. Whoever came up with the idea of a registry should be shot. “YAY can’t wait to spend a shit ton of money I don’t have on a gift you picked out to celebrate you making a horrible life decision”. Sorry, I’m on the bitter bus today.
-I want it to stop raining so I can go get my tan on! All my workouts are done for the week, now I’ve got to work on my vacation tan!
-Thanks to all who have voted for where my Mdot should go. Voting is still open. Go team forehead!
-Have a wonderful weekend