tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70126881980903234252024-03-13T22:54:00.336-07:00Filling the Empty NestAnnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09277065764755438143noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012688198090323425.post-46028542392594615752019-07-09T07:21:00.000-07:002019-07-09T07:22:26.075-07:00Best vacation ever, Day 12 and 13, AlaskaBest vacation ever, Day 12 and 13, Alaska<br />
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At this point, things are winding down.<br />
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We got up and found a scrumptious breakfast place, <a href="https://www.snowcitycafe.com/" target="_blank">The Snow City Cafe</a>. Apparently everyone thought it was scrumptious and walkable from the hotels - we waited quite a while, but they serve coffee to those on the benches, so all good!<br />
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The flowers flourish in Anchorage due to the extended daylight. The dahlias were gorgeous!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EPKJuuzsgNI/XSSIGZ9cNxI/AAAAAAAAC6A/4WmnzkArTXUWti5i_5G4TQhESC4cZF6BACK4BGAYYCw/s1600/IMG_3147.jpeg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EPKJuuzsgNI/XSSIGZ9cNxI/AAAAAAAAC6A/4WmnzkArTXUWti5i_5G4TQhESC4cZF6BACK4BGAYYCw/s320/IMG_3147.jpeg" width="240" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHbIgL1slPo/XSSIHZIdvVI/AAAAAAAAC6I/Eg9s19IcZJoKXzC3BogXSyrUzUPOyjwrACK4BGAYYCw/s1600/IMG_3144.jpeg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHbIgL1slPo/XSSIHZIdvVI/AAAAAAAAC6I/Eg9s19IcZJoKXzC3BogXSyrUzUPOyjwrACK4BGAYYCw/s320/IMG_3144.jpeg" width="240" /></a><br />
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We took an uber to the Alaska Airlines Center, which is further out - too far to walk when you are going to run a half marathon the next day...<br />
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Did I mention the half marathon?<br />
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After retirement, Barry decided he wanted to run a marathon in every state, but to include me and my hip in this journey, he graciously switched it to half marathons. So we timed our vacation to include the Mayor's Marathon weekend. Interestingly, so did about 40 runners from the village of Libertyville Running Club. The club founder was running his 50th state marathon, so a bunch of fellow runners came along. They had club shirts both today and in the race, so found ourselves saying "we're from Libertyville, too!" many more times in Anchorage than we would ever have imagined.<br />
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Expo - über - Walmart (morning food, sweatshirt for before race) - hotel - walk on the coastal trail - ice cream at <a href="http://www.wildscoops.com/" target="_blank">Wild Scoops</a>, a micro-creamery. Barry had the famous "Baked Alaska" cone which features toasted marshmallows on top of your ice cream.<br />
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Nice start with a recognition of all the 50 staters, national anthem, and Alaska state song. Temp was about 60, full sun. Race starts on the coastal trail, moves up to the road by the airport, takes a real trail with roots and hollows and grass for about a mile, cutting through the woods back to the coastal trail, then you run home.<br />
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Barry and I weren't expecting any great shakes for this race, due to general fatigue after our active vacation. The race had more elevation gain than we expected, mostly in steeper inclines, and most despicably climbing into Anchorage downtown from the trail at the end. Yes, I walked. Yes, it still counts!<br />
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Post-race treats included fruit, donut holes, and grilled cheese sandwiches. We headed out for gourmet pizza then off to the airport...time to go home. I would go back to Alaska in a heartbeat. Beautiful, wild, fun, clean and not crowded. Much left to explore!<br />
<br />Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09277065764755438143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012688198090323425.post-29873648397690587962019-07-08T07:12:00.000-07:002019-07-08T07:12:30.262-07:00Best Vacation Ever, Day 11, AlaskaBest Vacation Ever, Day 11, Alaska<br />
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Josh picked us up bright and early, none of us felt like much breakfast after the late dinner yesterday. We went over to Denali and hopped a bus to the sled dog kennels!<br />
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Denali still has working dogs; often the dogs can move heavy items across the snow much better than vehicles. They love to work, they are bred to work. The AKC doesn't recognize the Alaskan husky as a breed because there isn't any uniformity of color or form - they chose each year's litter for smarts and temperament and strength.<br />
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All the dogs received their morning kibble in Kongs or other slow feed devices - they had to work to get the food out. Beautiful animals. After the demo started, the ranger told us the dogs work until they are 9 years old! When she asked us to clap, a cacophony of barks erupted - "pick me! pick me!" <a href="https://youtu.be/7zlvYzOXguM" target="_blank">Click here for a video</a> The middle dog you see jumping up and down like a spring was ignominiously escorted off after the run...the walk of shame. He is only 10 months old, youthful enthusiasm overruled training.<br />
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Josh took us to the train station for our wonderful return to Anchorage via the <a href="https://www.alaskarailroad.com/" target="_blank">Alaska Railroad</a>. We were in a dome car, so could see eagles fly overhead and all the scenery. In the back, was an open deck for viewing/photography without glare of windows. We were served two very good meals during the 8 hour journey. Young tour interns pointed out items of interest and then...<br />
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SHE REVEALED HERSELF in ALL her GLORY.<br />
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Only 30% of summer visitors to Denali see Mt. Denali. Clouds often obscure the peak due to wind patterns around the heights. TAH DAH!!<br />
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So awesome.<br />
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Said goodbye to Lisa in Anchorage...she was headed right to the airport. We hiked over to our Marriott hotel, which seemed so...so hotel-ish after our stays in the lodge rooms. Time to rest up!<br />
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Best Vacation Ever: Alaska Day 7<br />
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A nice normal wake up today, 7 a.m., by our guide for the day Josh I (there will be another Josh on Day 9-11).<br />
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Josh drove us to Seward, a huge fishing, cruise, and sightseeing boat port. We were joined by four gentlemen, friends from Atlanta, on the Glacier Express by <a href="https://majormarine.com/" target="_blank">Major Marine Tours</a> to see the glaciers and hopefully whales. As we boarded, the Captain asked what we wanted to see...Sea Otters high on my list and we saw this little guy early in the voyage.<br />
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Most everyone took Dramamine or some other anti-nausea med. We had to cross some bumpy water before we got to the first glacier. Unfortunately, that meant many of the passengers were sleeping when we saw our Sea Otter and humpback whales!<br />
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While we also visited the Holgate Glacier, this photo is of the beautiful Aialik Glacer. You can see all the ice in the water. Chunks of ice fall off the glacier as it moves and warms...called calving. The boat could only get so close due to this ice. Staff scooped up a chunk of the glacial ice and for glacier margaritas. No, didn't have one:)<br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Glaciers have a gorgeous blue tone...<span style="caret-color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-size: 16px;">when glacial ice first freezes, it is filled with air bubbles. As that ice gets buried and squashed underneath younger ice on top, the older ice starts to take on a blue tinge. As the ice grows denser, the bubbles become smaller and smaller.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Without the scattering effect of air bubbles, light can penetrate ice more deeply. Glacial ice acts like a light filter, <span style="background-color: white;">absorbing red and yellow light and reflecting blue light, creating the beautiful blue hues of a glacier. WHO KNEW?</span></span></div>
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The Dramamine had clearly worn off. Enough said. Luckily our group did not suffer any sea sickness. </div>
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYYu2uVVb9k/XRoQ252SBpI/AAAAAAAAC1E/3d1WKaa9KdcKr2cJHxWJrWFmEJGmQMWzwCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/IMG_4432.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYYu2uVVb9k/XRoQ252SBpI/AAAAAAAAC1E/3d1WKaa9KdcKr2cJHxWJrWFmEJGmQMWzwCK4BGAYYCw/s320/IMG_4432.jpg" width="320" /></a>The Orca family group was beautiful. It's hard to catch a full photo. One breached just as we were leaving, and of course I didn't have camera in hand. We also cruised by puffins nesting on island cliffs, but again we weren't close enough for my lens to capture a clear image, and they are fast little flyers! Here are seals sleeping on the rocks, with the blue glacial tint to the surrounding water. </div>
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Josh ferried his exhausted group back to the lodge, where we learned Augie would again be our guide for our final lodge-based adventure day. Kayaking tomorrow!</div>
Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09277065764755438143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012688198090323425.post-23569806807245474762019-07-07T16:37:00.000-07:002019-07-07T16:41:15.589-07:00Best vacation Ever: Alaska, Day 10<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Slept well with the windows open, lulled by the sounds of the Susitna river. Fresh coffee in the River Lodge lounge and then off to breakfast with Lisa and Josh of <a href="http://greatalaska.com/" target="_blank">Great Alaska</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Josh chose a locally famous breakfast spot, the Roadhouse. The Roadhouse has existed since early 1900's, serving as a restaurant and small hotel for miners, railroad workers, tourists and mountain climbers. They serve ENORMOUS breakfasts, so be sure to ask for a half order. And we knew we would need all that food, because we were exploring Denali National Park today...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">In a bus.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Maybe not.</span><br />
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RPkCJe8AQBM/XSHmu6m2J_I/AAAAAAAAC4Y/HFxUC5HwAXIBNMSo5NTBNom_pzkSSbEdQCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/IMG_4520.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RPkCJe8AQBM/XSHmu6m2J_I/AAAAAAAAC4Y/HFxUC5HwAXIBNMSo5NTBNom_pzkSSbEdQCK4BGAYYCw/s320/IMG_4520.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Denali is mostly inaccessible by car. The first rangers used sleds and dogs to patrol the park and prevent poaching. In fact, Denali was established because miners and railroad workers were decimating animal populations, especially Dall sheep. Concerned sport hunters, who had seen this occur in the lower 48, petitioned the government to establish protected lands. When tourists started to come to Alaska (quite the traveling feat), the rangers needed a way to get them in and out of the park - and wisely decided to protect the park from vehicles, instead establishing bus tours.</span><br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7bdwhxtQ_I/XSHmwfPyyBI/AAAAAAAAC4g/dS4aFdpQQFsD79q-73JKgBSi3WsfZZvxwCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/IMG_4525.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; color: #555555; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7bdwhxtQ_I/XSHmwfPyyBI/AAAAAAAAC4g/dS4aFdpQQFsD79q-73JKgBSi3WsfZZvxwCK4BGAYYCw/s320/IMG_4525.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">In Denali, private vehicles can drive the first fifteen miles of THE road in Denali. Park Road is 92 miles long - after Savage River, only Park buses can continue on the single lane, gravel miles. They have tour buses and transit buses: If you want to get off and on and hike or camp, transit buses. Seeing the park with tour guide narration? Tour buses, choosing either 5 hours, 7- 8 hours, or 12 hours. We were scheduled for the 8 hour bus. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #555555; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></span>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09277065764755438143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012688198090323425.post-5584010796230903932019-07-05T14:05:00.001-07:002019-07-05T14:08:05.277-07:00Best vacation ever: Day 9 AlaskaBest vacation ever: Day 9 Alaska<br />
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The second Josh picked us up for the final chapter of our <a href="https://www.greatalaska.com/" target="_blank">Great Alaska</a> journey - we traveled with Lisa to Denali, stopping at <a href="https://www.talkeetnachamber.org/" target="_blank">Talkeetna</a> on the way.<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9oyW7RF76JE/XR-4oBeeZYI/AAAAAAAAC2k/H8VJabcR-kw54Dzp0m-qE8cITKaVyFOcwCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/IMG_4463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9oyW7RF76JE/XR-4oBeeZYI/AAAAAAAAC2k/H8VJabcR-kw54Dzp0m-qE8cITKaVyFOcwCK4BGAYYCw/s320/IMG_4463.jpg" width="320" /></a>Our first stop on the drive was the <a href="https://www.alaskawildlife.org/" target="_blank">Alaska wildlife Conservation Center</a>. Rescued animals were kept in large natural fenced areas. They had a grizzly who was found as a young cub with hundreds of porcupine quills in his feet, abandoned and starving. He now lives at the center, healed and happy, unable to leave since he never learned how to survive in the wild. Moose, wolf, deer, caribou, porcupine...all were represented.<br />
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Next stop was lunch - at the <a href="https://www.alyeskaresort.com/resort/about-aerial-tram" target="_blank">Alyeska Resort and Hotel</a>, a ski resort. We took their tram to the top of the mountain (2300 elevation) and enjoyed snow and lunch with a view.<br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4uMnU3eCJw/XR-6YMEdtfI/AAAAAAAAC2w/DfOTS0C5of4_Zx2jruCafdDdQb6F12TCwCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/IMG_4478.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4uMnU3eCJw/XR-6YMEdtfI/AAAAAAAAC2w/DfOTS0C5of4_Zx2jruCafdDdQb6F12TCwCK4BGAYYCw/s320/IMG_4478.jpg" width="213" /></a>Next stop was Talkeetna, a town often used as the beginning point for Mt. Denali climbers (remember, Mt. McKinley is now called Mt. Denali). It's cute and quaint; we arrived in time to check in to our rooms at <a href="https://susitnariverlodge.com/" target="_blank">Susitna River Lodge</a> before heading over to the airport. We were to do a Denali flyover. However, that day Mt. Denali was cloud-covered, making for poor viewing and bumpy flying. We were offered cancellation or a different tour, and all decided to do the flight.<br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ez7eDIaMSCU/XR-6rKFQZ-I/AAAAAAAAC3M/Wj9q2awXlaICjPpvJ1sNXOTbgpis7qjFACK4BGAYYCw/s1600/IMG_4496.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ez7eDIaMSCU/XR-6rKFQZ-I/AAAAAAAAC3M/Wj9q2awXlaICjPpvJ1sNXOTbgpis7qjFACK4BGAYYCw/s320/IMG_4496.jpg" width="320" /></a>We flew over beautiful valleys, where each homestead had a small airstrip - no road access. The mountains were majestic, and when we climbed to 12,000 feet we were able to see glaciers, glacial lakes, a fabulous look into Mount Spurr, an active volcanoe.<br />
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Glad we decided to make the flight. It was fabulous. Dinner in Talkeetna, just made it into the restaurant before the 9 p.m. close. Another fun day with Lisa, a good day getting to know Josh, who as tour guide was able to join us on the flight.<br />
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7 a.m. wake up..ahhhh. Knock and coffee by our guide for the day, Augie.<br />
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Barry and I met Augie at the entrance circle, where our three kayaks were strapped to a trailer, ready to go.<br />
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Augie was running a little late because the ratchet straps were misplaced. He explained that he only had one to use, which could be trouble.<br />
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Sadly for Augie, it was. In order to get to our planned kayak on Hidden Lake, we had to enter the Kenai Wildlife Refuge, and traverse mostly gravel roads. Bump, bump, bump, stop, readjust kayak strap, bump bump stop...poor Augie. Augie stayed super calm and although Barry tried to help, really Augie figured out how to secure them and we made it to the launch. He called Great Alaska and they located who had snagged the straps, so they were going to send someone out to drop off extras. Yay for a stress-free ride back to the lodge.<br />
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Here's the photos. WOW. We kayaked out to the second island, had lunch with the butterflies, and paddled back out on a beautiful, phenomenal day - about 4 hours on the water. Perfect.<br />
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Tap, tap, tap...we were awakened at 4:30 a.m. and appreciated the door side coffee. Guzzled some more at breakfast. Dressed with more layers than when we fished for King Salmon - had been a bit chilly all day. Finally broke out the light long underwear and double socks for stylish under wader wear. Packed our lunches, and clomped down to the ramp where Nick had our gear. We were joined by Alex and Sarah, on their honeymoon from Texas.<br />
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Sockeye Salmon don't really hit the Kenai River hard until later in the summer. They are present, but not so plentiful. Fishing for sockeye is incredibly random. After racing to beat Steve (the other fishing guide) to the best tie-up spot, Nick set us up with reels and a demo on Sockeye technique. He warned us yesterday that the fish weren't running full out yet.<br />
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1. You cannot see the fish<br />
2. The fish aren't feeding as the swim upstream to spawn, so they will not bite a hook/bait.<br />
3. The fish aren't plentiful<br />
4. You throw out your line, drag it back through the shallower water, and then snap it and IF YOU HAPPEN TO DRAG AND SNAP IT WHEN A FISH <i>HAPPENS </i>TO BE THERE, you can hook the fish.<br />
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Luckily, we are fishing in a gorgeous location on a beautiful day with eagles flying by and limited mosquitos.<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oVJ1A2ZN6vE/XRiWTrNw4RI/AAAAAAAACy8/TYA25Mh0gNUGmkLlsam0AMNyybT9jz_owCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/IMG_3026.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oVJ1A2ZN6vE/XRiWTrNw4RI/AAAAAAAACy8/TYA25Mh0gNUGmkLlsam0AMNyybT9jz_owCK4BGAYYCw/s320/IMG_3026.jpeg" width="320" /></a>Because otherwise, this would not be fun.<br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7bOOKlJA_Fg/XRiWVRPDqTI/AAAAAAAACzM/41rUDgZtQ_QmNQcsLtFUasfH87PzUwWGgCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/IMG_3043.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7bOOKlJA_Fg/XRiWVRPDqTI/AAAAAAAACzM/41rUDgZtQ_QmNQcsLtFUasfH87PzUwWGgCK4BGAYYCw/s320/IMG_3043.jpeg" width="240" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4hSVWMy3vCM/XRiWUiL-n1I/AAAAAAAACzE/m_gstT9sn3ULyQuJKkGaW9PTuQ3jyfTzwCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/IMG_3030.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4hSVWMy3vCM/XRiWUiL-n1I/AAAAAAAACzE/m_gstT9sn3ULyQuJKkGaW9PTuQ3jyfTzwCK4BGAYYCw/s320/IMG_3030.jpeg" width="240" /></a>Barry, still not feeling well, set to with the determination of a man with a task and a low grade fever. He was strong on the snap, and was casting at about a 2:1 rate to my casts. Alex also had The Crud, and eventually gave up and laid down in the boat. Barry caught the first fish...and 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 which filled our (3 each) limit. I hooked 2 and lost 2. Sarah caught 3, and Nick (guide) caught 1, but he was busy helping all of us with our catch.<br />
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Now for Barry to do this, he must have cast 2,000 times, and I am not exaggerating. It seemed every time he would eat a snack, he'd come back and catch another. So then everyone was trying the Doritos/cookies strategy...I was doomed, because I packed a healthy lunch and apparently apples are not linked to higher fish catching.<br />
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Half way through the day, Lisa (our Hoosier friend from day 1) and her guide came floating by on their rowboat. Her activity was a river float with a stop for champagne and cheese and fruit. Since my arm was aching and I was a tad frustrated, I thought about wading out and jumping in!<br />
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All in all a fun day. When we returned to <a href="https://www.greatalaska.com/" target="_blank">Great Alaska</a>, the staff came out to sign us up for fish transport and help us take photos. They were happy for us, our catch, to take our photos. Genuine, intimate, nice people. It is truly what made our stay here so special.<br />
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Best Vacation Ever: Day 5, Alaska<br />
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Augie took us on a hike to the Russian River falls where the Sockeye Salmon were swimming en masse upstream...up WATERFALLS...to get to their spawning home. Here you see the waterfall, and I tried to include a photo of the fish pooling on top of each other waiting for their attempt. I caught one fish on camera, not in a big leap though. It was hard to capture!<br />
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On our way to the second hike location, Bear Mountain Trail, this friendly fella strolled in front of our van and around the side, stopping to munch a bit before continuing on his way. So check black bear off the list! The bear mountain hike was only about a mile long, mostly uphill, and we were rewarded with this fabulous view of Skilak Lake. It is a glacial lake fed by the Skilak glacier, so a beautiful blue. Augie also showed me a lot of the wildflowers, and got me to eat a northern bluebell flower. Yum. Blueberries grow wild in the mountains, but sadly not harvest time.<br />
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Walked/hiked about 8 miles and since Barry wasn't feeling well, called it a day. I went down to the "beach" while Barry napped. This is an area by the river staffed by Cameron, where one can practice sockeye salmon fishing (I practiced...Cameron actually caught some). Cameron set me up with waders, reel, and basic instructions and I happily cast away for an hour or so. After supper, guests gather around the campfire to socialize and snack on s'mores. I don't know HOW because the food was GREAT and very filling.<br />
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Tomorrow: Sockeye Salmon fishing...which means...4:30 a.m. again!<br />
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It was a chilly, beautiful morning. We went up river a few miles and then set up at one of Steve's favorite spots. He set us up with different lures, and coordinated getting all the lines in the water so no tangles. No sooner did the lures hit the water than yours truly caught the first fish. Steve guided me through reeling it in, then carefully arranged for the photo so the fish was<br />
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The big story of the day occurred after a few hours. Our lines were in the water trailing behind the boat. I have a photo of my lure...Barry's was slightly longer...maybe 5 inches, about the same colors. Steve suddenly pointed out a young eagle flying down the river right by us. We were all so mesmerized by the sight that we didn't discern his intent until too late. The eagle swooped in and grabbed Barry's lure, somehow tangling or hooking himself.<br />
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Steve did a great job keeping all calm. Three of us reeled in our lines. The eagle swam/floundered toward shore. On Steve's request, I got his coat from under the seat and the large net ready. Steve slowly moved the boat to shore, instructing Barry how to keep his line. When we made it to shore, Steve put on his gloves, put his pliers in pocket, and grabbed the net. The eagle was thrashing around trying to free itself. Just as Steve managed to net him, the eagle either got free or the line/hook was knocked off by the net...and off our errant eagle flew.<br />
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And, if you are wondering what Joe was doing...he instantly had his phone out and recorded the incident. He trimmed off the initial boat maneuvering, and if you are interested in seeing it (he did a great job!), here's the link: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eyTdIWzQywk&feature=youtu.be" target="_blank">Eagle Video</a><br />
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<br />Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09277065764755438143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012688198090323425.post-90814785403057176612019-06-26T05:35:00.001-07:002019-06-26T05:40:47.730-07:00Best Vacation Ever: Day 3 AlaskaBest Vacation Ever: Alaska Day 3<br />
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Here's a few photos. Start with an adolescent male bear who lumbered up the beach behind us. He was so lanky (still 200-300 pounds). I loved watching the sibling bears cuddle and wrestle. Saw bears sleeping on rocky cliffs.<br />
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It was mating season, so we witnessed the amorous adventures of two different couples. Turns out, bears have delayed implantation. When the female bear goes into hibernation, her body fat determines how many baby bears implant...between 1 and 4 depending on how well nourished she is. The cubs are born during hibernation! The guide was a little vague on how aware the mom was of the birth...the cubs somehow get into place to nurse, and in the spring...surprise! Baby bears! We only saw one mom with a cub, and she was moving fast and I didn't get a photo. The guide explained she keeps moving because the cub is vulnerable to predators, even older male bears.<br />
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Tides put us on a late afternoon flight back to the <a href="https://www.greatalaska.com/" target="_blank">lodge</a>, where we enjoyed happy hour. Guests meet their guide for the next day. Dinner is social - we sat with Lisa and another couple from Bear Camp. Food is a single entree; all entrees through vacation were excellent. Exhausted, we fell into bed - scheduled wake up was 4:30 a.m. for FISHING!<br />
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While researching Alaskan trips for our 35th anniversary, I booked this particular vacation after hearing an author, <a href="https://susanelizabethphillips.com/" target="_blank">Susan Elizabeth Phillips</a>, speak about her experience at <a href="https://www.greatalaska.com/alaska-bear-viewing/alaska-bear-camp" target="_blank">Bear Camp</a>. I already received the catalog from <a href="https://www.greatalaska.com/" target="_blank">Great Alaska Adventure Lodg</a>e, and her descriptions sealed the deal. However, I was very nervous about the small plane ride. In all I'd read, I learned small planes were the key to touring Alaska. Only 20% of Alaska is accessible by car. So, nerves or no, I was committed to getting to Bear Camp.<br />
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Brian from Great Alaska picked up Lisa (my new friend!) and us promptly at 7:30. On our drive to the Lodge in Sterling, AK, we were impressed with the beauty of the valleys, rivers, and mountains. The lodge is on the edge of Sterling...off the main road and into another world. It sits on the confluence of the Moose and Kenai rivers. So beautiful! After a short tour, we found out our departure to bear camp was delayed. Since the planes land on the beach (gulp), we needed to wait for low tide. We ate lunch (elk burgers!) then Sherry, coordinator of activities and guides, sent AJ, a lovely young woman from Michigan, to lead us on a kayak ride down the Moose River.<br />
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The flight to bear camp was JUST FINE. We needed two planes for our group; Lisa was on the other plane. Totally smooth, no bumps, great scenery, super smooth beach landing. We flew into Bear Camp, received an orientation, and immediately went out with one of the bear guides, Steve. The bears dig for clams (an early source of protein) on the mud flats right in front of the camp. 15 years ago, only 1 out of 50 bears did this. Now nearly all the bears do. Recently, a bear discovered the flounder in the shallow water, and caught one (by slapping down, I think!)...a second and third bear have already adopted this fishing behavior. Smart bears! We were watching this beautiful female bear feed, then walked to the camp's personal viewing platform, inland "behind" the camp, on a large meadow...two minutes later, down our trail, she came, walking next to the platform and then out to rinse off in the meadow lake.<br />
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She walked RIGHT in front of us, then to our side, then decided the view was nice and sat next to the log we vacated. Exhausted, she lay down and relaxed...and I thought "we are going to be here a very long time". However, still hungry from a long winter of hibernation, she sighed and rambled back to the meadow to munch grass.<br />
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Writing these post-vacation, hope my recall is good!<br />
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We started the travel day getting up at 5, taxi at 7:30, flight at 10. Barry and I planned to use one day passes at the O'Hare United Lounge, but no go...busy Monday morning so restricted access to only <i>real</i> members. Barry then dropped his insulated cup/vacuum lid (not Yeti..Menard's version) and it immediately cracked. We soon discovered mine leaked like a sieve when tilted, so will shop in Anchorage. Water bottles were required at our Lodge. This incident is important...stay tuned.<br />
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The majority of our plans were made through the <a href="https://www.greatalaska.com/kenai-river-lodge" target="_blank">Great Alaska Adventure Lodge</a>. More on this AMAZING location and people in upcoming days. One of their preferred Anchorage hotels was the Lakefront. This hotel sits on Lake Spenard/Lake Hood, the largest float plane harbor in the world. Only 20% of Alaska is accessible by road; many people have personal airstrips and planes to reach their homes. Float planes flew overhead continually.<br />
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We took the gratis hotel shuttle downtown Anchorage to eat and buy water bottles. Had an early dinner at <a href="https://www.glacierbrewhouse.com/" target="_blank">The Glacier Brewhouse</a>, then off to an outfitter store. Managed to do all before the return shuttle scheduled. When we arrived, the shuttle was loading, clearly more people waiting than seats. Several irritated couples spoke up saying they waited an additional hour due to previous shuttle crowd, so we backed away. When it left, we started chatting with a woman unable to get a seat, and offered to share an uber.<br />
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This was my biggest God-incidence of the trip (I don't believe in coincidence!). Lisa was about our age, first time to Alaska. It turned out she was with Great Alaska as well, and would be traveling with us in the morning. And she was from Indiana. And, sadly, she revealed that this was to have been her 30th anniversary trip with her husband, who died in November after late stage cancer diagnosis. She courageously decided to come alone. We shared much of our trip, and it was a joy to get to know and spend time with Lisa.<br />
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Early night due to time change and 7:30 a.m. morning pickup. So much more to tell you! Stay tuned. Third picture is the tease...<br />
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<br />Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09277065764755438143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012688198090323425.post-44092322472640336322013-12-10T18:49:00.000-08:002013-12-10T18:54:51.330-08:00Christmas, 2013Christmas, 2013 <br />
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Dear friends and family, <br />
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I’ll start with the difficult news. Barry’s father, Cecil, passed away in May. He was a gentle, funny, loving man, a great father and husband. This November, Barry’s mother, Mary Kay, joined Cecil in Heaven. Mary Kay was an amazingly patient and generous mother of five, a woman of faith and grace. We will miss them always. This picture is Christmas, 2012.<br />
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After the Ironman, Ann decided to go for a real challenge: she returned to Carmel Catholic faculty, teaching five sections of Church History. 140.6 miles seemed easier at times! Ann visited her Mom once a week and loved planning and planting the new house gardens. Ann struggled with training through winter and the May move, but hit the bike/run/swim hard in summer.<br />
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In March, Barry took an early retirement from Mondelez (name of split-off international Kraft Foods). He stayed in Florida to host the kids on Spring Break, then joined Ann up north. Barry registered for Ironman Florida, the Steelhead half-Ironman, and Augusta half-IM. In June, an unfortunate bike crash and collarbone fracture derailed his training. First 6 weeks, no training. Next 6 weeks, limited to riding his road bike on a stationary trainer in the basement. He did this with dedication, up to 3 hours at a time. In August he was cleared to run and swim, so back to Florida. <br />
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We skipped Steelhead, but went to Augusta. Along the way, we stopped at St. Augustine, St. Simon’s Island, and Savannah. In Savannah, we saw our new grandniece, Charlotte! So sweet. <br />
Barry had a great race, a personal best by 58 minutes; Ann improved her time by 15 minutes. Both enjoyed the push of Savannah River current for fantastic swim times. <br />
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November 2, 2013 found Amy, Ann, and Baker Buddies, Lynn and Mike D’Asta cheering Barry’s Ironman start. <br />
The swim was intimidating with agitated, 10-foot breakers. After an outstanding swim (2.4 mi), he hopped on the bike and we retired to Waffle House for some well-deserved sustenance and rest. His bike (112 miles) was long and blessedly uneventful. <br />
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We greeted his return and cheered him onto the run. Barry endured the 26.2 miles and finished an IRONMAN at 15 hours and 10 minutes. We thank all for the wonderful support and encouragement throughout that day and for our fundraising mission, the Boomer Esiason Foundation for Cystic Fibrosis research.<br />
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Amy started her second year of dual-language teaching at Dawes elementary in Evanston. She loves her students and work. Amy and her boyfriend Kenny adopted a Bernese Mountain Dog – Karma – who is the same age as Kayla’s Kaner, but will be three times the size. She is a gentle, sweet, playful giant, bounding about our property with joyful abandon. Amy is a cupcake master with such intriguing samples as bacon with maple frosting, pink champagne, and eggnog with spiced rum frosting. <br />
Amy completed her first Sprint and Olympic distance triathlons. <br />
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In May, Kayla graduated with her Master’s of Science in Athletic Training. She happily accepted a position with her undergraduate school, Albion College and was assigned football as her first sport. We watch the games on the web and cheer (circumspectly, we don’t want it to seem we like athletic injury) when she runs on the field to care for a player.<br />
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Kayla started a family after graduation – Kaner, a mix-breed Australian Shepherd-hound mix challenges and delights her. Kayla ran her first marathon at Disney in January. <br />
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In addition to marathon training and biomedical engineering studies, Christopher enjoys swimming and lifting. He plays piano for the Sunday night Mass. He is constantly on the go, and is even involved in a start-up project for a student-invented medical device. <br />
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Our best wishes, prayers, and hopes for you that this year was one of grace and mercy, and that the next be blessed with faith, love, and laughter. May the peace of Christ bring you joy and encouragement each and every day.<br />
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<br />Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09277065764755438143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012688198090323425.post-77609712551055022392013-08-29T09:45:00.000-07:002013-08-29T09:45:44.434-07:00Looks like I will be able to participate in the <a href="http://www.ironman.com/triathlon/events/americas/ironman-70.3/augusta.aspx#axzz2dNCozStO">Augusta 70.3</a>, so I'm being a lot more diligent about my training. <br />
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As a consequence, everything I own hurts. <br />
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Nevertheless, once I commit, I commit. Today I had a long run scheduled. No problem - weather looking good, with a break in the heat. <br />
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Last Sunday, when I went for my long bike ride (50 miles), I discovered I only had one <a href="https://guenergy.com/">GU</a> (a nutritional gel with calories and electrolytes), no Gatorade. I made-do with the GU, seven fig newtons, and an <a href="http://www.frs.com/">FRS energy drink</a>. <br />
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On Monday, I placed <a href="www.amazon.com">Amazon</a> order for GU and <a href="http://www.bodyglide.com/">Glide</a> (anti-chafe stick). We are Prime members, so the Wednesday package arrival was perfect for my long run. <br />
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Last night, lying in bed (BTW, took five minutes trying to determine if I was LAYING or LYING in bed), I realized I missed my dog's barking cacophony when the FedEx man arrives. Turning off the alarm, I searched the porch, around the porch, the sides of the steps, and out by the garage. <br />
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No package. <br />
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Checked Amazon. Somehow my package missed the truck, so would be delivered Thursday instead. <br />
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Arghhh...went to sleep wondering if I had a race gel sample or two tucked away. <br />
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Nope. No gels. Not in my backpack, not in my gym bag. Not in my race drawer, not in my work bag. <br />
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Walked the dog - 67 degrees, humid, but fine. <br />
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I have created a LOT of excuses during the past months for avoiding workouts, but today I am determined. <br />
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I decide to MacGyver some nutrition. <br />
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I need a base, some electrolytes, and some calories. <br />
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I put the <a href="www.frs.com">FRS drink</a> in the blender (I would like to appeal to FRS at this point not to sue me for inappropriate use and promotion of their product). <br />
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Turned on the blender. <br />
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Removed the center lid plug to add ingredients. <br />
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Added 1/2 teaspoon of salt. <br />
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Turn over the honey jar, and begin to add honey. <br />
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In high school, Mr. Vermillion was the Chemistry and Physics teacher. From his classes, I remember two things: <br />
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1) It is a known scientific fact that hair is as long inside the brain as outside. More girls were now in science classes because boys tangled their brains by growing long hair, like the girls. <br />
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He was joking. <br />
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He was bald. <br />
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2) ALWAYS <b>ALWAYS <i>ALWAYS</b></i> check the lid on a chemical container before using or pouring. If the user before you did not tighten the lid, a chemical spill could occur. <br />
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Sorry Mr. Vermillion. I failed.<br />
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The honey lid was not tightened. As I was the last to use the honey, I have only myself to blame. The lid went in and chop, crack, cringe, crunch.<br />
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I filtered the mess with my sieve, then went back to it, this time forgetting to put the lid on before turning on the blender. <br />
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I created quite the sticky mess. <br />
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Amazingly, I ended up with about 10 ounces of mixture. It didn't taste badly. <br />
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Have you ever picked up a new gel during a race and thought, "I need a gel. It's not my brand. Many people use it. How different can it be? I'll be fine. I need a gel..."<br />
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Then the nausea begins. <br />
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Weeellll...<br />
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I did run 10.2, my longest run of the season. <br />
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I did burp a lot during the miles, was queasy and uncomfortable. I probably drank about five ounces full strength total. <br />
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At the half way point I have water access, so I dumped most of the remaining concoction, diluted a couple ounces with water, and alternated at the point between water and diluted nutrition.<br />
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I fought through the last two miles, some cramping and fatigue. <br />
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And when I got home?<br />
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What awaited the mad scientist? <br />
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MY <a href="www.amazon.com">AMAZON</a> PACKAGE!<br />
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Curse you <a href="www.fedex.com">FedEx</a>. <br />
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Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09277065764755438143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012688198090323425.post-23341130641914804172012-12-01T06:05:00.000-08:002012-12-01T06:16:13.019-08:00Christmas letter, 2012<i>Late December/January:</i><br />
Lorelai (Kirk’s granddaughter) baptized. Ann and Barry finish <a href="http://www.rundisney.com/disneyworld-marathon/">Disney World Goofy Challenge</a>– half marathon Saturday/full on Sunday.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ntWjkDlGWAc/ULoLjIttDOI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/FY7N8p7m6pA/s1600/384070_747096690395_31400593_36115754_128962602_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ntWjkDlGWAc/ULoLjIttDOI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/FY7N8p7m6pA/s320/384070_747096690395_31400593_36115754_128962602_n.jpg" /></a></div>Christopher finishes Mickey Marathon – his first 26.2 – then hops on a plane and starts 2nd semester at <a href="www.gatech.edu">Georgia Tech</a>. Barry’s annual golf weekend marked by great weather and exaggerated fish stories.<br />
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<i>February:</i><br />
Ann spends great weekend with the D’Asta family in Phoenix. Barry travels to Brazil and Mexico, and Ann flies up for a visit with Mom D. Ann enjoys <a href="http://www.pinecrest-fl.gov/index.aspx?page=424">Miami’s Farmer’s Market</a>, where a friend gifts her with an heirloom tomato plant and Ann is transported to tomato heaven every day. <br />
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<i>March:</i><br />
Spring break month! 13 visitors over 4 weeks – jet skiing, beach bumming, kite flying, and pool napping. Ann begins full out training for <a href="http://www.ironman.com/triathlon/events/ironman/florida.aspx#axzz2Do7jyxKA">Ironman Florida</a>.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Soi8Gh-nS4/ULoLJfpzJpI/AAAAAAAAAxE/xyFI5BIpfqs/s1600/IMG_2278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="213" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Soi8Gh-nS4/ULoLJfpzJpI/AAAAAAAAAxE/xyFI5BIpfqs/s320/IMG_2278.JPG" /></a></div><i>April:</i><br />
The excitement begins! Barry and Ann sell house and begin work to build their FINAL home on river front property in Libertyville. When we first saw the land, it said “home”. <br />
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<i>May:</i><br />
Amy graduates with her M.A. in Curriculum and Instruction with a Bilingual Specialization. She runs in <a href="www.flyingpigmarathon.com/">Cincinnati Flying Pig half marathon</a> with her Aunt Theresa. Ann’s bible study and choir end. Chris comes to Miami for a week before GT summer session. He takes job at the GT Recreational center. Barry helps Ann train; how many Bakers does it take to change a bike flat? At least two!<br />
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<i>June: </i><br />
Amy hired as dual language 4th grade teacher in Evanston, IL. Kayla completes first year graduate school at <a href="www.ilstu.edu">ISU</a>. Ann and Barry move north into rental house. Ann drives up with dog and cat – Barry drives the bicycles up one day later. Ann’s van breaks down on 1-75 in the middle of rural Georgia. 95°. Manages to get off interstate and up a ramp to a safe area. Towed to a Days Inn in Ashburn – Ford fixes car next day. Barry meets up with and follows Ann through Atlanta, then veers off to see his parents. Ann safely arrives in Libertyville. Ann joins a coaching group to prepare for Ironman. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-go02MwVtpXs/ULoL5GmODaI/AAAAAAAAAxc/9ZiRIAHPmRg/s1600/IMG_2369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="213" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-go02MwVtpXs/ULoL5GmODaI/AAAAAAAAAxc/9ZiRIAHPmRg/s320/IMG_2369.JPG" /></a></div><br />
She discovers that the only correct aspect of her swimming technique is breathing. Barry and Ann ‘race’ the <a href="www.ramtri.com/bigfoot/">Bigfoot Olympic</a> length triathlon in Lake Geneva, WI. Shared a terrific time at Kirk and Karen’s lake house with Dunkelberger Clan, complete with a one-mile lake swim.<br />
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July:</i> <br />
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Swim, Bike, Run. Swim, Bike, Run. Swim, Bike, Run. Ann buys a used triathlon bike and slowly adjusts to the aero (resting on bars) position. She lacks the gift of balance. Bruises and scrapes follow. Enjoy Kayla’s summer visit. While condo hunting, Amy moves in with us. Break ground on house.<br />
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<i>August:</i><br />
Chris is home for two weeks between semesters. He vows never to take summer school again. Amy bids on a Chicago two-bedroom condo. House basement poured. On a mild Sunday, Barry and Ann participate in the Benton Harbor, <a href="http://www.ironman.com/triathlon/events/ironman-70.3/steelhead.aspx#axzz2Do7jyxKA">MI Steelhead 70.3 Ironman</a>. Calm Lake Michigan waters marked the 1.2 mi swim, lights winds graced the 56 mi. bike ride, and cheering volunteers made short work of the 13.1 mi run. LOVED it! Best of all, Mom D. played cheerleader – so much fun to see her face when exiting the swim. <br />
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<i>September:</i><br />
Ann, Barry, Dog and Cat journey down to <a href="http://www.visitclearwaterflorida.com/">Clearwater</a> for Ann to finish IM training. Run, bike, and swim intensifies. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ibyBl0JKiY/ULoMlObF34I/AAAAAAAAAx0/V5pMHSs3u_k/s1600/IMG_0477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ibyBl0JKiY/ULoMlObF34I/AAAAAAAAAx0/V5pMHSs3u_k/s320/IMG_0477.JPG" /></a></div>Ann swims in the gulf, runs in the heat, and uses an off road trail for bike rides now ranging from 50 – 80 miles. Kayla comes for a long weekend, a nice break from grad school and athletic trainer duties at Normal West High school.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TLDHU0FOWhQ/ULoMw4cukMI/AAAAAAAAAyA/kNeqmMTT7dE/s1600/IMG_0479.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TLDHU0FOWhQ/ULoMw4cukMI/AAAAAAAAAyA/kNeqmMTT7dE/s320/IMG_0479.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<i>October:</i><br />
Chris visits for fall break. Amy closes on her condo. Kayla decides to run Mickey Marathon with a friend, starts training. Barry visits his parents and travels to Istanbul. Barry, Christopher and Kirk (Ann’s brother) run into the teeth of Hurricane Sandy, “oo-rahing” through the <a href="www.marinemarathon.com">Marine Corp Marathon</a>, escaping just ahead of the devastating storm. <br />
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<i>November:</i><br />
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On November 3, Ann reached her long-held dream, swimming 2.4 miles in strong gulf waters, biking a windy, warm 112 mi., and jog/walking 26.2 mi. in 15:49:55. (Hours/minutes/seconds) <br />
“Ann Baker, <b>IS AN <a href="www.ironman.com">IRONMAN</a></b>!” <br />
Ann extends unbounded gratitude to those at the event (Barry, Amy, and Lynn D’Asta) and those who supported her from a distance. Ann fundraised for the <a href="www.esiason.org/">Boomer Esiason Foundation</a> for Cystic Fibrosis and thanks all that donated to her campaign. <br />
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Ann, Barry, Dog, and Cat drive home. House is framed with windows and roof. Moved Amy into her condo. Ann agrees to teach at <a href="www.carmelhs.org">Carmel Catholic</a> spring semester. Chris gets a research position in adult stem cell lab. Kayla and Chris home for first full family Thanksgiving in 6 years. Barry visits parents. <br />
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<i>December:</i><br />
Looking forward to Holiday, Holy Days, Faith, Fun, Family, and Friends. We pray your year was blessed and that faith in the never -ending love of <a href="http://www.ancient-future.net/jesuschrist.html">Christ</a> sustains you through the ups and downs of this life. <br />
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With much love and gratitude – Blessed Christmas, <br />
Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09277065764755438143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012688198090323425.post-10460531140196352872012-11-13T17:39:00.000-08:002012-11-14T17:43:50.614-08:00Ironman Florida, 2012 Race ReportI award everyone who reads this entire post an honorary "Ironman for Indulging an Ironman". <br />
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For the faint of heart: I am a 51 year old female, first time, one training year wannabe with a long-held desire to complete an Ironman. I did so on November 3, 2012, <a href="http://www.ironman.com/triathlon/events/ironman/florida.aspx#axzz2BxCxsy4P">Ironman Florida</a>, in 15:49:55. The end. <br />
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For the braver among you...<br />
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We arrived in Panama City Beach on Wednesday, October 31. Barry and I checked in at Laketown Wharf (Great rooms, close to <a href="www.ironman.com">Ironman</a> central, only complaint is sparsity of elevators. Two banks at opposite ends of enormous complex). After we got The Girl (my bike) upstairs, I walked to registration. <br />
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Eep! <br />
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They bought off my nerves off with charming volunteers and great swag: an Ironman Florida tri backpack and license plate frame. OOHHHH...<br />
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Had a ART (active release therapy) treatment for my hamstring and shoulder. I have no pride. I am lying in full public view while the therapist gets his fingers into my hamstring which probably looks like he's doing something <i>completely</i> unprofessional, but in reality is only a hairsbreath away from exceedingly painful. I've had a lot of trouble with inflammation at the insertion point - this did not flare up during the race, so yay to my random ART helper and <a href="http://countryside-chiropractic.com/About_Us.html">Dr.Giuseppe Giovatto</a> who treated me during Clearwater training. <br />
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Picked up my BFF Lynn D'Asta at the Fort Walton Beach airport (allow 1.5 hours from PCB). <br />
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On Thursday, Barry volunteered all day at registration. It was a tight contest, but he is my favorite volunteer.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rg8DgYh91bc/UKLvbXluZSI/AAAAAAAAAv4/xKpUL1d1PUc/s1600/ResizedImage951351807578384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="180" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rg8DgYh91bc/UKLvbXluZSI/AAAAAAAAAv4/xKpUL1d1PUc/s320/ResizedImage951351807578384.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Lynn and I went to Mass for All Saint's day, then drove the bike route. The roads looked great, the bridge similar to Clearwater's, three or four rolling hills and the cracked road I'd heard about miles 50-60. I didn't think it looked that bad. <br />
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Ha ha ha, you foolish, foolish girl. <br />
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Back at the condo, Lynn and I methodically over-pack my transition bags. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIO2x89cENU/UKLf7XcQUEI/AAAAAAAAAtM/H9-SRKa3s8c/s1600/IMG_2554.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIO2x89cENU/UKLf7XcQUEI/AAAAAAAAAtM/H9-SRKa3s8c/s320/IMG_2554.jpg" /></a></div><br />
I was careful to separate things into ziploc bag categories, so the "you-never-know"s didn't interfere with getting into the "necessaries". I was slightly embarrassed by the bulge of my swim-to-bike bag, but the T2 was nicely compact.<br />
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Thursday evening was the athlete dinner, featuring normal hotel buffet food and very crowded seating. It was almost impossible to move between the tables once others were seated. <br />
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The pep rally portion was inspirational. It was great to hear some Ironman stories, see a "Pump you up!" video. I was disappointed to learn only <u><b>35</b></u> athletes participated in <a href="http://www.ironmanfoundation.org/site/c.8qKLJUMuFdLYG/b.7679085/k.BEBE/Home.htm">Ironman Foundation</a> - one can race for a cause, fundraising with the help of the Foundation. My cause was Cystic Fibrosis, the <a href="http://www.esiason.org/">Boomer Esiason Foundation</a>. <br />
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Athlete meeting next - snagged a sweet seat in the VIP section. For some reason, the presenters rushed through the material. What? What?!! For the first timer, it was a little crazy deciphering the details. As an obsessive reader/researcher, I had enough "experience" through race reports, two friend mentors, and books to piece it all together. <br />
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Late Thursday night, Barry drove back to the airport to pick up my eldest daughter, Amy. Other than super fan and sign designer, she also functioned as official team photographer, and is therefore not pictured in any of the images. Love you!<br />
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Friday awoke with a knot in my stomach. It wasn't that I had any specific fear thoughts; I seem to have conscious control of my anxiety. SUBCONSCIOUSLY, it appears to be a completely different story. I could not eat, so I put in what I could, but did not meet my pre-race meal plan. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EGeXibqqexE/UKLgQa-oDfI/AAAAAAAAAtY/LQSWCQG5EIs/s1600/IMG_2563.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EGeXibqqexE/UKLgQa-oDfI/AAAAAAAAAtY/LQSWCQG5EIs/s320/IMG_2563.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Dropped off The Girl and transition bags. Took a morning swim in the ocean - saw two large, gorgeous pink jelly fish and did a "yikes!" full stop in the water. Good to get that shock out of the way - never saw one in Clearwater. <br />
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Best decision all day: <a href="http://www.endurancenation.us/">Endurance Nation</a> seminar. In my hunger for all information, these coaches provide a bonanza of gratis online materials I found extremely beneficial. Their seminar was motivating, amusing, and informational. In the end, the concepts of "staying in my box" and "you will have problems" were pivotal to my Ironman finish. Very grateful for their generosity. <br />
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Had a Skype interview with Amy's 4th graders. Best question: "Are you doing this for money, or for fun?" Best moment: Audible group gasp when I revealed I am a decrepit 51 years old! <br />
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Took an evening walk on the beach, but was feeling the tension. Did some yoga stretching and gentle rolling of the IT bands and quads, but nothing seemed to help. <br />
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Did not sleep - or perhaps dozed a little, but mostly was awake, fighting nausea I am sure was anxiety. Prayed, breathed, changed from the bed to the sofa - nothing helped. By 4 a.m. when I got up to eat, I couldn't manage any breakfast. I drank my FRS energy drink, but felt very sick. <br />
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Barry is my rock. He got up, was this oasis of calmness, reassuring me. We both figured once I started, the physical exercise would knock out the anxiety and my stomach would return to normal. <br />
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Yeah, sure.<br />
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Went to transition, dropped off my special needs bags. Pumped up the bike tires, filled the water bottle. The Girl was ready to roll. <br />
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Since the condo was so close, we returned so I could wiggle into my wetsuit in peace. Yank, Yank, tug, tug - Barry grabs and pulls - and I'm in. I grab another FRS and a GU and we head back to the start. <br />
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I'm still not fearful per se, but emotionally overwhelmed, and nauseous. <br />
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Nauseous. <br />
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Nauseous. <br />
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Barry and I take a moment to pray before I enter the corral. <br />
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The swim conditions were challenging. The safety boats were rolling in some decent swells. Chop danced across the water. The current was very strong from right to left, so I positioned myself two thirds of the way back around some women, and about two thirds towards the right barrier. <br />
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Pros start. National anthem. Sun rises. Cannon reports. Swimmers attack - 3000 charging the water, moving en masse along the buoys.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JTjigE8fBgM/UKLggq3bYII/AAAAAAAAAtk/9PdGQH3Wx30/s1600/IMG_2621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="213" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JTjigE8fBgM/UKLggq3bYII/AAAAAAAAAtk/9PdGQH3Wx30/s320/IMG_2621.JPG" /></a></div><br />
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My mind was closed to everything except starting the swim. All shut down except moving forward and focusing on technique. I guess I was "in the box". I didn't have too much trouble with the crowded conditions - someone swam over me when I had to stop when the guy in front of me stopped - I swam next to another man for a long time, but the close quarters in pool practice (thank you <a href="http://www.visionquestcoaching.com/">Vision Quest</a> coach, <a href="http://www.visionquestcoaching.com/about-us/vq-coaches/marcia-cleveland/">Marcia Cleveland</a> for creating open water crowd conditions in our lanes!) prepared me for this and I liked turning my head and seeing him every other breath, keeping pace. The draft was outstanding - I stayed well within my abilities, no shortness of breath or chest tightness. I probably could have gone harder, but felt great, so stayed the course. The swells were big enough I could feel the swim UUUPPP and swim DDOOOWWNN. Later, I probably spoke with a dozen people who, with an odd pride, shared they vomited during the swim. <br />
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Thanks. <br />
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I did NOT need to know that.<br />
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Coolest moment - hitting the shallows approaching the turn around, I was swimming with a petite woman just to my left. Her pace was great so I focused on keeping up and drafting with her. As we exited the water, she ran to the chute, and I had to turn to begin again. The announcer said, "<a href="http://mirindacarfrae.com/">Miranda Carfrae</a> exits the water!" OHHH! I was swimming (for two minutes) next to one of the best Ironman pros. <br />
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Second lap was tougher. I worked very hard fighting the current. Hooked up with a couple groups, but mostly was swimming alone and hard. Here the open water Clearwater swimming really paid off, especially the rougher surf days near the end. I was happy and positive when I ran through the swim finish. <br />
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Amy, Lynn, and Barry had spots immediately behind the volunteers. I was so into the race I did not understand the sign "Jesus walked this part!" I thought it meant walk to transition. Instead, it referred to the swim. Oh, I get it. He walked on water. Very funny, now!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JLAWwukQ9aA/UKLfXvpPzeI/AAAAAAAAAs0/IbYVpneH5WI/s1600/IMG_2757.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="213" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JLAWwukQ9aA/UKLfXvpPzeI/AAAAAAAAAs0/IbYVpneH5WI/s320/IMG_2757.JPG" /></a></div><br />
Bless the volunteers - super fast wetsuit strippers. I wish I had a set of these every swim! <br />
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Long walk through the showers, around the bend, over to my transition bag, and into the changing building. I would guess I was at the back third of participants, so plenty of space and volunteers in changing area. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-Qpmv3ceV8/UKLhGKLjDwI/AAAAAAAAAtw/zEqjTklL5qc/s1600/IMG_2684.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-Qpmv3ceV8/UKLhGKLjDwI/AAAAAAAAAtw/zEqjTklL5qc/s320/IMG_2684.jpg" /></a></div>SUPER helpful - they emptied my bag, loaded up my wetsuit. Hard to completely get dry and I was paranoid about blisters, but I did my best. I had a gatorade and gu and I did manage to get the gu down, but could not tolerate much of gatorade. Loaded up my pockets (I was a pack camel, carrying all my nutrition, plus chamois cream, chapstick, biofreeze packets - in case my neck/back screamed), and out the door. Had to walk a ways to get to sunscreen volunteers - again, thank you! - and then bathroom break. On to the bikes, where ANOTHER wonderful volunteer had The Girl un-racked and waiting. <br />
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Had to play close attention first 10 miles - many potholes and such to avoid. <br />
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The bridge was no big deal, and I enjoyed the speedo clad young men who cheered us on. <br />
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The winds were not bad for the pros and fast age-groupers. However, for the long-cyclists like me, wind speeds picked up throughout the day, and sadly changed direction. I was mentally prepared for this from the forecast. So the start of my ride north, the wind was in my face. Turning West, my MPH popped up. I was in a great cadence, comfortable, but still fighting my stomach. I threw up twice, and since I'd never done this on the bike before, I discovered it is hard not to hit one's self or one's bicycle when this occurs. <br />
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When I reached the "oh, this is not so bad" bumpy road, I discovered that on a bicycle, it is bad. Very bad. My hoo-haw area was already unhappy, and the BUMP, BANG, BUMP <b>BUMP</b> was extraordinarily unpleasant. I tried aero, I tried upright; I couldn't get much speed, and was busy avoiding the bottles, gu's, tubes, and other flotsam from this road's havoc. <br />
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When I reached special needs (56 miles), I got my bag and went to re-stock my fuel. I realize I am massively behind nutrition - had only eaten four gu, two cookies. I was about 500 calories short. As I was exchanging items and refilling my front aero bottle, a female athlete asked me if I had chamois cream, "I'm in AGONY!" <br />
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I shared my packet, but as I did so, got out of rhythm, and must have dropped or set aside the rubber cap for my aero bottle. This is a large cap that one can turn a bottle upside down on and fill when riding. I took it off to put in some concentrated calorie gel and water. <br />
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I did not even realize it was missing until I started to ride. BUMP. SPLASH. BUMP SPLASH. Yikes. I pull over. I can't think straight. I decide to ride back to see if I can find it. <br />
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No deal. <br />
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Now I'm not thinking at all. I've lost 15 or more minutes. I feel I have to ride. <br />
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SO, RATHER THAN EMPTY THE BOTTLE PARTIALLY OUT...<br />
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I get back on the bike and endure four miles of...<br />
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BUMP. SPLASH. BUMP. SPLASH...until I'm laughing at myself and this ridiculousness. <br />
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That's when the Endurance nation info kicks in - I calm down and start thinking. <br />
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I am struggling with bonking due to poor nutrition. I am biking into the strongest wind direction and up and down the only course hills. I am covered in sticky sugar. It was sunny and fairly warm; I had trained in high 80 heat and humidity and don't think this is affecting me too much, but I am warm. I lost my biking pals and am fairly isolated, feeling like I might not make the 5:30 p.m. deadline. <br />
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I want to quit. I want to stop and lie down and sleep. I think "I can't go on."<br />
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I pray, and it helps me focus and problem solve. <br />
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I need to get more nutrition. No matter my nausea, I was going to down a gu every six miles. <br />
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I need water and not to be splashed - stop at each of last three aid stations, fill bottle half way and drink the rest. <br />
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I need to stop feeling defeated and focus on why I am racing. The thought of my waiting husband, daughter, and friend; my Mom; my kids at home, worried by their computers; my amazing friends tracking me; my brothers and their families, especially my niece Julia, a staunch supporter of me and my CF fundraising - at that small, terrible, alone moment in time, I find solace. They are all present - powerful in their thoughts and prayers, riding with me. <br />
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I ate, I prayed, and about mile 80 I felt better and my pace returned to normal. I pictured my usual ride, a 32.5 mile loop. I realized I had exactly that many miles to go, so I mentally pretended I was going point to point. I had done it a dozen times in training. All I had to do was complete the route one more time. <br />
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I start to pass a number of people, and distracted myself with chat, encouragement, and laughter. Thanks, Caroline, for a great conversation (yelled back and forth from the required seven bike lengths, although I don't think the refs were bothering with us at that point).<br />
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I cannot express fully the hoo-haw agony at this point. OW. OW. OW. Enough said.<br />
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The wind turned from the south, so all but one small pre-bridge stretch was into winds that had picked up. <br />
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Over the bridge, passed an athlete walking his bike up. "How you doing?" I yell. <br />
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"Great - what a view!" He waves toward the water.<br />
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Now that's a cup half full, I'd say!<br />
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Turning into town, had a tailwind. Nice rest and relief for last 10 miles. <br />
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Seven hours, 45 minutes after I began cycling, I hit the dismount line. I walked my bike to a volunteer. "Please burn this. I will never ride it again." We all laugh (I was half serious), and I toddled off to transition. <br />
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A motherly, caring volunteer took me under her wing. I had wet wipes, and she told me to get my face - dried snot and sugar. Great. I accidentally wiped my neck where I had a wetsuit burn. The volunteer BLEW ON MY NECK to soothe it and ran off for vaseline. <br />
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Are these the world's greatest people, or what?<br />
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Changed fairly quickly, ran out to mug for Team Baker (their love and encouragement energizes me - I LOVE YOU), used bathroom (from curiousity rather than need; I want to make sure I <i>could</i> still pee. Despite the pain, everything did indeed still function).<br />
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So, ten hours into my Ironman, I start the marathon. I try to run (my strongest leg)..no go. I'm still nauseous. I follow Endurance Nation advice. <br />
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I drink the coke. <br />
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By mile three, I can run a little. I decide to try a thirty count run (about a minute) and a thirty count walk. <br />
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I become obsessed with this. <br />
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I do not stop counting unless I am chatting with someone for a few minutes or stopping in the bathroom (TMI ALERT! I now had gas and was terrified of "sharting" (pooping while farting)). <br />
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And the counting works. I'm consistently between 12 - 13 minute miles, and considering the circumstances, I'm fine with that! <br />
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Darkness falls when I'm in the state park. The sunset has beautifully colored the sky, and I have a short moment of appreciation. My focus has narrowed to the step count and to reaching the turn with plenty of time for the second 13.1 mile loop. <br />
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At the run start, most walkers I passed were exhausted second loopers. Near the end, I found more on my round. To keep myself distracted, I tried to time my walking breaks to meet up with another athlete and converse for a few minutes. Most were enthusiastic, some...not so much. One prompts me to try to the chicken broth - I do, and it is WONDERFUL. I still push my gu's in, but the broth eliminates my stomach pain. I LOVE CHICKEN BROTH. I LOVE COCA COLA. <br />
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At the turn around, Barry finds me and runs alongside as we circle by the special needs bags. He is wonderful. Best husband in the world. Seriously. Amy and Lynn are around the corner, and they cheer me on. Barry tells me later they were impressed with how good I looked. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_MAKxGKiXD4/UKLo7KseugI/AAAAAAAAAuo/dxNvpHAFEbY/s1600/IMG_2751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="213" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_MAKxGKiXD4/UKLo7KseugI/AAAAAAAAAuo/dxNvpHAFEbY/s320/IMG_2751.JPG" /></a></div><br />
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Had them fooled!<br />
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Second loop is a blur. Kept up my run/walk for 10 miles. Spoke with many athletes, passed about 200 total on the "run". Volunteers, spectators, tri coaches wonderful, encouraging, amazing. <br />
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After turn around in park, I know I will finish. <br />
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Three miles out I develop a serious side stitch, so gave up running and walked. I could hear the announcers calling out the finishers' names. <br />
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Just outside of the chute, an older man yelled for me to run. I still had a stitch...<br />
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I start to run...<br />
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I never felt the stitch again...<br />
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The spectators cheer, pound the rail, and hold out hands for high fives...<br />
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I start to cry...<br />
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<h3>"Ann Baker...<br />
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of Clearwater Florida...<br />
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YOU...<br />
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ARE...<br />
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AN...<br />
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IRONMAN!"</h3><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CKnbiL3M1qs/UKLrLnafjwI/AAAAAAAAAvM/HtkdOLnPVSQ/s1600/18625_10152208741740478_1628926067_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CKnbiL3M1qs/UKLrLnafjwI/AAAAAAAAAvM/HtkdOLnPVSQ/s320/18625_10152208741740478_1628926067_n.jpg" /></a></div><br />
AMAZING. <br />
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My "catcher" guides me to the medal presenter. <br />
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He then very gently asks me my shirt size. HUH?<br />
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Luckily it is written on my bib. <br />
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Then I get a foil cape-wrap. I'm pretty hot, but appreciate the thought. <br />
Catcher leaves me in line for my picture. I am behind an incredibly perky young woman, dancing and wearing a tutu. <br />
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Inside, I am dancing and wearing a tutu. <br />
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Outside, I am dazed and confused.<br />
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I can't eat, so we head for home. Barry and Lynn escort me, while Amy documents the occasion.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O7A8iHNj3Pw/UKLs7YuowDI/AAAAAAAAAvk/m_XvOOW1DUs/s1600/IMG_2746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="213" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O7A8iHNj3Pw/UKLs7YuowDI/AAAAAAAAAvk/m_XvOOW1DUs/s320/IMG_2746.JPG" /></a></div><br />
Team Baker is outstanding. Lynn forcefully gets me a place in the condo elevator. Once in the condo, it is into the ice bath. <br />
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Yikes. <br />
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Lynn helps me stay in, and Amy distracts me by showing me the video of my finish. Kayla (daughter) recorded finishers for an hour before I crossed the line so she wouldn't miss it. Kayla calls, in tears. Christopher (son) calls. <br />
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Lynn and Barry get me out of my clothes and into the shower.<br />
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I DO stink. <br />
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Lynn brushes my hair while I get the teeth. <br />
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Under the covers - and more covers - and more covers - the chills have set in - Lynn brings me crackers and a banana. My team listens to my ramblings but starts to yawn; I look at the clock and it's nearly midnight. Off to bed, dedicated Team Baker.<br />
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For the second night, I cannot sleep, but now I am at peace. <br />
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I am an Ironman. I am grateful to my family and friends, most especially my loving husband who trained alongside me for much of the journey and supported me throughout. Lynn and Amy - you made the day for me! Kayla and Christopher - knowing you were watching me, praying for me, kept me going. Amy was posting to facebook all day, and so many people I love tuned into Ironman live to see the finish. I was astounded by the support and long-distance participation. I was never alone. Thank you volunteers for your astonishing investment of time and emotion. <br />
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Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09277065764755438143noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012688198090323425.post-82538532863836170952012-09-30T12:25:00.001-07:002012-09-30T12:25:46.933-07:00Tale of Two Beaches8:30 a.m. Arrive at the beach, set up a location just above high tide line. Today are the super boat races. First, however, is the Ann race. The water is calm - Barry and I swim 1.3 miles.<br />
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9:20 return to our mat for a Gu and some water. A couple is camped out next to us - Barbie and Ken - yes, for real. They are very nice. The water is now VERY choppy and wavy as a massive number of boats has lined up on the opposite side of the race "track"<br />
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10:20 I swim .6 against the current - tough but rewarding psychologically. I can do it! Barry and I walk back. <br />
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10:30 Man passing out water, with attached paper talking about the "water of Life" Jesus Christ. Wow, great, low key evangelization. Barry notices two chairs set up behind our mat, one man in one chair. We leave, but then Barry decides to go back to tell the guy that when we return we will have chairs and an umbrella. There is still TONS of open space next to us on the main set up line. Man says "ok".<br />
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11:15 We return to beach and set up umbrella and chairs. <br />
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11:18 OTHER chair man arrives and starts to scream at Barry. "You F...F...in F...A....F... set up in front of us....F put it down...you f... you have to be 60 years old, don't you F...in know better...(Low blow...worse than the F's)" Boasting a significant beer gut, this large, tan man is massively inebriated; his friend, to whom Barry spoke, sits silently in the chair. <br />
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11:20 Barry replies using logic. Never a good move. "We've been here since 8:30 and I told your friend we would be putting up an umbrella." Barry offers to help them move their two folding chairs and small cooler to the wide open spot on the front chair line next to us. This offer is not well received. <br />
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11:21 After stating HE had been on the beach since <b>7:30 a.m.</b>, he threatens to kick Barry's F-in A. Barbie speaks up. "They were before we were and we got here at 9:15." He denies this possibility and states he is willing to go to jail in order to experience the gratification of hitting Barry. I am very nervous. If he attacks Barry, they will both go to jail. I do not particularly want to bail Barry out of jail. I have never bailed anyone out of jail. I don't suppose it is terribly complicated, but I do not particularly want to find out. I shake my head at Barry and urge him not to speak anymore at all. Barry trusts my instincts as I have 12 years psychiatric nursing experience. This is definitely an out-of-hospital psych type encounter. I whisper that we should simply move; this option does not appeal to Barry (man response). <br />
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11:23 I am going to skip over a lot of repetitive dialogue which mainly consisted of using the f word as an adjective, noun, verb and adverb. Man repeats urge to beat Barry up and go to jail. He then says he is calling his friends the cops who will come down and show Barry "what was F-in what." <br />
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11:27 Crazy big drunk guy calls "police". His Police cannot come for 45 minutes. Tells His Police he is being "f'd with by some guy". Gets off phone and tells us we will get ours in 45 minutes. I am not terribly worried about police. Umbrella beach law is very ambiguous. <br />
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11:30 He quietly asks his friend why friend told us we could put up the umbrella. Friend has a lame response "I didn't know it would be big (as in beach umbrella size)." He sits down and begin to make 'clever' remarks about the situation - mostly involving the f-word.<br />
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11:45 He joins friends in the water to watch the first race.<br />
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12 noon First race begins with slightly smaller speed race boats. <br />
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12:15 His Police never show.<br />
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1 p.m. Returns to shore. Chairs remain but no one sits in them. <br />
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2 p.m. Big super sleek boat race starts. We watch for 15 minutes, but our day is soured, and we pack up and go home. <br />
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3 p.m. Write blog. Barry is amused. I am...discouraged? Disturbed? Sad? Wondering if we should have moved. I am thinking about the kindness and faith of the water evangelizer contrasted with the desperate anger of chair man. Were we right or stubborn...or both? Hmmm...interesting to have two such disparate experiences within an hour - the tale of two beaches.<br />
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Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09277065764755438143noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012688198090323425.post-79277211354225708432012-09-16T14:26:00.002-07:002012-09-16T14:26:24.686-07:00Life's a beach!Over a month ago, I left off talking about the choice: group or solo training. <br />
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Today I reaped the benefits of group. <br />
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When I joined <a href="http://www.visionquestcoaching.com/">Vision Quest</a> coaching, one of the available activities was a coached swim practice. <br />
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I had been swimming on my own, attempting to learn <a href="http://www.totalimmersion.net/">Total Immersion</a> swimming from the book, <u><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Total-Immersion-Revolutionary-Better-Faster/dp/0743253434/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1347829478&sr=8-1&keywords=total+immersion+swimming">Total Immersion: The Revolutionary Way To Swim Better, Faster, and Easier</a></u>. <br />
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I thought I was doing...swimmingly...well. <br />
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ehhh...no.<br />
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The coach, <a href="http://www.visionquestcoaching.com/about-us/vq-coaches/marcia-cleveland/">Marcia Cleveland</a>, was fantastic. I was quickly overwhelmed by the practice pace...<br />
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WAIT - maybe I should mention here that I had at least 7-10 years of swimming lessons as a kid. The YMCA was a reasonable investment for my limited-income family. So I do cope with water without fear. <br />
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...and Marcia carefully, week by week, corrected my stroke, starting with "you are all crunched up." <br />
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No, I was sleek as a dolphin, stretching and reaching...crunched up? Really?<br />
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Yes, really. Turns out what was in my head was not translating to the reality of my body. <br />
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So I stretched out...and she said "nope, not yet!" and stretched, and stretched...and then got to work on not crossing my arms over the center line. <br />
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REALLY - I'm shooting them straight ahead!<br />
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Ah, No. <br />
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And so on...and today, in the Clearwater gulf waters, I reaped the reward of all of Marcia's work. I swam two miles, in relative comfort, understanding my body position and working FAR less hard than I did in the past. <br />
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If you are thinking triathlon, unless you were a swim team swimmer, swimming lessons are probably an essential. <br />
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Open water swimming in water similar to your triathlon is essential as well. I say similar water because swimming in <a href="http://lakejames.org/">Lake James</a>, where my brother has a cottage, is harder than the pool; and the ocean, although not choppy this morning, is harder than Lake James. <br />
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Swimming in the gulf:<br />
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1. Is noisier. It's weird, but I put my head in and there is all sorts of noise, distracting and overwhelming my technique focus. <br />
2. Is salty (duh). BUT this is something to get used to - it burns the back of my throat and does not taste so good. My stomach is more upset after a gulf than lake swim (I can't swim without swallowing some water, can you?)<br />
3. Is fishier. Smells fishier, feels fishier, and appears fishier (see more fish!). I touched a few - eep! <br />
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Today there were quite a few gulf swimmmers using the long "lane" formed by the protected swimming area posts. It's just over a half mile long - perfect for my <a href="http://ironman.com/">Ironman</a> training. I decided to go for it, and swam my farthest - two miles - ish (hard to tell exactly). <br />
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I felt great - sleek and fast like a dolphin - and this time, I don't think I'm too far off!<br />
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Thanks to all who have contributed to my <a href="http://ironman.kintera.org/faf/donorReg/donorPledge.asp?ievent=1004759&supid=355990686">Ironman Foundation</a> effort for Cystic Fibrosis, in particular the <a href="http://www.esiason.org/">Boomer Esiason Foundation</a>. I am incredibly grateful!Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09277065764755438143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012688198090323425.post-78866598834089655012012-08-26T11:20:00.000-07:002012-09-03T09:52:29.518-07:00Steelhead 70.3 Race report, part IIIMy legs are shaky and unsteady on bike dismount.
I wonder if my lack of water/nutrition stops will bite me in the buttuski.
My butt-uski certainly aches as I make the long trek to my bike rack spot.
I'm finding it hard to focus, but manage the transition routine:
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<li>I cover myself with towel and wiggle out of bike shorts into running shorts.
<li>Manage to avoid disqualification for nudity.
<li>Change from bike jersey to sleeveless running shirt.
<li>Glide, Gu, water, running belt.
<li>Let volunteer apply sunscreen.
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Commercial interruption about sunscreen: USE IT! Back to our scheduled programming:<br><br>
The first three miles were tough. I got a side ache and in general felt cruddy. A guy running by me said, "Try the coke. You'll feel better right away." He was not referring to the drug, but rather to flat coca cola available at each water station. I took his advice (why not? He seemed friendly enough!) and I did feel stronger and less queasy.
<br><br> The day was mild, mid-70's, and sunny, so while it felt warm in the sun, it was not overwhelming. I stuck with my plan to stay as wet as possible. I put ice in my bra and in a pocket formed by my race belt and shorts top, dumped water on my neck and pony tail. I am soaked in my finish line photo. I found one flaw in this plan - my electrolyte tablets dissolved in my race belt.
<br><br>Sigh.
<br><br>The course begins with a pretty difficult hill - most people were walking. The middle portion is two loops around the Whirlpool campus. For a couple miles we were on a walking trail - paved - shady - nice!!!! I loved the run - plenty of people to chat with - many encouraging each other. At the end of the Whirpool loop is a very steep hill - you do this twice. Each time I connected with another athlete and we chatted our way up. Great distraction.
<br><br>Before the second loop, I saw a young male finisher lounging on his bicycle. "A little part of me hates you!" I yelled. He laughed and said "You are doing great. Keep going!"
<br><br>My quads start protesting by mile 10, but I know I am going to finish.
<br><br>Spectators frequented the route, applauding and exhorting. This was one of the best surprises of the day. Pockets of spectators on difficult bike and run hills enthusiastically called participants to persevere. I tried to thank every group I saw. I have been at the tail end of smaller triathlons and it is a discouraging and lonely experience. This was anything but. My spirits soared throughout.
<br><br>The volunteers amazed me. Every drink stop was well manned with adults and children. These kids were sweet! I cannot believe they stayed out, cheerful and helpful, for so many hours. The race started at 7 a.m. - pro bikers were on the course by 7:30 a.m., then running a couple hours after that. I was running through 12 - 2:30 p.m. Others did not finish until after 5 p.m. That's a long day for a huge number of helpers and spectators. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
<br><br>Down the long starter hill, around a corner, across a beach bridge, down the chute (again, lined with spectators), and the announcers voice congratulating each finisher by name. "Congratulations to Ann Baker!" YAY! Arms extended overhead, I must have been yelling as I crossed the line, because the pictures are pretty funny - massive face contortions. Nice smile once I was across - I'll have to remember that for Ironman Florida.
<br><br>7:13, and I couldn't be happier!
<br><br>Found Mom, who had left the finish line area about five minutes earlier. She was disappointed.
<br><br>I started to worry about Barry. I thought maybe he had passed me on the bike and I missed identifying him. Mom had not seen him, so I knew he hadn't quit the race. Barry finished in 7:17 - struggled with nutrition so pooped out on the run, his strong leg.
<br><br>Great after party, like everything else at the Steelhead 70.3. The only difficulty emerged after we had eaten, cleaned most of the grime off at the beach bath house outdoor showers, and started the walk to parking.
<br><br>When you are tired and accompanied by an 87 year old woman, the parking is WAY far from the start. I envied the participants who rode their bikes out - we had a cooler and chair and Mom. Barry could not carry his pack due to back pain, so I balanced his on my handlebars and backpacked mine. Mom was carrying her bag and cooler. Finally, we found an open VIP parking space and dumped it all and Barry walked to the car.
<br><br>Recovery wasn't too bad, though I pulled some intercostal muscles and they fired up late in the post-event week. Barry pulled a calf muscle, but is back to running now, training for the Marine Corp Marathon.
<br><br>All in all, a FABULOUS experience. I am blessed.
And since Barry and I are each 1/2 an Ironman, together we make a full Ironman! Good mojo for November!
<br><br>Get out there and swim, bike or run - or simply walk. But get out there. It's a beautiful world with a lot of great people.
<br><br>Click to read
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=7012688198090323425#editor/target=post;postID=5077090998383521452">Part I</a>
<br>Click to read <a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=7012688198090323425#editor/target=post;postID=6497696404359657783">Part II</a> Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09277065764755438143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012688198090323425.post-64976964043596577832012-08-23T05:59:00.000-07:002012-08-27T06:12:39.476-07:00Steelhead 70.3 2012 race report, Part IILake Michigan is shallower this year, due to the drought. <br />
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Caught up in race start fever, I leap along the waves...leap...leap...leap...sand bar...leap...finally the water is over two feet deep and I dive in to swim and...<br />
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Ah, ah, choke, can't breathe, can't breathe. <br />
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I have nicely spiked my middle-aged heart rate. <br />
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This also happened to me in my first race. <br />
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My husband was plagued by this several times.<br />
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Rationally, I am well prepared for this. <br />
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I should now remember <br />
a) what is happening <br />
b) how to deal with it. <br />
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Instead, I flounder and scream inside my head, "What's wrong? Why can't I swim? Why can't I catch my breath?"<br />
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Silly old mom athlete. <br />
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I DO switch to breast stroke around the turn buoy and then flip on my back (comforted by other back swimmers at this same juncture). <br />
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Calmer, I start over. I have lost ground to the faster age-groupers whom I hoped to draft off a little.<br />
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Dang.<br />
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Ten minutes later, faster swimmers of the next waves overtake me. It is not horrible - I occasionally need to stop, breast stroke, clear my space and start again. <br />
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By the half way point (buoys were yellow first half, orange second, nice), I was strong and focused on my stroke technique and went MUCH faster. <br />
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I was disappointed in my swim time (my watch said 51 min from water enter to exit, official time 52, so maybe they included the 100 meter beach stumble to transition?). This WAS an improvement, but not as big as I thought based on my practices. I plan a lot more open water practice before IM Florida; we will see if that helps. BEST MOMENT: in the second half, often I get tired or frustrated and think negative thoughts. This time I thought, "I feel amazing!"<br />
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Out of the water, stumbled around a bit, then jogged down beach chute. I see Mom and she blows me a kiss, "I love you Ann! I'm proud of you!" First time I've had a spectator at any running/triathlon event. Joy!<br />
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The bikes were lined up in only two double-sided rows - 1500 entrants - and I was ALL THE WAY at the end. Glass half full - shorter jog on the bike shoe clip. <br />
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I manage to change the shorts without being Disqualified for public nudity, but it was a close thing. <br />
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I am warm, no shivers, so skip through my safari supplies opting only for my bike jersey, socks and shoes. Lubricant - CHECK! A GU energy gel and water and I'm on my way (nine minutes later, laugh if you must). <br />
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The bike is my weak event. I have long ridden a commuter bike, but it was late August, 2011 when I started on my road bike with clip-in pedals. This race I'm riding a Tri-bike. I have been practicing in the aero position, but see <a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=7012688198090323425#editor/target=post;postID=5094238866271661542">Midwestern Again</a> for an example of how well THAT went. <br />
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I am anxious and that's never good. <br />
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The younger age groupers are speeding up from behind. Seriously flying. <br />
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And that's not good. <br />
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The course winds around and under Route 63 so triathletes get on the road without having to stop the traffic. I take this cautiously, annoying those who do not care how narrow or windy this route is - they want to GO GO GO. <br />
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The route is lovely - through fruit and berry fields. <br />
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I'm glad Barry and I came three weeks ago, because...<br />
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I did not see any of it. <br />
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Between managing my own bike, handling snafus (only one terrible mistake in shifting for a hill that nearly unseated me on correction), trying to drink from the bottle in my aero bars (do NOT hassle me about my difficulty!), and the the Speedy McSpeedies who for the most part were courteous and encouraging, but were still speeding speedily and WAY TOO CLOSE to me for comfort - I was mentally freaking. <br />
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Fatigue wears down all emotions, and for the second half of the ride I stayed mostly in the aero position and improved my speed. <br />
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BEST MOMENT: three weeks ago, I thought the hills were hard. This time, I kept wondering where the overwhelming, big hills were. If you are a newbie, the "rolling hills" description is a little misleading. There are several challenging hills - work on strength,practice on local hills, and down shift. All <i>my</i> passes were on the hills. People make it too hard for themselves. <br />
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Eventually, I was exchanging places with the same bikers. They would catch me on the flats, I would pass them on the hills. One man was a relay biker. He probably could kick my wazoo, but was struggling because he was massively overdressed. Leggings, gloves, jacket, camelpak. <a href="http://www.bicycling.com/whattowear">Bicycling.com</a> has a "what to wear" tool. I found it handy in my final choices. <br />
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Because of my freak, I did not refill my water bottle. Frankly, I was afraid I would mow down the volunteer line. I came into the race well-hydrated, but that was a risky choice. I need to practice the grab, fill, and toss.<br />
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Bike took 3:30. <br />
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The end of the course was single lane on an asphalt walking path, sidewalk and boardwalk. Careful, careful, careful - dismount - BLISS! <br />
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Shaky and relieved, I had survived the bike. BONUS - I had not taken out any other athlete. SUCCESS. <br />
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Click to read <a href="http://anfbaker.blogspot.com/2012/08/steelhead-703-race-report-part-iii.html">Part III</a><br />
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Click to read <a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=7012688198090323425#editor/target=post;postID=5077090998383521452">Part I</a>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09277065764755438143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012688198090323425.post-50770909983835214522012-08-22T13:52:00.000-07:002012-08-27T06:12:24.655-07:00Steelhead 70.3 Race Report 2012, Part IIf you are an experienced triathlete, this entry is NOT for you. <br />
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I mean, feel free, but I am NOT an experienced triathlete, unless one loosely defines "experienced" as having done, oh, let's say...one sprint and three olympic length <i>events</i>. <br />
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Ah, the other clue: I do not call them races. <br />
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When I read race reports, frequently the authors scoff at those who walked up steep hills on the run course. <br />
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I and my pals walk up those hills with pride. <br />
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We are finishers. <br />
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Hear us roar...with a few whimpers and whines thrown in purely as audio accents. <br />
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I am a 50 year old woman who is having the best time ever as a Finisher of these fun and fabulous events. <br />
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Last Saturday, 8/18/2012, I traveled with my husband and mother to Benton Harbor Michigan to participate in our first Half Ironman - part of my training for Ironman Florida in November. <br />
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The Half Ironman is 1.2 mile swim, 56 miles on the bike, 13.1 mile run. <br />
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I have been following the <a href="http://www.donfink.com/">Don Fink</a> Ironfit book training plan, sticking mostly to the "Competitive" level, not because I think I'll be competitive, but because I want to do all I can to make sure I'll successfully finish IM Florida. <br />
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I have also joined a local triathlon coaching group. Because of their activities, I am a stronger swimmer and cyclist than I hoped. <br />
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SO, arriving at the Steelhead registration, I was not as anxious as at the shorter triathlons of past year. <br />
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The volunteers were amazing, from the boy scout parking police to the registration tents and bike area monitors. It went smoothly and quickly. The athlete meeting was succinct and informational. <br />
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We stayed at the Holiday Inn Express which is near I-94. The hotel put out early-bird fruit and food at 4:30 a.m. for the participants. We brought our own dinner (I am always afraid of setting off my GI upset with "foreign" food). Each room had a microwave and fridge, so no problem. For a fee, the hotel allowed triathletes to keep room until 4 p.m. Since we had NO idea how long we would take (my goal was under 8 hours)(if you are choking and sputtering right now, please close this window!), we didn't take this option. The race transitions areas and finish line are in Jean Klock park, and the park has two outdoor, public shower areas, so a post-race rinse is possible. <br />
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I am a Catholic Christian, so we attended a nice Mass at St. Bernard's Church - 5 p.m. Perfect. The music was very cool - I think one musician was playing a zither! We ate about 3 p.m., and light snack later. <br />
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Early to bed, along with most of the hotel guests. <br />
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3:30 a.m. - rise and shine! <br />
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I've been burping up my usual pre-marathon meal during the swim, so switched to rice cakes with peanut butter and honey and an FRS energy drink. <br />
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I ate a banana in the car. I am feeling stuffed. Blech. No more food.<br />
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We dropped off our bikes the night before, so took the shuttle from the parking lot to race central. <br />
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Nerves nerves nerves. <br />
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Set up Momma under a shade tree scouted yesterday afternoon: chair, cooler, book. Oriented her to the general set up for swim return, bike in and out, finish line. <br />
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Into bike transition to lay out clothes. <br />
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I've gotten a little far without mentioning the outstanding weather. <br />
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OUTSTANDING. <br />
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At 5 a.m., it's 55 degrees, little wind, clear skies. The water is 67 degrees and calm. It should get up to the mid-70's. <br />
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I was worried about being cold on the bike, so my transition pile is a little crazy. I see veterans' stacks: socks and shoes. I have:<br />
<ul><li>A regular size towel which I will use to hide my bottom half while I change from swim shorts into my padded bike pants. I get too sore on the bike to wear my thin-chamoised tri-shorts. <br />
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<li>Saddle lubricant for my precious parts. <br />
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<li>Glide (a protective solid lubricant) for other moving areas.<br />
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<li>Bike shirt. <br />
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<li>Sleeveless running shirt which I plan to wear as a base layer if I am cold. <br />
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<li>Compression calf sleeves. <br />
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<li>Arm warmers. <br />
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<li>Socks<br />
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<li>Shoes<br />
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<li>Water bottle and small towel to get sand off my feet. <br />
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<li>Small bottle of alcohol to get water out of my ears (that's my story and I'm sticking to it). <br />
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In SECOND pile:<br />
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<li>Running shoes<br />
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<li>Fresh socks<br />
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<li>Mole skin strips for feet sore areas. <br />
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Safari or Triathlon, you decide.
Back with Momma and my husband, we wait to begin the trek down the beach. The Steelhead starts the swim either a mile north or south of the finish depending on the current. On this day, we walked South.
Used the porta-potty for last time - have huge panic attack inside. The usual voices, "WHY ARE YOU HERE?""THIS IS CRAZY!"
But I step out, see my Mom and husband, and calm down. I sit next to them for a few minutes and pray. A feeling of protection and peace surrounds me, and I am ready to go.
We say goodbye and Barry and I start the walk down the dark shoreline.
I am drinking an FRS energy drink, Barry opts for nothing.
The sun is rising, pink and golds. The air is cool, but not cold.
We arrive at the swim start about 6:40 a.m., and get in the water to warm up.
Lake Michigan feels great - warmer than standing on the beach.
The announcer calls our waves in to the beach, as we start immediately after pros.
We sing the Star Spangled Banner. The sun is up, just behind the American flag. I am chatting with the other 50 and up women, and I feel...great.
At 7:05, we are on the edge of the beach, waiting for the starting gun, and I realize I am not scared or anxious or defeated - just eager and excited. Fabulous.
Bang! And off we go...
Click To read <a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=7012688198090323425#editor/target=post;postID=6497696404359657783">Part II</a>
Click to read <a href="http://anfbaker.blogspot.com/2012/08/steelhead-703-race-report-part-iii.html">Part III</a>
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Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09277065764755438143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012688198090323425.post-32867851516505394392012-08-07T15:22:00.000-07:002012-08-07T15:23:11.875-07:00Dairy dreamin'....Took Christopher, my baby boy, to the dentist Tuesday. <br />
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The baby is 19, home for 12 days from Georgia Tech. <br />
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The baby did pretty well in summer school - Spanish: A, Physics 2: A, Computer Science....: A. <br />
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MMMMMommma pride. <br />
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While he was getting his teeth cleaned, I decided to treat myself. <br />
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The dentist is only a mile from our previous home - eight years, seeing the girls through junior high and high school and Chris K-8. <br />
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Great years. Amazing family years. <br />
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A highlight of the great life we enjoyed was a family bike trip (and many just friends trips and treats) to the local Dairy Dream. <br />
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Privately owned, just off the bike path, picnic table perfect ice cream stand. <br />
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I drove over and eagerly popped up to the counter, ordering my plain Jane favorite: Chocolate cone dipped in Dark Chocolate. <br />
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Yum. <br />
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Yet. <br />
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I'm not often terribly maudlin about the Empty Nest. But today, sitting in the car, watching two families bike up, park, and then chatter and share their treats, I wanted nothing more than to weep and throw my cone away. <br />
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Oh my. <br />
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I miss those days. If you have your kids at home, go for a bike ride, enjoy the laughter, and snapshot the memory for your mind. Enjoy. Laugh. Love. <br />
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The empty nest is ok. I'm working at filling it. But sometimes it is just...empty.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09277065764755438143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012688198090323425.post-56831734569565190522012-08-04T12:48:00.001-07:002012-08-04T12:50:53.306-07:00Team or individual athlete?When I first started running, no way in heck I was going to work with a group. <br />
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Remember all the spitting, belly-aching, itching and gasping? <br />
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I preferred solitude at that stage - and even after the spitting, itching and most of the gasping subsided, I could not imagine that other than during beach hatching season, the "turtles" gathered to make a run for it. <br />
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Today while putting in my last long run before the half-ironman (have I mentioned I'm petrified?), I saw a woman's running group at the <a href="http://www.lcfpd.org/preserves/index.cfm?fuseaction=home.view&object_id=207&type=P">Old School forest preserve</a>. <br />
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They were turtles of a certain age (mine). <br />
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It looked like fun. Well, the social aspect looked intriguing - The hot-day running looked about as fun as....um...not fun. <br />
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It was not fun for the solo runner either. Yikes it was HOT!<br />
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How do you decide if you are a team or individual athlete? This decision can determine if you stick to and reach your goal, whether it is a 5K or a marathon. <br />
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Time constraints: Does the group meet when you are available? Can you <i>make</i> yourself available? We sabotage ourselves constantly by making excuses rather than accommodations, so think flexibly! I swim at 5:30 a.m. twice a week - most participants then shower and ride off to work. It's okay to go to bed early and miss The Kardashians. (Are they still on TV? Sorry if dated reference!) <br />
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Cost: Costs vary a lot! <a href="http://www.miamirunnersclub.com">Miami's runner club</a> had a minimal yearly fee and some <b>great</b> coaches, dedicated to improving runners of all ability levels. THEN there are elite coaching venues, with monthly fees comparable to a high-end health club. Consider your financial resources and personal goals in matching to a group. Running with a couple friends is free - be bold and ask a friend!<br />
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Intensity level: Do they have a beginner group? When I encounter better athletes (that would be all the time), I am either inspired or discouraged. Remember, the first 5K effort is a BIG DEAL to the first time 5K-er - successful, seasoned runners will most likely celebrate and encourage your efforts. BUT I think it would be easier to quit training if I was the least fit in a group - especially if that gap seemed insurmountable or embarrassing. Again, be wary of self-sabotage. <br />
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Personal social preferences: Do you like to be accountable to others? Is it easier for you to exercise with encouragement? Do you prefer someone else to design/direct each workout? Do you work harder with the "pressure" of peers? <br />
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Goal: What do you want to accomplish? I was quite content to walk/run my way through a half marathon (By the way, walk/run guru <a href="http://www.jeffgalloway.com/training_groups/list_cities.php">Jeff Galloway has groups</a>! I think this is a GREAT option for all beginning runners.) I read Jeff Galloway, did web research, read (read and read and researched and...well, you know me!), and supported by this bastion of literary knowledge, put together a plan. If you want something more - if you want to improve your running or biking or swimming efficiency, you <i>can</i> do it from expertise books, but coaching makes a big difference. <br />
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Remember, you can not SEE yourself unless videoed. If your goals evolve, and efficiency and form become important, an outside eye is almost essential. <br />
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If I solo-train, how do I know coaching helps? <br />
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That's the subject for another blog...trust me, it can make a big difference!<br />
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<br />Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09277065764755438143noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012688198090323425.post-18271878035537825082012-08-03T09:47:00.000-07:002012-08-03T09:58:37.671-07:00I want to be an Olympian!So, you are watching the Olympics and caught up in the athletes’ drive and determination. <br />
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“Why not me?!!”<br />
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Why not? <br />
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Well, for me, and most of my peer group, the good Ship Olympic sailed, um, 30 years ago. <br />
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BUT…<br />
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That doesn’t mean this is an opportunity missed. Rather, let’s channel that motivation into reaching our own “Olympic” goals. <br />
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Why not run a 5K? Swim at the Master’s level? Bike in a road race or fundraising event?<br />
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From the age of 16 – 46, I claimed I could not run. I attempted running again at 46. <br />
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Turns out, I can run. <br />
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Not fast, but at least forward. <br />
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I bet many of you have some of the same “reasons” why you believe you cannot run:<br />
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1) I have bad knees. <br />
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I DO have arthritis in both knees. My knees DID hurt when I started running. BUT they were achy – not injury painful. Turns out, my knees hurt for the same reason my thighs and glutes hurt – I was using muscles in new ways. The more I ran, the more this discomfort dissipated. Still...<br />
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as I write this, I am icing my knees after a workout. <br />
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Ice is our friend.<br />
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2) I am allergic to running. <br />
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Seriously. <br />
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When I started running, I itched insanely. I thought I was allergic to running. <br />
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Nope. <br />
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When I was more sedentary, my capillaries stayed small and tight. Running opens the capillaries as they rush blood to the muscles. The nerves near the capillaries are confused by this sudden behavioral change and send a million text messages to the brain: “What is she doing?” “How can we make her stop?” “R u watching this?!” <br />
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The brain reads these messages as “itch, itch, itch” (silly brain). <br />
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It will stop after a few training sessions. <br />
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3) I can’t breathe. My heart is racing. I have to spit. My side hurts. <br />
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I am grouping all my physical discomfort complaints. They resolve over time. Five years after my first run, I don’t get short of breath unless I push my pace.<br />
At the beginning, I was immediately gasping (and spitting). <br />
When I built up to a few miles (<u>a year’s undertaking</u>), I would find the first couple miles were hard, then my body adjusted and I was more comfortable. <br />
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Running is never completely comfortable, especially at the beginning. <br />
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Hang in there. <br />
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With my absolute belief I could not run, why did I start?<br />
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When I moved to Miami, I complained to my daughter that I could not exercise like my husband who ran every day. <br />
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She’s a sassy thing. <br />
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“Yes you can. You don’t <u><i><b>want</u></i></b> to run.”<br />
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Gasp. Gurgle. What? <br />
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I itch. I spit. I ache. I can’t run. <br />
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She sent me a link to a <a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/article/0,7120,s6-238-520--2201-3-2X3X6-4,00.html">Runner’s World beginner’s program</a>. <br />
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For some reason, this time I followed through. <br />
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I went to the health club, and walked one minute, ran one minute. <br />
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Repeated this 10 times. <br />
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Scared the health club personnel by coughing, gasping, turning red and otherwise appearing to have climbed Mount Kilimanjaro rather than walk/run for 20 minutes. <br />
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Nearly a year after that first attempt, I decided to run more than three miles. I told my husband where to find me if I didn’t return in 90 minutes, and ran out the door. Six miles later, I was thrilled. <br />
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I coughed all day and was sore for three more. <br />
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Then I discovered <a href="http://www.jeffgalloway.com/">Jeff Galloway</a>. He was an Olympic runner in 1972 – so he’s just a bit older than me. He has a walk/run training program and a planned run/walk approach to the races. It is great. <br />
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It's how I completed the <a href="http://disneyrunning.com/goofychallenge.html">Disney Goofy challenge</a> in 2011 and 2012. I am a little proud of that accomplishment but could not have attempted it without Jeff Galloway.<br />
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He recently broke his hip and to show people it can be done, he completed a half marathon doing a planned run/walk once out of rehab. I was both inspired and depressed by this act since his “walk/run” pace post-hip fracture STILL BEATS MY half marathon time. <br />
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BUT then I am simply thrilled that I HAVE a half marathon time. <br />
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You can too! Tonight, DVR or tape or SKIP (gasp) some of the Olympic broadcast and get outside and MOVE! <br />
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GO US!<br />Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09277065764755438143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012688198090323425.post-36048926727825278732012-07-22T15:08:00.000-07:002012-08-03T09:53:16.460-07:00Michigan MayhemI put mayhem in the title simply to grab your attention. <br />
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After a visit with my mom (Barry changed the mower's oil and blade, so I christened the machine by giving the back lawn a fine shaving), Barry and I drove to Benton Harbor late Saturday. <br />
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Early Sunday morning, we headed to Jean Klock park, the site of the start/finish/transition of the Steelhead Half Ironman August 19, 2012. We have come to realize our preparation for each increasingly difficult event falls short of the necessary. Today we are beginning to correct our lackadaisical approach by riding the 56 mile bike route. <br />
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At this point, it might be helpful for you to know I have not ridden more than 39 miles. <br />
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Ever. <br />
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Experts caution to increase workouts by no more than 10%/week. <br />
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Hmmm...10% of 39 is 3.9. 43 miles. NOT 56. 56 is 17 miles more than 39. <br />
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<b>50%</b><br />
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Also, there's the small matter of my two-day-ago bike crash (see previous blog). <br />
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BUT, I'm in Michigan, and I'm determined. <br />
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I also have two packets of biofreeze in my jersey. <br />
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I will use both. <br />
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Not on crash injuries. <br />
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On my sitting glutes. <br />
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Ow, ow, ow-de-ow!<br />
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SERIOUSLY. <br />
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Have you watched the Tour de France? Those people ride ENDLESSLY. The Wall Street Journal featured some huge bike event across Iowa - 80 miles/day, 500 miles or so? <br />
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How do they do it?? They must have butts of steel. <br />
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I cannot emphasize this enough:<br />
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OW, OW, OW-DE-OW!<br />
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Aside from my suffering bottom, the ride was lovely. The shore is beautiful - sand and endless lake. The park has outside showers and facilities, tables, beach, shelter. GORGEOUS. <br />
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We biked on one main road, with glimpses of the lake and pretty homes - a little busy, but a very wide shoulder. <br />
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The other roads wound through the countryside by blueberry fields, vineyards, and farmhouses. We were serenaded by rural Michigan sounds - roosters, tractors, cows, gunshots...<br />
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Yes, I pedaled faster... <br />
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But not as fast as when a dog charged and made a chomping grab for my leg.<br />
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I need that to be a repetitive part of race motivation. <br />
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bark snarl bark...pedal pedal pedal...<br />
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I was pleased with my effort, except for three terrible hills in the second half when I was reduced to eight struggling miles per hour. The wind destroyed the fun of the downhills, but one cannot go on a bike ride without wind, warmth, and rough road, so all good. <br />
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I have to work hard the next three weeks, or I won't be able to run the half marathon after that ride. <br />
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But for now...ah...icing my knees and enjoying a glass of vino we picked up on the way home. <br />
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I love Michigan!<br />
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<br />Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09277065764755438143noreply@blogger.com0