I really SHOULD have been nervous. But, I wasn't. At all. I knew I could do it. I've been doing everything my coaches tell me to do and I know they wouldn't have me go for something I wasn't ready for. I got all my stuff together and prepped my bottles and nutrition the night before. I was super tired and passed out early after a swim at the pool (the ocean was being mean and nasty and it wasn't safe to do OWS in the afternoon, and I couldn't make the AM OWS, so a million laps in the pool for me =/).
Woke up Saturday morning, still not nervous. Got to OSV and was ready to go a few minutes early. Its funny, cause not only was I not nervous, I was actually excited. I was excited to tackle this distance and see how my body would respond. We rode down Ocean to PCH and headed North. I felt good the whole way, even the climb up Encinal. I tried a new bar in my nutrition thinking it would be good. Its something I've eaten before, but not while exercising. A Bonk Breaker Bar. So yummy. Seemed like a good thing to try.
On the way back to PCH I started to get uncomfortable every time I was in aero. My stomach was hurting and I realized the bonk breaker was sitting there, not digesting well, like a rock. Ugh. This went on for about an hour or so. I drank more water than normal and prayed it would break down faster. Back on PCH there was a good tail wind heading south and I was making good time. I was still on pace for ~6 hours, even with not really being able to be in aero for a good hour and a half.
Finally my stomach started to feel better and I was able to return to aero. I was still feeling good (albeit a little bored at times). Actually, when I got to our check point at mile 54 I told my teammate, I need to remember this feeling, cause this sucks, I don't want to do this again, one full ironman will be enough (I still had 35 miles to ride and I wasn't feeling great and was a little bored).
At about 5 hours in I saw a car pass me that looked like Coach Brad's. But, it didn't stop, so I kept along my merry way. I got to the top of a hill and there was the car, parked, with Brad waiting for me. He told me I looked like I was "lumbering" up the hill. I already knew that. I was just starting to feel better post bonk breaker bar. I told him about the bar and he said that wasn't really that surprising, other people have similar issues. Now I know, what I've been doing works for me, no need to change it up. I told him I was good and ready to finish strong. He looked at my time, 5:09 and seemed happy. Good, cause I was very happy.
Off I went to finish. As I approached American Apparel on PCH I started to think about how far I've come, how much I've changed. It's incredible the things I'm capable of. I passed the spot where I crashed and at 6 hours I was at 87.8 miles, I slowed down a little bit and reflected on everything that has happened since I started this journey. Not that long ago I was scared of my bike, intimidated by a ride of 25 miles, wondering if I could do this. I headed up the last hill to OSV (its a mean little hill at the end of a long ride - rude) and stopped my timer. 90.9 miles in 6 hours and 11 minutes. Boom. A hair slower than I'd like, but I did it. I DID IT!!! I was never scared or intimidated and I knew the whole time that I could do it. And I know I'll be able to do 112.
After the ride we had a 30 minute run. That was the worst part of the whole damn day. That run hurt. When I finished (2.65 slow poke miles) I wondered how the hell I'm going to run a full marathon after 20 more miles on the bike. Ouch, that run hurt. My body was not happy. That afternoon I had a late lunch with some teammates and then got home and about 2 hours later had another meal. I was famished. I guess a 90 mile ride will do that to you.
Sunday morning brought OWS. The water felt good and it was a good swim. I stuck with a teammate who doesn't love OWS and I think it helped her stay calm and made the swim better for her. After the swim was a 17 mile run. I had twisted my foot earlier in the week at an event (blog post on that coming soon) and after the 90 mile ride it was feeling angry. I mentioned it to Coach Brad and said I was still planning on running. I was doing okay, but coming down Amalfi (a hilly street) it hurt every single step. I got to our sag box and stopped for a few minutes, took off my shoe, foot was swollen, and rubbed it. I was debating what to do. After seeing a couple of teammates I knew I needed to head back to the start, my foot wasn't having any of it.
I was at about 10 miles when I got back to the start and my body felt fine (the first couple of miles I was trying to figure out how the hell I was going to finish the whole run, cause I was not feeling it). So, I decided to run up and down the beach path, thinking the flats would be easier on my foot. It was okay, but by 12.5 my foot was done. I stopped and waited for the rest of my teammates. Its incredibly frustrating cause I knew better when I was doing what I was doing and hurt it, I knew I shouldn't have been doing it, and yet I did (foot still hurts a little).
Post run I got home, ate whatever I could that was quick (cause, damn, I was HUNGRY) and hurriedly got ready for Hawaii send off at Trader Vic's at LA Live. At send off I proceeded to eat all the things.
This is what I felt like on Sunday.
I was ridiculously hungry. The hungry monster passed by Monday, but on Sunday, I felt like I couldn't eat enough. And, 90 miles ridden plus ~15 total run over two days kinda hurts. But, my body felt surprisingly good on Sunday and on Monday I felt normal (I did live in compression gear on Monday, so that might have helped a bit). Win.
Week 1 of "Go Time" deemed VERY successful. Hit my workouts and hit 'em hard. Week 2, so far so good.
It was lovely to have Monday off and I went and did something very grown up - bought furniture. I've never actually bought furniture before - long story. But, I am the proud new owner of a lovely couch and chair and small ottoman being delivered tomorrow - yay! And, I've definitely decided what dining room table I want and will be making that purchase post-Vineman. Double yay! Now I just need to find a good coffee table and a new dresser then I'll be like a real adult - finally.
Remember, I'm still fundraising and getting really close to my deadline. Please donate if you can. Lots of miles are still available to be sponsored, just $15/mile!