Showing posts with label Half Marathon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Half Marathon. Show all posts

Sunday, March 8, 2020

2020: Comin' in Hot

It's been a while.

A long while.

I know, I know. Guilty as charged.

I can give you excuses, but at the end of the day, it all boils down to a few things. Confidence & Denial. I lacked one while the other overtook my thoughts.

I finished The Chicago Marathon and deep down, I knew I possibly shouldn't have even started the race. I was worried about the damage I had done to both of my hamstrings. Recovery after Chicago proved that I was definitely fit, in shape. But.. both of my hamstrings never bounced back like I needed them to. I was starting to think I wasn't ever going to run the way I used to. I lacked any confidence in myself and felt like my best days were behind me.

I put my running shoes aside for a while. I convinced myself that rest was all they needed. I hit the pool 5 days a week. I started biking much more, 3-4 days a week. Running was cut down to 1-2 days a week, and very very slow. If I use different muscles around them while they recover, this is the same, right? WRONG. I was in denial that I needed anything other than rest.

Thanksgiving weekend came around and I had the opportunity to lace up my running shoes 3 separate times at local fun runs. And I did. And let me tell you, it was a huge mistake. By the time the 3rd race morning came around, it took everything I had to put any sort of hop to my step when the gun went off. My hamstrings were screaming. Violently. With such rage. So many people asked me, "How'd you feel!? Isn't it great to be running again!?" I don't know if I thought I was telling the truth or what, but I realize now I was in denial. "Yea, it was great! I loved it!" Deep down I knew, something had to be done.

This past year there was the shortest amount of time between Thanksgiving and Christmas, and Rob and I were scheduled to head out of town on the 27th of December for our Honeymoon in Cozumel, Mexico. I knew my journey to healthy run legs was going to have to wait until we returned. In the meantime, I found my massage therapist and begged her to help relieve some of the tension, knots, and scar tissue that I had built up in my hamstrings. Every session with her was helpful, but not 100% what I needed.

I came home from Mexico and the search began. I had heard many times of people going to see Denise Smith at Smith Physical Therapy and Running Academy.   BFF and coaches wife Jacqui is her biggest cheerleader, so I decided to give her a call. The last thing I wanted was to go to a doctor have them tell me to "stop running" or "you need XYZ and it doesn't look good." But at this point I just wanted to run the way I know I could. I was tired of always being in some sort of pain. I needed help.

Spoiler Alert: At one point, Jacqui and I had back to back appointments 💖


I walked into her office on day 1 and spent 30 minutes telling her everything. Literally, from day 1 when I first noticed issues with my left hamstring (training for Grandma's Marathon in 2018) all the way to present day, where both my hamstrings felt like rubber bands about to snap at any moment. I gave her all the details, probably more than she bargained for. She sat and nodded, took notes, smirked, and asked me ALL the questions.

Meg: "So, how bad do I sound? How broken am I?"
Denise: "Honestly, you sound very typical. And this can be fixed. I don't want you to stop running." 

You wanna talk about music to my ears!? Holy sh*t, this woman gets me.

A few other things she said:
1. Time. The hamstring is one of the hardest muscles to heal when injured, and it can take a LONG time. Patience is key.
2. That said, consistency. Keep up with everything I tell you to do. Even after the pain is gone.
3. Strength. You can't be apposed to strength work. Because of how the hard the hamstring has to work, at some point it's going to rely on all the little muscles around it for help. All of those muscles need to be strengthened in order to keep all systems working.
4. Flexibility. If you don't understand the value in what seems like a "minor" stretch and how it translates to the run, this will be difficult. 

I left her office after our first consult and was ready to start getting to work tomorrow. We created our schedule, once a week on Monday evenings at 6pm until further notice. I have spent Monday after Monday with Denise teaching me different stretches I didn't know were stretches, that stretch muscles I didn't know existed {caveat, HOLY HELL DID THEY HURT.} We moved onto minor strength work that put me out of commision for a day or 2 because apparently I'm weaker than I thought? She always spends the last 10-15 minutes working on my hamstrings and lower back, digging deep with her thumb or even busting out her famous cups. 

This was super weird

It was a feeling like I've never felt before

I always leave her office feeling a combination of relief with my progress and slightly overwhelmed with how much homework I have to add to my plate. But every run I've had since day 1 with her has progressively gotten better and better. Fast forward to present day, and my stretches no longer burn like hell and I can perform any strengthening exercise with confidence knowing that the next day I'll still be able to run.

Added Bonus: she's your biggest cheerleader 😉

Let's set the record straight. I'm not 100% yet. I still have my moments that remind me I'm not "healed" entirely. But I have turned a HUGE leaf from 3 months ago. I don't skip speed workouts. I have run the super hilly March Madness course 3 separate times this spring and each time I've recovered similar to years past. There were times in the past 3-5 months I've struggled to get through a simple recovery run because I've woken up in so much pain. Mileage has decreased drastically since Chicago. But since seeing Denise, I have officially run 3 consecutive 30+ mile weeks in a row now. And if I'm being honest, I'm simply over the moon about it. 

So, here we are. 1 week out from the unofficial start to the season {March Madness Half Marathon} and my legs are officially back in working order. I'd like to say I plan on truly racing March Madness next weekend, but I'm not sure what will happen. It's looking to be seasonably cold day with possible snow. If my legs show up on race day, then I'm gonna roll with it. But if they don't..? Well, let's just put it this way... I've got to much riding on my season to ruin any chances I have of Ironman-ing in 2020. That's right... you read that right. Ironman. I didn't get the chance last year. And I missed it terribly. And now that I have the confidence I've needed for quite a while, I'm planning on making up for lost time.

Hope you're ready. I'm planning to wear down my keyboard and lock you all into my journey this year with all my racing endeavours. 


Cozumel, Mexico
January 2020
And I'm takin' my husband/spectathlete with me. Cheers!

Friday, April 27, 2018

Tell the World I'm Comin' Home

If ever there was a week where emotions were all over the place... this is the week.

Two years ago, I won a free Ironman entry and used it to race Ironman Texas with Jacqui and Ryan. An unforeseen hailstorm/monsoon took over the run course, knocking down the finish line, finish shoot, and ultimately stopping parts of the race until the weather passed. I decided I wasn't done with Texas just yet. Last year, I toed the line again. This time just Ryan and myself. I ended up puking up my insides multiples times on the bike and run course after the extremely dirty swim canal portion of the course poisoned me. At the time, I swore off Ironman Texas forever. But I can't help but feel like I still haven't finished what I've started down in The Woodlands, Texas. Tomorrow is Ironman Texas. Spoiler Alert: I'm not racing Ironman Texas this weekend.

This winter, I made the decision to devote 2018 to getting faster on the run. That didn't mean letting my bike collect dust. I still bike and swim 3 times a week, but with less intensity. My runs however, talk about a wake up call. My legs have entered a whole new arena and every day I learn something different about my run legs (that have been running for 20+ years). BQ or bust has become the motto for this year, the big test will take place in June at Grandma's Marathon in Duluth, Minnesota. We're about 8 weeks out from Grandma's and I've decided to see where my speed lies in the half marathon distance this weekend. I'm headed back home to the Alma Mater, Champaign, Illinois. My junior year at the University of Illinois was the Inaugural year for the Illinois Marathon Weekend. That particular year I ran the relay with a group of friends. My senior year I ran my first marathon and crossed the finish line on the 50 yard line of Memorial Stadium and then graduated 2 weeks later. For about 3 years after I graduated, my college group met back in Champaign and toed the line and then pretended like we were still in college. To say this race holds some sentimental value would be an understatement. It's been about 5 years since the band has met up at our old stompin' grounds. Until today.

That one time Rob ran his first Half Marathon and made the front page of the local paper ;)
Illinois Half Marathon 2012

Illinois Marathon
Circa 2010, mile 2 of my first marathon as a college Senior

There's nothing more I want than to head back to my home away from home and enjoy a weekend full of running highs and celebratory beers with a group of friends that I don't get to see nearly enough. I want to run by the Alma Mater on Green St and feel her welcoming me back home. I want to drive by my old dorm and peer up to the 8th floor and wonder if the the drama is still thick as hell that high off the ground. I want to knock on my old apartment door with the best roommates a girl could ever ask for and inspect the cleanliness of it now (because God knows we had the damn cleanest place on campus). I want to roam campus and take in the beauty. I want to walk into one of my favorite book stores and have an internal argument with myself over how much new Illini gear I really do need. I want to go to my favorite watering hole and order a beer for dirt cheap while I sit and wonder, "Just how many people in this bar are ACTUALLY 21 right now?" And so much more.

Post race of my first marathon - trying to hobble to the family!

Inaugural Illinois Marathon Weekend 2009 (junior year)
Ricky, Megan, Brian (full Marathon), Kevin and Jordan
Relay Team Name: The 3 Cocksmen and A Pretty Cool Chick 🙄

But. There's always a but. This whole week, my mind and my heart have been split in 2. This time last year you were on a plane to meet Ryan in the Woodlands. This time last year you were checking in your bike. This time last year you were sitting at dinner when Dad and Uncle JB surprised you from the corner of the restaurant. We all know how Ironman Texas ended for me last year. In the past 3 weeks I've thought alot about "what were you doing at this time last year." No, not because I'm stuck in the past and can't move on. But because I have some serious unfinished business in Texas. I won't be jumping into Lake Woodlands this year, or even next year. But one day. One day I'll be back to finish what I started. I've stared at my bike a lot this winter  from my yoga mat while I stretch after a run. I miss Matilda more than I ever thought I would. I miss the wobbling sensation you feel as you hop off after a killer workout that pushed some watts only refrigerators should know exist. And the pool. Oh the pool. While I'm still swimming, my arms never feel like noodles anymore. I miss my noodle arms. I miss the odd things about triathlon that you hate in the moment. 


I miss the sea of swim caps. Who knew?

This 💖
Ironman Texas finish line 2017

I told Ryan the other day that the fact that I'm not signed up for a single triathlon at the moment seriously makes me sad. 
"Triathlons aren't going anywhere. Eyes on the prize!" - Speedy G
We practically said the same phrase in sync. I know what I want and I'm going after it. But I'll be damned if it's not harder than ever to not want what I can't have at the moment. But the reality is I'm more excited that I'm currently driving to Champaign, IL with Jacqui instead of checking in my bike in The Woodlands, Texas. My time will come again in the Ironman and triathlon world, maybe sooner than later or later than sooner, who knows. But there's no time like the present. And I can't wait to see what my legs can do tomorrow morning. The last time my legs touched this course I was still your runner who trained with miles logged instead of speed workouts and intensity. I've seen the beauty of this campus more than enough. Tomorrow, I'm ready to see it in a blur as I fly by. I want to greet the winds of the South Farms with open arms (well, more like closed because that wouldn't be aero, right Speedy? 🤣). 


And in all honesty, I can't wait to see what post-race will look like for my college group at the ripe old age of 29-30. Because back when we were in our prime, we hosted the classiest of events named "Short Shorts and Favorite Sports", where all attendees were required to wear the shortest shorts they owned with their favorite sports jersey. Of course we served the finest of beverages as well. 


Yes, Rob is wearing a pair of my running shorts

My partner in crime in the 217 area code 
This year, my partner in crime, Beth and her husband Jordan, have opened up their home to us. Yes, as of very recently, they are officially full time residents of 217 area code. Beth can't get enough of academia as she is now employed by the University of Illinois, of course involved with all things science and business. So I guess you could say, I can technically head back "home" whenever I feel like it.


And who knows, maybe I'll convince Rob to run the Half Marathon again!
Rob, Me, Beth post Half Marathon in 2012
And of course this week of all weeks my VERY NEWLY acquired allergies have decided to make quite the appearance, making me sound like a man at times. Not to worry, I have purchased some solid stock in Allegra D which will be enough to get me through the race with minimal flem. Along with an annoying flare up of my IT band/hamstring/we're not sure what muscle is so tight right now. I've had my pre-race massage and I've taken my RnR this week to make sure all systems are a go. My bags are packed, Jacqui and I are on the road, (with coffee of course), and the fun is awaiting our arrival. 

Stay tuned. Cheers.

Saturday, March 17, 2018

The Train of Life

Very recently, I was reminded of how absolutely wonderful the running/triathlon/endurance community really is.

When I graduated from college and started working part time at the local gym before I found my big-girl-job, I befriended a small group of guys and we spent more time together at 5am on Saturday mornings than most can imagine. Todd was also an employee of the same gym and we started running together after work from time to time. Closest to my age, we bonded quickly and it wasn't long before Rob and I found a new everlasting friendship in him and his wife. Eventually we decided that we each wanted to bring in another friend to our small running posse. Todd introduced me to Shane, the Sherpa of the group. While I brought in Russ (a member of the gym whom I saw damn near every day at 4:45am as I opened the doors), the biggest pain in the ass there ever was. Shane and Russ are both "older" than Todd and I and always refer to us as the "whipper snappers" of the foursome. Russ and Shane were also formerly in the military. Russ, the Marines. Shane, the Army. Put the 4 of us together and we are an unfiltered, determined, masochist bunch. Being the only female in such a strong group (and the youngest), I learned pretty quickly that I had to have the sass ready to fire at a moments notice.

The 4 of us were in very different stages of life. I had just graduated from college while Rob finished his degree, 3 hours away in Champaign, IL. Todd spent more time at the gym than ever as his wife was working the night shift in the ER as a trauma nurse while going to school for her masters degree. Shane and his wife were extremely comfortable with life and were about to embark on the journey of parenthood. And Russ traveled the globe at the drop of a hat for work and spent all of his time in the states running with us or with his wife and son.

So how does a group like this find a common ground? We shared one commonality. Endurance. We all thrived on the pain of a hard workout. We needed to know that after an awful week of work, traveling overseas to Sweden & Germany, working 12-14 hour days, we'd all find each other on Saturday morning during sunrise for a long run around Crystal Lake. Together, we named ourselves The Strugglebus.

Megan's first 70.3

These guys, they're the reason I bought my first bike.

These guys, they're the reason I can swim respectively at all.

These guys, they're the reason I started triathlon.

These guys, they're the reason I know any sort of biking routes in the Marengo/Union/Woodstock area.

These guys, they believed in me when I never believed in myself.

These guys, they watched my cry when I was such a bad cyclist that I would cry when they wouldn't wait for me. All the while they knew what they were doing. Let her cry, she's gonna laugh at herself one day. And they weren't wrong.

These guys, they told me I'd be a badass when I doubted myself most.

These guys have wives, kids, demanding full time jobs. And they found it reason enough to guide me towards a sport I never knew I needed in my life.

Todd and Russ were my catchers as I crossed the finish line of my first 140.6

As loyal as they come

Last Wednesday morning as I was finishing up a swim workout, Shane walked onto the pool deck with a mighty large gift bag. Back in the fall I had a housewarming/belated birthday/season celebration party. Unfortunately Shane couldn't make it but still had a gift to share with me. He finally put it in his car and decided to surprise me at the gym with it one day. Wednesday was that day.

The bag contained 2 items. An extremely nice zip up Sugoi Ironman hoodie that I have worn almost constantly since I opened it. And the other was a picture frame that had the phrase "The Struggle Bus Is Real" He continued to explain himself and the gifts.

"Megan I'll always have 2 pretty amazing memories with you. The reason you have the sweatshirt is because I remember more than once running through the dead of winter with you and the guys. We stopped at one of your friends houses and he had water out on his front porch for us. Weekend after weekend he always had water for us. And the picture frame is because the 4 of us will always be The Strugglebus. We were the beginning of your triathlon journey." 

Don't forget, it's approximately 6:30am and I have just finished a pretty tough swim workout and I am running late for the showers to get ready for work. And here's Shane, makin' me tear up and get all emotional. Of course, he had to mention my water boy. You all remember him, right? He went on into further detail to explain how the 4 of us, the Strugglebus, we were all apart of each others Train of Life. He told me about a book he had read, and how a train can be a metaphor for someone's life. Every once in a while the train stops in different towns, different people get on and off your train, some stay on your train longer than others. And all make some impact on your life, whether it be small or large.

Megan's pre-triathlon days, only a few months after I bought my first bike
These guys, they've been some of the best mentors and and friends a girl can ask for. (Yes, even crabby and unfiltered Russ.) And the truth of the matter is, they never left my train. At the end of the day, we find our way back to each other. I may not need swim lessons from The Strugglebus anymore, and I might be able to lead the pack on the bike on a good day, and I might not cry anymore when I think I'm lost, but I still need these guys more than ever. I need their wit, their sass, their raw unfiltered humor that can leave my abs sore for days.

Annual end of the season celebration!
Celebrating Megan's first 140.6
These are the kind of relationships that I can't imagine my life without. These people are one of the biggest reasons I'll forever be passionate about this sport. Our families have grown into some of the best friendships. I've watched Todd and his wife bring 2 amazing children into this world (and any day now, a 3rd!). I've watched Shane and his daughter Shayla dance and eat more cake than I thought possible for a 4 year old. And Russ' son Jack and I, well let's just say he still thinks I have cooties. (But I hear that goes away once they hit highschool, right?)

We can do more than swim, bike run
🍺🍹🍷
Where it all began, Todd and I roping Russ into race after race with us.
All this being said, I couldn't be more motivated for the season opener tomorrow. As far as I'm concerned, the unofficial start to the racing season happens every year in Cary, IL at the March Madness Half Marathon. Todd and Russ will be in attendance, among most of the the RyBread crew. Some of my most favorite racing moments happen when my worlds collide. And I can't wait to toe the line with Todd and and set the pace for a record day (while we wait for Russ to finish with a sundial 😉) All while I pay my respects to my favorite waterboy. It's officially been 2 years without him and this race holds a whole new meaning to me since that 9th day of March 2016 when we all had to say our finals goodbyes. My phone no longer lights up with a message post-race, "You need to get your head checked if you think that this Sunday morning running stuff is fun! But I love ya all the same!" - Mike Powers, my waterboy. He was another example of someone who was always aboard Megan's Train of Life.

Because it's just not the same without him
Ready or not legs, it's go time.

Saturday, December 30, 2017

Unforgettable Moments of 2017

2017 has been one of those years that I reflect on and think to myself, "Seriously, ALL of that happened?" From day 1 to the final days that are approaching, I look back and think how did I manage?  But, as the saying goes, the Good Lord doesn't give you anything you can't handle.

Every time I race, I hold a piece of that day in my heart. I blog so I can be sure to keep the moments around longer than my mind will allow. I read back once in a while and catch myself thinking, oh wow I forgot that even happened! Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry. But I never regret it and always close my computer with a smile on my face.

Here are some highlights from the the most unpredictable racing year to date. Some of the memories you've already read about while there are some memories (and races) that I never actually wrote about. Sit back and relax, I had some fun writing this one.

S-NO-W Fun Run
January 7th, 2017

This is a race that never actually made the press. It's 100% purely fun and meant to be run for the post-race party. Every year, the first weekend in January, the old PlayBoy Bunny Mansion, The Grand Geneva Resort & Spa in Lake Geneva, WI, swarms with runners looking to log a couple of miles around the lake so they can rightfully earn their post-race beverages. It's always so hard to pick a favorite moment. And this year, there were plenty...

Perhaps it was this, watching Ryan pass me on the out and back course dressed as a Gorilla..

Who needs a hat when you have a Gorilla mask

Or maybe this moment.. when Lauren and I crossed the finish line stride for stride...

10 degrees. So. Flippin. Cold.
Oh I know, it was when John greeted us in the ballroom after the race and asked us why we weren't on "his level" yet...

Let the evening begin

OR It was winning this Goblet to hold all of our "post-race hydration..."

Promise there's water in that 😜

PSA: if you've never run the S-NO-W Fun Run, you need to start ASAP.

March Madness Half Marathon 
 March 19th, 2017

This is by far one of my all time favorite races. I will ALWAYS run it as long as I live in the area. It's close to home, a pretty cheap entry, and it offers a serious challenge that most mountainous races can't top. And this year, it wasn't any different. But what I didn't expect was to walk away with a new fresh face that I would later call a very dear friend. Meeting Kati before the race and slowly getting to know her over the next couple of months is easily the best part of this year's March Madness Half Marathon. Kati was a mutual friend of Lauren's, and the newest member of the RyBread Racing team. I truly believe that certain people are meant to be in your life, whether it be your whole life or someone that enters the picture 50 years into the game. And Kati entered the picture at EXACTLY the right moment. At the time, I was currently experiencing a heart throbbing relationship that was beginning to exit my life.

We ran our warmup together and I learned so much over the course of our slow 'n steady 2 miles. 1. Her husband's name is also Rob. 2. She was planning on doing her first full Ironman in September in Madison. 3. She's a wicked fast runner. 4. She's not a fan of the water at all. 5. She enjoys an internal argument with herself on the race course just as much as I do. Once I found this out, I knew we were meant to be friends...

I wasn't lying about the wicked fast part..
She took 6th overall female on this disgustingly difficult course.


Ironman Texas 
April 22nd, 2017

Ironman Texas definitely left a bad taste in my mouth this year. But there were some stand out moments that I'll never forget. Like the night before the race when I headed to dinner with Rob and Ryan, and my Dad and Uncle just happened to be there to surprise me? When you pour your heart and soul into a passion so deeply. When so many of your waking moments are devoted to training. And when you continually try to make yourself better than yesterday, it goes without saying that a surprise like this will surely break you down. I sobbed my little eyes out in that restaurant booth, Rob to my left, Uncle JB to my right, and Pops sitting across from me. So many people will tell you over and over again that it takes a Village to get a single person across that finish line. And my Village just so happens to be one of the best.

💖💖💖

So many moments from the Ironman Texas race course I've tried to forget, but there's one that I'll always try to remember. While on the run, I was able to spend almost 2 miles stride for stride with Ryan. Unfortunately, this memory comes at his cost. His body wasn't responding the way he needed it to in those final miles of Ironman Texas. But for me, someone who will never see the #1 spot of any Ironman, I was able to share those miles with an Ironman Champion. An amazing mentor. A phenomenal coach. A kindhearted soul. And, one of the dearest friends anyone could ever ask for. We were able to run stride for stride together. I did my best to keep his mind as clear and positive as I could. While I know for a fact he was doing everything he could to drop me faster than he did, I'd even dare to say he enjoyed these miles too. Ironman Texas was a rough day all around, but moments like this make it all worthwhile.

The day before, when we both felt much better

Ironman 70.3 Chattanooga 
May 21st, 2017

This race crept up on me pretty quickly after Ironman Texas. I was in the middle of buying a new house. I was also in the middle of changing jobs. And I had just gotten home from Texas less than a month prior. To say I was bleeding money out my ears would be an understatement. But there was no way I could cancel this trip. Because, without a doubt, the best part of this trip was being able to spend 4 entire days uninterrupted with Rob. Rob had recently been switched to working the night shift and was putting in some serious hours. We were lucky to see each other for a few hours every Saturday night. But he requested this entire weekend so that he could be my sherpa, as promised. Rob and I have been together a long time, 7 and a half years at this time of the year. We've grown into our relationship quite well over the years and I guess you could say that there really aren't many surprises these days. We are who we are together and that's the deal. But this trip, we laughed more together than we had in a long time. We watched the weather go from beautiful to ugly to unpredictably perfect at the drop of a hat and we were simply in awe of my weather racing abilities. We met celebrities together (Heather Jackson!) and were both a little starstruck, even Rob had to tell her how he witnessed her impressive win at IMLP in 2016 in the Olympic Oval. We made no plans (other than required race events) and simply spent our time reconnecting. Pardon the mush, but I'd dare to even say I fell a little more in love with him on this trip. 

We ate free Chik-Fil-A chicken sandwiches from a street vendor

My guy and his love for architecture

His new motto after this trip

My #1 fan!

Ironman 70.3 Wisconsin
June 11th, 2017

Isn't this what they call a no brainer? I mean, I qualified for the World Championships at this race. And I did it in the most adverse of weather. Freezing cold water + crazy chop: check. 30+mph winds on the bike (head/cross/tailwinds. It truly was coming from all angles of the Earth): check. 90+ degree temps with 0 clouds: check. Rob was there. Mark was there. BOTH Jacqui and Ryan were there. Kati and Ryan both shared the race course with me. 

I came home from Chatty 70.3 a little sour after being so close to qualifying for the World Championships that I found my way into this race, calling it my last shot. And I'll be damned if it wasn't the best decision I've EVER made in the midst of my life being a total shit show. I had literally just moved ALL of my possessions only 72 hours prior and woke up on race morning sore because of it. But the moment I'll never forget was while we were sitting at the awards. The announcer had already passed my age group and I had already sent the "didn't make it" text to Mom and Dad. I had kind of stopped listening. My heart was a little crushed and I wanted to make a break for it to my car. But then, I heard this: "It looks like the Female 18-24 slot won't be taken so it goes to the next biggest age group... Female 30-34!" My heart sank, Mark and Ryan went from slouching in their chairs to immediately perked and sitting upright, and I felt a small wave of nausea come over me. Before the announcer even called my number, Ryan sat next to me whispering "YES! YES YES YES!!" I jumped to my feet, hugged Mark, and sprinted to the stage to accept my slot. The crowd had thinned but I remember the cheers being so loud and vibrant. Tears streamed down my face and my hands shook uncontrollably as I attempted to fill out the necessary paperwork. I looked up and Mark had his phone in my face, my parents on FaceTime confused beyond belief. I was sobbing so of course they assumed I was hurt or dying, but as soon as I was able to articulate what happened they joined the celebration. This race, this was by far a memory I'll not soon forget. 

I don't know who took this picture, but I'll treasure it forever
The moment I snagged the LAST qualifying slot of the day!


Lake In The Hills Triathlon
June 18th, 2017

At this point in the season my body had already been through hell and back, but there will be a pretty serious reason the day I miss out on the Lake In The Hills Triathlon. It's literally in my backyard and draws all my local favorites for a short little race of triathlon. And this year, almost the entire RyBread Racing crew, AKA the LPpartee, ventured out to Lake in the Hills, IL to join the fun. The non-locals crashed at my house the night before and the next morning we did what we know best, we raced each other across that finish line. It's hard to get all of us together considering we spread across the Chicagoland area pretty well, but this day was one for the books. It could have been the fact that John and Brittany made sure to make it known that they were READY TO LEAVE THE HOUSE FIRST (and not last like usual). Or catching up with an old high school friend while we dipped our toes in the water before the gun went off. Or, maybe it was when Trina decided to smoke me with less than a half mile to go on the bike, something she's turned into a tradition when we race together. Or it could have been hearing John run up behind me on the run screaming, "EAT MY TURDS!" Or, perhaps it was watching Jacqui's comeback after what seemed like countless injuries. Whatever it was, I know that this day and race will forever be one of my favorite days.

She's baaaaaack!

Perhaps Brittany and I can introduce you to these things called "sunglasses"

#RyBread


Advocate Family Fitness Run 10K
July 4th, 2017

I found this 4th of July 10k years ago and always find myself on the starting line if I happen to be in the area for the holiday. I missed out last year, so of course it made the list this year. One thing I'll always remember about this race is the heat. It's ALWAYS sweltering and offers some challenging hills you wouldn't wish on your enemies. After years of racing this one, I can safely say I finally feel comfortable on these hills. I was ready to test my fitness this year! Except, when they change the race course on you and you are forced to run blind to the terrain. Cue small panic attack. Definitely not the end of the world, but I'll be damned. Just as soon as I start to get comfortable, there goes my comfort zone. They changed this course to avoid multiple train tracks (which has stopped the race in years past due to an unforeseen train) so ultimately I couldn't be mad. It's no secret that I'm a creature of habit, but I've certainly grown to embrace change. And lemme tell ya, this change is something I'd prefer to know before the gun went off. The hills we ran were some of the hills that Mark and I would bike on when we ventured out to Barrington. I wanted to test my fitness, and I'll be damned if that didn't happen. 

I'll stick to the longer distances from now on..

Ironman 70.3 Muncie
July 8th, 2017

So I didn't actually race Muncie this year. But I was there for Mark, Jacqui, and Kati as their race day Sherpa and lemme tell ya, that shit's harder than it looks. We left the hotel on race morning at a God awful time and went through the typical race day preparations. I'm used to getting up on the weekend, sipping my coffee, doing a few things around the house, and then taking off for my long run. This whole "wake up, drive to a race site, sit in the car for 3 hours, watch the start of the race, then go run" thing wasn't my norm. But I laced my running shoes while my little posse took off on the bike course and had one of my better runs to date! My body was tired, legs were heavy, and nutrition was definitely not on point considering I'd been awake for 7 hours already and pretty much had been living off of hotel coffee and fruit snacks. The human body can do amazing things if you let it. 

Once everyone hit the run course, I grabbed Phoebe (my road bike) and turned into a course marshall and road up and down that run course more times than I can count. I road up to Jacqui to let her know how she placed and back to Mark to laugh at him, and never found Kati at all and it started to worry me. I was in uncharted territory on the sidelines and I wasn't good at sending updates back home. My body was tired and hungry from my run. I was sweating bullets because it was getting hot outside and I knew the aidstations needed the water for athletes. I peed in more bushes than I'd care to admit because that's what you do in Muncie, IN as a Sherpa on the race course. But, I watched my friends kick ass and take names, all while they had a smile on their face. And you know what, sometimes that's just as fun as racing. 

The reason I Sherpa 🙌


Amita Health Fit America Half Marathon
July 22nd, 2017

I'm gonna keep the details about this one short 'n sweet because OMG it was probably one of the most miserable races EVER. I was in the middle of a small triathlon hiatus because my body was about to be put through the ringer during the month of September, but I was itching for a race. So we settled on this Half Marathon. Here are the super short highlights:

1. Humidity like you've never experienced. I'm sure this day was similar to running through a cloud. I was sweating buckets before the start.
2. Puddles. Puddles. And more puddles. My shoes and socks were legit drenched during our warmup. 
3. Indian style warm up runs with Mark and Kati. Yep. It happened.
4. All the popsicles you could imagine post race.
5. The 3 of us got interviewed post race so of course we mentioned RyBread Racing umpteen times throughout the interview.

Would I do it all over again with these 2? No doubt.


Ironman 70.3 World Championships
September 9th, 2017

Also, more popularly known as, my 30th birthday. Picking standout moments from this race is definitely a challenge because the whole experience was something I'll cherish. From the moment Mark and I pulled into town til the moment we left, I could write another blog simply on my memories of this trip.

The first and maybe the best moment of the entire trip happened early on. The day before the race, shortly after the group finished our open water practice swim (that's an entirely separate story, lemme tell ya) we were all getting ready to go our separate ways. My phone rang and I saw that Rob was calling me when he should be sleeping, getting ready to go to work in a few short hours. He was calling to let me know that his original plan of surprising me at dinner was thrown out the window because the rental car company didn't have a car for him until 2pm. Instead, he'd be arriving in the middle of the night, with hours to spare before the start of the race. You wanna talk about an ugly cry? Well this was it. I was happier than you could imagine that my #1 wasn't going to miss the race after all. He does this Sherpa thing ALOT for me these days, but even he'll tell you, he's NEVER missed a big race. And he never intends too.

Pre-Race
I think he had been in town approximately 5 hours at this point

The surprises weren't over after that. Walking to dinner that night, I found my cousin and his wife seated at our table, having not told anyone that they would be there for the race until the day before. They were there for their inaugural Ironman event (they picked a hell of an event!) and my 30th birthday. You couldn't pay me enough to stop smiling at this point in the trip.

Pre-Race meal!

They were pretty impressed with their first triathlon ever
Let's fast forward to race day. The start of this race isn't the norm. Athletes walk down a very long pier, lined with a red carpet where you then choose your starting position. There were 10 gates in front of me and a horn blew every 10 seconds, allowing 10 athletes to dive into the water at a time. Saying goodbye to Mark and Rob and walking that pier with Jacqui, I was very aware of how the moment I had been waiting for was literally HERE, and how much I desperately had to pee. {Not like a nervous pee, like I hadn't peed all day kinda pee} I felt as though I was getting the royal treatment, and for the 2nd time this year, I was able to walk stride for stride with one of my best friends (and one of the best triathletes I know) to start this race. How does a girl get so lucky?

Walking that Red Carpet with Jacqui!
Sleeveless: Me, Jacqui to my right!

The bigger picture of the start!

I was able to watch Ryan race the very next day, something that always leaves me in awe. At one point on the run course, I knew he would be wanting an update from me about his position. I stood at the end of the pedestrian bridge, waiting for Rob to flag me down so I'd know when he was coming. Rob's arm went into the air and soon I saw Speedy come flying down the bridge. "SPEEDY! You're 1 minute down from 2nd, 3 minutes away from 1st!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. He responded to me with a very animated thumbs-down gesture. Mark immediately asked, "uhhhh what's that mean?" and the nice Australian lady standing next to me gave me her opinion without warning, {spoken in the thickest of Aussie accents} "Ohhhh. Well he's to hard on himself. I think he can do it, it's not that much time!" Yea lady, I know. 

Literally all race pictures of Speedy are blurry because he's that flippin' fast

Overall, there aren't many memories that don't stand out. I had multiple college friends that drove in for the race as well. We celebrated that night with dinner and drinks. During the race, I climbed a huge mountain that I think still has left it's mark on my quads at times. Like I said, I could never ever end with the highlights from this trip. 

Legit climbing mountains

My group - Pre-Race!

BOOM


Ironman Chattanooga
September 24th, 2017

This is another race filled with all the memories. Late in 2016, this was supposed to be my "A" race of 2017. Clearly, plans change. I had all of 2 weeks to get my body recovered, re-tapered, and ready to go before this race. Lemme tell ya, that's not an easy task. 

The stand out memory for me hands down is this picture right here, coming across that finish line with both of my parents on the sidelines. My mom doesn't travel well, or put up with heat all that well. And Chattanooga isn't close to home and it was all of 95 degrees on race day. And she put up with all of it like the trooper she is. 

You can see my dad in the blue, mom right next to him 💓
I had some pretty high hopes for this race that I needed to dial back a bit after competing in Worlds only 2 weeks prior. But when I got off that bike and immediately Rob was there to tell me that I was currently sitting in 4th place in my age group, my stomach dropped. I was in contention for a podium spot and even more if I could run this marathon the right way. Unfortunately, my body wasn't fully recovered yet and at times I began to wonder if I'd be taking my first DNF. My quads were cramping uncontrollably and I did all I could to calm them down. Alas I found the finish line, but it was definitely a close call. 

The moment Rob told me I was in podium position
The shock is hidden behind the sunglasses

As soon as my body began to shut down, I knew it was only a matter of time before I'd be seeing Kati come at me from behind. Remember how I told you that she's a wicked fast runner? Well, she's someone who ALWAYS has her run legs handy. 112 miles on a bike has nothing on this girl before a marathon. Around mile 20, I spotted Rob at the top of a hill and he stood laughing at me. It was starting to piss me off, he knows when it's ok to make jokes and right now, it wasn't ok. "Kati is right behind you!" He told me. I turned my head and there she was, that little spitfire, chugging up the awful hill we were on. I knew my hopes for the day were over, so I stopped and waited for her so we could enjoy this together. 

I made sure to greet her with a hug
Now, this is the same girl that I had to FORCE into the water at the start of the race. Team RyBread approached the pier ALL TOGETHER without a single person in front of us {hard to do at an event like this} and had the opportunity to dive in the water at the same time. Halfway down the pier I noticed Kati was missing. I turned my head and spotted her standing on the end of the red carpet, stone cold. Remember that fear of water I told you about? Yea, it's real. I ran up to her and grabbed her hand tight and made her walk to the water with me. She shook uncontrollably and a part of me considered for a brief moment maybe you shouldn't force her? But I KNEW she'd regret it if she didn't get in the water. I smiled and reassured her that she WOULD get out of the water and that she WOULD see the finish line. Obviously, the rest is history. 

Mark and I played cat and mouse all day during IMChatty. I beat him out of the water. He passed me on the bike around mile 25. I passed him on the run at mile 5. When I found him on the run, I spotted the RyBread kit but could not understand why he looked swollen and puffy. The closer I got, I soon realized he shoved approximately 20 sponges in his kit to stay cool. He looked like the Michelin Man and it gave me a good laugh when I needed it. 

Told ya 🤣
I could go on and on again with the memories. Because my cousin and his wife had so much fun 2 weeks prior, they decided to come back for round 2 to witness double the distance. I watched 3 first timers cross the finish line, Nate, Lauren and Matt. {Matt walked away with a 5th place finish as a newbie, amazing!} The next day, team RyBread accepted a first place award for Tri-Team Division 5 {the smallest division, we're a little group!}. This race was my 3rd trip to Chattanooga in 5 months to race, and you can definitely say I walked away with some lifelong memories in this wonderful town. 

Because it's harder and harder to make this moment happen!

#RyBread

Winner winner Chicken Dinner!

Schaumburg Turkey Trot Half Marathon
November 25th, 2017

After I got home from Chattanooga for the 3rd time, I took a much needed break. But of course you all know I can't sit still THAT long. And Ryan and I had been talking about how it was time to put my run to the test in the future. Testing my baseline at the Schaumburg Turkey Trot Half Marathon seemed like the perfect opportunity. I had to run this race knowing that Thanksgiving was only 2 days prior, and that my diet wouldn't be the norm pre-race. It was also chillier than normal and the course was a bit challenging offering some hills and relentless wind. I knew this wasn't going to be a PR opportunity, but more a chance to see if I could ACTUALLY try and follow a race plan that Speedy had laid out for me.. something that is ALWAYS a challenge for me. And wouldn't ya know it, I was able to follow the plan (to a point, when my body just didn't have the umph anymore and I was forced to slow down in the wind). I was so proud of myself for not throwing down a stupid fast mile when the gun when off and literally running what we had talked about. Quote me now, this is something that is going to be worked on RELENTLESSLY over the winter.

stick a fork in me I'm done

Racing with friends always makes the day that much more fun, and this time I was able to share the road with an old childhood neighbor. She's the kind of person that makes my unfiltered mind look tame and is always the light of the party. She's definitely the kind of person you need to remind you that life is short and that the fun is to be had NOW. 

A shiny new PR for Jenna! 
She's a firefighter at the Schaumburg fire station and post race she gave us the grand tour. I don't think I've been to a fire station since I was probably in Kindergarten so this was definitely more fun than the last 3 miles of the race running into the wind. 

The 3 Musketeers of Bradford Lane circa 2001

Kiwani's Run for Kids Santa 5K
December 3rd, 2017

Who doesn't love to wake up on a Sunday morning and see 1,000 Santas running in front of your house? This race is just as fun as it sounds and offers the opportunity to dress like the world's most recognizable person and run around town. Without a doubt the best part of this race was being able to run only 3 seconds off of my 5K PR on some unprepared legs. I didn't have a race plan and was ready to run based on feel. And when I was able to consistently hold 3 steady miles and not feel like I was about to drop a lung, I was damn proud of myself. 

Little Santa, Big Santa, Little Santa

Prairie Ridge Ugly Sweater 5K
December 9th, 2017

So in our race packets from the Santa run, there was as flyer for the Ugly Sweater 5k at our cross town rival high school the following weekend. Initially Mark looked at me and was like, "Let's do it!" NO I told him. My body needs rest. And then, Jacqui initiated it. "Guys, we should run the Ugly Sweater 5k! It looks like fun!" I tried to play the "oh, I have to ask Speedy" card. But Jacqui had already beaten me to it. "Speedy said we could all run!" Yer killin' me smalls. We were all signed up that night of the Santa race. The only problem with all of this, the weather forecast was getting colder and colder by the day. We were looking at 15 degree race day temps with some fun blowing snow. HAVE I MENTIONED HOW MUCH I HATE WINTER!?! But, I'll do anything for these 2 turds. We showed up on race day and started on the high school track all decked out in our ugliest of sweaters. {Caveat, Mark's sweater was just a normal sweater from Kohl's that he thought was ugly. Classic.} 

There were some awful prints at this event
We took off and the wind was blowing and I was FREEZING my butt off. I hung out with Mark for the first 3/4 of a mile while we weaved our way around the high school campus. Once we hit real pavement I picked up the pace for the sole reason to get done faster. Turns out, when you run to keep warm, you take 2nd place overall female! Any guesses who was first?! Now, I realize that this was a SUPER small local event and that all I needed was for Lauren or Kati to show up and I would have been bumped down to 3rd or 4th place. But I'll admit, it was kinda fun to share the top spot with one of my better friends in life, and an athlete that I've looked up to for years. 

Jacqui 1st!
Megan 2nd!
Other nice girl 3rd!

If you would have told me on January 1st, 2017 that I was about to faced with the year I had, I likely would have had some sort of panic attack and crawled in a hole out of disbelief. But I assure you that this hobby and this sport is more than just "something to do after work." It's opened my eyes to so many life lessons, introduced me to some of the most amazing people, and given me some memories I can't believe are my own. In 2017, I set out to accomplish some big things in the Ironman world, and instead I topped the charts in the Half Ironman World. I'd like to say I have a good idea of what I want to accomplish in 2018, but 2017 is surely a testament that life will rarely go as planned. 

I realize this is getting a bit long and that I'm likely losing your interest, so I'll get off my memory soap box here. I have a slew of thoughts going into 2018, but I'll save those for the 1st of the year. If you've made it this far into the blog, I want to thank you for taking this journey with me. I have a hard time expressing how much everyone's support means to me. Please know that I appreciate everyone's support more than you can comprehend. Without you all, 2017 wouldn't have happened. 

I'll be back for more in a few days. Until then, cheers to 2017🍾