Showing posts with label Ironman Chattanooga. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ironman Chattanooga. Show all posts

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🍾

Sunday, October 1, 2017

Ironman Chattanooga 2017: The RyBread Version

Part of me has been itching to write this fun, adventure filled week. But my body has been screaming for rest. So every spare second I've had since I've been home has been snuggled up in bed catching up on my beauty rest.

But. There's always a but. Another part of me has been dreading these keystrokes. For so many reasons you'll learn about soon.

Let's start from the beginning. After Mark and I got home from World's, I knew that the hardest part of the month was only just beginning. But Megan, World's was SUCH a hard course and you finished it strong, how could it get any harder? I needed my body to recover in a pretty short time so that I could jump back on the horse and then start my taper again, PRONTO. I think even Speedy wasn't exactly sure how to coordinate my workouts for those 2 weeks. Short PSA: Ryan worked his magic and got me to that start line recovered, tapered, and hungry for more only 2 weeks after Worlds. If you've EVER considered a coach in your life, look no further.. I found your guy.

THURSDAY

Mark, Ryan, and myself pulled out of my driveway Thursday morning at about 5:15am, made a pit stop at Dunkin Donuts for some road brew, and we were officially Chatty bound again by 5:30am. For the most part the ride was uneventful. Ryan and I had plenty of time to bond because, well, this:

Mark can NOT stay awake in a car to save his life.
We arrived to our adorable AirBnB with just enough time to drop our bags and meet Kati and the Tomato's at the river for a quick dip. The water looked like glass but you could definitely see the current move through. But this time, that current was going to be in my favor. Bring it. We hopped in knowing full well that we'd have to swim against the current for half of our swim, regardless of how long we swam. I helped squeeze Kati into her wetsuit, snagged my swimskin, and hopped into the bathwater. Ryan and I made a plan. Swim to Veteran's Bridge and back. Perfect. We took off and of course within a few minutes Speedy took off and set his own pace. The current isn't too bad today, this is actually tolerable! But that bridge, I can't seem to get any closer to it... Yea, 20 minutes later, I made it to Veteran's Bridge. I turned around and welcomed the downstream with open arms. 8 minutes later, I was back at my starting point with the rest of the group. Holy hell! You're gonna FLY on race day!


Sunset swims have grown on me.. 💖
When I made it back to the group there was a new face, Jeffrey/Nate! Matt and Lauren were still a few hours outside of Chattanooga and Rob was scheduled to arrive the next evening. It wouldn't be long until our group was whole! After a quick dinner, we headed back to the house to greet Matt and Lauren and then head to bed early. At this point in the game, rest is just as important as all the miles we'd logged over the last few months.

FRIDAY

Friday was our day to check-in to the race and get back to the house ASAP to get our feet up and stay out of the heat. We made it to check-in by 10 am in an effort to beat the heat, but I'm pretty sure we all melted regardless.
 

Matt needed help grooming before we left the house
Remember 2 weeks ago when I mentioned that check-in for Worlds was absolutely flawless and smooth? Well, this time around it was anything but. It was well organized but it was SO crowded. Lines stood still for what seemed like forever. Thankfully registration was inside a large tent so it was out of the sun, but it was definitely still heating up.

The registration test was NUTS
Spotted in the Reg Tent! Fresh RyBread ready to race!

Once we were all checked in, we snagged a group photo with the Little Debbie Ironman backdrop. Finding everyone for this picture MIGHT have been harder than actually racing. This group.. we're hard to keep tabs on.

After this, Trina bolted because she's good at going MIA when we need her most..

...like the girls only picture that she missed out on 😠
We found a way to get everyone corralled to the restaurant literally a stones throw from the expo for lunch. We seemed to always be missing someone. Mark and Jeffrey were waiting in line for bike nutrition. Once they returned, Nate left to go find Trina (who was MIA from earlier?) Long story short, if you didn't order when the waitress was at the table, you missed out. Sorry 'boutcha. Walking out we ran into more of the RyBread team! The Wise Man and Magellan (Bill Gagne and Lance Lane). They were sharing a meal with their lovely wives, so of course we all bombarded them an interrupted because we just can't help ourselves.

SMILE!
Once we got back to the house, it was time for Ryan to play bike mechanic and go through everyone's bikes and make sure everything was working properly. But Megan, that sounds like a lot of work? And, does he even know how to do all of that stuff? You're right, it's a shit ton of work. He was sweating bullets pretty quickly. And yes, he gave every bike the up and down, clean and greased all cassettes, tested brakes and shifting cables. You name it he did it. This guy, he truly cares about his athletes and wants everyone to reach their potential, so he'll do everything he can to make sure it happens. So back to that coaching recommendation, you still need one?


Bike shop open for business..


Why yes, we even kept bikes in the kitchen..


While the rest of us relaxed in Normatecs watching college football
Mom and dad rolled into town just before the group headed to dinner. They stopped by to say hello and check out the house before we headed to the Terminal Brewhouse, the same restaurant where my cousin surprised us the night before my race 2 weeks prior. It gets even weirder: we even sat at the same table!

Happy Birthday to Kati's husband Rob!
We headed back to the house to head to bed. Once again, Rob's arrival would be in the middle of the night. But this time it didn't matter at all because he was an entire day early! At approximately 1am, he let himself into the house, tucked in bed next to me, and we drifted off to sleep with some serious deja vu. 


SATURDAY

BIKE AND GEAR CHECK-IN DAY! Mark, Matt, Lauren, Jeffrey, and myself started our morning with a short bike/run brick to make sure the bike was working properly and that the body was loose and ready to go. Speedy has his own race to train for (just Kona, NBD) so he said goodbye to us as he departed for his own 140 mile long ride. Yea, you read that right. He did a little course recon for us, some roads he reconned twice.

Missing half our team so not as cool as last year's Lake Placid shots
We packed our gear and headed to bike check-in. One thing was for certain, we were definitely in for a hot day on Sunday. The sun was out for blood, showing no mercy. We took a quick (half) group photo in front of the Ironman sign with our bikes and bolted as soon as we could.

Can you see the sweat dripping?

SMILE GUYS I LOVE MY NEW GOPRO!
Once again, the group split after this photo. Mark hung out with Jeffrey while he had his bike looked at one last time. Nate and Trina never actually made it to bike check-in while we were there. Kati took off to spend the rest of her husband's birthday with him. That left Lauren, Matt, Rob and myself to fend for ourselves for lunch. And that's exactly what we did.

The best part of Ironman-ing, the food
At this point in the trip, I was definitely a bit tired but that's nothing new during a race trip away from home. Physically, I was shocked at how rested I felt. I had my doubts as to whether or not my body was ready to go, but at the end of the day I knew deep inside me that there wasn't anything I could have done differently. I had some specific expectations of myself this time around. I'm sure Ryan did too, even if he didn't share them with me. But I have a feeling we were on the same wavelength, but keeping our thoughts to ourselves.

The pre-race meal was going to take place at our house, cooking some burgers and chicken on the grill with some fresh veggies. Plain and simple, but that's exactly what race day calls for. Mom and Dad came to the house for dinner and we shuffled burgers on and off the tiny grill and the whole group ate in shifts. However, just before it was time to eat the doorbell rang. Immediately I assumed it was the owner of the house coming to wish us goodluck. She had stopped by a few times throughout our stay and was so sweet. What I didn't expect to see standing before me was my cousin Michael and his wife Carrie. Yes, the same cousins that surprised me 2 weeks prior for Worlds. I know for certain that explicit words came out of my mouth because I couldn't believe that they were there again for round 2. This time their trip was literally a last minute decision, accommodations booked less than 24 hours prior to their arrival.

Don't mind Rob in the corner, lovin' on the Normatecs
Mom and Dad took off shortly after dinner. Michael and Carrie stuck around for a while and hung out while the kitchen turned into a science lab and we all started to create our race day nutrition. Creating the perfect mix for each individual person is SUCH an art and a science. I wish you could have seen Michael and Carrie's faces as they watched scoop, funnel, shake, mix, repeat. Michael said it best, "I think I'll stick with beer." And with that, it was time to tuck ourselves in for the night. It was almost time to shine.

SUNDAY - RACE DAY!

By 3:45am, coffee was being brewed, the entire house was awake, and morning clothes bags were being packed. We all pilled into my car and Ryan ushered us to transition while Rob stayed back to await any emergency phone calls. OMG Rob I forgot XYZ, please bring it over NOW! Thankfully, we didn't have to use him for any emergencies, but it was nice knowing we had that option if needed.

We were among some of the first people to transition to set up nutrition and pump tires. We all said goodbye to Ryan and told him where to meet us. As the whole group made their way into transition, Mark and I ran into McKenzie Gagne, Bill's daughter. We snagged our morning hugs and she made sure to remind us to hydrate. She was assigned to pick up bike course victims if necessary due to the heat. Please don't let me see you be one of them! Noted, promise. Mark and I re-joined the group and it wasn't until this moment that I had a huge realization. Not once on this trip had I had a moment of worry about Mark and his race. No longer a newbie, this kid doesn't need his hand held anymore. He's truly come so far in such a short time span, a massive wave of pride swept over me as I approached my bike. 

We all started to fiddle with our bikes and I made sure to keep an eye on the newbies of the group (Lauren, Matt, & Kati) and calm nerves where necessary. I had to keep a close eye on Kati, she was a bundle of nerves ready to snap at any moment (crazy similar to myself the morning of my first Ironman) but so far so good. She was holding herself together quite well. I was about to walk away from my bike and check on Mark and the rest of the group when all of a sudden I spotted Ryan walking down our rack of bikes. But Megan, I thought transition was for athletes only? Was Ryan racing? You're right, it is for athletes only. No, Ryan wasn't racing. All I'll say is that Ironman might want to triple check their transition security because if Speedy can make it in, who else found their way in!

best.coach.eva.
We made our way out of transition and met Rob at the busses to be shuttled to the swim start. The entire swim was downstream, so there were umpteen school buses ready to shuttle us all (spectators included!) the 2.4 miles upstream. Kati and I snagged the first seat we saw in the front of the bus while Rob, Mark, and Jeffrey ran to the back of the bus like the cool 8th graders they thought they were. 

Lauren & Matt hung at the front of the bus too!
We hopped off the bus and found a spot in the MASSIVE swim start line with Bill and Lance (so we may have eliminated over 75% of the line).  We made ourselves comfy on the sidewalk, mingled amongst ourselves, visited the porta pottie one last time (BEST decision I could have made all day, we'll just leave it at that), and awaited our day. Before I knew it I was squeezing into my swimskin (77.9 degree water, no wetsuit!) and getting my goodluck kiss from Rob as he headed back to the swim exit. The line started to move and I could hear Mike Reilly's voice. It's go time. 

Rob loves to take awkward photos of me


SWIM

Our entire team approached the pier and immediately the crowd split and there was NO ONE in front of us. Ironman was holding back all athletes who decided to wear a wetsuit so they started at the back of the line. We said goodbye to Bill and Lance (wearing wetsuits) and we approached the pier, not a single person in front of us. The water looked smooth and calm. Officials were waiting for us along the way and we all approached the start of this race, TOGETHER. I made sure to do a quick scan as my feet hit the metal pier and spotted Kati at the edge of the red carpet, stone cold. She had her goggles on but I could see the fear through them. Come on, we're all starting together! It's time! Still, motionless. I ran up to her and grabbed her hand and made her walk the pier with me. Her hand so tiny inside of mine, she shook like crazy. You're going to do this Kati, and you're going to be great. Just remember to SMILE ALL DAY LONG! With that she picked up her pace a bit and I got a smirk out of her. Our feet hit the timing pad and the clock officially started. Within 3 seconds, the entire RyBread crew cannonballed their way to the start of Ironman Chattanooga. 

Go ahead, tell me that's not impressive
Photo Cred: Brent Baker
As soon as I took my first strokes I could feel the current. It was strong and wonderful. Most would assume this would be the perfect time to "swim easy" downstream since you'll surely PR in the swim no matter what. Not me. I was ready to swim HARD. I had certain expectations of myself and I was not about to let them slip away because I let the current swim for me. I made every pull strong and fluid. I kicked a bit more than normal, knowing I'd be spending significantly less time in the water than normal. I was breathing HARD the entire time, but I was prepared for this. I wanted to see my bike sooner than later. If I could get out of this water in 1 hour that would be amazing. Soon we approached the island and before I knew it we were swimming under Veteran's Bridge. Hell you're practically home free already. Once we got closer and closer to the swim exit it started to get pretty crowded. I never fought for space. I'm tired of doing that. This time I made them part ways for me. I splitted a couple groups of men because that's just how the current took me. I remember one even stopped and yelled at me. Dude I'm not here to listen to your sob story. Start farther back in line if you don't want to be passed by a girl. We made it to the one and only turn buoy of the entire swim and for the 3rd time this year I approached the ladder to the swim exit. One very strong volunteer grabbed me under armpit and yanked me out of the water. I glanced at my watch on the stairs and damn near froze I was in such disbelief. 54 minutes. You gotta be shitting me. 

Sometimes this sport is so unflattering

T1 - 4:22

I took off out of the water and was immediately greeted with a traffic jam. I understand that everyone races differently and that you need to be patient at times. But if there's one thing that bothers me most it's when people WALK out of the water during transition. The steep and slippery ramp was lined with a red carpet which most people were taking their time walking on. I was not about to mosey my way through T1. I'll admit, I was bit of a bitch and yelled "ON YOUR FUCKIN' LEFT, GET OVER!" more than once and shoved my way through the crowd of people. Halfway up the ramp I made eye contact with Ryan, his eyes wide and full of excitement. MEGAN! He yelled over and over again. I high fived him as I ran by on my way to my bike gear bag.
OK, maybe I tried to grab his hand for balance up the steep ramp.
I made it to the gear bags and spotted Mr. Tomato right in front of me. And unfortunately, his pace was not mine and once again I started to get irritated. Megan, don't yell at Nate. Don't yell at Nate. "HEY NATE LET'S MOVE A LITTLE FASTER!" You just can't help yourself, can you?

BIKE

I mounted my bike with no issues and knew exactly what I needed to do to keep this momentum flowing. Keep fluids in you, stay on top of your nutrition, DO NOT get lazy and miss any of your nutrition. The first 5 miles are the same 5 miles of the World Championship course so I made sure to get comfortable and take care of anything I needed to before the fun started. I took a in a decent amount of my nutrition bottle. I popped some Extra Strength Tylenol. I applied my chapstick (I paid the price 2 weeks prior, it was awful.) 


Within the first mile of transition I was ready to ride
Just before we hit the 5 mile mark, we approached the right hand turn up into Lookout Mountain. I glanced to my right and giggled as we passed the one and only road up into Lookout. I don't know if you could have paid me enough to take a detour into the mountain. I remember wondering who else had raced the 70.3 World Championship race with me 2 weeks prior. Throughout the entire week I asked plenty of people, and I still had not found anyone who had climbed that mountain with me. Passing the mountain, I snapped myself out of the past and back into reality. It's time to race this race Megan. 

Within the first 15 miles or so, the hills are pretty low key. A few small rollers but even those are minimal. It's not until you approach mile 15 or so that the significant hills start to attack. They were truly rolling hills. My momentum carried me from the bottom of one hill to about 50% up the next before I had to start putting in much effort. Don't be fooled though, this is still not a course that will allow you to leave any gears at home. My splits stayed pretty steady, ranging anywhere from 13:5x to 15:00. I'd never ridden a 5 hour century before and the longer the ride went on the more I thought it might be a possibility today. As long as you stay in control, this is very doable for you. 


Bike photogs on point on this course 👌
Once I hit mile 25 I knew I needed to be on the lookout for my mom and dad. They were staying on the bike course at about mile 27. As I was flying down a hill I spotted an aide station at the bottom... and my mom and dad were sitting in lawn chairs right in front of the garbage collectors. Oh geez, I hope they don't get nailed with gu's and nasty shit. I flagged them down and waved hello while my dad played his little lap drum and my mom snapped as many photos as she could get. 

About mile 35 we reached the sharp left turn that started to loop us back North. Once we headed back North, the wind picked up enough to slow me down a bit. I knew I wanted to ride faster than I was but had to conserve. I knew that this was only lap one and surely the wind would be stronger on the 2nd loop. The hills passed one by one and as we neared the end of the first look I encountered my first ever traffic jam. Not a bike traffic jam, but with automobiles. But Megan, the bike course is closed to traffic right? Only one lane is closed to traffic, the other lane is open for cars. However, this lovely pickup truck pulling a speedboat  decided that the bike lane was where he was going to drive. He pulled out in front of me and for a mile or so kept his distance and I was able to keep pace. It wasn't until he slowed down for athletes in front of him (instead of GETTING INTO THE OTHER LANE like he was supposed to) that I started to become infuriated. My speed went from 22mph to 12mph. I sat upright on my bike and road right along side him and yelled into his window, "Dude I'm riding faster than you! Get the fuck over and watch us ride from inside your boat." Maybe he's not used to Southern women speaking like that, or maybe he didn't understand how seriously this "silly Ironman" is to some people. Because his face was that of shock and he said nothing in return.

Right before the F-bombs started to fly
Soon the 2nd loop started and the rollers started over and the wind was now in my favor. My hopes of a 5 hour century were slowly but surely slipping away. I went from a 20.1mph avg to a 19.7mph avg. It was getting a little to late in the game to make up such time, but it would still be my best century to date. When my watch hit 100 miles I made sure to take note: 5:06. I'll take it! One thing I desperately wanted to do was get off this bike in 5:45, but I was starting to wonder if that would happen considering this course is 4 miles long (116 vs the normal 112). 

One thing I'll miss about Chattanooga are these views 

Seriously.  The mountains are calling my name.

Closing out the end of the bike I did my best to maintain speed. We started to approach the edge of town and I had some dejavu that I couldn't believe. Trina. She came up from behind me with 10 miles to go and smiled at me. So we meet again! she said. If you don't remember, Trina and I were in this EXACT position in Texas back in April. She found me on the bike with 10 mile to go. I let her go and finish her ride while I visited the nearest porta pottie due to canal water poisoning. And then, 2 months later in June, Trina found during the last mile of the Lake in the Hills triathlon. And here we were again. Part of me was happy to see a familiar face while another part of me was pissed. She took off and it took maybe a mile or so before I came to and decided enough was enough. I kicked it into gear and went in for the re-pass. It didn't last long though, she's just that strong of a cyclist. 

We were getting really close to the end of the bike and I made sure to note my bike split when my watch hit 112 (I can't help myself, I like to know where I'm at fitness-wise!). At 112 miles my watch hit 5:43. Damn, if this were a normal distance course I would have demolished my goal. I cruised into transition after 116 miles, 5 hours and 57 minutes later. My favorite part of the day was just about to go down.

T2 - 3:05

The bike handlers met me at the line as I dismounted so I did absolutely no running with my bike. Within the first few steps I noticed my quads were a bit tight. Take your time and shake them out. You have a marathon to run. No time for that right now. I grabbed my run gear bag and found the first seat in transition and the volunteers practically did all the work for me. I ripped my bike shoes off while one girl buckled my run belt for me and other other one opened my post-ride applesauce for me slurp down. I was shocked at how attentive they were. For the past year, Ironman has given their athletes wristbands at check-in that we are supposed to hand to a volunteer at some point in the weekend as a thank you for their support. It's a small gesture but can mean a great deal to some. I have always forgotten and usually find the wristband tucked away in my luggage when I get home. This time, I decided I was going to give it a volunteer at some point so I wore it all weekend and hoped that would remind to give it away when the time felt right. If ever there was a time, this was it. I ripped off that band and handed it to the high school age girl and thanked her for dressing me as I ran out. You would have thought I just gave her $100, she was SO excited. THANK YOU SO MUCH! RUN FAST MAM! she yelled as I took off for the run course.

RUN

Every step I took my quads grew more and more tight. Oh shit, this isn't good. Nice and easy, take it slow. They felt like rubber bands, the tension on them growing tighter and tighter with every step I took. Within the first few steps out of transition I saw my cousins Michael and Carrie. I wanted to flash them a smile like I did 2 weeks ago, but this was a whole different ball game.

"Hey guys, don't ask how I'm feeling. Peace."
I knew I was about to see a few other faces so I needed to put on my poker face, STAT. We hit the waterway and right away I spotted Rob just up the sidewalk a ways. When I got close enough I could see he was holding up 4 fingers. What the hell does that mean? And then I heard the update I've been waiting my entire racing career for:

"Honey you're sitting in 4th place right now! 4th off the bike! You have a 3 minute lead on 5th place!" 
I always tell Rob to update me on my status just because I like to know where I'm at, never because I expect to be in contention to podium, or even better, punch my ticket to Kona. {PSA: top 5 is considered podium in Ironman events, not top 3.} I was in absolute shock and disbelief. I didn't have any response for him. I couldn't formulate words, partially because I felt like my quads were going to snap any second and also because I couldn't believe I where I stood. Right after I passed Rob, I saw Ryan practically scaling the fence to let me know I was in 4th place. 4th in your age group! TRY AND RUN THEM DOWN! Once again, I had no response. I didn't know what to say. I shook my head and kept truckin' on. If there was anything I didn't want to happen, I surely didn't want to disappoint Ryan with my performance. 


Combination of my Poker Face + absolute shock 
The first significant hill hit and I was handed my first test. My quads failed miserably. I was in complete agony. I hobbled to the nearest tree and stopped to rub out my legs and do the awkward one legged quad stretch. I knew I had to do something, and if this didn't work, I didn't know what I was going to do. I took off and felt a little better but after a quarter mile rubber band was back and I was wincing in pain. I found a guard rail on the side of the road and by mile 2 I had officially stopped to work out my quad cramps twice. This stop was longer than I wanted it to be. But if I wanted to finish this race, I knew I had to take the time now. Suddenly this race turned into a survival mode.

I took off again and my legs started to work. Slowly, but they worked. At least there was no pain this time around. The sun had been out to play all day long, but I never truly noticed it. I stayed as wet as I could on the bike and continued the trend on the run. Aide stations hit and I treated myself to an icebath every single time. Ice in the sports bra, water in my face, and a sponge on the back of my neck. Just before mile 4 hit, I officially got passed by a female in my age group. I knew it was inevitable knowing how I felt. But when she passed me like I was standing still, it stung like you wouldn't believe. Shortly after that I found Mark and made the pass, as slow as it may have been. Well, it's about time! he said. Shut up I've had a rough run, and besides you have 30 sponges stuffed in your kit, you look like the marshmallow man. I said. Yea well it's only like 2 million degrees out right now! GO run 'em down! he said. {actual conversation between Mark and I on the run course}

I remember passing this photographer and telling him to delete my photos
It wasn't until about mile 7 that I saw Rob again since he delivered the news. At this point, he had no idea how I was feeling. All he knew was that I was slowing down based on my splits. When I opened my mouth for the first time that day and gave him a brief run down of the beginning of my run, his jaw hung low. Wow, don't hurt yourself. Be smart, please. Rob knows I know my body. But he also knows where I so dearly want to end up. For the first time ever, I think he was worried that I'd take it a bit too far.

I said goodbye to Rob and found Ryan on the Veteran's bridge. He was cruisin' around on this little Divvy bike. I practically broke down in front of him and told him how I was feeling. I was so worried he'd be so disappointed in me. It's ok, this heat is out for blood today. Everyone is off the bike and doing well. Keep up this pace, a lot can happen, it's still very early. He was so right. I needed to clear my headspace and take it one mile at a time. But as soon as I said goodbye to Ryan, I hit Barton hill. And all the hills that follow. 2 weeks ago, I dominated these hills and ran them so well. Today, I barely trudged up them. Every step was agony and I felt like I could possibly crawl up the hill faster.

Fast forward to the end of the loop 1 and I hit the Pedestrian bridge. I spotted Rob standing in the middle of the bridge with the camera. I waved my hands across my neck so he knew I did NOT want photos of this moment. He put the camera down and jogged next to me when I got closer. I even had to tell him to slow it down, my legs were having a serious moment. I was officially halfway and he told me that Kati was less than a mile behind me. She'll surely make the pass soon.

I tried to get Rob to come closer to me so he'd be in the picture, but you can see him in the corner!
The most important thing you need to know about the 2nd loop is that it was more of the same. My quads continued to go through spurts of spasming and working normally. I cursed my way up the hills. And down the hills. Just about mile 20, Rob made another appearance, this time he stood at the top of the Red Bull hill tapping his foot with a smirk on his face. This is not funny, what the hell are you laughing at? I demanded out of him. Kati, she's right behind you! I turned around and there she was, that little spitfire. I couldn't have been happier. I was officially out of any contention of a podium spot (considering I had been limping for about 10 miles), so I stopped to wait for her at the top. And in all honesty, if I couldn't make the podium, I'd gladly hand over my spot to her knowing how I felt in that moment.{Background info, Kati and I are in the same age group. The second she passed me, she bumped me one spot farther away from the podium.}

I practically had to drag this girl in the water, and now look at her..

I mean, seriously? so.much.emotion.
Kati and I took off and walked through the following aide station and then picked up the pace a bit again. We hit the Veteran's Bridge and Kati's friends from home were waiting for us on their Divvy bikes. They rode the bridge with us and offered a nice distraction. I offered one of them a great deal of money to give me his bike, he thought it was hilarious. Dude I'm serious right now, don't mess. 

So sad the pain in my face ruined this picture
Later that night, I learned that Mark and his college friend Nathan/Jeffrey ran side by side on this exact bridge. And Ryan caught the most amazing picture of them:

Showin' off that chest hair for #ironbae
Shortly after this moment, I said goodbye to Kati and made her promise to wait for me at the finish line. The last 6 miles were rough, brutal to say the least. The hills attacked with a vengeance. My run could barely be considered a run, but it's all I had in me. I can definitely say I left it all out on that course. My 4:58 marathon might be one of my worst to date, but it damn near broke me that day. My 11th place finish wasn't what I'd hoped for, but what else can you ask for when you lay it all out on the line? 

The final miles, climbing up and down Barton Hill
I reached the split and headed to the finish line. I was fearful that my legs wouldn't be able to support me as I ran down the final hill towards the red carpet. 11 hours and 57 minutes later, my day was done. 

If you look closely, you can see my mom & dad on the fence 💖

This one hurt, just a bit
I found Rob, my parents, and cousins.We cheered everyone in, Jeffrey, Mark, and Trina all within 10 minutes of each other. We closed out the night and welcome Lauren to the finish line for the first time ever, and I was beyond thrilled for this. This girl has some serious guts, and she proved herself that day. The group hung out, munched on free athlete pizza, and took a group shot together.

Missing: Nathan/Jeffrey who was off getting a massage
Toldja it's impossible to have the whole group together 

Mom might kill me for these...

...but I don't care

Because the older I get, the more rare it is...
...to have my core unit in one place at one time.
The next day, the group attended the Ironman breakfast for the awards ceremony. RyBread Racing took home first place in Division 5 for Tri-Clubs (5th division = 25 members or less. We're a little crew!) The 2nd overall win for RyBread Racing was a great feeling. Ryan has put a lot of time and effort in all of us, and it felt awesome to be able to reward him with another team win. 

W for team RyBread!

Matt's first Ironman and he took home 5th place!
#iwearmywetsuitbackwards


He tried to sneak out before a picture all weekend, but I won 😘
After awards, Rob headed out. I said my goodbyes and told him we were shortly behind him. Everyone scattered during the 30 minute break between awards and Kona slots. I found myself sitting at the table with Kati, reminiscing about the day. It didn't take long for the water works to start. I couldn't have been happier for her and our team, but I was so utterly disappointed in myself. Knowing that all I had to do was run a 10 minute mile off the bike and that would have landed me a podium spot, it stung pretty bad. I've done it many times in an Ironman. But when it mattered most, I couldn't get the job done. Soon, Ryan snuck up to the table and interrupted the tears (his favorite). He completely understood how I could be angry with myself, but reminded me that it was time to look forward. 

I can already promise you that next year is going to look a lot different. Goals are going to be extremely specific and if you think I'm a type A personality now, just you wait. Yea, I'm 30 years old and could go on living life and doing so many other things I'd like to do. But this is what I thrive on. This is what makes my blood boil and gets me out of bed at 4am everyday. I can't imagine life without my running shoes, or even my bike and swim cap.

At the end of the day, I'm extremely sad to say goodbye to September and the wonderful town of Chattanooga, TN. I'll tell these stories for years to come. I'll cherish these memories for a lifetime. I can easily say that I always leave a piece of my heart wherever I race. And this summer, Chattanooga took a solid chunk. 

Absolutely stunning
And if you think the fun ended there, you're sadly mistaken. Just know that when your car breaks down in the middle of a DRY AMISH town in the middle of Kentucky at 4:30pm on a Monday, you WILL NOT get into a mechanic shop until the next morning because the sidewalks roll up promptly at 5pm. So yeah, Mark, Ryan and I spent another night away from home because the universe was convinced we needed another 24 hours together. 

I can't make this stuff up. 
And with that, I give you the close of the 2017 Tri season. Until next year. Cheers 🍺