Showing posts with label Ironman Texas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ironman Texas. 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🍾

Thursday, May 18, 2017

All Aboard the Choo-Choo Train

Before I ever decided to head back to Texas for IMTX Round 2, or before Mark and I decided to head to Chattanooga with Lauren and Matt for IMCHOO 2017 this coming September, the 70.3 Half Ironman in Chattanooga was calling my name. I was pretty indecisive back in November having just finished a marathon after a jam packed summer of back to back Ironmans in Texas and Lake Placid, out of town weddings in the amazing Steamboat Springs, Colorado, and any Cubs game I could squeeze in during a truly epic season. I pretty much wanted someone to make my decision for me. I wasn't sure what I wanted my 2017 racing season to look like and at one point I even considered focusing on just the Half Ironman distance this summer (we all know how that decision played out). But I couldn't stop going back to the Half Ironman in Chattanooga, Tennessee the third weekend in May.

Because all Ironman's should be sponsored by bakeries


You guessed it. My bags are packed and tomorrow morning Rob and I are hitting the road for Chattanooga. In the last 4 weeks, my legs have went from completely trashed after Ironman Texas... To finally getting my run legs back just 8 short days ago. On Sunday I went out for a 50 mile ride and you would have thought Texas didn't just happen 3 weeks ago, that's how fresh my body felt. And only 10 days after Texas I met up with Speedy for a swim and he decided to give me a pop quiz at the end of our session: 100 yards all out. Would you believe me if I told you I set a new 100 yard PR that day? It's a short turn around, I know. But after years of practice and knowledge gained, my body has started to recover like I never expected it to. And I believe that right now, now is the best time for me to race.

And I'd be lying if I said that I was most excited to race this weekend. Don't get me wrong, because I am excited to race. But this weekend I get to spend 4 entire days with Rob. Our schedules are literally opposite at the moment with him working 12 hours night shifts 5-7 nights a week. Last week I saw him for a whopping 2 hours at dinner on Saturday night before he had to run into work for the night. As I'm waking up for my day, I know he's a few hours away from heading to bed so we manage a brief conversation. And when he wakes up sometime in the afternoon, we manage a mini conversation over his afternoon coffee. And as I head to bed, I wait for him to have a spare second to call and wish me goodnight. It's not ideal, but we make it work. So the fact that I'm about to spend 4 days with him makes me as excited as a freshman girl heading to Prom with an older boy. And yes, this is technically a "Race-cation" so not truly a vacation. But if you ask Rob, he gets pretty into this stuff too.

Baseball hat. Backpack. Camera. My Spectathlete 💓💓

Anxiously awaiting my arrival 😍

Did I mention he sometimes wears his work clothes so I can spot him?
Ironman Maryland - by far both our favorite race experiences
And while we're down in Chattanooga, we get to reunite with my college roommate and her husband who currently live in Knoxville. The 2 of them actually went to high school together and I befriended them both during my days in Champaign, IL. Beth refused to think running was fun for the longest time. Since she was an equestrian to the core, she never laced up her shoes for the longest time, but she'd never miss me or any of our friends at a race.

Quad Cities Marathon 2010
Beth and Rob may have jumped over trains to find us that day!

She's followed me all over the country. She joined me in Disney World when I ran the Walt Disney World Marathon in 2011. She made the trek from Knoxville, TN to Madison, WI for my first Ironman in 2014. And once she started to believe that running really was a little fun, we started racing TOGETHER.


Crossing the finish line in Nashville on Broadway!
Nashville Half Marathon 2013
The next day, I was able to pace Beth to her first sub 2 hour half marathon!
Knoxville Half Marathon 2014
And her husband Jordan used to race with us too! Back in the day our college crew would head over to the Quad Cities Marathon every year and crash at Jordan's lovely college home. One year, he even decided to lace up his shoes and run with us!

That tall guy in the middle wearing PJ pants, that's the famous JConerty 
And in the same breath, he used to make the drive to Champaign and join us for the Illinois Marathon weekend year after year. The inaugural year of the Illinois Marathon, the boys and I decided to run as a relay team.

Why yes, we were, "The 3 Cocksmen and a Pretty Cool Chick"
Brian doesn't count, he ran the full marathon 
So it's safe to say, I'm heading down memory lane this weekend and ready for some fun and some laughs. I'm ready to see some pretty gorgeous countryside. And it's gonna be a hot one. But I'd rather it that way. The hotter the better 😉 Because after being chilled on the run course in Texas, I'll take the 90+ degree day if it means I can go fast!

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Ironman Texas Round 2: 2017 Version

I can sit here and tell you that Ironman Texas was a bust. I can go on and on about how my body fell apart and make excuses for my performance. I had some serious expectations and hopes going into this race. But at the end of the day, you can only pray that what you've done is enough. And that your body will respond to the elements in your favor. This particular race day, just wasn't my day. But the truth of the matter is, this sport is unlike any other and will humble you almost every single time. And I crossed the finish line for the 5th time, healthy and grateful. That my friends, is far from a bust.

Because this moment isn't guaranteed at the starting line of every single race


THURSDAY

Let's back up. I woke up in The Woodlands on Thursday morning groggy but full of energy. {If there is such a thing.} Sleep is not generally my friend during race week, especially in a place that is not home. So I'm usually running on adrenaline and coffee pre-race. Ryan and I made our way to the All World Athlete breakfast {because free breakfast and unlimited coffee, duh} and jumped right into the buffet line immediately. I was still half asleep, letting my coffee and eggs work their magic to wake me up. By the time we left and made it to check-in, I had some serious electricity flowing in my veins and I was ready to get this party started. I flew through the check-in line and made my way around the expo while Ryan stopped to talk to everyone and their mother (even though he still insists he's NOT a celebrity).

Fact: I'm checked in!
Another fact: I need work on my surprised picture look

We're nothing without our better halves. And we know it.
The sun was heating up and it was time to head over to find Nate and Trina! Our bikes were ready to be re-assembled and tested out on Texas ground. After the group thought it would be funny to play with my emotions and make me believe that my brand new Ice Friction chain was left in Chicago (ya know, just a vital piece of the bike that would be necessary for race day, or any sort of riding in general) Trina and I made our way out onto the roads while Nate and Ryan hung back to let their bodies soak up some RnR. After a short little run to shake out the legs, the 4 of us headed out to a late lunch/early dinner so we could all cash in early for the night and get some good rest.

Moments later, we turned Nate and Trina's hotel room into a makeshift bike shop

I didn't spend 18 hours in a car with Nate, Trina, and Ryan
so they made sure to make me pay in other, unflattering ways
Last year, Jacqui, Ryan, Rob and myself were able to stay with a high school friend of mine and Jacqui. Unfortunately, this year Aimee and her husband Rob were planning on being out of the town for the race and in the same breath, their house was in the middle of being re-modeled. So when it came time to find Plan B Housing, Aimee had a list of friends that were more than ready to open up their homes to us for race week. So Ryan and I headed back to our empty house {did I mention that the owners had to be out of town at the last minute and insisted we still stay there? Amazing, I know} went out separate ways, and crashed pretty early.

FRIDAY

Friday morning arrived and I felt SO much more rested. I finally got some solid shut eye and was ready to take on the day. I was also beyond excited because Rob was moments away from joining in on the fun. His flight landed at 8am {yep, he took a 5am flight out of ORD. That's what we call L-O-V-E} and he was that much closer to being Woodlands bound. Ryan and I took off to meet Nate, Trina, and fellow McHenry County Native, Andrew at the practice swim at Lake Woodlands. It was a warm swim. In fact, it was so warm that today was the first day on record that a wetsuit wouldn't have been allowed on race morning. But, I practiced in my wetsuit in hopes it was going to be good ju-ju for race day. We all know I need all the good luck speed I can get.. There was very little chit-chat post swim because there was a lot to be done today. Rob was waiting for us at the house and Ryan and I still had a bike and a run to get in before we checked in all of our gear!

Rob was sitting in the driveway as we pulled in, wide-eyed and bushy tailed. {Not really, he had just worked an overnight shift and hopped on a 5am flight, so I think he was OK with Ryan and I taking off on our bikes for a short spin around town so he could snooze on the couch for a short while.} I hugged and kissed him hello and goodbye all in the same swoop so we could get this show on the road.

Ryan and I hopped on our bikes for one last shakeout spin. Thankfully, I had Ryan with me. The entire trip I appointed him as the navigator, whether we were in the car or on our bikes. He told me where to go. Every. Single. Time. And he hated it {I could tell.} But this particular time was appreciated as he knew exactly where to take us to ride the same pre-race route we rode last year that had a perfect long stretch with no traffic so we could really open up our legs. On the way home, we took that right had turn onto Sawdust Road and my stomach dropped. Less than a half a mile up the road is where Jacqui flipped over her handle bars last year and fractured her hip. I wonder if Ryan knows this is the same spot? Silly question. Less than 90 seconds later we approached the banked curve where I saw Jacqui lie motionless the year prior and I made sure to be aware of my surroundings. No twigs, branches, or road debris in my way. I looked up and saw Ryan sitting up on his bike, head on a swivel looking back at me. We were on the same page, Friend and Coach Speedy G was lookin' out for me. Stepping off my bike gave me a sigh of relief and excitement. Now it's time to run! And run I did. And it felt great. I had sweat dripping from all my crevasses considering it was 90+ degrees. But I was 100% ok with it because race day was supposed to be a high of 75. #winning

I think that's all I need?
After our workouts were done for the day and we had our bags packed and ready to go, we squeezed 2 bikes, 3 people, and all of our Ironman gear in my little Mitsubishi Lancer rental car. Don't ask me how, just know that it happened. Rob, Ryan, and I met Nate and Trina at bike and gear check. It didn't take long to drop off our stuff and for me to lose my car keys and run around transition frantically trying to find them. And when they weren't anywhere near my bike I really started to panic. Thankfully the nice volunteer man in a cowboy hat was standing at the start of transition waiting for a frantic girl like myself. I barely had the words out of my mouth and he dangled the key in front of my face. "Relax mam, you has a race tomorrow. It'll be alright." Well, these Texans sure are relaxed down here. I thanked him and ran off to find Rob and the crew.


Matilda is race ready!
Can you see me?

We had some prime bag drop location
We weren't quite ready to head back to the house yet, so the 5 of us headed over to the expo to mosey around a bit longer. Trina stopped to get her hair braided for race day while Rob and I snagged as many free samples as possible. {Because why not}. It wasn't long before we all split up to go our separate ways so we could sit back with our feet up before dinner. Rob, Ryan and I made our way back to the house with no real plans for dinner. Nate and Trina were planning on eating with Nate's parents, so the 3 of us asked fellow McHenry County Native, Andrew, to join us for dinner at the same place we went last  year. I called and made a reservation for 4 (because when you're the only girl with 3 boys, someone's gotta be pro-active) at 6pm.

The 3 of us walked into the restaurant and Andrew had already grabbed our table. As I walked up to the table I noticed that the table was set for 6 people, not 4.

"Andrew, this can't be our table. I asked for a reservation for 4!"

"This is what they gave me! And they said it was supposed to be for 6!"

I was convinced that the high school girls seating people had just given me someone else's table. I felt bad for a split second and then I was over it. Before I had completely sat down I glanced to the left hand corner of the bar area and reminisced about how exactly a year ago, my dad and Jess were hiding in that corner to surprise Jacqui for her 30th birthday. I had a small smile on my face when Rob snapped me out of my funk: "Where is the bathroom in this place again?" I told him it was in the back corner, just about the same direction I had been gazing off into space. About that same time, I saw 2 familiar faces around the corner. My dad. And my Uncle (the same uncle that was at my first Ironman in Madison, WI and who had recently drove out to Lake Placid, NY last summer). I'd like to say I knew this was going to happen but the shrill scream I let out proved otherwise. I was in absolute awe, my dad and uncle drove to Houston to watch me race and they kept it a secret from me for MONTHS. And apparently, their road trip started before I even boarded my flight on Wednesday evening. If you know me, you know how HARD this is to do. I immediately began to ugly cry right in the middle of the restaurant because I was in such disbelief. I know my hobby isn't the norm, and to ask anyone to come and support me on these trips is a lot. Even if it is my parents. But my father was right here in front of me with my Uncle (half of my Omaha Cheerleading Squad!) and Mark was at home caring for mom. How does a girl like me get so lucky?

I had a hard time coming down to Earth after this moment

The whole group!
I'd be lying if I said I slept easy that night. I was on the verge of choking up most of the night. Lounging after dinner with Rob and Ryan, I was 100% unfocused on the movie while I sat with the biggest smile on my face. I had some serious adrenaline in my veins and my emotions were currently through the roof. Tomorrow was going to be one hell of a day. And I'll be damned if it wasn't.

SATURDAY RACE DAY!

I'm happy to report that the pre-race portion of this story is very uneventful and that everyone was able to wake up on time this year and no one made the others late for the start of the race. Even the drive TO the race was uneventful and no one forgot their swim gear! If you're confused about this, you can check out last years debacle.

Once again my favorite Spectathlete swoops in for the win on race morning with his abilities to usher us around from transition to drop off last minute nutrition and prep our bikes to dropping us off at the race start. And he still had time to park the car and make it back to us with plenty of time to spare. This guy, I'm hangin' on to him tight. Seconds after the pro's gun went off, I leaned in for my final kiss from Rob and took off with Ryan and Andrew for the start. The only problem: I had to leave my wetsuit with Rob as the water was a balmy 78.8 degrees this year.

Swim

Last year the swim course was changed at the last minute due to unsanitary conditions in the canal portion of the swim (the last three quarters of a mile). This year, the canal was given the green light and the original course was kept. I took off into the water and fought for position for a few minutes. But it didn't take long, soon I was swimming alone. And I was a little shocked to be honest. There were very few moments when I had an elbow in my back or someone tugging at my feet. I had moments where I approached a heard of swimmers a broke the pack and lifted my ego quite nicely. But there were also a few times I was swallowed by a massive heard of swimmers and was forced to let them pass me in order to stay afloat. All in all, I was feeling strong, even without my wetsuit. On the backstretch before the canal portion is where I spent the most time alone. I was sure to stay focused and relaxed, making sure my elbows were high and my hips rotated. My mind wandered for a little while and soon my thoughts went back to dinner the night before. And I couldn't help but smile in the water. I still can't believe Jack and JB are in Texas. This is fuckin' awesome. I turned down the canal portion of the swim and was prepared for the water get choppy bouncing off the wall (and crowded with athletes). Thankfully the canal was never to congested at all and the chop was never out of control. It didn't take long for me to hear the crowd and the loud speaker, Mike Reilly. With less than 500 meters go, I put my kick into high gear to warm up my legs for the next part of my day when all of sudden I took a foot to the face, HARD. My goggles were completely lopsided on my face and I was forced to stop and re-position them. My face was a little numb too. I've never taken a punch to the face, but I imagine it feels a little like getting kicked in the face during the swim portion of a triathlon. I approached the final turn and could sense the crowd's excitement. I was able to swim all the way to the steps when all of a sudden I was pulled out of the water. Two volunteers grabbed me from my under arms and yanked me out of the water and onto the steps. Ok then, I guess the swim is over. I glanced at my watch. 1:18. YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME. OK, keep your head on straight, this is a long day. It's time to hammer down.


Thank goodness my nose isn't bleeding

Bike

I was in and out of transition as fast I could. I'm not good at T1 {please refer to Leon's Triathlon last June} so considering I left transition in 5 minutes and my bike was in 1 piece, I was happy. I hopped on my bike and immediately noticed that my watch didn't look right. Damn it, you stopped it getting out of the water. Now you're not going to know your overall time all day. I restarted my watch, started my bike garmin that Speedy so graciously let me borrow for the day and I was off. The early miles it took me a while to get comfortable. But that's common. And let's not forget, it's April and I've only ridden outside 3 times all year so far and I'm currently racing an Ironman. I'd be surprised if my tucked position on the road was comfortable right now. I might not have been comfortable but I was flying. My first 5 mile split was 15:01 and that was my slowest split for a long time, dipping into the 13 minute time frame at one point.


Don't drop your bike. Don't drop your bike.

Coming out of Transition!

This year's bike course hit the drawing board and was approved a LONG time ago after last years bike course issue. But honestly.. it wasn't anything to shake a stick at. Looking back, I'd rather make the 90+ turns like we did last year than ride on the Hardy Toll Road again. We hit the Hardy Toll Road at mile 20 and my watch had yet to hit 1 hour. Yea.. you read that right. I was moving and I was feeling pretty damn good. My nutrition was on point and not missing a beat. Well I'll be damned Megan, this could very well be your day. Keep your head down and stay focused. 

The miles ticked by and there really isn't anything to report. That's how boring this course was. Occasionally there was an overpass we had to climb and the descend {piece 'o cake considering my last IM was in Lake Placid, NY}. About mile 32 I spotted Ryan on the other side of the road, finishing up his his 1st lap (his mile 48). I yelled at my speedy friend and he turned his head but clearly had no idea who yelled at him. I made the turn around at mile 40 and immediately the headwinds hit me. But, they weren't as bad as I was expecting. My first 5 mile split into the headwind clocked in at 15:30. Keep this momentum going Megan, don't let it fade.

This had to of been between miles 1-50.
Anytime after that aero was not possible
By mile 50 things took a turn, and not for the good. I was cramping, BAD. The entire right half of my torso took a dive and immediately I was upright and doing everything I could to cure this pain. I used my hand to put pressure on the cramp. I slowed my pace and focused on breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth. I sipped on water only, not sure what anything else would do to my system. This was something I had never experienced before. I had never cramped on the bike before, EVER. Let alone on race day. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin my day, but this was unknown territory and I feared a wrong move. At mile 60 we hit the turn around and the tailwind came back into play. Ok, pick up for lost time and use the wind to your advantage. Yea, right. The second I tried to go aero I couldn't breath and I had a stabbing pain in my chest and torso.

I'd like to tell you that I was able to kick this pain sooner than later and my bike didn't suffer. But that would be a lie. I was able to pick up speed a tad with the tailwind. But once we hit mile 80 and it was time to turn around into the headwind again, I was in trouble. The headwinds had easily doubled in speed and the pain my side practically had my bent over on my bike. In the same breath, I was starting to get nauseous. The thought of taking in any nutrition made me want to vomit. I sipped on water and took bananas at aide stations. I feared bonking from lack of nutrition. Hell, I feared not finishing at this point. I passed up porta potty after porta potty. You can wait until transition, you don't need to stop. Except, I did need to stop. And soon. I remembered there was one last aide station coming up at mile 100. That one had my name on it. Just before the aide station you ride under a bridge. This bridge had Rob on top of it. I wish I could have given him a smile, but I was just in to much pain. I stopped and I spare you the details, just know that my GI tract was completely clear afterwards. From both ends. I grabbed my bike and actually felt like a new woman. I was ready to RIDE! To bad you didn't do that hours ago Megan, the ride is almost over.

I mean, could I look any worse?

I cruised into transition and hopped off my bike and my legs actually felt good. I was more than disappointed. My 5:59 bike split is in no way a reflection of what I'm capable of. But, the fact that I was about to start the run and not visiting the nearest medical tent was what kept my spirits up. It's time to have some fun, Megan.




In case you're interested in seeing my hotshot friends rock the bike while I felt like literal poop.

Run

I ran into Trina in T2 and she was in the middle of her complete head to toe outfit change. I yelled across the tent, "Trina, I finally puked and pooped! And now I feel SO GOOD!" Being a critical care nurse, she's heard worse and was so excited for me. I can't say the same about the volunteers in the tent though. They for sure weren't sure how to react. I was in and out in 3 minutes. Shoes and helmet off, run shoes on, gimme my belt and I hit the road. I said goodbye to Trina and was hoping that I could turn this day around doing what I was made to do, run.

I took off and made sure to keep my pace in check. I might have been feeling good at the moment, but it was a long day already and I still had a long way to go. The beginning mile on the waterway is full of excitement and crowds so of course it's easy to kill your legs in the first mile due to a serious adrenaline rush. I made my way through the Moxie crowd and had some seriously almost naked people in my face yelling and screaming at me telling me how awesome I was, just like last year. Just after that first mile on the waterway you loop around town.  I held a steady pace and was feeling absolutely amazing.

By far the best part of the day

However, I made sure to always walk the aide stations because the last thing I needed was to choke on my water and go from good to bad in a heartbeat. Right around mile 3.5, I was making my way through an aide station and all of a sudden I felt something very lightly touch the small of my back, and then, a faint whisper, "hi!" RYAN. I turned my head to the left and saw his face and instantly knew this was not good. I dropped my cup and chased after him. It didn't take long to catch him, he wasn't moving to fast (for Ryan). His face screamed pain but his stride still looked effortless. I asked him if he needed anything, what could I do! This was his 3rd lap, so he was right around mile 21, pain was inevitable at this point.

"I want to walk, " he said. Ummm ok, is he serious? He can't be. Ryan doesn't walk. "But I won't." Ah, right, that's the Ryan I know. So I did my best to distract him for as long as I could. We chatted about the bike and how terrible it was. He told me about his encounter with a few pros that were now eating his dust. And finally, he mentioned that he was no longer in the lead. Clay, he's about 5 minutes up there. I'm to far behind, I can't do it. I looked at him and couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was running stride for stride with the best athlete I knew, and one of the best people I knew, someone I've looked up to for years, and I was about to tell him to snap out of it. I was about to coach the coach. Ryan! Go get him! Don't let me slow you down, you never know what can happen! He assured me that his body wasn't going to let him and he hung with me for a little while longer.

Just before we entered the waterway Ryan started to pick up the pace ever so slightly. I made a mental note to let him go. He's 2 miles from the finish and you have a lot more to go. I said my goodbyes and said a small prayer that just maybe Clay had a porta potty issue like myself and Ryan could still win this thing.

I entered the waterway and the crowds were THICK. It was prime time hours for spectators on the run course and this was what I had been waiting for. Soon, I spotted Rob waving his arms frantically. I was SO excited to see a familiar face. I could see he was leaning in for a kiss, so I went in for it and and practically collided with him but we succeeded and the crowds roared and applauded our efforts! Jack and JB are just up the the way on the right! YESSSSSSS! I had a small flashback to dinner the night before and instantly I had grew a lump in my throat. They're here! They're really here! Soon enough I spotted them up on the side of the road and Dad's excitement made me want to cry. I wanted to say so many things to them, I had a whole day to fill them in on! But I had about 3 seconds to speak as I passed them, so I said, "Guess what! I almost pooped myself!" For the 2nd time that day, I heard a crowd of people laugh at me.

After seeing Rob, Dad, and Uncle JB, I was about to begin my 2nd loop. At the same time, my stomach started to take another turn for the worst. This time, I felt more nauseous than anything else. I passed one porta potty but not the 2nd. I learned my lesson. Unfortunately this wasn't the last time. I made another visit at mile 11. After that, I was a on strict "water and salt water only diet." Keeping anything in my system was proving to be more and more difficult as the day went on. The 2nd lap was entirely a blur as I was so focused on not puking all over. I hit the waterway for the 2nd time and started to get a 2nd wind, likely from the crowds energy. God I hope I don't flop again on the 3rd lap. I saw Rob again and was ready for colliding kiss round 2 if he was gonna go for it, but he didn't. Ok, probably for the best so I don't end up knocking myself out. Dad and Uncle JB were just up the canal after Rob and once again they were all smiles.

OK - not as happy this time around
The third lap was about survival and making sure my stomach wouldn't turn on me for a third time that day. I kept my nutrition light. Water and occasional salt water (my hand held was a serious salt water concentration, so I added a squirt to the water cups at aide stations to dilute it). If they aide stations had watermelon I could stomach that as well. But that was about it. I made some friends on that third lap. One particular guy was playing cat and mouse with me all day long. Our names were printed on our bibs and he commented to me. "How come everyone always cheers for you but not for me?" I took one look at him and at mile 22 of this marathon my filter was 100% gone and I said, "It's because I'm prettier than you." I got a good chuckle out of him (thankfully) and with that I took off. I was ready to finish this thing off.

Hitting the waterway for the 3rd time I knew not to expect Rob with Dad and Uncle JB. They had camp set up on the finish line. I wish I could remember thoughts during those final miles of an Ironman. It's always a blur. There's some intense internal fighting going on. You can walk a little bit. DONT YOU DARE. Come on, your body has managed 138 miles already today. FUCK OFF AND DONT SLOW DOWN. And then of course there's the emotion. This day in no way reflected my abilities as an athlete after the winter of work I had put in. But damn, what a day it was. How in the hell did I manage to overcome something that would have broken me one short year ago? That, that's what I gained this winter. A little more grit. Some guts. And some serious gumption. (Along with some speed that we'll hopefully see in the next race.)

I rounded that final corner and the first familiar face I saw was Ryan, all smiles and cheering for me like I was winning the race {spoiler alert, I didn't win}. And as I approached the finish shoot and hit that red carpet, I was overcome with sense of joy I only feel on that Ironman finish line. With a run time of 4 hours and 35 minutes, I fell short of overall goal by exactly 1 hour. But you'd have a hard time getting that smile off my face.


I have a hard time controlling my emotions at this point

...not smiling is not an option..

What.A.Day.

This race was by far the most challenging. My mental game was tested like no other. I had convinced myself with 40 mile to go on the bike that I wasn't going to to be finishing this race. But just like Ironman says, Anything is Possible. {And in case anyone is interested, I wasn't the only one with intestinal issues that day, and we're almost positive that swimming in that dirty canal was the culprit. I just happened to be the lucky one with a super sensitive gut.}

Post Race with my crew

#5 with my #1 ;)

Go Cubs Go!

Chattanooga is calling this guys name..
What's that you say, Chattanooga!? Oops, I guess the cat's out of the bag. Ironman number 6 is set to take place in Chattanooga, Tennessee in September with a good chunk of our original LP Party. We can't help ourselves really. Chattanooga will consist of myself, Mark, Lauren, her boyfriend Matt (remember how we tried to hard to convince him to do this too!? Well, we SUCCEEDED!), Jess (YEP! Jess is tackling Ironman number 1!!), as well as Nate and Trina. Along with any spectators we drag with us. It'll be a great party for sure and I'm already looked forward to the stories I can tell after that trip. {hopefully no plumbing issue stories like Lake Placid}

The next 24 hours was spent celebrating another finish with as much food as possible. We started with pizza and beer that night a mere stones throw from the finish line...

Beers & {root} Beers!

And then moved on to fancy coffee drinks (that same night) because our bodies just couldn't stay awake long enough to get us home...

Yep, G for Grimaldi's!

And the next day we started with a breakfast fit for kings...

2 people + 3 plates = Jacqui help me with this math!

He refused to wait until my order came so his is half eaten already

And later in the day, we had ice cream for lunch. (Not pictured because ice cream in Texas doesn't last.) Rob caught the early flight home the next day, so he couldn't share in our breakfast and lunch. But it's ok, we ate enough for him too. 

So there ya go, there's Texas 2017. Quite the opener for the year, huh? Don't get to comfortable though. The season is just starting and I'm ready to see what I'm really made of.