The Sticky Bun Come Soon!


Early Spring….

It’s cold….no wait, it’s hot…

It’s definitely humid and doesn’t really matter if the cause is the pending blizzard or just the torrential rain…

It’s painful….

Just because there’s no predicting the day-to-day form of precipitation, there’s always the trusty fact that the wind will be blowing in a N-S-E-W direction at no less than 30mph.

Some days, I feel a little like this guy…

The brutality of spring….

We all face it each year…

The crappy weather, being forced indoors, the monotony of training without racing…

We also all survive to April’s warmth, outdoor swimming, and those first race reports trickling through the Twitter feed….

It’s right around the corner folks…

Just hang on, we’re almost there! ūüėČ

When you think you just can not possibly take another sub-zero icy run or another 8 miles against the wind that’s blowing the stop signs into lethal weapons…

When jumping into that frigid water at 5am ¬†just might send you over the edge or the thought of 3+ ¬†hours on the trainer makes you pray for saddle sores so you have a legitimate excuse to bail….

Think of this and remember…

The Sticky Bun…err, the racing…come soon!

And as always….

Train Happy, My Friends!


This Ain’t The Way To Have Fun


For the past 2 weeks the wind has been blowing like a son-of-a bitch.

Take that wind and add a new carbon bike with an extremely aggressive aero position, then throw in 1 slightly ill cyclist….

Well, you may very well have found the perfect storm.

At the very least, if you were on the Mississippi Coast last Sunday, you may have witnessed a nervous breakdown on the side of the road.

I was cooked…done…

My give a shitter, had given out.

By 40 miles I was almost reduced to tears. It took every ounce of mental perseverance to not call my husband to come and retrieve me, load up the bike, and drive my ass home.

My chest hurt, there was a steady 15-20 mph headwind, and the gusts were stronger. When I would change directions, the crosswind became so brutal, simply controlling the bike was a feat in and of itself.

I was angry. No I was downright MAD….


The sad part is, I knew better.

I know, and I knew then, how pointless this is and that I was doing nothing but wasting valuable energy. But I just couldn’t get my head straight.

I finished the 2.5hr ride discouraged, deflated, and downright depressed.

Galveston is going be windy. The conditions are almost identical to what we have here on the Mississippi coast. It’s one of the reasons I elected to do it.

Doubt, however; has now arrived at the party. I guess it was inevitable.

Cycling is my strongest discipline. I depend on having a great ride to set up the run because, for me, running is ALWAYS hard. It doesn’t matter if it’s a 5k at the end of a sprint or 13.1 at the end of the half-ironman. Each and every mile, once I leave T2, are a battle.

I was warned about Galveston and the winds, but elected to take em’ on as opposed to fighting the heat and humidity later in the season.

I’m now wondering if I should’ve¬†heeded the advice of others….

25 days and counting…

Ride Happy, My Friends!

Doing The Du


Last Saturday morning was the 1st, in a series of 3 summer duathlons in the area. They span from late April to late July and I decided this would be a good one to tackle before the heat and humidity made a trip to the medic tent inevitable.

AquaDoc agreed to race even though there was no water involved.¬†I have no idea¬†WHY the man hates to¬†run because he’s damn fast. He’s now 6 weeks post op (meniscus removal). Despite the limited running he’s¬†done (3 miles¬†maybe once)¬†he put up an average pace of¬†7:45 for the hilly 5k portion. The man will be lethal once he gets healthy. I hate him. ūüôā

To backtrack a bit….

The race¬†was out in the sticks, BFE…no man’s land. It’s a somewhat hilly course on old country roads. It’s also not a sanctioned event.¬†It’s put on by the local running club so transition is somewhat jacked. This was our 1st time¬†participating so we had not clue we needed to be a bit more self-sufficient. I didn’t really effect the race, but it made transition a bit tricky.

We started the 5k loop going down a delightful hill. My pace was brisk and I felt awesome until some jackass next to me reminded us we would have to run UP that same hill at the end. Gee thanks for the reminder!

Mother nature was kind so the weather was on the cooler side and the course was shady. This all helped keep¬†my body temperature in check as much as possible. I was running at about an¬†8:30/mi pace and was still at the rear of the pack. This was another lesson in pacing myself and racing MY own race. I know I’m stronger on the bike and I would catch¬†up if I¬†could¬†stay at mid¬†to high 8’s and not slip too far back.¬†

So¬†that’s what I did. And that hill that we all flew down to start…..well, it was a bitch to climb up at the end. I looked down and charged up and passed the clock in 27 minutes and change. I was pleased with the body of work as my¬†5k PR is 26:32¬†and that was on a flat, out and back¬†course.

The hard part was done. Now it was time for the fun!

I was riding solo, ie.. no bike¬†computer. It’s been broken for a few weeks and I’ve been debating¬†a replacement.¬†I was riding with my¬†garmin running watch. It gives me min/mi splits and I can extrapolate the data a bit in my head as I go. I knew 3:15 min/miles or less would be great. If I could hit 3:00’s or below I would be really rocking it. But I was going to have to just peddle my ass off, make up as much time as possible,¬†and see how things turned out. AquaDoc had a 2-3 minute lead and I knew if I could catch him, I would have caught the bulk of the women who were running in the mid 7’s.

Did I mention it was a bit windy? 15-25 mph sustained headwinds with stronger gusts. If it wasn’t a headwind, it was a crosswind. When they blew, it took every bit of skill I had to maintain my course and sometimes I flat-out didn’t.

This was my 1st race with the aero bars¬†and I rode them the entire way. I felt like I was moving fast and making up time. My garmin¬†was chirping every time a clicked off another mile and I’d check my watch for¬†the pace: 3:05, 3:15, 2:45 (OMG), 3:20, 2:33(holy crap!)…and so it went. and I repassed 2 later on. I was doing a fairly good job of catching those speedy runners whose legs were just too tired to fight the hills and the wind.

I passed Aquadoc¬†with about 5 miles to go and at that point,¬†I¬†figured I’d probably¬†caught up with¬†most of the 7 minute milers. I had made up 90 secs and had 5 miles to do the rest. There was just 1 problem…..

As we made the final right turn out onto Hwy 67 (4 lanes of traffic that had not been detoured thank you) we hit a hill and head winds that were blowing close to 30 mph! I looked up and swore people were walking their bikes.  Later I figured it was just the oxygen deprivation to my brain playing tricks on my eyes. It was insane! I just kept reminding myself that everyone else was battling the same conditions.

I shifted to a higher gear and figured since¬†I only had 2 miles to go I could burn my legs out at this point, I just wanted the hell off this road. I saw a¬† few women that looked like they may be about my age (always thinking ūüėČ ) so I just hammered on, passed them and finally crossed the finish line. I ended with an average pace of 20.6 mph.

Woolmarket Duathlon (5k run, jacked up transition area, 11 mile bike) : 1:04:57

Good enough for 2nd in the 35-39 age group.

78/168 total and 12/45 overall females.

Not a bad way to spend a Saturday morning.

There is a definite advantage to getting older.

And living in a small, rural community.

I’ll take it any day¬†and love every single¬†minute!


Ride Happy, My Friends!