Teaching ... myself

Things were going well. I felt like I was coming along at a pace that would get me through ironman in a few months. Over the last few weeks I've done a 2 hour swim in a lake - and the wetsuit made it sooo wonderful. I hate the pool now. Just like Dave said. We've done some longer bike rides and runs and bricks and its all been pretty comfortable. Then Saturday Dave and I did Blood Sweat and Gears (the 50 - it was donated to us as a training ride because of Triabetes and the fact that it takes off from Valle Crucis School) - after that I planned on running 14 (a double cub). Well I rode well (for me) and was done with the rather hilly ride in 2:52 but was beginning to cramp up at the end. Well the run was miserable... I mean M I S E R A B L E. I was cramping all over and it was hot...for us. A 7 mile run that usually take me 1 hour (mostly uphill) took me an hour and a half. I found out later that 1) I need to drink more and 2) I need a whole lot more electrolytes. Gatorade/Vita

Its almost 11 and I just wolfed down a burrito and chips and some of Ashley's birthday cake...yum. I just wanted to update everyone on Dave (and me). Saturday we went on a 65 mile ride, monday we ran 14, tonight we rode 28 and then ran 10.8 ....and yesterday dave did a triathlon (and I think he did something sunday, too). We were running tonight and were amazed at how we felt - we were keeping a pretty consistent 8:30 mile for the entire time and it felt great. For the first time this thing is feeling doable. I'm sure that experienced people and triathletes will scoff as our amazement, but in the dark we went back and talked about where we started this thing. Dave has gotten so much faster. It was really ridiculous to jump into an ironman like we did, but dang it if we aren't heading toward dave's 1st phrase at the sign up - "I'm a type 1 diabetic and I'm doing the ironman". This project has given us so much and changed our perspectives so rad

Ok, so I finished school on Thursday - used 2 snow days that I had that I never had to use and we went to the beach on Saturday for a week. It was a really great opportunity - a friend of Kathy's just called her up and said that someone had cancelled from renting her place at the beach and would we all want to go? Well, yea! We took our cousin Morgan and she and Zoe had a blast. We did a lot of wave riding, coquina clam catching, mole crab hunting, sand castle building, did some kayaking to the pristine Waties Island, did some crabbing, eating, sleeping, etc. All good vacation stuff. I didn't take my bike and I was freaked out about swimming in the estuary (hello bull shark...or perhaps sand tiger) after Peter's close call - so that left running. The first day I ran 8 in the middle of the day. After that close call with death, I ran earlier or later. I did a few 12's and some shorter runs - all in all it was good. Except for the 7 miles I ran one night. I didn't pre

OK - I'm at the beach and the air is thick with oxygen - but it is also full of water and a remarkable amount of heat. I went for an 8 mile run yesterday at 1pm.... without eating. I was 200 and figured it would be a good time to sweat it out. Wow. Miserable. 200 didn't last long (my Lantus peaks midday - I know that, what was I thinking?) and coupled with 90 degree 90% humidity... I kind of missed the low until I was Dave. So I just ate and suffered, ate and suffered. Oh, and walked. Sheesh. So this morning my legs still felt yuck and I was going to put off the run. Then Michelle sends an email saying that she went for 75mi ride yesterday and that Anne texted her after her 18 mile run. Who invited these women? So now I am guilted into doing 10 this morning when I really don't want to. Thanks, Michelle. Fast forward a few hours - ended up going 12 miles - no shot - started at 200 - went to 224 - then 140 (eating) then 100 (eating) then 72 (eating - running the last mile low