Friday, August 22, 2008

IronFAN t-shirts!


Want to join the millions of people in their crazed frenzy over the Triabetes project?? OK - it may not be millions....yet! Michelle is printing up these T-shirts for friends and family and fans - $10 each and you can get them from her blog - http://www.triabetesdocumentary.blogspot.com/. If that doesn't work, just let me know (hikeahn@gmail.com) and I'll get one to you. Also - if anyone wants to follow any Triabetic's race on Sept 7, you can go to http://www.ironmanlive.com/ and type in your athlete's bib number to see how the day is going for them. We won't have our bib numbers until just before the race - but I will update the blog when we get them. If you follow me, just be prepared to stay up late!

Monday, August 18, 2008

Mercy me, I see the taper

A friend once told me the difference between Grace and Mercy. Mercy is when you don't get what you do deserve and Grace is when you do get what you don't deserve. Well, I was the full recipient of ironman grace this weekend. Dave and I had planned on a 7 hour ride-run on sunday and it turned out that Jon and Carole were going to their house in Damascus. So we arranged to ride to Damascus and do a run on the creeper trail - which was flat and soft. I had told myself that this would be my last long day in prep for the race...that after this, it would be all downhill. Well I had some concerns - mainly with my knee. Its been hurting whenever I try to run even though I have hardly been trying to run for quite awhile now. In fact on Thursday I had an issue (not so much pain as just something there) after just jogging slow (and having my HR go crazy) with the stroller for 3 miles. Well, I figured that I would do this last long thing and suffer. But after an absolutely glorious Sunday morning ride in which the first 40 miles we probably saw 10 cars - the run was like old times. Painless and my heartrate was controllable...even though it was hot. So after this perfect day, I decided to start the taper. My mind is in a great place and with just a few weeks to go, I am as good as I'm going to get. I hope to continue looking forward to Ironman and to continue to keep doubt and fear away. I never thought I'd feel this way...but thankfully, here I am. On other random notes - Dave's CGM kept telling him he was in the 90's but he started feeling tight and nauseous so we stopped at 40 miles in Warrensville. He was 500. He tested 3 times with 2 different meters and 2 different bottles of strips because he didn't believe it. But it was 500. His CGM had been in a little too long apparently. So we debated what bolus to do and he shot up wondering what the other 40 miles would be like. We filled our water bottles behind a restaurant and then I helped a trucker move his rear wheels forward to balance the load (which was cool) and off we went. It wasn't long before I noticed that Dave was zooming up the hills faster than I thought a person at 500 should be able to do. And a little over an hour later, he tested and was in the 130's. Amazing. The dude really is a machine. The drop into Damascus was a blast after that. In other news - I was biking to work yesterday and out of the fog on a lonely road was a horse in the middle of the road just looking at me. I talked to it as I went by. It seemed to appreciate that.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Thirties

Well its 32 days until Ironman. I am 35 years old. My blood sugar at lunch was 39 yesterday. I swam 32 laps at lunch to make a mile yesterday. When I got out of the pool my blood sugar was 39 again. Holy cow, everything is happening fast. Last week I did the Making a Difference camp at the High School and had a good time at that but realized that I was now on work schedule and summer was officially over. This week school starts and all the stress that goes with that. Dave and I did a swim brick this weekend out in Hampton, TN. We swam for an hour and rode for 3. The wind was decent and we got to feel what roughish conditions were like. All went well, though and it was good to not be in a pool. We just hugged the shoreline because there were a lot of boats out. Monday I had to get in a 4 hour ride (I only did 3.5) - I rode for 2 hours on the trainer from 4:30 to 6:30am (which really isn't much fun) and then I hit the road when it got light and went to our first school workday. I showered at school and went over to the church were we always have our first meeting - and on cue, was breakfast waiting. Biscuits and gravy, scrambled eggs, and tons of bacon...ahhh. Well, at then end of the meeting we were told that the fire alarm was not working and that we weren't allowed in school..which really stinks because these are the days where I really need to get stuff together. So I tried to find Ash in town - I rode by the pool, Chic fil a, etc but never found her so I rode home in my cargo shorts and t-shirt. Yesterday at lunch when I was swimming (if you want to call it that - although I did the mile in less than 35 min which is comforting - and I was way low) there was a guy flying up and down the lanes and he had the USTriathlon assn sticker on his water bottle... and that always makes me feel a bit out of place - you know, when I'm around a real triathlete... it makes it worse when you are talking to the guy in the locker room and you mention that you are doing Madison IM in 33 days and he looks at you like "no, seriously" - he said he hadn't even done a half IM. Sheez. Although, I realized that I've been training for this thing for over a year and I have diabetes and I have a young family. Sure I am slow. But I am going to do it...and in that process I have learned that as I rise to meet this challenge, it loses its power. In the end, its just going to be a long day. Just like diabetes - the challenge loses its power as you meet it...and consequently kick its ass. It just takes a committment and perhaps a bit of inspiration to start you down the track. Thank you Triabetes.