Triathlon Genes

I think sometimes people assume I would be a really fast triathlete. I have a brother who is gaining ranks in the triathlon world. My youngest brother Ed seems to be a natural at it, taking fifth overall at the Spudman, as well as placing first at other local races. But I'm not fast. I don't know how to will my powers to run faster, swim faster, bike faster. I feel like I'm going fast for me, but others have their doubts (hmm, mmm, Kulani). This year's Spudman was still one of my favorite races of all time, despite the sad death of one of the competitors. I completely finished my race before I heard the news. However, I did hear some rumblings about someone dying when I was on the run. I assumed they were talking about a different race. It was also my slowest Spudman finish to date. I've done three of them so far; the fourth time I've done the bike (I was part of a team one year--we took first in our division--thanks to the quickness of Mary's run and Hetty's swim). My swim was okay; 22 minutes. My bike was slow because at mile 20 my tire lost a lot of air, but didn't flat enough for me to stop riding. I didn't have anything to blow it up or change it, which Kulani says I couldn't have anyway because they were cemented-on tires, or something like that. Kulani (Zen) takes care of all of my bike maintenance so I am woefully dumb about the art of bike repair. Even still, I average 18.5 mph. The bike was really fun this year. I found myself in the middle of an all-women peloton, all of us riding about 21 mph and none of us knowing how to pass one another or let others pass. I loved that. I hate riding in pelotons generally, but I really like riding in this one. I found myself being able to take a little break. And then, as always, I really enjoyed the run. My goal was to make it under an hour, and I made that goal by two minutes.

But back to my going faster. I really could if I'd dedicate my mind and lost some weight. It's really appealing to me, and I like the results of it. I don't think Kulani would mind if the house was a little messier than usual if the trade-off was me with an awesomely buff bod. And maybe then I could fit into my triathlon jeans (or genes).

Reflections

Haven't done much post-race training. We walked for about an hour when we were in Hawaii. And then I ran for 40 minutes on Wednesday. I've been using every excuse to not train. Even so, already I'm thinking about that Vikingman, and already I'm thinking I enjoyed it. Don't get me wrong; I hated the bike and swim part, but I quite enjoyed the run part. Every triathlete does this. Give them some down time and they start thinking about the next race, what they want to do next, whether the last race was really worth it or not, etc. And usually, if triathlon really gets in your blood, you almost always want to do another one.

But a big reason why the Vikingman was so fun for me was because it was in my home town. We began the swim next to the house where my young women's leader lived. We swam past my best friend Keri's old neighborhood. We biked past my dad's old carlot and our family's old home. On the way in, I biked past my old church building and my old elementary school, the same school my grandmother and father graduated from. On the run, I got to see parts of Heyburn I haven't been to in close to 15 years. I ran past John Koyle's house. John Koyle was my first-grade crush. He invited me to his birthday party, and my mom dressed me in a dress. But I still managed to keep my dress clutched between my legs when competing in the head-standing contest. So many memories came flooding back to me to keep me company during the long day. I thought of many old friends I'd made through my early burglary years (thanks for that, Morrissey). I treasured the memories.

Kulani and I like the idea of doing triathlons in far away and exotic places. The idea behind it being we can train hard and do the race, then spend the rest of the week gorging the local food and taking in the local culture. Heyburn isn't a far away or exotic place, but for me, it was a great trip down memory lane.

I ... did ... it

Hardest ... Half-Ironman ... Ever. Well, maybe not ever, but it was difficult. We had head winds at 25-35 mph for the swim and bike. While swimming, I'd come up to breathe, and a big wave would smack me in the face. It took me 57 minutes on the swim. I had the second slowest women's time. The Snake River has a huge current that should have allowed me to do the swim in 35 minutes. Had there not been a current, I'd probably still be out in that river trying to finish. The bike was also awful. The head wind allowed me to average possibly 11 mph for the first 23 miles. On the way back, without any trouble at all, I reached as high as 32 mph. Yeah, the tail wind was awesome, but not worth the head wind. And then the run. Again, head winds and tail winds. I thought I was standing still, but I didn't turn a too bad half marathon: 2 hours 22 minutes. I really contemplated quitting many, many times. My dad was one of the helpers in the boat making sure people didn't drown. I swam up to his boat, but actually didn't get in. My total time: 7 hours 30 minutes. Slower than even Hawaii's difficult course. i just kept telling myself: the Vikingman will not beat me. I will beat it. I will be the viktor. I will be--the Vikingman!

I really do think I'm done with this distance until Lilia is old enough to watch the girls. I say that now, but this time, I think I'm sticking by it.

Knots

As in, my stomach is in ... knots. The Vikingman half-ironman is three days away. The anticipation of the race is almost worse than the race itself. I just called my dad and he said the Snake's temperature is at a balmy 55 degrees. We'll definitely be wearing our skull caps. The projected forecast for the race is a high of 63. I just hope the Idaho winds aren't blowing. It reminds me of the old joke that still isn't funny: Why is Idaho so windy? Because Utah sucks. My cousins from Utah would try to turn that joke around, but it never made sense to me, because Utah isn't nearly as windy as Idaho.

I'm having a hard time doing anything because of my jitters. I just need to calm down. I remind myself of the following truths.

I would rather do the Vikingman than:

• repeat high school.
• pass a chemistry class.
• file for bankruptcy.
• be a sprinter.
• clean-up my house after a tornado.
• sell books door-to-door.
• go through a divorce.
• encounter a rattle snake.

Life's partially about conquering one's fears. Nothing like a triathlon to remind me.

Heroes

Today I caught a documentary on Steve Young while I was running on the treadmill. Steve Young could only be described as the Christenson family hero of all heroes. My dad taught my Sunday School class when I was around 13, and at least once a month the lesson was a talk by Steve Young that my dad had on cassette tape. Most of us in the class had it memorized. The gist of the talk was about working hard and not giving up. For those that don't know Steve's story, he was an 8th string quarterback at BYU who worked hard and with a little luck, ended up as one of BYU's all-time best quarterbacks. He took the same approach in the NFL, finally taking over Joe Montana's old post as quarterback for the San Francisco 49ers, and earning them a Super Bowl championship.

During the documentary, Steve talked about heroes he had, the two most important being Roger Staubach and his father. To roughly quote him, he said his admiration for Staubach growing up helped him want to be a hero to someone else the way Staubach was for him. He said Staubach didn't owe him anything just because he was his hero, but because Staubach lived an examplary life, Steve sought to do the same. Of course I thought about how more sports athletes should think about that concept on a deeper level: how their actions in and out of the sport will affect those who are watching.

I think what impressed my dad so much was Steve's attitude of not giving up, and even more, of giving it your all. It was a very inspirational hour of television that has really helped me refocus my energies on the upcoming Vikingman. It also helped remind me that nothing is as important as the family. He ended the documentary with a famous quote from an LDS church authority: "No success can compensate for failure in the home." For me, triathlon must enhance my enjoyment with my family or else I will have to give up triathlon. Triathlon can definitely be a family matter. I may not be the fastest, but it makes me healthier and happier, thereby spilling out on my family. It's hard to feel sad or down on yourself after running, swimming, or biking a few miles.

Triathletes Suck

We do. Seriously, we do. Triathletes only want you as a riding partner if you can stay the same speed as them, you're focused, and you don't slow the group down. Case in point: Saturday's ride.

Old friends Jared and Steph moved back to Utah for the summer so Jared could do an internship in SLC. Though they claim they're out of shape, their combined body fat wouldn't keep a small child warm on a summer day. Two years ago, Steph rode 17 centuries. We knew they could keep up with our pace, and maybe even leave us in the dust. Kulani and I are Clydesdales and Athenas at best--we could even fit into a newer, larger category if needs be. Kulani made it clear to them that it was okay if they came along, but they needed to know that it was our ride and if they wanted to go faster, they could. If they wanted to go slower, we would leave them in the dust. I was more worried for the former.

About 20 minutes before they arrive, they ask if they can bring their little brother Butch. What's one more person on a road ride? Most cyclists enjoy lots of people. It gives you a chance to talk with a lot of people, and their is safety in numbers. Not to mention you just feel cool being with a pack of cyclists; you feel like a part of a road gang taking over large swaths of road territory. But triathletes travel in little packs because, again, time is of the essence and we suck. We're not riding for the social aspect as much as for the keeping-the-heartrate-up aspect. So they bring Butch.

We start out the road ride in great form. And it's fun. I'm catching up with Steph and Jared and Butch and it's a beautiful morning and we're keeping a good pace--I'm happy. But by hour 2 into the ride, we start to get slower. Jared looks back and sees Butch a nice shade of puke. We stop at a convenience store to fuel up with more water, bananas, some jerky--all the accoutrements. We're hoping Butch will recover enough to get him to Orem. Turns out he'd only ridden a 22-minute ride earlier that year, so he was pushing himself a touch. Even though we're triathletes, Kulani has way too much of the cyclist in him to leave a man behind. Luckily from Sringville to Orem, it's nearly all downhill. By this time, Butch is feeling better and he's ready to make it all the way back to Cedar Hills. Our pace continued to get slower, and not just at the fault of Butch. I was starting to get slower too. My leg muscles were shaking, and I was crankier than a curmudgeon whose lost the remote control.

I noticed something, however, that will hopefully be useful for my race in three weeks. Gels really help bring up the blood sugar levels. I hit a gel, and five minutes later, my mood is up, my legs are better. I brought six gels on the four-hour road ride, but I found I needed about two more. I usually do what the books say, which is take a gel every half hour of exercise. I found that near the end of my ride, I really needed a gel more like every 20 minutes. There affect seemed to wear off after about 15-18 minutes. Good to note, I think.

So my goal was to average 17-18 mph on the four-hour ride, but we only averaged 15 mph. I promised Kulani that next week, he could go on his own. And for me next week, I hope to average 17 mph. That's a much more realistic goal for me. And I'm also taking out my tri bike for the first time this year on next week's final long-road ride before the big race. I didn't train so great this season. I'll finish the race, but I'll be slow and bone-dead tired. My cycling has never been my strong suit, so maybe for the Spudman I'll focus more on doing better with it. The problem this season, or the excuse I'm making, is that our cycling bike broke, and our Gold's gym membership expired. So to get a road ride in, I'd need to call a babysitter, and I'm squirly when it comes to babysitters. I'll get one for our big rides on Saturdays, but I don't like to leave the girls anymore than is necessary. Plus, babysitters can be so moody when you're late, and road rides are unpredictable, and I always end up being later than I say. Not to mention the cost involved. I pay $6/hour for a sitter, so to get in all the road rides I need, that would add up to a small mortgage payment per month.

I'm not sure about this half-Ironman distance. It takes a lot of hours to train, which is hard to do when you're a mother of small children. I may just have to stick to the Olympic or sprint distance. But having a half-Ironman distance early in the season does help lay a really great base for the rest of the season. After training and doing a half-Ironman, you look at the Olympic distance like it is a walk in the park. "At most I have to train 2 hours on a Saturday? Sign me up!" is how your mind works. And it has sooo many analogies to life, a few being:

• The mind is stronger than the body.
• Endure to the end.
• Work before the glory.
• If you can do this, you can do anything.

And another thing I like to remind myself is that triathlon is three sports. I get passed by a ton of people on the bike, but then I pass a lot of people on the run. It's not a one-event sport, which is why I love it so much. Yes, triathletes suck, but they're also pretty cool when you get to the run part. By the run, people are tired and chatty. And when anyone hits the finish line, everyone is proud for them.

And bonus, I lost four pounds after Saturday's ride and swim. I'm pretty sure it's nearly all water weight, but it was nice to see that on the scale nevertheless.

Bio Network

When I have a long run on the treadmill, I find myself watching the Biography channel. In the early morning, from 6 a.m. to 8 a.m., they usually show two "classic" profiles. It's fascinating enough that it takes my mind off the running. This morning's profiles were about Uri Gellar and James Praag.

I'm not really sure what to think about these two mind-bending folks. (My gut tells me they're either charlatans, or they made a lucrative money deal with ... could it be ... SATAN?!) At any rate, good information for the next time I do a crossword puzzle. I've also watched bios on Pat Tillman (football player killed in Iraq), Barbara Eden (I Dream of Jeanie actress), and Sandra Dee (as in, "look at me, I'm ..."). It's the kind of TV station the family I grew up in can't pull themselves away from. We are sponges for pop culture. Try playing Trivial Pursuit with us sometime and you'll understand.

The Bio people know how to keep a runner tuned in. I didn't even stray during the commercials. They'll end each segment on a cliff hanger like: "James' life was about to take a turn in a very drastic way." Drastic way? What could it be? I've got to keep it on this channel to find out, which is exactly the kind of thinking my tired, running mind and body needs. So I'll tell myself that I'll run through the commercials, and then I'll treat myself to a one-minute walking break after the commercial break. It works every time. With 15 minute of show, followed by three to four minutes of commercials, it's not long before the two hours of running is up. And I've got a little bit more trivia knowledge for the next Christmas-day challenge of Trivial Pursuit. Watch out brothers and sisters: this is when a little bit of Bio channel can be a dangerous thing.

Gotta have da music

If you are feeling stagnant, can't get going, etc., try wearing around your iPod for 10 minutes with some jammin' tunes pipin' it at 65 decibels. I'm not sure what a decibel is, or even if I spelled it right, but you get the idea. Kulani made me a smokingly great mix for my iPod. He knows my style. I am kind of stuck in a 9os rut when it comes to music, but Kulani helps guide me right to the stuff I'd like.

I've placed a few of the songs I like on this blog. Perhaps they will inspire you too. My sister Mary has been a huge fan of Guster for years, and sadly, it wasn't until Kulani put their songs on my iPod that I really woke up and took notice. I'll have to say that Guster's Careful is about the most perfect song I've heard in a long while. I put one oldie on the list, which is Kulani's signature song ("Sunshine").

Happy training!

Saturday Musings

Saturday was long-roadride day. Me and the trusty Lemond Versailles took off from home around 8:30 AM, while Kulani watched the kids at home. I decided to travel south and east toward Provo Canyon. I ended up traveling up hill both ways. Seriously, look at this residential climb:

And this was the climb on the way back:

I think I climbed for at least one hour yesterday, all totaled. When climbing, I tend to think of other things to keep my mind off the pain. One thing I tell myself is to take 'er easy. I try not to hyperventilate thinking about how steep the hill is or how hard it is. Instead, I look straight at my front wheel, and I imagine I'm on a slight uphill. If you look straight at your front wheel, it's hard to notice the pitch of the hill. And like any good sherpa will tell you while scaling a huge mountain, never look up. It's the wu wei of the universe: be in the moment. I think Oprah's book club this month is all about that concept. Maybe I should pick up a copy.

Also when riding up hill, I go rather slow, so I have a chance to stop and smell the daisies, as it were (daisies don't smell so great). The daisies this weekend included the oddities that are Utah County. Check out this coordinate I found in Pleasant Grove:

Notice this nice downhill followed by a steep uphill.

It makes you want to get a lot of speed heading into the uphill, but no chance. The lovely city engineers in Lindon put a speed bump at the bottom of the hill. Makes sense for cars, but it really bums out cyclists.

I rode for two and half hours. I made it to Vivian Park in Provo, then turned around and came home. My highest speed I reached was 27 mph. I'm afraid to go much faster than that. On the steep downhills I especially go slow, because I don't want to get doored or hit an unforseen road bump. But on the flattish downhills, like 1600 North in Orem, I'll take off the breaks somewhat. On my journey, I passed Racer's morning road group, and then Kulani caught up to them later that day. All are training for Rawrod in two weeks. The ride converted me back to cycling. Riding on a stationary bike just isn't the same.

The following picture shows where Kulani road this weekend on his five-hour ride. Maybe he'll blog about it.

Triathlon 2008 Season Officially Commences

Yes, another year of triathlon, and I'll be on board. It's been two days, and I've been doing great, so far. Yesterday we went swimming at the American Fork Recreation Center, my personal pool of choice. I dropped the kids off at the daycare there for 45 minutes, while I managed to swim 1100 meters in 30 minutes. Pretty slow, but I felt great. It was a good, quality swim, and my heart rate got up. These first few weeks, I'd like to see me drop some pounds, so I'm mainly focusing on just getting my heart rate up. After the swim, we took the girls swimming as well. That's why I love going to the American Fork pool; I can bribe them to be good for an hour with the promise of going swimming when we're all done.

Today I ran for 35 minutes while Lilia was at ballet class. I ran around the American Fork indoor track (12 times around = 1 mile) while I pushed Nohea in the stroller. Melissa was at preschool. I brought along the iPod, which made the run quite enjoyable indeed.

So on deck I have the Burley Vikingman the first weekend in June. After that, I'll be training for the Spudman at the end of July. I like to do three triathlons a year, so I need to find one more triathlon. I'm thinking the Saratoga Splash. That's a fun one.

Happy training!

Long live the treadmill!

We recently purchased a second treadmill for the family. We placed it next to the treadmill already in commission downstairs and plugged it into the overloaded circuits. The only outlet we have in our unfinished basement could not handle the loud of both treadmills operating at the same time, so Kulani got his friend Craig, the electrician, to come put in another outlet. A few parts and $100 later, both treadmills are spinning away on our "road to nowhere."

I love treadmills. I love running with Kulani on the treadmills. I love listening to music while running on the treadmill. Tonight I found an old CD, the Best of Barenaked Ladies, and gleefully pounded out four miles. Nohea, my one year old, caused me to stop every now and again for fear of her coming too close, but for the most part, she played quietly by herself nearby. I didn't think I had time to exercise tonight. I could feel my body and mind start to wind down. I have a bed full of clothes to fold. I ignored it all, and took the time to exercise. I'm glad I did.

Finding the Time

My motivation has still been pretty bad, but I managed to muscle out four workouts this week. My goal is five a week, so four is pretty close. Here's a tip for mothers: If you need motivation, get your kids involved. If I don't workout in the morning, come the nigthttime wind down, it's very hard for me to workout. So I got my daughter Lilia to push me. I told her, "Lilia, make sure I workout tonight." So sure enough, Lilia got her shoes on, and said, "Mom, let's go workout." I couldn't turn her down. So I took all three girls downstairs, turned up my Beatles 1 CD almost as loud as it would go, and we all ran. I ran on the treadmill and they ran around the basement. Nohea didn't start crying until 27 minutes into my workout. I would have liked to have ran for 40 minutes, but I cut it to 30 minutes. But during these cold, unmotivated winter months, something is better than nothing.

My food intake has been good and bad. Last night we went to my sister-in-law Susan's house, and she had a cookie decorating table with cupcakes. Cupcakes are my weakness. I ate three. Earlier that day, the scale said I'd lost two pounds, but I'm sure the nice Italian dinner, cookies, and cupcakes probably brought my pound lossage back up. So it goes. But exercise still makes me feel better, emotionally, physically, and spiritually.

I think I won't be doing the Telos Tri, due to the kids. The Telos Tri also has a Turkey Trot, a family friendly 5K. Lilia said she'd like to do another race, so I think I'll just stay back with the girls and do the 5K run. Plus, in the off season, my focus is more just on running. We're doing St. George's Painter's half marathon in January. That's a good race to keep you motivated through the cold months. And then after that, it's time to gear up for the Vikingman in June. Ah yeah.

Losing the Lbs

This weekend we had guests, and therefore, we felt it our duty to entertain. I think we went overboard with the food. It was no surprise to jump on the scale today and see that I'd gained five pounds. Ugh.

So I'm back on track. I threw out all the cake we had in the house, I have some low-calorie meals planned for the next week, and I've returned to the gym. Whenever I'm lacking in motivation, I seek a workout at the gym. At the theater cardio room, they were playing chick flicks. The girl on the treadmill next to me said, "Yes! This is my day." I said, "Me too!" I stayed on the elliptical for 50 minutes, just enough time to get into Music and Lyrics with Drew Barrymore and Hugh Grant. Now I want to rent the movie to finish it. My back was bothering me today, so I thought I'd try the elliptical. It said I burned more than 700 calories for the 50 minutes I was on it. I have a hard time believing I burned that many calories, because my heart rate stayed in the low 150s, and when I run for that long, the treadmill says I only burn about 500 calories. But the nice thing about the elliptical, I must admit, is that my back feels no pain.

I also have a goal to do the Telos Turkey Tri in less than a month. It's a fairly easy triathlon that takes place at the Orem Recreation Center. So starting today, here is my log:

Me by the numbers (Day 1):
Weight: 155
Workout: 50 minutes on elliptical
Daily calorie consumption:
Breakfast: cereal & milk
Lunch: McDonald's Asian Salad with balsamic vinegerette & Lissy's half cheeseburger
Snack:
Dinner: Roasted chicken, baked potatoes, vegetables
Snack:

I grew up watching my cousin come up from Utah every year to compete in the Spudman. We'd get up around 6:30 a.m. the morning of the Spud so we could watch him plunge into the water. We were always so excited when he'd come out of the water nearly in front, but then after the bike he'd fall back into the pack. Back then the Spudman had a couple hundred competitors. Watching him, I never thought I would ever want to do the race myself. Still, it was thrilling to watch the race and be in awe of the competitors.

Now here we are today. If there's a reason we all do triathlon, it's because of those early days of watching the Spud. My brother B.J. took second overall again on Saturday (July 28), losing by less than a minute. It's probably the third time he's taken second. Next year, next year; there's always next year. My youngest brother Edward, who is 18, took 1st in his age group and 19th overall. He was very surprised by his results, as were we all. My younger brother Wayne, sister Hetty, and sister-in-law Stacey formed a team and took second in their team division. Wayne crashed his bike on the last turn into the transition, but he ran the last little bit to tag Stacey.

I was proudest of all of my husband. He had a great race and a great time. Being our hometown race, the Spudman is my favorite race. It's flat and easy, and it's on roads that I know and love. I wasn't sure Kulani would love it as much as I do. But he seemed to have a wonderful time and said as much. He did amazingly well finishing at 2 hours 31 minutes. Our other triathlon buddies also did well, and I hope everyone had a great time. After the race, we had a barbecue at my parent's home in Burley.

I personally did okay (2 hours 39 minutes), but more importantly, I too fell in love with triathlon all over again. I'm eager for the next race. Long live the Spud!

Testing, pictures, one, two, three

So I thought I would experiment with putting a picture in this here blog. So here are some pictures from Hawaii:

This is us after the race. My husband Kulani is on the far left, then me holding my daughter Melissa's hand. My brother B.J. is the tall one in back. My sister-in-law Kalei, her husband Mahana, and their friend Jodene is on the far right.

My mechanic, my lover

Let's get something out in the open right now: I love my husband. Not only does he bring home the bacon, he also wields a mighty bike wrench. I was at a wedding recently and the officiator gave the following advice to the couple: "Bring her a treat every now and again to show her you're thinking about her, but don't do it too often that she comes to expect it." I have probably come to expect that if my bike is not working properly, Kulani will have it fixed by my Saturday morning rides. My Lemond wasn't riding as comfortably as I wanted it to recently, so he ordered a new stem that's less than in inch shorter than my old stem, but it has made all the difference in riding comfortably. I don't tell him often enough how much I appreciate his help in keeping my bikes in tip-top shape. So baby, thank you. And also, my shifter thing seems to be stiff again. Could you do something about that? Thanks again. 'Preciatch ya!

Shout out to Dr. Watabe

My doctor's nurse called me on behalf of Dr. Watabe to congratulate me on finishing the Hawaii Half-Ironman. Dr. Watabe has to be the best doctor in Utah. He saw me during my pregnancy with my youngest daughter, and he's only in his early 30s. I know this because in triathlon, they write your age on the back of your leg, and Dr. Watabe is a triathlete. I see him around at local races with his wife and child. He encouraged me that I could be healthy enough after delivering my baby to compete in the race.

It's interesting listening to people who have never competed in the sport. They can't believe people would pay money to torture themselves that way or wear skin-tight clothes when their bodies don't exactly look flattering in the attire. Where as a triathlete, for the most part, doesn't really even see the body size; you see the sweat and determination and you respect each other. Dr. Watabe looks good in a triathlon suit; I, on the other hand ... Triathlon is a bonder of people, not a hater. There's a great ad on the back of my triathlon magazine with a woman sitting after a swim and the look on her face says contemplation. The ad sums up nicely why I do this sport: "We all have to do it. Explain our actions. Make sense of it to somebody that doesn't quite get it. You may even question yourself sometimes, but not for long. No matter how tired you are, how much your muscles ache and joints hurt, you feel better training and nobody can take that from you. It's just you and your body. The pleasure and pain is only yours. It's personal."

For me and Dr. Watabe, we get it. Dr. Watabe will be doing the Vineman in July. Good luck, Doctor. And thanks.

First Half Ironman

"I am half-Ironman, dododododododo-do-do." Or however that song goes. So I completed my first half-Ironman. In Hawaii. In the heat. If there is a word for that event, besides grueling, it is hot. I'm not sure I'd ever like to do that race again. Next year I think I'll do the Vikingman instead, a nice, flat cooler course with a down-current swim. But Hawaii's ocean swim was probably the most enjoyable part of the race. I saw an eal and a sea snake while I was swimming. Helped keep my mind off the monotany of the swim. I finished the swim in a not-too-disappointing 50 minutes. That was about the time I was swimming in the pool, so I wasn't too far off my mark. But then came the bike. Hawaii's course is hilly. There were a series of big rollers topped off by a 7-mile climb to Hawi. We gained 1,000 feet of elevation during the course of the ride. When I finally pushed my bike to the transition area, I had to hobble off the bike. It took me 3 hours 40 minutes to ride 56 miles. That's abismall, but the bike has never been my strong point. Someone yelled out, "Don't worry. Your legs will return." And that person was right. By mile three of the run, I felt pretty strong. I caught up to a girl who flew over from the mainland to also do this race with us. She came with my brother and sister-in-law. I tried to encourage her to keep up with me, but she'd had it. I kept running, feeling somewhat guilty about leaving her behind. But I was on a good pace, despite the heat of the lava fields. I was averaging 10 minute miles, which if I was able to keep up for the full 13 miles, I'd come in before 7 hours. An older Japanese man ran with me for a few miles. He said his wife was waiting for him at the finish line with "cold beer." Even though I don't drink, that still sounded nice. The Hawaii race organizers have cold sponges, ice water, Gatorade, fruit, gels, and cola at every mile. That kept me going. Occasionally I'd run through the aid stations, and other times I would walk. I caught up to my husband by mile 7. He had told me earlier that if he wasn't having a great race day, he would wait for me and we could finish together. So the last five + miles were a lot of fun. We walked and ran and talked and just enjoyed being together. We encouraged other runners, guffawed at the Hooters girls at mile 11 cheering everyone on, and thanked the volunteers bringing us cold sponges. We ran the last mile across to the finish line. Our girls waved at us from the side. We held hands across the finish. We finished in 7 hours 27 minutes. It was glorious. I choked up at the accomplishment. My oldest daughter, who is 4, approached me after the finish and said, "I'm proud of you and Dad. You did great." That was very sweet, but then she followed that with, "Don't do anymore long races, just short ones." I agreed with her.

My brother B.J. did really well at that race, finishing 15th overall. He was second in his age group, which got him a slot to the half-Ironman championships in Florida. My brother-in-law was faster last year, but I think he still did pretty well finishing at 5 hours 46 minutes. His wife had bike problems, and didn't finish the run.

Now we're training for the Burley Spudman, after I recover from my post-Island blahs. There's always Monday.

Saturday Sunrise Ride

Due to time constraints, my Saturday road ride had to be completed in the wee early hours of the morning. I began my travels at 6:00 a.m. It was a beautiful morning. The sun had not yet crested over the mountain behind our home. I mounted my bike and took off in the direction of the Mount Timpanogos Temple. The road along the east side of the temple is a gentle climb until you reach Highland. I passed through Highland and into Alpine. I then made my way west to Traverse Mountain. By now the sun had peaked over the mountains, and the temperature was starting to rise, but there were still relatively few cars on the road.

I wasn't planning on doing a climb, but when I saw a bunch of road riders climbing up Traverse Mountain, I had to join the fun. It was a 20-minute climb to what seemed to be the top to me. I got passed by one person: a runner with huge calves. Should I be embarrassed that I was passed by a person on foot? Possibly, but I was enjoying the climb and the view too much to care. My heart rate was plenty high, so I let the runner pass me without trying to pursue and overtake him back (whilst saying something smug like, "eat my tire dust, super-huge calf man." I always like to wave or say "hi" to fellow road riders, but no one returned my friendly gesture while I was climbing up and they were speeding down. On my way down the climb I found out why: you need both hands on your bike and complete concentration when barreling down the hill. My guess is that I might have reached speeds of 40 mph (I still don't have a speedometer on my bike yet). It was glorious! After traverse Mountain I weaved my way down through Highland and Lehi, then over to American Fork and back to my home in Cedar Hills. It was supposed to be a 4-hour ride, but I only had time for a 2 1/2 hour ride, as I needed to be at my sister Hetty's wedding shower later that morning. I also found that runners said "hi" more than roadies did.

I'd ridden my tri-race bike for the first time last week, but when I rode it again Saturday, I fell in love with the bike and we got married. Our honeymoon will be at the Hawaii half-Ironman in two weeks. I'm changing my name to Cindy Isaac-Fisher. That's how much I love my bike.

I relate very well to Forrest Gump on so many levels, but when I'm riding a bike or out for a run, I love to recall Forrest Gump's words when he's describing the beauty of the earth through the places he's been. I too feel that connection to earth. There was that sunrise over Mount Timpanogos casting its rays over Utah Lake. Then there was the look of the runner's face as he triumphantly passed me. The politeness of drivers pulling over a lane to not frighten me as they drove past. It's a feeling you want to share with loved ones. I wish that joy on anyone wanting to take it.

Let me introduce you to my bikes

My husband is a gear queer. Ever since we've been married he's had the nicest bikes. He worked at a bike shop for nearly the first three years of our marriage, and I'm pretty sure he got paid in bike parts and accessories. Therefore, he always had the nicest stuff. Then he started collecting double the stuff in case a friend wanted to ride with him and the friend did not have a bike. Now I am doing triathlons and I get all his old hand-me-downs. But let me warn you, his hand-me-downs are other people's dream bikes. I don't say this to brag, really, I say this to express my heartfelt appreciation to a husband who likes to collect things, and consequently, collects things for the both of us.

I have two bikes. One bike is a training bike and one bike is a racing bike.

Traing bike: It's a Lemond Versailles. It's navy blue and vanilla painted. It's a workhorse bike, but isn't as fun to ride as my racing bike.

Racing bike: An Isaac Efficiency. It has triathlon-drop handlebars (I'm not sure of the actual term), and it feels like a rocket. When I'm in the tuck zone and speeding down a flat, I feel like I'm doing 30 mph. I don't know how fast I'm going because we've haven't put on a speedometer yet.

Getting a good, fun bike to ride really helps on those long training hours. The only other thing that would help would be a nice long road, with rollers, and no cars.