<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35716738</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:31:38.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew-hew!!!  Here we go!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennab.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35716738/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennab.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687380226170546544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35716738.post-3255140913851127830</id><published>2007-09-18T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:51:16.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IMC Race Report 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;The whole feeling of Ironman this year was different than last year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course, I was no longer an ironman virgin so the level of excitement was initially lacking, but this did change.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Penticton&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; still stressed about work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I left my 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; grade classroom without carpet, furniture, etc. due to flooding in the main building a few weeks prior.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could only hope that the substitute would be able to find everything ok, which she did.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;I arrived in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Penticton&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; Thursday evening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Friday morning I went to packet pick-up and felt like I was getting a fever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All of taper I had felt flat, tired and missing that pop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Short work-outs had felt long and I was easily worn out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Was taper really working?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Was I just stressed from work and was this making me sick?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I willed myself to not get sick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My training had gone so well all season.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I PR’d by 20 min. at Wildflower and by 25 min. at ½ Vineman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was ready for this race.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;By Saturday I started to feel better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The excitement was starting to build.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The TNT luncheon was very inspirational and everyone talked a lot about how wonderful it was to be part of a team, one that not only trains together but that also raises money (over $675,000 this season) for cancer research and patient care.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Race morning:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;As usual I got up early (4:30 am).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This year I actually slept – yeah!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I took the first shuttle over to the transition area.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like to be early, which proved to be helpful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As usual I forgot to drop off my special needs bags in the boxes before entering the transition area.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did this last year too, so I had to walk all of the way back and drop them off once I realized my mistake.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wow!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The lines for body marking had gotten long since when I’d arrived.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I double checked by transition bags – ooops!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday I had ridden my bike over to the transition area, racked it and took off my helmet and shoes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had placed my helmet and shoes in my run transition bag.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No problem – I’ll change those things to the proper bag.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good thing I’m always early.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hung out with friends after racking my bike and then hit the port-o-let line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That sure was a long, slow line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, time to put on the body glide and wetsuit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I made my way down to the water I saw Dave and said hello.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He gave me a big hug and then saw the camera.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said something about the fact that we were Ironmen and no one could ever take that away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he gave me another hug and picked me up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dave was just trying to make the video.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Guess what?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’re in the IMC 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; anniversary video.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pretty cool!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hooked up with another SVTC friend, George.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We warmed up and started the swim together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This year I didn’t hear music – maybe I was oblivious.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the cannon sounded and off we went.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Swim: 1:14:44&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;My plan was to start way to the left so as not to get caught up in the washing machine of swimmers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The problem is that I don’t sight very much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went through patches of open space and patches of the washing machine, getting knocked around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realized that I was swimming right next to the buoys.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ok, so this is the quickest route, but not my plan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to stay to the outside so I’d have more room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After the turn I found my way to the outside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I was heading back I realized that I was all by myself in the water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is great – LOTS of room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hmmm….I’ve been by myself for quite some time now…hmmm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I decide to sight and I see a canoe to my left (the ones that corral swimmers who are off course) and nothing to my right.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Where are the buoys?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I sight again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh there they are!! &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Way over there!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I make a turn and get back on track with the other swimmers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While I enjoyed swimming by myself, it wasn’t exactly the quickest route back to transition.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is almost impossible to get off course at this race, but leave it to me to do just that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;End result, a bit of a slow swim time, but not really important in the grand scheme of things.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;T1: 4:46&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Well, let’s just say that this wetsuit doesn’t fit anymore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My two wetsuit strippers really had to work to get that darned thing off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They even asked me if I could get it over my bum.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s time for a new wetsuit (Note: This thing has never fit well and the next day I noticed that the wetsuit glue I had used before leaving for Canada had gone all of the way through the suit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And no, I hadn’t gained weight this year; I weighed in the same as last year and yes, they weigh you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did end up buying a new wetsuit after the race.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Anyway, the very nice volunteer helped me out, dumping out my transition bag and then putting my swim things in the bag.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was so cute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She asked, “Do you have sunglasses?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course, she was holding them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, off I went.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Bike: 6:29:04&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;The bike started off very entertaining.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was leapfrogging with this long-haired hippy guy who had a horn on his bike. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Every time we passed supporters (which we did a lot since we were still in town), he honked and the crowds cheered more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was a great lift.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We chatted a little, but eventually I passed him and never saw him again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bummer!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was fun. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Just as I did last year I dropped my chain going up McClean Creek.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Weird.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This year another strange but good thing happened.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wasn’t getting passed by so many people and I actually passed a few people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whew-hew!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All of that cycling was finally starting to pay off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course I saw lots of my friends pass me on the bike and it was nice to see them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes they would ride with me for minute or two.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, something very unusual happened to me – I saw Louie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was hanging out with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For those reading this report and don’t know who Louie Bonpua is, well he was a past recipient of the Iron Spirit award at IMC in 2002, I think.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He also carried the Olympic torch and died a few days later of Leukemia.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here’s a link: http://www.myhero.com/myhero/hero.asp?hero=l_bonpua Anyway, Louie was just hanging out with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cool! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Everything was going pretty well, but that inevitably changes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I use Thermolytes for the run, but decided to take them on the bike just in case I needed them (after all my dehydration started on the bike last year).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did I pack more Thermolytes in my bike special needs bag, run transition bag or run special needs bag?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Had I thought about it?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why didn’t I?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who knows, but I won’t make that mistake again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I’m pedaling along and decide to switch one of my gel packs from one pocket to the other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I did that, out fell my tube of Thermolytes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ugh!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh well, I’m enjoying my day and I’ll worry about that when I get to the run, where things could potentially fall completely apart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So somewhere around mile 50 or so I’m telling this to another friend I see out on the course.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then Victor (from the North Bay TNT team) comes up from behind me and says that heard me and asks if I need any Thermolytes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I say “Sure!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So Victor looks to see if any race officials are around and since there aren’t any he gives me a handful of Thermolytes (Yes, this is illegal and could disqualify us). Yeah!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only problem is that I don’t have a tube to carry them in and when I really need them (on the run) and I’m dowsing myself with water, they’re likely to disintegrate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh well, I’ll worry about later.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks Victor!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As the ride goes on, I see Victor again and he says that he has another tube of Thermolytes at the bike special needs and that I can meet him there and he’ll give me a tube.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Right on!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure enough, Victor is waiting for me in the port-o-let line (a place I was desperately waiting to visit, which means I was actually well hydrated) and gives me his tube and more Thermolytes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Victor, you saved my whole day!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did Louie send you?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Awhile after leaving special needs, Louie went to go check on someone else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He checked in with me briefly later in the race, but he knew I was good to go.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;There were some strong winds on the bike course (the pros even talked about that), but not nearly as bad as some of our training rides.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; was still hard this year, but it’s not nearly as bad when you’re not dehydrated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I pushed on up and over, seeing all of the TNT purple and green folks cheering me on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We exchanged high fives as I rode on by.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;T2: 4:49&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;This was uneventful and again, great volunteers to help!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Run: 4:34:22&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;I actually felt ok going into the run and started passing some fellow TNTers that had passed me on the bike.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The first 8 miles felt great!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I passed quite a few people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When was this going to change?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, not to worry, around mile 9 or 10 I didn’t feel quite so perky.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is where I fell totally apart last year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course, last year it was over 90 degrees and I was dehydrated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This year it was quite cool and I was hydrated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But my heart rate started to elevate and I had to slow my pace quite a bit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So from around miles 10 – 23 I slowed down a lot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Slowly, various people I passed started to pass me back. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I leapfrogged with a few women throughout the marathon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, I couldn’t really run with any of them for too long, because they would either go too fast or too slow at the wrong times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also gave up on eating somewhere before the ½ marathon point since my elevated heart rate didn’t go well with digesting food.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I continued to drink water and take my Thermolytes (Thanks again Victor!).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By mile 21, I decided it was time for the flat Pepsi.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Boy, that stuff is good, gives you a nice little pick-me-up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I drank Pepsi at miles 21, 22, 23 and 24.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yum.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then it was time to pick up the pace.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all, I was almost done.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Plus, I had this goal in my mind to pass Nicholas.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was gaining on him most of the race.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He kept looking back and as I’d get closer he’d pick up the pace.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The first time I had gotten close to reaching him was probably around mile 15.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He saw me and picked it up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, he didn’t see me coming at mile 25.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I passed him and said hello.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He didn’t hear me, but then he saw me and zoomed past me, leaving me in the dust.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nicholas, you can thank me for making you run a faster marathon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So Nick finished about a minute ahead of me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My stretch goal for this race was to break 13 hrs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I figured I could do this if I had a perfect day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well with about 7 miles left, I realized I was on pace to break 12 ½ hrs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw Coach Mike and he said I looked great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess the coaches say that to everyone, even though I felt kind of crappy, but not horrible, and I’m sure the coaches see a lot of people who really feel miserable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, he told me to enjoy it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, I checked my watch now and then (although I didn’t start it at the beginning of the race, so I was basing my time off of the time of day and the fact that my watch must be close to the race clock start of 7:00 am) to make sure I stayed on pace to break 12 ½ hrs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure enough, I did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although it’s not as dramatic to finish in the daylight (it doesn’t get dark until close to 9:00 pm), I wasn’t complaining.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m thrilled with my race!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I wonder if I’ll be able to break 12 hrs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hmmmm……&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35716738-3255140913851127830?l=brennab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennab.blogspot.com/feeds/3255140913851127830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35716738&amp;postID=3255140913851127830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35716738/posts/default/3255140913851127830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35716738/posts/default/3255140913851127830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennab.blogspot.com/2007/09/imc-race-report-2007.html' title='IMC Race Report 2007'/><author><name>Brenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687380226170546544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35716738.post-116579125805744153</id><published>2006-12-10T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T14:54:18.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CIM - Chilly!!!!!</title><content type='html'>This marathon was definitely different than past marathons.  First of all, I didn't go up with a group of running friends.  I went up to Sac with my family and stayed at a friends' house.  This was also the first marathon that I didn't have pre-race gitters, adrenaline and overall excitement.  I think I just wanted to get it out of the way.  This is a little depressing, but nevertheless I was there to run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aries dropped me off at the bus stop to go to the start of the race.  A very tall chatty man sat down next to me and said I looked fast.  I told him that looks can be decieving.  It turns out he was the fast one, having run CIM last year in 2:59.  It also turns out that we are both SVTC members and have actually seen each other track practice.  What a small world.  This became a continuing trend as the day passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I make it to the start and don't actually see any of the people I know who are going to be running the race.  Oh well.  So, I'm off and the first 4 miles my shins hurt.  I expected this due to the cold weather.  My shins always take awhile to warm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around mile 3 I start talking with 2 women, one is another TNT runner from San Diego and she is running with someone she just met.  We're all about the same pace so we decide to run together.  The other woman says that I look familiar and asks me where I went to middle and high school.  It turns out that we went to the same high school; she graduated a year after me.  The world get smaller everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after mile 4 Aries yells to me.  I toss him my long sleeve shirt and my gloves.  BIG MISTAKE!!!  My hands turned bright red and began to ache.  They ached for the next 5 miles.  Maybe I shouldn't run cold weather marathons, and it isn't even that cold outside compared to past years.  Plus, it's not raining - ideal conditions to most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran with my 2 new found friends until mile 14, when I needed to make a necessary port-o-potty stop.  There was a short line and I was back out running a few minutes later.  Things were going fine and I felt pretty good until a little before mile 16.  Then my feet cramped up.  Were my shoes on too tight?  Afterall, I was using thicker socks due to the cold.  Maybe it's the new model of shoe.  Well, whatever the case may be, I ran on cramped feet for the next 10 1/2 miles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At mile 19, I had the pleasant surprise of seeing Coach Wayne from the North Bay Ironteam.  He suggested that I relax my ankles to help the cramping in my feet and then at mile 22 block out the pain and tear it up.  So that became my race plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around mile 21 I saw Stu from last year's North Bay Ironteam walking.  He started to try and jog with me, but since my feet hurt a lot I had to keep a quicker pace, as I was ready to be done.  I guess something happened to Stu at mile 19 (he's a much faster runner than I am), which was why he was walking.  Bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around mile 25 I passed my 2 friends from the beginning of the race.  They were about 1/4 mile apart and one of them was having some stomach issues.  I finished the race in 4:12, right about what I had expected.  I felt fine, except for my throbbing feet, and definitely had gas left in the tank, which is a first after a marathon.  I think if I hadn't of had the bathroom stop, I may have done a negative split, another sign that I can run faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly got my medal, took my picture and then went to gear check.  I called Aries who was waiting at the finisher's shoot.  He and the girls had missed me because they couldn't find parking.  Oh well.  Then I ran into some other SVTC friends and TNT friends.  Everyone looked pretty cold.  It's strange to finish a marathon and not be sweating.  One friend, Debbie, had just left the medical tent and her lips were still blue.  She stayed cold for the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Aries and the kids and we left.  I was happy to be in the warm car.  Overall, the race went pretty well, but I still have a sore left foot.  Hope it heals quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35716738-116579125805744153?l=brennab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennab.blogspot.com/feeds/116579125805744153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35716738&amp;postID=116579125805744153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35716738/posts/default/116579125805744153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35716738/posts/default/116579125805744153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennab.blogspot.com/2006/12/cim-chilly.html' title='CIM - Chilly!!!!!'/><author><name>Brenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687380226170546544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35716738.post-116035366614015639</id><published>2006-10-08T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T17:27:46.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yahoo!  Another season is upon us.  I don't actually know what to write, but I'm very excited to get into training again - too much post season eating.  Plus, this is the first time I've ever done this blog thing and probably one of the only times I'll have time to write.  So there, I did it.  See you all at practice!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35716738-116035366614015639?l=brennab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennab.blogspot.com/feeds/116035366614015639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35716738&amp;postID=116035366614015639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35716738/posts/default/116035366614015639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35716738/posts/default/116035366614015639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennab.blogspot.com/2006/10/yahoo-another-season-is-upon-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687380226170546544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
