Melissa - Vain Triathlete

Only 3.5 weeks until Pumpkinman Half Iron. It becomes more and more important to mimic race conditions and plans such as food, course elements (hills), timing etc... So, after I finished my rather long brick today I made notes. That way I can remember exactly what happened and I won't have to guess when I'm prepping for the all important race. But first, I want to mention Saturday's disaster. Saturday proved to be a breakthrough day but unfortunately in the wrong direction. It was supposed to be a 4 hour bike ride and 35 minute run. Three hours into my bike ride my body and mind decided to give in. Surrender. Quit. I found myself pulling over to the side of the road to just sit and gather myself. All the while asking 'what is happening'. After 5 minutes of self pity I decided I needed to go home and lay on the couch. I love my couch. I'm sure there is a good reason this happened and I do not fret about it. I have moved on in search of a day of training where eve...

Woods Hole can be very curvy and hilly in the back seat of a car at 9:00 PM. My dog was nearly car sick while trying to find the best route from W. Falmouth to Surf Drive. We needed to make our journey to the bosses house early the next morning (race day) to meet and greet and we didn't want to be late. Michael, Tracey, Dan, Tricia and Pete, the Bairs and I, all had the exclusive invitation to Mike's bosses house the morning of. There, we were welcomed with open arms. We chatted, played miss-Mary-mack (seriously, we did), did a hand-stand (yes we did) all to relieve our stress of the morning race. Group photo, piled into the back of the pick-ups like some country and western movie and off we went. We parted ways to go line up in our assigned corrals. Tracey and I off to the elite class and lightly populated coral. Them, to there heavily massed class coral. Caged, like cattle, behind the net. The Titanic comes to mind. I'M JUST KIDDING! I get to rub elbows with greatness in ...