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Triathlon Training Log – Week of July 21 (Week 28)

I have returned from the paradise and magical place that is Lake Placid.


My weekend centered on volunteering, cheering, and being the Sherpa of the year for my five teammates who took on this historical Ironman. I’ll probably write a post once I catch up on life, but it was a memorable, emotional roller coaster kind of weekend. I wouldn’t trade it for anything, though, and my teammates made me so proud.

General training notes: Not too much to say this week. I frontloaded my workouts because I knew serious training probably wouldn’t happen during the weekend. Everything got logged even with a severe case of sympathy taper crazies.

Monday – a.m. swim and run

Even though I logged a killer 78-mile ride the day before, I wanted to carry the momentum through the week. This combo proved to be tough—3,250 yards in the pool and seven miles outside—but I got it done.

Tuesday – a.m. bike

Originally, I planned to brick, but my legs still felt trashed from the weekend. Instead, I spun out for 24 miles.

Wednesday – a.m. bike

Hello, aero helmet!



One of the perks of being on a team includes getting hand-me-down gear. And I was totally “that triathlete” riding in Central Park and wearing an aero helmet. Hey, I have to test it before Nationals. And I’ll be “that triathlete” again this week because I have to try my borrowed race wheels too!

Thursday – a.m. run

Since I skipped Tuesday’s speedwork to bike, I settled into the paincave on the dreadmill and logged a threshold run. The intervals themselves weren’t incredibly fast; it was the “recovery” at 7:47 min./mi. that got me. I somehow survived the six miles.

Friday – p.m. swim



It defines paradise—and you can’t beat swimming 1.2 miles in paradise.

Saturday – p.m. run

Seriously, is this real life?


Six steady miles on the Ironman Lake Placid run course.

Sunday – spent the day volunteering, spectating, and being a sherpa for Ironman Lake Placid

And no, I did not sign up for next year’s race.  Ask me again in 10 years–ha!

Hopkins Vineyard Sprint Triathlon Recap

On Saturday, I completed the Hopkins Vineyard Sprint Triathlon (0.5-mile swim, 10-mile bike, and 3.1-mile run) as my final tune-up event before Nationals. My coach said I should get a sense of my “top-end speed,” and my teammates said there would be a wine tasting afterward. Sign me up! In all seriousness, though, I wanted to make sure what happened at Stamford wasn’t a fluke—as in my training is going in the direction it should.

Overall, this race functioned as a solid training day: I logged a quality open-water swim, I put forth a solid effort on the bike, and I hurt on the run. This race also confirmed what I suspected: In Milwaukee, I need to work the swim-bike and simply hang on for the run.


But any race that results in an overall podium finish is a good race.

Swim – 0.5 mi. – 17:36

Although the Lake Waramaug swim was advertised as half a mile, Garmin data (not mine) measured the course as 0.7 mi. That’s totally fine by me; the longer the swim, the better. Anyway, this was the smartest, most tactically sound swim I’ve logged in a race setting. Out of the gate, I found myself in the lead pack and settled into a solid-ish effort; I was working, but not taking in water like I did at Griskus. I actually drafted effectively and felt good. And like during most swims, I hit Wall upon Wall of Dudes from the earlier waves. I exited the water in the five spot and immediately heard my coach yelling at me from the sidelines: “Everyone is in front of you! GOOOO!” So heading into transition, I thought I had a lot of ground to make up. But that wasn’t the case.

Transition 1 – 1:11

As I stripped my wetsuit and threw on my bike gear, one of my teammates who wasn’t racing came over to brief me: I was fifth out of the water with the third and fourth girls still in transition. I left T1 ahead of them, moving up to third female overall. I love passing people in transition!

Bike – 10 miles – 28:18

Aside from two hills—one being long and the second being steep—the bike course wasn’t too challenging. The hills actually worked to my advantage: I was playing leapfrog with the girl in second place, but was able to attack the first hill and create a gap. Is that how you race tactically?

Transition 2 – 0:35

As I changed gear again, my teammate relayed updated information: the girl in first place just left transition, and I could catch her. And my coach was out on the course waiting for me. Oh good.

Run – 3.1 miles – 26:25

Hands down, this was the toughest and probably 5-K I’ve ever run. The opening 1.5 miles contained a steep hill (steeper than Escape to the Palisades) while the closing half mile or so went off road and through a vineyard. Anyway, coming out of T2, my legs did not feel up to par. And to sum up the run in one sentence, I could see the first place female the entire time, but could not close the gap. Even when I reached my coach and got a peptalk, I could not attack the hill and reel her in.


Official finishing time – 1:14:01 and 3rd female overall

A woman from the last wave completed the course the fastest, so she took first, the girl I couldn’t run down took second, and I finished third.

So what did I learn? An Olympic-distance race plays to my strengths because I need a longer swim and definitely a longer bike; ten miles of saddle time does not give me enough real estate to make serious moves. A hilly bike works to my advantage; a hilly run does not.

And overall, like I experienced during Griskus and Stamford, some days you feel junky, some days you feel invincible, and sometimes, you’re somewhere in between. Saturday was an in-between day. But that invincible day where the stars align doesn’t come around often. But I’m chasing it—and hopefully I’ll catch it on Aug. 9.

Triathlon Training Log – Week of July 14 (Week 27)

Greetings! What did you do this weekend? I kicked off Saturday with some swim-bike-run action at the Hopkins Vineyard Triathlon (0.5-mile swim, 10-mile bike, 3.1-mile run) in Connecticut. Serving as my last tune-up before Nationals in August, this race confirmed what I suspected about my training and abilities so far: I can swim, I can bike, but whether or not I can run depends on the day.


But any day you nab an overall podium slot is a good day—my first ever!

General training notes: Finally, a recovery week! As I become a more experienced triathlete, I find it easier to embrace the down time. Don’t get me wrong; it’s still hard to back off the intensity and shut down workouts early, but I know it’s part of the plan. In other training-related updates, my road rash has healed nicely. A teammate gave me magic DuoDERM patches; you keep them on and change them our every 24 hours, and they expedite healing and prevent scars. So fortunately or unfortunately, my bada** road rash has basically disappeared.

Monday – a.m. swim and run

In the spirit of decreasing intensity, the 3,050-yard swim contained mostly “steady” sets with some hypoxic-five breathing thrown in—which I actually completed (#wannabeswimmer). I felt good in the water, but when I went on the treadmill for four easy miles, my hip hurt a little bit from Friday’s crash. It wasn’t anything major; just an increased awareness of the area.

Tuesday – a.m. run, strength train, and swim

I don’t know what was going on in my head, but this easy five miler was tough mentally. Even with some chill music, I struggled to stay in the moment and focus on the workout at hand. Sympathy taper crazies, perhaps? Anyway, I did 15 minutes of corework and shoulders after and then swam 2,400.

Wednesday – a.m. brick and strength train

Ugh, this was a frustrating day. The forecast said there was a 90 percent chance of rain, so our outdoor ride was canceled—but it didn’t rain. Instead, I completed a mini-brick indoors: 30 minutes on the spin bike and one race-pace mile on the track. Since I was at the gym, I did some corework and a shoulder circuit.

Thursday – a.m. bike

Even though our normal team workout called for another swim, I opted to ride in Central Park instead. Two pool swims plus an open-water swim on Saturday seemed like enough time in the water. Anyway, two teammates and I logged four steady loops for 33 miles.

Friday – a.m. bike

Because of Saturday’s sprint, I really shut it down: three steady loops in the park for 26 miles.

Saturday – Hopkins Vineyard Triathlon

Solid training day. Race recap coming later this week!

Sunday – a.m. bike

So … I rode 78 miles today. That’s the farthest I’ve ridden—ever. And I’m a short-course triathlete. How did this happen? Well my teammate and I met up with our friend who rides on a cycling team. We didn’t realize it was a team ride, but the guys were cool. Anyway, they took (read: pulled/did all the work) us on a new route, and it took us until mile 45 to realize we were probably in over our heads–because we’d have to bike that distance back to NYC. At that point, we pulled ourselves out of the group and let the guys continue; we turned around to retrace our route and figured they’d catch us eventually. Long story short, we got lost, stumbled upon a mall (not sure if we were in New York or New Jersey at this point), and asked for directions at a gas station—after chugging a bottle of Coke.


Elixir of life. Seriously.

Anyway, time to put the blinders on, keep my head down, and go to work—three weeks until Nationals!


I’m crossing my fingers and toes this post doesn’t act as a jinx and cause not-so-great things to happen. My check-ins have been few and far between, but that’s because I’ve been out living life—and being happy. It’s taken a while to figure it out—or at least partially figure it out—but I’ve found my groove. And that makes me happy.


My schedule shifted to Monday-Friday two (or three?) weeks ago, and my productivity has skyrocketed.


Sugar-free watermelon slurpee for National Slurpee Day

Even though I enjoyed having Thursdays off (and taking noon power hour CompuTrainer classes at Tailwind Endurance), I really thrive off these normal hours. Work does keep me on my toes, though. A lot of time, I don’t know what I’ll be doing until I get to the store; my role isn’t totally clear-cut, and there’s a lot of ebbing and flowing. But that’s OK. I can handle the combination of structured hours and dynamic responsibilities.

These new hours have led to some new and great friendships. When I worked the floor regularly, I became close with my fellow floor staff. (One guy calls me “Carebear,” which is a nickname reserved for family and close friends, and he knows it’s a big deal.) But now, I see our “downstairs” folks—think corporate like buyers, marketing, etc.—more often. They’re the ones who know about my training, my racing, and my general life happenings. For whatever reason, I’m better friends with the guys who work the floor, but my best friends downstairs are girls. (Shout out to Girls Club!) It’s taken more than a year, but I’ve finally found my work BFFs. And that makes me happy.


Where to even begin? First, I signed up for a sprint tri this weekend (0.5-mile swim, 10-mile bike, and 3.1-mile run). It ends in a vineyard. Total no-brainer.


In all seriousness, though, I wanted one more tune-up race before Nationals in August. This will give me a chance to work on top-end speed (or see if I have any) and test new equipment.  I’m also planning to test an aero helmet.  It even matches my bike, and we know it’s all about looking good in the race photos!


Not multi-tasking at the swim exit: ain’t nobody got time for that!

Training continues to go well: The swim is at a good spot, the bike is still a work-in-progress, and the run really depends on the day. Overall, though, the improvements I’ve made this season makes me happy—and I’m excited to see how everything (hopefully) comes together in August.

Speaking of Nationals, there are goals this time around. And these goals sound lofty and scare me. My coach has outlined race scenarios and expects me to dial in, arrive in top form, and piece together my best race of the year. His confidence in me makes me happy. Whether I have that confidence changes every minute (seriously), but knowing that he believes in me makes me happy.

Lake Placid

Before heading to Milwaukee, I’ll make the trip to Lake Placid to cheer, volunteer, and sherpa (yes, it’s a verb) for my five teammates taking on the Ironman (2.4-mile swim, 112-mile bike, and 26.2-mile run).

Last year, I logged some quality training, volunteered at gear bags, and soaked in the experience of watching my first in-person Ironman event. This time around, though, my priorities will be different. My teammates will dictate my every move; whatever they need, I’m their girl.

Another change this year includes how emotionally invested I am in this race. When swim splits don’t get hit, I feel frustrated and unsettled. When brick workouts get nailed, I feel ecstatic and unstoppable. Obviously I haven’t done the training in terms of hours and volume, but I feel like I’ve become part of their journey.  And being there for them makes me happy.

This involvement hasn’t affected my training. Aside from the pre-Timberman sympathy taper crazies, I’ve maintained focus and logged the workouts I need to log. However, as Placid inches closer, my mind has started to wander during sessions: ‘I’m doing a five miler right now. So-and-so is running 20. I hope they’re feeling OK. They were worried about their calf …’ I usually let myself think about it for a few seconds and then refocus.

Being this emotionally involved in a race I’m not even doing scares me, but it also makes me happy.

So that’s the gist of happenings here lately. Keeping busy and keeping happy. What’s going on with you?

Triathlon Training Log – Week of July (Week 27)

Hello, hello! I’m alive—promise. Still getting used to my new work schedule and playing catch-up from the 4th of July.


And still having absolutely zero complaints. Life is pretty good right now.

General training notes: Fake-out recovery week, you say? Yep. The entire team thought a well deserved down week arrived, but that wasn’t the case. For me personally, this means I’ll have a recovery week followed by two solid training weeks … and then a taper period for Nationals.



Monday – a.m. swim, run, and strength training

As usual, this was a monster swim set (3,675 yards) with plenty of hard efforts. I followed it up with an easy three-mile treadmill run and some upper-body strength training.

Tuesday – a.m. run and swim

Ah, the return of speedwork—and it was brutal. We jogged our mile-ish warm-up to Pier 40’s outdoor turf field, and the humidity instantly became a factor. During the dynamic stretches, I could feel myself becoming increasingly tired and groggy. Suffice to say, the 6x800s didn’t go extremely well. My splits were slower, and it was harder to breathe.

And the swim after didn’t go that well either. In fact, my calves seized up while doing a flip turn (#wannabeswimmer), and I actually had to stop in the middle of the lane because it hurt to move. The takeaway? I need to somehow take in more salt during these ungodly hot workouts.

Wednesday – a.m. bike

This was our second Central Park bike “race.” Same structure as last week—one loop to warm up, two loops to attack at will, and the person who crosses the finish line first win—but I came up with a different strategy with one of my teammates. Long story short, I attacked the second time we hit Cat Hill and dropped everyone—including my teammate who was supposed to relieve me at the top and continue pulling. This all-out sprint created space, which is the goal, but I couldn’t sustain the effort and eventually blew up. Womp, womp. Train, race, learn.

Thursday – a.m. swim, run, and strength train

Boom, boom, boom—get it done! During the swim, I tested Blueseventy’s core shorts. I’m a fan so far. My coach says my body position is already good in the water, so I didn’t notice the extra lift/buoyancy (I don’t notice it when I wear a wetsuit either), but I felt faster. Case in point: I was able to stick with the stronger guys during our pull sets, which I usually struggle to do. A steady five miler followed, and I ended the day with some upper-body strength training.

Friday – a.m. bike

Let’s just talk about it: I had a minor crash in Central Park.


Unpictured:  arm road rash and chipped nail polish

It looks a lot worse than it is, and wiping out is the nature of the sport.

We were working on bike racing tactics and riding in a single-file pace line. No one is to blame; it was just bad luck. As I took a drink from my water bottle, the girl in front of me slowed down, and I didn’t react in time; my front wheel hit her back one, and I went down. Thankfully, we weren’t going fast, I didn’t take anyone down with me, and my coach was riding with us. I have some tough-looking road rash (#wannabecyclist), and my bike was fine. After debriefing for a few minutes with my coach, I got back in the saddle and finished the workout. It’s going to take more than a few scrapes to keep me down!

Saturday – off

The general consensus from my coach, more experienced teammates, and actual cyclists was to take a rest day. And I felt pretty stiff waking up, so taking a day off seemed like a good idea.

Sunday – a.m. bike

Whew, #girldown. I met up with a legit cyclist—like a dude who rides for a team—and we braved the rain, headed over the bridge, and rode 60 miles. Since I do all my bike training with triathletes, it was cool and eye opening to see how an actual biker rides. There’s something to be said for swimming with the swimmers, biking with the bikers, and running with the runners. He took it easy on me, but he totally kicked my butt—although he said I pushed him too. Yeah, right—ha!

2014 Cazenovia 4th of July 5-K Race Recap

Before spending the day with family, I ran a local yokel 4th of July 5-K in my hometown.



Neon makes you run faster.  Also, woohoo for mid-foot striking!

I’ve done this race every year since becoming a “real runner.” In fact, it was my first ready-set-go, run-to-the-finish-line event. (And I actually removed the timing chip from my bib because I didn’t want nosey people looking up my results online.) Since then, I’ve also slugged through the 10 miler around the lake, but I downsized to the 5-K last year. Quality miles over quantity of miles, right? So I pushed, dialed into my tempo pace, and posted a 23:36 finishing time. I worked, I hurt, and I left everything out there.

This year, I ran the exact same time—down to the second. That’s right: I posted another 23:36.  However, I felt totally different both during and after the race.

My Dad and I arrived about 20 minutes beforehand to pick up our bibs and t-shirts, and I even saw my JV basketball coach. He’s a big-time runner (he podiums frequently and wins races), so he gets the triathlon thing; I always enjoy catching up with him.

Anyway, after collecting our materials, I hit the track for a mile warm-up. Initially, I planned to do 1.5 miles and some dynamic stretches, but I ran (get it—ha!) out of time.

Overall, I wanted to put forth a decent effort, but I knew truly racing wouldn’t be a viable option. Because of racing back-to-back weekends—and tapering and recovering and all that jazz—I hadn’t done speedwork in … about a month. And because I’ve been doing Olympic-distance tris, I feel more confident running 10-Ks. If you execute a 5-K right, then it’s brutal. If you run a 10-K properly, then it’s still painful, but more manageable. And I’m all about managing. So the game plan was to just run and go by feel.

There’s nothing too groundbreaking to report in terms of the race itself.


As in years past, the course basically starts on a hill, which is why I wanted a decent warm-up. A little after the climb, I saw my 1st and 2nd grade teacher, and a high school classmate cheered for me. When I started talking to him—“Happy fourth of July! How are you?”—I realized how manageable my pace felt. After that, I zoned out a bit, took in my surroundings, and enjoyed running through the area.  And I also kept an eye on the kid who was running next to me; it sounded like he was going into cardiac arrest.  The last half-mile snuck up on me, so I picked up the pace, finished strong, and immediately started cooling down—even though I finally felt warmed up.

At first, I was frustrated I ran the exact same time, but then I realized how different I felt. Last year, that pace equated to a hard effort; now, it feels semi-comfortable and sustainable.  Sounds like progress to me!

How did you spend the fourth of July?

Triathlon Training Log – Week of June 30 (Week 26)

Don’t make me leave Central New York!


I’ve had a relaxing long weekend at home—I left New York City Wednesday morning and took the train back this afternoon—and it made me realize I cannot go six-plus months without making a trip back here. That’s way too long to go without seeing family.

General training notes: As you’ll see below, this week’s workout schedule changed. First, my team restructured our training because all the triathlon and cycling teams ride in Central Park Tuesday mornings; it’s just too crowded. Plus, the Friday morning summer concert series also started, so hammering loops with semi-clueless pedestrians wandering around isn’t safe. (Instead, this session will be a bike-run brick, and our main cycling workout will be Wednesday.) Two, since I came home Wednesday, I frontloaded my bike workouts and intensity in general. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday saw harder efforts, and I eased off the gas as the week progressed. Let’s just say I got a jumpstart on our recovery week!

Monday – a.m. swim and strength train; p.m. run

Whew, brutal set: 3,700 yards that included 6x150s and 10x75s, and my coach turned the shorter, race-pace efforts into a game. Each lane arranged itself in order of increasing speed (so the slowest person went first and the fastest went last), and the leader would do however many 75s possible before the next person touched their feet and caught them. As the second fastest in my lane, I took 4-7—and it hurt. A lot. After, I did some upper-body strength training; I know, right?

That evening, two of my coworkers and I ran to an animal shelter in Brooklyn to walk dogs.


Lola was such a cutie!

Tuesday – a.m. bike

Under the new training schedule, Tuesdays will be devoted to speedwork, but since I would be spending the 4th of July at home sans Slice, I wanted to get in as much saddle time as possible. About 12 of my teammates met in Central Park, and we broke into pace groups for three steady-ish loops for a total of 27 miles.

Wednesday – a.m. bike

Did I say this last week too? Girl down—wayyy down. This was our first Central Park “race,” and the premise was simple: My coach divided us into groups, and we were instructed to ride one warm-up loop, then race for two and attack at will, and the person who makes it to the finishing spot first wins. To make sure we were safe, one coach road with each group to keep an eye on things. Sounds like pain fun, right?

The night before, my teammate and I exchanged a few texts to strategize: we planned to let others do the work during the first loop, and then make some moves during lap two; she’s great on flats, so she would pull me to the hills, and then I’d surge since I’m an OK climber. However, during the “race,” I started my final hill attack too soon and bonked hard. Arghhh. Train, race, and learn, right? In total, we logged about 30 miles.

Thursday – a.m. run and swim

Back in my itty-bitty Central New York hometown, I logged an easy 2.85-mile run around town to shake out my legs before the 4th of July race. I hoped to do five, but my legs had other ideas; those tough bike workouts took their toll! After, I wiggled into my wetsuit and swam in the lake for 20 minutes. Again, nothing serious; just getting into a rhythm and feeling my stroke.

FridayCazenovia 4th of July 5-K

Even though I used this 5-K as a training run, I’ll probably write a race recap later this week. It went well: I felt OK, dialed into my semi-comfortable pace, and cruised for 3.1 miles. I tacked on a warm-up and cool-down too, so I finished the day with 5.5 miles.

Saturday – a.m. run

This was a great out-and-back five miler. I warmed up for two miles or so and then picked up the pace and cruised since my legs felt good. I’m pretty sure Jim Boeheim, the Syracuse University basketball coach, drove by me—and he actually stopped and let me pass. If I’m being honest, I thought he was stopping to yell at me for not running fast enough and getting back on defense!

Sunday – off

After consulting my training log, I realized it has been 12 days since my last day off. Whoops.

And that’s that—an OK week overall.  I’m actually looking forward to the recovery week. Bring on the rest!

What did you do for the 4th of July?