Andi's Movement Towards Change

Lost on an Island

2009-06-14T19:07:00.005-04:00

Today signifies the first day of summer. At least for me. This was the first of a series of triathlons and run races that I have signed up for throughout the summer, and I couldn't have started this season on a better day.

Today was the Motor City Triathlon, on Belle Isle in the great city of Detroit. I had signed up for the Olympic distance as opposed to the sprint distance, basically since I felt that I could pull it off even though I haven't trained a lick in three weeks. Other than still being somewhat in shape after having finished my half ironman in May, it's mind over matter, as far as I'm concerned.

I awoke at four in the morning to a clear sky, a slight briskness in the air and singing birds; a good sign that this would be a great day for a race. I arrived on Belle Isle at around 5:30am and picked up my registration packet. The Motor City Triathlon had a set-up that I had not experienced before, a dual location transition area. I had to set up T2 first with only my run gear. After that, I had to walk a mile to the T1 area to set up my bike transition.

During this time, I ran into a lot of friends. Racing with friends is one of the biggest reasons why I enjoy triathlons so much. There were friends that I've mentored and raced along side with through Team in Training (like Ryanda, who is my friend and fun-rival who always gives me a run for my money; Jerry, who I had mentored on the St. Anthony's team who happened to be proudly one of the oldest racers on the course today; and Kevin, my longstanding coach through Team in Training since I first started triathlon racing in 2007). There were friends that I went to college with (like Angelika, who is one of the coolest sisters that I know). There were friends that I used to work with (like Alex, who is a true inspiration and represents the fact that anything can be done if you set your mind to it). There were even friends that I had only met online, who had connected with me on facebook because of the common races or groups we were a part of (like Ara, who I finally met in person just today). Seeing people that I know really helps me get into the right frame of mind before a race. For some reason, it has an incredible calming effect on me, though I couldn't begin to explain why.

My greatest apprehension of the morning was getting into the chilly, 67 degree Detroit River water. The water was so cold this year, that the race director decided to start off the waves in the water instead of having a beach start. (I really don't know how that could have made much of a difference, it was just darn cold any way you cut it.) Fortunately, I have a long-sleeve wetsuit, which helped immensely.

The horn blew, and off we went. The water was extremely calm and refreshing, even though the chill seemed to congregate around my bare hands as if I was dipping them in a bucket of ice. As I'd lift my head from one side to another to breathe, the fresh water would drip into my mouth. Normally, I wouldn't notice this, but the last few open water swims had been in salty ocean water, so the fresh taste of the Detroit River was a welcome one.

My swim felt strong, as indicated by the different colored caps from the men's wave that I caught up to. I headed out to the 500K bouy to make the turn, and saw a back-up of swimmers as I approached. What is going on, I wondered. I realized only when I got there that it was the current that they were struggling with, the same current that hit me hard. It pushed me to almost a standstill, but I made a hard push through it and made the turn.

With the current behind me now, I was swimming stronger than ever. I was a bit far on the outside of the bouys, but enjoyed the solace as I swam in the moment. I made it to the final turn in what seemed to be no time. Heading into the home stretch of the swim, I once again found myself swimming alone. This time, however, it wasn't for a good reason. I realized, only after being shouted at by the life guards in the water, that I was WAY off course and should have been inland a good 300 yards by now. The sun, which was now in my eyes, had effected my sightline and I didn't see the bouy.

I stopped to get my bearings, cursed under my breath, and now made a straight line into shore. This mistake surely cost me a few minutes in the swim. Despite this fact, I still felt strong and made the decision not to beat myself up about it.

I finished the swim, hit transition 1, and was on my way on the bike portion of the race. This part of the course was a 23 mile leg of the race, with four loops around Belle Isle. I enjoyed this part of the course, mainly because it allowed me get lost in time. I remember this loop from 35 years ago, when my grandfather used to let me sit on his lap and let me "drive" his car. I remember the memories of my grandparents being members of the Detroit Boat Club, once a beautiful, grand historic building that was home to the oldest sports rowing club in the United States. I remember swimming in the double olympic pools that were connected by a walking bridge that you could swim under. I remember my grandfather's boat on the dock, and the joy in my eyes as I'd feed the new batches of baby ducks as they swim by. The building was host to my parents' wedding reception over 50 years ago, too, a memory captured in photos that I now recollected as I cycled on by. This beautiful building now sits in disrepair, with no hope for the future, as weather and time slowly continue to deteriorate the structure.

Back in the moment, I finished the bike and headed off to my run. This was a tad longer than a normal Olympic distance run, but I was prepared. I decided to go at a slow, steady pace throughout, to see if I could sustain a run for the duration. To my surprise, I found this focus easy as I found myself in the woods in the middle of the island. I had known there were trees on Belle Isle, but I had no idea that there were trails that threaded their way through these woods. The serenity was beautiful, and really gave me peace of mind and I felt as though I was one with nature. It was probably one of the most enjoyable race runs I've ever had.

As I approached the finish line, the music and cheering thrust me back into reality one last time. I crossed the line in a respectable 3 hours and 17 minutes. Not my best time in an Olympic distance, but nothing that I'm ashamed of, especially because of lack of training lately. To my surprise, something that I never thought would happen did as a result of my efforts today. I had registered in the Athena category, and actually took third place in this group!

Overall, it really was an awesome day and a fantastic race that gave me the opportunity to get lost in memories and lost in the moment. Who knew that Belle Isle, in Detroit, Michigan, could have offered up that for me.

Thanks for the memories, both the old and the new.

The Wind Beneath My Wings -- A Gulf Coast Triathlon Race Report

2009-05-17T22:25:00.017-04:00

Blink.

Another Team in Training race season has come to an end.

The phenomenon of how fast time flies has always intrigued me. We see this in our careers, in our children, in our pets, in ourselves. As I type this, I look over to my beautiful cat of 17 years, and feel like it was just yesterday that I brought her and her sister home.

The past six months of training, fundraising, and preparing for this race didn't go at a snail's pace either. It's hard to believe that the half Ironman that the team and myself had been training for so hard all winter has now come and gone.

This was a difficult season for me, and admitting that isn't easy either. At times, I felt almost defeated. There were even times that I actually wanted to quit. I'm really glad I didn't. In fact, this season taught a few things. It taught me that it's okay to lean on friends, to ask for help if I need it. It taught me the power of support, knowing that with that and God's love, anything can be accomplished. It taught me how to keep my priorities straight, to keep my focus. Much like how one approaches race day.

Ahh yes, race day. A day that I won't soon forget. My team and I headed down for Panama City last weekend to participate in this 70.3 mile long triathlon on behalf of Team in Training.

There were only a few of us who had participated in any race of this length before (me being one of them). I felt lucky in that respect because I was able to recall the extreme heat from the the Florida 70.3 Half Ironman event I participated in the year before. Mentally, I was prepared. Though I didn't train as diligently as I would have liked, I went into this race with a sense of satisfaction knowing that no matter what the outcome, I am greatful for the journey. After all, I'm blessed to be able to do this at all, with good friends and for a good cause too.

Race day served up one element that I had never trained in, rough waters. Swimming is my strong point, and I looked at those waves on race morning with a confident sneer on my face. "I'll cut through the water like a knife," I thought. So when the horn went off and I headed into the sea for my 1.2 mile swim, I was downright pissed when a wave knocked me over as if I were a dead fish.

"Oh crap, my coach is watching me....

....wait, why the heck did THAT thought just cross my mind?

.....Who cares? FOCUS!"

I started to stroke again. Another wave came crashing into me, along with all of the doubt in the world.

"Why am I here again? Why did I ever think I could do this?"

These thoughts left me immediately frustrated. This is NOT the way I normally think, especially in a competitive environment. The whole experience took me by surprise.

I realized that I had never had training in big waves like that before. Whatever I was trying to do wasn't working, so I improvised so as to not exhaust myself. I ended up turning over and swimming on my back for a good 200 yards. I flipped back over to see if I could handle those waves any better, but it didn't seem to do much good. So back and forth I'd flip, backstroking and then freestyling, with an occasional breast stroke peppered in here and there. Quite a pathetic performance on the swim.

I looked around me and was happy to see that I wasn't the only person who seemed to have had a brain fart on how to swim. I pressed on, buoy after buoy, until I finally made the turn to head back into shore. It was only then that I was able to find my tempo and get a rhythm. I got a boost of confidence when I was close to shore and caught a wave, which carried me for a 10 second ride right up to the shoreline. I'm surprised I didn't look like a beached whale when it was all said and done. (As you can see by the photo below, I was elated to be done with this leg of the race.)

Once out of the water, I headed towards the transition area. Enter confidence booster number two. My transition position was as good as it could get, with my bike being the first row from the exit area, right next to the pros. I got my gear on, and headed out, knowing that I could make up time on the bike.

I picked up my pace, settled into a good speed, and then ker-PLUNK. My aero bottle, with my only source of liquid nutrition, fell off and right onto the road. After a quick, audible curse, I turned around, navigating myself around otehr cyclists, and got the bottle. I ended up screwing with it for about a minute or two, trying to adjust the velcro so that it stays put. At this point, one of the aero bottle's caps were broken and unrepairable (I had the dual compartment Profile Design), with the majority of my hydration having spilled out onto the road.

Thinking it's somewhat secure, I started out again. It wasn't 500 yards before the sonofabitch fell off again. I'm lucky it didn't get caught in my spokes. Knowing that I could get penalized four minutes for leaving abandoned equipment, I took my chances and made the decision to not turn around again.

Fortunately, I had decided the night before to attach an extra cage to my frame, just in case I needed it -- good thing. If I wouldn't have done that, it is probable that I would have had to scratch the race since I would have had no way to keep myself hydrated on the bike.

Despite the water bottle issue, my bike leg went rather well. I did have a strange thing happen at about mile 25. I made the mistake of breaking too hard with my rear break, which caused me to fishtail on a hairpin turn. I'm lucky that I didn't wipe out, but the sensation that this gave me was all but comforting. For the next 10 miles, I felt as though my back tire was going to wobble right off. I even pulled my bike over (AGAIN) so that I could do a full inspection. To this day, I'm not really sure if there was any mechanical issues going on during that time.

At mile 40 on the bike, I was starting to get BORED. There isn't much to look at on the bike portion of this course, other than passing cars, bikes, and trees. There was an occasional cloud, which was exciting. I was frustrated with the wind, and really needed a boost. Then, out of the blue, I hear a voice.

"ROOOOOOONEY!"

The music to my ears was none other than my friend Brian. He affectionately labeled my bike ROONEY when I had gotten it (partially due to the Pittsburg Steelers coach and partially because of the movie Ferris Bueller's Day Off). I was so surprised to see him, because I figured he had passed me long ago when I was screwing with that stupid water bottle. I later learned that Brian had a flat midway through the course, which is what had set him so far back.

He passed me on the bike, we exchanged a couple words of encouragement (including a "Go Blue" cheer for him out of respect), and he was off.

With new air in my lungs, I was able to finish the bike strong and head back into transition. After making a quick pitstop, I was off on my run. My strategy actually wasn't a run, but a run/walk. I had learned my lesson the year before to head out strong in this heat, so I decided to stick to a run five minute/walk one minute strategy. It seemed to work for me well. I took my time at the water stations, taking advantage of any ice that was offered. I put ice in my water bottle, in my hat, down my top. (So sue me, it was hot.)

I was keeping a decent pace up through mile ten, when the need to make a pit stop hit me. I'm not sure what I had done that caused this issue, but I'm thinking it was a combination of lack of liquid nutrition on the bike and bananas. Whatever the case, I had to make yet ANOTHER stop. I finally got to a porta-potty, only to have a runner squeek in there right before I could get to it. So I waited. And waited. And waited. He obviously had the same problem I did.

I finally had my turn, and was on the road one last time. As I passed mile 12, I noticed something familiar in the distance -- two tall, lean bodies with Team in Training uniforms on. As I ran closer, I realized that the two were none other than Brian and Pete, walking. A huge smile came to my face, and I ran as if I got injected with a shot of endorphins.

I caught up to the two fine men who I had started my Team in Training journey with back in 2007 when we all participated in the Nation's Triathlon. I asked them if I could have the priviledge of finishing along side them, and they welcomed me in as if I were family.

Despite Pete now dealing with an injured hip flexor and Brian nurturing an ankle that he had banged up due to a crash about a mile after he had passed me on the bike, both of them picked up their stride with about a half mile to go and were determined to run in the rest of the way.

My short little legs worked hard to keep up with them, but we were able to all keep the same pace. We passed the Team in Training tent and the "Go Team" chants that were emitting from it. It was nice to see so many familiar faces on the sidelines. As we approached the finish line, side by side, we all instinctively reached out to each other and held hands, as if we were making sure no one was left behind. The race announcer saw us coming, and announced our approach. "And here we have a group from Team in Training, coming in together! Pete Spender, of Bloomfield, Michigan...Brian Murphy, of Troy, Michigan...and Andrea Duncan of Grosse Pointe, Michigan."

The three of us, still holding hands, smiled and raised our hands up high as we crossed the finish line. Three steady beeps were heard through the air, indicating that our chip had been read and that our race was complete.

To me, the emotions that showed on our face and flowed in our hearts can't be described. I still get teary-eyed thinking of these moments, knowing that no one could have written a better ending for me that day.

Pete, Briand and I (and the rest of the team too) all had our challenges throughout the season, some small, some big, some life changing. All of us were in this together for our own reasons, and for a common one -- to help fight against blood cancers. And in the end, we ALL finished together.

To me, crossing the line hand in hand with friends represents all of the support that we have had from so many of you -- none of us could have crossed the finish line without that. You have been the wind beneath our wings, pushing us, supporting us, and believing in this mission. Thank you. for being with all of us, every step of the way.

My full plate.

2009-05-17T13:28:00.007-04:00

"Update your blog!" I hear from Bananaman. It's a comment that isn't meant to harp or pester, but simply to nudge, as a good friend would do. I'll always appreciate those nudges, especially because these last six months have dealt me up with an extremely full plate as if I had just been served up a heaping dish from the all-you-can-eat buffet of life.

Surely, with everything on my plate something is bound to drop on the floor. This blog is one, and my apologies to my dear friend Brian and anyone else who has checked this site so much more often than I have lately. Thanks for having patience in me, in holding me accountable. Moving forward, I can't guarantee that I'll keep my blog as updated as I once used to, but knowing that there is an occasional soul that checks in every once in a while does make a difference.

Keep on me, and I'll keep on posting. At the very least, I'll do my best to try and squeeze this in between meals.

Abducted by an Alien

2009-04-13T09:19:00.003-04:00

One nice thing about training for a big race is that you can incorporate a lot of little races in your training program to help you prepare for the big day.

A short while ago, I took advantage of a local race to do just that. The race is called the Martian Marathon, and I had signed up for the half. I must admit that I just chucked out loud to myself. Only two years ago, this girl could barely run a mile and a half, and my pace was about as fast as my dad's after his hip surgery. And here I am, choosing to sign up for a half marathon as a "warm up" fun event? HAHA. Ok, it's more than a chuckle now. I digress...

My goal for this event wasn't to just get the strange looking shirt and medal at the end of the event. It was a pulse-check to see how well I've been training for my half ironman in May. My fastest (what a subjective word) 13.1 distance run was around two and a half hours up until now, with a 3 hour half marathon time when I competed in last year's Florida Half Ironman. In other words, I had no expectations other than to finish today.

I arrived in Dearborn at around 6am to pick up my registration packet. The weather was brisk, and the sky had few clouds. Good thing, since heavy rains were predicted for later in the day. I got my packet and tuned into Pandora on my iPhone while I stretched. I found a great new channel that offered up a nice variety, based on the band The Postal Service.

As the time to begin the race grew closer, I made my way to the starting line. I saw one person I knew, my Team in Training run/bike coach, Mike. (Good thing, he probably doesn't think I practice much!) The weather had warmed up a couple of degrees, and expected to hit about 50 degrees or so later in the day. At first, I thought I was crazy for having wore my running shorts and not pants, but it proved later to be a great decision.

The start of the race had arrived before I knew it, and I was on my way, still enjoying my new found Pandora station.

Throughout the first half of the run, I felt strong. I was runnning between 10:15 and 10:45 minute miles, which is very acceptable in my mind. I hit the half way point, not having had to walk once yet. I usually have to walk for a bit somewhere between 8 and 10 miles into a run, so when I kept finding that I still had energy to keep up my pace, I couldn't believe it. The course was flat, but my run pace kept improving, especially during that 8th, 9th and 10th mile.

What gives? What's wrong with me? Why am I running so strong? What am I doing right? Ptth, it doesn't matter...just enjoy it, I thought. So I did.

Mile 11, I ran through the water stop. Mile 12, same. Mile 13 -- what, I'm almost finished, and I'm still feeling strong? And I hadn't had a mile where I ran over 11 minutes? I WAS abducted by an alien, because this type of performance is unheard of.

Before I knew it, I was finished. The volunteer put the finisher's medal around my neck, and a big smile came to my face. (Actually, a bigger smile came to my face.) I had done it. My first half marathon distance run that was truly a run with no walking. My overall time? 2 hours 17 minutes (an average per mile time of 10:28), a personal best by almost 15 minutes.

Was this the race I needed before my May event? You bet. It was a big confidence booster. Now, if I could only bring the Martians to Florida so they can abduct me for my Half Ironman!

Rechargeable Batteries are the Best Investment

2009-03-22T10:39:00.006-04:00

Do you ever have times when you just need to get away? It's easy to get caught up in the moment, or should I say the thousands of moments that comprise a day. Staying focused is a requirement, yet a challenge. Juggling everything gives a sense of accomplishment, especially when you are successful at it. But then there are those times of feeling overwhelmed, totally stressed, having the need to just get away.

Often, I can address this need by taking an hour out for myself and submersing myself in music, or perhaps a hot bath engulfed with bergamot-scented bubbles. A good bike ride or run does the trick too, or just cuddling up with my kids on the sofa and watching a good movie.

Perhaps sympathy has come into play for me now that I have reached the tender young age of 40. "You need to get away, just for a couple of days," my dad said. His translation? A vacation for one. Wow, that sounds nice, but totally unrealistic. All those thoughts come flooding back into my head again -- kids, household chores, bills, work.

STOP, he said.

Just stop and breathe, and refresh yourself. Go off on your own, and recharge your batteries.

So I took him up on the offer.

I'm sitting here in Bal Harbour, Florida, on the last day of my small little vacation. I turn my neck just a little bit and look out the 11th story patio, and have a beautiful view of the ocean; my own little world. There has been no agenda since I got here three days ago. My intention was to get caught up on work, but as luck would have it, I have been unable to get a connection on my computer until today. So what have I done? Nothing but recharge. I didn't think that I needed it, but I realize now how low my battery actually was. It was like I was running on fumes of an empty gas tank.

So what is the lesson? Take the time to invest in yourself every once in a while. It's not as selfish as I once thought. In fact, I think it's a pretty good investment, which will have a good ripple-effect for everyone and everything I interact with.

Thanks, Dad, for the suggestion.

Join the Madness, Join the Mission!

2009-03-16T11:18:00.001-04:00

Hello family, friends, and followers. For those who know me, you know that March is my favorite time of year -- it's not because of my birthday, and not because of St. Patrick's Day. It's MARCH MADNESS time! And this year, you have the opportunity to have a lot of fun and be a part of something special!

I invite you to join in the Team in Training NCAA Basketball Bracket Challenge. Even if you really aren't too into college hoops or don't think you are built for predicting winners, now is the time to get involved and have some fun and know that you are helping fight cancer at the same time.

What's in it for me? And where does the rest of the money go?

Each bracket entry fee is $25, with a maximum of 3, and all of the proceeds, minus the prize pay-out will benefit the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. Prizes will be 25% to the 1st place person, and 15% to the second place. The more people that participate, the higher the payout, so spread the word and tell all of your friends!

How Do I Get Started?

Simply donate via the PayPal button below. Shortly thereafter, you'll receive an email inviting you to the CBSSportsLine.com bracket site where you can setup your brackets. (Setting them up is easy, and often many people do just as well if they don't follow college basketball!)

How much time is left before the final buzzer?

The deadline to setup your brackets is 12:00 NOON EST this Thursday, March 19th, so sign up today! Please, invite your friends; increase the prize amount and help me meet my goal.

Thanks so much, and good luck with your brackets!!!!!

In case you were wondering if I was legal.

2009-03-16T10:58:00.002-04:00

Below is the formal letter from the Michigan Chapter of Team in Training, on behalf of the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. The letter serves as proof that I am indeed raising money for a good cause, and not trying to scam you in any way.

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March, 2009

This letter is to confirm that Andrea Duncan is serving as a volunteer for The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society, Michigan Chapter, and is eligible to collect funds on our behalf.

The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society is licensed with the state of Michigan as a
501 © (3) not-for-profit agency. Our mission is to cure leukemia, lymphoma, Hodgkin’s disease, and myeloma, and improve the quality of life of patients and their families. Andrea Duncan is a member of our Team In Training program and has agreed to raise a minimum of $4400 for the Society and train to complete a long-course triathlon. Please support Andrea’s hard work and efforts, on our behalf. Andrea's fundraising page is http://pages.teamintraining.org/mi/gctri09/andi.

For additional information on The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society or Team In Training program, please contact the Michigan Chapter at 248-581-3942 or 800‑456-5413.

Sincerely,

Tami Duquette
Campaign Director

Michigan Chapter 1421 E. 12 Mile Road, Madison Heights, MI 48071Tel: 248.581.3942 Toll Free 800.456.5413 Fax: 248.581.3902www.teamintraining.org/mi

My Biggest Uphill Climb Yet

2009-02-24T13:29:00.003-05:00

Here I am, a mere 73 days away from the first event of the season, the Gulf Coast Half Ironman. That seems like a long way off, but like a shadow in the light of day, the time is quickly fading away.

So am I on the right road of preparedness for this 70.3 mile challenge? I suppose it depends on who is asked. My coaches, mentors, teammates, friends, family, all think that I can pull it off. And if you catch me in the right moment, you'll see that I can drink that Kool-Aid too. I'm one of the lucky folks (I just knocked on wood) where I can head out with little preparation and get a good distance under my belt now, whether it's a swim, bike or run.

The biggest challenge that weights heavily on my mind right now is the challenge of meeting my fundraising goal of $5,000 for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society through this Team in Training program. I'm admittedly slow out of the gate with this effort. Normally, I send out some letters and do an event or two and I am able to reach my goal with little effort. This time, however, with the economy and the fact that pocketbooks have tightened up everywhere, raising these funds has been an growing challenge. There is a simple equation that solves this problem.

Time x Effort = Results.

As I physically prepare for a long, gruling physical challenge, I have found having to spend more time (a rare commodity for me nowadays) on creating events, outreach efforts, and awareness initiatives to help me reach my fundraising goal. Working on these projects, along with all of my other life responsibilities, makes for very full plate. On more than one occasion, I have been close to the decision of dropping out of training for this race because of this. I have decided, however, that instead of quitting, I’d see through my commitment and complete this last Team in Training race before I take a much-needed hiatus. As Winston Churchill once said, “Never, never, never give up.”

So, with 73 days to go, I know that I have a different battle, the battle of reaching my goal of raising $5,000 that I must conquer. It sounds easy, but this truly is the biggest uphill climb for me yet, and I'm looking for all of the tailwind that I can get that will push me over the top.

Are you one of the gusts that can help me get over this hill? I am hoping that you are. Come join me in my mission by making a donation on my Team in Training web page to the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society today -- and join in spirit as I compete in Panama City this May where your partnership will inspire me through to the finish line. Most importantly, know that you are helping all those individuals whose uphill battles make mine look like just a walk in the park.

When All the Walls Crumble, Just Look Up.

2009-01-25T12:53:00.006-05:00

Looking back on my life, I've learned that life has ebbs, and it has flows. There are great days, and there are crap days. And then there are days that are just there, where time passes by before we know it. Each day, each hour, offers an opportunity -- but I've learned that you have to know where to look for it.

It's been almost two weeks since I've worked out becauser there is so much going on...it's one of those times where the tide is out, and I have a considerably higher amount of stress than normal. I have a lot going on in my life -- the joy and dedication to my awesome children, the emotionally draining process of a divorce, a demanding yet most enjoyable job, and yes, training and fundraising for this upcoming race. I am wondering if I can keep it all together.

I woke up today more stressed out than I have been in a while. My mind has been racing for the last few days -- logistics, bills, taxes, practice, fundraising (which I am way behind on, certainly due to the rough economic climate right now), work, a failed marraige, house chores...how could I make my mind stop racing? How can I make it through all this? So I opted to miss practice again this morning. Instead, I went to the one place (besides my childrens' smiles) that gives me my center -- church (God).

Today, pastor Dave Wilson (the pastor for the Detroit Lions) spoke. I always enjoy hearing him talk, he's a funny guy. He started out the service blaming himself for the Lions' 0-16 record this year. He was saying that besides saying prayers with the Lions before the games, he had also recently been asked to hold prayer for the school his son would soon go to, as well as his alma mater, Ball State...both times, they lost their games, so his conclusion was that it must be him. (Oh Dave how I wish it were that simple!)

Anyways, I always enjoy going to church, especially when my heart is beating unusually fast due to stress. I'm a pretty good poker player and often people don't know how stressed I can get, but I am human and sometimes I can't hide it. This morning was one of those times. I'm thankful that I know where to look to set me straight...I look up.

Service, once again, released a ton of stress for me, and I'm thankful. For me, it's like a massage for the soul. My kids enjoy service too, and I'm grateful for that as well. I'm feeling more centered now. I recognize that I need to make sure that I pay close attention to everything on my plate. This upcoming week will be one of the most challenging weeks that I've had in a very long time, and so all training must again go on the back burner.

I look foward to getting back on the saddle when I can squeek in a bit of free time to do so. I'm looking forward to the time that the tide changes, and things aren't so stressful. That time will come (just like knowing that there will be a time when Lions will someday win a game again). In the meantime, I'm glad I have something to fall back on when those walls feel like they are caving in around me. I have my family and their good health, my friends, my teammates, and oh yeah, the big guy upstairs. Thank God.

Have a great day, everyone. And don't forget to look up, it beat's looking down any day of the week.

My Dilemma and How You Can Help

2009-01-18T21:27:00.010-05:00

In just a few weeks, I will be turning 40. Historically known as the mid-life of a human being, I did something crazy, or so some may say. No, I didn't go and buy a shiny new convertible that I can zip around town with. No, I didn't quit my job and decide to follow some dream of becoming an artist. No, I didn't jump in the sack with some hot Ken doll of a man.

I bought a bike.

A bike, you say? Yes. A beautiful, sleek, smooth fantabulous bike like no other I have ever had. It's a triathlon bike, and it rides like "buttah." Traditional cyclists call it strange looking, but for me and my teammates, we call it beautiful. It's eye candy, this bike, and I don't regret one penny that I spent on it.

However, I'm in a dilemma. You see, I'm one of the weird ones...I've always named the bikes I race on. (OK, I've only had one before now, and her name is Elly -- after my grandmother who fought multiple myeloma.) This bike was purchased for the same reason, to ride in triathlons so that I may honor those who have battled the long haul of having a blood cancer.

So here I am, with this kick-ass piece of fine machinery, and it needs a name. I have a few recommendations from friends and teammates, but nothing has quite pushed my buttons in the right way yet, so the search for the perfect name goes on.

Therefore, I place my trust in you. Now through January 29th at 6pm EST, I am putting the naming rights up for auction on eBay, and the highest bidder gets to name this beautiful bike. The name will be permanently painted on the seat post of my bike, and will remain there forever. If you are a business and you want to promote your brand, it's yours if you sport the highest price. If you are a person and you want to be the one to name this bike, again, it's yours if you are the highest bidder.

I LOVE THIS BIKE, and will be using it for many years to come, in many triathlon races. As the highest bidder, you can take pride knowing that 1) you contributed to a good cause and 2) your legacy will live on for a long time.

Thanks for your consideration, and thanks for your help!

Mission 2009 -- A reflection on why I do what I do.

2008-12-30T18:48:00.006-05:00

2009. A year of renewal, a year of growth. This video shows why I can't help but be active with the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society.

I'm thankful to be able to help this awesome cause once again. In 2009, one of my resolutions once again is to raise $5,000 for everyone who is fighting blood cancers. My intention is to reach this goal by my 40th birthday (March 5). Please join me in my quest by donating directly to LLS on my personalized web page -- it's a great way to start the new year right.

On behalf of all of those who have fought blood cancers and for those who are just starting the battle, THANK YOU. Your help DOES make a difference!

My Glorious Feet

2008-12-26T12:47:00.000-05:00

When it comes to physical beauty, everyone has a unique attribute about them that sets them apart from the pack. Some people are blessed with beautiful hair. Others may boast about their great smile. And then you have the folks that rake in the dough as a foot model by having beautiful feet.

I'm not one of those people.

Those who know me have certainly heard me make a comment or two about my glorious feet. Ok, I'm blessed to have feet, not to mention the ability to actually use them. I accept that and am grateful. However, the genes don't work in my favor when it comes to these ole boats of mine. Here's a "run-down" on the history of my feet.

At the age of 5 --
I already had a hard time finding shoes because my feet were so wide.

At the age of 10 --
I had the feet of an old lady. My bunions were already forming and looked strikingly similar to those of my 80 year old grandmother.

At the age of 15 --
I was fit with custom orthodics in my shoes. I had to endure regular physical therapy sessions after experiencing intense pain in my bunion area when ski racing.

At the age of 20 --
I was now in constant pain. It would take me two weeks just to break in a new pair of shoes. I could only wear them for one hour at a time and if I went longer than that, I could barely walk. Often, I'd spend the rest of my day crawling if I had no other choice but to wear new shoes for long periods of time.

At the age of 25 --
I decided to undergo bunion surgery, one foot at a time, in an attempt to improve the quality of life. This resulted in me being on crutches for 1/3 of the year (I sported a non-weight-bearing cast for 8 weeks on each foot) and three screws in each foot. Best move I ever did (fast forward 15 years).

At the age of 40 --
Now that I'm into this triathlon and running stuff, all of these miles definitely take a toll on these feet of mine. In the last year and a half, my feet have swelled up so much during a long ride that they have felt like they will explode right out of the shoe. The medial plantar nerve that runs from the middle of my toes up to the base of my heel is often so inflamed during the week that I can not wear high heals to work. Thanks to the countless blisters and almost a handful of toenails fall off after a long run. Not all is lost though. Because of this, I no longer feel compelled to wear open-toed shoes, thus saving money in expensive pedicures and nail polish. As for a foot massage? Well, let's just say that there isn't a line forming outside my door...

Is this all really worth it? You bet.

In the end, I really do consider myself lucky that I have the physical ability to do the things I do. Throughout my life, it has been my feet that have posed the most challenge on any sports activities. Since the surgeries, though, things aren't too bad. I don't have to endure half as much pain as I used to have to go through, and I am able to find shoes that fit (at least most of the time).

Most importantly, I'm blessed to have the ability to race for a cause, raising money to help those who have to endure much more than I ever have. Knowing that I am able to help those in need makes it all worth while.

I'm so thankful for my glorious feet.

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Follow the latest chapter of my love affair as I train for the Gulf Coast Half Ironman. All proceeds I raise for this event will benefit the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. You can help support my cause by visiting http://pages.teamintraining.org/mi/gctri09/andi

My Admitted Love Affair - A True Confession

2008-12-08T12:53:00.005-05:00

There comes a time in one's life when there is no sense in trying to hide the obvious. As hard as I've tried to suppress my feelings, I cannot go on without shouting this news from the rooftops.

I'm having an affair. You should have known it by all of the signs.

I've left the house as early as 6am;
I venture out to various locations, enjoying the variety of each scene;
I enjoy dips in an nearly secluded body of water;
I regularly buy new clothing to look good;
I watch what I eat to help increase my performance;
I enjoy the fact that I have built up endurance;
I complain of being sore after a long ride;
I take a shower soon after I get home...

Somebody stop me.

I must give in, I must confess.

I am in a full-fledged love affair with the sport of triathlons. I tried to cut ties with this relationship when I trained for a marathon, but all throughout the time I was running for the Dublin Marathon, I couldn't wait to go back to my true love. Triathlons are my drug, my addiction. I get such a high when I partake in them.

Up until a few weeks ago, it has been many months since I've jumped in a body of water or gotten on the saddle of my bike. I've been running, but the calling of the sport of triathlons cannot be suppressed any longer.

Like an addict being offered the most purest of drugs, I was presented the opportunity to sign up for a half Ironman through Team in Training (the original facilitator of this relationship). Yes, it's my fourth event with this program. That, too, is an addiction. The sense of accomplishment after fundraising, training, and partaking in a race for this program is beyond words, much like the love affair that evokes feelings that are indescribable. The impact all around is fantastic.

So I admit it, and I have no shame in doing so. I LOVE TRIATHLONS. I won't ever suppress my feelings for the sport again.

See you in the pool tomorrow, sweetie.

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Follow the latest chapter of my love affair as I train for the Gulf Coast Half Ironman. All proceeds I raise for this event will benefit the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. You can help support my cause by visiting http://pages.teamintraining.org/mi/gctri09/andi

My Secret to Running a Marathon (My Dublin Marathon Race Report)

2008-11-03T08:38:00.009-05:00

It was October 27, 2008. The day had come, the day of the 2008 Dublin Marathon.

It was 6am when my iPhone sang Little Less Conversation to me, a song my roomie and I had chosen the night before to get us out of bed and get the blood pumping. I had mentally tricked myself into thinking that I had slept in. (After all, it was only 2am in Michigan, and I hadn't quite adjusted to the time change.) I came off a rather solid night of sleep, despite the drunken songs by local Irishman that were flooding through my window from the pub just outside my hotel window.

Slowly, methodically, Katie and I started our pre-race rituals. For me, my highest priority was turning on the tunes. Nothing can lead me away from a case of the nerves better than music. There were a lot of things I needed to bring with me on this day. I went through my checklist to make sure I wasn't forgetting anything. 7 strawberry-sanana PowerBar gels. Check. 1 peanut butter Clif bar. Check. 1 hydration running belt. Check. 2 full water bottles (attached to belt). Check. 1 application of Body Glide to various areas of the body (applied before leaving). Check. 1 iPod (stacked with 94 preset songs for the run). Check. 1 windbreaker jacket. Check. All set. OH, and 1 camera. Check.

We met the rest of our team in the lobby, and headed outside and made our 1 mile walk to the starting line.

The luck of the Irish was in the air, because this was the best day as far as weather goes since our team arrived in Dublin. It had been extremely windy, overcast, and often rainy up until today. This morning was different though, starting out at a brisk 35 degrees with the forecast that the temperature would creep up to the mid 50s by mid-day. The clouds had cleared and the sun was shining. Perfect running weather.

Kate and I dropped off our race bags (which housed our warm clothes that we would use after the race). We chuckled to ourselves as we passed the make-shift bathrooms that were set up for the men -- trailers with doors that none of the men really bothered to close. (Male confidence at its best?)

We soon found ourselves at the starting line, along with over 10,000 of our closest friends. Huddling up with that amount of people made the temperature much more bearable.

Whenever I'm in a setting surrounded by people, I fall into one of my favorite pastimes, peoplewatching. There were all sorts of people here today, and amazingly, there were people I actually recognized from an International Breakfast Run event that I had participated in the day before. There was a gent with spray-painted orange and red hair, who was the group cheerleader for his fundraising group. There was JoAnne, a wonderful lady who who was from the Long Island Team in Training group. JoAnne and I had met the day before as well, and had in fact traded shirts (a ritual that is enjoyed by participants of the International Breakfast Run).

Not surprisingly, there were new characters to observe as well. There was a man in an afro wig, dressed up in red- and black-striped garb. He was "walking" his stuffed animal poodle. (I'm not sure what his cause was, if he was running for a cause at all.) And then there was Arthur the Toucan. Arthur is well known in Ireland -- he is the old mascot for Guinness Beer. Not far away was his sidekick, Grant the Guinness Pint. Seeing these two gave me my focus. It was at that moment that I decided that my mission was to simply keep up with the beer and the bird.

Before I knew it, the crowd was moving like a school of herring gliding through the water. We were off; there was no turning back now. I did what I have learned to do so well -- start off slow and find my pace early. I knew that there was no race more important than this one to stay disciplined.

With only a mile in, I realized that I may never again be in Dublin. Why was I here? I knew that my main reason was to support the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. I knew that I was here to partake in this crazy notion of running a marathon. But as I was running, it hit me. I wasn't interested in my finishing time. I was interested in Carpe Diem. Seize the day.

My focus suddenly shifted from the race to the scenery. I looked up from the street to what lay ahead, and I saw a beautiful landmark (the Spire). I pulled out my pocket camera and took a picture. This was the first of numerous photos that I would take along the way.

Mile after mile, I made a point to enjoy my surroundings. I was like a sponge, and I wanted to soak up as much of this Irish landscape as I could.

Mile 10 passed. Mile 20 passed. Hours passed. And every time I looked inward to guage how I was feeling, I was amazed to find myself doing something I had never done on a run before. I was smiling. In fact, I was almost laughing. Was this the runner's high that everyone had talked about? Or was I just losing my mind? I didn't think so.

As the miles passed, I also witnessed things that I'm certain many of the runners missed along the way. I saw beautiful deer walk just few hundred yards from me, as if I was in a nature preserve. I heard the sound of a soothing bubbling river which I found only after following a path that took me away from the course. I smelled the autumn season that was knocking on Dublin's door, emitted from the fallen leaves that scattered the pathways that guided me. I felt the love of God in my heart as I ran by the majestic, awe-inspiring churches that had been built centuries before I stepped foot on this beautiful earth.

I was also blessed to make conversation, and even friends, along the way. I met three delightful ladies from South Africa. I ran with the Long Island TNT group for a while. And I met John, a man from England who had just finished his first Ironman race. He and I ran in together. I kept pace with him as he'd run 500 yards, then walk 500 yards. I could have run past him, but the conversation was just too good as we talked about his Ironman experience, and my Ironman dreams.

By the end of the race, my legs hurt, my knees ached, my feet were swollen. Honestly, though, I had forgotten to focus on all of that because I was living through my other senses, not that of pain. As I crossed the finish line, you guessed it, I was smiling. My reasons to smile were now infinity plus 1. I had finished a feat that I once thought was impossible.

There was certainly an infinite amount of reasons to smile on this day, I was just fortunate enough to have captured 76 of them in pictures. To me, that was infinitely more enjoyable than striving to beat a time that I likely wouldn't be able to recall if you asked me about it years from now.

Will I do another marathon? My body, especially my feet, say no. But because of my experience on this day, and the incredible journey I have been on to get to this point, my answer isn't set in stone. In fact, I already visualize doing another marathon someday. I just need to make sure to bring my secret weapon -- my senses and my camera -- along for the run.

(Want to see pictures of my journey? See my post, 26.2 Miles in Photos)

26.2 Miles in Photos

2008-11-02T16:58:00.007-05:00

Hi everyone, I am working hard to get my blog updated so that I can provide you a full race report. I got many of my pictures uploaded. Instead of spending a ton of time uploading them here, I invite you to view them on my Flickr account. I even assigned photos to where I was when I was actually IN the marathon, so that you can visually follow along. Here's a link to the map with pics. I suggest you either view the map either by Hybrid or Satellite view. Then it will be easier to visualize.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/82955866@N00/map?&fLat=53.32&fLon=-6.2434&zl=6&order_by=recent

If you'd rather just see a slide show of what I have uploaded so far, then click below. Make sure to have the "info on" option selected so that you can see the photo descriptions. The photos in this batch are from the ENTIRE trip, not just the marathon.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/82955866@N00/sets/72157608555679072/show/

Please check back soon -- I hope to have all of my reports and photos up within the next week. Thanks! -Andi

Hello from Dublin!

2008-10-26T12:41:00.002-04:00

Hey everyone! I finally was able to find a place to hop online and give you an update. (Be forewarned, this may be the only post until I return.)

Our team made it to Dublin safe and sound, after a long, long journey from Michigan. It took us almost 12 hours to reach Dublin from Detroit (we had to go through Chicago first). I barely slept on the plane, though the ride wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. I was happy to know the weather forecast for Dublin ahead of time, because our approach in was BUMPY. We had to land in 45 mph winds (I didn't know planes could do that). We did circle around Dublin for a while before landing, just to "wait for the winds to die down a bit". I'm glad I like rollercoasters, because I felt like I was on New York, New York's coaster in Las Vegas (hands down the bumpiest ride I've ever been on). For once, I felt that the applause was well deserved when the passengers clapped after our safe landing.

Despite the fact that I only got 3 hours of sleep in the last 24 hours, I was able to enjoy Dublin a bit on the first day we got here. Granted, the weather was crap on the first day. Those blustery winds, rain and 45 degree weather doesn't make for a nice walk in the park setting. Some of us still found things to do, and I think we made the day as nice as we could have.

The food here is incredible. Everyone said how unique it is, and they are right. I got pizza as a first meal, and it was to die for. Of course, the beer is good too. I have stayed away from Guinness though, I'm boycotting it as long as I possibly can. (I'll fold when I take the factory tour, only because they give you free beer there.)

It is Sunday at 4:30pm now, and I'll be heading to the TNT pasta party soon to do some final carb-loading before the race tomorrow morning. It has been an enjoyable day today, with the weather being much more mild (mostly sunny and a gentle breeze of around 20-25mph).

We ran in the international breakfast run this morning, an"Irish 2 mile" run (which is actually a 3K). It was really cool listening to all of the people around me, talking in different languages. I really enjoyed it. We all gathered in a fabulous exercise facility afterwards (I'll post pictures later), which had an Olympic 50 meter pool, a huge rock climbing wall, and of course, a full bar and dance floor. What exercise facility can go without that in Ireland!?

The runners were treated to an authentic Irish dance performance after our run, as well as other wonderful Irish musicians. It was a real treat.

We also had a shirt swap with other athletes. I ended up trading with a nice lady named JoAnn. She is from New York, and she gave me a triathlon shirt from a NY race she had done over the summer. I, in return, gave her one of my TNT Michigan jerseys. (Scott, your PMV logo is now displayed proudly on a NY resident.)

My roomie and I spent the rest of the day just walking around and shopping. I think I did more damage to my wallet than my feet, but hey, that's okay.

Tomorrow is the big day, and I'm not really that nervous. It's more that I'm in denial, I think. I probably won't believe I'm doing it until after I cross the finish line. I've honed in on my goal, to run in under 6 hours. That's not aggressive at all, but depending on the sights, I am planning on stopping to take pictures in this supposed marathon I'm running in. (Did I mention I was in denial?)

The race will take place at 9am tomorrow morning (4am Michigan time). Just think, when you are driving to work, I'll be "running to work". I figured out last week that from door to door, it takes me just over 26 miles to get from my home to work. At least I'll have a good visual picture to work with. The people who will pass me will be the cars on I-696. I'll be jamming to the tunes while I'm in route. I just hope that I don't get a flat tire. If I do, I'll just have to stop, rest, change my thought process, and start once again -- because I am determined to finish this thing, no matter how many pot holes I have to overcome.

It's likely that I won't be able to log back on until I get back into the states, so you'll just have to sit tight to wait for the results. Until then, thanks again for all of your support in my journey getting here. I couldn't have made it without the encouragement from so many of you.

Cheers from Dublin!

Just the facts, ma'am.

2008-10-15T18:30:00.007-04:00

Fact #1) I'm so blessed to have my good health, my supportive family and friends, and a great place to work to be able to pull off training for -- not to mention participating in -- this special event on behalf of Leukemia & Lymphoma Society.

Fact #2) I don't like running any more than I did when I started training for this marathon.

Fact #3) My feet are a mess. And I haven't been running half as much as I should be. Open toed shoes are NOT an option for me right now, thanks to toe nails that have either fallen off, are falling off, or are just black. That's just nasty.

Fact #4) Blame it on work, life, or laziness, but I'm just not as good about keeping this blog updated as I used to be!! Thanks to all of you for staying on me to keep this up to date!

Fact #5) I'm in denial that my marathon event in Dublin, Ireland is coming up FAST! (I leave on October 24 and the event is October 27!)

Fact #6) I have strayed far, far away when it comes to following my run schedule. Though I successfully completed my 20 mile training run four weeks ago (miracles do happen), I had run only 4 miles in the last three weeks prior to that, and probably around 25-30 miles total since then.

Fact #7) My teammates and coaches will likely vote me most prone to injury (or perhaps most crazy) because of fact #6.

Fact #8) With my third Team in Training event almost behind me, it's with high probability that I'll do another event soon. Doing another marathon, though, is unlikely. You life-long runners are crazy. Triathlons rule.

Fact #9) I have reached my fundraising goal for this latest event! My TNT page reports that I'm at $3,648.05, and in reality the amount is $4,948.05 (after applying my mentor credit from the St. Anthony's event last season). This amount exceeds the goal of $4,500 by almost $500!! THANK YOU!

Fact #10) In my last year and a half of fundraising, thanks to all of you, your donations have helped me raise over $17,500 collectively since I got involved with the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society last May. This is HUGE!!! Whether you gave a dollar or a thousand, PLEASE FEEL GOOD ABOUT MAKING SUCH AN AWESOME IMPACT IN THE FIGHT AGAINST CANCER!

Though we're collectively making great strides in the hunt for a cure, we all still know people battling blood cancers and it would be awesome to someday live in a cancer-free world. Let's all keep on going...and maybe, just maybe, that vision will someday become reality.

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About my next post: My next post will likely be when I get back to the U.S. after the Ireland trip. Make sure to sign up as a blog subscriber through the RSS feed on the right to get real-time notifications when I make a post! Or, you can just be old-fashion and stop on by when you feel like it. That's cool too. I hope to have a good report upon my return!!!

The Final Five and the Last Hurdles

2008-09-21T20:59:00.005-04:00

Five weeks from now, I will be in one of the most beautiful countries in the world. I'll be surrounded by smiling faces, the greenest of grasses, and beer galore. No, I won't be visiting Michigan State University's campus. I'll be in Dublin, Ireland competing in my first ever marathon. (It all sounds great up to the marathon part with exception of running past the Guinness Brewery.)

The Dublin Marathon will be the third event that I have done with the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society's Team in Training program. I am getting excited for this trip, but I'm even more excited to know that I am nearing another goal that is near and dear to my heart. Since I started with the Team in Training program in May of 2007, I've finished two Olympic distance triathlons with the team. When this event is over, I will have raised over $15,000 for this incredible cause. Think about that for just a moment.

To side track for a moment, here are some examples of where this money is invested:

$1,000: Assists in the organization of dozens of Michigan support groups (and hundreds throughout the country) , education programs for patients, and contributions to Society sponsored blood cancer research. (Click here to read the latest on last month's breakthroughs too! http://www.leukemia-lymphoma.org/all_page.adp?item_id=526216)
$500: Provides a leukemia, lymphoma or myeloma patient with financial aid to support medical treatment and to travel to medical appointments for one year.
$500: Allows (10) patients to logon to a webcast and hear the latest information in treatment for their disease.
$250: Provides a Family Support Group for one year.
$150: Will train (6) survivors to make First Connections with a newly diagnosed patient.
$100: Helps supply laboratory researchers with supplies and materials critical to carrying out their search for cures.
$75: Average cost of tissue typing to become a bone marrow donor.
$50: The cost of a co-payment for a CT scan.
$40: Will educate (4) school employees on how to ease the transition back to school for a child with cancer.
$35: Will purchase (12) Charlie Brown DVD’s to explain cancer to pediatric patients.
$25: Covers a single prescription co-payment.
$5: The cost of sending a newly diagnosed patient a packet which includes information about their specific disease and support.

As far as my personal goals, I'm close but I'm not there yet. I still have that final stretch of training, and more importantly, the final stretch of fundraising. Here are some ways you may want to join in on the fun.

Upcoming Fundraiser on Friday, September 26 at Cold Stone Creamery
I'm so humbled to announce that my dear friends and co-workers at Automation Alley have organized a fundraiser at Cold Stone Creamery next Friday, September 26th. (A special shout out to Danielle and Alysia!) From 4pm to 8pm, Cold Stone will donate their profits to Leukemia & Lymphoma Society on my behalf. I will also be there giving away beads for donations if people would like to donate without all the calories, or simply donate a little extra.

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I hope you can make it!

Jump Into the Mission and Donate
If you can't make it on Friday but you still want to help me in my last big push to meet my fundraising goal this time around, please visit http://pages.teamintraining.org/mi/dublin08/aduncan to donate online. If you don't wish to contribute online, please make your donation payable to "The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society" and send it to:

Automation Alley
c/o Andrea Duncan
2675 Bellingham
Troy, MI 48083

Thank you to EVERYONE for your past and/or future support!!!!! It may take me some time to get all of those thank you cards out (I know I'm behind already), but please know that I do appreciate everyone's help on this, more than you know. I'll keep updating up to the week of the race and beyond, so check back often!

Many hugs,
Andi

Celebrating a fundraising success, pondering a training setback.

2008-09-21T11:56:00.004-04:00

This week, I've felt my body slowly take a turn for the worse as it has combated a slow-moving chest cold. Usually for me, a cold comes on quick, and it doesn't last long. This time, however, it settled in the chest from the beginning and has hung on for dear life. I've felt it for four or five days now, and it doesn't seem to want to leave anytime soon. Because of this, I haven't gone out of my way to run because of it. It sounds like another exuse, but I'm considering a word from the wise; my coach Anne (from last season). She always said that if the cold is above the shoulders, it's okay to run. If it's below, be careful. It could only make things worse.

I want to go out and run today. I'm behind on my training again and I'm getting ancy. I have my 20 mile run next weekend, and in only 6 weeks, the marathon that I've been dreading will be upon me. Maybe I'll start slow with a couple of miles, and decide from that point if I should move on.

On a lighter note, I went out to the MSU/Notre Dame football game yesterday to "pimp some beads" for my fundraising efforts. I give them away for donation, and that usually is a success. I wasn't able to focus on this as much as I did last year, mainly because my family was with me and I couldn't cover as much ground. I did bring in shy of just $400, which nets out to $270 after my expenses. I have a few weeks to go before my October 6 fundraising deadline, and a bunch of beads left, so I'll give it a go again soon. Besides, if I am not able to run due to this chest cold, I may as well be productive through my fundraising!

If you would like to support my fundraising efforts and donate to the Leukemia & Lymphoma society, please visit my fundraising page http://pages.teamintraining.org/mi/dublin08/aduncan. Every little bit helps, and every penny is GREATLY appreciated. I need to reach this goal by October 6. Thank you!!

I don't think the heavy stuff is coming down for a while yet.

2008-09-14T19:42:00.005-04:00

This was a challenging week for me with regards to training. Though I was able squeek in three miles before work one day, after work board meetings, networking events, or cherished family time kept me back from any other runs.

Friday night was our Automation Alley gala awards, a black tie affair. It was an amazing event as always, and provided a first for me as I was able to experience it for the first time as an Alley employee, and not simply as a member. I stayed until the very end to help clean everything up, and that made for a late night.

Saturday morning, I woke up at 6:30 to rain, and realized that I wouldn't make practice in Royal Oak (a scheduled 18 mile run at 7:30). My decided to get some miles in later. I went back to sleep until 11am (which probably is the first time in this millenium that I've slept in that late, and I'm not exagerating).

Saturday night, I had another black tie affair I had to attend. I went with my prior boss, Scott, who chose to be the designated driver. Let's just say I took advantage of that and had myself a couple cocktails. (Don't worry, I didn't do any dancing on the tables.) Being that the event was an hour away, it made for another late night.

It is now Sunday. I woke up late (8am this time). I was pretty tired from the night before, and just hung around the house with the family. In the mid afternoon, I got an email from my friend Alex (the guy who I did the Florida Half Ironman with). He emailed that he had just finished the Tawas Half Ironman, and WON THE WHOLE THING by 11 minutes, all while racing in that rain. I am just so proud of him, he has worked very hard to get where he is at.

After that inspiring note, I looked outside at the downpour (there was now a flood warning for our county), and realized that I have to get off my tail and run...rain or shine.

Left: My good friend and great motivatorAlex Gonzalez, 30, of Ortonville was the overall winner of the Half Ironman distance during the inaugural Tawas Bay Triathlon Festival Saturday in East Tawas. Rock on, Alex!!! (Photo credit: John Morris)

I got my gear on, looked outside at the sideways rain, and changed my mind (and then changed my clothes). I got mad at myself for wussing out, and got geared up again. I went through this three times until I finally kept my running gear on and walked outside. My rationale was that it's likely that Ireland will be raining when I race, so I'd better get used to it.

I finished my short little 4 mile run in the downpour. I kept a keen eye out for electrical wires or falling branches, but the worst thing that happened was small twigs falling on my head.

Running in the rain actually felt really good. I enjoyed not having to navigate around the puddles and just running right through them. I enjoyed the refreshing stiff wind blowing in my face, though it made me feel like I was running up a big hill when it was against me. I enjoyed having the sidewalks all to myself. And I chuckled at the faces looking at me through the car windows. I can only imagine what they were thinking. Probably something like "that girl is nuts". Maybe so, but I'm feeling better for having fulfilled my crazy idea of the day.

If you would like to support my fundraising efforts and donate to the Leukemia & Lymphoma society, please visit my fundraising page http://pages.teamintraining.org/mi/dublin08/aduncan. Every little bit helps, and every penny is GREATLY appreciated. I need to reach this goal by the end of Sepember. Thank you!!

A Personal Best, a Personal First, and a Glimmer of Hope

2008-09-07T19:44:00.026-04:00

Nothing like a unique experience at the local pit-stop.

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This weekend, I had the option of going to the MSU/Eastern Michigan football game. I also had an offer for U-M football tickets too. Both offers were tempting. After all, each choice would result in me missing yet another Team in Training group run.

Guilt and reality, however, have pretty much set in. I'm WAY behind on my training, as you know. So I passed on both sets of tickets, and met my team bright and early on Saturday morning in Royal Oak.

The weather was awesome. It was a brisk 63 degrees, perfect running weather. Our task for the morning? Run 16 miles. *gulp* I knew that was what I would have to do, though there was a lot of doubt. I had never ran over 13.1, and that was when I had raced my half Ironman all the way back in May. The only mental trick I could play on myself was that I had done that distance after a 1.2 mile swim and a 56 mile bike. I certainly could have enough energy today to go a meager 16 miles. (Sounds logical, right?)

I made sure to have enough nutrition for the road. After all, it would be along run since I'm so slow. (I figured around 4 hours should do it.)
The start of my runs are often slow. It takes me a while for my legs to wake up (which they usually do at around mile 4). Because of my 45 minute drive in, I hadn't gone to the bathroom in a while, so soon after I started, I ran by the park bathroom for a quick pit stop.

Locked.

Ok, there is a gas station down the street. Not my favorite choice, but when you have got to go, you have got to go. (Maybe I shouldn't drink a full coffee and Accelerade drink before heading out of the house...but I digress.)

I ran to the gas station, and found the bathroom door locked. I went in and asked if I need a key. "There is probably just someone in there," the attendant responded. Very well, I shall wait.

I headed back out and rounded the corner, when I saw the man leave from the bathroom, smoking a cigarette. "Great," I thought. Nothing like a bathroom that reeks of cigarette smoke. (Sorry, smokers, but bathrooms already smell bad enough, no sense in enhancing the unpleasantries.)

I reached for the handle to enter the unisex bathroom, and to my surprise, another man opened the door and exited the bathroom.

Well, that's not something you see every day.

But, I still had to go...ugh. Whatever those two men were doing behind this closed door, I didn't really want to know. I tried to imagine them just in there together and talking like girls would about the hottie they had seen at the bar the night before. That vision didn't work as I was jettisoned back into reality by the cigarette smoke still lingering in the air.

After one of my fastest bathroom stops ever, my eyes caught the glance of one of the men as I exited. He was shabbily dressed as if he had been out on the street for days, and it made me feel as though I was intruding on their world. "Yup, I am," I thought, and I started back on my run, feeling more uncomfortable than ever.

The great thing about running is that it clears your mind. I was in need for a brain cleanse, and after a few miles, the ordeal that I had just witnessed came to pass.

I completed my first lap of 8 miles in 1 hour 30 minutes (and that included the undesired bathroom break). I felt pretty good and was mentally ready for more. 1 hour 35 minutes later, I finished the second lap, completing the 16 mile mission. With only getting in 16 miles in within the last two weeks, I had just done 16 miles in one session -- my farthest run I have ever done in my life (and it took me only 5 minutes longer than the 13.1 mile leg of my half Ironman).

I think I just may be able to do this after all. My enthusiasm is up and I feel GREAT. If I can keep this up now, I think I'll be okay. I'll just be sure to steer clear of gas station bathrooms for a while.

By the way -- Please let me take this opportunity to shamelessly plug the fact that I'm behind on my fundraising and still need to raise $1100 more, so if you would like to donate anything at all to the Leukemia & Lymphoma society, please visit my fundraising page http://pages.teamintraining.org/mi/dublin08/aduncan. Every little bit helps, and every penny is GREATLY appreciated. I need to reach this goal by the end of Sepember. Thank you!!

Keep those prayers coming for Miss Vesna!

2008-09-03T21:37:00.011-04:00

Though it seems as though sometimes my posts focus on the things that I'm going through, my overall mission isn't about me. This whole blog is about the bigger picture -- the hope and dream to one day walk in a cancer-free world. Wouldn't that be unbelievable? No more watching loved ones suffer as they fight their battles. No more health care costs that rise so quickly due to doctors' visits, medicines and chemotherapy. It would be an amazing thing to witness.

Until then, though, we are all faced with reality that cancer does exist. We all know people who have fought this, I'm sure. One of my dearest honored heroes, Vesna Dublic, is still putting up an incredible fight after finding out just a year ago that she had stage-4 non-Hodgkins lymphoma. Her strength is amazing, and it is a reflection of her inner being, unshakable positive attitude and her love of life. She is indeed one of the most amazing people I know I will ever meet, and I'm truly blessed to know her.

Thankfully, I have permission from her family to post the latest report. (Well, I'm a little late in posting this...I should have done it last month, my apologies.) Below is a note from Vesna's daughter, Masha.

All,

I thought you might like to see these photos taken last Saturday (August 2, 2008.) For those of you who I didn't get a chance to talk to recently, Vesna is currently undergoing another set of strong chemotherapies. She is still very optimistic & willing to fight and she sends love and kisses your way.

Best,
Masha

Miss Vesna, we are all pulling for you! You are amazing, and really are a hero to me. Thanks for making such a huge impact on my life and the life of my girls. Keep on fighting, we're all sending good energy your way!!!

Scratching Not an Option for Dublin

2008-08-24T20:11:00.003-04:00

I'm four weeks into my new job, and I'm busier than ever. I'm keeping busy and am having a wonderful time meeting new people and working on my tasks at hand. It's not uncommon that I am putting in 11-12 hour days; not because I must, but because I do really enjoy what I do. That kind of day can be quite draining, though. When I combine it with the fact that I have two little girls at home that have to go to bed shortly after I get home, the running is put on the back burner. (Yes, you've heard this before. I haven't reviewed my last posts but I bet you'll find a reoccuring message here.)

Well, after reviewing everything on my plate last week, I decided to see if I could pull out of the marathon and transfer the funds I have raised to a future race. Normally I can do that, but I came to learn that too much time had passed. The ticket has been booked.

So here I am. I'm behind on my schedule, and am not up to the distance that I should be at this stage in the game.

Fortunately, I have a coach, Susan, who has been wonderful in really working with me in my challenge of working with the limited time that I now have. I saw Sue this past weekend when I went to Flint, Michigan with my DC TRI teammate Brian to race in the CRIM 10 mile run. (It wasn't too long ago that 10 miles was an inconceivable concept to me, virtually unreachable. Now, it's not an uncommon occurance. I'm still pinching myself when I say stuff like that.)

Aware of my situation, Sue ran along side me during this race and helped me develop a game plan so that I can continue the forward (yet slow) momentum. Her goal is for me to finish the race without injury. My goal is similar, though finishing injury free wasn't my highest priority. It was simply finishing. I'm thankful that Sue is there, as all Team in Training coaches have been, to set me straight.

By the way, I finished my race this weekend in 1:56 (and that included waiting in line for a bathroom break). It was a great event, and I quickly remembered how much fun it is to participate in stuff like that. I know I'll have fun in Dublin, and the best part is that it is all for a great cause.

A quick post

2008-07-28T21:42:00.002-04:00

Despite the fact that there were a few weeks where I only logged in one run, I (think) I'm back to a routine and will hopefully get myself on the advised schedule again in the next week.

I started my new job today and it may play an impact in that, but I am going to give it my best effort at the training. I admire those who run marathons on a regular basis. I think those of you who can do that are truly insane. As for me, my insanity is only temporary, I don't see this running thing becomming a habit. It's way too time consuming and honestly, not a ton of fun. (Sorry for the brutal honesty.)

However, I'm up for the challenge -- it's for those who fight against blood cancers. If they can fight that, then I can surely overcome my time constraints, motivation issues, or whatever else is thrown my way.

Keep sending me your good vibes...I'm really eating that up right now, I need every bit I can get.

Thanks.

P.S. I love my new job, even if I feel like I ran 12 miles today. *smile*

Oh, I've been running...

2008-07-05T07:22:00.002-04:00

The concept of time is so interesting to me. There are times in my life where it seems to pass me by slower than a snail on a Sunday stroll, and other times it seems to flash before me faster than the blink of an eye.

Here I am, already five days into July. I don't think I have ever let so much time go without posting something. Three weeks have past with no post, and unfortunately, little update on my training.

What's my excuse this time? Simply put, I've been running around being busy. Yes, I could have found time to post something, much less get in a few hours of running, but I had other fish to fry. PMV Technologies, where I currently work, just moved their headquarters a week ago, and that ate up a bit of my time. (Wow, I had NO idea how much goes into moving a business, not to mention all the stuff in my office!)

Spending more time with my kids in lieu of running has also been enjoyable for me. The long summer days make it more difficult to persuade a 4 and 6 year old that bedtime is right around the corner. Before I know it, I'm enjoying their efforts of procrastination as much as they are, and so I opt to seize the moment. After all, life DOES pass us all by much to quickly most of the time, right?

Don't worry, I'm going to get back in the game starting TODAY. I'm headed back in renewed, refreshed, and excited to really tackle this challenge of running a full marathon. I'm doing well in my fundraising for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society, thanks to so many of you. I'm up to almost $2100, and that is very exciting. I just love watching people pull together for a good cause. Now it's my turn to pull my weight and get back to training.

A Challenge for Change

2008-06-10T15:28:00.010-04:00

If everyone introduces a friend to triathlon,
imagine how this would change our country.

This wonderful ad was published in one of my triathlon magazines. I think it is one of the most powerful ads I've seen in a long time. The supporting article below is also from SBRshop.com. It's too good not to share...and hopefully it will make you think.

What if no one were fat?
By Shirley Skeel

Imagine a lean and healthy America: The savings on medical, fuel, food and other costs would be enough to give every U.S. household more than $4,000.

Editor's note: This is part of an occasional series on financial what-ifs.

In the United States today, 66% of adults are overweight. Almost 33% of adults are obese, and 4.7% are morbidly obese, or more than 100 pounds overweight. But . . .

What if nobody in America were fat?

We'd save billions of dollars in gas. Airlines would double their profits. A death of diabetes and other diseases would save billions of dollars more -- and put thousands of doctors on the street. McDonald's would sell not Big Macs but little steamed chicken snacks -- or watch its profits melt away. Productivity would rise, potentially creating tens of thousands more jobs or higher wages all around.

Add up the savings up on health, food, clothing and efficiencies, and you could buy a professional home gym for every U.S. household -- or hand each $4,270 in cash.

$487 billion in gas, sweat and stretch pants

Yes, it sounds a little wild, but the implications of a leaner, meaner country add up to a weighty $487 billion. That's almost 3.5% of gross domestic product, no small sum.

Mind you, only 1.8% of that is new growth. The rest is a radical shift in resources, away from the needs of our bigger citizens to . . . well, whatever we and our overlords would spend these extra billions on.

First, let's put the meat on that $487 billion. The estimates below assume the average American adult is at least 20 pounds overweight, a figure nutritionists see as fair.

Savings on fuel for cars and airlines due to their lighter loads would top $5 billion, according to industry studies. Researchers say each overweight driver burns about 18 additional gallons of gas a year, or just under a billion gallons altogether. Savings in the air are far greater: The jet-fuel savings alone could double North American airlines' forecast 2008 profits to $3.8 billion and maybe persuade them to stop stranding passengers because they can't afford the fuel for flights. As for oil imports, they'd be dented by less than 1%.
Plus-sized clothing costs 10% to 15% more, so shoppers would save $10 billion on shirts, pants and dresses. And clothes might fit better too. Cynthia Istook, an associate professor in textile apparel at North Carolina State University, says the economies of making fewer sizes would be tremendous. Clothing makers could then afford to offer more variety in hip and bust sizes, rather than asking every woman to squeeze into an hourglass shape.
Because 3,500 calories translates into a pound of fat, somewhere along the way, America's 227 million adults have eaten 16 trillion calories too many. That's 14 billion Big Mac meals, with fries and a soda. Eliminate those and you wipe out $81 billion, or McDonald's past four years of sales.
If Americans were slim and maintained their weight by eating 150 fewer calories a day (half a slice of pizza), that could snip roughly 6.5%, or $20 billion a year, off U.S. farmers' sales (assuming no extra exports). Bob Young, the American Farm Bureau's chief economist, says farmers would cope. They'd switch some land from fattening seed oils and sugar beets to fruits and vegetables. Or they might grow corn for ethanol, or even open a hunting resort.
The medical costs of obesity-related problems such as diabetes, stroke and heart disease run near $140 billion, or more than 6% of all health-care costs. That ballpark figure was calculated by Joel Cohen, an economic researcher for the Agency for Healthcare Research and Quality, using data from a 1998 Centers for Disease Control and Prevention study. Cohen reckons that if no one were fat, medical insurance costs would fall -- to everyone's delight -- and doctors and drug makers could do more preventive care. That sounds good, but Roland Sturm, a senior economist for Rand in Santa Monica, Calif., doubts anyone would pay for preventive care. More likely, he says, some doctors would be on the street. "They could drive cabs," he suggests.
Productivity in the workplace would jump as people took fewer sick days and spent less time at work feeling unwell. Ross DeVol, the director of health economics at the Milken Institute, says the loss of productivity due to people showing up at work sick is "immense." Using a recent Milken report on the subject, he calculates that if no one were obese, the added output from workers and their caregivers would give the country a $257 billion boost. That's 1.8% of GDP, enough extra output to allow businesses to hire tens of thousands more workers or to raise wages, economists say. Or at least, that's the theory. Given bosses' love of expanding their profits and their own pay, you can count on some of this being spirited away. Just look at 2000 to 2005, when worker productivity rose 16.6% while median wages rose less than half that amount.
"Jenny Craig would be very unhappy" if everyone were slim, says Rand's Sturm. And so she would, along with the rest of the $55 billion weight-loss industry. Trimmed-down citizens would be swapping their diet pills for bikinis and their gastric-banding for nose jobs.

What to do with all that money?

On top of these savings would be billions of dollars more. Manufacturers and builders wouldn't have to make doorways bigger, car seats wider, furniture stouter. Some even argue that global warming would slow a mite, as consumption of gas, energy, fertilizer and methane-producing cattle decreased.

Even without those extras, the $487 billion reshuffle of the economy would put us on the spot. Exactly how would we spend all this freed-up cash? Optimists sing about improving education or medical research. Others figure we'd fritter away the money.

It seems, in fact, that economists have a word for our usual behavior: suboptimal. That's what we do. We sub optimize. We think short term instead of long term, reducing our chances of living healthily and happily ever after.

So assuming we didn't behave like angels, the net effect on the economy of a slimmer population would be a lot of reshuffled resources, with a nice rise in productivity that should take our living standards up a notch.

The social gains are more difficult to predict. Research has shown that people who are not obese marry more, are paid more, are promoted more, sleep better and have better sex lives. We don't yet know whether people earn less because they're fat, or whether they're fat because they earn less. Researchers suspect it is the former because there's some evidence of discrimination against the obese.

Either way, a slimmer society would, arguably, seem to be more secure and content.

But, of course, then we have the awful question: Can we all be paid more and promoted more and marry more? Only to a limited degree.

Jay Zagorsky, a sociology researcher at Ohio State University, is convinced that society would adjust. We might lose an awful lot of people to pick on, but he concludes: "They will find something else. If it's not the size of your waist, it may be the size of your nose."

Grosse Pointe gone WILD!

2008-06-09T14:06:00.002-04:00

In this quaint Detroit suburb, there usually isn't a lot of excitement going on. Most of the time, the residents, as well as the area, is rather low-key. Occasionally, there will be something newsworthy that takes place. Sometimes it's a resident that makes the news. Other times, the news may focus on a historic event or landmark.

Last summer, Grosse Pointe made the news when one of the residents, my neighbor down the street, was attacked (along with his dog Sparty) by two pit bulls. He had been taking his trusted beagle for a walk and was about a half mile away from the house when the dogs charged at them from nowhere. The dogs focused on Sparty but my neighbor courageously pryed off the dogs, fighting with them until they gave up their quest and ran away.

Sparty was seriously injured and needed emergency surgery. Our neighbor miraculously walked away with only a few scrapes, a puncture wound, and a story that eventually made its way to our local television stations. It all could have been much, much worse.

After the attack that day, I decided to go get pepper spray for the times I run. I had always thought about getting some as a safety precaution (to protect myself from bad people), but I had never thought I'd need it to fend off bad dogs. I admit that even today, I don't carry it when I run. I should, but I don't. I'm not sure why. Perhaps it's the same line of thinking when one looks at the sky on a beautiful sunny day and decides to bring an umbrella, just in case.

Last week, when I was out for an early morning run before work, I was enjoying the scenery around me when I passed two runners. "You may want to turn around," they said. "There is a pack of wild dogs just up the street at Jefferson and Cadieux." I saw the sincerety in the eyes of these two runners. They kept looking back behind them, as if they were being followed by a stalker.

That's all I needed to hear. "Thanks so much," I said gratefully. My mind wandered back to last summer and my neighbor's ordeal with the dog attack. I turned around, and contemplated why I don't bring the pepper spray that is sitting in my drawer at home.

I'm quite certain that extreme danger, whether it's an attack dog or someone looking to do harm to another person, probably doesn't dwell in Grosse Pointe, at least consistantly. This situation, however, is a great example of how important it is to be aware of your surroundings.

I am thankful that I didn't make news that day. As for the future? I can guarantee that I still won't bring an umbrella with me if the sun is shining. But from now on, I just may err on the safe side and carry that pepper spray when I go running, along with the hopes that I never need it.

Tis the Season - Drivers Take Note!

2008-06-04T18:18:00.004-04:00

The flowers are in full bloom; the leaves on the trees have sprouted; the birds are gleefully singing; the cyclists are out on the street. These are all signs that summer is right around the corner. This also means that we need to treat our surroundings with respect, whether it is nature or cyclists.

I am fortunate to live in an area where it is common to see cyclists sharing the roads with the gas-guzzling automobiles. When I ride along the streets here, I am given a sense of false security because I'm not the only one, I'm not the rare bird that causes rubbernecking. Unfortunately, there is always the story that injects a good dose of reality which illustrates that the roads aren't ever going to be 100% safe for cyclists.

Just a few days ago, a terrible accident took place in Matamoros, Mexico -- a place where there is no cold season for cyclists to hibernate, mind you. A family bicycle tour, with a police escort, came to a tragic end when a drunk driver barreled into a large group of cyclists after blatantly passing the police car. The result (so far) is that a young man is dead, and many more are critically injured.

If you think that cyclists getting hit is a rare event, just start googling. Accident reports are everywhere, and most of them don't involve drunk drivers. Just last month, a Michigan man was killed in a two-day bike tour in Ohio (another escorted event).

Now, I know that some people who choose to ride their bikes make bad decisions (like not wearing helmets, wearing iPods when riding, talking on the cell phone). The chances of them getting into trouble are surely increased. But what about the rest of us???

Now, if I can get any message out about this, it is to PLEASE be respectful of cyclists on the road! It's not going to do any good by yelling at us just because you have to slow down for a few seconds to get around us -- we won't get off the road because of your tone, your finger or your horn. Yes, we are often slower than cars, but we are considered moving vehicles and have the legal right to share the road with you. Consider us like slow motorcycles and PLEASE GIVE US SOME SPACE. We're out to enjoy our day, just like you, and it would be most appreciated if you give us the courtesy to live to tell about it.

Many thanks from me and every other cyclist you pass by.

The last 12 months: Looking back, looking forward.

2008-06-01T06:50:00.004-04:00

I'm pretty proud as look back and see all of the accomplishments I've made since making such a pivital lifestyle change with my health. Athletically in the last twelve months, I have competed in one 5K run, one 4-mile run, one 10K run, three sprint triathlons, two Olympic triathlons and one Half Ironman. I have Team in Training to thank for that -- it was that program that fueled my passion for triathlons. The sport of triathlons is increasing in popularity, but according to USA Traithlon (USAT), I am one of only 200,000 to 250,000 people that competed in a triathlon last year.

And then there is the philanthropic aspect. I've always had a passion for supporting a good cause, whether it's through volunteering my time or helping raise money. In the case with the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society, I have to do both. Fortunately, I have a strong support network of friends, family, co-workers, teammates, and even strangers. It is because of all of these people that I can accomplish the goals I set for myself. In the last twelve months, with everyone's help, I have raised almost $10,000 through the Team in Training program. That may seem like a drop in the bucket, but with enough drops, any bucket can be filled to the top!

Last year didn't bring all good news, however. In this past year, I've known five people who have been diagnosed with a form of blood cancer, and two people who have died. To me, this is a harsh reminder that despite the strides that have been made, there is still a lot of progress that needs to take place. It is because of this I decided to continue to support this very worthy cause.

In the last 30 days, I've had a poll up on this blog posing the question as to which next big event I should do through Team in Training. Choices included an Olympic distance triathlon (set in Washington DC), a century ride (a 100-mile bike ride set in Tuscon, Arizona), and a marathon (set in either Chicago, IL or Dublin, Ireland), and the decision would be completely up to the readers.

As you can see by the results, the choice is clear. A marathon is the next event on my list to check off. Once again, I'll be joining a new group of crazy athletes in this world as I accomplish this task. (According to Running USA, only one tenth of one percent of the world's population has ever completed a marathon.)This will be a big challenge for me for a few different reasons.

One is that I'm not a huge fan of running. Though as a child I was pretty athletic (having grown up in the pool and being a competitive downhill ski racer since the age of 5), I got cut from the tennis team in high school after not being able to run a mile.

Another is that I'm still dealing the after-effects of my hamstring injury from two months ago. Though the injury is 99% healed, my left leg still compensates and causes extra strain on my left hip flexor. This isn't a deal breaker in any way, but it is a nuiscance. I'm very thankful for Motrin, that's for sure.

Finally, 26.2 miles is a long way. Period. Yes, I had to complete 13.1 miles in the half Ironman race last month, but I didn't run that whole distance. Even if the heat hadn't been an unbearable 95 humid degrees, I'm not sure if I would have ben able to run it. Long distance running is definitely something that doesn't happen overnight, and I know I'll have a lot of training I must do in preparation.

Fortunately, I have all summer to train. I'm still going to partake in a few triathlons here and there, but the long-distance run training will definitely be my focus.

That's okay...my sights are now set on successfully completing this marathon on behalf of all of the people who have fought against blood cancers. I'm looking forward to new accomplishments, making new friends, and once again raising money for this good cause. I hope you'll join me as I begin my second year of this journey...who knows where this road will take me next.

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Want to check out my new Team In Training page? Here it is!
http://pages.teamintraining.org/mi/dublin08/aduncan

My Florida 70.3 Race Report -- Not Half Bad

2008-05-21T22:15:00.010-04:00

My family and I are back from Orlando, and I'm excited to post my race report. So let's cut to the chase, shall we?

Let's start from the end...I FINISHED THE FLORIDA HALF IRONMAN. Mission accomplished, yahoo!

Thanks, everyone, for your support. You help carries me throughout it all, and I am happy to share this success with you.

Ok, rewind back to the beginning of the trip. Though my family and I arrived in Orlando on Wednesday, the official weekend didn't start until Friday. Throughout the week, there were signs along the road that informed drivers that an Ironman race would take place Sunday, May 18th, and to prepare for traffic delays. Hey, they'd be waiting for me, I thought. I wanted to get a picture of one of these signs, but I never did.

I made sure to run a few miles, and to do a self-led shakedown ride for my bike (which thankfully made it in one piece after being checked on the airplane).

The weather throughout the week was hot, and it wasn't going to cool off over the weekend. Expected temperatures ranged between 90 and 95 daily, though scattered showers were possible. I was hoping that history would not repeat itself and that there would be many scattered showers on Sunday. (The last past years had none, but were not short of humidity or lack of wind.)

As Gary and the girls spent the whole day at Animal Kingdom, I spend part of the day Friday registering and perusing all of the different store tents that had been set up. I bought a few odds and ends, and a much desired TYR transition bag, just like the one that my friends Carly and Holli have. The bag is a backpack, and is much easier to carry than a shoulder bag.

Saturday, I departed early again from the family activities at Typhoon Lagoon to return to the race grounds to check in my bike. It didn't even dawn on me that a mere 24 hours later, I'd be done with the race. At that point, I was just going through the motions, focusing on what was soon to come. With all of the fun around me, it was really hard not to think about anything but the race.

Sunday at 3:15am. I woke up a little bit before my alarm went off after a scattered night of sleep. I got into my new triathlon suit, a beautiful Michigan State University triathlon uniform that I bought off the MSU Tri Team website last winter. An awesome Louis Garneau design, I was fortunate enough to have many of the current MSU Tri Team sign it before I received it in the mail...about 20 signatures in all. (Again, a HUGE thank you to my fellow Spartans for that -- you are such an inspiration.) I wanted to save wearing this uniform for a very special occasion, and this was it. I had no idea how valuable that decision would be as the day went on.

I woke up Gary (who would drive me to the Magic Kingdom parking lot where the triathletes' busses were). I doubled checked my gear bag one last time and then headed over to the hotel's eating area. I heated up the scrambled eggs that I had ordered the day before, and slowly ate half of them. My stomach was a bundle of nerves, so I wasn't very hungry. I forced down what I could, knowing that this would be my only meal until late that day.

I went back to the room, got Gary, and we left. (Gary's best friend Brian, who was in the adjoining room next door, was there to watch the girls -- though everyone was still sound asleep.)

We arrived into the Magic Kingdom parking lot, where Gary dropped me off at the bus pick-up site. I hopped on the bus, surrounded by volunteers and athletes. The atmosphere was quiet, and I felt like I could have cut the tension with a knife.

Once we were at the Fort Wilderness Campgrounds (the site of the start and finish of the race), we got off the bus. I went into transition, knowing I had about two hours until my 7:03am swim wave would start. I partially set up my area, and chatted with a few of the girls in my row. Everyone in my row was extremely nice. The gals I met had never done a half ironman before, so we were all comparing notes on things like nutrition, history and preparation.

I headed over to the body marking area, scanning the area for my good friend, co-worker and inspiration, Alex G. I look up to Alex a lot. He's not only one hell of a person, he's a fantastic athlete to boot. He has overcome a lot of things, including injury and obesity. Like my girlfriend Carly, Alex has transformed himself to accel in traithlons, and I enjoy watching his successes. Just last year, he and I did our first traithlon together. Less than a year later, he has already found his first sponsorship and is surely focusing in on winning his age group soon.

After getting marked (my number being 1639), I headed over to transition to finish setting up my gear and getting in some nutrition. I wasn't about to make the same mistake that I did at St. Anthony's, where I locked myself out of transition.

Soon, I headed to the beach and was able to watch the professionals head off for their 1.2 mile swim. Alex was in the wave right behind him, and though I didn't get a chance to wish him luck, I was able to cheer on his start with his wife Jenny. It was only 30 minutes later that I would be in the water too.

That 30 minutes went fast. I spent the time hitting the head, checking out the water, stretching, and taking in one last gel. Before I knew it, I was on the beach with 118 other 35-39 year old women. The music was blaring to keep everyone pumped up. I have no idea now what the song was, but I do recall enjoying it so much that I was bouncing around before the horn sounded.

The horn blew, and I ran into the water. This time, I stayed in the middle of the pack. I didn't want to approach this race aggressively, mainly because I had no idea how much endurance stamina my body was capable of. I had read so many horror stories about dehydration, overhydration, poor nutrition, too much food, you name it, that I figured if I go at a slower, more comfortable pace, then my chances of finishing would increase dramatically.

Slow and easy is exactly what I did. I didn't sprint off the beach, and found my pace right away. The people around me were pretty aggressive, and I was bumped around quite a bit. I approached the swim with respect to those around me. I got a good kick in the mouth at one point, but was thankful it was just that and not one in the goggles, or worse yet, the nose. Yet if I overtook someone, I didn't try and swim over them, scratch them, kick them, or do anything aggressive. I figured that if I treat others with respect, then I will be rewarded somehow. Yes, that may not be the best approach in a "race", but for me, this wasn't a race against others, it was a race of validation, to know I could fulfill yet another one of my crazy dreams.

47 minutes later (yes, I told you it would be a slow swim), I was out of the water and in transition readying myself for the 56 mile bike ride that was ahead of me. At this point, it was just before 8am, and the heat was still bearable. I headed out, knowing that this would be a long portion of the race for me.

Looking strong after a dip in the lake.

Though long, the bike course was bearable. The heat wasn't bad at all, likely due to head winds that I had to face on occasion. I was forunate to also bike through a rain storm, which was extremely refreshing. I knew that was a blessing, since there hadn't been rain during the race in the last three years at least.

I knew I was slow on the bike. I probably passed one or two people at most, not including those who unfortunately got a flat or were disqualified along the way. It didn't really matter to me. My bike isn't great (hey, it's a $300 ebay purchase) so I can't expect miracles. It gets me from point A to point B, and that is what I was hoping to accomplish today. I got worried at about mile 15, when I noticed that my right clip seemed to be loose. I started to wonder if it would get worse over time, and eventually fall off. I decided to not think about it, and just keep pushing forward.

I had anticipated that during the long portions of this race, like the bike, that my mind would wander and ponder all of life's questions. Interestingly, my mind was quiet. And I liked it that way. At times, I did get a little bored, but soon found myself singing various Jason Mraz songs like "Dynamo of Volition". That song got me through many, many miles of the bike. (Thanks, Jason!)

Jammin' to Mraz in my mind as I peddle on...

One phenomenon I did encounter on the bike at times was the feeling that my toes were going to burst through my shoes. Around every 10 miles, I would encounter such excruciating pain that I'd have to wiggle my feet in various ways until the pain subsided. After a few miles of this extreme discomfort, the pain would mysteriously go away. After the third or fourth bout of this problem, I just sucked it up knowing that it was a phase and that relief would come. What I didn't know is if it would affect my running. If it did, I'd be screwed.

One thing I was thankful for was the fact that I had decided to wear my Spartan tri suit. As people would pass me on the bike, I'd hear a "GO SPARTANS" or "GO STATE". That little bit of encouragement from complete strangers made the daunting task of riding 56 miles that much easier.

After a long, 3:40 minute journey, the bike was over. Going at an easier pace worked to my advantage, as I had the energy to run my bike into transition. (My last race at St. Anthony's was a different story at this point when I began to hit a wall.) I elected to take my time in T2, utilizing the port-a-potty before I left for the run. (Turns out that was a VERY good move, because the heat was only going to get worse and that doesn't make for a happy port-a-potty environment...hmmm is there such a thing?)

Once I got to the run portion of this race, the heat had climbed substantially. The rain that had come through only made it more humid, though we were lucky to still have a good breeze with us, at least on part of the run course.

The run was a three-loop course that took us through Fort Wilderness bike paths, roads, and a water ravine that headed out to the main road. It was that ravine route that did many of us in. It was hot, had full sun, and no wind. There was a water stop on every mile of the course, and I made sure to take full advantage of it to avoid dehydration.

Though I found myself walking A LOT on this run, I was surprised to find myself passing a few people here and there. That made me feel good, since I don't consider running my strong point. I was also VERY happy that my hamstring wasn't giving me one single twinge or problem, especially as the miles piled on. I'd hear the occasional "GO SPARTANS" as well, which again was really encouraging. "Whoohoo! Go State!" I'd yell in reply.

In my second lap, I passed a few people throwing up or curled up in a ball waiting for medical attention. Did they push themselves too hard? Did they not take in adequate nutrition or hydration? Or did they simply get injured? Probably all of the above, it just depended on the person I'd pass at the time. Each time I saw someone in that condition, I thanked God for my abilities and also patted myself on the back for apparently doing the right thing when it comes to a hydration and nutrition plan.

The third lap was the hottest, with the sun high and hot. I found myself leapfrogging with a couple other guys. I'd pass them, then have to walk about 400 yards later. They'd pass me, then slowing to a walk after a minute or two. With only a mile and a half to go, I got that second (or ninth?) wind and decided to make a go of it for the finish line. I figured that I couldn't go wrong with such a short distance to go.

About 10 minutes later, I saw the campground facilities in sight, and knew the finish line was just about 500 yards away. I ran as if I were floating, knowing that nothing could stop me at this point. I looked down at my watch, and did a quick formulation in my head. 7 hours and 40 minutes of mind over matter. And with that, I crossed the finish line donning the biggest smile on my face.

Despite injury, the family illness with my dad's dual hip surgeries, and my sheer motivational dips throughout my training along the way, I had done it. I had finished an Ironman 70.3, exactly one year and one day after making my first commitment to this sport through the Team in Training program.

I can only imagine what challenges lie for me in the next year to come. One thing is for sure, there will be other half Ironmans in my future, and I won't just be in it to finish...and that's just the beginning.

After the 13.1 mile run (where more than half of that was trail running), this is what my shoes looked like.

(I haven't lost my) Mind...over matter

2008-05-12T23:37:00.004-04:00

What I once viewed back in August of last year as an act of courage and confidence can now easily be viewed as an act of temporary insanity. I'm talking about the day I signed up for this half ironman. Last summer, I trained by the book, had a few races under my belt for the season, and was feeling good...so signing up for this race didn't seem like half-bad of an idea.

Well, the moment of reality is quicly approaching now, and I'm eagerly searching to reconnect with that confidence. I get glimpses here and there, either through the encouragement of friends, a good workout, or simply self-trickery of the mind (I've been told I'm pretty good at that last one).

But now suddenly it's six days before the race. The time is 11:45pm Monday evening, and I just got home from work. I'm trying desparately to cram one week of errands, chores and tasks into two week days before we depart on Wednesday morning. Everything that I had to do today, even if I bitched about it, really was a labor of love. I had a project at work that I had to get finished. I had meeting after meeting. I had to get to REI to pick up some last-minute race nutrition essentials. I had chores for my dad that I had to run, including heading out to his home which is 45 minutes out of my way (and that's one way). But I did them all, and I'm feeling good.

I'm grateful that I seem to have enough energy to enter a quick post on this blog. That in and of itself is a good sign. Basically, I've had to resort to the one thing that I'm best at -- keeping a positive attitude.

Yes, this race scares the crap out of me. There are a lot of things that have weighed on my mind: the heat, the distance, my injury, my inconsistant practicing, the crazy banana spiders (that fear is a whole blog post on its own). I may never FEEL like I'm truly ready for it. BUT...

...In all actuality, I have been conditioning myself on a rather consistant level for almost a year now. That should definitely help me in the endurance aspect of things.

...I went running this morning, and this was the first time since I injured myself that I didn't think about my hamstring throughout the entire run.

...I have such an incredible support group that believes in me and offers encouragement and advice that is beyond comparison. Teammates, mentors, friends, family, co-workers. You are all awesome. (BTW, a very special shout out and special thanks to Alex, Scott, Sam, Neal, Susan, Chris, Carly, Amber, Bridget, Traci, Brian, Anne, Kevin, Ryanda, Howard and Bill.) This encouragement is the reserve of psychological fuel that I know I'll have to tap into when I hit the wall at mile 40, 50, or 60.

...I'm grateful that I have the opportunity to give this a shot. My goal is to get a half under my belt before I'm 40, and I don't have much time left. I don't know what the outcome will be, but I promise to be SMART about it. As my friend Bridget reminded me today, I know my body well enough by now to know when to go and when to stop. She's right, and that little comment made a big difference (thanks BH).

So my game plan is to do this race. Think positive. Be sure to take the entire experience in, and just give thanks that I can even be there. Give thanks that my family, my two beautiful children (my greatest cheerleaders) and my husband can be there. Though I wish my dad could be there, I know he'll be there in spirit, as he now has his own athletic event* of sorts (with his newly-repaired hip).

All in all, I've realized that it comes down to faith (in God and in myself), joy (in all of the beautiful experiences that I get to live through every day) and thanks (in every opportunity and lesson that is dealt to me). What more could a simple little town girl ask for.

*A note on my dad for those who have been so kind to inquire...he is recovering nicely from his hip surgery on Thursday. His recovery is significantly slower than the last time (probably due to the broken bone this time) but he feels signs of improvement every day...I'll be picking him up from the hospital tomorrow and taking him to the rehabilitation home again. All is going well, slowly but surely.)

With next race yet to start, I'm already behind.

2008-05-06T21:56:00.002-04:00

It's hard to believe that it has been eight days already that I raced in St. Anthony's. As soon as I got back, my life was back to full force with work and family. The Florida 70.3, the biggest race so far in my 39 years of existance, is quickly approaching (set for May 18), but I am nowhere near being mentally or physically ready.

Since I got back from St. A's, I've been a bit consumed with worry over a number of things. The most important has been my dad. At the age of 74, was recovering nicely from hip replacement surgery that took place about six weeks ago. I was so relieved that he was doing so well, especially since the last time I had a parent in the hospital, (my mom,) she didn't make it out alive. So with that history, I did worry a little excessively when my dad went under the knife.

Last week, he re-injured his hip after getting his foot snagged in the door of an airplane on the way to a business trip. The result is a hairline fracture (at least) in the femur and a shifting of the new hip. So this Thursday, he has to go in for surgery again, this time it being more extensive. My rollercoaster of emotions and worry has started all over again.

So now, my greatest cheerleader can no longer go to root me on in my first half Ironman race. Yes, my kids and husband will be there and that means a ton, but it's not likely that a three and six year old will want to hang out at a finish line for hours wondering if their mom will even show up. This will no longer be the same now that my dad can't be there.

I was ready to cancel the trip to support my dad, but he is insisting that we still go (partially because he has already paid for our trip). My worry for him is weighing me down heavily though, and it is affecting me a lot.

The other thing on my mind is that I still feel my hamstring injury. Though I did go out and run five miles this past Saturday (the last workout I've done), it was hard for me. I had kept a fair pace for the first couple miles (around 10 minute miles), but I had to stop on occasion to stretch out the muscle.

This hamstring injury isn't typical, for the soreness is not in the middle of the muscle on the back of the thigh. The pain is right where the hamstring muscles start on the lower area of the butt cheek. (Hey, I'm not a doctor, so don't look for medical terms here.) What articles I have found on the subject don't look promising. This discomfort that I'm feeling should have gone away by now, but it's still lingering. I'm wondering now if a small portion of my muscle has torn away from the bone (something that could potentially require surgery to fix). So I wonder about that, but I am having a hard time accepting the fact that it is a potential deal breaker for me. Look, it's not that it HURTS. It's just that I FEEL it. Every day. It's tight, I stretch, it feels better. So push on, right?

I am not really sure how to nail my nutrition and hydration either, though I'm not as concerned about that. I have a good, strong stomach, and it's very rare when something upsets it. I know better than to take a gel on a famished stomach. Other than that though, I could probably eat a whopper while riding a bike and I'd still be okay. The forums out there keep talking about the heat in this race, and how hydration is key. My solution? Yes, just stay hydrated and take it easy. I'm not going to get on any pedestals when the race is over, so why should I push myself? I just want to finish.

My final problem is lack of training. I've had one thing after another get in my way of training. Whether it's a dog bite or a hamstring, I've had over a month cut out of the training schedule, and not at the best time I may add.

I don't want to scratch this race. If my dad needs me, there is no doubt I will cancel our trip, and scratching at that point won't be given a second thought. But these other things...It's like little woodpeckers pecking on me, the big tree in the forest. And now I am finding I have holes in what I thought was a pretty darn good game plan at one time.

I have to give it a whirl, even if I fate decides that I can't go all the way.

Glad I finished, because I'm finished!

2008-04-27T22:22:00.001-04:00

3:30am. Race day. My roommate, Carly, is antsy. She is on a quest that she has worked hard on for many months. She will be competing today in the Elite Amateur division, one step behind the pros. Her wave would begin before 7am. Carly and I started triathlons at the same time...just a year ago this May. She took to the sport like a fish to water, and has just gotten better ever since. I'm really proud of her, and I'm excited for her race today, even moreso than my own.

I rolled out of bed at 4:15am, and got all of my gear together. We headed down to the lobby at 5am, where we met our teammate Chris, who is also our honored hero Haley's father. He too had an early wave in the race. My wave was late, at 9:02am. I'd be going off with the other Team in Training ladies, the second to last wave of the day. I knew I'd have time to relax, watch Carly start, and get focused before I even began.

We got to check in, got body-marked, and set up our transitions. My plan was to come back after the pros started, so I left all of my swim gear in transition. Carly and I soon headed out to the swim start, a good 3/4 mile walk away from the transition area.

I loved hanging out at the swim start before the sun rose. The pros were lurking in the darkness, enjoying their anonymity if only for an hour or two. I valued watching them prepare, stretch, warm up. Wow, they are so dedicated. It's no wonder -- payoff for this sport is pretty good if you can beat the field.

Soon, dawn broke, and the race was about to start. A good-sized crowd was now gathered at the beach, surely to watch the start of the race (or so I thought). The start was pretty cool. First the pro men, then the pro women. As soon as the women were gone, I started walking back. I wished Carly one final good luck as she stood patiently waiting in the holding pen of the swim start. I couldn't wait any longer though, I had to get back to get my own gear. If I made it in time, I could see Carly swim in and go through her first transition. Sounded like a plan.

I walked back, passing hundreds of triathletes walking toward the beach. I briefly noticed that I was the only one walking back to transition, though I didn't think much of it. I was already set up, so the stress level was minimal and time was abundant. That was until I got to the transition area.

By the time I finished my 3/4 mile walk back, the male pros were already getting out of the water. I looked around for the entrance to the transition area, and there was none. NONE? Where would I get in? There MUST be an entrance for me to get in, I NEED MY STUFF! My heart started to beat faster.

I got the attention of a volunteer inside the transition area, and asked her where the entrance was. "The transition is closed, the race has started", she said. How would I get my wetsuit? My goggles? My swim cap?? How could I have been so ill-prepared as to forget that there is a closing time to transition? I'll have to scratch, I don't even have my swim cap. Panic was now setting in fast.

Think of what Dave Scott said, I thought to myself. Adaptation is key. Yes, adaptation. This is just a curve ball. This is a challenge and I must find a solution.

There was nothing I could do about getting my wet suit, so I quickly accepted the fact that I'd have to swim without one for this race. The water was 74 degrees, very doable. In fact, I had taken a few laps without my wet suit the day before, just for fun. I'd be slower, but having no wet suit wouldn't stop me.

I went back to my hotel (a stop between transition and the beach start) and went on a frantic hunt for a shop with goggles. Very nice hotel (The Vinoy), two nice shops, no goggles for sale. Would I have to swim without them? What if I lost my contacts? Salt water would NOT feel good on my eyes, but I was willing to take the chance.

I also had a different problem. I had my sunglasses and hat which I was going to leave in transition. Since I could no longer do that, I needed a place to put them. The room was the only option, at least for my hat. I certainly couldn't swim with a baseball hat in the water. But my glasses...I wondered if they would stay with me if I put them in the back pocket of my tri jersey. I decided to swap out my expensive glasses for my cheap ones and take that chance.

I was still on a mission to find goggles. I saw a female athlete with a Team in Training jersey on -- a complete stranger except for this one commonality. I asked her if she had an extra pair, and miraculously, she did. She took me up to her room and gave me her goggles. (Thank you, teammate in room 374 -- you checked out before I could return them to you!)

Next mission: swim cap. I can't race without one. I rushed, barefooted, to the beach start. Fortunately, the race staff had a tent with spare caps and I had no problem picking one up. I had everything essential that I needed, with exception to proper nutrition and sunblock. I found my teammate Erica, who had SPF 8. That was better than nothing, so I used that. As for the nutrition, I had no choice but to go on the little I had before leaving the hotel. I just hoped that it would get me far.

Finally, it was time for our wave to go. Back to feeling confident, I was right at the front of the pack for the beach start (a rare thing for me). I started somewhat strong, and found my stride after a couple hundred yards. I got kicked and hit quite a bit, sometimes even swam over (by the men in the wave behind us that caught up to me after 10-15 minutes).

Other than veering off course once (which cost me about 20-30 yards), I felt pretty good about my swim, at least until I got 20 yards from the swim finish. Someone kicked the salty ocean water RIGHT into my mouth, and I had to bring myself to a dead stop and wade upright as I coughed violently (almost losing the little nutrition I had in me). After 30-40 seconds, I was able to gain enough composure to make it to the swim finish, and out of the water I went.

My first transition was pretty good, considering my bike was at the far end of a sea of 6000+ bikes. I took my time getting my shoes on, and ran my bike out.

The bike course was fairly flat with only a few rolling hills. It definitely wasn't as fast as the run course we had ridden the day before, but it was still enjoyable. There were a lot of hairpin turns, which slowed down my average speed a quite a bit I am sure. I made sure to hammer it out, though, and ended up with a personal best of 17 miles per hour. Not speedy to many, but a big improvement for me (being that a year ago, I started at 13 miles per hour).

Approaching transition once again, I dismounted and was shocked to find that my legs suddenly didn't want to cooperate with me. My brain said run your bike in, but my legs said "not on your life". Stunned, and realizing my feet suddenly hurt, I took of my bike shoes and walked my bike in as if going on a Sunday stroll in the park. Was this an effect of lack of nutrition? I didn't know, though I did know I had never felt anything like this before.

Five minutes later, with my running shoes on and my last gel in hand, I set off for the final part of the race. Only a half mile in, that invisible wall hit me again like a ton of bricks. I had to walk. Again, I wondered why. Was it the heat? Am I that out of shape? I couldn't understand it.

The intermittent walking occured throughout the run, though I did finally find my legs after mile three. MILE THREE!!! For a few minutes, I found myself getting angry at my poor performance. But then something shifted, and gratitude set in. I am here, I thought. I've made it this far. I didn't even think I would be able to race up until a week ago. I've raised money for a really good cause. I've met a whole array of incredible people.

At that point, fellow Triathlete and a real inspiration ran towards me toward the finish -- Scott Rigsby. (You can read about his story here.)I had never seen him in person before, only on television. He is the first double-amputee to finish an Ironman, which he did just last year in October.

With the mission I was on, with all of the stories that surrounded me, I realized that I was just simply thankful to be a part of it all. I smiled, and found enough energy to finish the rest of the race at a running pace.

3 hours, 29 minutes and 46 seconds after starting, I crossed the finish line. I had very little energy left, though was still able to easily walk to the food tent and massage tent immediately afterwards. The best thing of all was that I was able to walk there with a medal around my neck. It's something that now has a story behind it, a story that may stick with me as one of my favorites as I look back on my career twenty years from now.

A busy day, a sleepless night.

2008-04-26T21:59:00.002-04:00

It's the day before the race and our team was faced with another busy schedule. We had a lot of things we had to do today.

We had our open water swim practice, which went quite well. There were a few team members who had never experienced an open water swim, and they were a bit freaked out by the whole experience. I realized at that moment that there are some huge differences training during the Michigan winters versus training through the hot summers. We never had the opportunity to have that open water swim practice like I had when I was training for the Nation's Triathlon. It took a while, but the coaches and teammates were able to calm nerves to help prepare for tomorrow's race.

Our team also sat in on Dave Scott's hour-long pep talk for our team and others. He had a lot of interesting information, some which I knew and some which I didn't. I asked him to look back in his career to the beginning, when he was in the same position as so many of us are -- a newbie in the sport. With that in mind, could he recall mistakes that he made whereas he could advise us not to do the same.

He paused, aknowledging the depth of the question. He then told us a story about how he did a triathlon just last year (the New York Triathlon), where he was talked into it only a day before. Being without any of his equipment, he borrowed a bike, a wet suit, and all the other gear. He laughed as he recollected the moments before the race started, where he was pulled aside to do a television interview. As he was being interviewed, the gun went off, and he almost missed his own start (but he did make it, and he did finish). His moral came back to not trying anything new, whether it's new equipment before the race or a new routine. He also pointed out that even though he had won six Ironmans, those races aren't necessarily his favorite. It's the races that have a story behind them, like the one last year in New York. One of his most important lessons that he still uses to this day is the art of adaptation. Every race will throw us something different. Some things we can control, others we cannot. If we can adapt to whatever card is dealt to us, we (and our race) will be the better for it.

Little did I know how meaningful that advice would be to me later this weekend.

Later on in the day, we went on our shakedown bike ride, which was very nice. We rode the run course, which was extremely flat and very fast. The run course was curvy and would take us through beautiful St. Petersburg neighborhoods. After riding that, I was definitely pumped up for tomorrow's race.

I spend a few hours at the expo, and then I joined the rest of the team at the pasta party. This dinner was much different than the last one I was at in Washington DC. For one thing, it was HUGE. There were hundreds and hundreds of people eating in this ballroom, as opposed to maybe a hundred in DC. David Scott and others were guest speakers. In fact, Scott referred to the question I had asked earlier in the day and built part of his speech around the answer. He also mentioned Team Michigan and how we basically surrounded him two nights earlier. (FUNNY!)

The announcemnet on the fundraisers were amazing. Statewide, Team Michigan raised over $150,000. Nationally, we all raised $1.4 million dollars. That's a LOT of money for an extremely good cause (and thanks to all of you who supported that). The top fundraiser raised an amazing $27,000 all on his own. Wow!

The night ended early so that we could all rest well for the next day. Of course, I couldn't get to sleep until probably 11pm...and I was restless all night. The next day would be one that I would never forget.

Katie, Carly, Ryanda and I enjoy our conversation with 2007 Female Triathlete of the Year and 2008 US Olympic team member, Laura Bennett.

Meeting two heroes in one day

2008-04-25T22:51:00.001-04:00

Soon after I signed off at the airport yesterday, I was priveledged to meet someone that I have admired for quite some time. She is beautiful, courageous, and strong. Her name is Hayley, and she is four years old. This beautiful blonde hair blue eyed child was diagnosed with childhood leukemia last year, and she is our team hero. Fortunately, her cancer is now in remission. Her dad, Chris, will be racing along with us tomorrow. (You can read about his story here.)

Chris and his wife Katie didn't think that they would all be able to go down with the team. Three plane tickets are expensive, especially in this economy. But an anonymous donor bought the ticket for Hayley to be able to join her dad and the rest of the team. To whoever that was, thank you. We are all thrilled that Hayley and her family is here with us.

After our team arrived in Tampa, we spent most of the day strolling around doing various things -- getting race packets, checking out the awesome expo, exploring the hotel, and eating. Around 10 of us got together and ate dinner and arrived back at the hotel for the night at around 10pm. We were admiring the prom dresses from the local high school students (who had their prom in the hotel ballroom), when coach Brian had whispered that Dave Scott was just outside.

We quickly scurried ourselves to the outside doorway to catch a glimpse of this legend. We all stood at the top of the stairs and were giggling like little school girls ourselves (the guys included) as he stood talking to a cab driver just yards away.

He looked up and knew in short time that we were all looking at him -- we made ourselves quite obvious. It seemed like we were all paralyzed though, as if spotting one of the Beatles in their hayday. I yelled out "hi from Team Michigan!". Dave would certainly know what that meant since he was Team in Training's national team coach.

He smiled and waved, but didn't come to join us since he was wrapping up our conversation. I decided to approach him after he was done, and after introducing myself, asked if he would be so kind as to take a picture with our team. He is, after all, the most well-known triathletes in the world having won six Ironman championships. (You can read more about Dave Scott here.) He said to me, "I was wondering when you would ask!" and came with me to meet the rest of the team. A few pictures were snapped (I'm SO glad I had my camera though I did forget my card reader so the pics will be posted later), and we all left with big smiles on our face knowing that we had met an inspiration to so many athletes.

Overall, it's been a great day and I'm looking forward to what is in store tomorrow.

Dave Scott is sweet enough to pose with some of us from Team Michigan

I'm Ready to Fly

2008-04-25T09:34:00.005-04:00

It's 9:30am, Friday, April 25. I just arrived at the gate and met up with our team. Yes, after five months, the time is here for us to head to St. Petersburg. It's always great to see the whole team together.

I've got a renewed sense of excitement since I am now well enough to participate. I'm not sure yet if I'm going to try and beat my personal best time, but at least I can humor the idea. I won't know that answer until I'm on the course.

I was delayed a bit at security, not realizing that I'm not allowed to bring my bike wrench because it was over seven inches long. The FSA agent that scanned my bag said that if it were up to him, he'd let it through, but because of all of the cameras his hands were tied. The irony with the whole thing is that in my bag, I also had my bike seat which was even longer than the bike wrench.

I ended up checking my race gear bag, which is taboo usually in case the airline loses the bag (hence the race would be scratched unless I buy all new gear). It may be my old age (I am pushing 40, you know), but I'm at the point in my life where it takes a LOT for things to bother me, and there is no sense in getting bent out of shape from something I can't control. And I like it that way.

These last five months have been challenging for me, either with my training on a limited time schedule, working through various injuries (hamstring, dog bite) and an occasional motivational slump. But as I look back, I'm thrilled to be a part of this program. The best part about it is knowing that the money that we've all raised will help blood cancer research, patients and more. Everyone should feel great about that.

Signing off for now, I'll post another update soon, hopefully once before the race!

I'm baaaack

2008-04-23T15:53:00.003-04:00

So if you haven't figured it out yet, I don't typically post entries if 1) I'm way too busy, 2) I'm not motiviated or 3) I'm injured. Why would I want to write about an injury when I can't do a darn thing about it but simply wait to see if it feels better?

Well, that's what has been going on in the last couple of weeks. After my hamstring injury two weeks ago yesterday, I had pretty much written the upcoming St. Anthony's triathlon off as a scratched race. For those of you know know me and my inner-competitive spirit, this was a crushing blow for me. Other than people at work, family, and a few close friends and teammates, I didn't really tell anyone. I didn't even tell my bike coach, Brian. Why? I don't know...probably because I was in denial. I feel the pain, I look like I'm in pain, but I just can't seem to accept the fact that I am injured.

With extensive ice treatments and prescribed Motrin, I babied my injury for a week while I moped around feeling sorry for myself. I confided with friends who run and who have suffered similar injuries. And though I didn't like what they had to say (wait it out and don't run), I had to do just that...wait. And I did.

After one week, my hamstring was probably feeling about 80-85% better. I was encouraged that it had improved that quickly, but I took my friends' advice and did nothing but rest. The second week, however, really tested my patience. How could I have improved so significantly in the first week, only to feel NO improvement throughout the entire second week? I didn't understand this at all.

On Monday (two days ago), I woke up to birds singing, the dawn breaking, and a cool breeze blowing through my window. It was the perfect weather to run, and I simply couldn't wait any longer. This venture was calling me back like a drug calling a recovering addict.

I'll take it easy, and just see how it feels, I thought to myself. I got my shoes on, started up the music on my iPod, and I made sure to stretch in every way I could think of before hitting the pavement.

As I started forward, I felt the muscle that had been giving me such grief. It was a dull pain, but it was tolerable. If it didn't get worse, I'd keep going.

Four miles later, I was back at my house. I stopped and stretched, half expecting for the muscle to seize up like it did two weeks earlier. But the dull sensation that I had felt when I started hadn't gotten worse. I'd have to wait for another 24 hours to see how the true final outcome would be.

To my surprise, I woke up the next morning feeling better than I had felt since the injury. Did the running jump-start that final healing process that I was so desparately looking for? I don't have a clue as to what the answer is, but I'm REALLY happy that this is the outcome. If I would have been money on it, I would have lost. I thought for sure I was a hopeless case stuck in the land of recovery for this race.

It's now Wednesday, 5 days before the race. I went to my final swim practice last night, and was thrilled that there was no sign of injury to my hamstring when I swam. An interesting thing happened right at the end of my practice, however. We were finishing up our swim with 10x25 yard sprints. With one more to go, I commented to the teammates in my lane that this was the last sprint before the race. I looked down to time my lap (as I had been doing with all of the other sprints), and at the top of my polar watch (where the date normally shows), words that I had never seen on this watch scrolled across. "MOVE YOUR BODY!"

I've had this watch for over a year, and I've NEVER seen that before. I looked on the internet and apparently this motivational feature isn't a feature on the type of watch I own...So I'm not sure what that was all about (an error? a sign?), but I'll take that advice, and run the best race I can on Sunday.

The potential impact of an injury.

2008-04-10T10:01:00.006-04:00

On Tuesday evening, I had the pleasure of running with two of my Nation's Triathlon teammates, Rob and Brian. I hadn't trained with them since last summer, and it was wonderful to get my blood pumping with them again.

Rob has always been a wonderful mentor to me -- he never is short of encouragement when it comes to me reaching my full potential as a triathlete. When we would ride together, he would always be the one waiting at the top of the hill, pushing me to give it just a little more while at the same time having that unwaivering belief in his voice that I could conquer anything.

Brian is no different, always cheering me on whether I'm in the pool, on the bike, or out on a run. His incredible energy can light up any room, and his optimism always has a way of being contagious, even at times where the light at the end of the tunnel seems only a speck.

Fortunately for me, Rob and Brian wanted to have an easy run that night. Their easy run is the equivalent to a good hard run for me, so I figured it would be the perfect scenario for everyone.

We started out at Dondero Middle School in Royal Oak, planning to run 4-6 miles. We started at a pace of a 10 minute mile. Within a few hundred yards, I had a pulling sensation in my right hamstring area. I ran through it, figuring it would go away (which it did for the most part) after a mile or two. It ended up being a great run, especially because Rob got me to do a couple of good sprints which I hadn't done in a while.

As soon as we stopped, I started to stretch. A few minutes later, we decided to run to Rob's house (just a quarter mile away at most). As soon as I started up again, that pain intensified to the point to where I could almost not run at all. I almost stopped, but pushed through it (what's another couple hundred yards?) and the pain once again subsided. SHAME ON ME for not listening to my body.

That night, I was in so much pain I could barely walk. I slept on an icepack, hoping the pain would subside. It didn't. Yesterday, I had a pretty significant limp. I went to swim practice last night, thinking that would be the one sport I could get away with, and I couldn't swim across the pool without feeling pain.

My swim coach, obviously concerned, insisted that I rest it and suggested I go to a doctor right away to see what can be done. (Dr. S, check your messages.) Hamstring injuries are not something to take lightly, she said. She also let me know that there is a chance that I may have to scratch my race(s).

The news of a potential scratch devistated me. All of this hard work that I've been doing, all for what? I hope that it doesn't come to that, but today isn't showing much hope. I am still limping, though the pain does seem to be a little less. Only time will tell, I'll keep you all posted. Wish me luck.

One word. Don't read into it.

2008-04-07T21:48:00.012-04:00

Recently, I was in a delightful mood at work. It could have been because a big project I had been working on for months was finally out of my hair. It could have been because my kids said something charming that put a big grin on my face. It could be because I had listened to a song that just launched my mood to a different level. Whatever it was, I don't recall now. But someone I work with observed this mood on this particular day, and asked if I was pregnant. (They quickly retracted with embarassment, likely after seeing the horrified look on my face.)

Fast forward about three weeks. My neighbor makes a comment that she likes my license plate. "Thanks!" I said with delight. After all, I was very proud of my new personalized plate I had gotten a few weeks prior. As we were talking, she made a comment that now I just need to have a third kid! "WHAT?" I exclaimed. That definitely was NOT the meaning of the license plate, I laughed at her. I was hoping that she had known the true meaning of the plate before she made the comment, and that she said it in jest.

A little while later, Gary, my husband, was putting my new bike rack on my car when two other neighbors approached him. "You aren't expecting another kid, are you?" they said. Again, the comment was made after observing my license plate.

Now I know you all mean well, but c'mon folks. Let's get one thing straight before anyone else gets some other cockamamie idea in their head. NO, I am not pregnant. I may have gained four or five pounds this winter, but not enough to justify that question...yet you can make that connection just by reading a license plate? Hmmm.

NO, I'm not planning on adopting any time in the near future. I made that mistake by getting a third dog and now I'm paying for it via chewed up toys, yard, furniture, kitchen cabinets, drywall, you name it. We already have enough for the ark, I don't need anything else, thank you.

So if you can't figure it out (hint: check out my stickers on my bumper directly below my license plate -- that should be a dead giveaway), here are my reasons for getting this plate:

1) Though I'm reasonably new at traithlons (having only started last year), I like them a lot and am hooked. I like racing and I love racing for a cause. If you know me at all, you'll already know that -- otherwise you may be living with your head in the sand. I am now coined what people call a tri-geek. I love talking about races, bikes, techniques, wetsuits, times, heart rates, heart monitors, transitions, gels, goggles, bike shorts, body glide, blisters, injuries, recoveries, recovery drinks and recovery races. I talk about this stuff at home, at work, with friends, with family, with team mates, with strangers. Don't get me started. You may regret it if you do (just ask my husband).

2) I believe deep in my heart that when ever I set my mind to something, I will work hard or die trying until I finish it.

So, that being said, I decided to personalize my plate in a way that says it all without saying a thing. And I love it.

So if you happen to see me driving down the road anytime soon, ask me how I did in my last race, not if I'm headed to the store to get ice cream and pickles.

Paying for a New Record

2008-03-31T14:22:00.002-04:00

Yesterday was the first time in a while that I was able to go outside and get a good run in. The weather was a pleasant 40ish degrees out, and for once this winter, it wasn't raining or snowing. I have been behind in my training program for one reason or another, so I knew that I'd have to really push myself today.

I decided to go easy on my knees and run at the track. My pace, a sub-11 minute mile, which at one time was lighting fast for me) is now somewhat easy. (I never thought I'd ever say that.) Since I knew I'd be running for a while, I decided to break out my run into miles.

I live one mile away from Grosse Pointe South's track, so the run in was a good warmup for me. Once I hit the track, I found my focus, listended to Tears for Fears (great running music, by the way), and just ran. 3 miles. 5 miles. 7 miles. I ended up running 9 miles around the track before I ran out of water (a sign that I should head for home).

I ran all the way back, and couldn't believe that I had clocked 11 miles total. I didn't feel half bad, though my muscles were a bit fatigued.

Today I'm a bit sore. If I sit too long, I really stiffen up and it takes a good two minute walk to loosen up the legs. But I gladly accept the pain -- it is the price I pay for the mission I'm on.

A Great Fight, A Great Loss

2008-03-30T08:15:00.007-04:00

I have come to realize that I just don't get as motivated to work out unless the sun is shining, the birds are singing, it's warm, and there isn't a good snow fall every other day. But hey, it's Michigan. Despite the fact that this year has now proven to be the snowiest winter in Michigan history having already dumpted almost 90 inches on us (and April isn't even here yet), Team in Training triathletes like me must push on for the cause that we've committed ourselves to.

This past week dealt me a harsh reminder that what I am doing here must not be knocked off course by a simple snowfall. One of my honored heroes, a man named Doug who was best friends with one of my co-workers, passed away last Saturday. He had battled lymphoma six years ago, beating it into remission with chemotherapy, radiation, and a bone marrow transplant. The month after he hit his five-year "cancer-free goal, he was diagnosed with Leukemia. After an aggressive chemotherapy, the leukemia once again went into remission. However, he was advised to have yet another bone marrow transplant as a precaution.

He was intending on joining everyone at the Dragonmead fundraiser we had a few weeks ago. He had just passed his 100 days of remission, which is always a really big deal. But he experienced complications with the most recent bone marrow transplant he elected to have. The side effects (healing process) after such a procedure can take quite a toll on the body.

As the weeks passed, the side effects which are often encouraging got worse, and ultimately got the best of him. He died one day after his 42nd birthday, a day before Easter. He left behind a wife and two daughters.

Doug's fierce battle, and his ultimate death, is a reminder once again of why we are here and why we signed up with Team in Training. He believed in what we are doing as athletes, raising money for this cause in hopes that some day there will be a cure.

There may not be a cure in my lifetime, but progress is made every day. New medicines are created, giving so many people hope when there was once none. I know in my heart that even though my impact is really just a drop in the bucket compared to the whole scheme of things, it helps. And one day, everyone will celebrate when the ultimate cure is found.

Cheers, Doug. I'm proud to race this upcoming race for you.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

2008-03-11T12:26:00.005-04:00

I'm glad to report that my foot is about 95% healed up. I elected to not run with the team last Saturday, and sleep in an extra half hour. If I could still feel the bite on my foot without putting any pressure on it, I figured why would I want to run a few miles only to realize that I have to walk a few miles back.

Instead, I decided to head to Bally's of Bloomfield to do a hard workout in the pool. My intention was to hammer out between 6000-7000 yards (a good four miles). The long distance would certainly make up for the run, I thought.

After my 300 yard warm-up, I was on my way for the long haul. My foot was giving me no problems, and I was in a zone for the next 2000 yards. At least until a woman intentionally put a kick-board in my face so that I would stop swimming.

I looked up at her, and she asked me to move to the lane at the end since there was a seniors' water aerobics class starting. I would have gladly complied, but the lane that she wanted me to go to had stairs at the end which hampers any uninterruped lap swim, not to mention that it's a bit dangerous. Knowing full well that lap swimming is open regardless if there is a class or not, I asked her if we could reach a compromise so that I could continue my swim using only a half of a lane. She reluctantly complied...or so I thought.

Four laps later, all of the lanes (including the obstructed one where she had instructed me to go) were overtaken by the chatting women. I looked at them, they smirked at me. I looked at the teacher and raised my arms up with a non-verbal gesture of "aren't you going to keep your promise" type of look. Response? I was ignored. Flat out ignored. So the long, wonderful workout that I was so determined to do was cut short by a bunch of wading women and their noodles.

Oh, how I wanted to ask this "teacher" why she had no control of her class, and if she always behaved that rudely. I wanted to tell the "ladies" all why I was there, that I was training and that I was on a mission to race on behalf of those who have fought or lost their battle to cancer. Surely they have known someone who has been affected by cancer.

Instead, I quietly stomped off to the showers, got dressed and left. Oh, I did make one pit stop to the manager's office, simply to inquire and validate when open lap swim times are. As I suspected, the pool is open to LAP swimmers any time (not just leisurely floaters that can navigate around socializing ladies and their water dumbells).

Even though I have this arsenal of information, I know it likely won't do any good in the future unless I'm a total b*tch to them about it. I could be, but I choose not to be.

So I suppose I'll just stay away from their class times all together and get my frustrations out via this blog. Lucky you for being on the receiving end of my compaint.

All bark, no bite?

2008-03-07T13:18:00.003-05:00

Life is interesting, especially when unexpected things pop up, throwing you a curve ball. Last night, as I was sleeping the night away, I was awoken suddenly by something I never would have imagined.

Now I've had dreams before that have seemed so powerful to me that I swear they were real. I've been overwhelmed by emotion, overtaken by paralyzing fear, and have even had the sensation of touch and physical feeling -- whether it was through an amazing kiss or a speeding bullet.

That is why this time, for a second, I thought that I had come out of a dream. I woke up suddenly to a very loud sound, followed by an immediate sharp pain in my foot. Taking a few seconds to get my bearings, I realized that it wasn't me that was dreaming, it was my dog. And I gather his dream wasn't a dream about frolicking in a meadow chasing butterflies. Instead, he must have felt threatened, because it was his bark that I heard, and his bite that I felt.

Yes, the gentle whippet that usually nestles next to my feet was the culprit of the pain. And I think as soon as he came to himself, he realized it. Because he left (almost as if his head was hanging in shame), not to return for the rest of the night.

The damage is minimal, though the pain is a little more than that. I suffered a puncture wound on the outside bottom of my foot, which may affect my running. It certainly affects my walking (at least to me). I'm wearing heals today, which seems to help take the pressure off.

My doctor now has me on antibiotics (just in case). I'm sure all will be fine, but I wonder how I'll do at my practice tomorrow. The swim certainly shouldn't be a problem, but the scheduled 8 mile run may be a different story. I'm a bit hesitant on that one.

I guess I'll have to play that one by ear. Glad that he didn't bite that!

Team Triathlon Today

2008-03-02T20:23:00.005-05:00

Today would have been spent as a recovery day for me after yesterday's awesome run, but instead, I had to meet up with the rest of Team Michigan for our first "practice" triathlon. What is a practice triathlon? For us, it was putting together all three emphases today (swimming, biking and running). Just like a real traithlon. We didn't go the full Olympic distance today, but we weren't far off.

So what did today entail? We did our full distance swim today (.9 mile), and then quickly transitioned to our bike station (which was on our bike trainer since it's still way too cold and icy to ride outside). We rode our bikes for an hour (that equated to around 15 miles, about right for a sprint distance race. As soon as we were done, we had to quickly change into our outdoor running clothes and knock out a 4 mile run.

I have to admit that my legs were a bit fried today as a result of yesterday's run. But I was able to run without INTENTIONALLY stopping. I did have to stop one time, and that was because I got caught having to wait for a train on the way back. Don't tell anyone, but I'm very thankful that it was a long train. *smile*

A day late, a mile short.

2008-03-01T20:12:00.001-05:00

A while back, I set a personal goal to get up to a 10 mile run before March. Well, work (as you know if you've followed this blog), has taken a toll on my training lately, which has left me no time for long runs during the week. Today was such a beautiful day (30 degrees and sunny), I decided to get a long mile under my belt. My original intention was to run 6-7 miles, but then when I was around 5 miles, I was very happy with the way I felt, so I decided to modify my route and add on some distance.

At the time, I had no idea how far I'd run, but I figured it would be around 9 miles (guaged by the time I ran, which was 1 hour 35 minutes. After tracking it on google maps, it turns out that I almost made it that far...8.81 miles. Well, I don't mind rounding that up to 9 miles in my mind...close enough for government work, right? Ok, so I didn't get the 10 mile run in BEFORE March. But I came close! I'll take it.

On a different note, today I saw the first sign of spring. No, it wasn't a robin in my front yard. It was a cyclist riding down Lakeshore Drive, a very welcome sight indeed.

I came, I saw, I conquered.

2008-02-26T20:35:00.001-05:00

Today, I met up with 15 other team members for a one and a half hour bike ride. This wasn't a regular bike ride. It was a ride through a world which I am so close to, yet so far. Today, we met at Fraser Bike Shop to ride on the Wildflower bike course in California. This simulator would be so much like the real thing that a human being's muscles have a hard time telling the similated course from the real course.

I have never experienced being on a simulator, and was eager to see how I'd do. Despite the fact that I'm not going to race the Wildflower course now (a decision I made so as to not fry my legs before my half ironman race just a few weeks later), I wanted to see if I could do it. Especially Lynch Hill, the 7 mile incline that is so well known. (Scroll down for video on this hill.)

Out of the 16 triathletes on the course that night, I came in second to last place. I wasn't ashamed by that. I was proud that I made it up the hill without stopping. I never said I was fast, but I can definitely say that when I set my mind to do something,I have every intention of finishing it.

So today, I am proud to say that I conquered the Wildflower bike course and the infamous Lynch Hill. And I didn't even fry my legs.

Chili Cookoff A Great Success Despite the Weather

2008-02-18T19:37:00.002-05:00

I'm happy to report that despite the icy start to the day, our Team in Training crew was able to attract a bunch of people to our event today, making it a great success! We ended up having 17 different chili entries, and over 60 people in attendence.

We ended up raising almost $1,000 for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society!

Thanks to everyone who came out, who brought chili, and who helped with the event. A special thanks once again to Kim and Sherri from Dragonmead for being such lovely hostesses. And thanks to Stu and Jack for all of their help behind the bar. We couldn't have pulled off this event without all of you!

Charity Chili Event Today

2008-02-17T08:14:00.004-05:00

I've been looking forward to this day for some time. Today is the day of the Charity Chili Cookoff at Dragonmead Brewery! I believe I have everything in order, but there was one thing that I just hadn't thought about...the weather! I woke up to a dreary wet morning. That should be good chili eating weather, right? Well, it gets worse. There is ice on the trees, and THAT could cause a big problem in attendance today.

I just checked the weather forcast (I felt I should after seeing the local news cover a 15-car pile-up that was likely caused by the ice). Even though it's nasty out there now, the good news is that it's going to warm up just enough this afternoon to have the ice melt. Ok, so we'll be expecting a thunderstorm or two. That's nothing. It's the slippery roads I could do without!

So this will be a good test to see how successful this event really is. I hope that the wet weather doesn't scare anyone away!

Check back after today. I'll post all of the winners on my blog, and probably some pictures, too!

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Taking a Deep Breath

2008-02-13T00:18:00.001-05:00

My schedule finally permitted me to get out and practice today. Though our swim practice was far for me (a good 45+ minutes away from home), I knew I had to do it. I'm glad I did.

We swam at the Livonia Rec Center, and that is one of my favorite facilities. The pool is awesome, the water temperature is perfect. Today's mission was to do two half-mile time trials. I completed the first at 14:35, and the second at 14:20. I just looked back on the first time I ever did a time-trial of that distance (back on July 11, 2007), and the first one was 15 minutes for the first and 16 for the second. The improvement doesn't seem like a lot on paper, but it's pretty huge to me, especially seeing the proof that I can keep up my stamina on long-distance swimming now.

Since I've started training last summer, I've focused on both swim technique and what breathing technique works best for me. Some people swim fastest when they hold their breath and do a forceful blow out at once. I, on the other hand, have taken to the school of thought that a slow, relaxed deep breathing technique, similar to what people learn when they scuba dive, works best for me. I breath every third stroke, and begin my exhale as soon as I see my hand pass me on my second stroke. By the time I hit the third stroke, my exhale is almost complete, and I can take a nice deep breath without it feeling forced. This method is almost like meditation for me, and it makes all the difference in the world. I couldn't imagine ever changing.

Perhaps that is one of life's lessons...When you are under pressure to complete the task that is set upon you, don't stress...just relax, focus, and take a deep breath.

I'm looking forward to getting back in the pool now to see what my time is for a 1.2 mile swim (the distance I have to swim for my half ironman). Another goal of mine is to simply see how long I can swim without stopping. I'm thinking that I could last about 2 miles (138 laps) or so...maybe I should start a betting pool.

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A whole lot of nothing.

2008-02-12T08:03:00.000-05:00

Bear with this incredibly boring entry, there is really no substance to it other than it being purely theraputic for me to just get things in writing.

Ok, this cold weather is getting to me! It's a balmy 16 degrees today, which means I should be getting my tail outside and go running. But alas, I'm just not able to get out of that warm bed at 5:30am (when the temperature is only around 10 at best).

I've been able to get to the pool once since my last entry, but that's it. All intentions are there, but one thing or another (cold weather, cold (cough), kids, functions responsibilities, excuses) get in the way. Again! No no, my motivation is still high, and I AM still focused. It's just an ebb and flow thing, which isn't too solid of a gameplan when training for a half Ironman...No comments from the peanut gallery, please.

I'd better get cracking if I am to live up to my goal of running 10 miles straight before March 1st. That day is approaching quickly...Time to get a move-on.

Best workout ever.

2008-02-02T20:19:00.000-05:00

This has been a good week for working out. I was able to motivate myself to get out and run on Tuesday. That run was awesome. It was somewhat short at four miles (can you believe I think that's short nowadays?!). But it was FAST. I felt like a gazelle right out of the gate, and ended up running at a 9.37 minute/mile pace. The weather Tuesday morning was awesome, being a balmy 50 degrees at 6:30am.

Good thing I ran on Tuesday, because Wednesday's weather took a major dive. It was only 13 degrees that day. Of course, Wednesday night was swim practice. Swim practice was pretty good. I swam well in my time trials, and felt strong throughout. We knocked out 3350 yards that night. The one thing about winter training is that it's no fun going to swim practice only to have to head back outside in freezing weather with long, wet hair.

So today was my next opportunity to get some exercise in. It was group spin, and we all met at Fraser Bike Shop. I felt really good today (lack of beer last night?), so I did double duty and biked with both the Olympic training session and the Half Ironman training session. In the end, I was on my bike for just shy of two hours, riding well over 30 miles.

But the day didn't stop there. I decided to join the half Ironman team to run outside afterwards. It was a bit windy, but the temperature was a comfortable 30 degrees (what I consider my favorite running temperature). It was still very icy from the snow that had melted and refroze. I wore some traction spikes on my running shoes, which allowed me to effortlessly run over the slipperiest of conditions without worry. I love those things!!! In the end, I got in four miles of running through the ice and snow. I felt FANTASTIC and would have gone further, but my stomach just wouldn't allow it. At that point, it was 12:15pm and I had only had 1 energy bar and 2 power gels since awaking. I was flat out hungry.

So after 2 hours and 40 minutes of constant exercise, I treated myself to a 6" chicken teriaki sub from Subway, and it may have been the best Subway sandwich I have ever had.

It was a GREAT workout day, and I'm really happy that I'm out of my rut.

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Join me in my mission to raise $5,000 in the fight against cancer!
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Confessions of an Over-Achiever

2008-01-25T21:24:00.000-05:00

This just in...there HAVE been sightings of my motivation, and I think I may have just found it too. Contrary to popular opinion, I didn't see it on the street or find it hidden by my dogs under the sofa. I didn't see it while spinning on my bike or running in the bitter 17 degree Michigan weather last weekend.

I saw it in my friends, those who I know well and those who I have never met. I saw it in you, the person who took enough interest to stop and read this silly blog. I found my motivation it in your hearts, and oh what an incredible find. THANK YOU. Now I know that I probably should have found my motivation through all of the wonderful people who I'm racing for, all those folks who are fighting like hell against some form cancer or another that they have. Yes, I do often find my motivation for them...this time was different though, and I couldn't understand what was going on.

But thanks to all of your guidance, I now know that this is normal. It's called burnout, and I simply needed a mental (and perhaps physical) break. Why didn't she know this before, you may ask? Well, take a look at how far back my blog goes...not too far, really. I only started getting into this stuff last May. Before that, I was pretty content finding other things to keep me busy, and those things certainly weren't as taxing on the body or the mind. So in retrospect, this really was my first big rut and I just didn't know how to handle it (or if I should handle it at all!).

So thanks to you, who swears that you saw my motivation on the street. And to you, who took the time out to give such amazing advice to a complete stranger. And to you, who offers up good advice even when you sway me away from my priorities for an occasional beer. And to you, who cares so much to always want to hear about my latest accomplishment, even if it's just getting my tail off the sofa that day. Thanks to you, who endures my endless stories of my running pace or what my cadence is this week. And to you, who encourages me to push beyond my limitations with the pure belief that I really can do it.

You know who you are. All of you. And I thank you all for being there for me and helping me find that motivation all over again.

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LOST: Motivation...Reward if found.

2008-01-20T08:16:00.000-05:00

I have big plans for 2008. Athletically, I plan to finish the Wildflower Olympic Distance Triathlon without getting myself injured, including a successful bike up a steep, seven mile incline in the mountains of California. I plan to reach 13 miles in my run training in preparation for the Florida Ironman 70.3. I plan on crossing the finish line of that race before they close the course down. (I need to reach the last loop of the run before 3pm, and the course closes 7 hours after the start of the last swim wave.) I plan on not letting myself go once my two big races in May are done. I intend on continuing my training throughout the summer, and compete in local triathlons and duathlons with my friends.

I've got everything it takes to get all of this done. The tools, the support, the coaching, the ability. Well, all of the ingredients but one. Motivation. The last few weeks have been the hardest I've ever hit when it comes to being motivated. I've made some poor choices lately, like opting to go grab a beer after work instead of getting my butt into the pool or choosing to eat some food that I otherwise would pass on. (That large box of frango mints I got at Christmas? Gone within a week.) I've chosen to sleep as late as I can before work instead of forcing myself out of bed at 5:00am to get on my bike.

Lately, food, sleep and less-than-healthy beverages have been sounding pretty good, and I'm losing my focus. I knew this would happen, though, which is precisely why I joined the Team in Training program again last fall. It is the accountability through being a mentor, a fundraiser, a teammate and an advocate for such a good cause that is keeping me going. Otherwise, I fear that I may have just gone into a full tailspin by now. The fact that I have to go to team practice twice a week is the one thing I've been holding onto, telling me that I CAN pull myself out of this rut. I must.

A lot of people have inquired as to how I've been doing. Some people who have tracked my progress closely know that I'm not training the way I should be right now. I've been getting all sorts of comments lately, most encouraging me to keep going. For those of you who have been on me, THANK YOU. Don't give up on me, I need your support and your encouragement now more than ever.

This week, I plan on sharpening my focus and getting my sh*t together. If you read this, reply to this entry and tell me what YOU do when you find yourself unmotivated. I'm sure that I can learn something from everyone's situation, and I'm eager to hear yours.

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2007. Just another number.

2008-01-01T12:21:00.000-05:00

2007.

Biked: 431 miles.
Ran: 236 miles.
Swam: 71453 yards.
Miles traveled to practices: Over 1500.
Run races: 3.
Sprint triathlons: 2.
Olympic triathlons: 1.
Money raised for Leukemia and Lymphoma Society: $6,500.
Friends made: countless.
Crossing the finish line for a good cause: priceless.

2008, here I come.

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Redeeming myself.

2007-12-31T23:00:00.000-05:00

Today wasn't just the last day of 2007, it was the last day that I can get another race under my belt. This time around, I entered the Belle Isle 4 Mile Fun Run, a casual running race located on Belle Isle near Detroit. I had been looking forward to this run for some time, mainly because I knew I would see friends and Team in Training teammates. It's alwasy so much fun to see people I know at a race.

This race was also important to me because it gave me the chance to redeem myself after Saturday's pathetic run that I had. I had a bit of worry festering in the back of my mind since I hadn't tested my legs since that happened...but I was sporting new shoes! Perhaps the new shoes would make a difference both physically and mentally...like a golfer buying new golf clubs.

The weather was overcast (as it is on most Michigan winter days), but we got lucky in that it wasn't raining or snowing. There was a light breeze and the temperature hovered at around 31 degrees. Perfect. I started the race along side of friends Brian, Pete and Amelia. After a half mile, I heard Brian yell out asking how I was doing. "My legs are holding up", I responded. I was glad to give that response.

I ran focused on relaxing and keeping a good cadence to my stride. As I passed the first mile, I checked my watch. 9:41. Great! I was on pace at a sub 10 minute mile. Mile 2 approached. 19:41. Still good, though I was losing some speed, time to pick it up. I decided not to check my watch at mile 3, but just focus on my pace and be thankful that my legs weren't shutting down like they had on Saturday.

When I crossed the finish line, I looked down at my watch. 38:20! A new personal best! I was so excited, and thankful to have been able to put out one last good performance before the year closed out. And to be able to celebrate along side friends was just as special.

I am looking forward to an incredible 2008 with the opportunity to break new records and reach new goals.

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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

2007-12-29T15:00:00.000-05:00

This morning, we had our group bike and run training. I was looking forward to the workout despite the cold, windy weather. The day started indoors at Fraser bike, where my team and I biked through a 60 minute spin workout. Coach Kevin worked us hard and I found myself quite winded more than once. By the time I was finished, I was invigorated having had what I considered the best bike spin practice yet this season.

After the bike practice was over, I was intending on running 4-6 miles outside. After I changed into some dry running clothes, I was on my way. Within a half mile, something unexplainable happened. My lower legs completely cramped up. I felt as if someone had transplanted someone else's legs onto my body. I experienced muscle cramps, shin splints, fatigue, all resulting in me having no choice to walk. For a time, I felt like I could barely do that. I was so frustrated and had no explaination.

With only a mile under my belt, I headed back to the bike shop, completely disgusted with my performance. I spoke with my coaches, who speculated a number of different reasons as to why this could have happened. Perhaps I spent too much time after biking before I started running. Perhaps I was dehydrated. Perhaps it was my shoes. Perhaps it just happened to be a bad day. All reasons were unacceptable to me, and I was ticked off at myself to say the least. But I was happy with one thing that I had done, which was to listen to my body when it shut down. I've learned that lesson the hard way before, only to find myself injured.

So what did I do after my pathetic performance? I drove straight to a running shop and purchased new shoes. I knew I was due, so I figured I could eliminate at least one variable.

Hopefully this was a freak thing and that this too, shall pass.

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Imagine...it's easy if I try.

2007-12-16T20:44:00.000-05:00

I close my eyes...and I find myself on an ocean-side beach house. The last remnants of a big storm that had blown through earlier today are in the form of an overcast sky. It's 4:00pm, and the rains have finally passed. I look out through the back window, where the beach is calling my name, inviting me to run with the wind down the shoreline.

It doesn't take much to talk me into it. I strap on my shoes, get on my running gear, and head outdoors.

My feet hit the sand, and I start to stride along side the water. The sand feels soft under my feet, reminding me of a leaf-ladened trail run. The stiff wind blows against my face in a refreshing sort of way, occasionally blowing sand against my body. At times, I find it hard to get good footing in the areas where the sand is not packed down. Despite it all, the thought brings a smile to my face. I run on.

As I continue down the shoreline, I look for others like me. There is no one else, no other runner. However, I pass a number of adults and children frolicking in the sand, building sand castles, giant hills and more. Just hours before, the storm had kept everyone hostage in their dwelling. Now they are free to explore what the storm had left behind.

Only a half mile from the end of my run, something in the sky catches my eye. It's a splash of incredible color. I follow the hue along the horizon as the colors on the clouds intensify into one of the most amazing sunsets that I have ever seen. If there could ever be a rainbow held within a sunset, this is it. I momentarily stop and simply take it all in, as if I am transported into a beautiful painting. Thank you, storm, for leaving this exquisite leftover.

With joy in my heart and peace within my soul, I head back to my beach house, totally satified with this unforgettable journey...and then I open my eyes, and I find myself back in southern Michigan, where many of us are still digging out from the big storm that had blown through earlier today.

Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

-Taken from John Lennon's Imagine

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A Change of Scenery -- I'd Better Get Used To It

2007-12-11T22:26:00.000-05:00

Hello from Santa Rosa, California!

I'm fortunate to have a change of scenery in my workouts this week. Instead of facing blustery snow, bone-chilling rain or both, I've awoken to the sunny, cool mountain air of Santa Rosa, California as my family and I visit my mother-in-law and family.

Maybe I should correct myself. Santa Rosa isn't necessarily tucked in the mountains, but compared to what we have in Michigan, it seems that way. The locals call the scenery "rolling hills" in these parts. Whatever you want to call them, I call them beautiful...and challenging.

I've approached my workouts with a "carpe diem" mentality on this trip. Though I haven't run every day, the days that I have run, I've made sure to challenge myself and enjoy every moment (or fake myself into thinking I'm enjoying it).

On one of my runs, I decided to go where the wind took me. For six miles, I followed a creek and found a narrow path that took me through a beautiful wooded area that grew along side the water's path. I really enjoyed that run, though I wasn't really sure where I was going. I saw egrets, gorgeous blue birds, and an array of interesting folliage and mosses. I even passed a transient, who was content with simply watching me as I ran by him.

I found myself honing in on my ability to downhill ski (a sport that I took on when I was five years old), as I weaved my way through the woods. I constantly had to make sure to look at least 4-5 steps ahead so as to avoid the rocks and branches, all while maneuvering my body back and forth as if I was strategically racing down a slalom course. Doing this put a smile on my face as I mentally transported myself back in time, imagining that I was dillegently practicing my skiing technique in preparation for a big race.

Another one of my runs (yesterday) involved a hill much bigger than I have ever tackled before. It wasn't what one may consider long, but I'd estimate that it was about a 1/3 mile incline. I don't know my grades, but it was steep enough for me to stop just shy from the peak. One nice thing about hills is that there is always a downside. I welcomed that side with open arms, and took a mental picture of the beautiful mountains that were around me. Today, I'm sore in muscles I didn't even know I had. I'd better find more hills in the next five months...the Wildflower race I'm registered for in May will have plenty like the one I tackeled yesterday.

Tomorrow is my last opportunity to get a workout in before heading back to Michigan. My internal debate is whether to tackle that hill once more, hit the trail that winds around the creek, or to find a new trail altogether. I'm not a big planner, so I'll probably decide when my foot hits the pavement. Whatever may come, I will enjoy every moment of it, since this may be the last time my shoe sees pavement (as opposed to snow) for a while.

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Turkey sighting (and then some) on Thanksgiving Day

2007-11-24T10:00:00.000-05:00

A while back, a friend of mine told me about a race he participates in every year, the Detroit Turkey Trot. I had heard of this race, but only through mentions of local television reporters who would air the story as I'd sit back on my reclining sofa snuggled up in my comforter and plush morning slippers.

This year has been somewhat of a turning point in my life, where I have found myself having changed from an occasional yet somewhat sedentary athlete to someone who can't go for over a week without doing some kind of blood pumping activity. That is why hearing of the race peaked my interest. I knew I'd have to run throughout the winter, so why not obligate myself to do so by entering myself in yet another race? I knew it would be fun (races always are), and I figured I'd see friends at the site that day too. Thus, it was decided. I was going to race in the Detroit Turkey Trot on a brisk Michigan Thanksgiving morning.

Fast forward to November 22, 2007, 6am. I woke up to find snow on the ground -- the first snowfall of the year. The temperature must had dropped a good 15 degrees from the day before. I touched the cold glass on the window (my personal and somewhat reliable testing method of seeing how cold it is outside before I even walk down the stairs) and made the decision that I would use my new winter running gear that I had just purchased in Islamorada, Florida (of all places) just weeks before.

With coffee in hand and all bundled up, I went outside, brushed the snow off my car and headed towards Detroit. Somehow the time had seemed to pass by faster than expected, and I found myself slipping behind the schedule I had set for myself. At first, the traffic was light, though I was surprised at the amount of cars on the road on such an early Thanksgiving morning. Wasn't the evening prior to Thanksgiving the biggest bar night of the year? Why are all of these people on the road? Shouldn't they be nursing their hangovers? Ahh, I digress...

The closer I got to the Cobo Center (the site of the start and finish line of this race), the more congested the traffic became. I knew that all of these people congregating in this particular spot surely weren't here to race in the Turkey Trot. They were, however, probably coming in for the big Detroit parade that immediately followed. And the traffic jam that I found myself in was likely a result of that.

My original intention was to park at the Cobo Center, which opened up their lot for $3 to the runners that day. Since I had only gone about 50 yards in a five minute period, however, I knew that if I stayed on this course I'd surely miss the race. So I veered off, and parked about three blocks away.

The sun hadn't come up yet, which was a bit surreal for me as I ran through the dark and bitter cold towards Cobo. By the time I got to the race site, I was thankful that I had parked so far away. The short run did me some good to warm up my body. I entered the building to find hundreds and hundreds of runners who had congregated for this same event.

Almost immediately, I found myself smiling. Not because I felt like I was in good company, not because I knew I made it in time before the start of the race, but because of all of the crazy outfits that I was surrounded by. These people really WERE crazy! They dressed up in an array of interesting, holiday-themed outfits. I saw a number of elves, santas, and turkeys. It's as if I walked into some costume party where people were competing for the best outfit. After a while, I almost started feeling out of place because I was dressed up as...well...a prepared runner ready to face the bitter cold. How vanilla.

The start of the race was approaching fast, so I corralled myself outside with the rest of the runners. I huddled myself in the middle of the pack, to protect myself from the wind. After a brief (not brief enough when you are standing in the cold!) word from the race sponsers, the final countdown began. 10. 9. 8.....3. 2. 1. GO! Yes, I can finally start moving again...if only the people in front of me would move. I waited. And waited. And waited. I was getting ancy. The seconds seemed like minutes, so I moved myself onto the sidewalk to pass the people who hadn't yet had the opportunity to get moving, as if I were a car illegally veering onto the shoulder to bypass a traffic jam.

That appeared to be a great solution, and I finally was able to get past the congestion because of it. I realized soonafter, though, that it may not have been the best decision because there was one key element that I had missed...going over the chip-reader to start my race clock. Do I turn around and go over the reader, or should I just continue on, knowing that I had started the timer on my watch? I knew I wouldn't win any medals, I was here for the experience. So I elected to press forward, knowing that my time may not even show on the official results.

As soon as I started running, I started warming up. The temperature was 34 degrees, but it didn't seem to bother me. I was more concerned for some of the people that ran by me, like the two young gents whose outfits merely included their running shoes and their speedos. (What crazy guys to not use boxers, I'm sure they offer much more insulation.) And then there was the Christmas tree. She was slow, but she looked toasty warm, perhaps even overheated.

Running past the parade gallery was a new experience. It was fun for me to visualize that only a few hours later, gigantic parade floats would travel down these same roads, bringing delight to the children who would huddle together to stay warm as they sip their hot cocoa. I was amazed to see some of the set-ups that people had put together for their parade-watching venture. They ranged from people in sleeping bags on chairs, to camping tents, to RVs, and even a few fully assembled hunting blinds. THOSE people looked warm!

My run took me all the way around the Detroit Institute of Arts. At the 5K turning point, there was a Detroit City police car emmitting "Sunny Days", the Sesame Street song, from its speakers. Strange choice of songs, I thought, as I listened to the echoed melody filling the air for miles. That song would continue to play in my head long after the race was over. Thank you, Detroit City Police, for that.

Around one hour later, I found myself back at Cobo with the finish line in sight. I sprinted hard towards the finish line and crossed it with the clock showing 1:02:53. Not bad, though I had hoped for a goal of under one hour. I knew my time would be different than the clock, though I wasn't sure if I'd ever get an official read because of the fact that I didn't go over the chip reader in the beginning to officially start MY time. I looked down at my race watch, and to my delight, it showed 0:59:45. I had done it! I had completed the 10K race with my personal best time.

I was amazed at the amount of people that I saw running that day. There surely didn't seem like that many people when I started...where did they all come from? Where had they been hiding? It turns out that this race was the biggest Turkey Trot race in Detroit history, with over 9500 registrants and 7500 finishers. I did see a couple friends through my Team in Training group, though I didn't see everyone that I knew would be there, including my friend that had originally suggested that I run the race. He was at home, sitting on his sofa nestled in a comforter with plush morning slippers on, nursing a cold (or perhaps a hangover).

In Good Company
Among all of the outfits that I saw today, this was by far my favorite. The race just wouldn't be the same without the fine employees of Dunder Mifflin.

An Amazing Benefit for Vesna

2007-11-18T19:00:00.000-05:00

I was priviledged to attend an amazing event today, a benefit concert in honor of my friend Vesna. When I walked through the doors of St. Clair of Montefalco in Grosse Pointe, I expected to see about a hundred or so people who were friends of Vesna or patrons of the Vienna Cafe. Instead, I walked into a full church with well over 800 people. I quickly realized that there were so many people that were just like me, who considered Vesna a friend regardless of how long they've known her.

In a short six-week time span, a few of Vesna's dearest friends, Barbara Ogar and Mr. Fishman pulled together an amazing benefit concert that included musicians from all walks of life. Some were from the Detroit Symphony Orchestra, some were local muscians who performed with the Grosse Pointe Symphony, some were children who have played on Vesna's piano in the cafe, and some were complete strangers to her who had never met her yet who volunteered their talents for this special cause.

Regardless of the history these musicians had with Vesna or her friends, the music that was created this evening was truly harmonious and beautiful, as if these talents had rehearsed together for months. It reminded me of the background music that fills the air every time I walk into The Vienna Cafe with my daughters. I felt right at home as I listened to the notes dancing gently through the air.

I'm confident that the money raised tonight for Miss Vesna was substancial, which brings me comfort. Medical expenses are not cheap, nor is the cost to run a restaurant (which still has yet to open again). I know that every penny raised today will be used wisely.

It is said that if you throw a pebble into a lake, the ripples of the impact will change the shoreline forever. As I looked around at all of the people that came together for Vesna today, I realized how true this statement is. Vesna is that pebble, and her impact is obvious and broad. She is an amazing individual who makes everyone feel that they are beautiful, inside and out. Her positive energy is contagious, and it is clearer than ever that she truly has made an impact on everyone who has ever met her, beit once or numerous times. She certainly has made an impact on me and my children, and we are the better for it. I am hoping that her struggle with this terrible cancer has a happy ending so that we can all celebrate.

Thanks to everyone who organized and participated in this event today. You are all amazing and I really enjoyed the entire experience.

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Ready, Set, GO!

2007-11-17T16:05:00.000-05:00

Today was the first group practice of the new season. Around 40 of the 70 athletes that have signed up so far to participate in the Team in Training triathlons in May showed up bright and early at the Cranbrook Natatorium.

Though there was a football season chill in the air outside, the inside of the building was unusually warm and tropical-like. It made huddling up at 7:45 that much easier! Our practice started out with some words from Coach Anne, and then the floor was turned over to me for a few minutes as I was given the opportunity as a team mentor to dedicate this day's practice to an honored hero.

Having found out just a few weeks ago that my friend Vesna was diagnosed with stage-4 non-Hodgkins lymphoma, it was only natural to highlight her as our honored hero for the day. I was so happy to be able to dedicate today's practice to her, especially since this was truly the launch of the new season. It was symbolic in a way. Here, all of us are facing a long ang grueling training schedule for the next six months. Vesna, on the other hand, faces a totally different and more difficult challenge than I could even imagine. It makes our schedule look like a cakewalk.

The actual practice went well for me. There were so many people in the pool this morning that it was hard for me to see who was really having a challenge with the swim. Coach Anne did a great job, working with the beginners as well as the advanced swimmers. Once we were all done, some of us met up with Coach Anne after practice for an unofficial run through the beautiful trails of the Cranbrook school grounds.

She is training for her Ironman event that takes place next June, so her run was going to consist of a 10-mile route this day. About 10 of us decided to join her, though most of us surely wouldn't be able to go the 10-mile distance. I decided to try and get around six miles in, which I felt would be a good distance for me, especially since today would be a 100% trail run.

The weather was awesome for running. There was a slight breeze and an overcast sky, and the temperature was the low- to mid-40s. I was wondering how warm I'd be having to run with wet hair, but once I got started it didn't seem to bother me. In fact, I think the wet hair was quite refreshing.

Running through the Cranbrook trails in the fall is beautiful. Many of the leaves are still on the trees, though the colors have subdued to mostly yellows and browns. The smell of fall surrounded me as my feet would land on the soft ground below. I ran through a beautiful trail that took me around a lake, various benches, a bog and a georgeous oriental garden. It seemed as though I had found my own private sanctuary. I enjoyed my route so much that I ended up running it four times overall.

In the end, I probably ran around seven miles. Pretty good for just having gotten done with swim practice. It's amazing how far I've come since I first started training in May. Now that I have one Olympic distance triathlon under my belt, I am excited to encounter new opportunities in my training and my goals.

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Racing for Miss Vesna

2007-11-12T22:56:00.000-05:00

Back in late August, my husband was out of town for a few days on a photoshoot. When it's just the girls and I, we often go out to dinner at the restaurant of their choice. I joke that the girls are taking me out on a date, and it's a wonderful time of bonding and special moments for us.

My daughter Lindsey, even at a mere five years old, had asked that we go one of my favorite places, The Vienna Cafe, for dinner. As with all of the other times we have visited there, we were welcomed with open arms by Miss Vesna, as the girls call her. She is the owner of the Cafe, a place that we have frequented since Lindsey was just a little baby. Vesna Dulbic has been able to watch the girls grow up as the years go by, and she celebrates that by posting their yearly school photos on her beloved wall of patrons' children.

Most of the time when I am at The Vienna Cafe, Vesna is a one-woman show. She waits the tables, she cooks the food, she does the dishes. With all of that, she always takes the time to hug the girls and spend time with them, creating special deserts for them as a reward for eating well. She is amazing. Her food is amazing. Her aura is amazing. And everyone that walks in her doors knows it. I've never seen a patron there without a smile on their face.

I drive by The Vienna Cafe on occasion when I pick up Mallory from her preschool. I had noticed that the Cafe had been closed the last time or two I drove by, and I attributed it to the thought that she must be traveling abroad or taking an extended vacation. That is certainly understandable, being that basically she operates the place solo, at least from what I can tell. She has taken vacations in the past, so this was no different. Or so I thought.

This week, I learned that this beautiful lady whom I am blessed to call a friend was diagnosed with stage 4 non-Hodgkin's lymphoma just days after we visited her in August. I never would have guessed that there was anything wrong at all by the radiance she exuded, and I'm not certain that she knew at that time what laid ahead of her either.

It makes me mad that she has to go through this. Like everyone else that has had to walk down this road, she doesn't deserve this. And hearing this news reinforces the fact that I am indeed in this Team in Training program FOR ALL OF THE RIGHT REASONS. We MUST continue the fight to find a cure, just as Vesna is fighting to rid herself from this terrible illness.

So this time around, Miss Vesna, I race for you.

For anyone who reads this and who lives in the greater Detroit area, please visit friendsofvienna.com to learn about the status of Vesna, The Vienna Cafe, and any events that may be taking place to help her out. Even if you don't live here, or you don't know her, please keep Vesna in your prayers.

And if you want to donate to the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society and help us in our fight to put a stop to this terrible disease once and for all, please visit http://www.active.com/donate/tntmi/andi to join me in this quest.

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Energized and Ready For the New Season!

2007-11-11T17:23:00.000-05:00

The new triathlon training season is less than a week away for our Team in Training. It has taken me some time to get back into the swing of things. I've found the time off to be welcomed and frustrating at the same time. During this downtime, I've had a couple more precious hours to spend with my family, and that is always cherished especially because my girls will be all grown up in what will seem to be the blink of an eye.

On the other hand, I feel that my body has gone into hibernation mode. Since the triathlon in Washington DC, I've gained a few pounds and surely have lost some muscle. My will to exercise has been hard to find, and I have found myself starting to slip into the habit of finding the sofa more comfortable than hitting the pavement.

That is why this past weekend couldn't have come at a better time. I headed down to sunny Florida to spend some time with my wonderful cousins. One day was spent in Miami with family from my mother's side, and that was great. Though I was only in Miami for a day, I was able to run four miles in beautiful, hot weather.

I was also able to meet Caru, a fellow triathlete in my beginnertriathlete.com mentor group. She will be racing with me in both races in May, which is very exciting. We'll be training together, even though we will be over 2000 miles away from each other. The internet is a wonderful tool and has made the world a much smaller place. I'm grateful to have gotten to meet her in person for the first time during this trip.

The rest of my time in Florida was spent in Key West with five of my cousins from my dad's side for a girls' weekend. This is the first time anyone has organized a trip like this, and it's a shame that nothing like this has taken place until this year. I had a wonderful time getting to know each cousin on an individual level. I learned about family history, personal triumphs and challenges, and truly appreciated each of my cousins for their unique traits. The whole weekend was wonderful and an experience I won't soon forget.

Being that Key West also has such a great climate, I felt compelled to run as much as I could. I ran two of the three days I was down there. The first day I ran to many of my favorite places in Old Key West. Southernmost Point, White Street Pier, Blue Heaven and Courthouse Deli were some of the stops. The overall route was around five miles.

The second run was only three miles, but that was because I stopped by Margaritaville to visit my friend Mel. My route took me all the way south down Duval and then back North to Mallory Square. Just the act of running in that wonderful town was very gratifying and almost magical.

So now that I'm back in Michigan, I feel re-energized on many different levels. My mind is sharp, my body is reinvigorated, and I'm looking forward to starting this season's training.

Our Team in Training Kick-off Meeting is this Wednesday, and that is the official launch of the season. I'm excited to meet the team and get started!

Just one of the beautiful sunsets in Key West. If only I could bring the warmth to the cold Michigan winters!

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Great Day Despite Spartan Loss

2007-11-04T08:33:00.001-05:00

It ain't easy being green...
At least I was able to raise some green for Leukemia and Lymphoma Society!

Today I headed up to East Lansing, Michigan, the home of the beloved Spartans. My objective today wasn't to see the 100th rivalry game against the U-M Wolverines. It wasn't to spend the early part of the day tailgating, either. Today was my first ever "Bead Drive", where I spent many hours giving away beads for donations to raise money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society.

There couldn't have been a better day for tailgating, football games, or fundraising. The weather was cool but not uncomfortable. The bright sun offset the slight breeze that would have otherwise sent a chill down a spine every now and then. And the atmosphere on campus was one of hope and optimism regardless of where alliances laid.

I was a bit nervous when I first started heading into the crowds, not just because of the always-present fear of rejection (which I know I can usually quickly overcome) but because I was wondering if I could actuallly unload 400 strands of fairly heavy beads.

I found my co-worker, Peter, early on and was able to leave my rolling cooler, full of beads, over by his tailgate area while I loaded bunches on my arm. It took me a while to get into "the ask", but before I knew it, I was mingling nicely with both Spartan and U-M fans. The wonderful thing was that everyone I spoke with was equally pleasant.

I had colors that represented both sides of the rivalry today, and it ended up working out great. U-M fans were very appreciative that I hadn't left them out in my color scheme.

As I strolled through the crowds, I got many good lucks, many thank yous, and many offers for beer and food which I took a pass on except the one instance where I was inclined try some sausage that had been made with a gentleman's kill, a goose, that he had recently gotten. It wasn't bad at all, I must say!

At the end of the day, the Spartans suffered another disappointing loss. But the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society was a big winner today. I was able to rid myself of all 400 beads and ended up raising $741 towards my mission. That's a lot of beer money that came out of people's pockets today.

So thank you to everyone who supported Team in Training today!!! Your money will be used wisely on cancer research and patient support programs, and that should make you feel great. And the best part is, you won't have a hangover!

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My Longest Run to Date

2007-10-28T21:36:00.000-04:00

Michigan's fall weather has, for the most part, been amazing so far. This day was no different. Today was a beautiful, brisk day. The temperature topped out at around 55 degrees during the day, which is perfect running weather. My busy day didn't permit me to get out of the house, though, since I had to take my kids to a pumpkin decorating party. (That was a treat for me too, since I always enjoy watching my kids have fun and it is also a great opportunity to catch up with friends.)

I ended up being able to lace up my shoes right before sundown and head out for what I hoped would be a long run. I wanted to knock out six miles, but I wasn't fully expecting I could do that being that I've only been running once a week in the last month.

The temperature was holding steady at 50 degrees, so I never felt like I was overheating. In fact, it was almost energizing. I decided to take my long route along Lakeshore Drive. It proved to be a good decision as I enjoyed observing all of the Halloween decorations that the mansions displayed.

After I circled back and was approaching my house, I started becoming disappointed that my run was over so quickly. I hadn't been keeping track of time, but it seemed as though it was over before I knew it. So I decided to run back towards the water, and added another mile and a half to my run.

By this time, it was dark. Only the street lights and an occasional passing car illuminated the streets now, so I had to be more careful to lift up my feet so as to not trip on cracks that may be hidden underneath the fallen leaves. With about a mile to go, I saw a blind man on the sidewalk coming from the opposite direction. I watched which side of the sidewalk he seemed to favor, so that I could safely navigate around him.

As I passed, I thought I'd be polite and say hello. I figured that he likely heard me coming since I am not the most graceful runner in the world...You see, I run more like an elephant than a gazelle. As soon as I said it, however, he was so startled that jumped straight up and let out a loud screech. Oh, I felt so bad. So much for good manners.

Anyways, I made it back home with no other incidences and tracked my route on beginnertriathlete.com. The end result? I ran 7 miles on the nose. I have only run that far one other time in my life, and that was almost 20 years ago.

Other than scaring the living daylights out of a blind guy, I am pretty proud of my accomplishment today. It gives me hope that I can perhaps run the full length when I race in the half Ironman in May. That will be a 13.1 mile run, a half marathon.

Now if Florida would just have nice 50 degree weather for the race like I had today...wishful thinking.

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My Starting Line as a Mentor

2007-10-24T22:57:00.000-04:00

Tonight I attended the Mentor Kickoff meeting. There are five of us that will lead the three Team in Training groups that will be racing in the spring. I'll be mentoring the people that signend up for the Wildflower Olympic Triathlon (the race that I will also be participating in), and also the group that will race in the St. Anthony's Triathlon in Florida just a week before ours. (No, I won't be racing at that one.) There is also a group that will be racing in the Wildflower Half-Ironman, a 70.3 mile race that is twice the distance of the Olympic distance.

I'm really looking forward to being a mentor. Our role is significantly different than the coaches of the teams. While coaches will advise on technique, training and nutrition, I'll be able to coach my team on how to successfully raise money for this good cause. I'll also be with the team every step of the way, attending the practices, meetings and other activities that are scheduled throughout this venture. Perhaps the most important part of my role, though, is really as my team's psychological sofa. I want to be there for them as they celebrate their successes and persevere through their struggles. The Team in Training program is a lot of fun, but it isn't always easy. The key is to keep up the enthusiasm, start early in the fundraising, stay the course, and never, ever, ever give up.

It's my hope that those that sign up for these races will create the same awesome experiences that I have had through the TNT program. It really is something special, and to think...it's ALL for a great cause.

Let the season begin!

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Act Now For a Great Deal

2007-10-22T22:03:00.000-04:00

Perhaps you are visiting this entry because you came across it accidentally in pursuit of some life-changing information that you were hoping to find on the Web. Perhaps you are blog-curious and wanted to learn more about the world of online journals. Or perhaps you are visiting here at this point in time because of an email I just blasted out to you. (Maybe it's all of the above!)

For those who got my latest email, you may have been hoping that you wouldn't hear from me again for a while. Well, I tried to restrain myself, really. But when it comes to email, I just can't help myself. (Hey, I did get the SPAMMER OF THE YEAR award at my work, mind you.)

If you did get my plea to join me in the next part of the Team in Training journey, I'm encouraged that at least you are checking out my blog. Perhaps this can sway you to stick around for a while.

Please consider adding yourself to my email list so you can travel along with me in this next venture. Email me at aduncan@pmvtech.com and put "WILDFLOWER" in the subject line. By doing that, you will open your world to an array of monthly new communications from me, all with the best of intentions. They'll be exciting, enticing, and only leaving you wanting more! But you can't get in on the fun unless you act now. Email me today!

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Sneek Peak of the Wildflower Race

2007-10-18T12:25:00.000-04:00

I found this video during my lunch hour on the 2007 Wildflower Race. This is the same race that I will be participating in through Team in Training. Here, you can get a glimpse of what I'll be enduring come May. Though this is still over six months away, I started getting really excited when I saw this video!

Well, until I found THIS video. This is the infamous Lynch Hill, filmed from the front seat of a pick-up truck during a Team in Training weekend...This hill is the "big one" that we have to conquer during the bike portion of the course. It's a 7-mile incline. My legs are sore already...I'd better start training.

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A New Race, A New Start

2007-10-17T21:02:00.000-04:00

I set up my new Team in Training page today. (Check it out at http://www.active.com/donate/tntmi/andi and let me know what you think!) It's kind of a wierd feeling. Though I now have the experience of completing a race through this program, the same original fears are creeping up on me. Fears about the course (the Wildflower is one of the hardest in the country), fears about fundraising (I am starting from scratch), fears about time and life balance. I've always been one to stare fear in the face and say "you are not my problem", using that fear to fuel my desire to find a solution. I will persevere this time, too.

I won't be able to tap into the same crowd I did last time for donations (though if any of you are reading this and need a last minute tax deductable donation at the end of the year, keep me in mind!!). Sorry for the shameless plug *smile* I'm going to have to get creative this time around. I'm also going to have to set a good example, because I have officially been asked to be a team mentor for all of the new athletes that have never done a race through the TNT program. I'm really excited about that, and am truly honored to have been asked. It's hard to believe that just this May, I was in the same place that they were.

I'm proud on how far I've come on so many levels. (I couldn't have done it without the help of a ton of people. Family, friends, strangers.) At the same time, though, I'm excited to face this next challenge and look forward to that finish line when May comes around. I hope you stick around to follow me in this journey.

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112558. Just another number?

2007-10-07T17:23:00.000-04:00

When I was in the height of my training this summer, I got cocky. I felt great, my injuries were behind me, and I knew deep in my heart that I would finish the Nation's Triathlon in September. I had been deeply involved in discussions with my online group of triathlon friends, and everyone was talking about their accomplishments and their goals. I was having fun racing in sprint triathlons and training with my friends. I realized that the momentum must continue even after this race in Washington DC is over.

So, in a moment of insanity, I registered for something that at one point I never would have considered. I registered for a half Ironman race. I hadn't COMPLETELY lost my mind by thinking I could do a full Ironman. That's a 140 mile race...only crazy people do that. A half Ironman is certainly attainable, I thought to myself. It's just double the distance of an Olympic distance traithlon, something that I have already accomplished. Almost immediately after I hit "register", I received an email of congratulations. "You have successfully registered for the Florida Ironman 70.3. You now have an official Ironman number: 112558."

There have been a lot of numbers assigned to me in my lifetime. My driver's licence number. My jersey number in my sports. My college ID (which I strangely remember even though I've long since graduated...1089763.) But this newest number, even if I can't remember it, seems more significant than the others. To me, it says I CAN DO THIS. To others, it may mean SHE'S OFFICIALLY LOST HER NOGGIN. (Hush up, you naysayers. LA LA LA LA I'm not listening!)

So as I think about this gigantic and lofty goal that I have set for myself, I now have to get all my ducks in a row. My training schedule won't increase, which is a very good thing being that I do still value and cherish the time with my family, especially my beautiful girls. I have realized in the last two weeks since finishing the Nation's Triathlon race that I am not very motivated on my own, and excel when training with a group.

I decided to sign up for one more Olympic distance triathlon through Team in Training, so that I could prepare for this half Ironman. Team in Training has been a great opportunity for me to not just get my tush in shape, but make a difference by doing something good at the same time. My hope is that Team in Training will choose me as a team mentor so that I can formally share my enthusiasm and fundraising ideas with the rest of the group.

I'll have to start all over with fundraising, and that will be a challenge. I've tapped out most of my friends (or likely exhausted the rest by sending my "monthly updates" when training for the last race). But hey, I'm 112558. I'm ready for the challenge, and expect to meet all my goals once again.

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September 30: Feeling Good

2007-09-30T22:52:00.000-04:00

I turned in early last night (around 11pm). It's obvious that I don't stay out late often and that I can't hang with the young crowd anymore. Some of the group didn't come in until after 2am. That's a rare thing for me, and after a day of racing, I surely wasn't up for that!

I woke up this morning and I felt great. My right hip flexor was a bit sore, but not to the point of concern. I ended up doing a bit more sight-seeing before we would all meet back at the hotel to go to the airport.

I decided to head over to the Smithsonian's Museum of Archives, where the Constitution, Declaration of Independence, the Bill of Rights, and so much more is housed. The place was fascinating, even for a gal that wasn't really interested in history when she was a kid.

A detail shot of the Museum of Archives.

There were so many things to read up on, so many things to take in, and just not enough time. I ended up buying a book on one of the exhibits there so that I could read up on it later.

The central room in the museum which houses all of the most important historical documents of the United States.

From the Archives Museum, I walked over to the Old Post Office to have lunch. It is a beautiful building that was slated for demolishment back in the early 70s. With the efforts of many, though, the building was saved and is now a nice area for musicians and internal storefronts. The architecture still says "Post Office" which is nice.

I found a little Indian restaurant there and enjoyed the normal Indian food that I cannot pronounce. I took advantage of the free tour to the top of the tower, and got to see a nice birdseye view of DC. It was a great way to have one final "sightseeing" expedition.

A shot of the nation's capital. It's hard to believe that I ran right down that road (Pennsylvania Avenue) the day before.

I took the Metro back to the hotel, and we all ended up leaving at 4pm for the airport. The flight back was uneventful, though there was still a lot of great conversations between teammates. As you can imagine, much of it was sharing stories of the race the day before.

I finally rolled into the driveway at around 9:30pm. It's hard to believe that this experience is over. It's been a great ride, and I am pretty certain that I will do it again someday soon.

Thanks again to everyone for your support.

Sept. 29: Andi. Done. Can.

2007-09-29T22:59:00.000-04:00

I swam...

I biked...

I ran...

I conquered! What a memorable experience!

(Ongoing editor's note: There are so many more memories and photos that I want to post on here, so keep checking back. I hope to have all of this up in the next few days!!!)

YES, I FINISHED my first Olympic distance triathlon today!

Above is the medal that drapes a couple of celebratory drinks!

The day started bright and early, like any other race day. We all met in the lobby at 6am with all of our gear so that we could bike to the race site. Riding with your transition bag takes a bit of skill. Combine that with navigating through Washington traffic (which was fortunately minimal at that time of day) and the fact that it was dark out made for an interesting ride.

We checked in and set up our transition areas, and then waited for the race to begin. Some of the time was spent mingling with other racers, some of the time was spent warming up...but most of the time was just waiting.

Racers bring their bikes into the transition area and begin preparing for the long day ahead.

My transition area set and ready to go. I would be number 903 in the race today.

Ryan and Andrew find time to chat while waiting for the start of the race.

The race would start with the professional racers in the first swim wave, followed by the Semper Fi group. Then each wave after that was separated by age group, for a total of 15 waves overall. I was in wave number 13, and started my swim at exactly 8:44am. One of the memorable things about the swim was that it started it smack-dab in front of Watergate.

Swimmers jump into the balmy 75 degree Potomac River with Watergate and the JFK Center for Performing Arts in the background.

I made the decision early on to not push myself like I have done in my sprint tris, but to simply find a pace and keep it going throughout the section. The swim went great, and I didn't lose my breath or my focus the entire time. The water was a warm 75 degrees and was very comfortable for a swim. I thought I had smelled a slight odor when I jumped in the water, but that could be my imagination. At least I'd like to think so. All I know is that I didn't run into any floating garbage, though I did swallow a small gulp of water on the way out. Yum.

An arial view of our swim route in the Potomac River.

When I climbed the ladders out of the Potomac 32 minutes later, I had to run 300 meters to the transition area where I was to mount our bike. I had to run through a misting tent, which was a new experience for me. Why did they have that? It certainly wasn't to cool us off. Perhaps it was a has HASMAT tent to rinse off the unknowns that we had picked up during our swim.

My transition time was intentionally slow. I wanted to make sure that I didn't forget anything. 6:11 minutes later, I was on my way for part two of the three part journey, the cycling.

The Nation's Triathlon bike route was flat and fast. It consisted of two loops which took us past a number of well-known monuments including the Lincoln Memorial and the Washington Monument. I was happy to see familiar areas that I had visited the day before, which helped give me perspective on where I was on the course.

The wind was strong that day, and at times, I faced 20mph headwinds, which slowed my pace down to a mere 13.4 mph. The first loop around the course seemed a lot longer than the second one, for some reason. As I pushed on, I just hoped and prayed that I wouldn't experience a flat tire. I saw more than one person on the side of the road maintenancing their bike, either due to a flat or some other problem. On occasion, I also saw cyclists discussing something with officials. I figured that probably wasn't a good sign, since they were standing and not riding on their bike. Later on after the race, I found out that there were a number of racers who were either penalized or disqualified for not following the rules.

There was one part of the bike course that was a lot of fun, and that was going through a tunnel that took us under the Nation's Mall. The tunnel was probably 1000 meters long, and whenever I went under it, I'd hear (and join in on) whoops and hollars. It put a big smile on my face.

An image of a loop of the bike course. We had to do two loops to make it a 25 mile ride.

There were a bunch of people on the sidelines supporting any Team in Training athlete that went by. They'd all yell and cheer for me as I passed, and most of the time I had the energy to yell back or say thank you. I figured if I was truly competitive, I probably wouldn't have done that...but I was there for the fun and had nothing to lose.

The bike was shorter than I had anticipated, though when I hit the sections with strong headwinds at 20mph (which seemed like 2/3 of the course), that was a bit challenging. But I kept focus. And then my run went well, though it was hot at times. I'm proud to say I didn't walk ONCE, and I sprinted at the finish line. For some reason, I had energy the entire time and probably could have gone on if I had to.

An hour and 22 mintues later, I was back in transition prepping for my run. Again, I took my time and departed two minutes and eleven seconds later. The first two miles of the run course were very hot and very boring. Nothing to see (in comparison to the other grand sites, anyways). Things got interesting when I passed the JFK Center for the Performing Arts. I then went past the Lincoln Memorial again and up Independence Avenue past Constitution Gardens, all of the war memorials and the Reflecting Pool.

We then ran around the Washington Monument and past the "pretty side" of the White House. The FBI Building, National Archives, National Treasury and the Holocause Memorial was soon behind me as well.

The run was an incredible experience with all of the history around me.

I had elected to take my own water bottle, which I kept in my back pocket of my racing shirt. So when I passed the first water station, I instructed the volunteers to use me as a target with cups of water, which they did with delight. The water splashed on my body felt sooooooo good, and I looked forward to every water stop after that.

My honored heroes, my Oma and my friend Luc, were on my mind throughout a lot of the race. When things would start getting rough, my mind often shifted to all of the supporters (YOU!) who have sent me words of encouragement or donations to help support my mission. "I have to finish strong", I thought...and then I would somehow get this little burst of energy that would just keep me going.

The final stretch took me East on Pennsylvania Avenue, where I ran straight towards the nation's Capital Building. What a beautiful, and unforgettable, backdrop. I turned around once more and headed the other way towards the finish line, which was located at The Old Post Office, a beautiful building that was almost demolished in the 70s due to the disrepair at that time.

I soon saw what was most of my entire Team Michigan, cheering me on toward the finish line. I don't know how I found it, but I ended up picking up steam and I sprinted toward the finish line with a big grin on my face. As I crossed the finish line, I was immediately greeted by a volunteer who put a beautiful finishers medal around my neck. I then saw Coach Brian, who gave me a big hug. It was at that moment that all of my emotion had taken over and I started sobbing like a baby. I am welling up even now as I think about it. I felt like every single emotion that I had kept secret for the last five months of this experience came flooding through me when I saw him. I had finished, and the emotion was completely overwhelming and unbelievable.

When I crossed the finish line exactly 62 and a half minutes after I had started the run, I was cheered on my all of my dear friends through Team in Training. My coaches were there, and coach Brian was the first to give me a huge hug. I completely broke down at that point, being overwhelmed by a flurry of emotions...I just cried uncontrollably like a baby! I am typing this now and as I write about it, my tears are welling up once again. I wish you could have experienced what I did when I crossed that finish line. There really are no words. All I can say is that the tears that I shed are tears of joy.

The entire race took me three hours, five minutes, and twenty seconds. I beat my goal time of 3:30 by a ton, and I'm thrilled.

The whole day was a wonderful experience. Thanks to everyone who has emailed or texted me this week and weekend. I really appreciate all of your support!

A close-up shot of the finisher's medal I received today.

Brian displays a sense of pride after the entire team crossed the finish line without injury.

Kevin is about ready to get this party started.

Jared, Lisa and Andrew kicking back.

Before we know it, Jared is down for the count.

Aman thinks back to how far he has come with his swimming. When he started, he could barely swim across the pool. Now he is an Olympic distance triathlete. Way to go Aman!!

Pete enjoys a cold one after the race. He finished the race in 2 hours 24 minutes!

Sept. 28: A Sense of Accomplishment

2007-09-28T16:24:00.000-04:00

For those of you older folks out there, here's a question for you. Remember Rolf Harris? No clue who he is, eh? Hint: Singer. Still nothing? You surely must remember the song "Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Sport". Well, I grew up listening to the album in which that song resides on, and there is another song on it, called "I've Been Everywhere". It's a catchy little tune, and I one that I found myself singing after my truly fun-filled and action-packed day. Fair warning, this is going to be a long entry.

The day started off with a trip to George Bush's residence, the White House, for a self-guided tour that I was able to set up just for Team Michigan.

The plans for this started months ago, when friend Ken Rogers of Automation Alley had suggested that I contact our local congressman, Joe Knollenberg, to see if they could arrange for our group. At the time, I didn't think everyone could get in (since most groups are limited to 10 or less). Nevertheless, I put in the request and hoped for the best. I finally heard from Congressman Knollenberg's office last week, and was delighted to find out that I would be able to get the entire team (22 of us) in!

Our tour was supposed to start promptly at 7:30am this morning. We recieved word while we were waiting, however, that there was an unexpected delay. The delay only lasted about 10 minutes, and then we were on our way.

The back side of the White House...or is that the front side??

Our group proceeded to get checked off, in alphabetical order, by the secret service. One of our teammates, however, wasn't on the list! Apparently, this isn't all uncommon, it just was a bit of an inconvenience. I decided to stay back with her while the rest of the team proceeded ahead. I figured I wouldn't miss anything anyways, since the tour was a self-guided one.

While we were waiting for clearance, we enjoyed listening to the whispers of the secret service agents at the gate, who were talking about the "situation" that had occured just a short while earlier. It was this "situation" that caused our tour delay. It turns out, there was some man who did something, or said something that wasn't well received by the agents, and he was arrested and thrown in jail. He would be spending the night there, we later learned. I wonder what this riff-raff had done to get himself into hot water. Did he make a gun gesture with his hand? Was he yelling out his displeasure of the war in Iraq to any dignitary that passed by? Did he run nude across the rose garden? The world may never know.

My teammate finally received clearance about a half hour later, and we were on our way. The feeling that I got as I walked through this building of such monumental importance was a bit overwhelming for me. There was history everywhere -- from the china and portraits to things more current like the stories we heard from a dinner that tooke place in the dining room just days prior. The rooms were decorated beautifully. The rugs were rolled up so that those on the tour could observe all of the wonderful artifacts around them. Congressmen abounded everywhere, though we didn't get the opportunity to catch up with Congressman Knollenberg (he already had a prior commitment that morning). Before I knew it, we were back outside and the tour was done.

Our next stop was back at the hotel, where we all met for a "shakedown" ride. This is the first ride after we had assembled our bikes, and the purpose was to make sure everything was on okay, that our seats and handlebars were in the right positions, and that there were no rattles or other problems.

Traffic wasn't light, so we were instructed to stay together and in a single file line. Well, that lasted for about 4 blocks. One half split ahead of us, and before I knew it, chaos and confusion was around me. Two people fell (more like tipped over) within just a few minutes. I'm not sure why, other than the fact that we had to stop and go often because of the traffic lights. People were frustrated and the mood of the group turned a bit. I got a bit frustrated, and decided to head back with Brian and Rob. They had made the split-second decision to bypass this "shakedown" ride in leau of something a bit safer later on. Skipping out would also allow them to get to the airport with time to spare and greet family members that were flying in later that morning.

I, on the other hand, didn't have anyone flying in. I didn't want to be around what seemed to be declining positive atmosphere, and I certainly didn't want to get injured by someone crashing into me, whether cyclist or car. So I went back to the hotel and talked with the bellhop. After chatting with him for a few, I decided that today would be "me" day -- the day that I could do whatever I want, all while giving my bike my own "shakedown". There was a lot on my list, but with his help, I soon had a route that would take me to all of the places that I wanted to visit.

The first thing on my checklist was Arlington National Cemetery. On my way there, I was delighted to ride right by the race site where we'd be swimming and have our transitions. I took a detour from my route and headed down to the Potomac River and checked out the scene. The only people that were there were a few volunteers, two National Park guides, and a younger guy in a baseball cap. It turns out that this guy was the one who put together this whole race. He was really cool and gave me a lot of details about tomorrow and what to expect. I had told him how I wished they would have had RFID technology for this race, and he acknowledged that it would have been really nice to have, but they just couldn't find someone who could pull it off. "Hopefully next year" he said. I mentioned to him that I work for an IT company up in Michigan, and that perhaps we could introduce him to the right people to make it all work. (You getting this, PMV???) So I have a little work to do when I get back now.

The view of our swim tomorrow. A half mile out (against the current which is about 1.5 knots) and back.

This is one part of the Potomac that I DON'T hope to find tomorrow! Whoever finds the syringe first wins.

I left the race site and headed off to Arlington. One of the most memorable experiences for me was when I realized that I had actually crossed a state line, and was now in Virginia! Ok, it's the little things that get me going...Anyways, I got to the cemetary, and learned that I would not be able to take my bike onto the grounds. Oh no, I don't have a lock! Fortunately, I chatted it up with the security guys there, and they ended up watching my bike for me as I went to walk the grounds for an hour or so.

What an overwhelming place. There are graves as far as the eye can see. I had seen Arlington from the airplane above the day before, which made the overall experience that much more impactful after seeing the whole site from an arial view. The place is huge.

The grave sites seemed to go on forever.

The eternal flame goes on as people pay their respects to John, Jackie, son Patrick (2 days old when he died) and "Daughter" (who only had a single date noted).

Robert Kennedy's simple grave spoke volumes.

I did the typical tourist thing and visited the Kennedy grave sites. I elected to not view the changing of the guards or see the tomb of the unknown solder, mainly because it was now noon and I had nothing to eat other than a PowerGel, which I slurped down.

Fortunately, my bike was still there when I arrived back at the racks, so off I went, making sure to thank the guys at the gate. Their advice took me onto another detour, as I made my way over to the famous Iwo Jima statue. Wow, that monument is so much bigger than I had imagined it! It is beautiful and very moving.

Iwo Jima was much larger than I had imagined.

I had a bit of energy left before lunch, so I opted for ONE more detour, which was to ride to the Pentagon. The guards had told me it wasn't too far away, so off I went. Sure enough, about a mile later, there was the Pentagon. Again, HUGE! I didn't realize that the Pentagon was so close to Washington DC or to Arlington. Riding to it on a bike really put things in perspective for me.

The Pentagon

I made my way back to DC and rode up to the Lincoln memorial. (He was huge too!) I couldn't actually walk up the steps because no bikes were allowed, and I really didn't trust leaving my bike there with so many people.

The Lincoln Memorial

I ended up grabbing a much-needed tuna salad sandwich and milk. I found a quaint little shady spot on the grass, and looked around as I ate. The Lincoln Memorial was behind me, the Korean Memorial was just to the right, the Reflecting Pool to my left, and the Washington Monument and Capital in the distance. Amazing. And here I was, enjoying my sandwich and taking it all in.

This is only a section of the Korean Memorial. This ended up being my favorite memorial site, it was just beautiful and very well done.

One of my favorite shots of the trip...just me and my bike.

My next stop was to ride to the one other mandatory of my trip, the Law Enforcement Officers Memorial, where I would find my dear brother's name. I ended up stopping at the World War II monument and the White House (picture shown earlier in this post) on the way, just to snap some more pictures.

The World War II Memorial. Each pillar standing represented a different state or US territory.

Michigan...So close, yet so far away.

Cycling past the Nation's Capital.

I finally made it to the site, and looked around. The memorial site isn't with all of the others by the Reflecting Pool. In fact, it's probably a good half-mile to mile away. It's tucked in between historical buildings, but definitely was off the beaten path as shown by the lack of people there. In fact, I was the only one other than a homeless guy sleeping on one of the marble shelves of the monument.

Though this struck me as a bit sad, it was a beautiful site nonetheless, and I am so happy that I went. I found my brother's name, and did the ceremonial rubbing so that I could have a momento.

One of my main goals of the trip, capturing my dear brother's name, was accomplished just seconds before I took this photo.

My short little "shakedown" bike trip had turned into a five hour long tour, and it was time to head back. I caught the Metro and was greeted at the hotel by the same bellhop that had assisted me this morning. It had been an incredible day, and I couldn't thank him enough.

Tonight, we had our team pasta party. It was a great dinner and all of the TNT chapters from around the country who are racing tomorrow were in attendance. My friend Pete Spender was spotlighted for being the third highest TNT fundraiser for this event (yay Pete!) and I was highlighted as second highest in the state (yay to all of you who helped support my mission!!!).

We heard a few great stories which reminded us all of why we are doing this, for those who are fighting or have fought blood cancers. Hearing those helped us get focus for our game face tomorrow.

Listening to some tips from the USAT official.

TNT Staff Liason and our fearless leader Mary Ellen gives us a pep talk and reminds us of the reason as to why we have all come this far.

Coach Brian and Coach Kevin calm our nerves through their expert advice and encouragement.

Fellow teammate and friend Pete gets the top fundraiser of Michigan award, and is the third top fundraiser in the country for this event. GREAT JOB PETE!!!

Fellow triathlete Crissy is spotlighted as we all congratulated her on a very significant milestone. It will be five years to the day tomorrow (race day) that she had received her last chemotherapy treatment against lymphoma. I am priviledged to race along sider her, she is truly an inspiration.

Here I am with fellow triathlete and roommate, Whitney!

Go Team, Go Team, GO TEAM MICHIGAN!

I'm back in the hotel room, with bike tuned up, transition bag checked, and all of my supplements ready to go. It's off to bed, let's hope I have a solid night's sleep.

The big day is mere hours away. Wow, it's finally here.

Sept 27: A Long Day

2007-09-27T20:47:00.001-04:00

Our flight to DC went great. The Northwest Airlines pilot was kind enough to give a shout out to the Team Michigan crew during the flight, which prompted some scattered applause for our efforts. That was pretty neat, being that I had never been recognized over an airline announcement before. The best thing, however, was that the reason as to why we are doing this was also mentioned. That, in the end, was the most important part and it really tugged at my heartstrings. Thanks to that pilot for recognizing the cause.

When we were waiting for our luggage, I looked over and saw a very tall man that looked a lot like the Detroit Mayor, Kwame Kilpatrick. The resemblence struck me, and I mentioned my observation to my fellow teammate, Brian. "Yeah, he was on our plane," he said. Well, for those of you who know me, I am a bit relentless when it comes to getting PR for a cause, so I immediately went over to his posse (can I call them that?) and asked if he'd mind getting his picture taken with our team.

I was surprised to find no hesitations, and before I knew it, I was rustling up as many teammates as I could for this photo opp. Unfortunately, many of us were scattered as we were looking for our luggage, but I was able to get a few of us together. Kwame had mentioned that he clapped for our group when the pilot had mentioned us and had nothing but the best of wishes for us. In fact, he may just come by the race on Saturday to cheer us on, especially since that is his day off from his conference.

After all was said and done, I walked away being struck by the fact that this man --who has certainly been the focus of attention of many for quite some time -- seemed like the normal average Joe. No attitude, no I'm-mightier-than-though persona. Just a guy who was going about his daily routine. That was a nice surprise.

Once we made it back to the hotel, we decided to go to the race check-in and expo. I'd guess this was about a two mile walk, but it seemed longer because of the heat and humidity. We sat through the safety meeting, where the race organizers went over the dos and don'ts of the race. The expo had a few good items that one could drule over, but not much. We arrived back at the hotel at 4:30 to put our bikes back together.

This part was the longest part of my day, by far. Team in Training had shipped our bikes out via UPS, and when they arrived, there were parts missing, parts damaged, and all sorts of problems. Fortunately, my bike made almost made it in once piece, minus a part that goes to my handlebars that is easy to replace. Others didnt' have it so well. Aman ended up having to take his bike to a bike shop because it was so badly damaged. The whole process left a bad taste in some peoples' mouths, but we have learned to expect the unexpected in this kind of stuff, so we just took it with a grain of salt. All will be well by race day, and that is what matters.

We did finish the day off with a delightful Italian dinner (and a beer, but don't tell anyone). It was very good. So now I'm off to bed, for tomorrow is another long day, starting off with a tour of the White House JUST for Team Michigan! More later!

Chrissy, Pete, Carly, Brian, Ron and Mary Ellen all wait gleefully before boarding the plane heading for DC.

Amelia goes with the flow.

Brian, Ron, myself, Elisia and Carly pose with Detroit's main man.

Aman, holding his one and only bag, is perplexed how I could pack so much for this trip. My "I had to pack my pillow" arguement didn't hold much weight in this debate.

I was happy to have Carly on this trip, who helped me prove the theory that girls just need more stuff.

Our hotel, the Embassy Suites.

Putting our bikes back together.

Pete, Brian and Ron contemplate what they will do in the hours before the big race.

Sept. 27: Here we go!

2007-09-27T08:21:00.000-04:00

I'm writing from the Detroit Metropolitan Airport. I made it okay, despite hitting traffic at 6:15am (why are you all going to work so early!?). It seems as though all of my teammates are here. Everyone is getting very excited, though the excitement surely is hiding nervousness as well.

I am chuckling to myself on how much I must have overpacked. I brought a huge piece of luggage (which I checked). It didn't have much in it (in my opinion), but the size of the luggage definitely makes it look like I'm ready to go on a two-week overseas cruise. There are some teammates, on the otherhand, who brought a backpack. That includes all of their race equipment (helmet, shoes, wetsuit, etc.). How can that be? Maybe I can get some pointers from them. At least I have room in my bag to bring back momentos for family and friends!!

Where have I been???

2007-09-26T18:16:00.000-04:00

I know, I've been so good with keeping up on this journal, and then I fall off the face of the earth. No, I'm not in jail, on the run, hunched over at some bar or anything like that. I've just been SOOOOO busy that I have had no time (or much energy left) to give you updates lately!

BUT, here is one promise I'll make to your right now. I'm going to be updating this journal all weekend, because the time has come for THE BIG RACE in Washington DC! There are so many exciting things that will be going on, but I won't get into that now. You'll just have to check back and find out what I've been up to behind the scenes lately!

Until then, thank you ALL for your support. It has kept me going through thick and thin!!!

Elly Bundesen and Lucas Swiecicki, rest in peace. I race for you and all others who have battled against the terrible thing we know as cancer.

September 11: My Last Day

2007-09-12T09:41:00.000-04:00

Today was my last day of physical therapy treatment. It's hard to believe that I have been in treatment for over a month. It's also amazing to me how well I feel, and how effective the treatment has been. I owe it all to Physical Therapy Specialists, in Troy, Michigan. When I walked through the doors a couple of months ago, I never thought that my recovery process would be so quick. But thanks to them, I can run, bike and swim with no difficulties. My pain in my shoulder is completely gone, and though I feel my shin splints at times, they don't affect my training in any way, nor do they cause me grief like they once did. Amazing.

Special thanks to Mark, Al, Brandon, Candise, and all of the other specialists, techs and assistants. You all rock and are very good at what you do. My time spent with you has been a great learning experience and very enjoyable, too.

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I've crossed the fundraising finish line, but I'm still going!
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September 8: Another Race, Another Experience

2007-09-08T22:00:00.000-04:00

Today I raced in the Novi Fit Triathlon. My goal today was simple, to beat the time from the last triathlon I was in three weeks ago. I figured I may be a few minutes off, since the bike portion for this race was posted longer than the previous one. But if I really push myself, I may be able to beat that time anyways.

My day started off organized. I got to the race site at 6:00am, long before it was light out. (It's amazing how the days are already so much shorter than three weeks ago.) I was one of the first ones there, and got one of the best parking spots in the park.

As I was registering, I was getting eaten alive by swarms of mosquitoes. I hadn't even thought about mosquitoes! Fortunately, I had some mosquito repellent in my bag, so I quickly sprayed some on my legs and over my tri shorts (since those were the only exposed parts of my body). Problem solved.

I soon saw friends Crissy (my fellow Team in Training teammate), Alex (a friend that I work with) and Angelika (a friend from college). I spent time talking with them as they registered. For some reason, I took my hand to brush the back of my tri shorts, and was mortified to find that my mosquito repellent had begun to eat holes right through my tri shorts!

I immediately ran to the bathrooms and splashed fresh water on my shorts, hoping to stop the chemical reaction. By that time, it was too late and damage had been done. My only hope at this point was that it wouldn't continue to the point of no return. I couldn't help but have this thought run through my head that I'd be biking and my swim shorts would be revealing my tail to the entire world! I immediately thought of scratching the race due to this uncertainty, but I decided to hold off to see if the damage would get any worse.

As I set up my transition area and looked at the course, I monitored this situation very closely for the next hour, asking my friends if it had gotten any worse. The good news was that the answer was no. Perhaps I saved my pants so it could take me through what would be its last race before they never see the public eye again.

8:00 am approached quickly now, so I got on my wet suit, making sure that I had NO mosquito repellent left on my legs before I had done so. Ruining a $65 pair of tri shorts is one thing, but to ruin a great wet suit on top of that would have been a tragedy.

Everyone headed down to the water, and I got in a few strokes to warm up before things got under way. Warming up was one thing that I hadn't done today, and I didn't realize how much that would play a factor as the day went on. I have to remember to properly warm up before EVERY race.

I saw a good friend, Pamela, right before the race began. She had come out to cheer me on! How cool. No one had ever come out to cheer me on in a race before, so seeing a familiar face in the crowd was just a wonderful feeling.

I went off in the first of two waves. The old ladies went first (and I'm in that group). We swam in a rectangular pattern in Walled Lake, a nice clean lake with high visability. I tried not to sprint as fast out of the gate as I had done three weeks ago, or else I'd find myself gasping for air once again. This time, I found myself gasping because of the improper warm-up, I'm sure. It took me over 400 meters before I found my strice, and that was very frustrating. I even screwed up once by trying to get into my groove so much that I forgot to sight, and passed beyond the turn bouy by a good 20 yards.

I didn't get bumped around as much as the race three weeks ago, only an occasional leg brush or arm slap here or there. There was one point in time, however, that a gal was swimming right up beside me to the point that she was in my "space" a bit too long. Coach Anne had told me this may happen, and had showed me a technique to "lose" this person by rolling over them. It sounds rather aggressive, to roll over someone, but the technique is actually quite graceful. I gave it a try. One stroke, another stroke, and I began to roll. My head and upper body went right over her torso. I could only imagine what went through her head (WTF!) but it was over within a second. Immediately, the bond was broken, and I was swimming on my own again, with my own space. What a wonderful feeling. Thanks, Coach Anne, for that.

As I swam, I would hit these patches of seaweed that jetted up from the bottom of the lake. These patches of lush green aquatic plantlife housed extremely warm water, as if I were swimming into a hot bath. As soon as the seaweed passed, the water became refreshingly cool again. Occasionally, I'd see a fish, no more than an inch or two in length.

Finally, the finish line was in sight, and I tried to push myself even harder. I was neck and neck with another swimmer, and we essensially crossed the line together.

When I got out of the water, I looked for my sandles so that had something to protect my feet as I ran to the transition area. I'm so glad that I chose to do that. There were many rocks and pebbles around, and even though there was carpeting to "protect" the racers, they were still there and could still easily be felt.

I ran through the tunnel, and to my delight at the other side, was my family. My husband had brought our girls to cheer me on. As I passed them, I heard Lindsey say that she wanted to show me the book that the tooth fairy had left her from the night before. So cute.

My first transition was a bit on the sloppy side. It took me over 3 minutes to transition from the swim to the bike. Once I got on the bike, though, I found my stride quickly. I felt good on the bike, though it took me around 5 miles to really catch my breath from the swim just minutes before.

The bike route consisted of three laps around Novi, each just short of 5.5 miles. I ate a PowerGel for some energy at the 6 mile point, and that sustained me for the rest of the race. I am so much more comfortable on my bike than I used to be. I peddled out of my saddle a lot at this race, and that really made a difference. I am not a fast cyclist by any means, but I have improved throughout the season. I used to bike at an 11 or 12 mile per hour pace. This race proved to be my personal best, coming in at a 17.2 mph pace. Big improvement in just five months.

Back to the transition area, where this time it only took me 56 seconds to switch from the bike to the run. This includes me spacing out completely and putting on my swim goggles instead of my sunglasses...DUH! I switched before I started running.
The run proved to be the absolute hardest part of the course for me and a lot of other people. Advertised as a 5K (3.12 mile) run, the consensus was that it was much longer than that. The run consisted of 100 percent trails, and I again was so thankful to have a little bit of trail experience under my belt.

The course was a winding trail that took us up and down hills, with very few straightaways for anyone to truly pick up speed. There were undulations, tree stumps and all sorts of things that could easily tweek an ankle, so I had to keep a cautious eye on the trail so I wouldn't hurt myself.

I'm the first to admit that I'm not a fast runner, but today, I set a new record for myself. I passed zero people...that's right, none. Zip. Zilch. Nada. I think a snail passed me. The run proved to be detrimental to my overall time, which wasn't too bad up until this point.

42 minutes after starting my run (an estimated 3.5 miles according to the latest race organizers), I crossed the finish line. Gary and the girls were there, and Pamela was there. "And let's all give a big cheer for Andrea Dunca, number 57!) Yeah, Dunca. I found it funny that someone could actually screw up Duncan, but I got a good chuckle out of it. My overall time from beginning to end? 2 hours, 2 minutes and 11 seconds. 11/23 in my age group overall, with a breakdown of being 6th in the swim, 9th in the bike, and a slow 18th in the run. Overall, I was 44/88 for the females, and 142 out of 204 for the whole field.

Overall, the race was (kind of) fun. It was very challenging, and truly revealed my weakness (my running). I know I'll really need to focus on that during the off season. Fortunately, nothing else was revealed (my bottom)...My pants, though thin now, made it through the race and spared everyone from revealing my butt. Now THAT would have been memorable.

One final comment about the whole race today -- and that is about the guy that won the whole thing. His name is Aaron Scheidies (a former Spartan, go STATE!) and he beat the entire field by at least 3 seconds, with a time of a lightning time of 1 hour 19 minutes and 54 seconds. Normally, I wouldn't make mention of any individual, Spartan or not, but this guy is a bit of a history-maker. Not because of his outstanding time, but because of a number of other things. At the age of 24, he has already raced in over 70 triathlons and 3 ironmans, and is a 3-time triathlon world champion. And he has been able to achieve this all with a disability -- he is blind.

If you could have gone through that run course with me today, you'd be shaking your head as I do now, wondering how the heck a blind person could ever navigate through such a winding and undulating course. But with the help of his guide, Adam West (another Spartan!), he was able to run and do all of the other disciplines with ease.

It was truly an honor to even participate in the same race with such an inspiration. I encourage you to google this guy sometime and learn more about him. His story is a great example illustrating that if you truly believe in your dreams, you will achieve your dreams. Just ask Aaron.

September 6: 23 Days and Counting

2007-09-06T21:15:00.000-04:00

At this time 23 days from now, I'll be in Washington DC, hopefully celebrating over a beer with the many close friends that I have made during this journey. It's hard to believe that I will be on a plane three weeks from now on my way to the biggest physical challenge that I've ever put myself up to (well, maybe next to bringing two children into this world). I'm getting really excited.

I wish I had more time to bike lately, but the days are getting shorter and I'm a bit nervous riding at dusk. I've heard way too many stories this week of riders being hit and injured or killed recently, and so I am not sure if that is a subliminal message for me to just be leery. I'm not one to be pessimistic like that, and I can shake this hesitation in the next day or two.

On the other hand, I could dwell on pretty much anything, and I refuse to do that. I learned recently that most deaths in triathlons occur in the swim. Why? Because the swimmer gets knocked in the head by a foot or an arm, subsequently passes out and that's it. I talked about this with my swim coach, and asked for advice.

Fortunately, her response was immediately comforting. There was a reason she taught us from day one to swim with our head down and tucked in our armpit, it was not just for streamlining but for protection. She said it's the swimmers that stop and look around, head way out of the water, that gets them into trouble.

Even if it's not true, I'm going to take her word for it. I feel better on that one.

So as I begin my final preparations for this big day, I look back and am so appreciative and proud of how far I've come. And I know deep in my heart that this is only the beginning of a new hobby that I hope will last a lifetime.

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One finish line down, one to go! Check out my progress at:
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September 5: BHAG has been met!

2007-09-05T21:25:00.000-04:00

If you are wondering what a BHAG is, it's a Big Hairy Audacious Goal. One of my obligations when I signed up for this deal was to help riase $3,800 for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. Well, I've always loved helping out a good cause and can personally relate to this one because of the loss of dear loved ones, so I set the goal to $5,000. I am happy to announce that as of this week, with the help of a lot of wonderful supporters like you, I have formally hit that goal. (See for yourself! Go to my official page at http://www.active.com/donate/tntmi/duncan ).

It's so encouraging to receive so much support for such a good cause, and if you are one of the contributors, I hope you feel as good about your donation as I do. It would be so wonderful if we can soon see a cure for this terrible disease.

I will soon be posting the names of loved ones who have won, lost, or are fighting the battle against blood cancers. If you would like your loved one's name on this list, please let me know by either leaving a comment here or by emailing me directly at aduncan@pmvtech.com.

Thank you for helping me reach one finish line. From what I've heard, the race on September 29th is the easy part (though I think the jury is still out on that one).

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September 4: (Not so) Tiny Bubbles

2007-09-04T23:04:00.000-04:00

Today we had our weekly team swim practice. This was one of our longest yardages of the season before we taper down (reduce our yardage). The purpose of tapering is so that the body can recover and gain the much-needed energy for the big day.

Today, however, it was swim swim swim. I ended up swimming 3600 yards, and was pretty happy with my performance despite some stomach cramps. I thought that I had done it to myself again -- DON'T EAT SUSHI BEFORE SWIM PRACTICE! Man, that stuff is NOT fun to burp up. I was certain that my stomach cramps came from the sushi. However, Coach Anne asked what time I ate the sushi (which was at 11am), she quickly realized that my issue wasn't from the sushi but from the fact that my body was starving!

So I gulped down a pack of GU (a gelatenous shot of flavored substance that is packed with carbs and caffeine). Sounds gross, and some flavors really are. But this one wasn't too bad. Within minutes, my stomach cramps subsided, and I actually felt like I had more energy to swim. I LOVE that stuff! And my burping went away, so I had that going for me. (Sounds really sexy, doesn't it???) Yeah...

One thing that I realized on this particular swim (why this one, I don't know), is that bubbles are REALLY loud. I guess my mind just needed a mental vacation today and just happened to pick up on that fact. The next time you swim laps in the pool, block out your thoughts and just listen and you'll see.

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September 3: Please don't read this.

2007-09-03T21:53:00.000-04:00

I have to fess up. I lost a bet. I don't like it, but I'm good on my word.

In August, I participated in an online wager on beginnertriathlete.com that involved the men against the women. We had to set good, solid swim and run goals for ourselves, and at the end of the month, the consolidated effort of each gender would be calculated.

My goal was to run 35 miles and swim 25,000 yards. I thought that for sure I'd reach both, but then my husband ended up getting a photography job that took him out of town, thus my schedule was thrown into a bit of havoc for a week.

I was able to hit out my run goal, but I missed my swim goal by just over 8,000 yards. That would have been two really aggressive swim practices.

That shortcoming, coupled with others from the group of females, resulted in us losing by just 2 percent to the guys.

The bet? The losing team had to update their avatar (profile picture) wearing a bikini (women) or a speedo (men). Trust me, I was looking forward to seeing the men in banana hammocks...but unfortunately, I have to post this picture instead.

August 28: An Ironman Distance Swim

2007-08-28T21:45:00.000-04:00

Today we had a group swim practice at Cranbrook Natatorium. Though it was scheduled to start at 6:15, I got there a few minutes early and started warming up at around 6:05. It was wonderful, because I had the entire pool to myself for almost a half hour! (The other team mates were apparently outside of the building, talking and waiting for others to come.) I knew what I had to do, though, and I wanted to get started. So after my warmup, I began my mile-distance time trial. During that distance, the rest of the crew showed up and began their workout. I was far ahead at that point, and felt good about that.

I finished my mile swim in 31 minutes. I think that's an improvement from the last time trial, I'll have to check.

As the rest of the team was doing their time trial, I kept plugging away with the rest of the drills, and going a couple extra laps here and there. I wanted to see how far I could go before the time came where we had to get out of the pool. By the time 7:45 hit, I had swam 4050 yards. If that distance was by land, that is just shy of 2.4 miles (the distance that is required in a full ironman competition). However, a swim-distance mile is slightly shorter than a land distance. In fact, a full ironman swim is approximately 4000 yards.

So, I take great pride in the fact that I know I can go that distance, if I ever decide to race a full ironman someday. (Ok, stop laughing...)

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August 26: My First Triathlon

2007-08-26T22:10:00.000-04:00

Today was the day, the day of the Island Lake Triathlon in Brighton, Michigan. I started my day bright and early, waking up at 4:30am. After enjoying a bowl of cereal and a large bottle of Accelerade, I drove 1 hour to Island Lake State Park. I arrived there just as the sun was rising; it was a beautiful start to the day.

I am happy I arrived early. I was able walk around, get my bearings, and check in. Upon check in, I had to subject my body to some graffiti, a norm in the triathlon world. A volunteer carefully drew my race number with permanent ink on my shoulders and one of my legs. The other leg was saved for my age (why people need to know that, I'm not sure...). I was also issued a RFD race chip, which I wrapped around my ankle.

After that ritual, I headed over to the transition area, where I set up my bike, my gear, my water and my nutrition. It's important to get the transition area set up properly so that time isn't wasted when going from one sport to the next.

Shortly after I was done, I saw my friend and co-worker Alex, who had also selected this race as his first triathlon ever. I was glad he was there, it brought me comfort that I wasn't the only "newbie" on the block. I also saw a good friend from college, Angelika. She had done one before, so she was able to offer some tips.

The race started at 8am for the men, and 8:02 for the women. (There were over 300 registered racers for this event.) 10 minutes before the start, I got on my wet suit and headed for the water to warm up. I didn't swim far, just enough to get used to the water. 8:00 was approaching quickly. I looked out to see my route, which was triangular with two large, yellow bouys in the distance as our markers.

Eminem's Lose Yourself was filling the air as anticipation mounted. The men headed toward the two green bouys, where the waist-high swim start would take place. The women waited close behind the group of men. 8:00 hit, and the men were off. The group of women moved up to the line. Before I knew it, I was off and swimming.

The beginning of the swim was just downright crazy. I didn't realize how much I was pushing myself until a couple minutes afterwards where I was gasping for air. That, compounded with the fact that I was literally being "trampled" on by hands, legs, whole bodies in the water, was almost too overwhelming. I needed to get a grip, and find it FAST.

I rolled on my back for a couple of strokes and assessed my situation. I was simply going too hard, I needed to find my stride. I slowed my stroke down to what seemed like a crawl, and started again. Soon, I found a flow and bodies seemed to have some distance between each other. I concentrated SO hard on my breathing, and tried to relax. The first yellow bouy was approaching.

I turned the corner and headed toward the next bouy, which I could barely see in the distance. Stroke, stroke, breath. Stroke, stroke, breath. Tempo. Tempo. Relax. Before I knew it, I was passing people. Women, men...I had broken into the first wave of starters, and immediately I was invigorated with a new found energy. My stride then just fell into place, and I seemed to pick up some speed.

I passed more people and then found myself at the second yellow bouy, only to turn again to head back toward the beach. I had to lift my head on occasion to sight my target and make sure I was swimming in a straight line, but for the most part I just kept plugging away. Before I knew it, I was back at the beach and running toward transition.

There weren't too many people in the transition area, which gave me encouragement. Did I really swim that fast? It was hard to tell, but I felt good.

The wet suit came off with ease, and I put my socks, shoes, helmet and glasses on. Then off on the bike I went towards the 12.5 mile course. Ironically, it was the same route I had taken yesterday when I trained with the team. The same route that I had drafted behind Elysia. The same route where I saw her fall.

I passed that spot again and wondered if she was okay. Then something in my mind brought me back to the moment, and I thought about my time. Why was my ankle feeling so "free"? I looked down, and was devistated to realize that my race chip was no longer on my ankle. I wasn't being timed! Would I get disqualified? That is the only thing that ran through my mind, and my drive became quickly deflated.

I rode about a mile in a bit of a depression, cursing to myself. But then something hit me. My stopwatch on my wrist is still going, and nothing can stop that. It is, after all, a race against myself. So I shouldn't give up. I should keep pushing, keep moving forward. With what seemed like a new breath of life, I started pumping harder. And I thought that maybe, just maybe, that race chip didn't fall off in the water, but was perhaps hiding in the wet suit. I pushed harder to get back as fast as I could so I could find the answer.

Back at the transition line, I hung my bike and took off my helmet. I dug my hand into the legs of the wet suit, and it was like I had struck gold. There, deep in the leg, was my race chip. I may not get a breakdown in time by each sport, but perhaps I could get an official time for the race!

With my chip back on, I headed out for the 5K run. I was feeling good, though a bit winded. BUT, I forgot to put on my race belt with my number on it! I had to turn around and put it on, or else I would be disqualifed. Race belt went on, and I headed out again.

Right out of the gate, I was faced with a hill that only kids would dream of sledding down. It was STEEP. I tried running up it, but soon realized that walking fast would be just as productive, so I pulled back a bit.

Once the ground leveled out, I found my pace. There were a couple other hills that took me up and down. The course was a pretty one, and though many people passed me, I was able to pass a couple people. That made me feel good, especially since the run is my downfall of the three. I thought I saw a snail pass me, but I could have been halucinating at that point...

I approached the finish line much quicker than I anticipated, and my energy grew into excitement. 500 yards. 400 yards. 300 yard, it's so close! Then, there was a guide. "Second lap to the left, finish straight ahead if you have done both laps!" WHAT? Man, I forgot about the dreaded second lap. What a tease.

So I had to do it all again. The big hill and all. But I made it back to the now cherished finish area, and really pushed myself in the end. I passed three women in the last 500 yards, and FINALLY made it to finish line. Alex and his friend were there cheering me on. What a great feeling to see a familiar face.

"And give a big hand to number 43, Andrea Duncan, with a time of one hour, thirty six minutes!" I felt like I had just won the lottery. I finished. Mission accomplished.

It turns out that even though I didn't have my race chip on the whole time, they were keeping track of me somehow, likely by sighting my number. The race results are now posted, and I didn't do bad at all.

For the swim, I came in 3rd in my age group out of 25, 7th overall for women and 58th overall. That was obviously my strength, and I'm thrilled. My time was 15:06 for the 800 meter distance.

The bike was respectable, though it surely isn't my strength. My time was 43:39 for the total distance. I placed ninth in my age group there.

My run was my weekness, going at a slow 11:30 pace (though there WERE hills). The time for that was 34:29, and I didn't break any records.

Overall, with the transition times, I completed my first race in 1:35:24. That was 8th place in my age group, 30th for women, and 154th overall. Not bad for this newbie.

The overall experience was awesome, and I'm officially hooked on the sport. In fact, I just registered for another sprint tri in a couple of weeks. Hey, what's another one, right?

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August 25: The Pros and Cons of Drafting

2007-08-25T15:14:00.000-04:00

It's Saturday again, which meant that once again the team met up for our weekly muscle burn. The East and West team coaches elected to bring the two teams together today, so it was nice to have a bit bigger crowd than normal to train with.

The weather, though warm, was overcast and hinted the threat of rain. As long as there was no lightning, though, no amount of rain could stop this group, so we started out on our venture...a 30 mile bike ride and then a 4 mile run.

I knew that I wouldn't be going the distance today, not because I couldn't, but because I needed to preserve my energy for my very first triathlon (a sprint distance) tomorrow. Instead, I elected to go around 15 miles and take a short cut back, only to run 2 miles at most.

The bike ride took us through Island Lake (where my race would be the next day). I was biking with Coach Brian (pictured up top on the right, and that's Coach Kevin to my left, by the way) and fellow teammate Elysia. (You can also see her pictured with me in the August 19th Dragonmead blog entry.) I decided to draft Elysia since she was going at a good clip but where I could keep up with her.

Drafting is nice. It's basically a method for a cyclist to increase his or her speed or decrease their effort by lowering your wind resistance. So knowing I had to conserve energy for my race the next day, I stayed close behind Elysia for much of the route.

On our way back, we needed to brake and go left at an intersection. Before I knew it, I was witnessing Elysia flipping head over heels over her bike, landing on the road with a hard thud. Her brake had come off her (30 year old loner) bike and had gotten caught in the spokes of her front wheel. Because I was drafting so close, I had to swerve quickly to avoid her. Fortunately, my hands were in the right position to react quick enough. That was something that I never wanted to see, though I knew deep down that it was sure to happen sooner or later, if not to me then to someone I know.

Fortunately, Elysia wasn't severely hurt, though she does have some pretty bad bumps and bruises. (There is a reason why bike helmets should be used, folks.) Her uncle's bike, on the other hand, didn't fare so well. (You can read about her crash on her blog at http://elysiatnt.blogspot.com/). If you are reading this and you know of a small frame road bike that someone isn't using at the moment, a bike that someone may consider loaning out or selling at a cheap price to a college student, I encourage you to contact her. She's a real trooper and could use a helping hand.

After Elysia got a ride back in Coach Brian's car, I rode back and ran a couple of miles. It was nice to run off some of that adrenaline after witnessing that. Let's hope that I don't see, or am not a part of, anything like that in tomorrow's race.

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August 20: A Gift From My Children

2007-08-20T22:10:00.000-04:00

Today was the team swim practice. There were a couple of reasons as to why I really wanted to go today. One was that our coach was back in town. She had been gone for two weeks, and though we had attempted an "organized" swim, it just wasn't the same without her there holding us accountable (though I still enjoyed the practices).

The other reason was that I had just received my wet suit this week. Though it seemed to fit really well when I put it on at home, I wanted to try it on in the water just to be sure. After all, I have my first traithlon ever, a sprint distance, coming up this Sunday. That probably wouldn't be a good day to experiment with new gear.

There was one challenge I faced today, however. My husband is out of town, shooting a variety of photographs in Northern Michigan for a client, which leaves me without anyone watching the kids.

I had told my coach I wouldn't make it, but she graciously offered to keep an eye on the kids while I do a few laps in the pool, at least to see how I like the wet suit.

I lured the kids to want to come by offering a kids' favorite bribe, a McDonalds Happy Meal. We picked up the happy meals and went off to the Royal Oak Middle School pool.

The girls ate their happy meal and played with their toys while I was able to take a few laps. They were still playing when I took a few more. Before I knew it, I had swam the assigned 3500 yards, over two miles, and they didn't complain at all.

I probably sound like any other proud parent when I say this, but I'll say it anyways. My kids are awesome and I'm so fortunate that they are so well behaved (even if it's not 100 percent of the time). They know how to behave when it's important, and that is invaluable as a parent.

As a treat, I let them strip down and join me in the pool for a quick dip. They loved it, and I cherished it too, knowing that this would probably be a rare event.

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August 19: Serving Up Good Times for a Great Cause

2007-08-19T22:15:00.000-04:00

Today was the day of the long-awaited fundraiser at Dragonmead Microbrewery. After a month of planning, it was nice to see it all come together. Initially, the event was going to just be me hosting bar to some friends in hopes to raise a few bucks.

As the word spread, I realized that I may need some help. So I brought some fellow Team in Training teammates on board to help me out. In the end, my friends Pete and Elysia (pictured with me here) and Ron, Rob and Carly all joined me to help out. Together, we ended up raising $618 in four hours! This really was a collaborative effort and there are many people that need to be thanked.

Thanks to my TNT team for their help. Each team mate is a source of inspiration and motivation for me, either when we train or when we talk.

Thanks to Kim (pictured), the manager of Dragonmead, for having an open mind. She took my crazy idea and ran with it, and ultimately opened up the bar on a day that it would ultimately be closed. She posted flyers and spread the word to the regulars, who showed their support with their significant turnout today.

Thanks to Tammy and her family. Tammy is a bartender at Dragonmead, and volunteered to waive her pay for the day. This event hits home with Tammy, since she lost her brother-in-law to leukemia earlier this year. We were joined by Tammy's husband and beautiful daughter, as well as the son of her brother-in-law. We are so glad they could join us.

Thanks to Diane, another Dragonmead staffer, who also waived her pay and came in early just to make sure the place was in top-notch shape for the guests. The place looked fantastic, thank you!

And of course, thanks to everyone who came in on this overcast and rainy day to join us for a good cause. It was one of the more fun events I've been a part of, and it filled my heart to see so many smiles and laughter.

There are so many things that made today's event a success. The collaboration and team work. The support through old friendships and new. The amazing and inspirational stories. And the belief that we can make a difference if we just listen to our hearts.

Thanks, everyone. Cheers.

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August 18: Back in the Saddle (Sores) Again

2007-08-18T18:06:00.001-04:00

No, I'm not injured again. I just forgot the Body Glide during my team workout this morning. I never realize how much I depend on that stuff until I forget to use it!

We trained this morning at Stoney Creek Metropark. I decided to not follow the rest of the team (which happened to be Rob, the one other person who showed up to join Coach Kevin and Mentor Jared). They were to do a rather flat ride consisting of four loops around the park.

I, however, am eager to increase my strength, so I opted to stray from the group and take a side road to the golf course, which consisted of some good inclines. I decreased the distance to three loops, since the detour would almost compensate for the lost distance of four. I'm glad I decided to take this route. I worked hard and kept my heart rate up at around 158-160.

After I completed my run, I went for my usual run of what now is four miles. I could barely feel my shin, which amazed me! This therapy was actually be helping, and this run was proof! I ended up finishing up my run with a pace of 10:30 miles. For me, that's the best pace I've ever had when not in a race, and that included the many hills on the route as well.

I feel a great sense of accomplishment today, not just because of my workout, but because of the condition of my injuries. I'm so encouraged!!!

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August 17: Day Two of Physical Therapy

2007-08-17T17:38:00.000-04:00

I found myself back at PTS during a late lunch hour, ready for my next session. Today we did some endurance work, strength work, stretching, and the ever-appreciated ultrasound therapy.

Though I was told to wear my gym clothes, I wasn't expecting to work up a sweat. I started with the ultrasound, and enjoyed my conversation with Candis the assistant. I was happy knowing she was now contemplating a Team in Training event after talking with me, and told her I'd bring her more information on that later.

After the ultrasound, I found myself in the fitness room. My first exercise was to simply ride 10 minutes on a stationary bike. I had pushed, and it seemed to fight back at me. I kept thinking of my bike coach, yelling at me to keep my cadence up. So I did.

My rotations per minute hovered between 78 and 82. The older man next to me said, after two minutes of me biking, that if I were to keep that pace up I'll never make it to the 10 minute mark. To me, that comment sparked an internal challenge to myself that I refused to lose. My 10 minute assignment finally ended, and the glossy sheen I had on my face was proof that I had accomplished my mission.

I then did a series of strength exercises as Al, my friend from long ago, guided me through each one. I really enjoy working with Al. He is very descriptive in explaining how to do a proper exercise. I imagine that it's one of two reasons why. He either has the natural ability in the way he words things, or because he simply cannot demonstrate how to do the exercises himself. You see, Al is wheelchair-bound, paralized from the neck down. He was in a diving accident in the early 90s, and his world changed from that moment on. I didn't know Al before that accident. I met him about two years afterwards, and though we never talked about the accident, I always admired his attitude and perseverance despite the hard blow he had been dealt. He really is one helluva guy, and I'm glad to have reconnected with him.

With Al by my side, I completed the exercises. I felt a sense of accomplishment, knowing that I was taking the right step towards preventing further injury. My problem areas feel pretty good, and would say that I'm 90% better than when I first walked in there.

I still feel the issues at hand, but am optimistic. These injuries are what I hope are the final hurdle in my training as I work toward completing the race on September 29th.

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August 14: Trying Something New

2007-08-14T22:20:00.000-04:00

Today was the first day of my physical therapy. I decided to take a new approach with the ongoing issues I'm having with my right shoulder and my left shin. I definitely feel much better than when those strains were at their worst. However, I can still feel them on a daily basis, and they serve as a constant reminder to me that they could flair up at any time and put me out of training for this triathlon completely.

I arrived at Physical Therapy Specialists, located just under a mile from where I work in Troy. I know them well, though I have never been a patient there. I used to be their freelance art director long ago, when I would design their updated business cards and newspaper ads. There is one person there, Al, from those days long ago. He's a sweet man not much different in age than me, so when I arrived it was wonderful to see him again after all of these years.

After extensive strength testing with my physical therapist Mark, I was shown how to execute my home exercises that I had been given. Today would be a light day, with no exercises or strength training on site.

One treatment I did receive, however, was ultrasound therapy. Candis, one of the assistants there, applied this to both my shoulder and my shin, each for 10 minutes. It's hard to believe that this technology could do anything, but I was amazed once it was all done, as my pain (which I had rated at only a 4 out of 10) had dramatically diminished by over 50 percent. How could this be? I didn't question it, I was only grateful.

After my session was over, I left immediately for Cranbrook pool, where we had a scheduled swim practice.

Though my shin and shoulder were feeling much better, my sinuses were a mess. I believe I was suffering from the tail end of one gigantic episode of pollen allergies that had come on quite suddenly after my business trip up north.

The long two sleepless nights I had before really affected my swim. One night it was the euchre games with my business associates that took us into the wee hours of the morning, or the four hour drive back after spending the whole day on the golf course in a scramble.

I was very tired, and I decided early on that this was the biggest struggle I had ever encountered in the pool. I ended up swimming half my distance, a mere 1850 yards. I was just looking forward to going home and going to bed. And I did, and had the best sleep in a very long time. And the best thing of all was that my shoulder (and shin) still felt great.

Chalk one up for physical therapy. Let's hope it sticks this time.

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August 11: Training Through a Cold

2007-08-12T12:40:00.000-04:00

I probably should have predicted that I'd get my daughter's cold. I'm sniffling and sneezing, and just don't feel that great. On top of all that, I haven't been drinking as much water as I know I should, which is never a good choice.

All that being said, I reluctantly got out of bed and forced myself to go to practice today. After a stiff cup of joe and some extra strong Accelerade to get me going, I felt a little better. Our task today was a shorter bike ride on a flat course, and then some sprint work in our run, getting between four and six miles in.

The bike only took us 12.7 miles. I was hoping to get more in today, since this is really the only day that I can dedicate a good amount of time for the bike. But then the little voice in my head said to be thankful...after all, I'm not feeling up to par. In fact, there was a time during my ride that I literally wanted to close my eyes and fall asleep! Good thing I took my vitamins this morning or else I'd really be in trouble.

When I got to the run portion, I elected to not focus on sprint work but simply to keep a tempo and get the miles in. Four miles is as far as I got. I was going to run 5-6, but with only 500 yards to go in my fourth mile, my shins started nagging me to stop.

It's funny. By the end of the training, I had completely forgotten about this cold that was coming on. I spent the rest of the day with my family, enjoying time with them as we went to a Team in Training picnic with other athletes.

Maybe I should just run every time I feel a cold coming on!

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August 10: National Lazy Day

2007-08-10T12:37:00.000-04:00

Did you know such a day existed? I hope that you didn't celebrate it by sitting on the sofa all day! As for me, I wish I could tell you that I swam two miles and ran six today, but no such luck. Today my daughter Mallory was sick with a cold, so I kept her home from school. We spent half the day at my work so I could get some work done, but the rest of the day was just mommy and Mallory time. Even though she was sick, it was fun spending time with her. I don't get many chances to spend one-on-one time with either of my girls, and after today, I realize how much I cherish it.

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August 8: Benefits of Triathlon Training

2007-08-08T20:59:00.000-04:00

I have read on more than one occasion that triathletes are constantly fighting one ache or pain in their body, and that it becomes kind of expected. I think I'm getting to that point. I could say that this is because of my workout yesterday, but I know that's not it because I felt this way yesterday morning. And the morning before. I ache in more than one place, and each ache comes and goes.

My shoulder hurts. Or my hip is out. Or my back is tight. Or my neck crackles. Or all of the above, like this morinng. But things could be soooo much worse, right? I could be fighting cancer. Trust me, I thank God every day for my health and for the health of my family, that's not something that I take for granted.

There is a benefit of triathlon training that I never would have known until actually experiencing it. When I run, my shoulder doesn't hurt. When I swim, my shin splints are forgotten. When I bike, my back feels better than ever. Maybe variety in sports training is the way to go. Each muscle gets a break to recover just enough to keep going. At least it gives my brain an opportunity to forget about one ache, even if it's to focus on another. It's an interesting, though potentially viscious circle.

But I enjoy it. And I'm hooked.

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