Rock the River Half Marathon 2021 Edition

 

Long time,  no see. I haven't touched this blog in many years, but after today's race I really want to put down how it went so I can remember the glorious details. 

The morning began with some rain and very moody, rainy
skies over the George Washington Bridge. It's a very quick trip from my home in upper Manhattan over to Ross Dock on the NJ side of the river, so I arrived early. I was feeling lucky from the start- my race # was 7! 🍀 I peed a handful of times, snacked a bit and nervously puttered around. I did a warm up along the flat part of the course by the start line and eyed up the competition. I never feel particularly confident at the start line of races, there's a touch of self doubt and a random thought of "but what if" that usually melts away once I start moving. The start was self-seeded which means everyone starts in a clump and if you're a nice person you only start up front if you are genuinely fast. I can tell you from watching the finish that not everyone at the very front was honest, which means we had to weave around them a bit. The race starts out with a brief flat stretch, maybe 0.2 mi before a sharp left led us up a very long, steep hill away from the river's edge and into the cliffside. I know the hills on the course well, I ride there pretty often so I knew to just take it easy and not try to weave or push ahead. Once we got onto the roadway, I settled into a pretty easy pace as planned. Mile 1 was 8:42 with 122ft elevation gain.

Hitting mile 2 I settled into what Coach Baker called "swift" pace, a term I repeated often in my head today. It invokes a really good feeling...running swiftly. The goal was to run swiftly at about 85% effort miles 2-9, which meant I'd need to take advantage of the downhills to keep the effort level up. No problem, I love downhills. I stayed strong and comfortable for many miles, focusing on running the tangents while many of the runners around me made this big, wide, sweeping turns. I found myself near a few guys frequently during the first half of the race. Loud breathing guy was about my pace, luckily podcast-on-speaker guy was not. There weren't any women around me for most of the first 6.5 miles and I had no clue where I stood, but I assumed there were a bunch ahead of me. I grabbed some water at mile 4 or so and decided that if there wasn't going to be water at mile 7 (it was an out and back course) I should have my Gu whenever there was water, which ended up being the turnaround point at 6.6 mi. 

 As I was nearing mile 6 I realized we hadn't seen any of the race leaders yet and was surprised because we were getting close to the turnaround at 6.6. Finally I saw the lead man, a few others and the lead woman. She was really moving. I thought to myself- "ok, keep count of the women ahead of you" and there was only ONE MORE before I made my turn. Wait, was I in 3rd place?! I'd been cheering on the people who were heading back and continued to do so as I made my way back, cheering on those making their way toward the turnaround. It was really exciting and fun and helped pass the time. I heard several groups say "there's #3" as I ran by. I knew that there were a few women not far behind me now, I'd seen them at the turnaround and if they think anything like me- I had a target on my back. The good news for me - I was feeling great. That mile including the turnaround was 7:55/mi with 70ft of elevation gain, but it had been a roller of a mile. 

The run to the turnaround had been a steady effort, hard but controlled and relaxed but the second half was a very different experience. I kept on running steadily, following the "swift" plan and ticking off the miles. It was beginning to really burn, especially my quads from blazing downhill on the dozen or so hills we'd already run, but I felt good. Somewhere around mile 9 or so I turned a corner and said "oh shit!" because I spotted the 2nd place woman ahead of me. I had not at all considered the possibility of catching her, but as soon as I saw her I realized that I was picking up speed and she was not. The race plan was to let loose after mile 10 as I tend to enjoy a strong finish. I slowly, steadily made up the ground between us but my plan was to wait until we were through the really gnarly Dyckman hill before any type of move. The plan changed when I heard the unmistakable footsteps and breathing of a woman behind me. Don't ask me how, but we sound different than men when we run and I just knew. She was back there and as we neared the Dyckman hill, we reeled in 2nd place woman and I had no choice but to pull up next to her and make a move. Damn, that hill is HARD both directions, but I got next to her, kept close because we were in a slight turn and set my eyes on a big rock in the distance that was the most direct route forward. Now I had two very fast women on my heels as we crested the hill and hit the mile 11 marker. 2 to go. 

*Sidenote- Dyckman hill and the hill leading up the PIP there are totally destroyed after Hurricane Ida, it's a terrible mess with the blacktop in piles on the side of the roadway with exposed bricks underneath.

So as I passed over the top of Dyckman hill I did what I usually do on my bike in that spot- no coasting, I switched gears and turned on the fire. I flew down the hill, knowing that once hitting the bottom of it we'd go immediately back up and climb almost the rest of the race. We climbed. I could tell that at least one of the women had dropped off, somehow I knew it was the previous 2nd place woman and I could still hear the chaser behind me. She finally pulled up next to me at one point and my first thought was that she was going to pass me, my second thought was "you do not have to LET her pass you." I dug deep because everything hurt but I was counting on her feeling the same. I finally saw her at that point and we ran side by side for a bit, climbing still. I let off the gas just the tiniest bit to let her think she was passing, I don't know how I had the brain power to do that, but I am very competitive and really enjoyed Molly Seidel's account of the trash talk and head games that happen during pro races so I guess that stuck with me.  As soon as she started to think she was pulling ahead I turned the gas back on and really floored it. We had a mile to go and I had nothing to lose. I had just run a 7:44 mile for mile 12. I did not expect her to come to a stop and make a sound of agony, which is how I was also feeling, but she did. I glanced back to make sure she was okay and yelled "NO! You've got this" because I couldn't bear to see her walk, even if it was partially my fault. She seemed fine so I gleefully (grinning like a jerk) steamed ahead, knowing I needed to widen the gap for the final mile. I had also kept my sights on this guy ahead for much of the race, noticing in mile 2 or so that he was running strong and then suddenly he was walking, too! I was grateful to be still running and feeling terrible but also still strong while the only other people around me were walking! I kept the jets on and knew that I was close to the last bit of uphill leading to the traffic circle at the top of the very last hill, making the turn onto the steep downhill from the start of the race. I was so close and I was flying downhill. The race director came by on his bike and told me I was second and told me to kick. I gasped "I know and I AM!" Ha! I knew no one was close behind me but I kept on the fire and stayed in the center of the small lane marked by cones so no one could pass. I came around the corner to the finish and heard my name on the speakers. I'd taken 2nd place overall female and run a 1:45, basically my A-goal time. I couldn't stop smiling. I finished the race with a 7:39 last mile, the second fastest of the whole race. 

They told us to finish like this. 😂

How I really felt.

The most fun part was cheering in and congratulating all of the folks I'd run with or by on the quiet road out there. The guys I'd run near in the first half and passed in the second half all came over for a high-5 and "great race" exchange. I found the guy who won and congratulated him as well. As I sat chatting with a woman from the Palisades Park Conservancy we spotted a bald eagle flying overhead. Honestly, it was a perfect race day. The rain picked up again, we'd had a dry race sandwiched between rainstorms and I was just glowing with happiness. 

Several times during the race I caught myself smiling, I was having such a good time. I haven't raced with other people since before Covid-19 hit in March of 2020 and it was really, really exciting to be back. I also reminded myself about half a dozen times that I was running MY race, I was looking out for the speedy woman in the red tank, black shorts, yellow hat and orange shoes and no one else. It really helped center me when I got too caught up on those around me.  

To give the 3rd place woman some serious props, I saw on Strava that she went on to run 6 more miles after the race so I assume she's running a marathon soon. I hope this training run gives you a super boost and you have a killer race, Elizabeth R. Thanks for the race, it was a real blast. 

My time and the 3rd place female

Now imagine if that course had been flat... 

Running shoe blues

I miss having a pair of running shoes that I love and look forward to wearing. Since the neuroma in my left foot has reared it's ugly head again and again for the last 6 months i haven't been able to find a great pair of running shoes that are just right. I feel like Cinderella searching for my lost glass slipper that fit like a glove. For years and years I wore Asics Gel-Nimbus, but several injuries and the trend toward less clunky shoes sent me searching for something new. I went through a Saucony phase, but they discontinued the Cortana and the racing flats I loved for so long irritated my right foot and I had an ongoing battle with plantar fascitis for a few years. I have super high Arches, so it's tricky to nail down a shoe that's not too clunky, but still has support.
Last year I was lucky enough to test the new Nike Lunar Glide 5 and liked those a lot, I'm trying to think of why I stopped... Probably because I got a new test pair of Nike Flyknit Lunars and fell madly in love. I had that neon orange and purple pair from the Allyson Felix commercial and they were hot stuff. They gradually wore out and I was getting PF pain, so I sucked it up and with the help of a Nike gift card, bought a light blue pair. Oh, they were heaven, or so I thought. While they were terrible winter shoes (stretchy fabric +snow= brrr wet feet) I loved them so. Then the neuroma hit and my suspicion that they were too narrow for my foot became clear. A neuroma often occurs when shoes are too tight across the widest part of the forefoot because the nerves are pinched together and they really don't like that. Damn it, I would have to find new shoes. In the colder weather I'd been wearing a pair of Salomons, my second pair after running the first pair into the ground, but suddenly they were causing pain too. Cue the return of Asics, the softest shoe I could think of. I bought a pair of Gel Excels from the Asics store because they felt roomy, soft and didn't hurt my foot but are a reasonable heel to toe drop. Unfortunately, the cushioning is sooo soft that my ankles get sore after running in them as if I'd run a tough trail race. They are also pretty unresponsive as a result, I don't feel springy or quick at all. Another trip to the podiatrist led to orthotics and a trip to Jackrabbit Sports where I finally used my store credit from the indoor triathlon prize. I bought Hoka One One Stinsons which look like moon shoes but are super light and responsive. I was surprised at how great they felt while running because they look enormous, but then I noticed the blisters. The overlay is made of a sort of meshy material with lines of firmer material to give it substance, but some combination of that brings on big toe blisters just about every run. I added moleskin over the area inside the shoe and wear cushy socks, but to no avail. I wear my orthotics religiously but the neuroma still tingles and burns more often than not. I'm going back to the podiatrist next week and I'm not sure what she's going to say. The next option after orthotics is usually either denatured alcohol shots to kill the nerve or surgical removal. I don't know if we're there yet, but I am sick of hobbling around on a tingly, zinging foot. I guess I'll wait until after the appointment to make another trip to the shoe store for yet another pair. I'm out of gift cards and store credits, so hopefully my next pair won't be a flop.
I just miss having a great pair that I love enough to stock up on several pairs. I'm also really sick of having foot pain, something I'd really like to resolve before winter boot season makes me change everything again!

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The search for the perfect running gum.

I'm a big fan of running and cycling with gum in my mouth. Before you say "Aren't you afraid you're going to choke?" you should try it because it's really exactly the same as walking and chewing gum and you'll feel a little silly. Chewing gum keeps my mouth from getting dry while running and keeps my breath fresh should I encounter Daniel Craig on a run. This is Manhattan, after all, and you never know who you might run into.
So, my quest for the perfect piece of running gum continues because I think Orbit recently changed their formula and the flavor doesn't last long enough anymore. I am a fan of Extra for regular chewing purposes, but it's not strong enough for running, it completely falls apart. I guess it can't handle the intensity. Trident is okay in a pinch, but it too hardens and loses flavor too quickly. Orbit used to be perfect, the size is still right but now it turns hard and blah after a mile or two. At work I enjoy the Ice Cubes with unwrapped pieces in a little container, but I prefer wrapped gum in case I need to bring it to the start of a race. The types of gum in the blister packs, the chicklet types, also don't last very long and are too small.
I realize I am the Goldilocks of chewing gum, but I'd like to hear any suggestions for types to try. The only requirements are minty flavors and sugar free. I pay enough at the dentist already, thanks, no one needs sugary gum.

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The results

Ironman 70.3 Princeton Results

At first I wasn't ready to scour the results from the race last weekend and I still don't care *that* much, probably because I didn't do that well. If I'd done as well as I'd hoped, I'd be all dancing around and singing about my place in my age group or whatever. Instead, I'm just laying out the facts to have for future reference.


29th in my age group out of 62, not bad!




The swim course, 38:33


The bike course, forever.



The run course, two loops and my slowest half ever, 2:05

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2014 Princeton Ironman 70.3

"Move outta my way, I want to sit down"

The big day has come and gone and I have the sore legs, shoulders and butt to prove it. Sunday, September 21st was the first annual half Ironman in Princeton, NJ and as a new race, I think it was well organized and safe. Whatever small gripes I may have, those two qualities matter more than anything else to me. Spoiler alert: I finished the race.
Despite being hit with a head cold Saturday morning, the weekend itself was fun, I was surrounded by friends and my hubby in beautiful Princeton on Saturday evening and we had lots of laughs and a good dinner. We were all checked in with our bikes waiting for us in the transition area overnight so we only had to worry about our actual race gear in the morning: clothes, shoes x2, helmet, sunglasses, cap/goggles and water bottles/snacks. There's so much crap to bring to a tri.
I had one little hiccup at the check-in on Saturday, I brought my bike to transition before picking up my packet, which meant I had to turn around and walk back to the car and across the park and then repeat my trip to transition.. Oops. Otherwise things went smoothly and it was well organized.

Out of the water, happy to have my cap off

Race morning was no different, I rode from the hotel with Baker, Doug, Susan and Eric (race support crew!) and we parked in the woods and got ourselves ready to rock. Despite the 1+ hour wait time between the time transition closed and our swim waves, I managed to stay pretty relaxed. It was great to have friends to keep me company while we watched the pros and everyone ahead of us swim by. The lake looked really long, but it was marked really well with tons of numbered buoys in different colors so you always knew right where you were. I've swum in Mercer County Lake a few times before, but this was much longer than the sprint distances I've done before. When our wave finally took off at 8:18, I was happy to have friends nearby, Amanda, Cathy, and Susan were all in my wave. The water was sort of perfect, I think it was around 70 degrees and overcast so there wasn't any glare. I remember thinking that this was one of my favorite swims in a triathlon, despite the shallow lake and murky water. The buoys cruised by and most of the time I had plenty of space to swim. After about 6 buoys I was fully immersed in the wave of yellow capped swimmers from the wave ahead of ours (we were green) and by the turnaround I was in a full out rainbow of caps. People from several waves before mine were doing diagonal backstroke and who knows what else. I weaved around and finished in 38: something. I was already a little behind schedule, but only a few minutes off my target of 35:00 or less. I took off into transition, bypassing the wetsuit strippers because I wasn't wearing one, but they always make me giggle as they're pulling the suits off of people.

Early on, looking alive and well.

I even smiled for this one!

I started the bike off strong, really strong. I think I hit the halfway mark at 1:33, which was excellent. I was cruising along thinking that the course was a bit boring, but beautiful and mostly flat. There were a few quick, steep hills during the ride, but compared to my NYC rides and Adirondack rides, it was nothing. I was snacking and sipping water along the way, having a lovely time in the cornfields and horse farms of Mercer County, but something changed along the way. Perhaps it was a sign that I hadn't finished even one bottle of water when I exchanged my bottle at mile 45 or so, but it's hard to judge how hot it is when you're riding 17 mph and I think I just let it slip. I thought I was hydrating, I even took a salt tab, but I realize now that may have been a mistake. I was also feeling my head cold more now because I didn't take sudafed in the morning because it seemed like a bad idea. So there I was, fading on the bike with no idea why and getting cranky about it. My heart rate was high, especially for how slow I was going and I was sick of being out there alone on the bike. I was surprised how few people were around me for long stretches of the ride, making the country roads even more boring. In one little crowd of people on a bumpy stretch of road (there were many of those) a girl had the nerve to tell me I could get a penalty for riding too far to the left (I was avoiding potholes just like everyone else in the crowd) AS SHE PASSED ME ON THE RIGHT SIDE! WHAT?! I turned to her and said "There's also a penalty for passing on the right!" as she went by. What an idiot. Her response was "what did you want me to do?" as she rode over the bumps and potholes we were all avoiding.

Late in the race, looking...special. 

I told you there were cornfields.

After some serious misery on the final 10 miles of the bike, including the extra two because the course was long, it was time to get running. I was having some bad left knee pain from obviously tight hip and ITB, but luckily it went away as soon as I got off. I have never been so happy to see the "dismount" sign. I trotted through transition, switched my shoes clumsily and hit the road... Still hopeful about my time. I say that because I was oblivious to the time and didn't realize that the second half of the bike took nearly 2 hours. I felt fine at the start of the run, I was just so happy to be off the bike. I made a quick pee stop early on and glanced at my watch, I was 4:15 into the race, I was surprised and realized how far off I was from a goal time or even from breaking 6 hrs, but I was hopeful. I got about 3/4 mile into the run when I hit a wall. Oof. I pushed myself to reach the 1 mile marker and walked for a minute or so. I did a systems check and found the usual aches and pains (hips, lower back) and general thirst. I got running again and made sure to drink water at each aid station. I felt well fueled, but grabbed some pretzels anyway and trotted on. Things went up and down for the rest of the race. I was so thirsty and hot, but there were tons of people walking and talking about the heat, but I didn't think about dehydration. I'm not sure what I thought about.... Mostly getting to the finish line so I could SIT DOWN. I was going through every emotion along the way. I was angry for a while, mostly at myself then the course, then my bike (for what, I'm not sure). Then I was just bummed. Soo bummed to be missing my goal after training so hard and for so long. I was disappointed and I was sad that Baker was going to be disappointed with the hard work he put into my training plan all summer. I know that's not the case, but looking back that's what I remember. The run was a 2 loop course, meaning we ran by the turn off to the finish line but had 6.5 mi left. I may have thought some things that aren't appropriate to share. I was grumpy and still thirsty. I'd been soaking myself and drinking at nearly every aid station. I was determined to run as much of the second loop as possible, but I have no idea if that happened. I set small goals along the way, "make it to mile 10 and you can walk" or "run until you get to the aid station with the potato chips". These little things got me through. On the bike I'd been dedicating 5 mile chunks to Baker, Joe, Amanda and others, but on the run I couldn't focus long enough to do that. I thought about the kids I work with and how hard they work to make gains and that helped me along for a bit. By mile 8 I was chatting with the other walkers (Oh, there were LOTS of people walking, possibly more than there were running) and telling them this was my last 70.3. I realize now that I was probably a little nutty. I saw the photos and I looked like crap. I wonder if that's why the aid station worker at mile 8 asked if I could count to 4. I told her I could, but didn't feel like it.

Not looking good, just... not good. 

Finally, I was slogging through the last mile (uphill!?!) when I heard a girl asking a volunteer if she could just stop. He told her the finish was less than half a mile away and she said "you're not lying to me, right?" I recognized her as someone I'd been running back and forth with the whole time, she had bright purple and orange shoes and I wasn't letting her quit. I turned and told her to "come on" and she smiled. She said I'd been pacing her the whole way. Obviously she was delusional too. By now I'd had a lot of water and gatorade and was feeling somewhat more alive. We ran together for the better part of the last mile before she drifted off behind me, cheering me on. I turned into the chute, the longest chute on earth, and trotted along until I could *finally* see the finish. Dave called my name just before the finish and I managed to give him a tiny smile. There was no fanfare at the finish, I just wanted to get through the swarm to sit down! I caught up with Susan and then Dave and Eric and we tracked down Baker and Doug and FINALLY I got to sit down. It was amazing. It was the best feeling in the world to just stop moving for the first time in 6 hours and 21 minutes. Or however long it took. I'll do a separate post of stats. This has gone on long enough already.

Really just happy to be done. 

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NYC Triathlon 2014 Edition

Baker, Neal and I at the finish when the sun came out!

My triumphant return to the NYC triathlon deserves a blog post. I haven't participated in the race since 2010, though I attempted in 2011 but was denied by my orthopedist two days before (badly sprained ankle) AND my oral surgeon (dry socket= open mouth wound=no Hudson River swimming). So when I plunged into the Hudson on Sunday morning, it was exciting to be back. Yes, for those of you new to this blog, I swam in the Hudson River next to Manhattan. And not for the first time. I think it was the 5th time, though this time might have been the murkiest.
I've been training steadily for this race for a few months under the tutelage of the talented Chris Baker (http://beyonddefeat.com) I went into it feeling really confident in my fitness and readiness. Perhaps too confident because I was eyeing a 2:30 goal, which I realize now was silly. Anyway, despite my confidence in my ability to race I felt nervous on the morning of. I was comforted when I bumped into several friends and 2 co-workers/friends before the start. I actually started the race side by side with a new friend from work, which was great. We hopped into the dark, murky Hudson together with a splash after waiting for our wave in the increasing rain. Oh joy, rain. The swim flew by, I mean FLEW. To give you perspective, if I could swim that fast (1500m in 14mins 55 seconds) in a pool, I'd be a world record holder. So no, the tide was not "slack" as was mentioned at the briefing on Fri. I checked the tide charts on Saturday and knew that was wrong anyway, but I still couldn't believe how strong it was. Weeeeeeee! I cruised down the river, no problemo. I even slowed down to pee. It got very crowded near the finish with people stopping and dorking around, but I just went right through and got out. What were those people doing? Get out!
T1 is rough at NYC if you're in yellow transition, the half mile barefoot run on the concrete is trying on a good day, but I have a painful neuroma in my foot that mostly hurts when.... You guessed it, when I am barefoot. I can't even walk on the hardwood floor barefoot at home, so running on pavement was more than a little annoying. I ran quickly just to get it over with asap. It was still raining at this point, but I decided to put on my socks... A move I'd regret later.


The bike was wet and a bit crowded, but I kind of enjoyed it. I felt pretty confident out there, despite the wet conditions. For once, I was the person passing with a quick "on your left" to alert someone if my presence on their left side. There were a couple of women who kept getting in the left lane and hanging out there, like bad New Jersey drivers. You can be disqualified for riding on the left instead of passing and moving back over, similar to driving. It was a bit crowded, but these few women were driving me nuts. I tried to get aways from them, but since I was trying to crush the downhills and stay steady on the uphills, we kept playing leapfrog. Part of me really hopes they got time penalties for being so clueless and annoying while the other part of me doesn't care *that* much. In the end didn't exactly "kill it" on the bike, but I was happy knowing that I handled the wet conditions safely. The spray from the bikes in front of me throughout the race may haunt my dreams for a while. Each time I caught someone or was passed I thought "oh, it's raining harder..." before I realized it was just the rooster tail of road grime and rainwater they're were spraying in my face. Yuck.

One of those Jersey drivers riding on my left FOREVER

T2 was pretty quick and it seemed easy enough, but I made a terrible rookie move. When removing my bike shoes I knew my socks were drenched and I didn't have another pair in transition, so I made the numbskull move of taking them off completely and running in my new-ish shoes. I've worn them a few times, but never sockless. Oops. I trotted out of T2 feeling good and already passing folks on the way up the hill out of Riverside Park.
The run... I've already alluded to what happened to my poor feet, but it didn't really sink in until about mile 2. At that point of already seen a couple of friends, Abbe, Claire and Matt and I was really moving along. I was having a great run with the exception of this scraping feeling on my right heel. Even my neuroma was behaving for the most part. I reached down at mile 2 to see if there was a rock or dirt causing the pain and I noticed my heels was already bleeding. The damage was done. Damn. I tightened my shoe with the hope that it would reduce the friction, but... it didn't exactly work out. I tried to put it out of my mind and just kept passing the throngs of people out there. I should have kept count... It was probably a couple hundred. I felt fantastic - the entire run. I couldn't believe how quickly the miles were ticking off and started to pick up the pace as I went along. My final mile was at a 7:18 pace or something like that. That's my 10K pace when I haven't swum and ridden beforehand! I ran into Neal as I turned onto the last 0.25 mi loop around Cherry Hill in Central Park and we exchanged a quick hello and I kept going ahead. I was having so much fun with the crowds all around that I stomped in a giant puddle on one of the final turns, causing a giant cheer from the crowd. It was fun.
I crossed the finish line behind two people holding hands and their dog, I'm not sure if it was a paratriathlete or what. I definitely hadn't seen any other dogs on the course. I had a tricky time getting around them as they hugged and let their German Shepherd stretch his leash across my path. Haha, okay. Last time I did this race the first paratriathlete was crossing the line right behind me and I had to jump over the tape they were holding up for him or her to break. I guess it's tradition now for someone to block my finish. I'm curious to see the finish photos, if there are any. (update: none)
By the time I crossed the line my feet were both on fire and I couldn't think of anything else but getting my shoes off. I limped to baggage and quickly slipped into my flip flops. Someone behind me pointed out my bloody heels as if I wasn't fully aware of them. Thanks, neighbor! Ouch. I still can't wear shoes with backs yet. Rookie.

Otherwise my recovery was quick and easy, as tris tend to be. I'm ready to rock and with a new bike waiting for me at a local shop and vacation (aka time for training) looming- life is good!

The numbers:
Total time 2:42, a 4 min PR
1500m Swim: 14:55
25.6 mi Bike: 1:30
10K Run: 46:05

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Eat, Sleep, Swim, Bike, Run, Work, Repeat.

It's that time of year again! Okay it never really stops being that time of year, but triathlon training has begun in earnest. I know it's that time because I haven't yet added extra sleep to my regimen and I'm feeling it. I am sleepy by Wednesday and by Thursday night I'm curling up with the cats by 9pm, ready for bed. In fact, I'm heading home to take a glorious nap right now before an evening run.
I'm psyched for the season ahead, I have my sights set on NYC Triathlon in August and Princeton 70.3 in September with some shorter races (5K's, sprint tris) sprinkled in for fun along the way. You know I need to whet my competitive appetite frequently in the summer. My work hosts a large fundraising event with a 5K annually and this year it's June 7th,this Saturday. My heart skips a few beats just thinking about it, I have a reputation to uphold with several wins (for staff members) in previous years. I'm excited for the day in general though. If you're looking for a 5K IN Central Park this weekend, you can still register at http://YAI.org/cpc and know that your entrance fee goes to support some of the greatest programs available in NY and NJ for people with disabilities. Heck, you can even join the Roosevelt team when you sign up!
Back to training and racing, I'm pretty stoked to be working with Baker (you might know him as @Lord_Baker on Twitter), the Ironman master, this summer to help me reach my training and racing goals this year. I am excited to be working with him and training with Joe (@CardiacCrusher) this summer, especially knowing we're all doing the same races. I think it's going to be a stellar year.