Yep, that's right. I've been terrible (really terrible) about posting because I was working on tying the knot with the love of my life (yes, I'm all gushy). I know my last post was in May but that's when the wedding details really heated up. I got married on August 2nd, went for a fabulous honeymoon in Hawaii, and now I'm back and will hopefully be back on track with the whole posting thing again.
My posting hiatus aligned with my training hiatus. I did do Boise 70.3 in June, but then I promptly stopped doing anything at all. Part of it was that I had a wedding to plan, and the other part was that I had a pretty sucky day in Boise, and I just wasn't feeling the triathlon love anymore.
Here's my long overdue race report:
The bike leg in Boise knocked me out and took me down for the count. I've never had a more terrible time during a triathlon. Boise has a unique 2PM start, which I thought was rad. I've never done a race where I've slept past 5AM. We slept until 10AM in Boise, and it was lovely. No early morning rushing around and shoving food down your throat. We ambled down to the start around 12:30 and took a nap in the sun...yes, a nap. It was great. Well....great until the thunderheads rolled in exactly at 2PM. The water went from glass to white caps and ominous thunder and dark clouds brewed in the distance. Things did not look good. It started pouring approximately 10 seconds into the bike, and it never stopped. I have never been so wet or uncomfortable in my life. Don't get me wrong. I'm pretty tough. But 56 miles in pouring rain will take its toll on anyone. I got to the end of that bike and nearly burst into tears. As I came out of transition, I saw my Mom and was fully planning on falling into her arms when she excitedly told me my Dad was just a few hundred yards ahead of me (starting his second lap of the run). This perked me up a bit, and I picked up the pace, and we ran together for a few miles. He took off a few miles before the finish line, and by then I was warmed up enough to keep going. I crossed the finish line happy...sort of. My swim time was mediocre, my bike time was atrocious, and my run was par for the course. I was not stoked. So, I stopped. Stopped training and definitely stopped racing.
Fast forward a few months and I'm now happily married and back into my first week of real, solid training. I have a 1/2 marathon in September (San Diego) and Ironman Arizona in November. I feel good. I feel energized. And best of all...I'm marrriiieed!!!! Yay.
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