Nevertheless, we'll call Sunday night "T3," my third and final transition, back into role as mother.
I do a lot of post-race processing and (if it goes well) glowing or (if it goes badly) stewing. That is why I stayed up late writing my race report after the kids were in bed. I didn't want it to all be over. And I hardly slept at all that night.
I was pretty sore the day after, but some advil, compression sleeves, and a soak in the UMaine hot tub while my kids went swimming on Monday night fixed me right up. I wasn't sore at all on Tuesday, just hungry.
I had a wonderful 4 days with my babies.
Some thoughts and lessons after my 70.3 mile journey:
1. How hard was it? Triathlon vs. Marathon:
I've been asked many times how exhausted I felt at the end, or how it compared to running a full marathon. Here is what I think. I would say that I needed to be (and was) in better overall shape to complete the half ironman than I ever was for a marathon. I needed to come out of the water feeling strong, and I'm proud of how strong I did feel. I know that swimming with the masters 3 times a week all summer helped me immensely, because in the past when I've trained in the pool on my own, I get very bored quickly and tend to think: "That was about 1000 yards... enough." Instead, I swam further and pushed myself harder thanks to swimming with a team.
I also felt prepared and well trained for the bike distance, but I think I could go faster. I want to work on that (see #5 below). When I got to the run, I wasn't totally exhausted overall, but rather just had specific places that hurt. The best I can describe it is that on the run, while I was in pain, I had energy to thank volunteers, cheer on passers-by, chat with Susan once she got to me, and I never ever once thought I would die or not finish. That is not my experience in a marathon. I never had one of my typical low-moment super freak outs; I was very calm mentally throughout the race. In a 26.2 mile run, I have moments of almost near panic that I can't go on. Thanks to the 3 distinct stages of this race, I felt focused just on what I was doing at each part, but was thankful for the transitions to let my body do something different.
I guess I'm saying that I think triathlon is a healthier sport than marathoning. The training felt better, I never got bored or thought the training was tedious, and in the race itself, I had more fun and felt less beat-up at the end of it.
I never thought I'd have to buy one of these stickers for my car. And yes, they sold them at the expo. Yikes:
2. What's Next?
Many people have also already asked me what is next. I tend to ask this too of people whom I know are
First, I just want to enjoy this baby that I birthed:
But of course, there will be a next goal. I want to keep swimming (I went this morning and it felt great) and biking and running, and try to maintain my fitness levels over the winter so that I can train anew, because I do believe I'll do Pumpkinman again next year. I am also looking at all the different possibilities for Ironman 70.3 Races. This website makes me drool a little.
Other events on my radar for the upcoming year:
Century ride (100 mile bike ride). Maybe this one.
200-mile Ragnar Relay in Cape Cod with my friend Kristina
Trek Across Maine (3- day, 180-mile bike ride from the west of Maine to the east)
Various half marathons around the state.
Marathon? Not anytime soon. Not feeling it right now, anyway.
3. YOU could do this.
There were men and women of all shapes and sizes doing this race. If you think you have to fit into some crazy athletic category and have zero body fat, then you are wrong. Anyone can triathlon. One of my favorite blogs is Swim Bike Mom, written by a smart and hilarious and totally inspiring mom who also just wrote a book called: Triathlon for the Every Woman and encourages readers to start as you are, and not wait for your body to be "perfect." She is now training for a full Ironman. Don't think it hasn't crossed my mind.
In terms of training, it really was not that challenging to get ready for the half-ironman, probably not as hard as you might think. Granted, I had a good running base after coming off of a spring marathon, but still. I never made all of the volume recommended by my training plan, but was fairly consistent in getting in equal amounts of swimming, biking, and running each week. If you can find a good place to swim that works with your schedule, then the rest you can totally get in.
Before I started, I thought 2 workouts a day sounded insane and impossible. It really isn't. If I swam or biked early in the morning, I actually would feel like doing something else by the afternoon. I had a lot of energy, and felt healthy and strong throughout the training because I was always using different muscles.
Looking back over my 3 months of training, it wasn't too bad. July was a typical training month, and you can see below that I still had days off, or sometimes only did a 45-minute workout. Of course I could have trained harder, but my point is that it's doable (and fun) to train for this kind of race. I know: being a teacher and having the summer mostly off does help.
4. Triathlons and hot women
If you are my age and have even the slightest fear of getting older, entering your 40s or 50s, you should go watch a triathlon. The women, particularly in the 40-50 age group are some of the most athletically beautiful, toned, and confident women you'll ever see. Period.
The elite men aren't too shabby either.
5. I want a new bike.
It won't happen for a while, but I would like a lighter and faster tri bike. Sponsors?
6. It's in my blood now.
Training and completing endurance events is such an important part of my life now. I don't know what I would do without it. Like, I literally don't know what I'd do with myself. Would I knit?
And getting medals still does not get old.
7. Last but not least: SMILE.
When I imagine myself crossing a finish line, I always imagine I'll be bursting with joy, hands up in the air. In this photo, I was incredibly happy, I swear. I guess I was also just focused on getting the job done, as when this was snapped, I had about 10 steps to go.
You can't really tell how much joy I get out of this whole process in this photo, but I do. I love it, and I walked away from this race as I always do: medal around my neck and thinking: more, more, more.