Summer in Maine. It's the best. Our weather is so neurotic. Seriously. We go from 50s and rain for weeks to 80s and 90s in a matter of hours. But let me tell you. When it's good, it's good. The gorgeous summer days are one reason I could never leave Maine. There is nothing as serene and lovely as a warm sunny day on the ocean. Or the lake. Or... you get the point. They make up for all those nasty days we endure during some of the other seasons.
As I alluded to in my last post, it's been wild and crazy around our home. Actually, everywhere But our home. We were gone for a few weeks....
Cape Cod, Lake Placid, Wolf Neck, camp on the Island, and now the boys are off camping with some friends. It's been great. So fun. But I'm sick of packing and I've missed my own bed.
Today is catch up day.
I'll catch you up now with a few random bits from training.
It's July 6th. Ironman day is July 24th. Holy ----
Yup. It's here.
I don't have the same fear that I am sure I had in July 2009 but there is a definate angst in my body right now. I feel 100% ready. My body is in great shape. I'm not injured. I've lost a bunch of weight ( though not all the way where I want to be yet) and my workouts are going smoothly.
And yet, race day. You just never know what's going to happen. Fear of the unknown. I guess I have that.
Let's back up. I want to share an experience I had since it's a new one for me.
A few weeks ago, I had a 2 hr run on the plan. Not too bad. The weekend had been cold. I spent hours curled up under a blanket and by a fire at our camp. Now, four days later it was super humid and 90 degrees. Because it's summer and I often rely on a babysitter and his schedule, my run was starting at 11:00. Prime heat hours from 11-1:00.
Here's how it went down. First a 60 min bike. I took 2 bottles with me. One with EFS and one with water. I drank them both so I'd be nicely prepared for my run.
I spent 15 min at home changing and yes, drinking some water. I was thirsty. I knew I would Get thirstier. So I stocked up.
I left home with my 4-bottle fuel belt. 2 x 8 oz of water and 2 x 8 oz of EFS. (for those of you who aren't familiar with EFS it's a sports drink by First endurance and it's PACKED with electrolytes. I'm a relatively new user of this stuff. It even tastes salty. Therefore, no salt tabs for me.)
I had a gel as I left home too.....with water. I felt ready!
Two miles in-- I was OFF! You know that feeling when you can't focus? you feel spacey and lost? You might even tip over? But I just had a gel! There was no excuse or good reason and yet I could not fight it. I headed into a dunkin donuts and took a deep breath in the cool a/c bathroom. I had another gel, drank a bit of water (saving EFS for later when I needed it?), used the bathroom and regrouped. There...what was that about?
Ten min later I felt fine. I was running well. No big deal. Just cruisin' along.......
Man it was hot. And humid. I was a big sweat ball. But, I was still fine.
I had my next gel at 50 min even though I had just had one around 15 min. I had water. Probably a sip or two of EFS.
I just continued to run without much ado. I drank out of the bottles as I went along. The waters were gone by 10 miles. I had 1.5 of EFS left I believe.
I bumped into a friend who was driving by. I stopped at his car to say Hi and prayed that he'd have a cold water bottle and I could steal some. But he didn't. I had trouble catching my breath at that point. Looking back, I realize all I really said to him was how hot I was feeling.
Just keep going. You'll be fine. Legs were still fine. Not too far to go.
Hey! There's Mark! I saw my husband on the next road. ( it was lunch hour for everyone) He DID have a really really cold bottle of Poland Spring water. perfect! thanks hun!! You can buy more right?? I was soooooo thristy!!!! I drank and drank. And then a bit more. ahhh.... so good.
I told him I only had 30 min let and yes, I'd call him when I got home.
My run had a mission. After 1:50 I was supposed to warm down the final 10. I was fading. Those last few min to get to 1:50 were horrible. I was suffering. I was on a road with NO shade, lots of cars, and no friends to spray me with a hose. My feet hurt. I wanted to be done more than I ever remember. I got to 1:50 and it was near the office of the friend I had seen at mile 10. Isn't he headed back to work yet? Why wasn't he driving by? I was 100% sure I was going to make him drive me home. I had 3 miles to go and it was all up hill. No joke. I thought surely I would die.
I walked. I bent over.
I saw stars. The road was so so long. I could see the turn I had to take and it was 18 miles away. Maybe more.
I walked and walked. And then trotted.
I never ever walk. Ever.
I finally got to the turn. only 1.8 miles to go. I wasn't sure I could get there. A big loud dumptruck screached by me. I almost flagged him down for a ride. Who Does that?? Me. I almost did it.
A hose. I had to find a hose. I needed more water. I needed it fast.
Finally I saw a house that looked vacant. And a hose! Allelujia!!!! I cranked it up and soaked my head. And then, I drank and drank more water.
All 4 bottles were empty now. Even the 2 I had Refilled with water when I had seen Mark.
The remainder of the run was more of the same. I truly staggered up the road. I was not coherent. It took all I had to remain upright. I saw neighbors and wondered why nobody was picking me up as I was bent over with my hands on my knees. I'm never like this guys!! HELP ME! It was miserable.
I walked into the driveway and had to put on the everything is ok face for the Babysitter. I paid him and thanked him and nearly cried as he walked away. I was gasping for air. All I could say was, "Nick, could you please fill a cold tub for Mommy and get me some water?" My little 7 year old is always right there to help me. Bless his little heart.
I crawled into the tub without taking off any clothes and thanked God I made it home. I called Mark and told him it was Hell but that I was home. He had driven out of town for something but said he'd worried why 30 min turned into 60. I told him I was hoping he'd sent out a search crew. It was that bad.
After cooling off.. I thought I was ok. I was beat but ok. I was cooler and home. I could breath. I wasn't thirsty anymore.
I sat down and logged my workout and wrote a few details about my hell run.
Kurt emailed back asking me for a total electrolyte count.
I have to count?
I have to count?
And then things got weird. I was Intensely sleepy all of a sudden. I had trouble keeping my eyes open. I was nauseus. I was absolutely unable to concentrate on counting # of electrolytes. It took ALL of my brain power to get through that.
I told him this as we emailed about a few things. I felt sick. It was worsening.
His words? "GET SALT! STOP DRINKING WATER!!!" He said, "get pickles, pretzels, salt tabs, EFS and do it now."
Little Nick pulled through again. Within 1 min he had a handful of pretzels. But then he reminded me about the pickles I wouldnt' buy for him the day before. "See Mommy!!! You should buy pickles because sometimes you NEED them and I ALWAYS love them!" touche' Nick, Touche'.
I recovered. I was ok after a few hrs. The kids wanted to go to the library but I had to wait a while before I felt like I could drive. Kind of scary really.
This has never happened to me. I completely over did the water without keeping up with the electrolytes on a super hot and humid day. I messed up. I know better. But when I'm thristy and hot, I want water. Endurance athletes need to watch out- keeping that balance is critical and can save your life.
That was ONE bad run. But I learned from it so it was worth the experience I guess. I've had some excellent workouts and runs since that day and I'll have to share another time. This post got too long. I'll leave you with a few pictures from last week on the shore of Maine.
what the boys do on the shore all day....
TV? what's tv?
My ice bath at the cottage. A little Sea water to heal the legs.
Heading off to Farm camp. This was taken moments before little Nick Tipped over from the weight of his back pack.