Alright…so we’ve all done it.  You know- that little thing you didn’t listen to while training.  That little “ow”.  That little “ow” that becomes a “tweek”…..

That’s what I did on Tuesday at Masters Swimming.  I was running late and didn’t get there in time to warm up (packing my food for the day).  I started right off with the one arm drills the coach was prescribing.  Almost immediately my right shoulder started “popping” a bit…but I continued on with the 25 meters of drill…and then for fun- did it one more time. 

Nothing hurt  much during the workout but then later I could feel I had done something to my shoulder.  And this happens to be the same shoulder I had surgery on to cut the upper bicep tendon three years ago….

Now here’s where the tweekin comes in….Not only did I “tweek” my shoulder- but I full on start tweekin in my head!  I start thinking, “Oh no!  I’m going to need surgery!  I’m not going to be able to swim again!  I’m not going to be able to do my Ironman”.  Blah, blah, blah, blah.  The list goes on and on!

The first thing I did do though was to call Dr Ken at Active Care  and make an appointment to see him that day.  Dr Ken first put my shoulder back in the correct spot, then had me come back a few days later for some more care.  His prognosis- I pinched my rotator cuff and should keep using my shoulder, but warm up good! 

Today I went back to Masters and took my time with a few hundreds to warm up.  Our workout today was longer sets 125s and such.  I could feel my shoulder a bit during the workout, but nothing that felt like a “tweek”.  Afterwards I was a bit sore- iced it for awhile- and called Dr Ken to confirm that all would be ok  (he said my shoulder was going to be fine).

Tweekin is no fun.  It’s no fun to do and no fun to let run wild in my mind.  One thing I did learn from this is to always properly warm up!  I know this is important for everyone- but now that I’ll officially be over 50 in a few days, I really need to pay attention to my warm ups!  It’s just not worth loosing energy and training time over….So here’s to those darn warm ups and making  the extra time they take.

I'm goin in!

This morning as I was getting ready to go to work I thought about how much time and effort it takes just to get ready for the day.  See, this being a triathlete stuff can have it’s challenges outside of the actual workouts. 

Take for example today.  I got up at 5:30 so I could leave the house by 7:30.  Now you might be shaking your head thinking- “Shoot- this crazy triathlon chick must take forever to get dressed and put her makeup on!” …..WRONG!   That part takes me about 20 minutes…..Now you’re wondering- “So what the heck takes sooooo long???”  Well, let me explain-

I get up in the morning make some tea and start the process of packing ALL my food for the day.  Yeap- that’s what takes so long.  I first put together my lunch (today was a large salad, tuna fish, apple); a snack (celery, guac, turkey); breakfast (Paleo pancake, berries, spinach & canadian bacon)…….

Add to that- today following work I go straight to Peak to Peak Performance Center for a Computrainer class.  This adds some time due to packing Pre and Post workout food (banana and hard boiled egg Pre;  juice & protein powder Post). 

My food for the day

Alright- I’ve got ALL my food for the day- now to pack my gear!  Today this means putting my TT Bike in the car (dear Ol Black Betty!) and grabbing my cycling shoes and clothes.  Oh yeah- did I mention I’m going to lift weights at the gym during lunch??? I better pack those clothes too!!  And don’t forget to bring socks!!  (I don’t know how many times I’ve forgotten this little article of clothing).

So there you have it!  All that takes a good hour for me to get together!  And now you are probably thinking- “well why doesn’t she just get everything ready the night before?”.  And here’s the why….I workout at night or have bodywork done and get home about 8:00pm and need to eat and then like to be in on my way to sleep by 9:30…And let’s be honest-  I love my veg-out time with some tv-   plus, I’m much more of a morning person and my eyelids start shutting at 9:00 anyway!

Now, one thing I do for my meal pre that helps a TON is I prepare all my food for the week on Sunday evenings.  This week I baked  spaghetti squash, a pork loin, Jenni-O turkey breast, and some Paleo cookies.  Then I cooked about 3 lbs of asparagus, some brussel sprouts,  1 lb of zucchini and yummy spaghetti sauce with ground beef.  I then made 5 Paleo Pancakes for breakfast all through the week…..All of this took me about 2 hours total to prepare.  Can you imagine how much longer the mornings would take me if I didn’t do this on Sundays???!!!!

Nutrition plays a very important role in being a triathlete.  About this time last year I was eating whatever I wanted.  I was having muffins, eating out a lot, you name it.   As I got closer to my first Ironman I began to realized that eating “clean” made a difference with my big workouts I was doing.  If I ate muffins and ate out frequently- my performance while training suffered.  If I ate clean- I had much more power and endurance during my long hours training. 

Since last summer, I’m convinced that eating clean and preparing all my food to take with me, is key to maintaining the level of training that I strive for.  I use to fool myself into thinking it didn’t matter- but it does.  What I put in my mouth effects my workouts…..And even though it would be easier to stop by Starbuck to grab breakfast, and Chipolte for lunch- this just doesn’t work for me.  It may for some, but I would challenge that as I use to believe it worked for me too.  Today- not so much!

So- I’ll get off work today- train- get up early and pack my meals for the day-go to Masters-head to work- and continue daily with my morning routine……And by the way, just out of curiosity- What’s your morning routine?????

Where'd It Go

On tap for Saturday was a run from the Conoco Station, over Dinosaur Ridge, into Red Rocks and up to the Amphitheater for the Boot Camp that goes on there, and then run back through the town of Morrison to the car. 

I had two friends who were going to join me.  One called the night before to cancel (problems with her knee).  Ok…no problem, I still have one person to suffer with me…..

Well Saturday morning rolls around and my alarm clock goes off at 6 am and all I want to do is stay in bed.  I’m sleepy and don’t want to get out from under the warm covers.  But I do, and make some tea, eat some breakfast and call my friend to check in. 

Yeap, we’re still on track to meet at 8:15.  Only thing is I’m already not “feelin” the mojo to do my workout as it’s written.  But then….I start to feel guilty about wanting to changing it!  I mull this around in  my head a bit.  A few minutes later I get a phone call…my friend can’t make it because her dog just had a seizure.  No problem, I totally understand!

Where'd My Mojo Go?

 But then, I’m left with a dilemma.  I absolutely don’t want to workout!  I don’t want to leave the house.  I don’t want to run.  I don’t want to go to the friggin Boot Camp at Red Rocks.  So….Where’d my Mojo Go???? 

I have to admit this was tough.  To get myself out the door was a struggle.  I told myself I would go to Green Mountain and run the trails there.  OK- I was feeling a bit more motivated for that.  This was enough to get me into my car and driving to Green Mountain.  As I passed Green Mountain (which happens to be on the way to the Conoco Station) I saw that the trails were covered in snow……guess it was going to be the Conoco Station!!

I made it to the station, got my stuff out and ready, (still not feelin’ it) and right before I started running I got a call from my friend saying she was still going to join me!  What sweet music to my ears!!!!  I began an out and back run and 30 minutes later I was back at the car and we were off together headed into the hills of Red Rocks. 

 We made it up to the Amphitheater and found out the class was canceled due to the snow.  We did an obligatory lap on the icy stairs and headed back down to the car.  We had a good time, worked the hills hard and enjoyed the downhill back to town.

Now here’s the thing I was contemplating.  It’s hard to stay motivated and keep my “mojo” sometimes when I’m training by myself.   Just knowing I’m  going to meet someone helps get me out the door, even if I’m a bit tired.  Saturday- I didn’t have that someone, and it was tough!  It can be downright tough sometimes to WANT to go train! 

I know when training for an Ironman, EVERY workout counts!  I can’t afford to cut them short or blow them off.  It WILL make a difference 6 months from now when I’m cranking out a 140.6 miles. Thinking this is one way that gets me out the door.  Another way that helps is to just start.  Just start running, biking or swimming for 10 minutes or whatever- and somehow it’s ok…..Telling myself I was going to run at Green Mountain really helped get me out the door Saturday.  Not that I was psyched about it…but it helped. 

Making plans with friends is the best way to make sure I show up for a workout…but when that falls through…and the MOJO is just plain gone…..it’s good to try and come up with ways to get out the door anyway.  Caz even if I can’t find it before I leave the house, chances are high that I will find it once I’ve started!!!!!!

There It Is!

Supa- Star

Do you ever have those training days or day when you get done and you just feel solid?  Like you could kick some serious a$$ and you are going to rock your next race?  You know….That you ARE a  SUPER STAR!  ?????

Well that’s the way I felt today when I walked out of the Rec Center, wet hair and all, in 20 degree weather after another kick butt Masters swim workout.  And here’s why…

After the past month, of getting my workouts in, grieving the loss of my father, and getting back to Denver and my life here….I have entered back into the realm of some serious training.

In 24 hours I swam Masters; did a grueling power Computrainer Class that seriously had me close to puking; slept 6.5 hours and then back at Masters this morning getting my arms blown up again!

At the beginning of each workout I felt  a bit flat for 10 minutes or so, but once I warmed up I was hammering hard.  It felt GREAT (even though I would wonder sometimes if I could keep going).  I imagined myself holding the pace for an entire race and finding that edge to dance on without blowing myself up.  You see, this race season is about racing “gutsy“, not just “safe” anymore.  I’ve been afraid (OMG I said it out loud!),  yeap afraid to HURT.So I’m going there- you know “there”- the “there” of pain and not knowing if you can hang on…..I want to dance that line and see what it might hold.

So after three hard workouts in 24 hours that had me working HARD and dancing with that line…I walked out of Masters this morning feeling like a SUPER STAR!  Like a real athlete who could do some damage this racing season.

It takes a village to be a triathlete!  Yeap- it really does. 

It Takes A Village

What got me thinking about this was what my day was like this past Saturday. 

I started the day at Doudy Draw in Boulder with my friend Brenda who I wrangled into joining me for a 13 mile run along trails I hadn’t explored before.   She was only going to join me for 7 miles, but after taking out the map and trying to explain where I would run, some puppy dog eyes and probably the fact that I was running pretty slow….she decided to join me for the whole run.  So- there’s Villager #1.

Next, after a quick swim, I was off to Active Imprints to meet with Danny Abshire (Newton Co-Founder)to have him help me with a final tweak to the orthotics he’s been making for me. 

I happen to be VERY fortunate and am sponsored by Newton Running Shoes.  These shoes have transformed me from a heel-striking-wannabe-runner, into a (almost) real runner!  I was having a problem with pain in my achilles and after Ironman decided to meet with Danny to have him help me with orthotics.  Within 2 minutes he figured out what was wrong with my left foot (something to do with metatarsal bones) and began working on an orthotic.  So- with this new orthotic coupled with my Newtons- I am golden again and running ultra-distances sans pain.  And did I mention Danny fixed my inserts for my bike shoes also?!!!  Voila- Villager #2

From Active Imprints I was off to Colorado MultiSport to meet with Jeff for some help with my road bike.  After a summer of switching my road bike from TT back to road…I wasn’t sure how the bike should be set up.  Plus it was time for a new saddle. 

After shooting the breeze and visiting with friends, Jeff and I got down to business.  Jeff spent an hour plus, moving this and moving that; adding this and changing that; and when he was done- I was feeling like I had the perfect bike fit again!!!  I have to say- the guys at CMS are so unbelievably patient!  They will work with you for hours and always make you feel like you are their most important customer!  I don’t know how they do it.  Alright- Villager #3

In one day- I had three different people help me on my road to being a long distance triathlete.  And that’s only ONE days worth…..there are others who keep me going- like….

Dr Ken Sheridan from Active Care.  He’s my chiropractor and without my weekly visits to him, I would not be able to keep running and training the way I do.  See, I have SI joint problems (as in they don’t stay where they’re suppose to), and Dr Ken is able to keep me from locking up…literally!  There ya go- Villager #4

Along with Dr Ken- I get regular bodywork by Brian Ray.  Now this guy is amazing!  When I first went to him 3+ years ago, I had back pain that wouldn’t quite.  I would get out of bed in pain, I took Celebrex daily….it was bad.  Brian was able to get my back working great with in few months (no more pain!).  He also keeps me going.  I mean at 50 years old and just starting this long distance stuff- there have been a few times where my body needed some help getting itself working.   And Brian is the man for that!  Yeap- we have Villager #5

One person I can’t forget to mention is my coach Andrea Watkins!  Not only does she write my training programs, but she works out with me, helps me through the mental stuff, and has become a good friend in the process.  She has taken me from a overweight 48 year old- to a descent long distance triathlete in two short years!  Now that is amazing!  Not sure how she does it….but her approach to training sure works great for me!!  Here ya have- Villager #6

Now there are many, many more Villagers who support me in many ways.  Whether it’s joining me for a workout, going to a race with me, calling to check on me, getting together for dinner….You name it.  The list goes on and on.  I never realized when I took up this sport what a great community I would be getting involved in…..and as we all learn in this triathlon life….It TRUELY does take a VILLAGE to raise a triathlete!!!!!!!!!!!

Yesterday I did my first big run since Ironman. On tap was to run 26 miles from downtown Littleton to downtown Golden. The reward was to be a yummy buffalo burger at Table Mountain Inn.

We had an alpine start at 10:00am. The sky was clear, the sun was out and the temps were forecasted for the 40’s. The first crew consisted of Coach Andrea, Delinda, Janette and yours truely. We took off heading south on the South Platte trail into Chatefield Resevior. We found some single track and ran the dirt as much as possible.

The Runnin Gals

About 5 miles after we started we were in Chatfield and it was time for Delinda and Janette to turn around and head back. That left just Andrea and I to carry on.
We headed onto the bike path along C-470 headed to Golden. We pulled the big hill out of the res and had a bit of a downhill as we started our gradual accent to Morrison.  It was nice to be running with Andrea since we hadn’t done anything together for ages.  That’s one of the nice things about a super long run….you can talk while your running!

I was feeling really good and strong.  I was suprised by how quickly we passed Wadsworth Blvd and got to Kipling.  It was around here that Andrea started to have IT band problems.   She told me to not wait for her and to continue with my run and we would meet up in a bit.

With that- I was off.  I had the bestest, bestest run ever!  I was feeling strong and just rockin to my own rythym.  I tried to remember to stay in “proper” form- something I constantly work on seeing as I was never a runner in a past life. 

Something that has helped my running is an article I read in Triathlon Mag about this guy who ran a 10K with his dog tied around his waist.  He wrote this helped put him on his forefoot better and he PRed by 5 minutes.  When my puppy was young (he’s approaching 15 yrs) and I ran with him I would tie his leash around my waist.  As I ran yesterday- I remembered what that felt like and found I ran much better and faster!  I was leaning forward from my core and not my chest…..I just love it when some “que” helps me with my form…..

There I was, running and running and next thing I know I’m about to drop down into Bear Creak Lake Park.  I called Sharon and told her I was about 30 minutes from the Conoco Station in Morrison (we ALL know that landmark!).  I ran through the park, crossed the street, and there was Sharon waiting to join me for my last 8 miles!  My garmin read 18.8 miles and I figured I had at least 8 more to go until Golden.

I filled my water bottles, ate, and hit the road with Sharon at my side.  Now this is where it got HARD!  That 20 minute break did me IN!  See once you leave the Conoco station there’s this lovely, long (did I mention long?) hill to climb….and needless to say- I was having a tough time getting my groove back.  I tried and I tried….and I tried….the hill was tough.   We finally made it to the top and we were able to enjoy some downhill.

Running with Sharon was such a treat.  She talked and kept me occupied while we ran towards Golden.  I know if she had not joined me for this last push- I would have been miserable.  She kept me entertained and we had some nice conversations when I wasn’t sucking air! 

Sharon helped me a great bit.  One thing she pointed out twice to me as we were about half way to Golden was that I was running “tight”.  I realized because things (my legs) were starting to hurt (after 20 miles on concrete), I was shortening my stride and not moving freely any longer.  This was a great help!!!  Not that I did much about it at the time, but now- looking back- I can see that I will be able to move more freely when I’m starting to hurt!  Running “tight” serves no purpose and actually hurts more!

We meandered the bike path and then…..there we were!   At “The Taj” (Jefferson County Court House).  Yippeeeee!!!  I was so excited.  Just a few more miles and we would be in downtown Golden!!  Only thing between us and Golden was a few long rollers on the bike path….WE COULD DO IT!  I looked at my Garmin and my mileage read 26.6 miles.  I had already hit my planned mileage…but with Golden just a few more miles away…I had to do it!

Why did I have to do it???  For the Buffalo Burgers of course.  We were planning on meeting Andrea and Steve at Table Mountain Inn which serves the best Buffalo Burgers and Sweet Potato Fries you could ever eat…seriously!  So, we ran the rest of the way into Golden walking down Washington St for the cool down, and then through the blue doors to our much anticipated reward for a day well spent.

We chowed down on our burgers and then made our way home….all in all it was a fabulous day- spent with wonderful, supportive friends.   And yes- running 28 miles for a buffalo burger is definitely worth it!!!!!

The Buffalo Burger!!!

Yesterday I escaped the 4 feet of snow and headed out of Mt Shasta to Redding with my friend Craig for a 4 hour run.

We drove over the pass to I-5 and drove south from snow to rain for a lovely day of running along the Sacramento River.

By the time we got to the trailhead it was close to 11:00 with a heavy drizzle (not quite a rain). I put on my Newton Motion All Weather Shoes, we bundled up and headed out for two out and back trips.

The day was a bit gloomy and wet but being out in nature was a welcomed relief from a week of being indoors.

This trail is spectacular as you run along the Sacramento River the whole time. With all the rainfall in the past week there where waterfalls cascading into the river and swollen creeks dumping gallons of water to merge with the current. Ducks and other waterfowl dotted the water and river banks adding to the serenity of the run.

Sacramento River Rail Trail- minus the rain

The joy of running in this type of weather is not many people will brave the conditions to be outside. During the course of 4 hours I met a family fishing; two people walking their dogs; one person on a mt bike…but no other runners!

I found so much peace and serenity with this run. I was able to think about my Dad; pray to God; listen; and just feel. One thing my Dad instilled in me was a deep appreciation and love for the outdoors. The outdoors is my church and where I practice my spirituality. Outdoors is where I commune with God and where I am in awe of the beauty that is all around me.

So yesterday was a perfect day for me. As I spent 4 hours running I also spent time singing, just out of the shear joy of being alive and in such a beautiful setting on such a perfect day.

One thing I realized on my run, is that my Dad is no longer in a house in McCloud- but that now he can be with me where ever I am. I don’t have to call him up to talk to him- I can talk to him anytime, anywhere! He is no longer confined to a body… And something else I realized is if I’m real quiet…I can hear Dad answer!

And with all that- I think I’ll just keep Running and Singing in the Rain.

Oh my oh my….talk about a winter storm! 

Here I am in northern California in the midsts of a 4 day snow storm.  And did I mention I’m out in the boonies?  Like, in a small town of about 500 people? 

I use to live in this area years ago and since moving to Denver and our “champange powder”- I have forgotten all about  “Sierra Cement”.  Forget about trying to shovel…. I swear- half a shovel weighs about 10 lbs! 

Famous Sierra Cement- off the back porch

When El Nino storms “march” off the coast with “copious” amounts of moisture, you have the perfect recipe for downed tree and powerlines and closed roads!  And that’s where I find myself today…..stuck in the house with no where to go. 

We’ve been without power for 48 hours now- the roads are closed- as are all the businesses.  Thank goodness for the large generator that has been purring for two days, a wood burning stove, and Verizon Wireless Access.  I have all the luxuries I need 

One problem…is the propane for the generator is getting low, and Suburban Propane can’t fill their trucks because the eletricity is out and therefore can’t deliver more propane. 

So, we’re going to shut off the generator for today.  Oh yeah…did I mention we’re on well water and when the generator gets turned off so does the water??  Pots and pans and bottles are filled…

The forecast is for more snow.  The power isn’t suppose to be back on for about a week.  Hopefully we can get propane before then…but in the meantime……

Who said California was all sun and warm weather anyway?????

Francesco Augustino DeRoss

My Father Frank is rich in tradition. He always came home on time, never drank, never smoked, a solid family man, a steady guiding hand

My Father Frank is rich in things that you can not buy and if you could buy them it would not be wise to do so

My Father Frank laughed a lot, because that brilliant smile would have been an awesome thing to waste

My Father Frank engaged his faith with his outstanding intellect and that is where truth lives

My Father Frank can listen to the words you say even when you don’t say them

My Father Frank held still in those moments that most rush to ignore. He knows that true beauty lives there, in between the notes

My Father Frank is brave and stood to fight and never broke and never winced

My Father Frank took in the earth and sought it out and honored it’s worth

My Father Frank recognized talent and ignited confidence in other’s abilities without the need for personal glory

My Father Frank knew passions that ran deep and hot under ice cold waters

My Father Frank was loyalty, was melody, was kind

My Father Frank was industrious with wrench n’ hammer, muscle and mind

My Father Frank danced with common sense, and upon God’s grace he dined

Mt Father Frank.  My Father Frank.  My Father Frank.

La Famiglia DeRoss

When I wrote my last post, in the back of my mind I was thinking about my father and the uncertainty of his health. I wrote that I was excited about this next season of racing and all that goes with it. I knew though from my experience this past year that life can change in a moment.
I write this post as I am sitting at DIA waiting to fly to California to be with my Dad in his last few days.
I’ve packed my swim and run stuff and have brought a pair of bike shoes…. What will be appropriate I don’t know at this time…I do know that it is important to continue self care and the way I do that is by exercising and trying to eat well.

Blogs sometimes are fun and light and full of laughter. But as a dedicated triathlete I must also face other challenges in my life that have an impact on my training. Life can throw us a curve ball sometimes. I don’t know what the answers are or the best way to do things. I do know that I can show up and be present for those who need me…and try to do the best in continuing to care for myself.