{Kids Tri} Fronhofer

My other favorite thing in the last few weeks besides Lake Placid Ironman was watching the kiddos do their triathlon.  Each year the Fronhofer Tool Triathlon hosts a mini triathlon for kids.  They run a race for kids age 5-10 and for kids ages 11-15.  It’s held at a beautiful park and the kids always have a great time.  This year was no different.  Here are a bunch of pictures from the event.


Setting up transition!


Good thing everyone is looking at the camera and smiling.. #familyphotofail


Kids Queuing


Out of the swim


Both kiddos getting ready to bike


And we are #Finishers

Both kids did great.  Neither one of them placed but as I explained many times, that’s not at all why we race.  Little Boy Blue actually took a little tumble on his bike.  It took him quite a bit to get back to us so I knew something was up.  I was so proud of him for getting back on his bike and continuing on.

On our way home from the race, he was sleepy and this conversation took place:

Me: I love you bug and I’m so proud of your race tonight.
C: thanks for saying that mama.
Me: saying what?
C: well for saying that I did good. I crashed, that’s not real good.
Me: oh buddy… We all crash sometimes, it’s the attitude we have when it happens that matters. You picked yourself up and kept going when you didn’t have to. Lots of people would have quit. That’s the really good thing you did.
C: oh, well, I love you too mama.

It’s not who wins the race, but rather the attitude we teach our kids to go out in the world with. I am so very proud of both of these kids and their no quit attitude that they show us every day! 

Kids events are the best!

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{IMLP} The Run

Here we go with the last leg of Ironman Lake Placid.  So! After completing my 112 mile bike ride over some “hills,” I rode my bike into transition and graciously offered her up to a lovely volunteer who re-racked her for me while I headed to T2… also known as bike to run.  I found my gear bag pretty quickly and headed into the tent to change.  I was pleasantly surprised to have the same volunteer (Rebecca) that I had in T1 to help me out on this leg as well.  I did a complete change of clothing.  For one I didn’t intend to head out on the run in my pink bike shorts, but also I was wet from the storms and sweat.  So, after a complete change, I laced up my sneakers, thew on a visor, grabbed my fuel belt and my fuel and headed out to complete the final 26.2 miles of my Ironman journey. Phew…

I headed out of the tent walking so that I could grab a drink of water and some of the (disgusting) sunscreen from the volunteers.  As soon as I was done with filling those needs I started my run.  My plan for this was to do a 5:1 run walk.  What that means is that I would run for five minutes and walk for one.  I knew going in that I would probably not be sticking to this exclusively, but if I could try to hold myself accountable to the watch, I would get it done faster than if I just ran when I wanted to and walked the rest.


Just a little run to the oval.

My plan started out pretty solid.  I was feeling ok and while running for 5 minutes at a time was seeming to last an eternity, I was at least running in a forward direction.  Let me say that while the run of an Ironman is never “fun” per say, it was a bit fun for me as I was starting to be able to see and interact with all of my friends who were out on the course racing along side me.  I cannot begin to tell you how many “hey! you’re looking great’s” I heard from the other direction or the number of times I stopped mid run to get a big old hug from someone who was accompanied by “we’re doing this!”  In full disclosure, some of those hugs may have been preceded by me saying something along the lines of please don’t squeeze me too tight I’m not feeling great, but I gave out hugs just the same.  Through the first 11 miles I was pretty on target with my goals for myself.  I was feeling ok, keeping the run walk mostly to the schedule and holding a pace that I could live with.

At around mile 12 I started to feel that the wheels were coming off the bus a little bit.  I was in need of a bathroom and of course at the one time you need one they’re impossible to find.  I had to slow to a walk until I found one.  I got to the turn around point on Mirror Lake Drive and was really bummed to learn that there was not one there and that I would need to head back almost another mile before there would be one.  At this point I passed my training partner, old coach and good friend, Jessica heading to the same turn around point.  She indicated that she was going to catch up to me and then walk a bit with me.  She did and we found a bathroom at an aid station together.  We continued to walk a bit in hopes that my stomach would settle.  We chatted about how crazy the events of the day had been thus far.  It turned out that I had fared better than her in that she had some issues with her watch, experienced some close calls on the bike with crashes and thus far the race was pushing her to her mental limits.  After heading back out-of-town I had started to feel better and was ready to start running in intervals again so we did.


At this point we were both feeling a little beat up.  Jess started to struggle with how she was feeling.  And while I was feeling some better I told her that I would stay with her until she bounced back.  As the miles stretched we continued some semblance of a run walk.  We eventually caught up with Ben who was walking the entire 26.2 marathon stretch due to injuries he had sustained earlier in the season.  Kudos by the way for walking that far.  It stinks for sure.  We stayed with him for about a half mile and then went back to our run walk.  Unfortunately it wasn’t long after that the wheels really came off the bus for Jess.  It’s tough to say what the cause was but any number of things can impact your day during Ironman.  She felt woozy, dizzy and just wasn’t sure she could continue so she told me to go on ahead.  In that moment, I decided that whatever it took my only important job for the remainder of Ironman was to get us both to the finish line.  I told her that I was staying and that there was no need to keep shooing me ahead.  So we walked and we ran when we could.  There wasn’t a lot to say for those last six miles but we kept on heading towards the finish line together.

I have to say that it got a bit dark out there but it was never all that lonely.  We continued to pass folks that we know and gather up hugs where we could.  I may have done some singing and I know I did some thanking of the volunteers.  I figured if we were going to be out there I might as well have what fun I could even if it was in my own head! So I smiled, I encouraged people as I could and we kept at it.  Eventually we made our way back in to town for the final couple of miles.  At this point we made the running a bit more frequent as Mike Reilly was calling at the finish line and I was anxious to get into that oval.

Geez, when you hit that turn around on Mirror Lake Drive and head back home to the oval, there’s really no words for what that feels like.  I was telling people as we passed that I was going to be and Ironman.  I was completely overwhelmed with emotion.  We made the turn into the oval and I remember thinking to myself that this is exactly what I had been waiting for and that I had been working for a long time to get to this very place.  As we ran around the oval, I was amazed with how you really couldn’t see or hear anything.  The place was a blur of lights and people at 10:00 PM.  I was just so ecstatic that I had made it.  And I will be honest… hearing Mike Reilly call me home made it all worth it.  Because indeed Sarah Fisk, You are an Ironman.


Right after the finish I can admit that there were some tears.  It had been a wild and crazy day in Lake Placid and we were thrown so many curve balls that we were not expecting.  But at the end of the day, no matter what we were thrown we kept on going and finally after a couple of year of hard work, I can say with pride that I am an Ironman.  Outside of raising a pretty amazing kid, this accomplishment may be one of the proudest moments of my life. I worked hard for something and I committed myself to getting it done.

I struggled a bit right after the race with some GI issues and actually left before the final finishers came in.  While I was saddened to have to do so, it was what I needed at the moment.  And I just really needed a shower and to be able to sit still.  I owe a huge thank you to my dad and my step mom for not only helping to facilitate my kiddo being able to be out there spectating alongside them for part of the day and also getting him to the finish line for me, but also for helping to get me back to my condo in one piece before the nights end.  You guys are amazing and your support was more than I could have asked for.  And I also owe a HUGE amount of thanks to my boyfriend, best friend and training partner Ben. Without your encouragement, I’m not sure that I would get to the starting line of any triathlon let alone that of Ironman.  You believe in me when I need it and you push me to keep on keeping on even when I don’t want to.  You also listen to my incessant bitching, whining and crying about how I don’t want to do the swim at each and every race that we do.  I swear that at one race some day, I won’t put you through this.  But in the mean time all I can offer is my apologies for it.  (Maybe you should bring some duck tape or ear plugs to race morning!)

I’m done with the actual race report, but I feel like there’s more to say in concluding this epic race and this journey.   So I will wrap up with my IMLP final thoughts in another post.  But for the conclusion of this one my final race time (which is altered to not include the second loop of the swim or T1) was 14:29:45.  I’m pretty proud of that considering the day we were given and that my only real goal heading in was to finish in under 17 hours.  And while in the moment, I said I would never do another one…. I can now safely tell you that I will indeed be back.


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{IMLP} The Bike

I’m back to continue the telling of my journey through Ironman Lake Placid.  We left off having been pulled out of the swim due to lightning.  I was talking to some friends this weekend and as it turns out the National Weather Service was posting warnings across the tv and radio indicating that anyone at the Lake Placid Ironman should seek shelter.  Wowzer.  I had no idea.


Gear bags a plenty!

Any how, I made my way down Mirror Lake drive and headed into transition.  I grabbed my bike bag off the rack amidst everyone else doing the same thing.  Thankfully I had packed everything inside of an additional garbage bag to try to keep it dry from the rain.  Once I had grabbed everything I ran into the transition tent.  It was a mob scene.  Because they pulled everyone from the swim the tents were over crowded with drenched people trying to change their clothes prior to heading out on the bike.  I made a decision to run to the far end of the tent near the exit in hopes that there would be more space.  I was right.  Everyone was stopping at the entrance to the  tent and the exit was fairly empty.  It just so happens that a good friend of mine happened to be manning that area and she was my special helper as I made my transition from swim to bike.


My signature pink shorts!

Due to the fact that it was pouring out and I was heading out on my bike, I made some changes to my plan for what I was going to wear on the bike leg of the race.  In the days leading up to the race I had taken a lot of flack for how my race kits never match.  I’m almost always wearing pink bike shorts and some top that in truth… doesn’t match.  Those pink shorts are so comfortable but I listened to my friends who suggested I switch to black and the ability to have matching race pictures and I made a last-minute purchase to accommodate this switch.  However, on race day in the changing tent, I decided to go with my stand by pink shorts.  For one, they’re comfortable and for two they’re visible.  Everyone knows it is me when they see those pink shorts.  The second change I made was not to change the top that I had swum in.  Originally I was going to change to a different tri top for the bike that would be dry prior to starting a 112 mile bike, but again, it was pouring so why bother.  I got dressed to the best of my ability in 6 inches of standing water, loaded fuel and an extra tube into my back pockets on my kit and headed out into the storm.

A volunteer bike handler brought me my bike from amongst the many racks.  As I was nearing the transition exit, I heard a familiar voice say “Hey Fisker! Great job!”  It was my IMLP housemate and friend Eric.  Yeah, a familiar face on this rainy morning.  We chatted a bit about the swim and the weather and waited our turn to exit transition safely.  The bike out is on a step hill with a sharp turn at Placid, so it really pays to take your time and wait to exit.  Nothing is going to be gained by crashing in the first hundred feet.  We made our way down that hill and slowly started heading out-of-town.  I can tell you that I have never ridden my bike with that many people in my life.  We came out on to the course in droves so between the rain and the crowding, the first climb out-of-town was slow going.  It was ok though.  There was a lot of banter about not having needed sunscreen and the like.  After the first climb out-of-town there is a major descent coming through the Cascade Lake area all the way down into Keene.  This descent is interesting to ride in good weather let alone in pouring rain with hundreds of other riders.  Many people were taking it very easy and riding their brakes the whole way down the mountain.  With my race wheels I never feel comfortable doing this as I feel like I’m just burning through the brakes, etc.  So, I rode cautiously but passed a lot of people on that first loop down the hill.

After we got to the bottom and made the left out on the flats towards Jay at some point the rain finally stopped.  I was flying on this section.  In hind sight, maybe too much.  I know better than expend all of my energy on the first loop, but I was comfortable and cruising.  I kept up a decent pace all the way to the turn around in Jay.  Once I actually turn and headed back to make the turn up the big hill to Wilmington, something happened.  All of the sudden my back wheel locked up and I was fishtailing down the road as it went from going 18 mph to not moving.  Somehow I was able to quickly unclip from my pedals and get off my bike without a crash landing.  I thought I might have a flat but upon looking I discovered that my rear water bottle cage had snapped off and wedged itself on my back wheel.  I worked to yank it off and then I had to get my tire repair kit off from the water bottle cage and reattach it to my bike.  I emptied as much of my bottles into my aero bottle and the one bottle cage I still had as  I could and left the broken cage and two bottles on the side of the road.  There was no other option as it was busted and not able to be reattached.  This whole ordeal was annoying but didn’t cost me too much time.  I got back on my bike and got ready to start the climbs up to Wilmington and back into Placid.  Fortunately, nothing overly exciting happened during this stretch.

At about 3.5 hours I made it back into town and to the bike special needs area.  I refilled my fuel, applied some sunscreen as the sun had finally made its debut for the day, read an inspiring note from Laurie and headed back out for loop number two and the final 56 miles separating me from the run.  The section through town before hitting the second lap is amazing.  The streets are lined with people cheering and you feel like a celebrity.  I mentioned to those around me that it would be fantastic if it were like that for the entire loop rather than just a mile or so.  Oh well.  The second loop of the bike was relatively uneventful through the decent into Keene and the flats out to Jay.  The second climb up through Wilmington was rough, but I knew it would be.  I passed my parents staying at their campground for the second time and I knew that I was well ahead of the bike cut off and in fantastic shape to hit my goals.  As we were climbing the last 6 miles of the course (my least favorite section) the skies opened up again.  We were again in a headwind with lightning, thunder and pouring rain.  Yippie I thought, but it was nothing that I couldn’t handle at this point.  I kept moving and eventually was making my last few climbs up into town.  I was so ecstatic to have completed the 112 mile bike and especially with some of the fantastic weather conditions that we encountered.  My second loop was definitely longer than the first, but that was my mistake as I think I should have backed off a bit on the first loop to save a little more for the second.  Live and learn… well, I knew better but I think race day got a hold of me.


My official bike time was 7:31:19 which I will take considering how slowly we got out-of-town on the first loop and then everything else that transpired with my bike, the additional storm, etc.  I was just happy to be done with 2/3 of the race as I pulled into transition.  There were highs and there were lows, but the biggest high was that it was done!

I’ll be back with the last bit of my race report as I give you a look at the IMLP Run.

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{IMLP} The Swim

Ok, so let’s pick up right where we left off shall we?  Race day started with a 3:15 AM alarm.  There were three of us in the house who were racing.  We had determined that time as the appropriate time in order for us to get up, eat food and get to transition by 4:30 AM.  Fortunately, I was smart enough to program the coffee pot the night before so I didn’t have to fumble around with that in the morning.  I woke up, headed downstairs for some oatmeal and a bit of pre-race banter.


3:30 AM Party… Not!

Once we had eaten, coffeed up and woken up all the way, we headed in to town to get ready for the day.  First stop was to drop off our bags at bike and run special needs.  For any not familiar with an Ironman distance event, there is a half way stop on both the bike and the run where you can drop a bag of supplies that you can then access at the half way point if you need them.  It’s not mandatory, but recommended that you throw some things in there that you might need.  For example… my bike special needs contained some chamois butter, sunscreen, additional skratch labs hydration and my energy ball fuel.  I had also packed a can of coke (wicked good on a long ride), a peppermint patty and some pop tarts.  I had no clue what I would or would not use but I figured it was better to be over prepared.  In my run special needs I packed an extra pair of dry socks, a long sleeve shirt, a head lamp, an additional visor and extra fuel for second half of the marathon.  Along the way to drop off these things, we ran in to some of our supporters/volunteers who would be out along the course.


Long dark walks to bag drop off…

I think my face had officially gone green by this point.  It’s not that I wasn’t ready to do an Ironman.  I was.  I was just really nervous about swimming in Mirror Lake with 2800 other athletes.  I know many people who have had a panic attack at the beginning because of the arm, leg, etc chaos.  So from the time we dropped off our bags until the race began, I was nervous and very emotional about getting in the water.

After dropping off our bags we headed over to body marking and then into transition to drop fuel in our bike and run bags and make any last-minute changes to our set up, pump our bike tires, etc.  Once that was done we headed back toward to the beach area to drop off our big bags with family so that we didn’t have to find a place to stow them for the day.  Fortunately, while doing this we ran into some friends.


Sun is up and friends are here!

After all of the prep, it was finally time to head down to the water.  I was with Ben & my friend Brian at this point.  We all opted to jump in the water quick to calm the nerves, test the goggles and get ready.  We only had a minute or two to do that before Mike Reilly called us to get into the wave start lines as the pros were getting ready to start their day.  I lined up near the 1:30 swim time wave.  This seemed doable to me and I crossed my fingers that it would be safe and I wouldn’t get mauled as all of the swimmers tried to make their way to the notorious white cable that marks the course underwater in Mirror Lake.  I took many a deep breaths while they sang the National Anthem and the pros and then eventually the age groupers started making their way into the water.  I’m not sure but I would guess that it took about 20 minutes for us to get in the water.  And please keep in mind that the weather was still ominous.

I entered the water and tried to stay wide of the cable because I didn’t want to have an immediate freak out about being hit and swum over by the other athletes.  Unfortunately within about 200 yards I could tell that I had been pulled over towards the line.  Not only did it come into view, but I was all of a sudden in quite a bit of swimmer traffic.  Of course, as predicted I started to freak out.  I couldn’t breathe so I popped my head up out of the water and decided to breast stroke a bit to catch my breathe.  The huge mistake with this was that when I popped my head up, I was able to get a glimpse of what was going on around me…. Holy snikes.


Credit Steffo photography

Imagine popping your head up in the middle of that fray in an attempt to calm yourself.  Yep, didn’t work for me.  I took a few minutes to calm myself as much as possible and then had a little pep talk with myself.  I figured if I didn’t put my head back in the water there was no way that I was going to finish a 2.4 mile swim.  So eventually I calmed down and went back to it.  “Just keep swimming.”

At some point I could tell that the bit of sunshine we had at the start had gone and that it was now raining.  Before the close of my first loop it was raining pretty hard as I could feel it hitting my face when I’d turn to breathe and I could hear it in the water.  Great.  Well, I guess that chance of rain came true.  I made the turn and headed toward the arch to complete my first loop of the swim.  It was definitely raining but it didn’t seem horrible out.  I hurried under the arch and headed back out into the water to complete my second loop.  This is when things get interesting…

As I was swimming down the first length of my second loop I could tell that the rain had picked up.  Not only that, at one point I felt a strong vibration with my entire body.  At first I didn’t know what it was and then I realized that it had been a big old clap of thunder.  Uh oh.  Well, again, just keep swimming or so I thought.  As I rounded the turn buoy at the end of the loop, I noticed that the kayakers had all moved in closer.  I lifted my head to hear what was going on and they were telling swimmers to cut the loop short and head back in to the finish asap.  Ok, I cut off the bottom corner of the rectangle and started to head to the other side.  Within a few strokes I could sense that there was additional panic happening so I once again lifted my head to find out what was going on.  I heard lots of people screaming…. “Swim to shore, swim to shore.  Forget the finish.”  This was about when I had seen the lightning.  All of the sudden Ironman was on hold and we were all swimming frantically to the shore of Mirror Lake.

There were athletes scattered everywhere as we picked random docks to climb up on out of the water.  My understanding is that some athletes were put into the police boats in an attempt to clear the water.  It was a very odd scene.  There were hundreds of athletes lining the shore as we stood there and wondered what to do.  After few minutes we were told to head to our bikes.  We did not start the run down Mirror Lake drive to the olympic oval before pausing a moment to give all of the water safety volunteers and personnel a big round of applause for getting us out of the water safely.  After that I began to run down Mirror Lake Drive, in my wetsuit, in the rain making my way to transition.  There were volunteers in the road offering to do the job of wetsuit stripping.  I was going to sit so they could take mine off, but I was able to quickly peel it off myself instead.  As I ran up into transition it hit me that this was going to be a mob scene.  Because everyone had been pulled from the water together, they were all going to be in the transition tents at the same time.  I had flashbacks to Ironman Lake Tahoe.

At the end of the day I managed to swim 2 miles before being pulled out of the water because of the lightning.  At first I didn’t know what to make of this.  Some people report feeling a bit jipped because they didn’t complete the full Ironman distance.  I have come to the conclusion that despite not having swum 2.4 miles, I’m still an Ironman.  I mean for crying out loud there was a huge lightning storm all around us. I have spoken to several of my friends who were there on land and they have told me how scary it was and that they were so happy that we were pulled out.  Honestly, I’m happy too.  The water safety crew did their job and kept all of the athletes as safe as they possibly could.  And we are Ironmen because we chose to press on despite the adverse weather conditions.  You never know what the day is going to hand you, all you can do is keep moving forward and make the best of the situation.

Stay tuned for the bike report!

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{IMLP} The Lead In!

Now that Ironman is over, I’m ready to recap it so that I can write about the amazing experiences I had and share the story with all of you.  I am not sure how to put everything that happened into words, but I am surely going to give it a try.  So, I am going to break the report up into different parts so it’s not such a long read.

Let’s start from the beginning and first cover the days leading up to the race.

Little Boy Blue and I were lucky to be heading up to Lake Placid on Wednesday to get some relaxing in before the race.  My Dad, Step Mom & Brother were camping at The North Pole in Wilmington, so we planned to head up and spend Wednesday afternoon with them having lunch and relaxing.  We ate some clams (thanks Dad!), told stories and I began the process of trying to clue them in to what they were in for on Sunday in spectating an Ironman.  While we sat at the campsite it rained on and off… We briefly discussed that the weather forecast for Sunday wasn’t good.  I decided to maintain a positive attitude that the weather would pass and just not talk about it.  Don’t worry, we’ll talk more weather later… Wednesday night the rest of the folks that I was staying with in Placid arrived, so we headed in to unpack the car and meet everyone out for dinner.  It was a great dinner with lots of love, laughter and smiles.  We headed home, put kiddos to bed and eventually tucked ourselves in as well knowing that we needed to do a number of things on Thursday to get race ready.


My hometown support crew!

Thursday morning started with a short one hour bike ride to spin out the legs and make and final adjustments on our bikes.  Within a few hundred yards it was clear that my brakes would need some adjusting, especially with the potential for rainy weather and the need to break on the downhill.  I rode with my good friend Lonnie and it was a beautiful morning.  We took it easy and just enjoyed the morning and all of the energy out on the race course.


Smiling the day away!


We found this beauty at the run turn around when we were riding!

After finishing the ride, we all showered up and got ourselves together to head into town to check out the expo and go about checking ourselves in for the race.  Also known as packet pick up, etc.  We went through the process off getting our bib numbers, signing all of the medical waivers and reassigning an emergency contact.  We were then weighed and given all of our stickers, bibs, gear bags, etc.


Oh the paperwork!

After that we did wander around the expo a bit before heading back to the townhouse to once again relax.  The beauty of having rented a house was that we were able to cook real food and were not forced to go out to eat for every meal.  So, we gathered together as a group, ate some ziti that Lonnie had made in advance for us all and spent another night relaxing off our feet.

Friday morning we headed down to Mirror Lake to get our last practice swim in.  Again, just keeping the body moving prior to race day.  When we woke up it was a balmy 41 degrees in Lake Placid.  Fortunately the water temperature was much warmer than that.  Brrr! I hopped in the water with several of my training partners and supporters to swim a little 1.2 mile lap around mirror lake.  I was reminded how long the swim seems as we essentially swim the entire length of the lake and back again in a lap.  I also thought a bit too much about how calm the lake was that morning and how calm it would not be with 2800 athletes on Sunday morning.  Ack…  Swimming and panicking and lots of arms, legs, etc in my face is certainly not my favorite.  So, I tried my best to get out of my own head and just swim.


Just Keep Swimming

Overall it was uneventful and the chilly morning made the coffee afterwards all the better! We ate some food, hung out at the Capital District Triathlon Club tent and chatted about what race day might have in store for us.  At this point, my nerves were relatively calm and I will still managing to deny that I would be going 140.6 on Sunday.  We continued on with the day ate an early dinner of grilled pizzas with all of our friends and family and headed to bed early.  Friday night was an important night for sleep as it’s probably the last good night of sleep most of us would get.  I slept like a baby from 9 PM until about 6:30 AM.  That’s money in the bank for me because I knew that I would get little to no sleep on Saturday night.  Before heading to bed on Friday we also found a local bike mechanic that was able to adjust my bike brakes a bit to eliminate the squealing.  Score!

As soon as I got up on Saturday morning I headed to the coffee pot and got ready to pack my gear bags.  There’s a lot of organizing and reorganizing that have to happen to get gear for an Ironman ready.  On top of that, the weather forecast was still calling for a 75% chance of rain so I had to take that into consideration.  I laid out all of my bags on the large dinning room table and went to work.


After organizing and reorganizing each of my bags (swim to bike, bike to run) I put everything inside of a garbage bag, tied it shut and then put it inside of the gear bag.  If those bags were going to be sitting out in the rain all day waiting for me to grab them, I wanted to try to make sure that the stuff inside would stay dry until I got there.


Once everything was ready and all marked up with the right numbers we headed down to check in both our gear bags and our bikes.  They all have to go in before 3:00 on Saturday and remain there for the night.


Raven racked for the night… ready for her first IM!


Gear Bags All Hung Up




And the kids made some race signs!

After getting everything in for the night, we headed home for yet another early dinner and to rest up for the big dance on Sunday… Oh if only  could have rested.  Saturday is when the nerves really started to kick in for me as there was no longer any more days between and Ironman Lake Placid.  Regardless, I kissed my kiddo and my parents and said goodnight.  I was in bed by 8:30 PM with my eyes closed in an attempt to be ready to face the day when the 3:30 AM alarm clock would go off on Sunday.

I went to bed feeling grateful for the journey I’d had thus far. I was overwhelmed by how much love and support I was already feeling in the days leading up to the race.  Now to try to calm myself enough to sleep…

The Swim

The Bike

The Run

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{Two Things Tuesday} It’s Done


1) I will have a full race report to come, but as I unpack from a week in Lake Placid, I can report that I did it. I finished Ironman Lake Placid. We experienced amazingly ridiculous weather but we persevered and stayed the course. I finished with a smile on my face and I was even found singing along the run course. So needless to say, I maintained my goal of keeping my head in a good place and I helped out a friend along the way. IMLP 2014 is in the books.


2) And the best part is that all of my friends finished too! There is nothing like doing and Ironman, but now imagine doing it with about 30 people that you know. It makes for a day filled with hugs, high fives and more all along the race course. Add to that all of the support from additional friends and family along he course. I had friends from the body marking station to transition tents to bike special needs and more. Hands down the best. If you can ever race that which is essentially a home town race, do it!

And with that, it’s back to unpacking! Happy Tuesday!

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{Window Wednesday} The Journey

Sometimes, you really have to get wrapped up something to find out who you really are.  This training cycle has provided me a chance to really push my boundaries, to push who I am and in the end to find myself.  I owe huge thank you’s to my coach, to all of my triathlete training buddies and most of all to my family.  I am so pumped for race day and I am ready to get out there and #doit.  Enjoy the journey!

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