Hot Enough to Hurl

Yesterday was not a good day for a couple of the elite runners at the Twilight 4 Miler in Ashburn. I saw one elite guy walking and another curled up on the side of the road at the halfway point, puking into the median . Such are the risks of running fast when it’s hot.

It was hotter than Hell when the race started at 7pm. The promised storms did not arrive to clear the air, the sun was blazing, and the air was stifling. Still, these are normal conditions for this race. We sign up knowing it will most likely be disgustingly hot and sticky, and factor that in when we predict our race time. Who didn’t say, “This won’t be a PR.” ? (Although I think I may have PR’d because I’ve only run a 4 miler once before…)

One of the hardest things about evening races is figuring out what to eat during the day. When I lived in England most races, especially cross-country, were around 2 in the afternoon, and I remember stressing all day about what – and how much – I was eating. These days I focus on staying hydrated. My latest thing is coconut water which has a ton of potassium. I also drank a couple of cokes because they stave off the headaches I can get when it’s hot and humid. I think I did pretty well although my stomach did feel a bit heavy so I may have overdone it with the hot dog and chips, but I ate those for a little sodium boost. Really, I don’t like that kind of food at all. It’s a sacrifice I make for running. ;)

This was my first time racing on the Potomac River Running Team so I was really nervous. I chewed all the nails off my right hand on the way to the race. (I was driving with my left hand or those nails would have been next…) I felt way out of my league in the PR singlet, especially when I saw Aaron Church, who’s also on the team (and who won the race). But then I saw Chris D in a PR singlet and – no offense, Chris – felt much better because I know I can keep up with him. :)

My only real strategies going into this race were:

1. Don’t go out too fast and die.
2. Don’t puke.
3. Run sub-7:00 pace.

As Meatloaf once said, 2 out of 3 ain’t bad. What I didn’t manage was to run under a 7:00 pace, but I did run the first 3 miles around 6:50 before the final, gut-wrenching, puke-inducing uphill mile slowed me to a 7:03 overall.

I never really felt comfortable during the race. I couldn’t get into that groove I usually find after the first mile, and the race was over before I knew it. So far this year I’ve run two half marathons, one full marathon, and one 50K, so I guess it’s no surprise that I’m not really comfortable in a sprint at this point. Still, I managed to place 14th female and 3rd in my age group, so not too shabby for my first time on the prestigious PR team, which also won the team competition (of course)!

I questioned my sanity at 5:30 this morning when I got up to drive to Columbia, MD to bike the IronGirl course with a couple of TPR team mates. This course is a hilly little bugger, so it’s good to practice it a couple of times. But the day after a race? I figured I could always take it easy…ha ha ha.

I only made it a few hundred meters when I had to return to my car. I realized, when I felt a nice cool breeze flow through my hair, that I’d forgotten my helmet. There were a lot of bikers around so I’m really surprised no-one yelled at me! Helmet in place, I returned to the course and biked 26 miles, repeating the super-hilly part of the 17.5 mile course because I am glutton for punishment. Added bonus: the roads were littered with roadkill so I tried to not breathe in most of the time, the smell was so disgusting.

Surprisingly, when I got back to the car, my legs felt fresh so I thought I’d turn the ride into a brick and run part of the course. I ended up running 2.5 of the 3.3 mile route, avoiding the killer hill since I am not completely masochistic.

On the drive home I gave everyone a treat when I jumped out of the car wearing just a sports bra and boyshorts to retrieve my cell phone from the trunk. Nothing like waking a few people up on a Sunday morning!

Swamp Monster

I ran with Reston Runners for many years. Many of our runs started from Lake Audubon, a beautiful lake (and I think the biggest) in leafy Reston. People used to talk about swimming in this lake at Reston Triathlon and how it was kinda gross. I wasn’t a swimmer back then, but I swore I would never swim in that lake. This morning I swam in Lake Audubon. Funny how things change.

The calm before the storm...me and Annette

I’m signed up for Reston Triathlon in September, so when my training buddy Annette mentioned there was a swim in the lake – the Jim McDonnell lake swim – I jumped at the chance to test the waters, so to speak. The 1 mile lake swim is actually a practice swim; the following day there are 1 mile and 2 mile races. I only felt the need for a 1 mile practice; plus, my husband is racing a triathlon tomorrow so doing the Sunday event wasn’t an option.

The event started with a “clinic” which I found a little disappointing because I think of a clinic as a hands-on event where you get to practice, and so had assumed we’d be in the water. This “clinic” was really a “talk” from swimmers. Helpful though I’m sure it was, I soon fell asleep. It was hot and I was wearing a wetsuit. Since the water was 80 degrees I didn’t plan to wear the wetsuit for the 1 mile swim, but thought I’d wear it for the clinic. That was before I realized I’d be wearing it sitting in the grass. So I never wore it for the swim, but got some practice removing it, which is always a bonus.

Starts for the 1 mile swim were in waves. I was in wave #3. Chalk markings on the ground indicated where each wave should stand. For some reason the organizers decided to test our number-to-alphabet knowledge by using letters for the chalk markings. Easy enough to work out that 3 = C, but it gets a bit harder further down the alphabet, and there were a lot of waves!

We had to wear the swim cap provided. This is not usually a problem for me. Then again, I’m not usually given a child’s cap. This thing was dinky. I swear I don’t have a big head, but when I tried to put it on the first time, it “pinged” off. Got it on the second time but it was skin tight and I still didn’t have most of my hair in it. Once I got all my hair tucked in I had to put my bib number in it too. I thought it was a joke when the guy at check-in told me to put my number in my cap, but apparently that’s what you do. So with all my hair and a folded piece of paper in my cap, I felt like my brain was being squeezed.

Each wave started pretty rapidly after the other, which was good because the waves were very small – maybe 15 – 20 people in each one. I only got whacked in the head and bumped once at the start, so it really wasn’t much of a race simulation, but I guess there were a lot of novice open-water swimmers and the organizers didn’t want people getting too freaked out. We set off around the lake and instantly my miniature cap started sliding up my forehead. When it felt as if it was going to fall off I rolled onto my back and pulled it down. But it instantly started sliding back up. I pulled it down again. The next time it slid up I swam with my right arm while I used the left to yank it down, trying not to lose too much time. Good thing we do one-arm drills in swim practice…

I didn’t have any problems sighting, and 1 mile went by very quickly. Soon we were swimming around the drain (which I thankfully did not get sucked into, despite my fears) and heading to the dock. I swam around a boat, went to put my foot down, and smacked my knee on a rock along the shoreline. I said a bad word and limped out of the water, pulling off my cap which was mostly off my head, and thrusting the bib at a volunteer. My knee was bruising already and I was very annoyed with the whole cap issue. My friend and super-runner/triathlete Aaron Church had to take the brunt of my annoyance as he asked “how did you do?” as soon as I came up the ramp. Sorry, Aaron!

I have no idea how long the swim took because I forgot to start my watch. The good thing is that I didn’t feel tired at all (clearly not working hard enough!) so I know I can swim harder in an actual race.

And now I know why people complained about swimming in Lake Audubon. My swimsuit smells like the swamp monster wore it.