Name dropping

Last night I was at a party, a fundraiser one, for a gal who is going to run the NYC Marathon, and is raising $ for cancer fund for her entry. Great party, ping pong ( I love the game and realized last night how truly relaxing it is to play, just hitting back and forth, I think it's the sound of the ball on the paddles and the table, I could play for hours)

The house overlooked Puget Sound. Awesome view. Some one said, well you have a view of GLake. Yes, but I could swim across my view, not this one.

Anyway, at the party were some friends I hadn't seen in ages. Their kid, William, just started school, and was going to be in a cross country meet today. 5 year olds. At Woodland Park. We couldn't miss this. What a scene. It was a CYO meet. Lots of schools participating, many colored t-shirts. Hundreds of kids milling about. Now try finding a kid we last saw as a 3 yr. old. hmm. Fortunately, the kindergartners raced first, a half mile. We spotted him on the start line, and cheered him on at the finish line. And then hung out with his mom at the school tent.

Well, guess whose kids also go to this school? That's right, even the richest man/philanthropist in the world has to spend the day spectating a kids' XCountry race. We'll just call him the "Other William".

Have we run recently? 11 miles on Friday, 3 on Sat., 5 today. Cuz I know you're keeping track.

Salad ishous

ahh, the veggies from Martha & Becky's organic farm become a fab looking salad, prepared by chef Gina.

now, to go scarf it up.

It, and the salmon with pasta, should provide sufficient energy for tomorrow's 10 mile run.

"Neener neener" says MJ

Marion's innocent (this time). The Thousand Oaks H.S. alumni club breathes a sigh of relief. Golden girl is still golden. right. Poor Floyd, if he had just used EPO and not testosterone, he might have had a clean "B" sample, too.

The ecstatic Marion Jones will now sue the pants off the USADA, draining them of any funding to do further testing. And athletes across America rejoice and re-juice in their training.

And while I rant about sports, is there anyone out there that can watch Sharapova without using the mute button? Very annoying. As is the custom for the women in tennis to dress as if going to a prom or cocktail soiree. Exceptions are Amelie, Martina, and Davenport. So, you know who we root for.

Labor Day Fun

All summer long I have been able to look at our back door (wood French doors) and say "my, that thing is peeling something awful, it should be re-finished before the winter" and then walk away cuz I was so exhausted from that day's long bike ride, or swim or run. But on Friday I was suckered in.... knowing it was going to be a few days of good weather, and no bike rides. So, I quickly ran off to the paint store to get the stuff. Then proceeded sanding and prepping that door. Got one coat on, and decided I'd better see how the stuff looked on the hot tub's wood skirt. So tested that. Put another coat on the door, decided to do the whole hot tub. Hours of fun. Of course that night all my muscles were sore. Chore sore. the worst. The next day was round two. And as I finished, looked at the door to our office........ OH NO !! how could I forget that one? I only go in and out of it a zillion times a day. So, the project was extended another day. But now it's done and I don't have to worry about it for another few years, til it gets really scabby looking again.

But on the running news front, Gina and I ran in the Super Jock n Jill (our running store) 4.25 mile race on Monday. Most people, all the fast ones, participated in the half marathon. We like the 4 miler. Last year we won and got free shoes. That's like $90 cash !! So we did it again. And again, placed 1st and 2nd in our age group. Hopefully the prize package is the same.

Speaking of prizes, I won gift certificates to Danskin for my 3rd place in that triathlon. If you are aware of their product line then you know where I'm buying Christmas gifts this year. Not my style of clothing. Not to look a gift horse in the mouth or anything.

Hey, sunset's gonna be beautiful.. gotta go.

4.25 miles 31:24

Scenic Canada

a few somewhat scenic shots of the Okanagan Valley.... trip reports are further down on the scroll.

did I mention the 58 mile ride today? wiped us out. guess we got out of riding shape quickly.

The Canadian Trail

So, before we went to California we left a car at the airport full of signs and cowbells and binoculars and lawn chairs..... all the makings for Paloozer type cheerleading. We were headed to Penticton Canada. To watch Coach Lesley compete in Ironman Canada. It was a surprise. She thought we were home running and swimming. ha !

We stayed in Osoyoos, which is just across the border, and at about the 40 mile mark where the bike course turns and heads up hill. Up the famous (if you're into Ironmen) Richter Pass. We figured to sit on the uphill so the bikers would be going slow and they could see us fanatics. There was a great spot, an overlook viewpoint. We got there early, set up camp, decided about what signage, and where... and had some coffee. Then the riders started. 1st Male with a lead car with timing clock, then a bit later 1st Female.... then more , then they started coming in droves. It was not easy to spot those little #'s on the helmets. We were looking for Lesley #2082, and John #221, and #2482 and #2182, and #1729. I got binocular eye. John came by first, he works at our local running shoe store, and has won his age group (young). He seemed really happy to see us. Then Lesley came by. She did notice the sign we posted lower down "Iron Coach" which is what I call her. She was REALLY GLAD TO SEE US. We were teary eyed even thinking about how cool it would be to see , well, not just us, but anyone who you knew knew your training, etc. anyway..... we did see the other #'s. One is aPT at my regular place of rehab and she seemed happy to see someone familiar. We didn't see 1729, husband of Janet, one of Gina's rower mates. He's done it 13 times, 59 yrs old. But I think I saw him as we drove back down. (on a sad note, he bonked on the run, medi-vanned back to finish line)

There was a gal near us cheering folks on, too. She had 2 lines, "Apparently there's beer at the top" (which would crack 'em up) and then "that's a nice schmile". and that one she repeated so I guess the lisp or whatever it is was for real. But she was really nishe.

Then we drove up to Penticton. Found a spot to park. The whole town is Ironman crazy. We got a lay of the land and picked a spot to watch for Les at end of bike / beginning of run. Saw John, then Les. Gave up on the others, it's too hard. Plus the beer garden was SCREAMING my name. Once she went by, we knew we had about 4 hours to blow. Did not spend that whole time in the beer garden, although I could have. IronDrinker that I am.

Watched the winners cross. Man was Canadian 1st, Aussie 2nd. Woman was the opposite. Seems the Canadian has beaten the Aussie gal 4 yrs. in a row. It's interesting being American, and used to the "NBC USA jingo-ism during the Olympics" Well, the Canadians are not immune from it, either.

Anyway, John came cruising by about 10 hours into it. He didn't look too happy. Looked ok, but I guess he wanted to do better. Lesley came by at just before 11 hours. Not sure she saw us, and she finished in 11:05:30. Pretty awesome ! It was her first attempt and wasn't sure how it would go. Hey, she ran the whole marathon in 3:56 ! Better than I can without first swimming 2.4 miles and biking 110 miles. Most people were walking. (staggering, wandering, strolling, ambling). We rushed to the finish line and saw her on a ambulance bed. What's up? a second ago she was running with ease. The race has 2 volunteers for each finisher to basically hold them up and walk them around til they find their people. Les's parents were there, and some others from her running business. and us.. She did spend a bit of time in the medical tent. That had her mom in a bit of stress. While she was in there the group was discussing who was going to sign up for next year. It's a race where you must be there in person, the day after to sign up for next year. We were hoping Lesley didn't think that was why we were there. Then she came out. We high fived a few times. Then G and I beat feet back to our hotel, 40 miles away.

We saw a t-shirt that said "Iron Fan - It's not as easy as it looks" and we agree. We were exhausted. To the point that we ate at McDonald's on the way home. omigod.

Hey, did I mention..... Lesley was 4th in her age group which qualified her to go to the World Championships in Kona.. THE IRONMAN RACE !!!

We saw the Ironman Nun, Sister Madonna Bulder, 76 years old, again. The announcer was worried that she might not make the bike cutoff time , but she did and she was headed out on the run, ok, walk, but she looked good walking. Walking with a purpose.

Anyway, we had a blast watching. No, we are not going to Kona to watch. She's on her own there. Aloha ! :) That was my first trip to the Okanagan Valley (Washington or Canadian) and it's beautiful. a bazillion orchards. the wine capital of Canada. I sneezed the entire time. I was an IronmanNoseblower. Would love to go back but not sure there's enough Kleenex.

California Tripping

Of course, the song, "Do You Know the Way to San Jose?" was in my head the whole time. With memories of Mrs. LeMire (was that her name, Joan, Holy Name choir director?) cuz she had us sing it one year, and I thought she was so cool.... i digress












What jet setters we are !
Flew to San Jose for a couple days to visit our running mates (Women On the Run). Visited the Full Bloom bakery that our friend Karen owns. Ate a bunch of pastries. Brought even more home with us.

Visited the gallery where our friend Terri sells her art. Visited Laura's surveyor/civil engineer offices, sorry no photos of that. Went to a concert, kd lang, at the Mountain Winery. had a pre-concert picnic. Stayed up til MIDNIGHT !! Got up at 5:15 a.m. for an early morning 7 mile trail run. Flew home that afternoon. What ? are we teenagers again?!

Is summer over?

hey, i know it's been a while. We've been travelling, and well, last night i got caught up in James Bond "Die another day". When did those movies get SO hokey ? I mean, that para-surfing scene was beyond reason. And tonight I've got Andre Agassi to watch. Might be his last. kiss, kiss, bow, bow.... oh, and the all important pre-season Seahawks.

but i'll get on the trip report and photos, soon. sure.

And we've been running... 11 miles on Wed. and tomorrow we've got to pedal 50. Better go fill the water bottles with whatever it was that Floyd used. Today we went to the gym. Re-introduced ourselves to staff and regulars. It's been a while.

Kiss, kiss, bow, bow.

Danskin pictures

our true blue buddies (michelle, pam, kathy and tami) who get up early to come watch our race. THANKS !
Doc Trish(blue shirt, no hat) and her peeps

Podium Pals, how many versions of this do we have? maybe that's reason for my blase-ness

More race BLING ! and then Karen (pink shirt) won a diamond pendant in the random drawing. Now that's real BLING

Another photo op for us. But check out the biker mirror on the glasses here.

Do you think she ran with it on her glasses after the bike portion? tri-GEEK.

Top Ten Finish !!

On Sunday, Gina and I, and 5000 of our friends competed in the Danskin sprint triathlon. This one is a quickie - .5 mile swim, 12 mile bike and 3.1 mile run. For many of them it is a first attempt at an athletic venture. Everybody is totally supportive, nice, friendly, but also trying to do their best. You see all ages, up to 79, and all body types (and I mean ALL ) . Another neat thing about this race is the group that goes off just before us is made up of breast cancer survivors. This year there were about 400. Every year that number gets larger. We have a friend, Trish, who is a survivor, who has done this race several times. This year she did it with friends & family. It was great to see them cross the finish line. Way to go Trish, Lizzie and Margaret, and Trish's sister who's name escapes me!

We got to high five Jean Enerson, local tv anchor, before the race, and of course Sally Edwards. She's the spokesperson / celebrity athlete for the race. She has done every Danskin race. There are about 6 or 8 in various cities across the country, for the last 12 years. Her gig is "She will finish last", so no one woman has to worry about being last place. Of course she's won many big races and done Ironman's.

The national anthem was sung, whilst I was making porta potty stop # 9. Actually quite the workout getting enough out of the wetsuit to take care of business in the confines of the porto potty. Nothing like working up a bit of a sweat before the race.

We saw lots of familiar faces before hand. Shannon, our relay teammate, and new friend was in our wave. Several gals from the gym. Karen, who turns 50 next year. She's tough, and fast, and we really need to have Val convince her how FUN the ELITE group was. Or we shall be bumping down the pecking order next year. Karen and Val manage to beat our times by ten minutes or more.

Did I forget to mention our times?? I did a 1:25:52 which was good for 3rd place. ON THE PODIUM ! And Gina did a 1:26:14, putting her in 6th place. TOP TEN !

I had a little bike chain mishap which cost me about 3 minutes. I was looking for the glove box for the operator manual on how to put it back on. Gina passed by hollering her condolences. I thanked her for her sympathy later as I passed her on the run.

The best part is post race hanging out and shooting the breeze, re-living every moment.
Sorry for the delay on this posting, my blog-a-friends, but Monday we had to ride 30 miles, and I was tired. And today I had to run 10, and I'm tired.

ok so I see the photos did not pop up. I shall go try again. and again. and again. ok,they should be down there somewhere, keep scrolling.

Rest Day

The Master's Rowing Assoc. National Regatta is being held this week, in our front yard/lake. Gina's team, the Conibears, are assisting with the production of this huge event. (1400 rowers)
She's not rowing this year, but felt compelled to volunteer some time with the set up. So we put in our hours of manual labor on Tuesday.

Races started this morning. We grabbed our coffee, binoc's and camera and went to lake's edge to watch. Our side of the lake is the warmup area. Races are on the other side so it's a bit hard to see the real action but at least I can get a shot of the Conibears during warmup. And of course, the mandatory baby duck photo. The blue sky lasted til we came back to the house. Then it rained. Wouldn't want these rowers from all across the country to think it's always nice weather here in Seattle.

Well, we have been busy with our workouts, trying to channel all that endurance that we've built up, into speed. Speed is such a relative term. Our next triathlon is a week from Sunday. Of course it is hard to work on one's bike speed when one's bike tire is busy going "psssssssssssssssstt" Arrghhhh the F word, again. Oh well, just a refresher course on changing the tube.

Time to find some head phones. Gina is whipping up her famous pesto and as much as I love it on my pasta, the sound of the grinding Cuisinart drives me crazy.

More Racing

Gina ran in the Seafair Torchlight Parade 8K race on Sat. night. This race takes place just before the big parade and part of the race goes on 4th Ave, the parade route. Spectators for the parade are all along the route so it's fun and exciting to have such a crowd to run past.

Gina ran a really good time of 41:59. Good for 4th place in age group. The winner, a name we haven't seen before, did it in 36:41 Yowza ! Anyway, that's a great run for Gina. She decided to do it a couple days ago when she noticed the weather report called for cool temp's. Usually that race is very hot one.

Me? I was at a party. What can I say? duty calls. The host is my buddy Everett who subs for me at my volunteer gig at Bailey Boushay whenever I need.

We did put in some gym time and a swim today. Next up is the Danskin triathlon. As coach Lesley says, "we will turn our endurance into speed". Gina and I are still looking for that toggle switch.

Changing Floyd's name.... to DOPE

Jeez, just when you think you've got a "Feel Good" sports story... you get punched in the old bread basket. ( now there's an old timer term)

I want to believe ol Floyd. Really, I do. But I don't want to change my name to Dopey.
Maybe there's an explanation. Let's hope. Maybe these bicyclists should all move to Hollywood when they get suspended. They are so believable telling us they didn't / wouldn't ever do illegal drugs. I don't think the Academy drug tests for the Oscar.

It seems Arlene, Floyd's mom, is able to stay calm and rational about all this. If she can keep up that act thru this mess, well, then maybe the whole world should become Mennonite.

Peace.

Race Pictures by Val Ritchie, photographer extraordinaire

photos: rumor has it, if you click on the photo it will give a larger version. then click the Back button to continue.
The full narrative is after the photos. I think. I never know in what order these things will appear.



5:00am, two bikes

6:00am, lots of bikes

which way to the beer garden?

gina cruising along, looking good

ann's sprint finish

ann happy to be sitting

gina not sprint-finish

gina subtracting 12 minutes from the race clock for true finish time.

and then I had to walk...

let me just check my lap times.

not too tired to laugh

Ironwoman Coach Lesley with Tinman (half- iron) clients

All cleaned up w/ Finisher medals

Race Report

" Pulling a Brian Kirk"
F.Y.I. Brian Kirk is an old family friend who used to do these Ironmen races and write 4 page single spaced very detailed race reports. And we cracked wise about it. Now here I am doing the internet version.


As Krissy would sweetly say, " I DID it ! " Well, WE did it. Gina and I completed our first, and possibly last, half Ironman triathlon on July 23 in Lake Stevens, WA. Ironically we picked this particular race because it had the best chance of having cool weather. NOT !!! It was close to 90 degrees by the time we got to the running portion.

First the GOOD NEWS..... neither of us had a flat tire. So the day was a success in my book.
We wanted to have a finish time around 7 hours. I did 6:58:38 and Gina did 7:11:14.

We arrived at the site at 5:00 a.m. to set up our transition area, get body marked, get chip timers and have time to mill around, get nervous, use the porta potties about 100 times. Our age group was to start the swim at 7:12 a.m. All the younger, supposedly faster (OK, faster) people go off just before us.

The swim was out and back, and I still managed to go offline, so I'm sure I swam 1.5 miles instead of 1.2. More bang for my buck I guess. Once out of the water we stripped off the wetsuits and used the PPotty. In the transition zone, we put on a biking shirt, shoes, helmet, sunscreen, etc. One would think we also had brunch and made phone calls by looking at how long it took us - about 7 minutes. The serious folks do it all in under 2 minutes. so hurray for them.

Then we were off on our bikes. I started a few minutes ahead of Gina. My biggest worry, lots of fast riders on the road, whizzing by on the downhills, did not materialize. We practically had the road to ourselves. I loved it! Just pedalled along and every so often passed someone. Since we started last, virtually no one passed us. The bike portion was 2 laps of 28 miles each for a total of 56 miles. Shortly before the end of 1st loop, Gina came speeding up. I was wondering when she would show, as she is a slightly faster rider than I. We rode kind of together for a bit, then I took a short lead. At the end of the loop was a water bottle exchange. Being an idiot, I stopped and got one. Doing it the proper way, Gina grabbed one on the go. I never saw her go by. Then as the 2nd loop went along I came around a corner and who do I see up the hill? Gina. So I chugged on up, got ahead, and we rode the rest of the course that way. It works out great that we are about equal ability on the bikes.

On the 2nd lap there was more traffic on the road and a few sirens. We heard there were 3 bike crashes where they took people to the hospital. We passed one of the accidents; someone was on a stretcher. And another lady right in front of G, on an uphill, gear change ended in a slow-motion crash. That same lady had almost crashed into me. I called out the biker lingo "On your left" so of course she veered to her left. Yowza ! She was ok though. After that we decided to be really careful going down the hills. We both logged speeds of 40 mph down some of the hills ... very scary indeed.

At one corner on the 1st loop, one traffic cop gets a radio message and hollers to another cop that the Lead riders were 5 minutes away. He says this just as we pass. I got a big laugh from the crowd as I uttered that famous Bush-ism "Shit" . I did not want us to get lapped.

We had estimated an approx. 4 hour bike time, but I did 3:38 and G did 3:35, so we are really happy with that. The highlight for Gina was the deer that crossed the street right in front of her. I saw a couple of rats ... one alive and one dead.

We cruised into the transition area for another 5 minutes of PPotty break, more sunscreen, and shoes & shirt changes. We've been told that a lot of competitors pee while on their bikes so as not to lose time, but I will not/cannot pee while riding.... ick.

Coach Lesley was waiting to run with me. I immediately felt a not so little twinge in my knee. Something totally new and painful, and I knew that it was going to make the 13.1 miles very hard. UGH. But off we went and it was hotter than you know where. The 1st section of the course was a brutally ugly, hot, section of town. Imagine the part of town where they put the dump. Add to this the fact that there was almost no shade on the entire course. We saw guys (young, fit looking guys) walking. Bad sign. The run portion was also a 2 looper so we had to go out to the 'dump' twice. I stopped at every water station to drink some, pour over my head, and just to walk. I hate to walk. There were several spots that neighbors had their hoses out to sprinkle runners and that was a lifesaver. Lesley was great and encouraging. She headed back at one point to run a few miles with Gina then came back for me. She must have run about 18 miles. Of course our pace was way slower than her normal one. I thought about walking the last couple miles into the finish cuz my knee was aching, oh and for sure a blister had to kick in at mile 10. Every step was unpleasant but at mile 12 a gal passed us and her leg marking was 50. My age group! OMG! I never let same age-groupers pass me. So all of a sudden I reached into my suitcase of courage and found the means to run a bit faster. Lesley was surprised until she noticed the lady's leg and knew what I was thinking. It was hard to keep up but in the last few hundred yards I totally sprinted and passed her. I felt bad but those 10 seconds could have meant a podium place. :)

It didn't, as I placed 4th in our age group. Gina came in 6th out of the 10 50-55 year-olds. But I think we should discount the ringer from Calif. who finished in 5 1/2 hours. Don't you agree? A freak of nature that one. Below is the link for all the results if you wish to peruse them. We of course totally analyze every little #. Well, Gina analyzes for the shear enjoyment of it all. I just look to see who I beat and who beat me.

http://www.pem-usa.com/racedata/LS06age703.html

Our good buddies Kathy and Val were there to support us. They had a viewing spot on the run course that we passed a few times and it was great to hear the cheers as we went by. Val took all of the photos you see here. Thank you Val!! Val and Kathy were our podium girls, even though we were not on the podium. So you see what good friends they are.

We packed up our gear and bikes and drove home. We had a little dinner and crashed about 7:30 p.m. zzzz We're actually doing quite well; not too sore. My blistered toes are a pain. I think soon I'll be left with only 4 toe nails. Now there's a pretty picture. I'll post it.

Changing my name to Floyd

Well, aren't we having an epic little Tour DAY France ?! More excitement, and a tad bit of Panache, which I guess the French news media thought Floyd lacked.

Well, I have it from an eye witness reporter that most of the French folks really are a bunch of Snooty McSnootersons. Excepting of course any of our relatives that are French. I would never include Mary or any of her gang in that, or Phillippe, for sure.

No, don't call me Floyd. Or late for dinner. But we will certainly try to remember his grittiness while we are out on the course tomorrow. And after 22 days, I will certainly be hearing poor ol' Phil Liggett's voice in my head.... as I'm tapping out a rhythm on my pedals, reaching into my suitcase of courage, and climbing like an angel up the Col du Macchias Cutoff Road.

We're having an early dinner, the bags are packed, the drink bottles are refrigde-ing, bikes are racked, ( a quick little last minute checkup at the bike shop after I thought I was hearing things in the gearing, I wasn't / or I 'was', but fortunately the mechanic spotted that my front tire wasn't really on properly.. EEEK ) Had a little swim this morning. I think we're ready. If one can ever be ready for a 4:00am wake up call.

I must go read more of Floyd's interviews. You should hear Gina do her imitation of his "director sportif" LaLange. Quite good. And that guy is amazing his own self. Drives the car, holds the route chart in left hand, the microphone in right and drives with his knees. and sometimes 2 microphones and a water bottle. Probably flipping thru cd's, too. All without picking off any of the crazy spectators that love to stand on the road and jump away at last second. As if a photo of Floyd, taken with a mobile phone will ever turn out .

Good night. Did I mention Floyd is back in yellow ?

Who names their kid Floyd ?

WOW !! Today was tres exciting in the bike race. Landis did what he had to do... attack, escape, lead, and win the stage. And make up many of those bonked minutes from yesterday. I might not have picked Floyd at the beginning, but he sure is making it hard to not like him. He never dogs his dog of a team. Just says he had to fight for them , for all the work they've done for him. It was best he just had his team car there and didn't have to depend on other riders for food and drink.

We were going crazy in the living room... yelling for him, grateful that the other teams did not have an answer. Unlike his wife, I could not watch the descents, that he took at high speed. Go Floyd GO !! and cautioning Sastre to be very careful. :) Slow down, Carlos !!

I don't know about the rest of you, but Gina and I get very emotional watching some of these sporting events. What do you mean, it's like golf on tv? (which isn't too bad, by the by) We are glued to the tv. Have promised to get Tivo for next year's Tour. So we don't have to get up at 4:00am, or videotape and make sure we wait til "live" version is over.

And just to emphasize our obsession, yes, we sometime watch the replay version later in the day, to hear the other 2 announcers' call of the day's race. Yes, that is sick but it seems there is no cure for us.

Today was a brief 25:00 swim in the a.m. Then a 3 mile run with some pickup minutes. Tomorrow is a rest day, with a trip up to the race site for packet pick up, get a lay of the land, parking wise.

I've had my seat ( excuse me, proper biking lingo is saddle) changed out and adjusted. Let's hope it causes no major problems. I've lost a couple toe nails this week. But I think that's a good thing.

Below is a link to a news article about the race. I'm not sure about this linking process, but if you get to the article be sure to read all the way to the last paragraph.

http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/snohomishcountynews/2003135685_triathlon19n.html

oh, yeah, the photos of Alp de Huiz

runaway sheep and sheepish sheep dog fuzzy, cute and yet scary little mules
the hairpins of alp de huiz

In Search of a Life

Well, the real countdown has begun. 5 days til we race the Lake Stevens 70.3 Triathlon. And I use the word "race" loosely. "Attempt to finish" is more like it.

We are now in the taper phase. All training distances are shorter. Although, a couple 30 miler bike rides, 8 mile run, 5 mile run, a couple mile swims...... doesn't really seem like a taper, but it is.

I decided a week before the race to adjust the seat on my bike. To quote the Guinness commercials, "BRILLIANT !! " not. last week's adjustment at the bike store led to immediate pain in some part of the hamstrings, which were already barking. So, met up with the bike fit guy, who made some appropriate adjustments (and suggested a new seat for the numbness in that sensitive area). So, now I have the new seat ( ka-ching $! ) (you pay thru the nose for comfort in zee 'zone') and will go have him put it on at proper height and angle. And we'll see how much I'm suffering post race.

Shall I mention my toes with the blisters under the nails?? I think a foto has been posted once before.. More of that. great.

Hey, you guys that read this blahhhhhhhhhhgggg probably can't wait for this race to be over, too. Don't worry, I'll hand off the camera to the coach so we'll have some photographic evidence of this fiasco and keep my verbosity to a minimum.

Well, the boys are off to Alpe de Huiz tomorrow. We'll be up at the crack of dawn to watch. You know we rode that route last May. (in a car, BRILLIANT !!) We've got to keep an eye out for our runaway sheep and cute donkeys, on the lead up to the town of Bourg "something French" Oisans and le Alpe.

I'd better add the photos.

The Legends Live !!!

Last Sunday we ran a marathon in Bellevue. As a relay team. 4 of us.... Gina started us off strong on the long, hilly portion. Pam, the speedster, sped thru 5 hilly miles. New gal, Shannon Fitzgerald, had the Irish wind at her back as she cruised thru 7.5 hilly miles. And I gave my best thru the 6.8 miles of "down hills". As a team we ran a 3:56 marathon. That's a nice average of 9 minute miles. Not bad for a bunch of 50 year olds.

Did I mention that the course was hilly?

The night before the race, Gina led us thru our pre-run instructions. All thoroughly noted in a spreadsheet; what time to get up, to get the car, to drive to relay point, how fast to run, etc. etc. We drove a portion of the course to decide where to park the car between legs 2 and 3.

I took the shuttle bus to my station. That was good for a story afterwards. Obviously, the bus drivers could have used a training session with Gina, and one of her spreadsheets. The bus I got on was the wrong one, cuz I wanted to go to relay point 3 (which is Leg 4). The terminology got a lot of folks messed up. The drivers did the rest. They were heading to the wrong spots, and the maps they were given took them to points on the race course that they could not cross. Of course, she sat there for an eternity thinking the cop would let them thru when there was a gap in the runners. That doesn't happen. Fortunately, a person on the bus knew the 'hood and got us to our spots. But it was nerve wracking. But I have a low b.p. and couldn't let it bother me. I was too busy trying to remember what time my spreadsheet said I was supposed to warming up.

Anyway, we're pretty sure we won our age group. Although they only posted women's, men's , co-ed, and corporate divisions. We were 6th out of 16 teams in the women's, and I'm pretty sure the other 5 were not 50+.

I was thinking that the 4th person should wear a shirt that says something to the effect of "I'm on a relay team, I just started, I have fresh legs, Sorry I'm dusting you in your 23rd mile" . I really felt guilty. Not that I had fresh legs or was really dusting anyone.

Then we beat feet to go watch the end of the World Cup game. What a disaster for France. I know some people think it's necessary to defend the honor of their mothers and sisters, but not with such a violent act. and at the expense of your team and the game. Trash talk is just that. Deal with it at an appropriate time.

But I still do not like Italy. Bunch of ruffian, melodramatic divers.

Then we went to a surprise party for another buddy who turned 50. Jeez, this group is getting OLD.

Just spent the last 5 hours watching a taped version of today's Tour. I LOVE Thomas Voeckler !! Or should I say "poor old Thomas Voeckler", as Liggett calls him. What a courageously stupid venture he went on. But I always like to ride like him cuz he's so easy to imitate.

Discovery Team is done. (Coach is holding out hope for Jose Acevedo)
Floyd's the man. Perhaps he took a sip of water in Lourdes as he passed by to help his ailing hip bone.