Thursday, August 21, 2014

My Summer

I know, I know. Another two months have gone by and nothing since my Tinman race report. Between training harder than I ever had this late into the season and dealing with a lot of work and personal stuff, this blog (like cooking, hello takeout and restaurants) fell to the wayside.

Ironman Day was awesome, as always. Got up at 5:30? to see the race start. (We live only a block away but wanted a good seat, especially since Dr. Z. can't stand for long periods of time due to his knees and back.) As most of you probably know, we had an unprecedented hellacious thunderstorm during the swim. Like, I don't even know what to say to everyone - we don't GET thunderstorms around here, and never in the MORNING. Truly a freak of weather.

After a brief rest, it was time to head up to do bike escort for lead runners. I was given second place female, and ended up escorting the lovely Kim Schwawenbauer.

And yes, that jersey is HUGE on me. I asked for an XS and got a S.
I won't lie, I was terrified. The last time I escorted was about three or four years ago when I had ZERO skills on the bike. At the end of the second loop at the turnaround on Mirror Lake drive I managed to both nearly take out a cyclist AND blocked my runner (Tim Snow). This time went better, thank GOD, but I still accidentally blocked Kim at the first turnaround at River Rd. (Tried to go through the turn with her - didn't try that anymore.)

Anyway, it was up early again the next day to sign up for 2015. It's definitely scarier the second time because I know what I'm getting myself into.

I captioned this "WHAT DID I JUST DO?!?" on Facebook.
Other than that, it's been a quiet summer. Well, okay, busy as hell but nothing to really TALK about, you know? Dr. Z and I are about to start a block of three race weekends in a row (Mountain bike race for him on Sunday, Big George 70.3 me NEXT Sunday, and a second mountain bike race for Dr. Z. the Sunday after THAT. ACK. And also? There goes catching the football pre-season.)

I really wish I had more to say. Katie's blog has given me tons to think about lately, but nothing I'm ready to vomit up here quite yet. Hell, I'm not even sure I could verbalize it to myself yet.