BarrelMan Bike/run: On Top of the World

I know.  I left you hanging after my Part 1 of Barrelman Adventures.....  now its on to part two...aka... the bike and run of our adventure in Welland/Niagara Falls!  As I exited the swim, I ran up the bleachers to get my bike.  Once I arrived at my spot, I did the drunken octopus dance to get out of my wetsuit (So. Slow). and shoved it into my wetsuit bag.  Grabbed my helmet, gum, shoes, and ran out of T1.  And...up the longest grass hill ever.  WTF.  Totally missed that in the pre race talk (probably I should have stopped whispering with the boys.  Whoops).  As I neared the bike mount, I heard "GO RAE!" and saw my cousins Karen and Tom, who had come up from Rochester to cheer us on - it was so excellent to see them!  I ran past the bike mount line, managed to mount my steed without making a total ass of myself, and was off for 56 miles of fun!

Bike:  2:48:37 (19.6 mph)
After our course recon the day before the race, I knew that the first 30k of the bike had many weird off center turns (we started calling them Canadian turns....sorry!), no elevation gain, and would likely be windy.  This last part was no joke at all.  The headwinds were fierce, and when we made our turns out of Welland, we either had headwind or crosswind.  Excellent.  I actually managed not to freak at the crosswind, which was blowing me all over the road, and heeded the advice of my coach and let the wind play with me a bit (TWSS?).  I was really grateful I had done so many rides on Lake Rd, where it is always pretty breezy.

Regardless, the wind did shit for my speed, and 10 miles in, I was averaging 18.5.  Lame.  I had hoped to average anywhere from 19-19.8 on the ride so this kinda sucked.  The bonus was that my legs felt awesome, like I was doing no work at all.  I spun out in a gear that felt easy, and took nutrition in every two miles - one sip of super "Demko Drink" - DD- (homemade sports turbo mix) and then a sip of water.  I looked down at mile 10 to assess my power and cadence and noticed...I had neither.  WTF.  This is now race 5 out out 5 where my bike data was either non existent or lame.  I knew my coach would be annoyed AF, and so was I, as I felt I was finally nailing a great cadence (I'm usually a masher) and power output.  Something to address in the off season - I did not buy a power meter for training only.  But. Nothing to do now but go!

You can't see it....but these bad boys are spinning away!!

Pre race I had filled my aquacell with my  DD and water, and my speedfill with water.  I legit cannot take a bottle handoff to save my soul and while it's in the plans to fix that, now was not the time.  The first 20 miles I did really well, drinking every two miles, picking people off one by one, and being patient with the wind.  We made a turn onto bear hump road (yep, I said it) and I actually went into aero arrow for a little bit to stretch out and spin in a different position - I was so proud of myself!  This would be the first time I have ever ridden in "arrow" during a race - ever.  I will say I'm not confident to do it anywhere but on a low traffic road and am not yet fast, but it felt good to switch it up!

As I came out of my bars to make the turn at mile 25, I felt pretty great and started to sing some songs to myself to occupy the time - my speed was gaining (I was spinning out over 20 mph now and over 19.0 avg overall, and I felt awesome!)  "On Top of the World" by Imagine Dragons got caught in my head, and I spun through the course for the next ten miles, all smiles and looking like the biggest idiot as I actually enjoyed myself on the bike - no worries, no brake riding, just legit happy to be alive and be racing!

'Cause I'm on top of the world,
I'm on top of the world, 
Waiting on this for a while now
Paying my dues to the dirt
I've been waiting to smile, 
Been holding it in for a while, '
Take it with me if I can
Been dreaming of this since a child
I'm on top of the world

Life was good.  I thought about my teammates out racing.  I thought about how lucky I was to have my husband out there with me.  About how damned much I loved life right now and this sport.  And about all the people that helped me get to this race.  And, you know it, guys...I started to dream.  And think that I could probably break 5:30 today!

About mile 37, I passed the last aid station, and a few minutes later, I grabbed some water from my speed fill and the whole top snapped off.  Holy shit.  I had the piece in my mouth and was so shocked I spit it out.  Well, there goes...most of the rest of my water.  Dammit.  I decided to handle the problem if it arose, gauging the rest of my nutrition and knowing I could pull over if I needed to and dump my speed fill into my aqua cell.  I got a little low from mile 40-45, and tried to drink more DD to get my calories in, also slamming a gel and chasing with a tiny sip of water (as I was now in conserve mode).  This worked pretty well - I was up to 19.3 average, doing the math in my head and thinking I would definitely break 3 hours on the bike and likely 2:55.  I looked down at my trikit and reminded myself that it was not an option to go slow, as I was in the "magic kit" that pretty much only knew how to win races - so I better do it justice by doing everything fast!!

The last 10 miles of the bike were mostly by the Niagara River.  Freaking gorgeous....hot...and windy as shit.  It was easily 90 out, and I was baking.  My legs never felt bad, but I knew I needed water.  I sipped the final sip of my drink at mile 51 of the bike and knew I should stop and refill - but my bike computer read 19.5 average and I knew if I pushed it I could make a 2:50 bike split.  This was a horrible mistake, I would later pay for it - but 70.3's and longer are races where it doesn't come down to if something will happen....it's what will happen and when.  You need to make decisions and move on, then reassess on the fly if they don't work.  In my little "racing box" this was the way to go.  One of my fellow Rochesterians, Jim, passed me about mile 53 and yelled "Run's gonna be hot!"  I yelled back "THERE WILL BE ICE!" and gunned it to the finish, where I ditched my bike in T2 for a final bike split of 2:48 and change, or, an 19.6 mph.  Another goal destroyed.  I saw Greg in T2 where he yelled out a good luck!  I grabbed my running shoes, race belt, and I was off to my favorite part....THE RUN!!!

Run: 1:50:37 (8:36/mi)

As I  headed out of T2, I realized right away I was in trouble.  I was hot.  Baking, actually.  And no water in sight.  I swung by the finishers line and begged a bottle of water, which they told me was for the finishers but I have such charm that they of course gave me some had such a desperate crazed look on my face that they felt sorry for me and relented.  I swigged half the bottle and dumped the rest on my head.  Better.  At that point I realized I had a weird feeling in my shoe and that the toe condom Bruce gave me for my busted nail was....still in my shoe.  A smart woman would have stopped and taken it out.  I'm not smart.  So yes, I raced 13 miles with a prophylactic on me.  At least I was prepared for...um...anything? Ahem.

I took the first mile a little fast at 7:51, and knew that I was in real trouble.  I couldn't breathe.  I was hot.  I was miserable.  I stopped to walk (totally unheard of for me for this early.).  I did most of mile 2 in a run walk fashion, grabbing water and ice and dumping it all over myself (bonus of a one piece - my ass was totally cool when the ice slid all the way down.  Tingly!)  I saw Ryan and Bruce on their way out for loop two and estimated they were about 5-6 minutes back, and it became my immediate goal to hold them off as long as possible (I know.  They were 6 miles ahead of me.  Race logic...is not always logical).  At mile 2 I encountered what we had dubbed "Dumbass hill" which is exactly as it sounds.  It's a steep hill that's 1/4 mile long and better off walked.  I grabbed some ice from my bra and tried to cool it off.  No dice.  Mile 3 - was a hot mess.  I have never been so miserable on the run.  I knew at that point that I had made  a really foolish decision on the bike and was not only hot, but dehydrated.  My legs felt awesome.  The rest of my body said....eff off.  I did a run walk strategy and played with time.  I knew if I could pull off a 2 hour half marathon I would go under 5:30, which seemed to be a reasonable time to me at this point.  9 minute miles became the mile split goal.

At mile 4 I picked it up a bit and looked up, where there was a clock by the tourist falls area - it read 34 degrees.  Now, I'm pretty good at converting kilometres to miles, but the Celsius to Fahrenheit eludes me.  I caught up with a dude who was looking strong ahead of me and prefaced my question with - "Pardon me - I'm a stupid American - but do you know how hot 34C is in Fahrenheit?"  He looked at me, deadpan, and said "Really Fucking Hot!!"  and we both started laughing.  Well, now I have a friend!  This was Mike, who turned into b a great running buddy for the next 5 miles.  He was from Ottawa, also had two kids, and was really looking forward to hockey season...like....in the next 5 minutes.  We had a great time chatting and forgot about the heat (OK, no we didn't) as we ticked the miles off.

Me and my new buddy Mike!

 At mile 4.5, I found the magic answer to my run dilemma.  Coke!  I'd never tried it in a race before, but I figured why the hell not and took a cup.  IT WAS MAGIC.  I immediately felt better, and my pace went form 8:45-9:00 minute miles to 8:30s. I continued to take in a few sips of coke every mile, and I will 100% say this changed my life on the run.  Once again, I was having fun!!

  I finished Lap 1 in 57 minutes for 6.5 miles and felt I could likely keep the pace for lap two, and maybe even make my goal window of 5:15-5:25 overall.  Risky business halfway through, but sometimes the math is all that gets you from mile to mile...err...kilometre to kilometre.  As I headed out for lap two, I saw Bruce coming in and yelled out "GO BRUCE!" really loudly - I had to shelve the "Dammit Bruce" ....as he never passed me. Woot.  How, I don't know.  I saw Ryan about a mile in and he looked shot - the heat was brutal.  I stopped to give him a hug and to tell him to finish it strong, and was off for 5.5 more miles of fun!

 Lap 2 felt amazing.  It was balls hot out (I later found out that 34C = 93F.  Lovely).  but I finally had a great strategy - coke every mile, ice, and running 90% of the course, walk the uphills and aid stations.  This netted an 8:20-8:40 mile, and I was FINALLY having a blast!  I started picking off people left and right and smiling and joking with everyone.  I had to pass three runners in the middle of their little pack and felt badly about doing it, so I yelled out "Sorry!" as I passed and they called out after me "That's ok!  Will you take our chips, too??"  And I laughed.  I got so many cheers from passerby telling me how happy and strong I looked and that they "feared the reaper!"  (damn this kit WAS magic!) As I neared the final two miles, I did some quick watch math and realized if I kept it up, I would go under 5:20.  Holy shit.

While this was not quite the level of my coach peeing himself (it was really no worries, I had done it myself about 50 times that day) it was pretty freaking epic to me to actually hit my damned goal, especially on such a hot, windy day.  The last mile was a total blur as I brought it in, a huge smile on my face, totally on top of the world!!  Right before I crossed the line I heard some dude yell "Move that sexy ass!" (Hey thanks buddy, can I get your number?) and I sprinted in for a final overall finish of 5:18:36.

Miles of Smiles

 Post race featured plenty of pics with friends (Mike caught up to me and we got a great selfie and I now have a Canadian tri friend - sweet!).  I found Bruce and Ryan, who both finished in 4:36 (Ryan edged Bruce out by less than a minute!) which was a great PR for both of them (I seriously need to train more with them.  For real.)

Surrounded by greatness.

Greg finished in 6:40, which was a 40 minute PR for him and completely stellar in the crazy heat

 - he did great!

Glaser's represent!

My final overall placement was 20th out of 272 women, 5th in my age group, and 6th overall American woman.  Guys, I have no idea what to do with that. I PRed by 18 minutes in this race - totalling  a whopping 2019 Half Ironman PR of one hour 15 minutes from my old PR of 6:33- INSANE.  I had the biggest damned smile on my face for the rest of the day and don't remember much of what happened - there were hugs, a drive home, and a sunburn to contend with, but who cares.

Barrelman 2019 -you were epic.  Stay tuned for the last part of this series - post race reflections.  You know I have thoughts.  A lot of them.  It's been one hell of a year. I'm still processing all of it....and where to go from here!

Oh.  And lest I forget - a special thanks to the Outlaw on his stellar magic trikit.  I don't know what you put in it, buddy (And...uhhh.... I really don't want to know, TBH) but it freaking worked.

PS...I'm not giving it back.  Just kidding.  Or am I?

Barrelman Pre Race/Swim 2019: Born for This

And, as they say in the films, that's a wrap, folks!  Barrelman 2019 was this past weekend and with it, the end of the 2019 tri season.  I wish I could tell you I have a crazy fast race report for you to relive the day, but this is gonna be a long one, folks.  So long, I give to you, part 1 of 3 - pre race and swim! Settle in, caffeinate, grab some chocolate, and I hope I don't lose ya - lots to tell!

Pre Race 

When we last left our intrepid heroine (that would be me, nice to meet ya), I had decided to deal with my pre race anxiety one way - to turn Barrelman into a freaking celebration of a day!  My goals scared the hell out of me and were getting in the way, and with such a long season, it was time to have that A-hhmazing race!  Right?  Now with that being said, of course I had time goals.  OF COURSE I DID.  Now that the race is over, here they are for your perusal:

Swim:  36-38 minutes
Bike: 2:50-2:55
Run:  1:43-1:47

I went :37, 3:06 and 1:47 at Musselman, so this seemed to work for me.  My coach warned me that the swim was long, so :38 was reasonable.  He thought I might go faster on the bike, and the run was doable.  This put me at a time committed goal of 5:15-5:25, with transitions.  Gulp. My coach also told me he might wet himself if I went 5:15, so this immediately became my goal.  I'm a good friend like that.

Saturday morning, Greg and I headed out to Welland to rack our bikes, pick up our packets and do some course recon.  We met up with my buddies Bruce and Ryan (Outlaw) who were staying with us at the Air BNB.  Checked in with little fanfare then did some course recon.  The course was flat as can be, with about 500 feet elevation gain for the whole thing.  There were quite a few turns in the early part, and probably the best part of the course, aside from the gorgeous view of all the hotties out by the lake Lake Erie, was the addition of some frisky bears about 30k into the ride.  They were positioned inside a kids sized jeep, probably one to be riding in the front and one in the back but instead they were....riding each other.  It immediately became "Bear Hump Road" (I'm sorry to say they moved the damned bears race day) and we all cracked up in the car like the teenaged boys we are.

We finally hit the course end for the bike at T2 and checked out the finish line - I had to pee and hit the fresh porta potties....so fresh, apparently, they were in transit.  Mid pee, two men tried to pick up my porta potty and move it...with me in it! I yelled out "Holy Shit" or something like that and heard "Oh!  Sorry!!" and a bunch of laughter.  OMFG. Thanks for saving me, guys, really. (insert sarcasm).

Post race recon, we checked into the Air BnB, the boys went to go find Canadian ketchup chips and breakfast foods, and I cooked us up our pre race dinner.  We applied out race tats after dins (I get a big fail on that - Ryan is actually 33, not "EE".  Whoops.)

As we packed our gear up, Ryan offered me his trisuit to race in the next day and I jokingly tried it on with no intention of wearing it - who races in a 5 plus hour race in a kit they've never worn?  Well, that would be me.  The kit fit well, it immediately became a joke about Ryan picking up chicks with his magic suit, and I figured hell, maybe I would get some swim and bike magic off of it.  Plus, doing something new for an A race is always good, right?  (Insert sarcasm again).

 As I was finishing up race prep, I hit my big toe on the bed and started screaming in pain.  Somehow, I had lost part of my big toenail and the rest could not come off.  Oh, for real?!?  I tried to but it with scissors with no success.  I couldn't get the whole toenail off, which freaked me out for being barefoot into T1, and running in it.  Bruce offered me one of my ex's toe condoms (so cute!) and I stuck it in my running shoe for T2 in case I needed it.

Time to sleep!  Yeah, right.  The Air BnB we stayed at was awesome - about a half mile off the run course and 3 beds, plus it was really well priced.  Unfortunately, there was only one real bedroom, which Greg and I shared.  Ryan's bed was in the living room, and Bruce's was between the living room and kitchen, which meant if we had to pee, we had to go through Bruce's room.  Poor guy.  We all slept like crap, were up by 4:15, and ready to go.  Kinda.  The weather forecast had promised a glorious fall stupidly hot summer day - temps up to mid eighties F (28 Celsius) and winds up to 20-25 mph, which would be a headwind for at least the first 30k of the bike.  Oh well.  What can we do now but RACE!  We loaded up our goodies, drove one car to T2, and headed over to TI to set up.  I configured my bike quickly, calibrated my power meter, spun out and tested brakes, and peed 700 times. As we were hanging out, the official race photographer came up to our group and staged a pic of me looking fierce in my Ryan's Reaper kit, which we thought was hilarious - this would continue all day - people loved that kit so much!!

I grabbed a few minutes pre race to sit out by the water and collect my thoughts.  I was all kinds of amped, nervous, and jittery - as usual - before I race I start to doubt myself and my ability to even finish it.  I called up a recent favorite song (you all know how I love my music) and got The Score's "Born for This" stuck in my head....

Don't care for the critics
My words are like physics
A force that they can't stop
They just don't get it, I think they forget
I'm not done till I'm on top
I know I was born for this

I was born for this, baby.  Let's do it! 

Before we knew it, it was time for the Anthem and we were off!!

Swim - 35:37 - 1:39/100 yd

I went off in wave 3 - 5 minutes behind Ryan and 10 minutes behind Greg and Bruce.  As I treaded water for the race to start, I had the biggest smile on my face.  I had no idea what I was gonna do today, but it was going to be epic, and a blast!  Before I knew it, the gun went off and we were ready to rock!!  This swim was fantastic.  It was staged ina rowing basin, so like Placid, there was an underwater cable that you could follow if you were brave enough to face the scrum.  I am.  I got kicked and pushed around a bit (there were about 150 people in my wave) but about 5 minutes in, settled into a decent rhythm and swam the cable.  I was so relaxed and....um....not spotting....that I found the turn 950 meters in by hitting the buoy head on.  Whoops.  I made the turn, had to spot for 100 meters (WTF lol) and then was headed back.  The way back got pretty congested, as I had caught the wave before me and had to zig zag to pass people.  I got kicked in the head and my goggles got pushed in, so I stopped to adjust, then swam a bit wide to get past the scrum.  No big deal.  Aside from a few spaces, I was out for an easy swim, and as I saw the dock, I was really sad that it was over!  My feet hit the ground and I ran through the swim exit, hit my watch and noticed I beat my A swim goal with a time of 35 minutes!  I was totally floored - this was much better than I had hoped for.  I raced up the bleachers to T1 and heard a "Go Reaper!" yell from the stadium and grinned....it was time to hit the bike and get this race really started!!!

The Amazing Race - Barrelman

Well, it's time.  This morning, I leave for 'Oh Canada' for my A race of the season - Barrelman Triathlon, a 70.3 race that will be not only a season wrap on 2019 but also the first time I've ever raced outside the country.  It should be a fun, wild ride that I cannot wait to share with Greg and my good friends Bruce and Ryan (aka Outlaw).

It's also my "A" race of the season.  Back when I developed my tri plan of the year, it included Pittsford Sprint, Cayuga Olympic, and Barrelman.  My super secret goal for the year was to train my "pants" off and go under 6 hours for Barrelman - something I had been trying to do since 2009.

Wow.  So much has happened.  I can say that with respect to my planned races, my goal times, and basically, 2019 in a nut shell.  We all know that I went out and raced all the races - I look back at Keuka Sprint (that time I came in 4th overall and had a taste of podium chasing), Tri in the Buff Olympic (that time I actually did come in 3rd overall and they cancelled the awards ceremony due to rain - but I STILL podiumed!)  Musselman Half Ironman (that time I decided to try to come in 6:10 and shave twenty minutes off my PR and instead.....shaved almost an hour off with a time of 5:36 (I still don't believe this)).  Then there was Cayuga, where I came in 6th overall and was actually...disappointed I didn't podium.  And Finger Lakes, two weeks ago, where I came in 5th overall but netted a new 10k PR!

I won't even start on running races.  This is about tris.  I look at the year and seriously am in awe of it all - I never thought I would be that fast, sure, but there's a bigger part to it.  I never thought it would be this damned much FUN.

I've talked about my training crew before - since the beginning of the year (yep, lets bring in running) I think about all of the people that have stepped into my life and have made it so damned fabulous.  From the early winter mornings of run training with The Rabbit, The Escort, Kellman, Dwyer and all the "Fire and Ice" Boston crew.....you guys gave me a taste of what I could do out there on a run course.  You blew away my expectations for what my favorite part of the sport could actually mean in terms of speed, and even with sub zero wind chills, those Sunday mornings were so much fun.  I can't wait to do it again in 2020.

IBR crew - Fire and Ice!

My tri- go fam - You guys have made multi sport fun again, something I'm not sure I could have said again.  Between slow runs, hill work and "arrow" on the bike, swim sessions complete with raunchy jokes and boy humor - as well as all the fun we have had hanging out outside the tri world, I really don't know how I could have found a better group of guys to hang out with - you make me faster, you make it more fun, and you make me feel like "me" again - not as a mommy, an "adult" - just Rae, Pants, one of the crew.  It's been epic.

Honestly - my favorite race pic ever.
Tri Go Fam.

Bruce - well - you are in a class by yourself.  You have made bad decisions so much fun, and I have enjoyed the hell out of our miles - both the planned ones and the ones we do to piss off my coach.  You make the miles fly by and I can't wait to keep training with each other and chasing joy!

The Banter.  I don't even know what to say.  He's a member of tri-go, but also deserves his own shout out as my coach and friend.  You have been there for me every step of the way in this journey, even when I wasn't sure about it.  You inspire greatness and are such an amazing coach and a wonderful friend.  Thanks for taking a chance on me.

And, of course, Greg, Mr. Pants, Mr. Rae, "The husband".  This year has been such a damned amazing year - I still can't believe it.  But I do know I couldn't fathom one little bit of it without you by my side.  You have been my best friend, #1 supporter, and right there next to me for this crazy walk of life for the last 14 years.  I am such a lucky woman and I love you!!

Classic Team Glaser pic 

I am so damned fortunate to have such an amazing support crew for this.  As I prepped for my "A" race, I have had some anxiety about it in the last month.  I've blogged about it before - when you plan to go sub 6 hours in September and nail a 5:36 in July, where do you go from there?

You keep going.  Of course you do.  But I've realized, with the help of a few special people in my life, that it isn't always about the number. This is my "A" race.  My AMAZING race.  This is the race to go out there, soak in every minute, have a blast with my friends, do it up for those that can't be there, and, as was my ENTIRE goal for 2019, to go fucking love this sport again.

I LOVE THIS SPORT.  And I'm gonna go enjoy Every. Second. of my day tomorrow.  I'll be racing for everyone I just talked about above - you guys are always on my mind - and I'll be racing for me.  Because one year ago, I never thought I would be here.  And I am so freaking happy that I am.

Uhhhh....while doing it fast, of course.  I never said I didn't have goals.  After all, I am a Tri-Go girl.  We do EVERYTHING FAST!!!

Barrelman 2019 - let's do this!!!

Finger Lakes 2019: Crazy Train

I really can't think of a better artist to portray this race report than with some Ozzy - from soup to nuts, this whole race was literally going off the rails "like a crazy train".  The fact that 2019 has been themed mostly by addressing my train wreck tendencies on the bike makes this even more perfect of a post.

On to the real story of Finger Lakes.  I signed up for the race about 3 weeks pre race, thinking it would be a great tune up for Barrelman, which was two weeks out from the race.  Time to test my kit, nutrition, bike, new goggles and race mental skill set a few weeks prior to go into the "A" race ready to go!  (More on that whole "A race" later).  In the 3 weeks post sign up, everything that could go wrong, would.  First we learned that the 25 mile bike course form 2017 that was switched to 19 miles in 2018 would remain 19 miles for 2019 (um, without the construction of 2017).  Lame.  I wanted a full Oly, even though the shortened bike was probably to my benefit. But ok.

Clean bike ready to go!

 I set the crazy goal of going under an hour for the bike course, which for 850 ft elevation gain seemed a stretch, but doable (my coach did not concur and set the bar at 1:03-1:05.  Who was victorious?  Read on).  Then my buddy Matt decided to not race, due to his foot and school commitments.  Lame.  One family member down.  The Banter opted for the Sprint, as did Greg.  Bruce (new training buddy, courtesy of the Outlaw) and the Outlaw opted for the Oly, like me (though they could take a nap in the space between their finishes and mine, but no mind.  They are both racing Barrelman with me in a few weeks and I fully expect a few piggy back rides.  Ahem).  2 days pre race, we were informed that the blue green algae in Canandaigua Lake was unsafely high  and that the tri would now be a duathlon - a one mile run, 19 mile bike, and 6.2 mile run.  WTF.  You would expect the swimmers of the group (um, all of them) would be most offended by this change - and they were.  But I was a close second, as I knew a few of the women racing were not strong swimmers and that I could likely best them in the water.  (Who am I, thinking like a swimmer here?  I know, I was shocked, too).   Oh well.  much like the shortened bike, what can you do but give it hell. I set a soft goal of coming in under 2 hours - 8 minute run, 1 hour bike, 48 minute 10k and whatever the hell transition brought me.

The day before the race my buddy Bruce invited me to do a 100 mile ride with him, which I wisely declined.  He then asked if we could do a 10 mile cool down post race, which seemed like a fantastic compromise.  (Don't tell my coach.)  (Uhhh, never mind.  he knows.  And yes, I paid for it.  He is a smarter person than me).

Hi, my name is Dunkin...

Where were we?  Right, pre race.  We had an uneventful night Saturday and headed out to Canandaigua with little fanfare race morning.  Until I pulled out my USAT card at check in....and a Dunkin gift card.  OMFG.  I forgot my ID.  In years of racing, I have never done this.  The woman at check in asked if anyone could verify my existence, and literally called the RD to confirm I wasn't some crazy banditting girl nuts enough to wake up at 5am and steal Rae Glaser's identity (please, take it.  All yours). (I jest.  She did her job and did it well.  I am a moron).

I can really only describe transition as a party.  We set up quickly without wetsuit crap and hung out with everyone pre race, hitting the potty a few times and just being social.  I decided to do a pre race warm up with Mary Eggers, and we did a nice easy mile while catching up and just shaking things out.  Ran into on my coach on the way back to transition who yelled out "That's my girl!"  (Save it for the race, Banter.  But thanks).  We also saw the outlaw who reminded us that the race started with a run, so WTF were we doing.  (Thanks, Ryan.  I appreciate your wisdom, buddy).

Run 1:  7:10 (1.15 miles/6:57 pace) 
I went off in wave 2, so before the gun went off, I got some hugs from my teammates and found my coach, who probably had some excellent wisdom that I don't remember (poor guy).  My instructions were to keep mile 1 at an easy 7:30-7:45 pace (it kills me that this is "easy pace".  I lined myself up close to the front next to Wendy, a Rochester Running Company friend and super runner.  The gun went off  and I realized really quickly that there were some super talented runners in the field.  Wendy and I seemed to be running at a reasonable pace and we were about 8-9 women back.  We hit mile 1 in 6:52 and T1 in 7:10.  Holy crap.  I realized at that point that any lofty ambitions I had of a decent placement were out the window based on who showed up (who we later found out it was the Cornell Tri team....bif!)  Again, oh well.  Let's hit this crazy train!

Bike:  1:00:36 (18.8 miles, 18.8 mph pace - Take that, Banter!)
I mounted my bike with little fanfare and was off for the ride.  I did this course in 2017, and honestly didn't remember much except the tight out and back of transition (TWSS?)  The first mile of the bike sucked.  I got stuck in a clump of people all going much slower than I wanted to with little room to pass.  This finally abated about 1.5 miles in and I let it fly.  My whole goal of the bike was to shift and to not kill my legs.  My instructions were to hold 170 watts, but my bike computers seem to hate me and malfunction at every single race, so I had speed, time, and no power.  WTF.  Oh well.  Keep going.  4 miles in I heard someone yell out "Arrow"! as the Outlaw passed me, calling me out for not getting my ass into aero.  I yelled out "Pineapple!" our team safe word - why, I don;t know.  It seemed the thing to do.  Maybe I was safe wording aero.  Who knows.  About mile 5, I finally settled into the bike, shifting well and finally downshifting to ride the descents, which were super fun.  We made a tight right turn at mile 9 and HOLY SHIT WHATS THAT HILL.  I vaguely remembered my friend Kim, who was doing the sprint, joking how she was glad she didn't have that hill...she wasn't kidding.  It was the same hill we ran up for the Can half, and it had to be at least 9-10% grade.  Did I get into my small chain ring? No, I did not.  I am such an idiot.  (Though I did pass several people grinding my gears and somehow got two QOMs on Strava doing so, so....uh....there).  The last 9 miles of the bike I tried to spin out, hammer the downhills, and not be a wimp.  Coming back into T2 i knew a sub hour would be close, and once again, got stuck in the coned area with little room to pass (I actually thought you weren't supposed to pass.  Turned out that what I thought the husband said....wasn't true and you could.  Whoops).  I pulled into T2 in 1:00:36, faster than my coach's projection (yay!) and :37 slower than I wanted to (yeah, yeah.  Arrow.  I know).  But...it was time to run!

Run:  44:37 (new 10k PR! - 7:22/mi)

I ran out of T2 with a big ass smile on my face, as I usually do.  God I love the run!  This run course is a two looper, pretty flat and some great chances to see friends on the course.  My instructions were to hold a 7:30 pace for the first 5k and let it rip for the second loop.  My first mile clocked in at 7:42 and I began to doubt myself - seemed a little slow, but let's settle in and see what happens.  I saw my friend Jeremy between mile 1 and 2 and he became my race photographer - thanks buddy!  I started having a blast, passing people (sadly, no women - I figured I was in 9th place at this point, as I came in run 1 in 10th and passed one woman on the bike).  Mile 2 took forever to come, until I looked down and saw I was 2.7 miles in - somehow I missed the beep.  Oops!  At this point, my buddy Bruce, who was on lap 2 and I saw at the turn around, was gaining on me, and yelled out "I'm coming for you, Rae!"  I yelled out "Dammit Bruce!"  and as he passed me, he yelled out "Your racing sucks!"  (Well, actually, it was "racing sucks" but my foggy brain misheard him.  Good thing.  I won't have to kill him now).  He veered off to finish, and my mile 3 clocked a 7:23, and the first 5k was a 22:31.  I'll take it.  I was feeling pretty good at this point, so I amped it up and nailed miles 4 and 5 in a mid 7:20 pace.  I started to get really tired here - I had been leapfrogging with one woman and really couldn't muster up enough energy to pass her.  She reassured me we weren't in the same age group and it woke me the hell up - if I settled now, I might not even place in my age group.  Well, we couldn't have that.  I turned on the gas, and saw a few women ahead of me.  Nope.  I can breathe in .5 miles.  I passed one, two, three, four women (said in my best Count voice) and sprinted that beast in, for a 7:02 final mile, and a shiny new PR for a 10k!

Post race - Greg, Sue, The Banter, Pants and the Outlaw

My overall finish time of 1:54:22 was good enough for 5th overall woman, behind 3 of those collegiate athletes.  I'll take it.  Less than a minute separated 5th and 10th place, which means kicking it in the end has merit!!

AG win!

Post race, Bruce and I did a 4 mile cool down, then hit the awards - we both won our age group and he had a freaking epic race!

....then we went out for another 6 miles.  Because he needed to hit 25 hours of training.  and because Bruce has horrible ideas.  And I like them.

So, for what its worth, Finger Lakes 2019 was a wrap.  It was not the race I wanted but I did what I could with the crazy train.

Next up is Barrelman half Ironman this upcoming weekend - its a race that was originally targeted as my A race of the season and the race to go under 6 hours.  Well, we know one of those is no longer a goal.  Stay tuned for pre race ramblings of an athlete tapering, coming soon to a blog near you!

DUH! Biz is 4!!

And then I blinked...and she was 4.  This crazy girl of mine is no longer a baby, or a toddler, we now have a full fledged "bizzy" little girl in the house!  Yesterday my little princess turned 4 and it was a day filled with all things "Frozen", cookie cake, barbie dolls and everything a big 4 year old could want!

Elisabeth, Biz, my Bixa - B....you are such an amazing little girl.  Every year I say it but I just can't even believe how quickly you have grown from being a little snuggler in my arms to so much your own little person - you are such a neat kiddo that it is such a gift to be able to watch you navigate this world, on your own terms, taking it fully by the horns and going full tilt at everything you do.  You go girl!

So, let's talk about the Bizzle...

Size - 38 pounds.  You still have the best appetite on the planet - you love slurpy noddles (pasta), cheese, pizza, broccoli, bad popcorn (popcorn popped with oil) and chips.  You eat all the things and aren't picky.  Such a growing, big girl!

Likes: You still adore the color pink.  Anything Elsa from frozen.  You love playing with slime, kinetic sand, and drawing.  You ADORE dance parties, and really have a thing for Billie Eilish's " Bad Guy" (DUH!)  (way to go mom).  You also love riding your bike, and....hold the phone....your first boyfriend, Jackson (Watch out, Dad!)

Dislikes: Carrots.  Going to bed.  Being told No.  Peanut butter (you little weirdo).  You don;t have many, but are very adamant about when something doesn't suit you.  You'll be a great cop one day (your new career ambition). 

Sleep: You're pretty good at this, but when you wake up in the middle of the night, you need snuggles!  Thank goodness Mom and Dad finally bought a king sized bed, though you still tend to sprawl out like a drunken octopus looking for his car keys.  (Man that was a good one.  Wish I could take credit).

Eating: See above.  You love food so much!  I swear you eat more than I do sometimes - its really neat to watch.  Your favorites are goldfishies, pizza, broccoli, chips and french fries.

Milestones/Firsts:

UPK/Pre K - You started full day Pre K this year!  Such a big girl!
Counting to 50 - You are such a smart kiddo.  Big bro helps out here!
Boyfriend - Yep, we met the boy next door (or about a half mile down the road).  Dad wants to have a talk with him....
Running!  You love running and can't wait to do your first mile run next month!

Best Moment: Oh baby girl, watching you bust out with all of your little "Biz"isms is just epic.  I love our dance parties to "Bad Guy" and "Sweet but Psycho" with cooking spoons as mics.  Doing Mommy Biz yoga (you are good!), playing with girlfriends (dolls) and our nighttime snuggle fests and Mommy singing your bedtime song "So In Love" (Tenerife Sea by Ed Sheeran).  Cooking and Baking together - Sunday pancakes are your fave. Really, it's the everyday wonder I see as you explore, sweetie.  I am so damned lucky to be your mommy and to see you experience the world full on!

Looking Forward to:  You start ballet next week and are so amped!  I can't wait to see my tiny dancer.  And to go to school open houses.  And to see all the wonderful creations you make. Every year gets so much more fun - Christmas, snow play, our first family vacation coming up this winter, and every little moment in between!  Thank you for making my world so much better every day just by being in it!  I love you!!