Hammerhead Ocean Marathon Race Report

Since my race schedule has been pretty much non-existent due to the mysterious injury, i was really excited to finally have an event i could actually participate in. i’ve been putting more time in the pool lately and feeling strong in the water and wanted to use this as a chance to check my progress.

i suppose doin all those sprints at master’s practice on friday may have not been the smartest strategy, but it was SO FUN, i couldn’t help myself. really, we broke up into 3 lanes (evenly paced) and the whole practice was sprints (100s, 50’s, and 25’s). i went hard. probably too hard for the day before a race, but having a day in the pool where i feel proud of myself and happy with my efforts has been rare lately, and i didn’t want to cut that feeling short. so i pressed on. sore legs and all. afterwards, i did a solid 20:00 (no breaks) abs/core workout followed by a good stretching and yoga session in hopes to loosen my muscles. according to my massage therapist later that night, i didn’t do a great job. i believe his exact words were “woah. that’s intense”. yeah. no kidding.

anyhoo– early to bed, early to rise. only, not that early. i woke up at 6, ate my prerace snack — frozen banana with 1T raw almond butter and went back to sleep. i love that i don’t get worked up about racign any more. without an ounce of nervousness or overthinking, i fell right back to sleep and didn’t get out of bed til 7 and i left my house at about 7:10. this year we all met at the parking lot just north of the pier — this worked so much better than last year. plus, we had access to the restrooms so we didn’t end up wandering around for 20 minutes to end up at mcdonalds to use theirs. (fail). the buses dropped us off 1.25 miles south and we headed to the water’s edge. i had half an apple cinnamon hammer gel about 10:00 out and was ready to go.

the conditions were exponentially better than last year. for one, there wasn’t any fog and i could actually see my hand in front of my face. also, the waves weren’t crashing down and tumbling everything in its way. so that was nice. the race start was the most competitive, per usual, but as soon as i cleared the first buoy, we all spread out pretty quickly.

overall, the swim went pretty well… minus the incident, of course.
about midway through the race, i took a stroke and out of nowhere something slapped my face. i swear, i saw nothing and still can’t quite figure out how or what happened. i guess it was a jellyfish, but it happened so quickly i have no idea. it hit hard and in my mind the thing had scales, but whatev. it got the left side of my face and the my right underarm. i never felt it hit my arm, but i felt the aftermath. it stung and burned so badly i thought my skin was melting. it’s weird though, i didn’t panic, i just evaluated the situation and looked around to make sure the coast was clear and started swimming again, once i regained feeling in my arm. (it went numb (i think) for what felt like minutes, but was probably just a few solid seconds). there were no other swimmers OR lifeguards around, so i just put my head down and kept going. never a dull moment.

i felt really good in the water. i’ve had the trouble in the past of losing my form during a race and feeling like i can’t control my stroke, but i felt like i was swimming in the pool– relaxed, good form. i did have to remind myself quite a few times “this is a race, pick up the speed”, but all in all i’m happy with my swim. i’ve gone much faster in the same distance but you can never really compare one ocean water swim to another– conditions vary way too much.

afterwards i found a lifegaurd and asked his advice about the stings and he gave me some gel to apply. lovely green goop all over my face and armpit. sexy, i know. i was told not to put fresh water, ice, or any of the things you’d think to use. whatever you’re thinking, do the opposite. so, now you know. you’re welcome.

also, the whole peeing on a sting thing is just a myth. if only someone had warned monica.

in the afternoon i wanted to get a little more cardio in, so i went to the y and did the elliptical (still can’t run) while i watched Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead. i highly recommend it. it’s a documentary about two men who make a life changing goal to get off their medications and achieve a healthy life. it’s on netflix, so find a machine (stationary bike, elliptical, arc trainer, etc) and your phone and do something good for yourself while you watch others do something good for themselves. it’s totally inspiring.

And on that note, i’ll be embarking on a juice fast for the next 3ish (might extend to 5) days. it’s not about weight loss, it’s about detoxing/cleansing and giving myself a fresh start. i don’t expect to detox too much since my diet already consists of all veggies/fruits/nuts as it is, but i think it’s a good idea to just set yourself back to zero every once in a while. i’m excited.

Race stats
swim time:

43:20

Ranking

AG: 1st place
OA: 7th

Things I could work on:

• figuring out how to pace myself and not let myself go too easy in races.
• not getting in the way of others

Totals

sea creatures: 2
doris: 0.

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My friends call me “Bootsie”.

And by friends, I mean “friends”.

i kid, i kid. now that it’s no longer a part of my daily wardrobe, all is forgiven.

now to figure out what to do with this atrocious footwear… anyone wanna have a bonfire? ;)

Recovery Routine

My post-workout recovery has been years of trial and error and evolution, but i finally feel like i’ve got it nailed down. It’s now become routine and it requires no thought. It actually came to be after waking up one Sunday morning (after a week of heavy training) feeling completely fresh and rested. that morning, i did one of my best long runs in training that i can remember and since then, i’ve kept my saturday routine just about the same. why mess with something that works? call me superstitious, but if i can have fresh legs on sunday, i’ll do whatever it takes.

the Florida sun is brutal so it’s really important to stay cool and hydrated even after your workout. So, the second i walk in the door, i grab a water bottle from the fridge and an ice pack from the freezer (for my neck). I sip the water while i get my recovery smoothie blended up. (recipe below). As soon as it’s ready and my vitamix is clean, i grab the keys and jump in the car and go down the street to the gas station. i’m pretty sure the folks working there have caught onto my routine, b/c today the girl looked at me (dripping with sweat, still wearing my fuelbelt and compression gear) and asked “Ice?”. Yup. 40 pounds, please. $6.40 later, I get my upperbody workout in just carrying these awkward bags.

Once I’m back home, i feed my dog, turn the cold water on in my bathtub, and start the coffee maker. I grab a sweatshirt and reluctantly get my legs in the water. A friend of mine gave me a great tip– get in the tub while the water is going BEFORE adding the ice, it’s much less intense. for real.

After the ice melts, i jump in the shower, get clean and go straight for the kitchen. My breakfast always consists of a nice bowl of gRAWnola– 1/2 cup of raw granola i purchase from my local farmer’s market (i make my own fairly often, but the cost of ingredients + ample prep time totally make it worth buying to me. i eat it daily, so i go through it faster than i can make it. I add in half a banana, half a peach, and whatever organic berries i have on hand (fresh or frozen) and top it all with almond milk (homemade when possible). I grab my coffee and plop down on the couch with whatever trashy tv i have on my DVR.

Recover(ite)y Smoothie
Ingredients

• 1.5 scoops Recoverite (citrus flavor)
• 3/4 c almond milk (add more for desired consistency)
• large handful frozen organic strawberries
• Few slices frozen Organic mango
• 1 tsp MSM powder
• 1 TBS goji berries
• 6 ice cubes
Blend all ingredients in vitamix until fully blended.
LOVE THIS.

i pretty much end up remaining on my couch after I slip on (well, more like battle with to get on) my compression ice sleeves (seriously genius idea) until the farmer’s market opens at 2, which usually is only about an hour at this point.

hey, it’s not for everyone, but it’s my weekend, and i wouldn’t trade it for a thing.

Day before the race.

tomorrow is race day. i’m ready. i can do this. for now, i’ve got a migraine and it’s time for bed.

Socks.

Yes, i did just title this post with one of the most boring elements of a person’s wardrobe…

Anyone who knows me well knows that I have a sort-of self-inflicted rule whereby I refuse to wear the same outfit twice. No, I don’t consider myself of those self-proclaimed “fashionistas” or even a terribly materialistic girly-girl, but for some reason I’ve just always been this way. I’ll never pair the same shirt with the same skirt with the same shoes. It just feels wrong to me. Doesn’t that shirt deserve to spend some time with some other skirts? Sure, I’ll wear a dress more than once a season (well, some of them, at least), but I’ll always change it up somehow– be it a necklace or a scarf or heels vs flats. Ok, i really am sounding like a materialistic girly-girl… i swear, i’m not. I do have a rather large closet (ok, ok, and maybe it is organized by color and item) and it is sometimes a burden to have to fumble through hundreds of wooden hangers to acquire a newly pieced together ensemble, but I typically get ready in less than 15 minutes– including feeding the dog, cooking my eggwhites, showering, AND getting dressed. Hey, my time is valuable and I get as MUCH sleep as i can before I crawl out of my bed and into my swim/bike/run routine.

But, i totally digress, back to the lame title: “socks”. so, yes, while it is rare that I ever wear an article of clothing more than once, and most definitely never in the same week, i make an exception when it comes to socks… and more specifically, my compression socks. I have 4 pairs of compression socks which i pretty much rotate out constantly. I wear them to bed every night and if i’m at home you can pretty much count on the fact that i’m rockin my thigh-highs. I usually keep at least one pair in my purse and break them out at work under my desk on days where i’ve got an evening workout planned.

So i guess that makes me a sock-wearin’ fashion lover… quite the oxymoron.

… but I never claimed to be normal.