Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Wet

To sum up my Sunday Ride.. 4 flats (and frost burned hands from CO2 cartridges), 2 crashes, 1 broken crank arm (that was me?!), and 85 cold, soggy miles from BOCA to Yokohamas and back (thanks Ryan)

This is what the radar looked like when we woke up on Sunday morning....
see that little speck of dry...that's what we were hoping for....no dice
When in reality, Michelle posted this......and this is what it was actually doing on Oahu ALL day long on Sunday... 
Raining on the island, let's go for a ride! We saw the first radar and decided to head west, because, well, it never rains out in Waianae on the WestSide. Ha. Were we ever wrong. The first half of the ride went really well, we stayed relatively dry with very few mishaps. Although, I did get a little cranky from Makaha to the end of the road. But somehow I managed to get out of my head and turn it around for the ride back home. That is until my left crank arm just completely fell off?! What?! How does that happen, I guess when you get new cranks and the bolts aren't torqued tight enough, one of the crank arms will fall off. Thank goodness I was able to keep my bike upright and thank goodness Ray was there to save the day and reattach my arm until we got back to the shop! From that point on, it was just push, push, push, no more stopping until we get back. We made it, safe and sound and all in one piece, even with the crashes, wet roads, broken crank arms  and flats....what doesn't kill you makes you stronger right?

It was an eventful ride, definitely character building. Not a ride anyone would want to do on their own, it's good to have other crazy friends who will share in your pain on any given day (I do get the value of tough, painful, mental workouts you should do on your own as well).
If only you could really see how gritty, muddy, wet and dirty we all were
A good time was had by all. Hopefully next weekend we can stay dry!


Thursday, March 21, 2013

"Smashing" Thursday

Thursday's have been super fun lately....but first check out these sunsets from last night.....


I decided to skip swimming for the evening and go paddling for the first time, prone paddling. We probably paddled about 2-3 miles, well maybe not 3, but definitely close to 2....I've been SUPing before, but this was the first time I'd been prone paddling and I think I've found a new hobby! I don't know how much I'll be able to fit it in, but it's a good time for sure and I think that skipping swimming for this was alright based on the sorness of my shoulders/upper back and arms! I might start incorporating this into the rotation every once in a while, it was fun!

Anyways, Thursdays.....I usually meet Kim and Co. at Honolulu Club for a strength class and then we spin with Raul afterwards. Well given the circumstances this past weekend, Kim and I decided to take it to the roads and hit up Tantalus for some early morning fun. What a great view for a morning ride....


 Some tropical tantalus roads on a beautiful Thursday morning....
 Love, love, love my new kit!

Time for a bit of rest and then an evening run at Kakaako with the BOCA crew!


Friday, March 15, 2013

More Swimming....


There’s something to be said about swimming more when you’re a swimmer....to help benefit your race as a whole. People have been telling me since I started racing triathlons that I should swim more than I do. I didn't see the point. I've been a swimmer for 20+ years; I’m never going to get to the point where I’m swimming as much as I was in college, or even high school for that matter (nor do I want to be swimming 7,000+ yards a day). I can get in the water and swim a sub-30 or sub-60min swim with not a whole lot of effort. I just can, I've been swimming forever and it's just a part of me. I need to be swimming to do those times, don’t get me wrong, I can’t just get in the water and throw down those times, but I don’t need to be swimming 4-5 days a week at 7,000 yards a pop. That’s the nature of being a competitive swimmer for so long.

However, I have been swimming more consistently in the past two months or so and I can’t say that I've gotten much faster in the water (maybe decreased T-pace by 5 seconds-ish), but I sure do feel stronger and more consistent. And that's something isn't it!? Having a coach on deck that provides challenging practices as well as a few other swimmers in the pool pushing you along helps as well. 

I could still swim those times I mentioned earlier and maybe a bit faster, but with much less effort than it would have taken me last year. And that’s super important when you have two more disciplines to complete after you get out of the water. Only time will tell as races are about to commence for the season. But I’m excited about where my swimming is at and where it will be come race time.

Bubbles,
Lectie

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Hapalua take 2


I keep telling myself I’m going to start blogging again and I have very good intentions when I write a new post and then months go by and……crickets…..hopefully now that race season is starting up again I can get back on track. Not that what I have to say is very important or anyone reads this stuff, but it’s fun when I keep up with it.

I haven’t raced since October! That’s a long time to go without racing when you love to race! I ran part of the Honolulu Marathon with AJS and decided to call it quits early and spent the rest of the morning walking with RR, while she was taking her 6-week break from running, so that doesn’t really count as racing. A lot has happened since then and I’m excited to get back on here and start writing again.

The short version: wake up wayyyyyyy to early, drive to town, warm-up, pouring down rain, laugh about it, run soaking wet, drenched and happy, get a PR, catch up with friends, eat a malasada, drink some coffee, head home to spend the rest of the weekend with friends from out of town.

An early season race to get ride of the cobwebs: The Hapalua, Hawaii’s Half-Marathon. This was the second year of this race and they formatted it a little different than they did last year. Basically, they invited 3 super fast Kenyan runners once again, the reigning world record holder, Patrick Makau, (2:03:38), Jimmy Muindi and Nicholas Manza. In the Chase, the best local runners from Hawaii get a head start on some of the best professional runners in the world. The elites will chase down the local guys and girls to the finish line. In the end, Team Hawaii prevailed.

I woke up early, 415 for a 6am start. It had been raining ALL night long and I woke up to no rain, but wet roads, no big deal. As soon as I started my drive over the Pali into town it started pouring, still not concerned, it ALWAYS rains driving over the Pali and wouldn’t you know as soon as I dropped back into town the rain stopped. I found a parking spot, attached my number, grabbed a GU and some water and started walking to the start. I ran into a few friends on the way and decided to get in my warm up with them. I tried to convince one of them to run with me, but he didn’t like my plan so he bailed. No biggie, I was planning on running alone at my own pace anyways!

I get to the start line and it’s about 5:55, five minutes until go time, they start singing the national anthem and………the skies open up….it starts pouring. I have never been caught outside in such a downpour in my life. The rain pellets were HUGE and they totally water-logged me and 2000 of my closest friends. The only thing left to do was laugh; I was soaked, completely drenched and ready to run! At least I didn’t have to worry about dodging rain puddles in the streets I was already so wet it didn’t even matter.

Dry and blissfully unaware that we were about to get soaked!

The gun goes off and it’s go time, race time. This was the first race of the year and I always want a PR, it’s hard to not want one when you are a competitive person, but I was realistic and know that it is early in the season, I wanted to be in good form, not top form, not yet. I made it a point of not looking at my exact time from this race last year, but I knew in the ballpark where I was, I didn’t do the math on what it would take to do what I wanted to do, I just didn’t want to know, I wanted to race and be fast, but not know specific numbers. Well as soon as I started running I did a little mental math and figured everything out anyways. There goes that pre-race thinking. Going sub-1:30 is something I would like to do in the near future, but it would have been a long shot for this early in the season with the little half-marathon specific training I’ve done. I knew I could be close to a PR and wanted to be in the low 1:30 range. So I went for it.

Just took it a mile at a time; with the pelting down rain and pitch-black dark of the early morning the first few miles flew by and before I knew it I was 10k in, I only looked at my watch at the 5k and 10k marks, in those beginning miles. This is the first time, in a race, that I didn’t look at my watch every time it beeped at me each mile and it was kind of nice. I wanted to start off pretty quick and be able to hold on as long as possible, but was a little nervous about falling apart at the end. Raul told me to take it light post to light post, and that was what I did from 10k on, well maybe a little further than light post to light post, but when it got tough that’s what I focused on and what kept me going. I knew as soon as I got to the hill at Monsarrat, I’d be golden. Everyone I’d talked to before the race and even people racing kept saying they dreaded that hill, call me crazy, but I kinda like it.

Monsarrat and 3ish miles to go. People start falling apart running up that hill trying to get to the other side (probably because they have been psyching themselves out the entire race instead of embracing the hill!). Then you get a little downhill reprieve, the final uphill to the top of DiamondHead, downhill toward the park and the last turn to the finish.

I had been eyeing this girl ahead of me in bright orange shorts all day; just don’t let her out of sight. I gained a little bit of ground on her heading up Monsarrat and then climbing to the top of DiamondHead. We passed two other girls on those inclines. Then she took off down DiamondHead. I think I better work on my downhill running, I can run uphill, but then everyone always runs past me on the way back down. I made the final turn into the park and this street is always, always, always the longest street ever. I had nothing to lose at this point so I just went for it! I passed one more girl in that last ¼ mile and PRed this course by almost 2 minutes and got a new Half-Marathon PR as well.

Half-Marathons are not easy. I can go out and run 14 miles any given Sunday and feel fine the next day, but racing 13.1 is a bit different. I was sore yesterday! I started this day wanting to have a strong race. I knew I had put in enough training to have a solid run; a PR was an added bonus. I would LOVE to run sub 1:30 someday soon, but that will take a little more half-marathon specific training. All-in-all a great morning and an excellent start to the 2013 season!  




Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Kona in Pictures

Took me a little longer than anticipated, but here's a few pictures to recap my Kona....in no particular order
Finisher! 
exiting the swim....1/3 done...kind of....
 
I was enjoying the bike at this point in time

Everyone looks so excited to be wide awake at 3something am

new kick ass BlueSeventy training suit, thanks to Mike Orton

Planet Sunning it up

The plan to walk up Palani failed when I saw everyone cheering away on the sidelines
what a looooooooong day


I'm right over there by the orange bouy...don't you see me?!

not quite sure how I was still smiling at this point...but check out those guys....no shame....
thanks for making the trip Mom!

both feet off the ground in the finishers chute! 

not happy with life right now...

all smiles 

eyeballs
Thanks again to everyone who came out and supported throughout the long day. What an experience, I can't wait to be back again in the future!!

Moving

I'm going to TRY to start updating this thing more regularly again....while I do this, I will be changing the web address in order to find my ramblings. The new site will be lectiealtman.blogspot.com

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

KONA!


I'M BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Swim:
            Oddly enough, this was the part of the race I was most anxious about. I have heard so many stories about how the swim is a like churning washing machine, arms flailing, legs kicking, people everywhere…. not my idea of a good time. I like swimming by myself in my own lane in the pool staring at the black line on the bottom. This would NOT be that…at all. I talked with a few people before the swim to find out where to start and the general consensus was stay to the left, on the outside and on the left of the Ford car that is always floating in the water. Well, I get down the steps and into the water and, hmmmmmm, no Ford car, great! Now what? I got into the water with Ryan and told him I was just gonna go to the left. I stayed with him as long as I could, but he didn't go as far left as I wanted to so we parted ways. I was directly to the left of one of the orange buoys in the water, it seemed like a good place to start, I was comfortable with my decision. I pushed/swam (without touching anyone…I didn't want bad swimming Karma before the race started) my way to the very front line of people. Once I found my place in the masses, there was less than 10 minutes until the cannon went off. People were chatting and being relatively friendly amidst the chaos that was 1800 people in the water. Of course you always have the one guy who thinks he’s badass, “I guess everyone is a 54 swimmer today,” as he was looking at myself and the three other girls that were right near me. “I’m really going to swim a 54 and you people all think you’re fast, I’ll just trample over you at the start, people read women really need to know their places in these swim starts.” I wanted to clock the guy in the face, I didn't  But I did swim faster than him and I didn't even have a super fast swim!
            Anyways, we are treading water, the drums are beating, anticipation is building, you can faintly hear Mike Riley in the background talking about the race and what lies ahead for the day, there was a strange clam before the start of the race and then all of the sudden you hear someone shouting, “GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO,” there was no cannon (apparently it misfired or something), and everyone takes off. This was the part that I was so anxious about and it was over in an instant. I sprinted like crazy for probably less than 2 minutes and I found myself in fairly clear water. There were always people around me and I was able to catch a pretty good draft for the entire swim, but I never got touched once. So much for washing machine like swim. I was able to stay within myself during the swim, not get clobbered, look at the beautiful scenery and marine wildlife under water and keep up a pretty decent pace.
            The swim was pretty uneventful; it went by without any problems, it didn't exhaust me, it wasn't fast, it wasn't slow, and I was right where I wanted to be getting out of the water. I was racing in the Ironman World Championships! Before I knew it I could see the pier and the day was really going to begin.     
Swim Time: 1:00.23

T1:
            I made sure to rinse off in the “showers” on the Pier before heading into the changing tent, I didn't need any excess salt on my body to start the day. I knew a bunch of people that were working in T1 and I looked all over for them as I entered, but I guess they were helping other people at that time so I missed them, bummer. Transition would not be as easy and “fast” if it weren't for the wonderful volunteers. I just stood there while they did everything I told them to do, “sunglasses, arm coolers, helmet, race belt (note to self don’t put this on until T2 next time, it’s not necessary), nutrition.” They fixed me up and I was off.

The Bike:
            The dreaded bike. Hopefully, next time I write a race report it starts out with, the bike….loved it! I had to let this part of the race digest a little bit before I wanted to even think about writing about it. Had I written this a week ago, it would have been completely different. 112 miles is a long way, especially if you haven’t put in the bike miles. I had a little set back (piriformis/glute issue) after IM CdA and had to take a 3-4 week break from the bike, probably not the best thing for my bike fitness, but it seemed to all work out in the end. Anyways.
            The first 50-60 miles of the bike were uneventful. I felt like I was going at a pretty good pace, I wasn't struggling or fighting the wind, I was just cruising along. This should have been a clue as to what lay ahead, but apparently I wasn't thinking ahead, I was living in the moment. I was pleasantly surprised how easy the first half of the bike was…I never once felt like I was getting blown across the road and there definitely wasn't a headwind. Not a good sign for the ride back from Kawaihae. Although, I was getting passed and passed and passed and passed by other people on the course, I was able to stay positive and take in the fact that I was racing in Kona!!!
            Turn around in Hawi came in less than 3 hours! Super pumped about that, but the happy thoughts and good vibes on the bike stop there. Somehow my special needs bag got lost and I didn't get my nutrition in Hawi, I might have been a little upset about that, but I brought along what I thought would be enough calories to make up for that in case I didn't get those bottles. I probably should have brought more, or just not relied on special needs, I won’t do that again!
We flew down the hill from Hawi and I was still pretty happy with how things were going and then we made the turn back onto the Queen K. There’s not a whole lot to say about this last portion of the ride. I felt like I got smacked in the face with wind that wouldn't stop blowing. So much for a sweet tailwind on the way out, this headwind was killer. Either that or my lack of bike fitness leading up to the race was coming back to bite me in the bum. The crosswinds weren't bad, I never once felt like I needed to get out of my aero bars, but the headwind was relentless. I got off my bike twice to check to see if my breaks were rubbing. I was convinced they had to be. They weren't. I was convinced I had a flat, I didn't. I was going that slow. Somehow I managed to make it back to within 4 miles of T2 (mile 60-100 are a blur of “my breaks have to be rubbing, I think I’m getting a flat, when is this road going to end, Queen K with a headwind is NOT fun, OMG I want to throw my bike in the ocean, I know so many people racing right now, how come I haven’t seen anyone, am I really going that slow, ugh” it wasn't pretty) and who comes riding up the road screaming and yelling and cheering for everyone on the road, but Chrissie Wellington. That was the only thing that got me back to transition.
Bike Time: 6:11.18 (ugh)

T2:
            I took my time in T2, I was not in a good place mentally, there might have been a few tears, but I was almost done. Ha, almost, I still had a marathon to run. I can’t say enough good about the volunteers, they were super helpful and motivating and they are for sure what got me out of T2.

The Run:
            I knew the run was going to be a challenge. I’d done one “long” run since June and knew I was going to have to dig deep.      
            I saw Kim and my mom running out of transition to start the run and I’m pretty sure I didn't even acknowledge their cheers. SORRY! Down Ali’I drive for the first 10ish miles of the run, there are people lined up and down the streets cheering, partying and having an all around great time, while we are suffering! I saw some friends on the side of the road and yelled hi to them, I needed to do something to distract myself from how bad I was feeling, so instead of letting people yell and cheer for me I was on the lookout for people I knew so I could say hi! There was even a chalk message on the road for me! Thanks Nalani, Kurt and maybe Michelle too!!
            At the turn around on Ali’I Drive at mile 5ish, I still wasn't feeling great, but I  kept plugging along. I was walking through the aid stations to try to take in calories since I’m almost positive I was a bit calorie deficient after not getting my bottles at special needs on the bike. Finally, at about mile 6 I saw a friend!! I had caught up to Kathryn and chatted with her for a minute or so and tried to get her to run with me, but no dice, I told her to have a good run and I’d see her later. I saw Delo, Felipe, and a few others while running through town, a much needed energy boost at this point in time! Running through Kona town is pretty exciting there are lots of distractions, things to keep your mind off of what’s going on.
            I told EVERYONE that part of my plan was to walk up Palani hill. I could probably run up that steep thing just as fast as I could walk and it would take less effort, well that didn't really go according to plan. As soon as I made the turn up the hill there was the BOCA contingent, they might as well have been the whole crowd on that hill, they were great!! I started walking and then saw Raul and he told me I had to keep running, ugh, I just wanted to walk up this hill, but I started running, again. Thanks so much to everyone who came out and supported the race, this was a great place for you all to be, definitely a tough part of the run for sure! Toward the end of the group, I saw Nytro, finally, it’d been basically all day he was a sight for sore eyes! He ran up the hill with me for a while and at that point I wasn't able to take in any more calories, he told me I had to keep eating, I couldn't stop taking in yet, it was way too early in the run and I still had 16 miles to go, keep eating, keep taking in and keep running. (I guess it’s time to start drinking Coca Cola  when all else fails Coke will save the day. I try to hold off as long as possible before I start drinking that stuff, because once you start, you can’t stop).  Best advice of the day. He got me to the top of the hill, couldn't have done it without him and the rest of the BOCA squad. I said bye and I was on my own.
            Everyone said the Queen K is a lonely place. Well, it sure is and six miles along a highway with little to no cheering friends is a long ways to run, especially in the heat of the day. I made a friend during this portion of the run. A nice girl from Pittsburgh area, who did the whole race in a bathing suit! WHAT!? HOW?! I can understand doing a sprint or maybe an Olympic race in a suit, but an Ironman, this girl is tough! We kept flip flopping each other, I’d walk the aid stations so I could get my ice, coke, water, ice, she would run past me and then after the aid station I would pass her again. We chatted a bit and she was super encouraging throughout these lonely six miles.
            Every intersection, I was convinced that we were at the energy lab, but every intersection I was disappointed and just kept plugging along. Finally it came and I knew I was almost on my way home, running down into the energy lab was no problem at all, it’s downhill and you are getting closer and closer to heading back to town. You run to the bottom of the hill and then they make you turn and run about a ¼ mile before you actually get to turn around and head back out. Another friend! I saw Ryan at this point and that gave me another boost of energy. I made the turn, and was headed back up and out of the lab. On my way out I saw Ryan, said hi, chatted for a minute and kept on going, I knew it would be a bad idea to stop at this point or I wouldn't get going again.
            Back out on the Queen K. I was there for maybe five minutes and who comes riding down the road? Nytro to the rescue! How I needed him there at that point in time, he rode next to me for about three miles, being super supportive and encouraging. I was in a much better place mentally at this point thanks to him. I was actually able to hold a little conversation with him! Exactly what I needed! Had he not been there, I probably would have walked a lot of that last long stretch along the lonely Queen K. I was getting so close to town, but still had a ways to go, he told me that one of our other friends Burpie was right up in front of me and if I kept going, I would probably catch him very shortly. That was my new goal, keep running, keep smiling and catch Burpie! At this point he road back to catch up with a few of our other friends on the course and offer them some encouraging words and support to get them through some of those final miles. While, he was gone, I caught up to Burpie, he was struggling. We walked one aid station together, ran another mile and at the next aid station  he said he was going to walk again, I told him I was walking ALL the aid stations, we walked it and I started running again, he didn't follow…(that wasn't going to be the last of him though). Nytro caught back up to me, gave me some final words of encouragement and said he’d see me at the finish!
            I made the turn down Palani and saw the BOCA crew once again; at this point I had a huge smile plastered on my face because I knew I was almost done! I waved and said hi while I was flying down the hill, I have no idea where the finishing speed came from that I found in the last 1.5 miles, but it felt like I was out racing a 10k! Down Kuakini and the final turn before the final turn onto Ali’i Drive and the finish. Running down Ali’i Drive and into the finishers chute was an amazing experience. I was smiling from ear-to-ear, high flying all the kids on the side of the road and taking it all in. Everyone said to take in that last ¼ mile, enjoy it, it’s not something that everyone gets to experience and it’s something hard to put into words. I did just that, it was an awesome experience, one I will not soon forget. I entered the finishers chute and was beyond excited (and then Burpie blew past me with 1/10th of a mile to go, jerk!). I ran up the ramp and “Lectie Altman from Kailua, HI, YOU ARE AN IRONMAN!!” 
Run Time: 3:47.53


Race total: 11:07. 23, not to shabby for my 2nd Ironman!

Post Race:
        That was by far the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. I finished the race in just over 11 hours, under 11 would have been great, but given my month hiatus from training, I couldn't be happier with the outcome! Everything came together in the end and I was able to pull off a pretty successful race, in my opinion. If you would have asked me right after the race if I’d ever do another Ironman again, my answer would have been “HELL NO!”
            I was so incredibly exhausted, both physically and mentally. This race took a lot out of me. I had grand plans to come back to the finish at 11 and stay to watch all the midnight finishers (this will also happen someday!), but my body had other things to say about that. A trip to medical and multiple bathroom trips later, we were headed back to the condo.
            Thanks to everyone who came over and out to Kona to support me and all the other racers, what a great race and experience!! Even if I didn't mention you specifically in this little post, if I talked to you over my week in Kona, in person, by text, or by email, you were key in getting me to that finish line. I couldn't have done this race without the love and support of my family and friends. So thank you so much to everyone!! 

What’s next?
I’d love, love, love to race in Kona again and be able to actually race instead of hold on for dear life! I’ll be back for sure, when we will have to see what happens with my racing next season. The race calendar isn't set yet, but there will be racing and I’ll be back!  
It’s recovery time for me now and I’ll be back to posting more consistently again soon. 
Pictures from Kona ASAP