Riding the Injury Rollercoaster (and a few words about Vineman)

Is it really September 30th … just one day before October?! How the heck did that happen?! It seems like summer came and went, and I honestly don’t know where it all disappeared to so fast. (A feeling I’m sure so many can relate to!). But as quickly as the last few months have passed, I cannot say they have been easy (something I also know many others can relate to!). For me July and August were primarily occupied with work and work travel, trying to do everything I could to heal up from my injury as quickly and completely as possible, and training that was still modified as a result of the injury. What I didn’t get to do much of, however, was race! As is no secret, I LOVE to race! I love to race hard, and I love to race often. Ordinarily, racing is one of the most defining aspects of my summer and something I am happy to be very consumed by. But this year I only raced ONE (??!!?!?!) time in the 3 month stretch from June 14th (the day I hurt my ankle) to September 19th. This is the least I have EVER raced, by far, since I first began competitive athletics back as a kid.

It has been so strange for me to do so little racing, especially right in the middle of the season, and I have missed it tremendously. This was certainly not what I had planned coming into the year, and I had several other races on my original schedule, but unfortunately my body just wouldn’t allow for the racing I had intended to do after the injury. There is perhaps nothing more difficult than missing out, especially on something your body and mind are so used to doing and your heart is so longing to get back to. But the reality is that as athletes we have to listen to, honor and respect the needs of our bodies, and likewise we have to give injuries the time and respect they need; even if it’s much more than we anticipate or want it to be! Skipping some of the races I’d really wanted to do this summer was disheartening and far from easy, but I knew it was the right thing to do, and the most advantageous thing I could do for myself in the long run.

I did make it to the one race that I really, really wanted to be at most this summer, if at all possible: the Vineman 140.6 (Iron-distance). This is a really special, important race to me that I try to be at and prioritize as my big summer race every year, and I was pretty determined not to miss it, so long as I was at least healthy enough to make it through the day without doing further damage to my ankle or significantly halting my healing process. After working with a couple of AWESOME physical therapists, I was confident that I would be able to get through the race without furthering the injury or having a significant impact. (Though I’m sure it certainly didn’t help with the healing process!). I was not so confident, however, in terms of my own preparedness, as I had only been able to run 5 times, for a total of about 50 miles, in the 6-week period leading into the race (and I was now about to try to run 26.2 miles at race pace!) — eek!

The Vineman ride, en route to a 3rd place female finish. Photo by Jeff Kapic.

The Vineman ride, en route to a 3rd place female finish. Photo by Jeff Kapic.

I knew that realistically I had to adjust my expectations ahead of Vineman given everything I’d been through and the fact that my body was not remotely close to the shape it would have been in had I not been still working through injury. This was hard for me, because initially this was my big mid-season A race, and I had some really big goals for it. I knew they probably weren’t attainable any more, but deep down I think the athlete in me still wanted to believe it was possible for me to achieve my goals despite the circumstances, and I held on to that belief coming into the race because, well, that’s what athletes must do: believe that anything is possible. Needless to say, expecting myself to race as fast 6-weeks-post-injury as I would have on a completely healthy body and a healthy, complete preparation period was certainly unrealistic, and it proved to be a Hurculean effort just to make it to the finish line. The run was tremendously difficult — much more so than I ever expected — and I made it through pretty much exclusively on grit and a whole lot of heart. (But it was far from pretty!). As it turned out, the race once again proved to be a very challenging day for many, and despite the circumstances I was still able to gut out a 3rd place overall female finish!

Woohoo, we got wine! So special to share the day with my sister, who won her division in the half aquabike!

Woohoo, we got wine! So special to share the day with my sister, who won her division in the 1/2 aquabike!

In hindsight, I know this was a huge accomplishment, especially given how much work and diligence it took just to make it to the start line, and even more so on to the finish line, let alone to end up on the podium. But I have to admit that when I first crossed the line, I cried. The whole experience was tremendously emotional for me, on so many levels, and I think I was just so overwhelmed by it all that when I made it across the line it was like a total release of all the emotions I’d been holding in since I first turned that ankle over back in Richmond. It was a whole confusing, conflicting jumble of: relief of having finished the race knowing how much I had to go through to get there; disappointment of having wanted to give so much more of myself to that day than I was ultimately able to, and not fulfilling that part of me that still chose to believe I could; sadness for myself thinking of how much challenge I’ve faced his year, but pride knowing how much I have overcome; gratitude for being able to be out there and doing what I love, even if not at full capacity; and so immensely wishing that I was back to 100%. That finish line came so differently than I had envisioned it would for many months beforehand, and the journey was so different than any other I’ve experienced en route to an Ironman finish. But once I had some time to reflect on everything, to feel a little less overcome by all the emotion surrounding it and a little less exhausted from the effort, I realized shortly after that this was an Ironman journey I should feel nothing but particularly proud of.

An emotional finish for an emotional journey. Photo by Jeff Kapic.

An emotional finish for an emotional journey. Photo by Jeff Kapic.

After Vineman, I really turned my focus and energy to trying to get my ankle healed as completely and as well as possible before Xterra Nationals (9/19) and Worlds (11/1). I took any other potential races I’d been looking at off the radar, knowing that what I really needed was just more time to get as healthy, strong and prepared as I could for those key events. Normally training races would be a big part of that preparation, but I had to take a different approach this time. My training was still somewhat modified as I worked to progress through various phases of recovery and gradually be able to do more things, but ultimately by the end of the summer I was able to do a LOT more than I had been at the start, which is a good feeling!

SO so happy to get back on the mountain bike!

SO so happy to get back on the mountain bike! Photo by August Teague

I knew when it first happened that this was ultimately going to be a pretty significant injury, but I had no idea just how long the healing process would be, or how much it would come to impact my entire season. Trying to get back to full capacity has been so much more challenging and involved than I anticipated, and it’s a process that is still ongoing. My left side has yet to return to full strength, and my range of motion is significantly limited. I’d be lying if I said it hasn’t been frustrating, or that I haven’t gotten discouraged. Honestly, I felt like I was just finally coming back into form after the hand surgery this winter when this injury happened, and in a lot of ways I felt like that brought me right back to square one, which was a pretty tough blow just when I was really gaining momentum and racing so well! It’s a challenge not to feel disheartened and feel like life is just really unfair sometimes (which, as we all know, it is!!). But I’ve done the best I can to keep my head up, stay focused on the things I can do, and try to find the opportunity in the situation.

When I hurt my knee in 2013, it really ended up to be a blessing in disguise, as I was forced to focus so much more on biking than I otherwise would have, and I saw tremendous gains in that discipline, with little impact on my running. I’ve tried to look at this in the same way in that perhaps it would enable to me to really focus on some of the small but fundamental things I always knew I needed to address but just hadn’t because I was so consumed by other aspects of my training. I decided to approach it as an opportunity to finally really address some of the other nagging issues with my body (hips, back, generally feeling like an 85-year-old who happens to be a professional triathlete, etc.), and hopefully get them sorted out, and also to really focus on my functional strength and mobility and make some big gains in the gym – something I otherwise would not be able to do during the middle of my season.

[I have to give a HUGE shout-out and thank you to Marty Schoonmaker for playing such a critical role in helping me get back to racing and going above and beyond with skill, professionalism and care to not only get my ankle better, but help me address additional issues to get my body to an even better state than before. If you have any physical therapy needs in the Tahoe area, I absolutely recommend her services and have been so impressed by her! And, of course, to Unleashed Coaching for helping me make continual adjustments to my training and racing plans in order to achieve the best long-term outcome, and for keeping me confident throughout the process!]

Staying focused on what I CAN do, and enjoying the ride! Head up, wings out! Photo by August Teague

Staying focused on what I CAN do, and enjoying the ride! Head up, wings out! Photo by August Teague

So I’ve done all I can to treat this as an opportunity, to see all the silver linings, and try to make the most of what I am capable of. Nonetheless, as is always the case with injury or really any setback, it has been a roller coaster. There are days when I feel like I’ve made huge progress and am really on my way to coming back stronger than ever, and then there are other days when I feel like things have completely regressed and it seems like the ankle will never be completely healed. I’ve had days when I feel super positive about the process and about my abilities to overcome all these challenges, and then I’ve had days when I’ve felt nothing but sorry for myself. I’ve had days when I’m able to keep things in perspective, credit myself for the progress I’ve made and the work I’ve put in and really take things one step at a time, and I’ve had days where I feel frustrated that I’m not yet where I think I should be. That’s the way it goes, I know: 2 steps forward, 1 step back. But you just have to keep on plugging along and trust that you are, indeed, making forward progress, even if it’s not consistent or fast! Patience is truly the toughest thing.

Of course I wish I could have raced more this year; I wish I could have carried through the summer that momentum I spent all spring building, with no hiccups. Of course I wish I was back to full-strength now, and able to race completely uninhibited. But the bottom line is that injuries and setbacks are part of the territory for athletes. No one is immune to the huge variety of challenges we can potentially face. As cliche as it sounds, it really is how you deal with those challenges that matters. When we’re constantly testing and pushing out limits, and when we know we are willing to cross that line and do crazy things like continue to run 2 miles on a terribly sprained ankle because we want to achieve our goals so badly, we must be willing to accept that sometimes there will be consequences. I am continually reminding myself of this, and that I’m working through this injury and the many other challenges so diligently because it’s something that I love, and because there is absolutely no way that I would ever want to give up. After all, every setback is a setup for a comeback.

Next up: Xterra National Championship race report!

Thanks for reading! :) – K

Breaking through (and paying a price) at Xterra East Champs

When I wrote my last blog post, almost a month ago now, I thought there was no way I’d ever possibly be further behind on race reports than I was at that time — at least that’s what I tried to promise myself. But, I was wrong, and I haven’t upheld that promise. To be fair, I had no idea quite how hectic things were going to get for me, or just how overwhelmed I was going to feel this summer.

It’s strange to think about the Xterra East Championship now, because it happened all the way back in mid-June, but it was such a pivotal moment for me in so many ways, and I am still feeling the effects of that race — both good and bad. A part of me feels like that was so long ago, and another part of me feels like it just happened! Once again it seems somewhat irrelevant to write a race report so far ‘after the fact,’ but since I’m still very much working through the injury I sustained there, and also working on writing an update about that progress, I suppose it makes sense to go back and start from the beginning of this journey toward recovery.

After Raleigh 70.3 I headed back to my “home away from home” in Atlanta with Lindsay, who is one of my best childhood friends. I was SO fortunate to be able to base myself there with Linds during my stay back east, and even more fortunate to be able to have so much time with her, not only because I love being around her so much, but because she also makes for an absolutely fantastic training partner! Lindsay and I grew up swimming and Nordic skiing together, and she is a huge reason why from the time I was just 9 or 10 years old my idea of “fun” has been to run/ski/swim/bike/etc until I feel like I can’t anymore. While other peers were out doing “normal” pre-teen/teenage activities, Lindsay and I were out skiing up and down mountains, running our favorite trails, racing down the pool lanes, and generally seeking out adventure in the fresh air any way we could find it. Lindsay managed to make even the monotony of staring at a black line at the bottom of the pool during our double day swim practices become fun, so needless to say she was a killer sidekick, and someone who has always pushed me to be a better athlete and person, and I am beyond grateful! 20 years later, and nothing has changed…

Following Raleigh I started a big training block to get ready for Vineman (Iron-distance) in July. I was doing a ton of volume and putting in some of the hardest work I had all season. Lindsay jumped right in, and did almost every single one of my workouts with me, right down to the longest rides and the hardest interval sessions. As someone who almost always trains alone, I cannot tell you how great it was to have a workout buddy to help me push through such a challenging couple of weeks, how much I appreciated it, and how impressed I was with her. I went to bed exhausted most nights, but I made some tremendous gains in fitness during that time, and Lindsay is a big reason I got through that training block so successfully and with so much joy. Thanks Linds (and you’re a STUD)!!

Putting in the work for Vineman and focusing on other longer-term/big-picture goals was the priority those last couple weeks back east, even though Xterra East Champs was the next race on the schedule, and one that meant a lot to me. I really wanted to do well there, and had already been thinking about it for weeks — even before Raleigh. I knew there was a good opportunity there with a few less starters in the pro field than the previous races and a race course that plays to my strengths, and I wanted so much to be able to seize that opportunity and have the day I knew I could. It was tough for me to continue pushing so hard in my training and keep the “bigger picture” in mind as the race approached, but I trusted in my coach to help me get to the race feeling just rested enough to have a good day while still acting on the bigger plan. Somehow he always knows exactly what I need to be doing even if it’s not what I may want to do in the moment, and as tired as I felt at the beginning of race week, and doubtful that I could actually achieve my big goals, my body pulled up just in time — and just as planned — for race day.

I was incredibly, uncharacteristically nervous coming into this race because my expectations were so high. I knew this was probably my best chance at finally getting on that podium, and also already one of my last chances for the Xterra season. While this course suits me well, it is very challenging in that it’s far more technically demanding than any other Xterra course on the US pro circuit — primarily on the bike, but on the swim and run too. It’s an incredibly unique and special course, but it is downright tough! Last year I came in with high hopes and a lot of excitement, but I had a terrible day after getting stuck in the current of the James River in the swim, and then running into mechanical trouble on the bike after taking a hard fall. I felt a bit haunted by that experience, which made me more nervous, but I was also eager to overcome it.

I was fortunate to be able to do a pre-ride on the course with Suzie, as she knows the trails better than anyone, and she was super kind and patient in showing me all the best lines and helping me feel really confident for race day. I also got to preview the swim course with Emma and CJ, which I was very grateful for, as I skipped that step last year and it turned into a pretty big disaster for me! This time I was totally prepared, and when race day came I was feeling strong, confident, ready and determined to have the day I knew I was capable of! To my absolute delight, it all came together for me to be able to put together my most solid swim-bike-run combo of the year so far, and I did have that day! But it wasn’t without a price…

I made it across the James River with no major navigation or current issues and felt really strong in the swim, coming out of the water in 6th place, all alone. On the bike I rode hard, aggressively, and technically well (which I was especially psyched about!). I passed two women on lap one to move into 4th, which got me fired up — I knew I was well-positioned to achieve my goals if I could hang in there! I rode with a tremendous sense of urgency to try to hold off the fast chasers behind me, but Maia was having an even better day behind and caught me at the beginning of lap two. This was actually totally great, as she is a really good person for me to ride with (very similar style and pace to mine, and very respectful on the trail!). We were able to work together to help each of us keep pushing harder, and after a few lead changes over the lap we came in quite close to one another, with Maia heading onto the run just ahead. This gave me a great carrot to chase after, as she is a phenomenal runner and was clearly having a terrific day, so I focused on keeping her in sight. I had no idea where anyone was behind me, but I was in 5th place, and I was going to do absolutely everything in my power not to give it up!

Photo courtesy of Karl Gordon

Photo courtesy of Karl Gordon

Photo courtesy of Karl Gordon

Photo courtesy of Karl Gordon

Photo by Bill Dickinson/ courtesy of Xterra

Photo by Bill Dickinson/ courtesy of Xterra

I felt really good starting the run, but it got harder and harder as it went on (funny how that works…!), and the temperature just seemed to get hotter and hotter! I refused to let myself think about anything other than how badly I wanted that podium and how close I was to this career-best day, and kept pushing as much as my body would let me, but the tank was draining fast! As my body got more fatigued, my mind fought that much harder to stay in the game and make up for my fading energy, and I felt desperate and frantic to get myself to that finish line. This was all a bad combination, and it manifested itself with just under 2 miles to go, as I was crossing the “dry way” of boulders back across the James River. My foot stepped one direction, but my brain was already on to the next one, and I landed on a twisted ankle and put all my weight down, hard. My whole foot went sideways underneath me in the most unnatural way, and I could feel everything stretch to try to accommodate it. It hurt, A LOT, and I knew it was bad, but I didn’t know just how bad. And in that moment I didn’t want know. I just wanted to get to the finish!

Continuing to run was probably not a smart choice at all, but as usual in these kind of circumstances it was the only one I knew how to make, and while the thought of stopping briefly crossed my mind, there was just no way I was going to do it at that point. (Sometimes tenacity has its downsides!). Running hurt, but thanks to a whole lot of adrenaline and even more desperate desire, I was able to keep going, and after the first couple minutes I didn’t even process the pain anymore. All I could think about was making it to the finish line and maintaining my position. I knew I was running much slower, and I knew there were some fast runners chasing me down (thought I still had no idea how far back), and I kept envisioning my podium finish just slipping away from me in those very last moments, when I had come so close. The thought alone was heartbreaking, and that fear of just missing out helped drive me to the finish. I may have been hobbling, but I was running scared, and that provides an amazing amount of motivation. I had done so much to get myself to this position, and I did not want to give it up!

When I made it to the finish, I was in total disbelief that I had actually still achieved my goal! I was completely elated, immensely satisfied, and even more relieved that it was over and I hadn’t had to watch the podium slip away from me. Major, happy breakthrough moment! Unfortunately though, I was also in a world of hurt. Yet again I was unable stay upright after I crossed the line, and I just laid in the fetal position under the finish tent misters (God bless whoever thought of this genius idea!!) as I tried to get my body to feel somewhat normal or at least less death-like after the all-out effort in 95-degree temps with equally brutal humidity. As much time as I’d now spent training and profusely sweating in the southeastern furnace, I totally thought I’d be more accustomed to it by that point, but it was really just as uncomfortably miserable as the first day I arrived, and my body clearly still hated heat as much as ever! I was so focused on trying to recover from the heat exhaustion that I almost forgot about my ankle, until I tried to stand up to go get ice from the med tent and realized that it had swelled up like a giant softball and I could put zero weight on it whatsoever! Suddenly I became acutely aware of how much it actually hurt sans adrenaline and fear, and once again it was back to the med tent for me!

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The swelling and pain got worse, and I knew things were not looking good. Immediately my thoughts shifted to what this would mean for me for Vineman and the rest of my season. I felt so nervous about what the implications might be, but I tried not to freak out before I had more information. The immediate focus became how I was going to get through the rest of the day in terms of getting out of the venue, making it back to Chapel Hill for the evening, and then making it back home. It all seemed extremely overwhelming at the time, as I was totally immobile and pretty much couldn’t do anything for myself.

Fortunately I had a whole host of amazing people that stepped in to help me out: from Debby and Rebecca helping me in the med tent; to Suzie helping me make my way up to the podium so I could finally have that moment I’d been waiting for (which was perfect in so many ways, really, because it was symbolic of all the other ways she’d helped me get there); to the amazing team of George, Kelli and Catherine helping me get all my stuff from the venue, driving me back to my homestay and literally carrying me inside; to Josh and Lora, my fabulous hosts, doing everything they could to make sure I was as comfortable as possible and helping me get organized and ready to go (right down to washing my bike for me!); to Allie already making plans back in North Carolina abut how to help me tackle the next steps of getting home. I am so tremendously grateful to all of you for helping me out and making me feel so supported, and truly can’t say thank you enough!

This girl has truly helped me achieve this goal in so many ways -- only fitting that she should walk me up to the podium! Photo by Jesse Peters / Courtesy of Xterra

This girl has truly helped me achieve this goal in so many ways — only fitting that she should walk me up to the podium! Photo by Jesse Peters / Courtesy of Xterra

Photo by Jesse Peters / Courtesy of Xterra

Women’s pro podium. Photo by Jesse Peters / Courtesy of Xterra

Table-sized dosa nearly gone! SO delicious!

Table-sized dosa nearly gone! SO delicious!

I managed to make it back to Allie’s in Chapel Hill that evening, but driving a manual car with a bum left ankle is no easy feat! The following day I was supposed to drive all the way back to Atlanta (6 hours) and then get on a plan to fly back across the country. Clearly that was not going to happen, and by the time I arrived at Allie’s she had already made a doctor’s appointment for me the next morning and was working on getting my flight changed — talk about ultimate hero status! The blessing in disguise was that I got to spend an extra day-and-a-half with her and Z in NC, and we even got to eat the table-sized dosas we had missed out on when I was there for the 70.3. BONUS! Allie took amazing care of me and it was so great to have some extra time to relax and start to recover before having to think about all the next steps.

Down but NOT out!

Down but NOT out!

I left NC in a boot and on crutches, on a new schedule (thanks to Allie’s truly remarkable negotiation skills and some refreshingly great accommodation from Delta) that enabled me to drive to Atlanta a full day later, and then not have to fly out until the following morning — SO much less hectic! I got wheelchair service all the way through the airports, which was awkward since I’m pretty sure I was the only person under 85 using this service, but also awesome because I got to by-pass the security line, and there is absolutely no way I could have possibly gotten through Atlanta airport without it. I was so, so happy to finally make it home after such a long time away, and eager to start working toward getting recovered and moving forward.

Coming home injured was absolutely no fun, but I also came home so satisfied with finally having the breakthrough I’d been waiting for, and a lot of great training and hard racing in the bank! It was an amazing trip, and I have so many people to thank for making it possible for me to do all three races out there, achieve my goals, and learn some great lessons along the way. Extra thanks again to Lindsay for putting up with me for so long, to Allie for going above and beyond for me, and to Lora and Josh for graciously opening up their home to me in Richmond!!

Once I was back, so began the emotional rollercoaster of working through the injury, trying to make it to Vineman, and continuing to await full recovery. That’s a journey I’m still taking, and it has been a tough one! More to come in the next post…!!

Thanks for reading! -K

Southeast Racing, Part One: Xterra ‘Bama and Raleigh 70.3

So much has happened since my last blog post. But between a big racing block, training for more racing, working my “real jobs” to support my racing, and now recovering from an injury incurred while racing, my time for writing has been seriously lacking. I’ve never been so far behind on race reports or done so little writing in general, but I guess life just gets in the way sometimes, and you have to just be okay with being months behind. As I mentioned in my last several-weeks-behind race report, it’s still worth it for me to write about my racing, even so much after the fact, because it helps me to process and learn from each experience.

I spent the end of spring as a pseudo-southerner, with a string of races that took me from Alabama to North Carolina to Virginia, and to Georgia in between each one. I ended up spending almost 5 weeks in the southeast on an extended trip, and despite doing way more than my fair share of sweating, I had an amazing time. I reunited with some of my favorite people, made some new friends, got in some great training (particularly heat training!), narrowly avoided developing a southern drawl, and grew deeply fond of places I never thought I would. But of course the primary focus of my trip was to race.

I had three very different race experiences during my stay down south. I approached each race differently, had pretty different results, and came away with unique lessons from each one. It’s fun to look at them all together in retrospect to see how much I’ve learned from the whole sum of experiences, and how much progress I made during the whole race trip. The first race, way back on May 16th (yes, I really am that far behind), was the Xterra Southeast Championship in Pelham, Alabama.

Xterra Southeast Champs: Taking A Risk, and Finding a New Level

One of my all-time favorite run course: fast, winding singletrack, through the trees and beautiful!

One of my favorite run courses: fast, winding singletrack, through the trees and beautiful!

This race is one of my all-time favorites. The course offers challenging but very fun riding with some great technical sections of root and rock, and a lot of tight, twisty single-track (much more of a true mountain bikers’ course than many other Xterra races); a straightforward, easy-to-navigate swim in calm, warm water; and a fast, mostly singletrack two-lap run through the trees and around the lake. With a more technical, dynamic mountain bike course and a flatter, faster run, this course was definitely well-suited to my strengths, and I felt really confident about what I could do here. After finishing 6th in Vegas at the first Xterra US Pro Series race, I was gunning for that podium. I wanted a top-5, and I believed I could get there, but I knew it was going to be a hot battle with the extremely deep field Xterra has developed this year, and a pro women’s start list bigger than the men’s, at nearly 20-strong. As always, I tried to balance my result-oriented expectations with a focus on my personal race plan and the things I needed to achieve in order to make sure I had the best day possible. In the end, that’s all you can do! I was most nervous about how my body would do with the heat and humidity, which is so different from what I’m used to out in uber-dry Northern California, and in the end that did turn out to be my biggest challenge.

The day started with a strong swim where I was able to hang on to some of the leaders for quite a bit longer than in Vegas… getting closer and closer! I swam stroke-for-stroke with the eventual race winner for most of the first lap, but we got separated just before the start of lap two. From then on I was on my own, but still in a good position and happy to have hung on as long as I had. Progress!!

I hit the bike feeling strong and eager to work my way up the field on a course that I felt great about. The only downside to the almost exclusively singletrack bike course is that it gets extremely congested (especially with the men’s amateur field starting just two minutes behind the pro women’s field), and I had a lot of challenge finding “clean air” and lost some pretty significant time getting stuck behind other competitors on the more technical sections and faster flats and downhills where I wanted to push the pace but just wasn’t able to. This was certainly a bummer, but that’s all part of racing, and something I need to learn how to better avoid! Despite some lost opportunity I had a pretty strong ride, and was happy to stay upright on the slick roots and rocks, as there was unfortunately some carnage among several of my competitors.

Xterra Photo

Photo courtesy of Xterra

After a tight battle on the bike with some of the other pro women I found myself entering T2 in 6th place, with two of the fastest runners in the field hot on my heels, only a few seconds behind. I didn’t know how far ahead any other women were, but the pressure from behind was overwhelming, and with such incredibly talented gals chasing me down I knew I would have to dig deeper and push myself harder than ever before if I wanted to hold them off. Historically I had never run as fast as these ladies, but I had been close before, and I wasn’t just going to rule myself out. Even though I knew they’d almost certainly still be faster today, I reminded myself anything was possible, and I made a decision — a commitment to myself — that I was going to do absolutely everything I could to stay ahead. I knew I’d have to turn myself inside out if I wanted to pull this off, but I was willing to do it. I also knew I had a great chance of blowing up tremendously, but I committed to taking the risk and took off running as hard as I possibly could, because frankly it was my only choice. I had to hold them off as long as possible, and if I completely failed trying then so be it, but there was really no other option. So I ran like I had nothing to lose and didn’t worry about the fact that I might not even make it to the finish at that pace. I ran harder and faster than I ever knew I could. A couple miles in I got passed (by the third-fastest runner of the day), and I was now into 7th. I hung on as long as I could and continued to run beyond what I’d thought I was capable of, through the rest of the lap.

By lap two I was hurting bad, and fading fast in the heat. But I was all in and willing to push until I failed — so I kept on pushing. About halfway through the lap, dehydrated and completely exhausted from the effort and the conditions, I started to get dizzy and disoriented. I didn’t really know where I was on the course and ultimately I can’t remember certain parts of that last lap of the race. But I told myself to just keep on running, putting one foot in front of the other, until I couldn’t run anymore. And I almost made it. With only about 2/3 of a mile to go, I rounded a corner and saw the next gal coming up behind, charging. I did all I could to keep ahead but I had absolutely nothing left, and after she passed me with only about half mile to go, I could barely stay upright and lost over 30 seconds (and $400!) in that tiny last portion of racing. Ouch!! I came across the line in 8th place covered in my own drool, collapsed, got carried to the med tent, and slowly came back to life after multiple IVs. Gooood times!

Our friend George took good care of both me and Suzie in the med tent after the race. What a guy!

Our friend George took good care of both me and Suzie in the med tent after the race. What a guy!

It was not at all the ending I’d foreseen or the result I’d wanted, and I had ultimately failed on the run, but in many ways this was a breakthrough day for me. I finished 2 places lower than in Vegas and came up short of that podium goal, but I’d had to fight way harder for this 8th place than that 6th place in Vegas, when the day had gone so well. Despite all of my efforts to prepare for the heat and to hydrate myself properly for this sweatbox of a race, I’d still messed it up. But I had emptied my tank like never before, and I learned to push at a whole new level. I took a huge risk, and I failed, but I had almost made it. And by taking that risk I learned I could run faster than I ever knew I could — even if for only about 4.5 out of 6 miles. I proved to myself that I can do more than I thought, and I need to continue to believe it, and go for it, every single time… even if I fail again. I’m happy I took that risk, pushed so hard and saw what I was capable of, despite the painful ending. And although I’d wanted more, I really wasn’t disappointed with my 8th place finish, because I knew I gave it everything. I still have a lot to learn about how to deal with the heat and humidity, and I would have loved to see what I might have achieved if not for that struggle, but I know this is something that will continue to improve.

All in all, this was an empowering day for me, and I know I was made that much stronger in the end by fighting such a fierce battle with these incredible, relentless women! Extra special thanks to Maia and Sara for challenging me to dig so deep and find that next level on the run. It hurt so bad, but it was worth it! I know we will only continue to have some great battles on these race courses and all become faster because of it. The whole women’s pro field impressed me so much here (as always), but I have to give a special shout-out to my LUNA teammate Suzie Snyder and my friend Debby Sullivan for what I thought were especially courageous races. Suzie crashed hard on the bike and separated her shoulder and still soldiered on to finish third — wow! Talk about bad ass and determined!! And despite having to change a flat four separate times and coming off the bike heaps behind the rest of the field, Debby did not give up. She pushed on and continued to demand the best of herself even knowing she was no longer in the race. I know how hard that is to do and how much gumption it actually takes to finish for no one but yourself, and I was impressed. Thanks for the inspiration ladies — all of you!!

I was very fortunate to get set up in a great homestay in Alabama with Suzie and fellow Xterra pro Chris Jeffrey (who finished a very strong 5th!). Our hosts were incredibly gracious; the perfect example of “southern hospitality,” and just really wonderful people. Having such a good setup, with friends, made the race weekend so much more relaxing and fun, and I am so thankful! From there it was back to my “home away from home” in Atlanta with one of my lifelong best friends, Lindsay, where I got settled in and started prepping for race #2, the Raleigh Ironman 70.3.

Ironman 70.3 Raleigh: A Personal Victory

Coming into the 70.3 in Raleigh, I had some unexpected challenges. Since I needed both my mountain bike and TT bike for this trip, I decided to fly with the mountain bike and ship the TT bike out via FedEx so I wouldn’t have to deal with dragging two bikes through the airport. I thought this was a good call, but it turned out to be a terrible one, as FedEx lost my bike in transit! Thankfully it was eventually found and finally made its way out to me, but not until 8 days after it was supposed to, so I was left with no road bike to train on for the two weeks leading up to the race. This is a big problem, especially when you’re already splitting your time between two types of riding, and every opportunity to focus on the specific race discipline is so valuable. I did all I could to make it work, from riding my mountain bike on the road to borrowing a clunky old commuter bike for a 5,000′ vert ride in North Georgia (ouchie!!) to putting in time on the stationary bike at Lindsay’s apartment complex gym. We modified my workouts and did the best we could, but ultimately not being able to practice on my race bike leading into the race, and missing a bunch of my planned bike volume, had a big impact.

Finally reunited with this beauty just in time for a pre-ride on part of the bike course! Jordan Lake in the background, where we swam.

Finally reunited with this beauty just in time for a pre-ride on part of the bike course! Jordan Lake in the background, where we swam.

So, I had to adjust my expectations a bit and really focus my perspective. After the disaster at Ironman 70.3 St. George, this race was really more of a personal conquest for me than anything. All I wanted to do was prove to myself that I could have a 70.3 race that I felt good about, and not worry what anybody else was doing but me. I did not set any result-based goals, but instead just focused completely on the process of my own race and checking off all of the little things I needed to do — and that were in my own own control — to have a successful race. This was a really refreshing perspective and it was nice to have zero pressure in terms of performance, especially since there was such a deep field of pro women here.

It was another cooker of a race day with temps up in the 90s by the end, and plenty of humidity to make it that much tougher! This meant another non-wetsuit swim in warm water, just like Alabama. I LOVE me a non-wetsuit swim and usually do really well in them, but that wasn’t the case here. I’m not sure why my swim went so poorly, because I had every reason to swim really well after working so hard on it, especially during my time in Atlanta with Lindsay (my favorite swim buddy of all time), and seeing some good progress in the Xterra swims. But for whatever reason, this was an off day and I did not swim well at all. I had a good start, but as the race went on I felt myself slip further and further back in the field. As I lost feet and as other women went by I told myself to try to stay on them, but my body just wasn’t responding. The swim felt long and hard, and I was so happy to see the finish, over 34 minutes later. This was a very slow time for me, and I was much farther back than anticipated. Disappointing, but it was on to the bike and time to look ahead.

Photo by Marshall Clawson

Photo by Marshall Clawson

All things considered, I was happy with my ride here. It wasn’t as fast as I would have liked, but it was right about where I expected to be considering the lack of TT riding while my bike was missing on top of this already being my weakness. I fought as hard as I could to hang in there and limit my losses, and didn’t worry about conserving any energy for the run. I still ended up getting passed by a few women, but was fortunate to have another pro right about my speed so we were able to push each other throughout the ride and ended up going back and forth a bit. It was great to have someone else in my territory to keep me on the accelerator. I felt a LOT better than the ride in St. George, and even though I’m still a ways off where I want to be with my biking on the road, and a ways from where I think I should be, I was happy with my effort and a ride time of 2:43:28. I still have a lot to figure out with my TT riding, but this was good progress and step in the right direction. I came into T2 at the back of the pro race, but I stayed focused on myself, what was still ahead of me, and what I needed to do to rock that run course!

As soon as I got out on the run I felt awesome! Better than expected and WORLDS better than in St. George. I was so happy to be feeling so strong, and determined to prove to myself that I could have the run I knew I was capable of. I passed the gal I’d been riding with right away, and she ended up dropping out of the race at that moment… bummer. I thought I might be able to catch some other runners ahead, but reminded myself to stay focused on ME and my own process. It was hot, hot, hot and I knew it was crucial to make sure I was fueling, hydrating and cooling myself properly, especially after the epic meltdown in Alabama. I did not want a repeat! I continued to feel strong through most of the first lap, and was in a really good mental space. I know how quickly things can turn in a 70.3, especially in those conditions, so I made sure to enjoy every step and just do all I could to try to stay in that positive mental state as long as possible. My first lap split was killer, at a sub-1:30 pace. Stoked! Just before the turn I passed another competitor who is also a friend of mine, and she offered some much appreciated encouragement. Lap two got hotter and harder, and I slowed considerably on the way out as the hills felt longer and steeper with each step. But I found a second wind at about mile 10, thanks in part to the amazing cheers from my homestay crew! I knew I couldn’t make up any more spots at that point, but focused on my watch and set a goal to run a sub-1:34. I kicked it in hard and turned in a 1:33:42 half marathon, which is one of my best run times for this distance. I was really pleased with that time, especially in the heat and humidity, where I struggle.

Running for home! Photo by the amazing Allie Bigelow

Running for home! Photo by the amazing Allie Bigelow

The strong run was definitely the highlight of the day for me, but overall I was happy with my race. I finished in 4:55:23, 18th pro female. I still believe I have more, and would have really liked to finish in sub-4:50, but I’ll take it! I’ve got some things to work on, and most of all need to be able to ride considerably faster to really be able to challenge more women and feel like I am “in the race,” but I checked off all my boxes today, took control of the things I could, and felt like I had a solid day all-around. This was a complete turn-around from St. George, and after all the doubt I had following that race, this was a welcome performance for sure!

The one and only Zachary Bigelow

The one and only Zachary Bigelow

I loved this race, and my whole experience in North Carolina was amazing. I was so fortunate to be able to stay with my good friend and Oiselle teammate Allie and her family on this trip, and I truly could not have asked for a better homestay. She went above and beyond in every way to make sure I had all I needed to have the best race possible and the most fun visit possible, and I absolutely enjoyed every moment I got to spend with Allie, her husband Demian (who also raced the 70.3 and did fantastic!) and their unbelievably smart, talented, sweet and spunky 10-year-old son Z. I really fell in love with the whole Raleigh/Durham/Chapel Hill area in a way I never expected and just loved my stay there. I hope to be back next year for sure!

From there it was back to Georgia for more training before returning to the dirt at Xterra East Champs in Richmond. This was a really big day for me with a breakthrough performance, but unfortunately it came with a price of the injury that I’m still working through. Full report and injury update to come in the next blog post, which WILL be up this weekend. That’s my goal, and I’m sticking to it! Thanks for reading, even after all this time! :) -K

Ironman 70.3 St. George: Falling Down and Getting Back Up

Ironman 70.3 St. George was one of the most disappointing performances I’ve turned in in a long time. But as I mentioned in my last post, I think it was also one of the most important days I have experienced. And because of that it’s also a day that, in the end, I am proud of.

I did everything I could to set myself up for a great performance here, and I honestly thought I’d done it all right, and this could be a breakout day for me. I prioritized this race heavily, tailoring my training plan and workouts to doing well here, and ultimately putting Xterra Vegas on the backburner. I spent almost a full week in St. George getting acclimated and getting to know the course even better than I already did. I was “all in.” I felt great leading into the race, and while I didn’t have huge result expectations in such a deep and tremendously talented pro field, I believed I could put together an exceptionally strong race on a personal level. I felt nothing but optimistic.

Taking in the St. George beauty on a pre-ride. Photo by August Teague.

Taking in the St. George beauty on a pre-ride. Photo by August Teague.

But when race day came, I simply didn’t have it. I’m honestly not sure where things went wrong, and even still I don’t really know. But for whatever reason, my body was just not ready to perform on that day. There really were no shining or even redeeming moments at all throughout the event — basically just sub-par racing, and MAJOR struggling, from start to finish. Couldn’t hang with the group in the swim, so I ended up alone and off the back… could not generate power on the bike despite the tremendous amount of work I’d been putting in to that specific thing and the progress I’d made in training, and fell further and further behind… suffered so bad on the run I wanted nothing more than to just stop right in the middle… etc, etc…

It was a downright terrible day. Nothing went particularly horrible in itself, and I really don’t have any specific incident to blame or excuse to fall back on.  But nothing went well either… or even semi-well. It was just plain hard, and frankly not fun at all. Needless to say, it was not the day I’d planned for and envisioned.

But the thing is, these days happen. Not everyday can be a good day. Sometimes, no matter how much or how well you prepare, your body still doesn’t show up when it’s supposed to, and the day you expected to be great suddenly becomes awful. Some days are just not good, and you can’t even find a reason. It’s a huge bummer, but it happens. There’s really not much you can do about it, but you can do something with it. And that is a conscious decision.

The BEAUTIFUL swim site at Sand Hollow (and also our campsite for the week!)

The BEAUTIFUL swim site at Sand Hollow (and also our campsite for the week!)

After I got out of the water alone in St. George, with only a couple girls left behind me, I was concerned, but still determined I could turn things around. Once I neared the end of the bike and saw how far off the pace I was (with a bike time almost 10 minute slower than the year before — yikes!!), I knew the day had already fallen apart, but I tried to keep an open mind and just see what I could do on the run. By the time I hit mile 6 of that half-marathon and felt any last ounces of energy I had in my body start to evaporate, all I wanted to do was stop. My body was done, I was wayyy off the pace, and I honestly questioned why I was still out there suffering so bad when I was just going to turn in a terrible result. Why not just stop right there and end the struggle?

But I didn’t stop. Because that’s not who I am, and I couldn’t just give up on myself because things weren’t going well. Unfortunately there was nothing I could do to make the day go better for me at that point, but I told myself that I could decide how I wanted to handle this bad day. I could make the choice to stop and look ahead to the next race, or I could make the choice to carry on, give everything I could even if it wasn’t much, and get to the finish line. I know many people might choose the first option, looking to conserve energy for the next race efforts, and ultimately they’re probably smarter or at least more sensible athletes than me. But I don’t like giving up, whether it’s the right choice or not, and I wanted to stick this one out, despite how much I was struggling. I wanted to see it through, and I wanted to get all I could from myself for the remainder of that horrible run. In the end, I did that. I crossed the line knowing that even though my body had so little to give that day, I gave everything I had, and I hung as tough as I possibly could. Maybe that wasn’t the smart decision as a professional athlete, but it was the right decision for me — because it was the only one I really knew how to make.

Exploring the red rocks above St. George on my off day. This trip really was super fun outside of the race, and St. George is a GREAT place!

Exploring the red rocks above St. George on my off day. This trip really was super fun outside of the race, and St. George is a GREAT place!

After I finished, I was massively disappointed with my performance, because I’d expected so much more from myself, and especially because I just couldn’t understand where things had gone wrong. It’s always the most frustrating when you can’t pinpoint the problem so you know what to change next time. I am generally pretty good at shaking off a poor result and looking ahead to the next opportunity, but this time I really felt defeated — I think because I had focused so specifically on this race, and I truly thought I would rise to the occasion. But instead, I felt like I failed. I felt like all the time spent on the race and in St. George was a waste. I really started to question myself and whether it made sense for me to be focusing on 70.3 racing, or if I simply “wasn’t good enough” at this distance. I made a hard choice this year with my coach to focus primarily on these races over Xterra because I thought it would be the best thing for my development all around, and would ultimately make me better at both in the long run. But after this race I seriously contemplated whether I should just throw in the towel on road racing, and shift my primary focus over to the area where I’m having strong success right now (Xterra). Why put myself through that again?! As I said, I really let this result get to me, and I’m not fully sure why… Fortunately, after I had a bit more time to process everything and get more recovered from my “epic disaster of a race,” I also had some time to calm down, stop viewing it all so dramatically, and get some rational perspective back.

I realized that while St. George certainly hadn’t been anywhere near the race I’d hoped for, I still had many reasons to be proud of what I had done there. I realized these types of “performances” are actually in many ways the most challenging of all, and they are certainly the most important. Because as much as I felt impacted by this race as it was, I knew I would have felt that much worse if I hadn’t pushed through it and had just given up. Ultimately, It’s easy to give all of yourself on the days when you’re excelling. Digging deep and finding that extra little bit just comes naturally. But when you’re not having a good day, or you’re at the back of the pack, it’s much harder to convince yourself to keep on pushing. You have to find that tenacity inside and will yourself through it. It takes a lot of heart and grit to get through a day like that. In many ways, these tough days are the ones we should actually be most proud to complete. And they are the ones that make us strongest in the end.

Taking in the St. George views from above! Run course right below...

Taking in the St. George views from above! Run course right below…

How we choose to handle our bad days, and what we choose to do with them, is so incredibly important, and that’s why these days should never be overlooked. They are a crucial part of the racing experience, and what make the good days that much better. We have to learn how to get through them, to take everything we can from them, and to move forward as a stronger and wiser athlete. In order to really succeed, we have to understand how to fail, and how to turn that failure around. We have to learn how to fall down, and to get back up. (Thanks to my friend Lenka for sending me a PERFECT Chinese Proverb after the race that read “Giving up is not falling down, but refusing to get up,” which inspired me in so many ways!).

I fell down in St. George, and I wasn’t even sure at first whether I wanted to get back up. I considered cancelling my plans to race the Raleigh 70.3, and just focusing on the remaining Xterras instead. But thanks to some good reflection, a lot of incredibly encouraging words from others, and a good hard chat with my coach, I decided there was absolutely no way I wasn’t going to “get back up” and keep on pushing. It seems these races are a challenge for me right now, but that’s precisely why I think I need to keep on doing them. I need to prove to myself that I can achieve my goals, or at least do the best I can to get there, and not just give up on them or change my plans to steer away from what I’m least successful at. I don’t want to have to wonder what I could have done if I’d stuck with it! So, here I am in Raleigh, having put in another very focused road training block, and ready to give it absolutely everything I have out there for tomorrow’s 70.3. My goals are 100 percent personal, with NO result-oriented expectations, and I cannot wait to try my very hardest to make them happen.


Xterra Las Vegas (and the Ups and Downs of Racing)

My race season is now in full swing, and with the most extensive travel taking place these first few months, I’m already behind on race reports… shocker! At any rate, it feels really great to be fully engrossed in the race scene again, despite the relative chaos and complete lack of free time. ;) I recently completed an 11-day road trip to Southern Nevada and Utah, where I competed in the first two races of my 2015 pro season: Xterra West Championships in Las Vegas and the Ironman 70.3 US Pro Championship in St. George, UT. I’m already back on the road again, now in the southeast, having just raced Xterra Alabama and preparing for the upcoming Raleigh 70.3 race. But I still want to take a little time to reflect on those first two races, even if I’m already on to the next… (more so for me than for anybody else, as writing about them really helps me process things in my mind and get the most out of my learning experience from each race).

While the Xterra Vegas and St. George 70.3 races took place back-to-back weekends, in close proximity and in very similar environments, my experiences couldn’t have been more different. Looking at them both in retrospect now, it’s a perfect illustration of the ups and downs of racing, because while one of these races went really well, just a week later the next one was terrible! But that’s the way it goes, in racing and in life… I guess you just have to “keep on keeping on,” be thankful for the ups, and even for the downs… because they make the ups that much sweeter, and they teach us so much about how to get there. Ultimately, I think the lows of racing are actually more important than the highs — they are what really define our character and strength as athletes, and what make us progress the most. That’s why, despite getting a pro-career-best result in Las Vegas, I honestly think my very sub-par performance in St. George was a more important day. Because as immensely disappointed as I was with that result and that day, I know how much I will get out of having gotten through it and not given up, and I know how much more disappointed I would have been if I had given up.

But that doesn’t mean I’m not still fired up about how things went down in Las Vegas!

Xterra Las Vegas: Moving On Up!

Going into Xterra Vegas, I had some clear goals, but I wasn’t totally sure what to expect. I didn’t feel I had a great sense of where I was at since my injury had thrown things off so much in my lead-in to the season, and the couple pre-season races I did get to do were very “so-so” with just coming back. But I knew having those under my belt would be a huge boost in getting me ready for this pro season opener, and I felt like I was finally starting to come in to form. Despite all the scrambling and unanticipated challenges, the pieces were coming together! So I decided there was really no reason why I couldn’t have a great race here.

I’m really glad I made that decision and didn’t let myself be held back by any doubts or concerns about where my body was at or the challenges I’d faced this winter, because it ended up being a great day! Coming in, I had set my sights on a top-5 finish. I try to set pre-race goals that are not just result oriented, but rather things that are in my personal control, regardless of others. But make no mistake, I was still shooting for that podium! I’ve never made it into the top-5 at an Xterra pro race before (last year my best finish was 7th, which I achieved twice), but I was confident it was attainable for me here, despite my pre-season challenges. I knew I’d have to have a great day and fight crazy hard, but I definitely felt it was within reach, and this was as good an opportunity as any! I felt surprisingly good leading into the race, and all my pre-race preparations had gone  well. The course was in great shape, and the weather was exceptionally cool for Las Vegas. I was thrilled about the overcast skies and mild temps on race morning (given my total lack of heat exposure so far this year), and was generally feeling super positive about how things were shaping up for the race ahead.

Heading out on a lonely 2nd lap! Photo by August Teague.

Heading out on a lonely 2nd lap! Photo by August Teague.

As soon as we hit the water and the gun went off, I was feeling strong. I’d had an absolutely horrendous swim at the local Xterra I did back in March, and had some issues with my thumb getting bashed around in the mass start, but I’ve been putting in some very focused swim work, so I was confident things could go a lot better here. I had a great start and found myself swimming alongside some of the top female pros, and hanging in pretty comfortably. I was both surprised and stoked to see who I was in the company of, but tried to stay calm, remind myself this was where I should be, and just focus on doing everything I could to stay there. I hung on through the first buoy, but as we rounded the turn back to the beach to start lap two, the swimmers around me got super aggressive and I started to get bumped around and way off line. I sort of just let this happen, allowing them to essentially bump me out of the way, and I ultimately got dropped. For a bit I could still see the bubbles ahead of me and I tried to just hang on to them as long as I could, but eventually they got more and more faint and then I was alone. I was disappointed I had let myself get bumped off, because I really had felt pretty comfortable with the pace. I vowed to not let that happen again, and to try to stay on longer next time, and I swam on.

I got out of the water in about 8th place, and by the time I reached T1 another competitor was right on my heels. She ended up crushing the transition to exit ahead of me, but once I got on the bike I set my sights on her and caught back up. Sometimes I get stressed being in tight head-to-head battles with others, but I reminded myself to work with her on the bike, to use that to my advantage and hopefully bring us both closer to some of the next competitors up ahead. Unfortunately that didn’t work out as smoothly I hoped, as we had pretty opposite strengths and seemed to have a hard time making them come together. I moved by her fairly quickly, but then she charged up the first long, steep uphill to move back in front of me just before the top. Consequently, I got stuck behind on the downhill and had to hold back a lot of speed. This is always a bummer, as it’s easy time lost. Onto the next gruelingly steep uphill, she was super strong again and I got gapped, but I made it right back on the descent, and then was once again trapped behind.

This carried on for much of the first lap, with me gaining time on the downhills, flatter or technical sections, but then not really being able to get away because I would either not have room to get around or I’d get caught back up on the next climb. This was a little frustrating as I felt I was loosing a ton of time and opportunity on the descents, and I’m sure it was frustrating for her as well. All part of the challenge of racing though… just gotta make it work! I tried to go around in the loose, rocky lines on some of the downhills and it worked sometimes, but I couldn’t make a clear breakaway. Finally near the end of the first lap I put in a hard surge as we went over the top of the last climb before the most technical descent, really not wanting a clear path ahead. I just made it out in front and charged the descent hard. This was followed by one of the more technical sections, which I was able to ride nice and clean, and that ended up being enough for me to get a good breakaway.

Charging hard on the Orbea Alma! Photo by August Teague.

Charging hard on the Orbea Alma! Photo courtesy of Xterra.

By that point we’d already passed another gal, and shortly after I made one more pass to move myself into 6th place. I charged as hard as I could trying to track down that top 5, and never looked back! This ride is deceivingly challenging. It’s not particularly technical, but there are some sketchy spots with really loose, dry dirt, and there is some very steep terrain. The climbs are pretty relentless! It’s funny, I always sort of manage to forget just how hard triathlon racing really is when I haven’t done it for a bit, and then I am brutally reminded at the beginning of the year! This stuff is TOUGH!!

I cut a bit of time into 5th place over the rest of the bike course, but still hit the run in 6th. I was so determined to move up, but I saw on my way out of T2 that I had some speedy women in hot pursuit! I would need to give absolutely everything I had on this run. I was confident in my running abilities, but hadn’t had much practice thus far with running off the bike at race pace, and given how hard I’d already pushed I had no idea how well I’d be able to run. Fortunately my legs came around quickly, and I ended up feeling really strong… just not quite strong enough! The run covers two of the same massive climbs as the bike course, and on the first one another competitor came flying by me. I was slightly deflated but knew I was still running strong with a chance to catch more women ahead, so I carried on and tried to keep her in sight. I was having a great day, and I wanted to keep it that way. She was gaining more time, but I could now see the next competitor up ahead, so I set my sights and worked to make my way up to her. I knew there were still other fast runners behind, but I just stayed focused on what was in front of me and tried not to think about anything else — including how much this was hurting! Once I got onto her heels I dug deep and made the pass, moving myself back into 6th place again. I pushed as hard as I could to make it stick, and then just tried to make it to the finish line as soon as possible before anybody else could snatch it away from me! I crossed the line in 6th, only about a minute-and-a-half off the podium, but pretty elated with a career-best pro performance and what was overall one of the strongest days I’d had in a long time.

Thrilled to cross this finish line! Photo by August Teague.

Thrilled to cross this finish line! Photo by August Teague.

I felt really solid from start to finish, and most importantly I knew I’d had the best race I possibly could that day. I had given it everything, and there really wasn’t much I would have changed about my race (okay, other than trying to hang on longer in the swim and get around earlier in the bike…). It was a bit bittersweet to come so close to the podium and just miss out, but I was definitely satisfied with my performance and would rank it as one of my best. I ended up having several gals within just another minute or so behind me, so it was certainly a very tight race — and a great battle — all the way down to the line. It was really nice to be on the right end of it this time, as so many other times I have just fallen to the wrong side of those tight battles and missed out on several places by the smallest time margin. It’s great to see the depth of the women’s Xterra pro field expanding so much, and the field just continue to get stronger. Last year I finished 7th in this race, but I was all alone. Once I got dropped from 6th halfway through the bike, I had no challengers from behind and nobody in striking distance out front, so this year’s result was much more hard-fought than that had been. I know that with this field of strong, talented women — and fierce competitors — there will be a lot more battling throughout the rest of this season! I think many of us are very evenly matched, and it could be anybody’s day at any point, so it will all come down to who has more to give within the race. Should be exciting and challenging, and ultimately make each of us better!

All in all, I am very happy with how things shaped up in Vegas, particularly given everything that went on for me during the off-season. To reach a new career best when it is least expected after a challenging few months is awesome. That being said, however, I think I definitely still have a lot more in me. I do feel that I’m still on my way back and continuing to get stronger, and I think there’s more potential there for sure (including that elusive podium finish — I know I can get there!). I’m certainly not in top form yet, and wouldn’t want to be at this point, with the season lasting all the way through early November and the most important races still months away. This was a solid day, and a great sign of steady progress toward what is to come, but it was by no means perfect. There’s room for improvement, and untapped potential — and that’s a great thing! Now to figure out how to tap into it… :)

I think the biggest takeaway of this race for me is to always keep an open mind about the possibilities and to never stop believing in yourself and your potential no matter what the circumstances are. This is a recurring theme for me, and really at the core of how I define myself as a racer, but this was yet another good reminder of how important it really is. I think it’s totally fine and appropriate to adjust expectations based on personal circumstances or those around you, but you have to not lose sight of what you want and what you believe you are capable of. This is a conscious choice that we all have to make every time we line up at the starting line, and sometimes it isn’t so easy. But as much as I can possibly help it, I choose to keep believing! The quest for the podium continues…

So great to race and share the trip with my LUNA teammate Suzie, who finished third! Photo by August Teague.

So great to race and share the trip with my LUNA teammate Suzie, who finished third! Photo by August Teague.

I’d hoped to get some words about my experience in St. George in here as well, but that will have to come next, followed by an update on my southeast racing adventure! So much writing to be done when there’s so much racing going on… it’s tough to keep up! :) Thanks for reading! – K

A long over-due update on injury, overcoming adversity and getting ready to RACE!

Wow, I can’t believe how long it has been since my last blog post… shameful! Looking back at what I wrote in January, and particularly how I started that post, I can say that not much has changed — but I am trying to make good on my promise to myself to maintain the approach I resolved to adapt at that time. Once again, I’ve been meaning to post an update for some time now, but it has continually gotten put on the backburner behind all the other tasks piling up on the plate. But, true to my resolution, I’ve had to accept that I can only do the best I can to get through one thing at a time, and be content with my best effort. Now that my race season has arrived, though, I’m very much looking forward to having triathlon and racing become more front and center in my life once again.

Lots has happened since I last posted, but unfortunately it hasn’t been anything I’ve been too excited to write about, mainly because I didn’t want to hyper-focus on the negatives, and also because I wanted to be out doing other stuff that kept me distracted and seeking out some FUN! The most defining event of my off-season was that just a few days after my last blog update, in mid-January, I crashed on a training ride with a friend and hyper-extended my thumb. It was a completely silly crash (as is always the case), and while my thumb hurt after extending it around my handlebars, I didn’t think it was a big deal. In true endurance athlete style, I was mainly focused on: 1. The fact that I was pissed I hadn’t made it through the line I’d made so many times before, and 2. The fact that we still had 2 hours of scheduled riding ahead of us, it was a beautiful day with great company, and I wanted to be out there. So I kept on riding. Things didn’t quite feel right and I couldn’t push the lever to shift gears, but I thought my thumb was just a little tweaked. After the ride it was sore and swollen, but I really didn’t think it was anything that serious because it didn’t seem to hurt that bad. (A perfect example of how an athletes’ high pain tolerance can ultimately be our worst enemy in addition to our best friend.)

ThumbThe next day I had to leave for a big four-day work trade show out in Utah, and then as soon as I got home I had to head out on the road for about a week-and-a-half down in the Bay Area, also for work. So all said and done, by the time I finally got in to get my thumb checked when it continued to be sore and never regain strength or functionality, it was over two weeks after the injury had occurred. It didn’t take long at all for the experts to determine that I’d completely torn my Ulner Collateral Ligament (UCL), and would need to get it repaired. We got a surgery scheduled as soon as possible since it had been so much time since the injury, and within a few days I was headed into my first ever surgery.

Recovering at my parents' house

Recovering at my parents’ house. Two thumbs UP!

The procedure itself went really well, but the next few days were ROUGH! Having never had surgery before, I had a really hard time dealing with the effects of the meds, and ended up feeling really sick. After a few days of being pretty much miserable and totally dysfunctional, I slowly started coming back to life. I owe a tremendous amount of thanks to the many people who helped me get through those first few days and beyond into the recovery process. It’s funny… as bummed out as I was to be injured, I can’t tell you how fortunate this event made me feel because of all the incredible support I received. I was amazed at how people stepped in to help me get through the small daily tasks that became a challenge (prepping food, cleaning, writing, showering/maintaining any sense of personal hygiene, driving, etc.), to offer some major mental pick-me-ups, to keep me entertained, and to share insight and advice. From my parents taking care of me those first few days to my friend Lizzy acting as my over-the-phone nurse, to numerous friends stopping by to check in and keep me well-fed, to care packages in the mail to cheer me up, to my friends Heather and PJ getting me out on my first hike post-surgery and helping me wash my hair for the first time in over a week… the list goes on and on, and I could not be more grateful! Being injured sucks, but having amazing people in your corner to help you get through it is AWESOME! This was a great reminder of how lucky I am to have such wonderful, caring people in my life.

Handmade chocolates make for a GREAT care package! Thanks Sabra!

Handmade chocolates make for a GREAT care package! Thanks Sabra!

Once I was through the worst of it, my next focus became getting back to activity, and eventually to structured training. Ultimately I was told it would be 6-8 weeks to full recovery, but I had some stepping stones to look forward to along the way in terms of training. It was a slow progression, but every little milestone felt awesome and seemed to open up a whole new door to more freedom!

My first activity post-surgery was a little over a week out, and was a hike/jam session/dance party in the woods with friends. It was awesome, and the perfect way to return to the great outdoors and put a BIG smile on my face. It was low impact, not strenuous, and low risk (other than a few jumps on top of boulders for a photo op… woops!). My next step was to try out a couple of easy run days. Initially the impact of running made my thumb pretty sore with all the jostling around, but after a few days that got better, and most of all it felt SO good to be back out there!

So I ran, and ran, and ran some more. After a couple weeks of just running, I was able to add in stationary riding. This was also awesome, but after a while it got reallllly mentally draining. I am NOT a fan of stationary/indoor any-type-of-exercise, and not even New Girl and Mindy Project could ultimately make it better for me. But as crazy as it made me, I knew I had to suck it up and just keep on pedaling, so I didn’t get even further behind on my training. I longed to be riding outside and back in my normal routine, but I tried to stay focused on what I COULD do rather than what I couldn’t, and be grateful that I was at least able to do some training, even if not everything I wanted to. Plus, as much as I hate riding in place, I knew there was some hidden benefit there in that I could get in really specific, quality workouts in a short amount of time that would ultimately help my riding (and that normally I avoid at all costs).

I wasn’t able to swim until about 5 weeks post-op. This was a huge bummer given that one of my biggest goals for the winter was to really put in a good swimming block, but eventually the time came and I was back in the water. I felt slow as can be and WAY behind where I was when I got injured, which was tough… but what can you do?! Nothing but jump in the pool and start swimming again! Around this same time I also got cleared for all outdoor riding, which was FANTASTIC news, and basically just in time to save my sanity from all the riding in place. Man did that first time hitting the dirt again feel incredible! Things were definitely looking up, and I finally felt like I was really on my way back, by about 7 weeks out.

First time back on the dirt! SO much happiness!!

First time back on the dirt! SO much happiness!!

Unfortunately, “on my way back” was certainly not where I’d hoped to be at nearing the beginning of April, as I’d expected to be really coming into good form with some serious fitness gains under my belt by that point… but, it is what it is. Setbacks are always a bummer, especially when they have a prolonged impact, but all we can do is work to overcome them, do the best we can with the opportunities we do have, and move forward. I have reminded myself of that so many times over these past couple months, and while it hasn’t always been easy, I’ve made it through the hard part, and am now just about back to full capacity and firing on all cylinders. This was definitely not the lead-in to the season that I had planned on, but I know sometimes things work out in ways that we least expect, and with my most important racing still several months ahead, I am extremely optimistic about what is to come, and open-minded about the way things can come together for me this season when it matters most.

That being said, I have put in some really good work these past few weeks and optimized the training opportunities I’ve had to the fullest extent possible, and I feel ready to go and SUPER fired up for the start of my season this weekend! On Saturday I’ll kick off my 2015 Xterra US Pro Series tour with Xterra Las Vegas, and the following week will start my road season at the U.S. Pro Championship Ironman 70.3 race in St. George. These will be my first “official” races of the pro season, but I have taken advantage of some smaller local racing opportunities back home as my health has progressed, including some running races, a local Xterra and a couple of mountain bike races. These have all been great training for me, and really important opportunities to get the feeling and experience of racing back under my belt, and I know having done them will be super helpful to me as the 2015 tri season gets underway. It was challenging to jump into some of these races knowing I was behind in my preparation and not yet where I wanted to be in terms of performance, but I knew they were important tools for me in my recovery and my progression toward my official race season. It has been a good lesson in really keeping things in perspective, staying focused on the ultimate, long-term goals and seeing how the smaller things along the way are all important pieces of the puzzle. In many ways, the “B” and “C” races are just as important as the “A” races because they play such a big role in getting to the “A” events at the top of your game, even though the results are very much secondary. The process and the experience all adds up! I’m thankful to have gotten in some of these opportunities before this weekend, even if they looked different than I had initially hoped they would.

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This whole winter has been a tremendous learning experience for me, and in many ways a surprisingly positive one. No matter how close you come to it or how many obstacles get in the way, there really is no such thing as perfect preparation. But what is possible is to react positively (or poorly!) to those obstacles, make adjustments, and to do the best preparation you can in the face of the challenges. I know for certain that I have done that, and I am confident about all that lies ahead and what I am capable of as I head into this race season.

I wrote in January, in the face of different kinds of obstacles, that I was making a choice to “figure out how to make the most of my scenario, and focus on how fortunate I am to have the opportunities I do have…” despite the challenges. “I choose to plan less, and react better,” I wrote. “I choose to always maintain an eye toward the future and work toward that vision, but with an increased awareness and appreciation for where I am at and what I’ve already achieved.” I had no idea just how pertinent those sentiments would come to be, but I’m sure glad I had already readied myself to embrace new challenges in 2015. Because while I certainly hadn’t planned for the type of off-season I had, what I was prepared to do was to react and to adjust, and for that I am grateful.

I also wrote in that January blog, when reflecting on the CIM race that so exceeded my expectations, that while my preparation was “far from perfect.” “I chose to believe I could do it anyways.” And that’s what I’m doing once again as I head in to these first two races. I’m choosing to believe in myself, to be confident in what I know I can achieve, and to maintain the same dream-big kind of goals that have gotten me to where I am today. I am “All in.” And just as I did the best I could with the scenario at hand this off-season, I will give everything I have to do the best I can this weekend and next, and throughout this 2015 season. I am excited, I believe, and I am ready! Let’s GO!!

Falling Behind, Moving Forward, and Rolling With the Punches

I had slated to write this blog post several weeks ago (last year, in fact!). It’s been on my to-do list since mid-December, getting shuffled around from the top to the middle and back down to the bottom as (numerous) other tasks (rapidly) come and (slowly) go. But as others eventually get checked off this never-ending list that only grows more just when it seems like it might be starting to shrink, “Write Blog Post!!!” remains — bolded, in red, double underlined… absolutely pleading for attention — and still outstanding, as a ‘non-essential’ task that takes no precedence over the ‘must-do’s’ of my “real work.” Here it is, already 16(!!?!?!) days into 2015, and I have yet to even have my 2014 season wrap-up written, let alone really have a true moment to not only write out but even really think much about my goals and focus for the new year. I’m already behind, in so many ways — my blog post being only a representation of everything else. So much is already not going as I had planned.  And you know what…?! That is totally okay.

Because it is what it is. My circumstances are what they are, and I’m doing the best I can with them. And this year, I am going to let myself be okay with that. I’m not going to try to change what I can’t control. I’m going to try hard as hell to make the most of what I can control, of course, but I’m going to relinquish the rest. I’m going to let go of the idea of even attempting to have everything go ‘according to plan’ — because inevitably it never does — and instead focus on how I can maximize and work with each imperfect scenario I face. I’m going to keep having the utmost faith in my abilities to conquer each challenge and continue moving forward, perhaps on a different trajectory than planned and maybe not always as steady — but still forward.


Moving one step at a time on a long road ahead…

A New Approach

Can't be anything but proud when you've put it all out there!

Can’t be anything but proud when you’ve put it all out there! Photo by Liz Gruber

This year, I am going to keep dreaming huge, tremendous, crazy dreams, and keep pushing myself to go further and faster and bigger. But I am going to be satisfied with knowing I did my best. That doesn’t mean I’m going to settle. On the contrary, I’m going to keep striving, and digging with everything I’ve got. But as someone who is perpetually wanting and expecting more and more from myself, this year I’m going to take more time to appreciate the efforts I’ve put in and to acknowledge that I gave all I had in the moments when it mattered most. It’s so easy to get hyper-focused on what we want to achieve down the road, that we forgot about how far we’ve already come and what we have already attained. This year I will continue wanting more, and keep aiming toward the big picture, but I’m going to be proud of what I’ve already achieved and give it the acknowledgement it deserves. As someone who tends to be their own biggest critic, I’m going to be a little easier on myself. I’m going to give myself more pats on the back, and maybe even a few air fives (woop!!). I’ll keep working just as hard — if not harder — but I’ll give myself more credit for the work I am doing.

Celebrating my STRENGTH. Photo by August Teague

Celebrating my STRENGTH. Photo by August Teague

I have so many lofty goals for myself, for this year and beyond… I want to be a better triathlete. I want to see myself reach a new level and become a top contender in the pro field. I want to get stronger, more mobile, and stay healthy and injury-free. I want to be able to focus more exclusively on my goals as an athlete. I want to train much more, and have far fewer outside obligations. I want to write more. I want to make more time for the ‘non-essential’ tasks, and more time for myself. And the list goes on and on…

And yet, here I am, 16 days into 2015, and I have yet to write anything but a few measly lines in my journal so far in the new year. I am already way, waaaay behind on my training goals for this season’s preparation period. I missed almost the entire month of December and beginning of January after getting a flu unlike any I’ve ever had that I just couldn’t seem to shake. I’ve just finally gotten things going again, but I’m still feeling the tail-end and approaching my return to training cautiously — a far cry from the big volume block I was hoping to already be well into for this month. Despite my desires to focus more exclusively on training, I feel further away from being able to accomplish that than I have in a long, long time, as I face the single busiest month of work I have had so far in my time as a sales rep, and an ever-accumulating list of obligations. As far as the “time for myself”… well, let’s just say I can forget about that one for now! To say I am overwhelmed is a huge understatement. Needless to say, I am not feeling very much like a professional athlete these days.

Not much training to be had these days, but still plenty to celebrate. Life is good! Photo by Emily Teague

Not much training to be had, but still plenty to celebrate. Life is good! Photo by Emily Teague

With my current reality in such stark contrast to where I’d planned to be — and even more so to where I want to be — at this point, I’ll be the first to admit that it’s difficult not to get stressed out and feel like I’m falling further and further behind, especially as I hear about all the great training so many are putting in. But this is life. It gets in the way sometimes. Everyone has their own unique challenges. And I am making the choice this year to be okay with letting life take its course, and trusting in myself and my body’s capabilities to adapt and simply do the best that I can. Getting sick for so long was a bummer, but I can’t change it. All I can do is let my body do its thing and recover in due time. Being so overloaded with work is a bummer, but I can’t change that either. All I can do is try to tackle it all as best I can and keep moving forward.

I would like to able to just be an athlete and not have several other jobs demanding so much of my time, but I’m just not there yet. And I can choose now to get all worked up about it and feel super sorry for myself — and I’ll be honest, I do start to feel that way sometimes — or I can choose to suck it up, figure out how to make the most of my scenario, and focus on how fortunate I am to have the opportunities I do have to pursue my passion for sport. I choose the latter. I choose to stop always looking quite so far ahead to where I want to be, and remember to also embrace the moment I am in. I choose to quit focusing so heavily on the “ideal,” and also look at the now. I choose to plan less, and react better. I choose to always maintain an eye toward the future and work toward that vision, but with an increased awareness and appreciation for where I am at and what I’ve already achieved.

Looking Back

First pro race: Xterra Las Vegas

First pro race: Xterra Las Vegas. Photo courtesy of Xterra.

As I take a good hard look back at 2014 and reflect on the season I had — my first as a pro! — I am keeping all of this in mind. I still have a long way to go to get to where I want to be as a pro, and I remain focused on the journey ahead, but I am proud of what I achieved in my first year. This was a huge step up for me, but only the first of many still to come. It was challenging in so many ways, and a little bit scary, to take such a big leap… but I did it! And while I didn’t have any crazy breakout performances or any major pro podiums, I made steady, quiet progress and even exceeded my own performance expectations much of the time. I had some great races, with highlights such as two 7th place finishes on the Xterra America pro tour and a 7th overall in the series, a 3rd place pro finish at Vineman 140.6 and a top-20 pro finish at Xterra World Championships. I also had some great-for-me races, such as Vineman 70.3 or Challenge Ranch Cordova, where I felt I had an awesome day but was outshined by many other top-notch pros on the results sheet. And I also had some not-so-great races where I really struggled, such as Xterra Beaver Creek. There were highs and lows, but when you put it all together, I had a full, successful season where I accomplished my primary goals, and that is freaking awesome!

The main priorities for me in 2014 were to rack up as much experience racing in the pro field as I could, across multiple disciplines and distances, and to make progress in my racing and in my personal abilities as an athlete. I achieved both of these. I raced 2-3 times a month through most of the season, and never lost my love of racing, or my determination. I got sick once, but otherwise I stayed really healthy throughout the year. I made tremendous personal progress, improving significantly in many aspects of my racing, which is the most important thing and the biggest measure of success in my mind.

Final push of my first pro season: Xterra World Championship

Final push of my first pro season: Xterra World Championship. Photo by August Teague.

And while I’m sure I would have seen similar personal improvement with another year of racing in the amateur field, I am confident it would not have been as significant, or come as quickly. Making the jump into the pro field was like jumping into the deep end of a pool and being forced to swim or sink. There isn’t that option of bobbling between the surface and the bottom — you just have to go all in and go for it. I’m so grateful I chose to do that, and I was rewarded in all the ways I was looking for. The rewards were different than they’ve been in the past, and so too were the priorities. Podiums and results/performance took a relative backseat compared to progress, experience and development. I made a shift from the top of the totem pole to the bottom. And that was totally fine for me — but I had to shift my perspective. I had to make a commitment to focus on the bigger picture and the process of developing into the athlete I want to be. I had to differentiate between what I want now and what I want most, and immerse myself in the beginning of a long-term journey. I wrote an article for Freeplay Magazine (page 40) that talks much more about what it was like to make the leap to pro racing this year, and how my perspective and priorities have shifted, so please take a look if you want more insight on that! All in all, I’m so glad I made the decision to go pro last year and embrace the challenge that would help me grow the most as an athlete. I am happy with what I accomplished in my 2014 tri season, and even more excited for what is yet to come in 2015!

Capping Things Off and Finding the Magic

After tri season, I finished off last year with my first stand-alone marathon (not in an Ironman) since 2011, racing the California International Marathon in December. While I had some really good triathlon races in 2014, I never quite had that “perfect” day where everything just seems to come together effortlessly. But at CIM, I found the day that eluded me during tri season, and it was pure magic. It was one of those very rare performances where I felt so good I couldn’t really believe what I was achieving, even as it was happening. I wish I could relive every second of those 26.2 miles again and again because it was so very special. It was by far the best running performance I’ve ever had (and the mot enjoyable!), but the main reason that day is so significant, and what I will carry with me from it, is that it was such a perfect example of what is possible when you truly believe in yourself, trust in your capabilities wholeheartedly, and aren’t afraid to take a chance on yourself and go after something BIG.

Coming into CIM, my preparation was far from perfect, and I frankly didn’t have many workouts, if any at all, that really indicated I was capable of achieving a PR at the event. But I chose to believe I could do it anyways, and I chose to believe in a big way. It’s amazing how the body just knows what it’s supposed to do when race day comes, and I trusted in my body’s ability to do what it is capable of, even if the workouts hadn’t indicated it. I’m so glad I didn’t let any doubts take over and inhibit that! When I got to the start line, I decided this was going to be a day when I would take chances and just really go for it. My previous PR was a 3:14, and while initially my goal was just to try to match that, I decided to just run with the 3:05 pace group and see what happened. I knew it was a risky move, but I figured I had nothing to lose, and I wanted to go for it. I really didn’t have much practical reason to believe I could run there, but I did. And while I had a few tough moments where I doubted myself, I hung on, and when I crossed that line 3:04:39 later, it was the most amazing reminder of what we can do when we take a chance and truly believe.

The power of believing!

The power of believing! Photo by Margie LaPoint.

Forging Ahead, but Staying Present

With the 2015 race season looming ahead, I will take these lessons with me, and so many others I learned last year, as I seek out another magic day (or several…?!!), prioritize my personal progress, and chase after my goals with every ounce of energy I can muster. My schedule isn’t set yet, as I’m still working with my coach and support team to determine my primary race direction for the year, but stay tuned for that soon! You can definitely count on a lot of swimming, biking and running, with both some road and some dirt mixed in — and a WHOLE lot of HEART! And as I tackle and embrace the challenges set before me in 2015, I will continue to believe in the prospect of what I will be capable of down the road, but more importantly, what I can already achieve right now — despite all of life’s imperfections.


Xterra World Championship

The Lead-In

All year long I’ve had one race in my sights and on the back of my mind. Xterra World Championships was my biggest day of this season, and the one race I really set myself up to “peak” for, given that this year was all about experience for me. Needless to say, I wanted to be at my best for this event. Leading into the race, my approach was simple and really laid-back, which suits me well. I put in a solid block of training, with a lot of really hard work and specificity in the weeks ahead of US Nationals, so while I was definitely focused on sharpening up before Worlds, I wasn’t trying to cram in a ton of training or really gain additional fitness. Basically, I had some super important key workouts that I was very focused on (including one more solid 70.3 effort a few weeks out from Worlds), and aside from that my biggest priority was rest and relaxation. If I felt like I was still tired from one of my key workouts, hadn’t slept great, was too bogged down or stressed out with work, or simply didn’t feel mentally up to completing a session, I modified it or skipped it altogether. I had already put in the work throughout the season, so the goal now was simply to get to Maui as fresh, sharp, happy, and rarin’ to go as possible!

I absolutely have to thank August (Unleashed Coaching) for not only setting up a training plan that totally suits my needs and addresses my goals in a completely unique and refreshing way, but for also keeping me patient, confident and positive even when I have doubts about how I’m feeling or how things are going. He reminds me to trust in the process and have faith that things will come together when they’re supposed to, and once again that’s exactly what happened. I got to Maui feeling fit, excited and truly rested for the first time all year. I was excited about the possibilities and ready to leave it all out there.

Maui Race Prep

Nice HOT interval training run on the King Trail near Kihei

Nice hot interval training run on the King Trail near Kihei. Photo by August Teague

I arrived earlier than I have in the past so I’d have more time to get prepped for the race and hopefully get heat acclimated. Thanks to the incredible generosity of TBF Racing and the Maui Tourism Board, I’d won a gift certificate for three free nights at the Mana Kai Maui hotel in Kihei at one of my early season Xterra races with TBF, so we stayed over there the first few days of the trip. It was really fun to see a different side of the island since I’ve only ever stayed in Kapalua where the race takes place, and it offered some great (and hot!) training opportunities! Once we moved over to Kapalua, the first few days were rainy and I had quite the adventure when I (like many others) got caught in a major downpour on my first attempt to pre-ride the course, and ended up literally stuck out there because the clay-like soil had gotten so saturated and sticky we could no longer pedal our bikes or even roll the wheels, as they were too caked in thick mud. It took nearly 45 minutes to travel about 3/4 of a mile to get off the course, and as frustrating as it was at the time, in hindsight the whole situation was pretty epic and hilarious.

Swim course practice with my teammate, Suzie

Swim course practice with my teammate, Suzie. Photo by August Teague

I wasted some energy stressing about the rain and course conditions the next few days, because the course was so completely unrideable when I’d previewed it that day, but fortunately the weather cleared up and the soil began to dry out before race day. (It would end up being absolutely perfect riding conditions!). The other thing that had me a little nervous was that there was some pretty big swell in the bay where our swim takes place, which made for (what I thought were) fairly challenging conditions getting in and out of the water where the waves hit the beach. I practiced a bit in the days before the race, sometimes totally nailing the body surf exit and dolphin dive entrance, and other times completely failing and getting absolutely pummeled by the waves (much to the delight of onlookers, who enjoyed laughing at all of our mishaps). The failures made me worried for race day, but I reminded myself I had already experienced pretty much worst-case scenario with some of those epic water tumbles, so everything would be ay-okay in the end, and tried to put it out of my mind. As usual, the days before the race passed all too quickly, between training sessions/race prep, time with so many awesome Xterra friends, and some moderately-mellow island adventures — and BAM, just like that it was time to go!

The pre-race clif jumping was rad!

The pre-race clif jumping was rad! Photo by August Teague

Expectations and Goals

Coming in to this race, I really didn’t know exactly what to expect in terms of my result since it was my first time racing World Championships as a pro. Last year I’d put a lot of pressure on myself to become an age group World Champion, and while it felt absolutely amazing to achieve that goal, I was honestly relieved not to have that kind of a performance-based objective this year, especially since I know I would’ve been putting even more pressure on myself to try to take the overall amateur title. Coming in as a rookie pro here was frankly refreshing. I had no big expectations of how I should perform against my competitors, and no real pressure, other than to give everything I had so I could be satisfied with my own performance. I wanted to make good on the new level of fitness I had achieved this year and the “peak” form I’d finally allowed myself to come into. I set personal goals rather than performance-based goals, but of course I still wanted to push myself against my competitors. Leading into the race I had this idea that I really wanted to shoot for a top-15 finish. I knew it would take a special performance and a truly stellar day, but honestly I felt I had it in me. However, once the start list was finalized and I realized this was probably the deepest and most competitive women’s pro field ever assembled for this event, I knew that even with a spectacular race a top-15 would be quite the reach — not impossible, but certainly not likely. So, I decided top-20 would be a good mark to aim for, but stayed focused on my personal goals and put result aspirations on the backburner.

While I was naive to just how tough the pro competition would be, what I knew very well having raced here the past two years was just how incredibly challenging this race is. Maui is a special course indeed, but it is a BEAST, plain and simple. Between the relentlessly long (and oh-so-steep!) climbs of both the bike and run courses and the overwhelming heat and humidity — not to mention the rough swim conditions — it makes for a damn tough day that truly does the term “Xterra Warriors” justice. I do tend to like a good challenging course and tough conditions, because while I may not be the most talented athlete out there, I can suffer with the best of them… but this course puts me through the ringer every time and has me questioning my sanity (even as an Ironman athlete who’s had some very rough days!). More than anything, when race morning came I found myself nervous for the pain I was about to endure. I knew how hard it was going to be no matter how great I felt, and how hard every one of us would have to push to try to out-push the others. All these women are so strong, fast and downright gritty. We were all in shape and ready to go. It was gonna come down to who could be stronger in those pivotal moments when it hurt most, and it was gonna be a battle. I was ready to fight!

Locked and loaded and ready to rumble!

Locked and loaded and ready to rumble!

Race Day! — Swim

Running up to T1 -- happy to be out of the water! Photo by Mark Nadell

Run to T1 — happy to be out of the water! Photo by Mark Nadell

The waves were up again on race morning, and I got my best pummeling yet in my warm-up — awesome! Good to get it out of the way I guess…?! Once the gun went off, all of us pros “charged” into the water, and I have to say from my vantage point it didn’t look speedy or graceful for any of us, so at least I wasn’t the only one. I got in a good little group of fellow pink caps and we took on the giant washing machine together. The water was massively choppy and stayed that way all the way out to the buoy, which made both sighting and breathing (without swallowing gallons of salt water) very difficult, and just generally seemed to take a ton more energy. Once some of the masses of speedier (and aggressive!) age group men started catching us things got even harder. Honestly, it felt more like a war zone than a swim, and I was literally just trying to stay afloat and keep moving forward! It was exhausting. I made it out of the first exit (this was a two-loop swim) relatively unscathed and even managed some body surfing on the waves, and headed back in for lap two. Things got more crowded, more choppy, and more tiring. I wanted out of there! I pulled and kicked (and fought for space) as hard as I could, and when I made it back to exit 2, the biggest wave of the whole swim was there to greet me, and I had to turn into it and totally duck for cover before making a desperate dash to get out before the next one hit. I was so relieved to be out of the water after such a tough swim! Below is an awesome video showing what the conditions were like for us…


I was somewhere around 20th woman out of the water, and I could see plenty of ladies just ahead of me as I entered transition. I was excited to ride and feeling really positive about the possibilities. The bike course starts off hard from the get-go as it heads straight up into the west Maui hills on narrow singletrack. I felt really solid and was making up ground on several of the women in sight up ahead. I tried to focus on being smooth and efficient, but the course was incredibly hectic as we got swarmed by frantic age group men trying to make very aggressive passes and not always being friendly about it. It was actually really stressful and difficult to navigate. I told myself to stay calm and remember to race within myself. Aside from the chaos, I felt strong and my body was cooperative and responsive, no doubt enjoying this new feeling of freshness! The pain started to set in as we continued up, up and up, and my mind tried to battle me at different points throughout the course but I was (eventually) able to find a positive place each time and keep pushing through. I moved up several spots during the ride and got to spend a good portion of the course riding with a couple of the ladies I’d caught up with (at different times), which really pushed me and kept my foot on the gas. I only got passed by two women on the ride, the 5th place finisher on the day and my teammate Shonny V., who was crushing it as usual. Toward the end I got increasingly hot, tired and uncomfortable and started riding a little sloppy, which caused me to crash into a tree on a windy section near the end as one of the age group men passed me. Oops! Fortunately I was okay, but bummed to have lost precious seconds! It woke me up a bit and I pushed harder as I made my way through the remainder of the ride and into T2.

Photo by August Teague

Photo by August Teague


Photo by August Teague

Photo by August Teague

I hit T2 in 17th place, with no women in sight either in front or behind me, but I knew there were several fast runners behind me well within striking distance, and was hopeful I could possibly catch a woman or two in front. I was fired up about my ride and knowing I was having a super solid day so far, but I had a big task still ahead. 10 km is not a particularly long run, but this one is TOUGH. The first 3 miles are pretty much all uphill, with some very steep pitches that are major leg-burners (slash total soul-crushers). I’ve struggled quite a bit on the first half of this run in the past, and I honestly had a lot of doubts about it coming into the race. I’m really not a strong uphill runner, and I can’t help but be aware of the fact that I outweigh many of my competitors in the pro field significantly, which tends to add to my consideration that I can’t be good at running uphill. Knowing I struggle with it, I tend to preemptively count myself out on these portions and just try to make up time on the flats and downhills, and feel automatically disadvantaged on a hillier run course — which is, of course, the total wrong attitude to have! (More on all of this in a future blog post…). Gaining confidence in my uphill running capabilities is something I’ve been working on mentally, as well as putting in a huge amount of physical work in improving this weakness the past few months.

Home stretch!

Home stretch!

So on this day, as I headed onto the run and approached those brutal hills, I prioritized getting myself in the right mindset. I focused on all the hard work I’d done and the progress I’d made, and I flooded myself in positivity. In transition Meghan Trainor’s “All About that Bass” was playing, and it was literally the perfect, most empowering song to have in my head as I powered my way up those hills against runners far tinier than myself. My mind stayed strong, and so did my body. I felt better than I ever have on this section of the run (even though it still hurt like hell!), and I was honestly ecstatic about it. I got passed early by one gal who was absolutely hauling and ended up running her way into 14th place, and I also made a pass near the top. I was really pleased no one else had caught me on the way up. Once I hit the top of the course and headed back down, I tried to let my legs go and stride it out — my strength in this discipline. Ironically though, I didn’t feel as good here and couldn’t quite find my usual power. At about mile 4.5 I got passed by 2 strong gals who were running together at a pace just a little too hot for me to hang with. I was bummed to lose more spots, but told myself to buckle down and push on — I was almost there, at my last finish line of the season! I fantasized about how awesome crossing that line was gonna be, and reminded myself there was absolutely nothing left to hold back for. I was now in 20th place and wanted desperately to hang onto it. I pushed up the (horrendous) last hill and down onto the beach for the (completely evil) sand run to the finish. I made it there just inside that top 20, about 40 seconds down from 18th and 19th place, and only about 2.5 minutes outside of the top 15. My time of 3:18:33 was almost 10 minutes faster than last year — progress!

Done and dusted!

I was completely thrilled with my race. I felt good, took chances, didn’t hold back, left it all out there and stayed strong and positive. I knew I had delivered the absolute best performance I possibly could on this day, and that was all I could ask for. For that I felt extremely satisfied. I was totally exhausted, but it was all worth it to cross that last finish line with an effort I could be so proud of.

Finish line celebration!

Finish line celebration!

My LUNA teammates raced their hearts out as always, and turned in amazing results. They continue to inspire me with not only strong racing but even stronger character. It was such a treat to celebrate the end of a long, hard season with them, and I was more than okay with indulging in a few post-race margaritas to kick-off the off-season. (Certainly not the best recovery and I paid the price later by getting sick for a week and a half, but I guess I can’t complain about the timing.) We had a day-and-a-half after the race to take in the beauty of the island, and while it went by way too fast we certainly made the most of it. Maui is such a special place and I feel so blessed to be able to be there these past three years doing something I love so much, with such a phenomenal group of people.

Xterra is a truly incredible sport, and I’m already excited for more of it next year. Despite such a long and taxing season, I am honestly sad that it’s over, which I suppose is a really great sign. After so many races and a whole lot of hard work, the stoke is still high! I love what I am doing! I think it’s good to end the season hungry for more, and I feel very fortunate to end it on a high note. I’ll have a wrap-up out in these next few weeks with more thoughts on my season as a whole and my experiences this first year as a pro, but for now l can say that I have absolutely no regrets about taking that step this year, and I’m incredibly grateful for all that I learned and the invaluable experience I gained. I look forward to carrying those lessons with me, continuing to build on that foundation, and becoming a stronger and stronger contender in the pro field.

Tremendous thanks to August for preparing me so thoroughly to meet this moment and achieve the best of myself; to my inspiring teammates who constantly crush it in so many ways, on and off the race course; to my fantastic sponsors: LUNA, Orbea, Orca, Oiselle and Oakley; to Chris, our team mechanic, who does SO much more than just ensure our equipment is in tip-top shape so we can be stress-free, and whose presence and support is absolutely invaluable; to everyone who sent cheers and encouragement from near and far; to the Xterra staff and volunteers for all their hard work; and to all the ladies racing out there for continually raising the bar and making me strive for more. MAHALO, Maui!

Xterra National Championships


Gorgeous riding in Utah. LOVE this course!

I’m not sure exactly what to say about my race at Xterra Nationals in Utah. It wasn’t a good day. It wasn’t a terrible day either… It was just overwhelmingly lackluster, and fell far short of what I was hoping for, and what I know I am capable of.

I came into Nationals following a really solid, quality training block. I put in a lot of good, hard work between Lake Stevens and this race, and I could feel myself making changes and progress. I knew I was doing what I needed to get myself to a new level for the end of the season and specifically Xterra World Championships in Maui on Oct. 26th. That was the priority, and Nationals came 2nd — but still one of the most important races of the season for me. I definitely wanted to do well here, but I wanted to do well (and better) in Maui more. Of course in an ideal world I would’ve loved to do great in both of these races, but unfortunately that’s not the way it worked out for me this time.

While I knew I couldn’t expect to be 100 percent in Utah with Maui as my priority five weeks later, I did expect my race would show that I’m on the rise and well on my way to the peak I’m seeking in Maui. I put in the work I needed to, brought the work load down leading into the race so I felt rested and ready, and I really felt like I’d stepped up my game prior to Utah. I was super fired up, and honestly I thought I was poised for a breakthrough. But when race day arrived, I came up flat and my performance fell short.

Race Day

Things just felt off for me from the get-go. I had an okay start in the swim, but then I struggled to really find my rhythm. Nothing felt particularly wrong, and I felt like I was swimming fairly smooth and efficient, but I just couldn’t get things going; the speed just wasn’t there. I felt like I was pushing and pushing but my body wasn’t responding. I struggled to stay on toes and maintain momentum, and felt like I was a bit in no-man’s land out there. I exited the water in 13th place pro female, in a too-slow 28:36, well back from where I expected to be and with a lot of work cut out for me. Unfortunately, that set the tune for the rest of the day.

Photo by George Dickerson

Photo by George Dickerson

Onto the bike I just tried to give ‘er with everything I could. I was digging deep and not holding back. Just like the swim, I didn’t feel particularly bad, and was doing all the right things, but I just didn’t have that extra gear that I normally do on race day. As hard as I pushed, the acceleration wasn’t there. I managed to pass two pro females during the course of the ride, but I also got passed by two more, so it was a wash. I was definitely expecting a lot more out of myself on the ride, as I’ve been biking stronger than ever these past few months. I thought I’d be able to move up several spots, and certainly turn in a much better bike split than I did. But as it was, at 1:47:50, I actually biked slower than I did on this course the last time I raced it 2 years ago — YIKES! I know I’m a MUCH stronger, faster athlete now, with my biggest gains of all on the bike, as every other Xterra bike split this year has overwhelmingly shown. A clear indicator I was just not myself out there…

Photo by August Teague

Photo by August Teague

As I hit the run, I focused on doing everything I could to stay positive in my head. I was disappointed the day wasn’t shaping up at all how I had hoped, but reminded myself the race wasn’t over yet. I was still in points-scoring position for this race, which was crucial for me in aiming to maintain my spot in the top-10 overall for the Xterra USA Pro Series (this was the final race). I needed to fight as hard as I could to stay in the points. This run starts off with a brutal long, steep uphill. I do NOT dig this at all. I knew coming in that this would be a huge challenge for me, but I tried to convince myself otherwise. Running uphill, especially for a sustained effort, is definitely not my strength, but I’d been working very hard to improve that weakness, and I reminded myself of all the work I’d done and the progress I had made. I could see the next pro gal just up ahead, but she was charging, and I was frankly just trying to survive that hill. I focused on staying calm and in control, doing what I needed to get to the top without totally crushing myself.

For me, the run really started once I got to the top of that beast. Eventually I made it, and I focused on lengthening my stride and using my power now that I’d hit more gradual trail that was much more my style. I knew I could run well on this terrain, and I felt like the potential was there, just itching to get out, but while I continually willed myself to pick it up, again it just wasn’t happening. I knew I could run much faster, but my body didn’t get the message that day. Before long one of the women I’d passed on the bike was running right on my heels, and eventually she made the move by me and I could not respond. On the next uphill I got passed once more, and again had no response. This put me into 15th place — the final place to score points toward my series total. I knew I had to stay in the points, and I fought as hard as I could to make sure I got across that line without losing anymore spots.

Photo by George Dickerson

Photo by George Dickerson

It wasn’t pretty, and it certainly wasn’t fast, but a tough 51:31 later, I made it to the finish in 15th place, snagging the final points of the day. I did what I needed to do, and as it turned out I was actually able to move up two spots in the overall standings to finish 7th pro female in the Xterra Pro Series in my rookie season. I was absolutely psyched about this! But I was definitely disappointed with how my day at Nationals turned out. I was hoping for so much more, and was confident I’d set myself up for a much better race, so it was frustrating and confusing to have such a lackluster day. Nothing went terribly wrong for me and I certainly didn’t struggle the way I had at Xterra Beaver Creek, but this race course is tough, and feeling even just a little bit off makes a huge difference out there. I definitely was not myself, and it showed. For lack of a better word, the day was just… “meh.” It’s always disappointing to not reach your potential, especially in one of the bigger races of the year, and I was initially pretty bummed out about my performance, particularly since I really didn’t understand why I’d come up so flat.

It’s easy when you have a result like this at a critical time to let it get to your head, to think you are digressing or to think you’re just not good enough. I tried really hard not to over-think it and accept that it was just not my day — hey, bad days happen to the best of us, even when we least expect them! But I also wanted to better understand where I’d gone wrong so I could avoid it next time. I chose to stay focused on the positives. I was very satisfied with my 7th place overall in the Xterra Pro Series, following my amazing teammates to complete a 4-5-6-7 sweep for LUNA. Suzie, Shonny and Danelle never cease to impress me and I am so fortunate to have them as competitors, teammates, friends and idols all at the same time! Placing in the top 8 in this series was the big “A” goal I set for myself at the beginning of the year, so it was incredibly validating to accomplish that. Of course, I wanted to end the series on a high note, but I’ve still got the most important race ahead of me in World Championships, and I’m super fired up for that! And while I didn’t have a stellar race out there, I did see some improvement in the weaknesses I’ve been working so hard to combat. I still was not great on the uphills of the run, and this course still felt hard for me, but I know I ran the hills better than last time I raced here, and every bit of progress is a step in the right direction!

Post-Race Trip

After the race we headed to Aspen, where August grew up, to spend a week with family and friends and enjoy some incredible fall scenery. For me, this was really a chance to try to get in a bit of relaxation. I’ve been carrying a really heavy work load through the race season (on top of training and racing), and things got especially stressful these past couple months with a lot deadlines and obligations. Mentally it’s been very tiring trying to get through everything and keep all aspects of my life in balance. So, while I still had to work from the road, it was awesome to get a change of scenery out in Colorado, enjoy a really low-key environment for the week and spend some quality time with people I love. The weather was perfect and the foliage was absolutely stunning! I tried to soak it all up as much as I could, but unfortunately within a day of arriving to CO I ended up sick and felt really crappy for a good portion of the trip. This was a total bummer, but also a bit of a relief too, as it certainly helped shed some light on why I’d felt the way I did out in Utah. Knowing I was right on the verge of getting sick when I raced at Nationals is much easier to accept and understand than simply having a bad day for no reason, or worst of all feeling like things are going downhill.

So, activity was fairly limited in Colorado but I still got plenty of fresh, fall mountain air and enjoyed every second. In the end I think the low-key week was exactly what I needed as I came back feeling significantly better, refreshed, not discouraged, and ready to set my sights ahead on Maui. I am excited for this final opportunity of the 2014 Xterra season, and so grateful for all the progress I’ve made and the goals I have achieved up to this point — and, of course, to the many people who have played a part in helping me get here. Next stop: World Championships! See you soon, Maui!  :)


Lake Stevens Report and An End of Summer Update

Needless to say, I am WAY behind on my blog these days. Life has been BUSY, especially as I’m making the big push toward the end of my 2014 tri season. But life has been good, and there is so much to look forward to!

After a whole lot of racing for most of the early season and a really tough block through July, August was a much calmer month for me in terms of competition. But it wasn’t without its own challenges. Following Vineman, I had a big tradeshow for work which caused me to make the tough call to pull out of the Leadville 100 MTB race. It was a very busy couple work weeks to start the last month of summer, but it was a good chance for me to really focus on that and prioritize other non-racing aspects of my life. I was tired from the heavy racing and training of July (and the prior months!) on top of all the stress and exhaustion of several too-long work days. So I took a few weeks with pretty minimal and stucture-less training, doing only what I felt like and what fit best in my schedule.

Lake Stevens 70.3

It was nice to have a bit of a break from serious training before gearing up again for my last big push of the season. However, with all my other obligations it wasn’t exactly ideal R&R, and I felt far from spectacular as the day approached for me to head to Ironman 70.3 Lake Stevens. As the race got closer, I debated whether or not it even made sense for me to make the trip. I had some really rough workouts those last few days and I was pretty concerned, but I decided I still wanted to give it a go and get another 70.3 experience against a strong pro field. Lake Stevens is also a race I’ve been wanting to do for a few years now. I’d heard great things about the area and the race itself, and I knew the course was well-suited to me. Plus, I was super excited to be meeting up with all the fabulous Seattle LUNA Chix ladies.

The fabulous ladies of the Seattle LUNA Chix squad!

The fabulous ladies of the Seattle LUNA Chix squad!

So off I went, eager for what I knew would be a great trip, but honestly not expecting a whole lot from myself. Nonetheless, I knew I could get a lot out of this race experience, and I was determined to make the most of it. So I decided that would be my goal for this race: to get as much out of the day as I possibly could, and to do my best to enjoy every stroke, pedal and step. Lake Stevens definitely delivered, and I really enjoyed the race course and the whole experience.


The swim was fantastic. Warmer water temps and a colored buoy line for super easy sighting made for one of the most pleasant swim experiences I’ve ever had. The women’s pro field was small but fierce. The start was aggressive, and the pace was fast from the gun. I felt strong and smooth in the water, and focused on staying on toes. While three women surged ahead, almost all the rest of us exited the water within about 20 seconds of each other. I got out in 30:51, just behind several contenders, and was happy with that.

Heading onto the bike after a strong swim! Photo by Daniel Tomko

Heading onto the bike after a strong swim! Photo: Daniel Tomko


As I started the bike I got some amazing cheers from my Seattle LUNA Chix cheer squad, which got me smiling and super fired up! This is a hard bike course with a good amount of climbing and some really technical corners and transitions, all of which play to my strengths, and just make me really happy! I was excited to take on a more challenging course and see how I could do. Overall, I felt really good on the bike and stayed much more “in the mix” of the pro race than I normally do on an easier bike course. When other women came by, I stayed in contact much longer than usual, and I didn’t feel like I was struggling to keep pace. The challenge of the course itself started to hit me toward the end and I faded a bit, but I was still very pleased with my ride.

Photo by Daniel Tomko

Photo by Daniel Tomko

Times were slow across the board because of the climbing and technicality of the course, and my 2:50:23 was slower than my other bike times this year, but relative to the rest of the pro ladies I was significantly better than I’ve been all year, which is great! I certainly thrive on a hillier bike course and this was no exception, but it was nice to finally see how much closer I actually can be to the top pros on a course that suits my strengths. It does also show, though, how much I still need to work on my flat riding! :) My bike fit has been getting more and more dialed in thanks to the expertise of Dave Eastwood, and it felt amazing this time around. The only real issue I had on the bike was that it was extremely challenging to stay draft-legal once I got mixed in with pairs, groups and even packs of some age group men who seemed to have very little regard for the drafting rules, or understanding of how greatly this affects other riders. This was very frustrating for me as I had to make a tremendous effort to move myself around amongst them to stay legal, and it took a lot of extra mental and physical energy. Nonetheless, I had a solid ride and I tried to focus on that, rather than the negative. Ultimately, this was a breakthrough ride for me in so many ways, so I am psyched!


Happy to see my cheer squad!

Happy to see my cheer squad!

As soon as I started the run my watch died, so I was running “blind.” This is not my normal protocol for road running at all, so it was strange not to know my pace but I just tried to let my body be my guide and not worry about it. I didn’t feel great starting off, and had a hard time finding a rhythm. But the course was awesome! Fast and powerful – exactly how I like to run! And beautiful! There was fantastic crowd support, and when I got to about mile 4 I saw my Seattle LUNA gals cheer squad again, and they made me feel amazing. I couldn’t help but smile to see them out there, and I stopped stressing about not knowing my pace and how I was feeling, and honed back in on my goal for the day and the perspective I wanted to keep.

I focused on racing with gratitude, and my whole experience changed. I reminded myself that I was out there simply because I wanted to be, and I was doing exactly what I wanted to be doing. This kept me in a positive place throughout the run, especially as things really started to hurt on lap two. I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned it on my blog yet, but I’ve had a nagging hip injury through the later half of this season that has become pretty significant, and it really flared up in the back half of the run. This made things tough, and I did not run my best at 1:35:54, but I got through it and even managed to move up a spot. I felt like I ran faster than that, but the clock doesn’t lie! I crossed the line in 5:00:24, and 7th place pro female. Certainly not my fastest time, but on this tough course I was definitely satisfied with that! Given how I felt coming in and the lack of structure and time during my lead-in, I far exceeded my expectations, and I was happy with both the performance and result.

With the Seattle gals post-race. Thanks for being there! Also thanks to Daniel Tomko for the great pics!

With the Seattle gals post-race. Thanks for being there! And thanks to Daniel Tomko for the great pics!

Overall, this was a great trip for me. The Seattle LUNA Chix really made my visit special. We had a super fun night out with dinner and wine, and having them there to cheer me on on race day was just awesome. This is a wonderful group of women and I’m so grateful they are a part of my LUNA family! I am especially grateful to Karoline Jones, who hosted me. She was AMAZING, and we had SO much fun. Basically, this was a perfect homestay match for me: she is totally low-key and relaxed; she loves good wine; she is absolutely hilarious and stayed up way too late with me chatting about anything and everything and laughing hysterically; she had more than enough nail polish to support my pre-race polish ritual; she makes BOMB homemade popcorn that she eats just about every night; the list goes on and on… and she’s a kick-ass triathlete! I felt like I was staying with a long-lost soul sister, and I was so appreciate of Karoline’s generosity and general awesomeness. Thank you Karoline! I also got to squeeze in quick visits with two of my best friends from growing up and from college, Natalie and Sam. Woop woop — BONUS!!

Tahoe Time!

After Lake Stevens I FINALLY had a good chunk of time at home for the first time since season started in early April. I’ve done a ton of traveling this year between racing and work, and essentially had very little time to actually enjoy summer in Tahoe. Prior to Lake Stevens, I was home less than two weeks of the previous five! Needless to say, I was craving a chance to just be in one place for a bit and soak up the amazingness of Tahoe in summertime! Minus a couple quick work trips, I got that chance, and have enjoyed the heck out of my last 5 weeks at home. I’ve gone to the lake (not just to swim!); gone to farmer’s markets, street festivals and concerts in the park; visited with friends I haven’t had near enough time for; played at the river with my dogs; relaxed over coffee dates and big breakfasts in the sunshine… all the things I just haven’t had the luxury to enjoy most of the summer. But the biggest benefit of being in one place for a bit without a race on the schedule is I got to put in a really solid training block to start my last big build-up heading into World Championships in October (and I got to do it on all my favorite trails and training spots!). Since Lake Stevens I’ve been putting in some serious work and it feels great to get tired from a lot of quality training during this focus block rather than traveling and/or racing. Unleashed Coaching put together an amazing plan for me that I feel great about. Everything is starting to come together, and I am totally psyched about what we’re doing and the direction we are headed!

So… What’s Next?

On that note… I’ve had a lot of questions about my next race and whether I am racing Ironman Lake Tahoe or not. The answer is no, I am not, and I’ve officially withdrawn my name from the pro start list. As many of you know, I did not originally plan to race IMLT coming into this season. I decided I was going to prioritize the Xterra America Pro Series, and made it my “A” goal to have a strong showing in the final series rankings. This series culminates with the Xterra National Championship, which takes place the same weekend as Ironman Lake Tahoe. I knew it would be immensely difficult for me to miss IMLT, but I committed myself to that plan early on and had earned a solid top-10 ranking after the last regional race heading into Nationals. However, after Lake Stevens and as September drew closer, I began to think more and more about Ironman Lake Tahoe and how very special that event is for me. I just couldn’t get it off my mind.

A dearly treasured memory! Photo by Lefrak Photography

A dearly treasured memory! Photo by Lefrak Photography

I always knew I’d feel conflicted as the race approached, but I had no idea the extent that would come to, and just how emotional I’d become about it. What also happened as summer drew to a close, though, was that Ironman announced some major changes to the structure of its pro races, including the announcement that IMLT would be removed from the pro race schedule after 2014. In other words, this will be the last year that IMLT will have a pro race! Talk about a heart-wrencher! All along I’d told myself I was okay with missing IMLT this year because I’d have other years to return, but after learning this would be my final chance to race it as a pro, I was honestly devastated. I absolutely LOVE everything about this race, and racing with the support of my hometown means more to me than I can even describe. IMLT was the race that launched me to the next phase of my athletic career, and it was my hometown “village” that pushed me along. Last year’s event was the single most special day of my entire life as an athlete. Thinking I would not have another chance to race as a pro in Tahoe was heartbreaking for me… So much so that I knew I had to at least consider whether racing IMLT made sense for me, and then heavily debated skipping Xterra Nationals and racing IMLT instead.

Once I allowed IMLT to come back on my radar, I was incredibly conflicted about what I should do and what I really wanted to do, with no clear answer. I got really emotional about it, and lost sleep over not knowing and trying to make my decision. My heart was heavily invested in both events, and the decision weighed on me greatly. Leading with my emotions, I felt almost certain I was going to pull out of the Xterra Championship and race Tahoe. I felt like I just couldn’t miss out on it. But the Xterra was important to me too – of course! I wished I could do both. It took me a long time to make a final decision and it was very difficult, but in the end I knew I should let reason be my guide and make the smart and practical call rather than the emotional one. I’d been prepping to finish my season off with Xterra Nationals and Worlds, and that was definitely what I was most ready for. I felt confident I could still turn in a good finish at IMLT based on the training I’ve done, even if it wasn’t the exceptional finish I would have liked. But I decided I needed to stick to my plan and finish out the goals I set for myself from the beginning. I love Xterra, I LOVE riding on the dirt, and I’m prepared and ready for Nationals, and setting myself up for a great lead-in to Worlds a month later by sticking to my plan. Deep down I also know my body is not ready to tackle another Ironman right now. I may make it through the day just fine, but my hip is really not in a good place and the damage the race would ultimately cause by potentially furthering the injury, or at a minimum delaying its healing, would be difficult to justify heading into Worlds.

So, Xterra U.S. Champs it is! I had a heavy heart indeed when I finally decided to let go of IMLT, and I know I’ll be sad not to be there come race day, but this is the right decision for me. It was not the easy one, but I am confident now after looking at it from every possible angle and laboring over it as I did that I’ve made the right call. And now that I actually know for sure where I’m racing this weekend, I am totally fired up! I feel great about being in Utah for the Xterra, I’m focused on my goal, and I am ready to rock. This is a fantastic course – one of my all-time favorites – and it is absolutely gorgeous here right now, with vibrant fall colors popping out all along the race route. Pre-riding today made me immensely happy, and I knew I was in the right place. My heart is at peace, I am excited, and I can’t wait to swim, ride and run off-road with everything I’ve got on Saturday!

On the dirt, among the colors, on a beautiful course... HAPPY! Let's do this!

On the dirt, among the colors, on a beautiful course… HAPPY! Let’s do this!