Friday, April 27, 2007
D.O.A.
AV's circa 1995 Nokia has been confrimed dead after getting lost at the top of Tiger. It had been reported earlier that it went missing after free falling from his backpack on a late Thursday night ride. Friday JP and AV road to help save him from his fate. AV claims it was an accident and JP questions it may have been a suicide. It had everything from and antena to crank on that thing. The Nokia is survived by AV.
Friday, April 20, 2007
6am
Yep I got up at 6am (after it took me 24 hours to get home) and went swimming. I said my next goal was that .93 miles swim in Lake Washington and I have now decided training may be key to my new set of goals. It's been all about finishing before -now its going to be about speed, technique and endurance.
Take a look at this photo
Take a look at this photo
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Paris Marathon
Before race.
I have never been this scared in my life. I haven't trained for this race most I have ever run on the streets is 13 miles 3 weeks ago for the Mercer half marathon.
I have not slept in four days. On the plane a teammate sitting next to me said "have you ever ran a marathon before?" I am like “no. you?” She said in Japan she WON the Sasayama marathon. At that moment my fear jumped even higher. I think I can say I am only that wants the plane to be hijacked. Not from a terrorist but a cute little old Irish man who temporally lost perspective when he needs to be home because his wife is at the hospital just to have their first child. A little baby girl. The type of story we would all be clapping for him when we land on the street by the hospital but then it would make it too late for us to make the marathon.
Once we got to the hotel my roommate Lyle was unpacking and she said "have you ever ran a marathon before?" "No. You?” “This will be my 46th.” Now I wish I would have jumped from the plane. God. I took three xanax it 20 hour span, not one helped. I have not slept in 4 days.
Afraid to talk about it because it seems to summon negativity. I wasn't fishing for affirmation but I sure as hell was asking for anybody bad beat stories. But they came flooding in and who is the guy about the mile 18 but no offense but before the race, I couldn’t stop help thinking I am going to go thru some kind of vortex and it’s going to be this hell. I do think one foot in front of the other Purcell was perfect. And another friends, “you have the mental strength.” So I summoned all the gods to bless me on this very day for the Lukemia foundation and anyone that has been touched my cancer.
Race day. 35 thousand plus racers
I got all excited –and with my deepest voice yelled “Bring on the pain” then I realized Pain in French is Bread. I just yelled bring on the bread. So I yelled one more time “Bring on the Hurt” started jumping and down. Someone says that is my karaokee voice (you know who you are) Endorphins kicked way up. At that point I had no fear I wouldn’t finish. My coach is like “she is back” and I was jumping up and down. Roaring.
They started running out of water, and one mentor was cutting back saying keep this speed to keep water. I was well stocked, three bottles, with new in my belt, four gu’s, two hammer gels. I would take water on the course and also drop my tablets in the bottles.
It was 86 degrees and I was had two bottles of nuun I was handing out little tablets to teammate before the races, refusing people saying no I have water. Some graciously took it. None of them had used them before.
It was out of Dean Koontz novel watching people get water. They also ran out of water for the people very end.
Also when I ran under the 32K banner, I was like sweet! 10 K left. And I heard for most people that was the hard part knowing they had six miles lefts. Or they would say the six miles were there toughest, me, knowing I had that only that amount left was the easiest. I think the small adventure races I have done have given me training, because you don’t know when you are going to end. Knowing there was an end in sight was glorious.
The only sad thing was the last six miles I saw a few deaths. CPR. A man on life support and one on our teammates in ambulance after the race. 200 people throwing up and many on the ground with space blankets waiting for ambulances.
I took it slow. I did pee blood from a kidney infection half the course and am on antibiotics. I tried holding pee-ing for and hour and half before the race. No bathrooms. Team didn’t want me to leave out of line. Then I ran 45 minutes before I could pee. That was the worse of it.
The close down the marathon after 540 but they left it open until 6:11. Me watching anyone coming in afer 5 to 611 looked like a death march. I heard this is abnormal. Because kona is even hotter and less sick racers.
This is not my best report and will be edit with better details. Exhausted and bought small wi fi time.
However as teammates came in they were praising me on the nuun. I was like a god. I am either insecure or a god. Notice? The carnage on the last six miles of the course was lack of water and electrolytes. Very unsupported race and they weren’t expecting the heat and VERY unsupported race. Except spectators. It was like a parade. We were the parade. A little French girl with a cute little accent yelled right at me “I believe in you” I cried so many times for happiness and sadness when people were down. I also need to write about Austri, the most amazing girl I have ever met and I ended up running with her. AMAZING.
A woman Elise I met on our team said at mile 17 she decided to quit. She had an empty water bottle. A fireman filled it up (lucky her, eh?) and then he said “your freckles have no more color maybe you should stop.” Then she said she remembered the nuun – and put it in. She swears it changed her life. She got up and finished the race. I have no reason to pump up nuun…no sponsors, I am pumped about the fact she loved me for it and my status was raised by my teammates. NUUN –GOD SEND!
This is what you look like when finish a race is Paris. Ok truth, this is what you look like when you won’t take your medal off. All waiters “did you win?” “oui” really? No. I heard another girl say (because I wasn’t dressed American –wearing like four inch heals, jeans and lingerie shirt –when in Paris (I was taller than all the men I walked by) and sitting with a couple who I met who kept speaking French to the waiters –so these American’s said, “I bet she has to keep that on” HA.
I have some of the most amazing photos in the world through the course.
This will be edited with more fun events and better grammar, just wanted a post a thanks to all my friends who I race with and send out love to all that supported me emotionally or donated. I will send the link of the running pictures. Ran the entire city of Paris.. Amazing.. oh and it was not 26.2 miles. I am in Paris. It was a 43K. My next goal is a 50K trail run. But that I will train for.
I have never been this scared in my life. I haven't trained for this race most I have ever run on the streets is 13 miles 3 weeks ago for the Mercer half marathon.
I have not slept in four days. On the plane a teammate sitting next to me said "have you ever ran a marathon before?" I am like “no. you?” She said in Japan she WON the Sasayama marathon. At that moment my fear jumped even higher. I think I can say I am only that wants the plane to be hijacked. Not from a terrorist but a cute little old Irish man who temporally lost perspective when he needs to be home because his wife is at the hospital just to have their first child. A little baby girl. The type of story we would all be clapping for him when we land on the street by the hospital but then it would make it too late for us to make the marathon.
Once we got to the hotel my roommate Lyle was unpacking and she said "have you ever ran a marathon before?" "No. You?” “This will be my 46th.” Now I wish I would have jumped from the plane. God. I took three xanax it 20 hour span, not one helped. I have not slept in 4 days.
Afraid to talk about it because it seems to summon negativity. I wasn't fishing for affirmation but I sure as hell was asking for anybody bad beat stories. But they came flooding in and who is the guy about the mile 18 but no offense but before the race, I couldn’t stop help thinking I am going to go thru some kind of vortex and it’s going to be this hell. I do think one foot in front of the other Purcell was perfect. And another friends, “you have the mental strength.” So I summoned all the gods to bless me on this very day for the Lukemia foundation and anyone that has been touched my cancer.
Race day. 35 thousand plus racers
I got all excited –and with my deepest voice yelled “Bring on the pain” then I realized Pain in French is Bread. I just yelled bring on the bread. So I yelled one more time “Bring on the Hurt” started jumping and down. Someone says that is my karaokee voice (you know who you are) Endorphins kicked way up. At that point I had no fear I wouldn’t finish. My coach is like “she is back” and I was jumping up and down. Roaring.
They started running out of water, and one mentor was cutting back saying keep this speed to keep water. I was well stocked, three bottles, with new in my belt, four gu’s, two hammer gels. I would take water on the course and also drop my tablets in the bottles.
It was 86 degrees and I was had two bottles of nuun I was handing out little tablets to teammate before the races, refusing people saying no I have water. Some graciously took it. None of them had used them before.
It was out of Dean Koontz novel watching people get water. They also ran out of water for the people very end.
Also when I ran under the 32K banner, I was like sweet! 10 K left. And I heard for most people that was the hard part knowing they had six miles lefts. Or they would say the six miles were there toughest, me, knowing I had that only that amount left was the easiest. I think the small adventure races I have done have given me training, because you don’t know when you are going to end. Knowing there was an end in sight was glorious.
The only sad thing was the last six miles I saw a few deaths. CPR. A man on life support and one on our teammates in ambulance after the race. 200 people throwing up and many on the ground with space blankets waiting for ambulances.
I took it slow. I did pee blood from a kidney infection half the course and am on antibiotics. I tried holding pee-ing for and hour and half before the race. No bathrooms. Team didn’t want me to leave out of line. Then I ran 45 minutes before I could pee. That was the worse of it.
The close down the marathon after 540 but they left it open until 6:11. Me watching anyone coming in afer 5 to 611 looked like a death march. I heard this is abnormal. Because kona is even hotter and less sick racers.
This is not my best report and will be edit with better details. Exhausted and bought small wi fi time.
However as teammates came in they were praising me on the nuun. I was like a god. I am either insecure or a god. Notice? The carnage on the last six miles of the course was lack of water and electrolytes. Very unsupported race and they weren’t expecting the heat and VERY unsupported race. Except spectators. It was like a parade. We were the parade. A little French girl with a cute little accent yelled right at me “I believe in you” I cried so many times for happiness and sadness when people were down. I also need to write about Austri, the most amazing girl I have ever met and I ended up running with her. AMAZING.
A woman Elise I met on our team said at mile 17 she decided to quit. She had an empty water bottle. A fireman filled it up (lucky her, eh?) and then he said “your freckles have no more color maybe you should stop.” Then she said she remembered the nuun – and put it in. She swears it changed her life. She got up and finished the race. I have no reason to pump up nuun…no sponsors, I am pumped about the fact she loved me for it and my status was raised by my teammates. NUUN –GOD SEND!
This is what you look like when finish a race is Paris. Ok truth, this is what you look like when you won’t take your medal off. All waiters “did you win?” “oui” really? No. I heard another girl say (because I wasn’t dressed American –wearing like four inch heals, jeans and lingerie shirt –when in Paris (I was taller than all the men I walked by) and sitting with a couple who I met who kept speaking French to the waiters –so these American’s said, “I bet she has to keep that on” HA.
I have some of the most amazing photos in the world through the course.
This will be edited with more fun events and better grammar, just wanted a post a thanks to all my friends who I race with and send out love to all that supported me emotionally or donated. I will send the link of the running pictures. Ran the entire city of Paris.. Amazing.. oh and it was not 26.2 miles. I am in Paris. It was a 43K. My next goal is a 50K trail run. But that I will train for.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
The BEAST
What can get two boys to turn their heads so fast at you that they could almost get whiplash?
A) Be a smoking HOT chick
Or
B) (Which turned out to be my case) take a photo of RVG while I’m on tow and he is pushing D up the biggest hill in the beast race.
Yes, one could say, "what the flip?" as if I was not pedaling back there. BUT one could also say that's a pretty monumental moment and a tough ass racer and who wouldn't want some footage? I was pedaling really hard up until that very moment. I can honestly claim I was winded and giving it all I got. Then I just checked out and my head starting talking to me in this UFC announcement voice, "and on his right he is pushing heavy weight champion MAC daddy weighing in at 225 and towing light weight JP coming in at 110" and I was like this is a photo op. The scrutiny for 15 seconds was all in the flip of their heads, the look of astonishment, but then it became humorous - and comments from D and RVG were like, "does she have her feet up?" “yes while on her cell phone”…etc. Lots of laughter but for one second I was the mortal enemy. But I wouldn't take that moment back, even for a second. NO REGRETS.
The race started and 7, put on by team Mergio -Bone -dead on navigator, Roger -speaks more languages then there are countries and AV –kind of a ladies man. :) Also recovering to be racing again.. but you know that from other posts.
It was chilly in the beginning. D and I thought we were racing alone and in pops RVG he was there for support or lotto -we say you want to race with us he said "Is it ok with you guys" and literally dropped his clothes and he was dressed and ready to rumble.
D and him made this decision that D would navigate and RVG would correct if we were off course. This lasted six checkpoints when RVG kick in some competitiveness when seeing other racers and his instincts were saying go this way. D was doing great, it was just excitement of the race. I felt helpless -I kept say Never Eat Soggy Worms (something I learned in grade school to remember direction) but that only works if you know which way is North. I, however, will begin more navigation classes, orienteering and take my compass out of my backpack. I will strengthen that skill. I am very determined. I don't take promises lightly and I PROMISE this will become a strength. D and him continued to make decisions –but he did train D and they liked talking about it.
There was a straight away where D and RVG were at same speed and I got to be back on tow (yes one would think I would be banished) but I was on hardest gears and standing up, giving it all I got and still RVG was tugging me - we were flying. I think I was actually going faster than when I wake board or water ski. I love speed.
It also was amazing to me that D is so strong biking. I am going out there too, its just happening at different speeds.
I had a blast. There is not a moment I could wish differently. Even where I noticed my weaknesses, it just gave me goals to shoot for (Maybe next time too, I can turn off my flash since I had the booming light and the boys would have never noticed me taking photos on tow – see? already thinking ahead).
Top things
-Even though it started off chilly, I was in that happy buzzing mood I see most racers prior to a race. Just down right giddy.
-There were a couple of down hills where I used zero breaks and I was flying and it felt so amazing.
-I was winded before a body piece hurt - I will be sore tomorrow but usually I am suffering some ailment (my toe hurt but nothing like the last few days.)
-Some of the single track was smooth as butter after riding tapeworm.
-The race was well done and had a lot of tough spots and exciting pay offs.
-I love seeing some of the friends I met before and meeting new people.
-As always the food was amazing -my hats off to the chefs. I loved it
-My light was bigger than the moon. I felt it was amazing and a curse at the same time. If anyone was lost I felt like at a check point I was the spotlight you follow in the sky. People also when we passed said "Bright light, Bright light" -I wasn't sure how to take that so I internally was like "damn this light ROCKS"
-I took some great photos of as many people I could.
-Our transition was 30 seconds or less. We ran with everything -just a shoe change.
-I couldn't ask for better, stronger, funnier teammates. They were BRILLIANT.
-We went to wash our bikes off and D said "I ate so much (this sentence is usually followed by a "why did I do that?") but this was "I ate so much, I need more food" so we went to Dicks on 45th, deluxe, fries, cheese burger and a coke. That was the best coke. My mouth just watered typing that. YUMMY.
Great job Beast go-ers. Thank you to the volunteers as well. I will send a link to the Roger or Eric for people to view of all the racers.
A) Be a smoking HOT chick
Or
B) (Which turned out to be my case) take a photo of RVG while I’m on tow and he is pushing D up the biggest hill in the beast race.
Yes, one could say, "what the flip?" as if I was not pedaling back there. BUT one could also say that's a pretty monumental moment and a tough ass racer and who wouldn't want some footage? I was pedaling really hard up until that very moment. I can honestly claim I was winded and giving it all I got. Then I just checked out and my head starting talking to me in this UFC announcement voice, "and on his right he is pushing heavy weight champion MAC daddy weighing in at 225 and towing light weight JP coming in at 110" and I was like this is a photo op. The scrutiny for 15 seconds was all in the flip of their heads, the look of astonishment, but then it became humorous - and comments from D and RVG were like, "does she have her feet up?" “yes while on her cell phone”…etc. Lots of laughter but for one second I was the mortal enemy. But I wouldn't take that moment back, even for a second. NO REGRETS.
The race started and 7, put on by team Mergio -Bone -dead on navigator, Roger -speaks more languages then there are countries and AV –kind of a ladies man. :) Also recovering to be racing again.. but you know that from other posts.
It was chilly in the beginning. D and I thought we were racing alone and in pops RVG he was there for support or lotto -we say you want to race with us he said "Is it ok with you guys" and literally dropped his clothes and he was dressed and ready to rumble.
D and him made this decision that D would navigate and RVG would correct if we were off course. This lasted six checkpoints when RVG kick in some competitiveness when seeing other racers and his instincts were saying go this way. D was doing great, it was just excitement of the race. I felt helpless -I kept say Never Eat Soggy Worms (something I learned in grade school to remember direction) but that only works if you know which way is North. I, however, will begin more navigation classes, orienteering and take my compass out of my backpack. I will strengthen that skill. I am very determined. I don't take promises lightly and I PROMISE this will become a strength. D and him continued to make decisions –but he did train D and they liked talking about it.
There was a straight away where D and RVG were at same speed and I got to be back on tow (yes one would think I would be banished) but I was on hardest gears and standing up, giving it all I got and still RVG was tugging me - we were flying. I think I was actually going faster than when I wake board or water ski. I love speed.
It also was amazing to me that D is so strong biking. I am going out there too, its just happening at different speeds.
I had a blast. There is not a moment I could wish differently. Even where I noticed my weaknesses, it just gave me goals to shoot for (Maybe next time too, I can turn off my flash since I had the booming light and the boys would have never noticed me taking photos on tow – see? already thinking ahead).
Top things
-Even though it started off chilly, I was in that happy buzzing mood I see most racers prior to a race. Just down right giddy.
-There were a couple of down hills where I used zero breaks and I was flying and it felt so amazing.
-I was winded before a body piece hurt - I will be sore tomorrow but usually I am suffering some ailment (my toe hurt but nothing like the last few days.)
-Some of the single track was smooth as butter after riding tapeworm.
-The race was well done and had a lot of tough spots and exciting pay offs.
-I love seeing some of the friends I met before and meeting new people.
-As always the food was amazing -my hats off to the chefs. I loved it
-My light was bigger than the moon. I felt it was amazing and a curse at the same time. If anyone was lost I felt like at a check point I was the spotlight you follow in the sky. People also when we passed said "Bright light, Bright light" -I wasn't sure how to take that so I internally was like "damn this light ROCKS"
-I took some great photos of as many people I could.
-Our transition was 30 seconds or less. We ran with everything -just a shoe change.
-I couldn't ask for better, stronger, funnier teammates. They were BRILLIANT.
-We went to wash our bikes off and D said "I ate so much (this sentence is usually followed by a "why did I do that?") but this was "I ate so much, I need more food" so we went to Dicks on 45th, deluxe, fries, cheese burger and a coke. That was the best coke. My mouth just watered typing that. YUMMY.
Great job Beast go-ers. Thank you to the volunteers as well. I will send a link to the Roger or Eric for people to view of all the racers.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Great tued dude
that was a text I just got, I yet to decipher it.. and I consider myself great at puzzles, but I can’t.. hmm
I would say I don't have a lot going on but I have the beast tomorrow and a marathon on Saturday that I fly too - which seems tougher than the race (please don't let me eat my words)
I haven't exercised a lot since the half marathon, it wasn't the right toe keeping me from running, it was the left toe. Little infection by the bone, I am like when doesn't running injure me, and where do I draw the line in the sand as injured or pansy apple?! HOWEVER, at our Team in Training Kick off Party I was wearing sandals because my toe on the right wasn't into wearing socks at the moment and my coach pointed out something looked wrong with my toe, the left toe, not the red rum toe - I was like grr. She said I will make a call, one HEALTHY toenail removal later (didn't drain any infection) and antibiotics. - It was hell! So that is my lazy excuse!
Anyway Sunday night in the rain -we rode to Alki and back, oh stopped for a sugar fix of hot chocolate and a danish. We rode about twenty miles. Felt so great.. I forgot the memory of a high from exercise... it was fantastic. WET. COLD. but very ALIVE.
I need to download awesome motivating itunes for Saturday. I need suggestions. I have gone ipod free for a month or two.
The top title could be slang for "great attitude dude." "or your a tool dude.."
I would say I don't have a lot going on but I have the beast tomorrow and a marathon on Saturday that I fly too - which seems tougher than the race (please don't let me eat my words)
I haven't exercised a lot since the half marathon, it wasn't the right toe keeping me from running, it was the left toe. Little infection by the bone, I am like when doesn't running injure me, and where do I draw the line in the sand as injured or pansy apple?! HOWEVER, at our Team in Training Kick off Party I was wearing sandals because my toe on the right wasn't into wearing socks at the moment and my coach pointed out something looked wrong with my toe, the left toe, not the red rum toe - I was like grr. She said I will make a call, one HEALTHY toenail removal later (didn't drain any infection) and antibiotics. - It was hell! So that is my lazy excuse!
Anyway Sunday night in the rain -we rode to Alki and back, oh stopped for a sugar fix of hot chocolate and a danish. We rode about twenty miles. Felt so great.. I forgot the memory of a high from exercise... it was fantastic. WET. COLD. but very ALIVE.
I need to download awesome motivating itunes for Saturday. I need suggestions. I have gone ipod free for a month or two.
The top title could be slang for "great attitude dude." "or your a tool dude.."
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