The Results Are In!

I took a look at the tri website today and was excited to see that results were posted there. I am thrilled with my time, under 3 hrs is better than I could have ever hoped for. If I understand the way things were posted, though, I was second to LAST in my age group...oh well, maybe with time and practice I will get better.....

SWIM - 0:19:41 (500 meters)
BIKE - 1:22:02 (12 miles)
WALK - 1:12:00 (5K+) (3.7 miles)
TOTAL - 2:53:43

IT'S OFFICIAL !!!

I am a TRI-ATHLETE!

I was certain a week ago that I was NOT going to do this...then I got a blessing and some other things fell into place and I was extended more tender mercies than I could count....

Preston dragged my sorry rear out of bed at 430am - yes that is AM. A friend of mine who teaches seminary says that waking up that early is called "waking up at the crack of stupid" - and I should have been feeling that way for even THINKING about competing when I havent been able to exercise for WEEKS. I wasnt though, I was strangely calm about the whole thing. (TM#1)
Preston & Ceana agreed to volunteer at the pool (wish I had picts of them too) so they dropped me off at the DHS stadium to get checked in and they were off to find out their duties. It was crazy being there so early, surrounded by other sisters who were also trickling in. The bikes were slowly being added to the rows that stretched from one side of the stadium to the other (there was an actual photographer at the event, we are supposed to have picts posted soon, hopefully there will be more I can share here too).
It really was strange for me to be so totally calm about the whole thing, I felt like that the entire day, and even after - like it was really just a memory from a dream - kind of surreal, it has been weird.
After I got all checked in I walked the block or so down to the DAC to get ready for my heat for the swim. I got there to find out that another sister who was in the same ward (before we split wards) was in my lane and only one other sister too. That had been a big concern for me, having to swim in a lane with 5 other sisters knowing I was going to be on my back - which meant slower than everyone else. Only having 3 of us in the widest lane was a miracle (TM #2)
We chatted briefly and watched the clock tick the minutes away until it was our turn. Finally the time arrived to start. Last minute instructions were given and then Preston had the fun of being the official announcer for the day. I think he enjoyed having that megaphone on loud and being the one to send everyone off! Ceana was also ready at her post where she was keeping track of time and counting laps for us (she was assigned to my lane!)
Ceana took this awesome shot of the lane I was in. It kind of gives the perspective of what it felt like - LONG...
During check in we were given instructions and all the stuff we needed for the race - including being "tatooed" in 3 places - literally someone wrote my race # and my swim heat/lane on my body (upper arm, right calf, right hand)This is me and my friend from the Mon 1st ward showing them off just before the race.

Both Preston & Ceana were assigned to my lane (TM #3) Preston snapped these off for me as I came to the end of the pool where they were. It is so hard to describe how I felt as I swam. The water was almost calming and relaxing (TM #4) and the fact that I didnt have to worry about watching my own time or counting laps just made things go even better. With just 3 of us in the lane all swimming at about the same speed, things really went well. We drifted a couple of times, but just laughed it off and encouraged each other. I was shocked when I was swimming and ceana told me I only was down to my final lap. It had gone by so quickly. Suddenly I was done and jumping out of the pool to dry off enough to get to my bike. I got a big hug and a very excited comment from a sister in our ward who has been like a mom to all of us during the last several months, she has been so great to all of us. I realized I was so focused on my next transition that I didnt even wave or get to say anything to Preston or Ceana, though.
Later in the day I got a chance to ask Ceana about my time - found out I did my 500 meters in about 17 min - which is only slightly slower than I was timed at 3 months ago. I was really excited about that - that my body remembered what to do, and that finding my own way of doing things, and my own rhythm had helped me be more successful than I had ever imagined! It was a really great feeling!

IT"S OFFICIAL II

The second part of the race was the biking. This has been my HARDEST event during all of my training. It is crazy to remember back to May when Preston had to teach me how to even ride the dumb thing. Now I was getting ready to ride 12 miles in a real race. It still is kind of crazy to think about. We live in a very rural area, and because of all of the fields and stuff, the fog can be VERY thick and dense and cold. You can see here in this picture that it had cleared some (ceana took this at the END of the race since I was on my own in the transition time) When I got on my bike before 7am there was barely any light and the fog was so thick that really you couldnt see far in front of you. It was also very heavy with moisture. Even if I hadnt have been wet from the pool, I was soaked just from all of the condensation. Wish I would have been able to get a pict of all the zillions of droplets on every inch of exposed skin and hair. My arms looked like they were covered in tiny diamonds, and my face wasnt very dry when I tried to wipe my cheeks on my already wet sleeves. It was a strange sensation to blink and feel the water on my eyelashes - that doesnt even happen in the pool or shower - the fog just clung to everything.

When I was getting ready to get on my bike I wolfed down some juice and trailmix that I had taken. I am so glad I did too. I wouldnt have even known about doing that if one of the tri coordinators had not shared her experiences with us. I am so glad she did. (TM #5)When I got going I realized that I had forgotten my ear muff (those of you who know me well, know that my ears do NOT do cold and it is usually really bad because it brings on migraines) The temps were really low with the time of day it was plus the heavy fog, and yet I felt completely wrapped in warmth (TM #6) The wind that blew past me was warm and gentle and my ears felt like they had earmuffs over them, I never felt the wind against them at all. The 1st half of the ride was not bad. I just kept trying to focus on pedaling and making sure I didnt wobble. When I got to the turn around point, though, the tops of my thighs were burning like crazy. I took time to get off and stretch and see if I could work out some of the ouch. I also downed some gatorade (usually I think that stuff is NASTY, but I must of needed it because it actually tasted good) (TM #7)

The 2nd half of the ride was HARD,with a capital H. I really struggled most of the way, and even had a spot where I had to get off my bike and walk (that didnt last too long though because I got too many people worried that I was not ok) As I rode back I sent silent prayers out, I knew I could not, would not, be able to make it back to the stadium alone. I started to have songs flow through my mind. As I looked at the solid white line along the road "Hold To The Rod" came to me - "Hold to the rod, It's strong and bright and true, twill safely guide us through....." That white line on the road was my rod, if I followed it I would be safely led back. It was bright and I needed it to stay on the right path and to stay safe. I sang until I couldnt remember the words, and then another song would come in its place. Another song that came through was the chorus from "The Prince Of Egypt" - it is one of our favorite movies and we watch it often. It seemed the perfect song for where I was at "There can be miracles when you believe, though hope is frail, it's hard to kill. There can be miracles you can achieve, when you believe, somehow you will, you will when you believe." The other lines flitted on the edge of my brain, but it seemed that the lesson taught in that song was exactly what I needed. I had completely given up on the thought of competing, I knew I wasnt prepared to do it. But because of a priesthood blessing, and trusting and believing that I was where I was supposed to be, miracles really were happening. The entire ride back was like that. Hymns came and went and even though I am a self-professed NON singer, I sang as loud as I could, focusing on the messages of the gospel principles that I was seeing in action right at that time. I know the people I rode past probably thought I was crazy, but it was the strength and re-focus of my heart and mind that I needed to get me back to the stadium. (TM #8) I found out that other sisters had similar experiences throughout the day...

The other thing that helped on the bike ride, esp on that long ride back, were all the cute little things the Tri coordinators had written on the road in colored chalk (TM #9) Just when I thought I couldnt do anymore, I would ride past a "HUGS" or "U R AWESOME" or "SMILE" - and I would smile or even laugh out loud at the funny/cute things. Those little words made all the difference because I knew that there were sisters who knew and cared about me, that they were thinking of me, and that I wasnt alone. Their small and simple act of kindness and love made my long, often lonely journey not so hard to bear. Times havent been posted yet about the bike portion, but I am guessing it was really miraculous because I know what time I was completly done...It will be fun to find out soon.

My transition time to the walk again included juice and trailmix. I was glad for the brief moment to stop, my legs felt really wobbly after being on the bike for so long. It took me a lot longer than I thought to get my legs under me, and I was kind of glad that I had 2 loops to work out the kinks. I was also again glad that it was not my job to worry about what time it was, or where I was. My only job was to walk, at my own pace, and only think about how I was doing vs worrying about how I was doing compared to others. I think this is the first time I have felt a real freedom in that area. (TM #10) I KNEW that someone else was keeping track of my time, my efforts, and making sure I was ok. I was free to concentrate, reflect and enjoy the moment that I was in, and not worry about what anyone else was thinking or doing, or if I was measuring up to others' expectations. It was a good feeling, a lesson I should work harder to make real all the time...
On the last piece of the last lap I walked, I was excited to see Preston & Ceana walking towards me. We were all worried that they wouldnt be done helping at the pool before I was completely finished with the race. I asked Ceana to take a pict, except she had put the camera away in the truck. They took the shortcut to the finish line to snag the camera while I finished my lap. It was really an amazing thing to see the families, and ward and stake leaders all there at the end, cheering and clapping. Ceana stood at the other side of the finish line to get picts and Preston was up in the stands cheering me on. It was so amazing, it made me kind of giggly and clappy (?)
This is the sister from our ward who has been our "mom" through the whole thing. She was also one of the main coordinators of this monster undertaking. While I was giddy with the fact I had actually done this amazing thing, she grabbed me into a bear hug, sobbing her eyes out, repeating "you did it, you did it!" It was very exciting and emotional for both of us. Not only were there tears, but she put in her own spunk and made us laugh just seconds later. Preston had come down out of the stands to me, and R saw him first. "There's your sweet guy" she said as he swept me into a hug and kiss, and in the same breath without missing a beat she said "get a room you two." We just laughed right out loud! It brought the lightness and joy to add to the tears of deep emotion. I found out later that she had waited and cheered everyone across the finish line, right down to the very last sister! That is the kind of person she is. Thanx R for everything, you have been an angel to all of us!
Well, here I am, award medal around my neck (darling things made by another sis in the stake) and still not quite believing that I really did compete AND finish! (and finish in a time that seems almost impossible to me) Preston helped me gather up my bike and bag-o-stuff, and I made a bee line for the bathroom (thanx to all the gatorade, juice, and water) and then to somewhere I could stretch. The tops of my thighs were burning because I had stopped moving at such an intense pace. I took some time to stretch and cool down a bit more. I also took some time to cheer on others who were transitioning or finishing as well. It was fun to do that for others as they came in and out of the stadium, it felt great to give some of what I had also received.

Preston and I did the ID marathon, and other sisters have also done other races. We all agreed how different this was, and how amazing it felt. The race was never about individuals, or about winning. It was about giving, supporting, encouraging, learning, growing and loving. It was about all of us helping each other to reach our goals and to finish together. All the months of training culminated at this wonderful day, but all of the friendships, giving, serving, teaching, learning, and love will last way beyond this day and time. Our stake has become "one" in many ways. We have become unified as sisters and friends, and have been given blessings and opportunities that though they started out being focused on the triathlon, have and will change our lives forever, probably in more ways than we will ever know. I am truly thankful to a Heavenly Father who inspired our stake leaders to do this, and for His not-so-gentle push for me to follow through and see this through to the end. I would have missed so much, including the lessons that only came during the race, and in the time that I have spent reflecting on everything. It is a time, and a special day, that I will never forget.

Just as a PS - the day didnt end there. I was spoiled to be able to come home to a wonderful, deep, jetted tub filled with hot water to soak my still sore legs. I also got to eat yummy pancakes Kaeli had made, and a got short nap while Preston helped the kids with homework. I was also surprised with beautiful "congrats" flowers from Preston's parents.

I also got to enjoy the friendship, sisterhood, and stories of all the other sisters who were in the tri at the special stake dinner that was held before the RS general conference broadcast. It was so fun, and emotional to listen to the sisters share some of their experiences about their training and the race. I was even brave enough to heed the again, not-so-gentle, prompting to share some of the TM that I had experienced. The broadcast was amazing and it was a joy to see the extra spunky mood Pres Monson was in, and to listen to him speak to the sisters around the world. The messages were sweet and inspired and there will be much to think about and remember.

It truly was a glorious day. It feels great to be so tired, and so happy at the same time. Knowing that the sisters of the stake came together to accomplish hundreds of wonderful things, both big and small, and that those things will be a blessing to all of us forever. Our stake will never be the same! Because of the ties and friendships formed throughout the wards, it will be more wonderful than ever and we will all be blessed because of it!