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Went out for a lunchtime trail run, wanted to do at least 6 miles. Felt pretty good, there were no big climbs so I was keeping a decent pace. Turned around at 3.5 miles and headed back to finish 7. At about mile 5, a #######g yellow jacket flew right into my mouth! Stung me on the lip, I think I bit it in half and spit it out, not really sure as it happened so fast. Luckily I reached up and was able to pull the bee's hind-parts and stinger from my lip without being able to see it, and I took a short cut to get back to my car in 6 instead of 7 as I was a little worried about the reaction (allergies in my family). Let's just say that final mile was my speed work for the day, because I was moving to get back to the car!
Got to the car, popped a couple benadryls, and then went to put ice on it. But dang if it doesn't still hurt like a mother. I'm supposed to go to a work networking event tonight, and while I usually try not to rely on physcial deformity, in this case I guess I have my icebreaker for the evening.
Got to the car, popped a couple benadryls, and then went to put ice on it. But dang if it doesn't still hurt like a mother. I'm supposed to go to a work networking event tonight, and while I usually try not to rely on physcial deformity, in this case I guess I have my icebreaker for the evening.
at noon (when I'd better be drinking beers with Culdeus!) with winds 9 mph from the NE. Giddy'up!!! This certainly isn't going to be "Hotter than Hell." Hotter than Michigan maybe, but not hell :( 
at noon (when I'd better be drinking beers with Culdeus!) with winds 9 mph from the NE. Giddy'up!!! This certainly isn't going to be "Hotter than Hell." Hotter than Michigan maybe, but not hell 
I stayed with the group through mile 42 where they stopped at the rest stop. I was like "are you kidding me" and literally ventured on alone from mile 42 to 47, averaging approx. 20.5 mph (solo); at mile 48, the same group caught up with me, and I leeched onto them (yippee!). We stayed together as a large, strong pace group, though there were large struggles at each rest stop (miles 54, 59, 69, & 78). I was still feeling great, and decided that I really wanted to see if I could finish the century w/o stopping (I'd never done it before). At each stop, I worked my ### off to stay at or near the front, so that I wouldn't be caught chasing down a large group by myself. Right after the 78 mile rest stop, things got ugly fast. We were a smaller (but still pretty large) group, and about half of the group, really wanted to get the pace going. At least 4 times between mile 78 and 89 I had to go solo to catch up with breakaways from the larger group. In each instance, my HR went over 180, and my body really struggled. I was most proud of a solo effort at mile 82, where I spent a mile+ hunting down the lead group all by myself. I did this mile in 2:32, and my HR hovered around 185 for quite awhile (red lining). I caught them, but burned too many matches. I stayed with the group through mile 87, but lost them for good around a turn in which I was at the back of the pack, and only myself and one other guy tried (unsuccessfully) to bridge the gap. I chased for about a half mile with him when he fell off my back wheel. I thought that catching them was my only chance of reaching my goal (4:30). I didn't have it in me to catch the group so slowed down and went into survival mode. I started cramping (not bad) at mile 89. I was all alone, and hurting, and really questioned what I had to get in, and just wanted to beat last year's time of 4:45. Luckily at mile 97 the calvary caught up with me (8 hard miles with no assistance). the group that had splintered off at mile 78 had caught me!!!!!!!!!!! I cruised with them as long as I could, still cramping and fell off their back at mile 100, and limped my way in the best that I could.
Seriously, Saturday I got up early and grabbed my MTB to help with a local race. It was a 5k run on half road, half trail. We paced the riders and cleared the trail, etc. Ended up riding 12 miles at a reasonably leisurely pace. The winner of the race finished in 19:45.I then did my FF draft for the year (the auto rate my team thing put me at the top of the league, for the 1/4 shekel that is worth).After that I went for a 4 mile run, which is now a "middle distance" for me in my training progression. I went 7:57, 8:00, 8:15, and 8:20 for about an 8:09 average or so. I consider that progress and am quite pleased that I am holding pace for a longer time. At this point with another tri coming up soon I want to try and train at 4 miles or so at a good pace to be able to do the tri 3 miles at a good pace before I tail off. I was definitely tired after I was done, though.Today was an off day (and am sick).This leads me to a question for you runner dudes. When I run I sweat like a dog. Like lose 3-4 lbs for a decent run. After I am done everything is soaked - shirt down to socks. I love/hate cotton shirts - hate 'em because they are completely drenched 2 miles in and love 'em because I can wipe the sweat out of my eyes with the sleeves. Any good alternatives?
I've always wanted to be one of the people who they screwed up their chip time!!!
20 slower on the back half).
) so I can't know for sure, but using my Garmin time (has to be pretty close to accurate); I am approximately 50th overall. That is only of those that purchased chips though. Of those who rode (15,000+, but I don't know how many did the full 100), less than 1,500 (of those who raced the full 100) purchased chips. I'd like to think that the majority of "good" riders purchased chips, while those who were weaker didn't. I would have placed 12th of 225 in my age bracket, of those who purchased chips.
