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I got to hear those sweet, sweet words on July 24th, 2016 after completing a really long day on the Ironman Canada course in Whistler, BC.  Huzzah!!!!!!


It’s been a while since I’ve posted…as the race approached (from about 3 months out), I found myself getting quieter and quieter.  I didn’t want to say too much about my training out loud – but I’m now finding it hard to articulate why…I think part was fear, part was doubt, and part was disbelief that I was actually going to go through with this crazy adventure.  If I wrote about it, somehow it would be real. Silly, right?

Let’s see if I can capture the last little while in a few words and a few more pictures…

The Lead Up

The last few months of training went well.  Volume  went way up, with many long bike rides and an endurance camp that had us covering 2km of swim, 38 km of run, and 318 km of bike over 4 days when we were a month out from IM Canada.  That volume weekend included the windiest gran fondo imaginable, with the last 50km being uphill and into the wind (and not in the way our parents tell us they used to walk uphill barefoot in the snow uphill both ways to get to and from school each day)


Before that, we completed a 5 hr ride on the computrainer, followed by the Calgary Half Marathon the next morning on tired legs.

(that computrain ride was so long our coach showed up with a pillow so she could take a nap while we rode)

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We also warmed up for IM Canada with an Olympic distance race at Wasa Lake, where we all had personal bests and lots of fun.

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And before we knew it, we were tapering and getting ready to head to Whistler…


Deb and I drove over 2 days, arriving on Wednesday evening after a gloomy and daunting jaunt through the back roads of BC.  Our condo turned out to be across the street from T2, the finish line, and the Olympic Plaza (where the expo and briefing happened), which was fantastic! We could easily attend all the event hoopla (much to the detriment of my credit card after coming out in the gear tent…3 times), or retreat away from all the energy into what we called our “bubble”.

On Thursday morning our helmets went on for breakfast and for practicing tire changes. I know, it’s silly – but it works for us! There was much rejoicing as we refreshed our memories about how to change a tire (we brought a spare one to practice with), and a decreased amount of swearing the more we did it.

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We messed around with our gear (since neither of us really knew what we were doing, how to pack things up, or what we should be packing), checked in, got our bracelets, beer (there was beer in our race package), backpacks, and wandered around Whistler Village.

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Friday brought more of the same puttering and hanging out in the bubble, with a short bike ride and a practice swim in a windy and choppy lake during the day, and a dinner that evening with our coach and support crew.  Nerves were in full swing at this point, but we still managed to enjoy our time, and our coach gave us each a card and a note of encouragement.


Saturday we finished packing up our bike-to-run bags and our special needs bags (I packed WAAAAAAY too much in my special needs bags – live and learn).  We dropped off our bikes, our bags, and retreated back into the bubble.  I cooked us supper that night (which was also my breakfast the next morning), and we were off to bed early.

Race Day

My alarm was set for 3:45am, but I was wide awake at 3:24am so I got up and started to get ready.  I like to give myself lots of time to have breakfast and get myself together so that I don’t feel rushed.  I knew that it would be a really long day, and I wanted to start it off without any more stress than was already there! Coaches Shannon and Candice had volunteered for body marking, so we found them as soon as we wandered over at 4:50am (it was just across the street from where we were staying, so we didn’t have far to go).  Shannon had been practicing drawing flowers and other designs, so we were well decorated.  While I had been nervous in the days leading up, this morning I was cool, calm, and collected.  I trusted my training, the taper, and that I had done enough work to finish what I was going to start.  I felt solid, and when coach Shannon asked me how I was doing, I replied with a smile: “I got this”.

We dropped our food into our T2/special needs bags (there couldn’t be ANY food left on the bikes or in the bags overnight, as bears are very present in Whistler), and then loaded onto the bus that would be taking us to the lake.

That bus ride was surreal.  I’ve been on several different bus rides that would drop us at lakes to begin a race, but this was THE bus ride (I was on there with Deb and Apreil).   This was the bus ride we had been working towards, the reason there had been so many early mornings, so many early evenings, so many long training days, and so much given to be there that morning.  It’s funny – Apreil, Deb and I started this journey together 6 years ago with our first sprint triathlon – and here we were, on the bus, on our way to the swim start of IM Canada.  My heart was full, and I was so grateful to be on this journey with these amazing friends and training partners.


When we arrived at the lake, it was beautifully calm.  Again, surreal – mist rising up from the water in the background as the athletes pumped tires and got their bikes ready.


Then I was in my wetsuit, our national anthem was playing, the cannon sounded, and I was slowly moving forward toward the rolling swim start.  At this point I wasn’t with my training buddies anymore (as we had all seeded ourselves differently), and I had the opportunity to reflect on what it had taken me to get there.  I’m not a crier, but there were tears.  It was overwhelming.  And in that moment, I was fiercely proud of myself.


As we waded into the water, the guy standing beside me reached over and we shook hands.  And then we were off!

The swim was brilliant.  The water was calm, and at the perfect temperature.  I had scaled my swimming way back in training, as I was struggling with swimmer’s shoulder for the past several months.  I never did get a 3800m swim in prior to the race, but I wasn’t worried about completing the swim.  My shoulder held up, I stayed on course, and didn’t get pummeled.  I was ready to be out of the water as a rounded the last buoy, and when it was finally time to stand up, I had a huge smile on my face.  I don’t know if it was the same guy or not, but whoever was next to me reached out and shook my hand as we got out of the water, both of us grinning like fools at each other.  It was a solid swim for me – 1:29.


T1…hahahaha…I had NO idea what I was doing.  Thank goodness for volunteers.  I swam in my sports bra and a pair of tri shorts – and changed into bike shorts, compression calf sleeves, socks, a sleeveless bike jersey, and De Soto cooling sleeves.  Good grief – that was a lot of clothing to try and put on!


I had studied the bike course.  Read race reports.  Trained hills, hills, and then some more hills (including a ride up Highwood Pass).  And still – I think that NOTHING could have really prepared me for that beast of a bike course.

The first climb was fun.  Up to the Olympic park where they had the ski jump was challenging, sure, but I had fresh legs, I knew to be conservative, and I enjoyed the ride and the scenery (then bombing all the way down after the turn-around!).  As a heavier athlete, physics is on my side for the descents, and I have to remind myself not to smile with my teeth or with my mouth open on the way down to avoid swallowing bugs. I brought electrolyte with me (as I struggle with what they had on the course), and I quickly got the hang of grabbing water at the aid stations, dumping it on my cooling sleeves (as they only “cool” when they are wet), and tossing it before leaving the aid station.


It was great to see a familiar face at aid station 3.  Yeah, this guy🙂

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Then there was some rolling up and down, before we hit the huge descent.  And by huge, I mean 32km long.  This was punctuated by some steep and nasty climbs, including “suicide hill” that came out of nowhere and had me stopping for the first time at the top to dump water on my sleeves and try to cool off.  The down, down, down again into Pemberton, where I stopped at my special needs bag to refill my water bottles, grab some more nutrition, apply some more sunscreen, and hit the porta-potty (for those who know me, you’d be shocked I didn’t go until now and wouldn’t have stopped if I wasn’t already off my bike at special needs).  And on to the flat section of the course.

I thought the flat would be good.  I’m strong and steady on a flat course, and again, physics is in my favour as a heavier athlete.   But it was not good.  It was hot.  My ass hurt from sitting in the saddle for so long.  I was starting to get tired.  And it was hard.

(and it was stunningly beautiful)



So I ate, drank, fueled, and got through it.  I saw several of my training buddies on the flat out-and-back, including Deb (who was toward the back of the pack).  I didn’t know when I passed her, but she was struggling with a blood sugar crash.  She ended up getting pulled by medical not long after, as she wasn’t able to get her sugars back up and stay safely on the course.

What goes up must come down (and vice-versa), and at km 144 I started the long, slow, steady climb back toward Whistler.


(haha chipmunk cheeks – stuffed with larabar, I believe!)


WHO puts a mountain at the end of an IM bike course? Who would do such a thing?!? It actually did come out of my mouth while passing (or being passed by) others who were on that mountain with me: “there is a special place in hell reserved for whoever designed this f(*#er”.  I was overheating, so I stopped at every aid station to shove ice down my shirt and into my cooling sleeves, and was losing time like crazy.  For the first time that day I started to worry about making the cut-off, but I tried not to focus too much on it.  When the worst of the climb ended and I was onto the rolling hills back into Whistler, I found my legs around and picked up some speed.  And made the cut-off!


See that face? That’s a face that is willing to do ANYTHING to get off the bike, even a marathon.


T2 was tough.  After getting off the bike and getting out of the heat, I was dizzy and found it hard to keep my feet.  I was a little disoriented as well, and couldn’t figure out the order in which I needed to put on my clothes.  I changed into a tri kit, and was trying to put on my sleeves before my shirt.  And I was trying to hide how woozy I felt, because I was worried that someone would make me sit down (and that I wouldn’t be able to get going again).  At that point, I was knew I’d be walking much of the marathon.  And I was ok with that.

I headed out, and coach Shannon met me to check in.  I told her I needed to walk for a bit to get my legs under me, and she reassured me that I was fine and encouraged me to do what I needed to do.  It didn’t take long, though, before I picked it up (ha, not much mind you, but enough to walk/run and get a little more speed).  For about the first 15km I walked up the hills, ran on the downhills and flats, and walked the aid stations.  I felt strong, I was focused, and I was positive.  Slow and steady


Deb met me out on the marathon course – she had recovered enough from her blood sugar crash to come out, let me know she was ok, and to give me some encouragement.  She is amazing, and I was so, so happy to see her (and the rest of our support crew!!).


I made a new friend on the run course – a fellow from the states named Robert.  We were moving at about the same pace with the walk-run, so I hitched myself to him and we spent the rest of the day together.  My stomach started to complain, and his hamstrings threatened to revolt, so we found ourselves walking at a blistering pace – but one that we were confident would get us across the line before midnight.


We chatted, complained about the bike course, admired the scenery, and got through the marathon (which is a really, really long way to travel…just sayin’).  I’ve death marched a half marathon before (in my first 70.3), and this experience was nothing like that.  I was standing upright, and feeling ok.  Any time I would fall behind (as I would take potty breaks along the way), I’d run a little and catch up.

Then…BEARS!  On the course.  In the trees right next to us.  A mom and 2 cubs. Eeeek! I was extra glad I someone to walk with – especially since I knew I’d be passing that area again in a while, and next time in the dark! Kinda cool to see a bear in a tree on the run course, all the same.

The second lap we didn’t talk as much, but we were both still in good spirits.  I had a scary few moments where my legs started to feel really wooden and they wouldn’t do what I wanted them to do.  I didn’t panic, took some more salt, and made sure I was eating and drinking – and thankfully, the feeling backed off again.

There are some DARK areas of this run course, and neither of us had a headlamp or light with us.  We were escorted by volunteers with bells through some of the wooded areas, as there was a fourth bear in the area.  And we were diverted (other racers had been stopped earlier) around where they had tranquilized the momma bear and were trying to catch the cubs.   They actually extended the finish line by 10 minutes after midnight to accommodate for the bear disruption.  There were a tense few moments as we approached the turn-around on the last lap, not knowing exactly where it was, but knowing that we had a cut-off to make.  We made it easily, and they were on our way back.

Coaches Shannon and Candice met us on their bikes (with lights) to keep us company through the darkest parts of the trail, and one of Robert’s friends met us with a bear bell to walk us through another area.  As we got closer to town, his friend’s wife also joined us, with encouraging words and moral support.  I also got a hello and quick chat from a fellow facebook Athena triathlete who had been watching for me, which was a really nice pick-me-up at that point in the evening.

And then we were rounding the corner in town and approaching the chute.  As it was downhill, I found my legs and ran it in.  And remembered that I was fiercely proud of myself, and enjoyed every moment of it.  The crowd, the amazing energy, the blinding bright lights, and those magical words:

Emily Doyle – YOU ARE AN IRONMAN!!!!!






I was given my medal by Trevor Wurtle (I think?), one of the pro men.  I really appreciate the tradition of the pros coming back to give medals during the “finish line party”, and how much us back-of-the-pack’ers are celebrated and encouraged.

(I was secretly hoping for Andy Potts, but hey, it’s not like I could have jumped on him at that point, anyhow😉 )

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I stayed just behind the finish line to watch a few more of the folks I’d been traveling with all evening cross the finish line – there was some great camaraderie and support out there (from volunteers and other athletes alike), and then it was time to head home.  Thank goodness it was only across the road, and that I had the good sense to get up the stairs before really relaxing and having everything seize up.  I *may* have bum scooted from Deb’s room after our 2am cheeseburger picnic on her floor across the hall into my room so I didn’t have to stand up.

We relaxed and napped the next day, and had another dinner out with our training folks.  Again, the word that comes to mind is surreal – all of that work, and it was done.


So now I’m back to day-to-day life.  I’m feeling fairly recovered, have been doing yoga, and have even started easing into running again.  And I’m looking forward to what my next training adventures will bring.

For now, I’m enjoying the time with my two iron kids.  So far I’ve heard lots from my oldest – “mommy, it won’t be that hard, after all, you did an Ironman!”.  I’m still smiling and holding on to that.

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Yesterday morning as I rolled out of bed early to get on the treadmill before work, I realized – I’m not just training.  I’m an athlete.  This is what I do.  And that sits really well with me.


“Shouldn’t you be smaller…?”

That was a question I was asked last week at the pool, by someone I swim with in the local masters swim club.  The conversation started as I was changing out of my swim suit and into my running gear, for a 30 minute run followed by 30 minutes of strength training (after our hour long Masters swim workout).   I’ve been doing this for the last several months – I’m finding it easiest to piggy-back my workouts on top of each other than to space them throughout the day.  So we’ve changed together a few times a week, each time with her asking what I’m doing next.


This day, the conversation was a little different:

her: how much do you train each week, now?

me: (adding on my fingers)…usually 10-14 hours a week now, and building in volume

her: shouldn’t you be smaller? I mean, with all of that exercise, you would think you’d be very small!

Let me say that the context and the inquiry wasn’t in any way disrespectful or judgmental.  She is a marathon runner herself, and is a very similar body type to me.  She felt comfortable asking me the question out of genuine curiosity – that someone could work out 10-14 hours a week, and work as hard as I work, and be anything but slim.

The non-offensiveness of this inquiry aside – I had to digest this a little before I commented on it.

me: you’d think, right?  I’d have though so too before I got into all of this…actually, I shouldn’t be smaller.  I’m working with what I’ve got on this, and my body is pulling of some pretty amazing stuff! while all of this  would be easier if I was a little lighter – no, I shouldn’t be smaller.

I believed in what I said.  For the first time in this crazy adventure I’ve been on, I believed the words I’ve seen written in so many places and said by so many other women (and men).  It was empowering to hear those words leave my mouth – and to be able to stand behind them and say them with respect and pride.


I responded very differently than I would have several years ago.  Before I started to train for endurance events, and before I found such an incredible group of supportive and like-minded women through the Swim-Bike-Mom and Athena triathletes communities.  Before I learned that fitness doesn’t just look a certain way, and that bodies of all shapes and sizes are capable of some pretty amazing things.  Before I realized that you aren’t pretending to be an athlete if you don’t fit the ideal.

And before I pulled my head out of my own ass about the very same issue.


I went to cheer on a friend a few years back at Ironman Canada.  I expected to see nothing but fit and slim athletes participating in this event.  I am embarrassed now to admit just how surprised I was when watching the athletes head out onto the bike course that I saw many who looked like me.  The exact thought that went through my head was “wow, there are a lot of chunky monkeys doing this….” It was such an easy assumption to make.

Yeah…Head. Up. Ass.

What I’ve realized is that my surprise wasn’t a reflection of how I saw others – it was a reflection of how I saw myself.  That was the day – and that was the thought – that ignited the belief in myself that maybe, just maybe, it could be possible for me, too.  It opened space for me to consider myself as more than as I already saw myself.  As more than just “pretending” to be an athlete.

But back to the  conversation in the locker room –  another swimmer (she’s an adventure racer who does what I consider certifiably insane, not to mention shark fast in the water) chimed in: “hey – many ultra runners and adventure racers look more like us! it’s hard to survive out there for days on end and through all sorts of terrain and temperatures unless you’ve got some stores on you! I lean out a bit when it gets closer to race season, but much smaller than that and I can’t do what I do”. Perspective, right?


I AM smaller than when I started.  I’m leaning out further each week as I continue to focus on nutrition and am putting in the hours of training.

But will I be small?


And I’m just fine with that.



Perspective can be a funny thing, can’t it? I’ve been appreciating it these past few weeks…

After our most recent endurance ride (done on the computrainer as a group, with the focus on maintaining race wattage for increasing lengths of time), I remember thinking “man, am I out of shape!” as I was strapping on my knee brace and running shoes to shuffle out approx 4 km’s on the treadmill after 94 km’s on the bike.  In context, I was thinking that I still have SO much further to go in the next several months.


But then I gave my head a shake and had a good chuckle.  Yeah – I must be out of shape, eh?  Our shorter endurance rides now are the longs ones we did last year when training for the half-iron distance, and we’re still increasing.  And I easily held my wattage and had a comfortable ride.  I need to keep it all in perspective and trust my training – I’m building.


Unless it’s an endurance ride week, my Saturday mornings start early and are spent on my treadmill, and then in a flow and restore yoga class. Man alive, the long runs are really kicking my ass right now.  I don’t remember them being this draining while training for the marathon.  I need to be kind to myself and respect that I’m now training 3 sports, not just one.  I’m getting my ass kicked, but I’m recovering and I keep moving forward.


Last week we completed our mid-season time-trial (10 mile flat), and I managed to hit the wattage I got at the end of last year – 212 average watts.  Darn it – I didn’t beat it! I need to keep it all in perspective – I’m stronger now and will keep working it.  I still have one more time trial to go in a couple of months to really be able to see what difference a year can make.


I am feeling strong on the bike.  If only I wasn’t still so damn heavy – weight loss is free speed on the bike.  But I need to be patient with myself – I’m doing what I can towards this goal.  And I need to remain friends with my body through this process, not start thinking of it as the enemy.  I need to be kind to my body – it’s having some struggles.


Life is busy at the moment – it’s the end of the semester for my teaching gig, conferences and travel are coming up, and there is stress.  But when I think back to this time last year – I let exercise and self-care go to focus on work, and this year it is more important to me to get my training session in (or like tonight, to hang out with my kids and watch The Little Mermaid for the 187th time) than to break myself over work.  The question “what’s important NOW?” has been a real gift and keeps me grounded (thanks to my good buddy for sharing this with me).


Sometimes it means coming home from work and changing out of my professional looking stuff and into a tri kit for supper, baths and bedtimes. Total dork – perhaps – but at least the comfort of sweat pants doesn’t lull me into skipping my ride that evening!


And when I turned 40 last month, my neighbour let me borrow some of her perspective – while I might have just been scraping through as someone in my 30’s, there is a whole new bar set now.  And hey, I’m doing pretty well for someone who is 40!😉



Dealing with the turkeys

I’ve been working on losing some turkeys over the past couple of months.  I had nutrition dialed in tight until xmas eve – then let slip much of the mindfulness throughout the rest of the holidays.  I’ve since gotten back on track.  In total, I’m down 12 pounds (and if my body will cooperate, about 30 more to go).


I went through the Swim, Bike, Fuel program and really appreciated how it was laid out over 26 days.  Each small change was cumulative – and about 14 days in I realized that I had made some significant changes! I was aware of the information covered, and had practiced most of it, here and there, but had struggled to put it all together.    It’s together now and I’m on my way.  I’m trying to keep my focus on forward motion, one small step at a time.  The goals regarding training and weight loss get overwhelming when I focus on the end results – so I’m keep my eyes on the ground in front of me for the time being.  I’ve decided to call all of obstacles “turkeys”😉

Aside from the holiday plague (cold), training has gone well.  I’ve gotten through a mini-camp that involved 6 hours of trainer riding (3 hrs on friday and 3 hrs on sunday with a 2 hr run on saturday), as well as my first brick workout of the season and holiday swims.  As long as I can avoid pneumonia (which I get almost every year in Dec/Jan), then I should be golden.  Fingers crossed…


I’m still training with Deb, working with Coach Shannon, swimming with the local master’s swim club – not much has changed.  This year I haven’t make New Year’s resolutions.  I’ve been making an implementing resolutions as I’ve gone, and will continue to do so.  I’m dealing with the turkeys as they come up, and just keeping myself moving forward.


The adventures of Scott and Doc

After working hard on my biking all year, I had hoped for a strong ride in my “A race”. Soul-crushing winds that day had other plans for me. So feeling frustrated and defeated, my road bike was unceremoniously dumped into the garage after I got home, not to be ridden again until Computrain started up again in October. He just sat there, sad, lonely and un-ridden for the time in between.

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(me and Scott, in happier times)

Scott is my road bike, btw. He has been my buddy for the past couple of years – in the Computrain studio, on the roads for training, and in races. He’s traveled across the country with me and aside from some saddle issues, he’s been really good to me.

But n+1 states that I will be happiest with one more bike than the number of bikes I already have. So when I finished my PhD, I decided that my gift to myself would be a tri bike. And I would call her “Doc”.


Doc had a difficult start in life. She’s a custom build (long story), who got stolen and recovered, and after months of sitting either in my garage or the bike shop, she was finally ready to come home.

At first, the two bikes meeting wasn’t an issue. Scott stayed at the Computrain studio during indoor riding season, and Doc would hang out at the house. But then Computrain wrapped up, and I needed to bring Scott home for the holidays.


I was nervous about introducing Scott to the new, sleek, shiny Doc. Would he be jealous? I mean, he’s been my go-to for years now. And would Doc understand that she was being brought into a polyamourus bike relationship?

Initial introductions seemed to go well…


What was I worried about anyway?


All seemed ok, so I left them alone in the garage for one night – ONE NIGHT – and look what I walk in on in the morning…


What the…



Guess I’m the one who should be jealous…



The weight of turkey

It was Canadian Thanksgiving last weekend, so I had family and friends over for a Newfie Jiggs Dinner (which is awesome, btw – check it out the link):


Part of dinner prep had me picking up a 20-pound fresh turkey – enough to feed everyone coming over (and, or course, to have some left-over).  While I’ve cooked lots of turkeys over the years, at that moment it really struck me how the handles of the plastic bag with this large bird stuffed in it stretched and strained as I lugged it from the shop to the car, then from the car to the house (and even worried they may stretch so much they break).

So I got to thinking…I couldn’t imagine running a marathon or cycling 100km (or 10, for that matter) if I had to lug around this heavy bag of turkey.  Yet, I’m lugging TWO of them, really – in everything I do.  What would my marathon two weeks ago have felt like if I wasn’t lugging along so much turkey?

Sounds funny, doesn’t it? But it also sounds (and feels) a lot less shaming.


Fat is a word that is loaded with connotations and assumptions.  But in that moment of carrying the turkey in the plastic bag, I realized the impact weight of the extra I was carrying on my body – specifically for the purpose of endurance sports.  Away from self-image and what society thinks, but it narrowed to become about – do I want to carry this turkey along on the Ironman course?

I really don’t.

I’ve thought a lot about this recently.  Not about losing weight, but about why I haven’t.  I could list excuses here, but I won’t.


My body is amazing. That is what I need to understand.

It has carried, nurtured, and cared for two healthy children.  It can swim far.  It can run for miles.  It can bike for a long time.  I am so very fortunate to have a body that has allowed me to do all the things I have done so far.  And to set the goals I have set.

Over the past number of years, I have given time and energy to my family, my education, training, and my job, as well as to worry, stress, and self-doubt.  It is now time for to include how I feed my body as something that is worthy of my time and attention.

I’m ready to be done being mad at, and disappointed in my body. I’m ready to realize that we’re on the same team, and that we have to take care of each other.  That neither of us is perfect (nor should we aspire to be), but that if we each give our best efforts, we can do even more amazing things. If I give my best efforts, so will my body.


I’ve signed up for an upcoming Swim-Bike-Fuel workshop, focused (from what I understand) about fueling my body.  Not just for triathlon, but for the life I want to live in my body.

And just maybe, I’ll put down the turkey.


My first marathon: It was really, really far (and TOTALLY awesome!)

People: “how was the marathon?”

Me: “….it was really effin’ far!

…but the whole thing was super awesome!!!!!!!”

Can I start by posting a “before” pictures of my toes here? Because they used to be so pretty…


(Funny story – I posed this picture on my Facebook account the night before the marathon, saying: “oh toenails…I will miss you”.  At least a dozen of my friends assumed I was announcing a pregnancy.  Gah!!! NO people.  Just…no)

About 6 weeks out from the Medtronic Twin Cities marathon, my (almost) 7-year-old asked me how far a marathon is.  She didn’t really have a frame of reference for 42 km, so we went for a drive so I could show her.  In the process, I TOTALLY freaked myself out! Only then did a realize how far I’d actually be traveling to complete this goal.


Race Report: Medtronic Twin Cities Marathon

I arrived in Minneapolis early on Friday evening, after having a little freak out where I wanted to bail on the entire thing.  After being away for the week attending meetings, I was tired, I missed my girls, I had been eating things I react to and wasn’t feeling well, and I had the full-on taper crazies.  Not to mention that I was still recovering from the final push of licensing exam cramming misery.

With some love and support from the people who are foolish enough to put up with me, I got myself to the airport and off I went to meet Hero Deb at the race hotel, along with a big group of fantastic human beings (fellow Heroes).


(The tone was set for the weekend when I rolled up to the hotel desk to request a room-key for Deb’s room.  The lady at the counter was having difficulty locating the key that was supposed to be left for me, and she came back over to ask: “are you one of the elite runners?” to ensure she was looking in the correct spot.  God love her saying that with no sarcasm – and a straight face.  I laughed and said “no, but you are definitely my new favorite person!” and with that, I knew I was going to have a great weekend after all).

I’m not being sarcastic about the Hero part – my training partner Deb is an alumni host for the Medtronic Global Heroes team (after being a Hero herself in 2009), and because it was the 10 year anniversary of the program, there were lots of previous Heroes in attendance (as well as this year’s team).


I had the privilege to meet and hang out with athletes who, with the help of technology, continue to be athletes (or have become athletes!) despite health conditions that challenge them in ways I could never imagine.  Truly – these people are heroes, in every sense of the word – and I am utterly in awe of them.

Like this guy, David Watkins.  Multiple Ironman finisher, but not until after cardiac death and a stroke.   He has a documentary about his journey (and the journeys of other athletes overcoming similar struggles) that you can find info about here:


Funny – Deb and I bumped into him at Starbucks at the Mall of America the day before the race (because hey, what else is there to do the day before a marathon? Lol…) and we ended up chatting about our running shoes (Hoka’s) and about how it was his 13 year old daughter’s first 10 mile race the next morning.  It wasn’t until he was one of the speakers at the Global Heroes dinner that night did I recognize him, and his story.  Turns out, he’s familiar with the Ironman Canada course and process, and Deb is going to stay connect with him going forward.

And then there was the ultra-runner who has a device to help her cope with chronic pain, and she had just finished a 100 MILE trail race (and was there to run the 10 mile).  And the multiple Ironman finisher on an insulin pump who was running the marathon 3 weeks after her last Ironman, just because she could.  In awe I tell you – AWE.

This was exactly the inspiration I needed to gear up to begin the long haul in front of me that will be training for Ironman Canada.

But I digress – back to my race report🙂

So the day before the race Deb and I did some shopping, attended a dinner, then went back to the hotel to get our gear together for the next morning.  As is our tradition now, we also took some silly pictures for inspiration (without helmets and goggles it isn’t quite the same, but we did our best)



Sunday morning we were up at the ass-crack of dawn, with Deb asking WHY on earth we choose sports that begin before daybreak! But I learned from previous races that I’m slow to get ready in the morning – I like to take my time to stretch, lube up (really, what would we do without bodyglide?!?) and eat breakfast.  I had ordered an extra meal the night before and had potatoes and chicken breast in the fridge for the morning (at least I know I do well with potatoes as fuel and can usually work with that from anywhere).


Getting up early also gave me some time time to reflect on the message I wanted to take forward with me that day.  My training had ups and downs (including a handful of really rough long runs), but as Deb reminded me, we never missed or blew off a long run.  We had put in the miles, and we had done the work.  Our plan was slow and steady, to base-build and build our confidence.

I saw a tattoo a while back that I loved – and while I’m not committed enough to it to ink it on myself for everyday, I wrote it on my arm with a sharpie to take it with me:


And then I was was ready.  I with this mantra in mind, we made our way down to load onto the shuttle bus from the hotel to the race start.  And I reminded myself:


Did I tell you that Deb started the marathon this year? Another amazing experience – to be standing with the race director, and to sound the horn that started the day – first for the wheel-chair athletes, then for the elite runners.


The a race official brought us back to get into corral 3, which started approx 15 minutes later than the elites.  And just like that – we were off!! The marathon had started.

I always figured I would have scenes from Stephen King’s “The Long Walk” running through my head if I ever attempted something as silly as a marathon – I’m both kidding and not kidding when I say this.  It was less than 3 years ago that I swore up and down that I would NEVER run further than 10k.  Ever.  I had bad knees.  I was overweight.  I suck at running.  NEVER EVER.  So I took a moment to appreciate that I was starting a marathon.

(then had a moment where my head went “holy crap what have I done?!?! I just started a marathon?!?!?!?!?????!!!!!!)


But with a few deep breaths, I got past it.

I reminded myself that I am trained for this.


Deb tends to run at a slightly faster pace than I do, and I’ve had more than one run where I’ve run out of gas staying with her.  On this day, I was running my own race.  I was going to burn no matches until I was at least 20km in.  I had been given the advice “start slow, then taper off”.  It was great advice, lol – but I didn’t want to taper off.  I wanted to do what I had trained to do – to be able to complete the whole damn thing, slow and steady.

And that is what we did.  We stuck with our fueling plan – to have 1/2 a gel every 30 minutes.  I was in charge of monitoring our fueling times, so I would bark “Fuel!” at Deb at the appropriate intervals.  We stuck to what we knew we could handle – which was running for four minutes and walking for one, right from the beginning.  Deb was in charge of monitoring the intervals, so she would let me know when it was time to walk.  We let people pass us, reminding each other (and ourselves) that we were running our own race, and all was well.

As the kilometers ticked by, we were able to enjoy the scenery.  It was the perfect autumn day – cool and crisp, sunny, and fresh.  The course was spectacular – truly.  Lakes, trees, and gorgeous neighbourhoods.  The entire course was lined with spectators – I had no idea that the different neighbourhoods would come out the way they did for this event.  Deb got lots of love in her Global Heroes singlet – and at one point we even had a board member(?) hop onto the course for a bit to introduce herself, run with Deb, and chat.  Amazing crowd support and encouragement.

I was given a “heads up” about the hills on the course before coming (particularly one close to the end).  To which I have to ask – what hills?? Yes, there were some ups and downs, but not many – and none that were either particularly steep or particularly long.  Then again, where I train, it isn’t flat.  We’re in the foothills of the rocky mountains, and even in our loops around our town, we are up and down enough hills that we weren’t challenged by elevation changes on this course.  That said, if you’re coming from somewhere flat, you’ll likely notice them.  Overall, however, I experienced the run as relatively flat, and really appreciated that feature of the course.

In my head, I just wanted to get to 20km.  That was my first milestone.  Then 21 km (ha, right? But the halfway point).  Then 25.  Then 28.  Then 32, which was the furthest I had ever run.  Then to count backwards from 10 and bring in it.

And for inspiration – to energize ourselves – we broke out the camera that Deb had been carrying in her pocket after the half-way point.  We’d have taken more, but it ran out of space.


(hey – he’s going our speed!!)


(serious props to Deb for having the courage to lie down on the ground here and be able to get back up again! someone had a big comfy couch at the side of the road as well, but that would have been dangerous…)


(hydration is key, no?)


(and fueling is important too…)


(why are they laughing at me? don’t they know I actually would love a ride at this point?!? I stuck my thumb out at all the path carts we came across, lol)


I had been told by my coach (and by pretty much everyone) that the last 10km of a marathon is horrible, and that there is no way around it.

It was hard, but it wasn’t horrible.

My body was tired.  And sore.  The km’s were ticking by what seemed to be sooooooo slowly (though in reality my pace remained fairly consistent).  My focus narrowed to the 4 minutes of running, one of walking.  My mantra went from “that day is not today” which was written on my arm to “right, left, right, left, right, left”.  But I didn’t need to stop and take extra walks.  We felt the suck and chugged along, doing our thing, slow and steady.

I could see what others meant about the last 10km, though.  We were slowly jogging through a field of athletes who were really hurting.  I’m still moved by the girl who ran with us for a bit before dropping behind, asking us not to let her quit because her mom wanted to wear her marathon medal to chemo the next morning.  I hope she made it and finished her race.

With about 8km left to go, Deb pulled ahead of me.  She had been running at my pace up until then, which left her some gas in the tank for the end.  I kept on keeping on, and while I slowed a little, I didn’t slow down too much.

With 2km left to go, I picked it up.  I just wanted to get there.  Then there was 1km left to go.  Then 500m.  And then I was running downhill toward the finish line, a giant grin on my face, trying not to cry because I was so damn proud of myself (and so damn relieved that I would actually be able to stop running once I crossed it!!).

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What a fantastic freakin’ experience – the entire way around.  The support, the people, the inspiration…all of it.

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I have really come to appreciate to be able to do the race is a privilege – after first doing all of the work.  And on that day, it really, really was.

And we even managed to be lively for the dinner afterwards🙂


Sadly, my toenails didn’t fare so well.  I took the polish off to survey the damage a few days ago, and it’s not pretty…


…fortunately, I have some dark purple nail polish that will fix me up ;)  Welcome to the club, and ultra-running buddy of mine says!!! Lol.

What can I say? It’s a privilege🙂


Over the hump – here comes the marathon!

Suddenly, it is race week. On Friday morning I’ll hop on a plane and head to Minneapolis for the Medtronic Twin Cities Marathon.  And in 4 days, I’ll be out there on the course of my very first marathon.  Eeeek!


The training process has been humbling.  I had a lot of really slow long runs that hurt.  And then my 20-mile peak run was awesome.  For the first time, I truly believed I could do this.  Since then, I’ve had a few more really tough runs (one turned into a really long walk), and I’m feeling a little beat up.  I’m not really sure how it will go from here – the taper hasn’t felt like I thought it would feel.


So this week, I’m focusing on being positive, breathing, and celebrating what I’ve accomplished.

For example, I got through the cramming for my professional licensing exam, which I wrote (and passed!) late last week.  It was a beast to prepare for, and cramming is hardl!! I got it done, but it cost me energy and my runs suffered with the elevated stress hormones, lack of sleep, and dietary blunders (I graduated from sneaking spoonfuls of Nutella from the pantry to eating an entire package of Kraft dinner powder – dry, no noodles…gah).  But the end result? On Friday I realized that I would be heading into the first weekend – since 2004 – where I wouldn’t have something else I “should” be doing hanging over my head.  It was a pretty damn good feeling.

And now, I’ll be running my first marathon.  I’ll be running slowly, and I’ve (finally!) gotten to a place where I’m ok with that.  I’ve done what I’ve been able to do with the time and energy I’ve had to give it.

My training partner, Deb, keeps telling me that this race experience will spoil me when it comes to completing other marathons (ha!!!! what “other” marathons?!?).  I’ve got the privilege of tagging along with the Medtronic global heroes team for this race, as Deb is a host (and alumni) for this amazing, inspiring team – check them out here:


So here’s what I’ve set as my intention for this race:

Even thought it’ll take me twice as long to run the marathon as others who will be there on Sunday, I’ve done the same work to prep, and will cover the same distance and race course.  I’m going to be proud to be finishing before the cutoff, rather than beat myself up about being slow.  I’m going to embrace the experience, even the parts that are hard.  And I’m going to have one hell of a good time at the after party😉


I just might be a runner…

Colleague at a conference: Are you going to the next session?

Me: No – I have to squeeze in a run before the social this evening

Colleague: Oh, you’re a runner?

Me: Haha – no, not really…I’m really not!

Colleague: Are you training for anything?

Me: Oh – yeah…I am.  I have a marathon coming up at the beginning of October

Colleague: Um – I think that makes you a runner!

At that point, I realized how silly I was being and started to laugh and conceded that she was right, that probably does make me a runner.

Funny, right?


As I reflect back on many of the posts I’ve made here, I come to realize how much of a journey of self-acceptance triathlon has been (and continues to be).  If you’d have asked me a few months ago, I’d have told you that I’ve never really enjoyed running very much (or, at all).  I did it because it was effective for fitness and necessary for triathlon.

But since my last half-iron race, my goals have centered around running – getting ready to complete the Twin Cities Marathon on October 4th.  I’m at a point where I don’t feel quite right if I haven’t run in a few days, and I crave my “junk” runs (2 days after my long runs) and my “short-ish” runs of around 10 km later in the week.  I warm up after about 45 minutes of slow and steady and feel ready to go.  I always seem to hurt during the last 5km of a run, but if it’s only the last 5km (especially as distances get longer), I can live with that.


I have always thought that the day after a long run I’d need this shirt:


But instead, I usually just feel like I’ve done a great workout.

Like today – I ran 28.5km on the treadmill yesterday morning (why?!?! you must be wondering – well, there was an air quality advisory here due to wildfires, and it would have been like running through camp fires if I had gone outside), and today I felt like I had a good workout yesterday.  I’m not destroyed – but I sure am hungry!! Lol…


I think where I’ve been getting hung up is around speed – or lack thereof.  I didn’t feel legit about claiming to be a “runner” when I go so slowly.  And that somehow having a goal time of 5:15-5:30 for my first marathon somehow makes it less of an accomplishment.


Silly, right?

I recently came across this article in my facebook feed, and it couldn’t have come at a better time:


I’m grateful for that gentle nudge from my colleague to realize  just how foolish I was being.  I’ve been putting in the same miles on the road (and on the treadmill, when really desperate), and so what if I’m going slower than others are?  At the end of the day, it isn’t their race I’ll be running in 5 weeks, it’ll be mine.

It’s time to stop beating myself up about what I’m not doing, and acknowledge what I am.

And you better believe it – I am a runner.


what have I just registered and paid for…?

Holy sh*$-balls, what did I just do?!?


That was my first reaction when this screen came up on my computer.

But really – I didn’t dissociate for a few minutes while entering all of my information and giving them authorization to charge my credit card.  It wasn’t a spur of the moment decision, as this has been talked about, agonized over, talked about some more, and decided upon for months and months.

I know exactly what I’ve done.  I’ve signed up for my big goal race, the full Ironman.  


Was the entry fee a lot of money to fork over for one race?

Yes and no.

Sure it was – the money has to come from somewhere.  In that sense, it certainly is expensive.

But at the same time, it isn’t that terribly expensive when I consider what I’ve actually bought and paid for.

Of course – I’ll get the Ironman experience and support, from expo to finish line.  Don’t get me wrong – I’m really looking forward to that!!!! I’ve seen it in countless Ironman videos covering various races, and experienced it when IMC was still in Penticton and I went to spectate and cheer on a friend.

But maybe even more importantly…

For the next 12 months, I have bought and paid for a goal to strive toward.

That may sound silly to some.  It sounds a little silly to me, too, to be honest.  After all, shouldn’t who I am and how I see myself be more stable than to be dependent on registering for a race?

(hey, I’m a psychologist, I think about these things)

That is a difficult question to answer.  Yes, my sense of self-worth shouldn’t hinge on one race, or being able to go a certain distance, or anything else, really.  Yet, my identity, for so long, has been that of a “student”…I am not ready to give that up.

I still have a lot to learn about myself and what I am capable of.  I have bought and paid for this time to be “in training”, or, said differently, to be a student.

While I believe that we all continue to learn throughout our lives (for example, every time I teach a grad school course I am still learning), I have realized that I will need to seek out opportunities to place myself into the space or role of “student”.  And triathlon has been a fantastic way for me to continue to do so.

There is something about being in a position where you are still naive, or new, to the process – going through something for the first time.  I can’t find a word to capture exactly what that something is, but there is, well, something.

Perhaps it’s that I’m not expected to have any expertise here.

Perhaps it’s that the possibilities are wide open.  Because ANYTHING I do will be a PB😉

Perhaps it’s that this goal – one that I once believed was not only impossible, but absurd – is attainable if I put the work in.

Perhaps it’s that in training, I get to shed some of the other pieces of me that I are there in day-to-day life.  When I dive into the pool, or hop on the bike, or tie up my running shoes, everything else takes a back seat (I’m not mom, I’m not supervisor, I’m not professor – I’m alone with my thoughts and I’m challenging my body).  It’s me against me.

Perhaps it’s the me against me that is appealing.  That I’ll need to conquer self-doubts, sore muscles, fatigue, and learning to balance.  That I’ll be growing – I’ll have no choice.

Perhaps it’s that I get to have different relationships with my training buddies than I can elsewhere in life.  I get to be a sweaty, smelly, imperfect, strong, silly, jackass.  I love that about me and don’t get to be those things in many other places.

Perhaps I have bought and paid for a reason to widen my perspective around what is possible.  As I surround myself with people who are doing these things, it all seems so much more possible (if I put the work into it).

Perhaps a lot of things, eh?

It occurred to me that with my registration I’ve also bought and paid for a community of support (as other athletes I train with also registered, and we anticipate possibly more from our local training community joining us).  We will have each other as we work towards both our individual and common goals in getting to the starting-line of this event.

In the past few years I have come to surround myself with amazing people – and amazing athletes.  I have re-conceptualized what it means to age and to be a “senior” when getting lapped on the track (or in a half marathon) by my training buddies who competing in the 60+ age category.  And when I was scared to dive off of the blocks at Masters swim but then the 82-year-old in the next lane dove in without missing a beat (she completed her first Ironman at age 74).

I have re-conceptualized what it mean to look like an athlete, as I am surrounded by people of all shapes and sizes who are achieving their goals and completing these races.

I have re-conceptualized what it means to be a parent, as I watch my buddies navigate balancing these training demands with the demands of family, including children and partners in the journey and becoming role models (and as I do the same).  There are many other things I could include here too; I don’t know that I could put a dollar value on any of this.

And indirectly, I am now also connected with the several thousand other athletes who will be doing the work to get themselves to the starting line of this race.

Why IM Canada? Well, it was actually *supposed* to be IM Coeur d’Alene (shhhh – don’t tell IM Canada, they just followed me back on twitter!!). 😉

The IM race that has always been held at the end of June was perfect for parents with young children (like myself and the other parents I train with), as it meant that while kids were on summer holidays from school, mom/dad didn’t need to be out on 5-8 hour training rides/bricks/etc.  However, this year Coeur d’Alene added a half earlier in the season and bumped the full IM to later in August.  And the next earliest race in the season (that is driving distance) is IM Canada in Whistler.

So Whistler it is on July 24th, 2016!

While the course is challenging (particularly the bike profile), it will be beautiful.  If I can’t ride by the ocean (because: sea level, and I’m a water baby at heart), the mountains come a close second.


While I’d love to be finished my race at the end of June, I learned in GWN this year just how important it is to have time outside on my bike, in addition to the time bolted to the floor on the computrainer.  Having the extra month to ride outdoors, no doubt, will come in handy.

And lets be honest – right at this very moment, 12 months away sounds much…safer? more comforting? more something? than 11 months away when talking about this crazy event that I’ve committed to participating in – and even more importantly – committed to preparing for.

Holy sh*#-balls indeed!