The Never Ending HILLS...and Tragic Encounters With Beautiful Butterflies

~~the hills are alive~~with the sound of music~~with songs they have sung~~

~~for a thousand years~~

Hills are portions of earth that rise above the rest. We can go up hills and down hills. We can even go through hills. We can hide behind them in times of war. We can roll, run, sled, climb, sit, build and plant on them in times of freedom. Hills are short, long, steep, big, small, rolling, winding, intimidating, challenging and inspiring. This weekend I participated in the American Triple-T Challenge. One word to describe this event...would be...HILLS!

The American Triple-T is a 3 day long triathlon tour consisting of 4 varying distance triathlons to total just over 140 miles. Take a closer peak of the course details on the race website: http://www.americantriple-t.com/events/oh/course. The race takes place in Shawnee State Park, Portsmouth, OH, which I must say is a beautiful and peaceful place (http://www.dnr.state.oh.us/tabid/788/default.aspx). Initially I only planned on doing the Little Smokies 70.3 race that takes place on the Sunday and is the same course as the Triple-T Sunday race. After further discussion with some other athletes, I decided it would be in my best interest to do all four races. It would be a great training weekend, super jump start to the 2011 triathlon season, tons of fun and I would get the rockin' jersey and finishers medal. It was that and much more...

The events leading up to this weekend included an official planning meeting at casa de Pater's and a Thursday night Kroger'ing trip. We stocked up on hydration and food for the weekend. After Kroger'ing I came back home to stay up till 2am packing. It's not ideal to get 4 hours of sleep the night before a high mileage weekend, but packing for a camp trip and four triathlons is not easy!!! Flashlights, matches, shelter, gallons of water, nutrition, stretch band, sunscreen, multiple tri-shorts, sports bras, lots of socks, bikes, bike gear and of course we can't forget the Chamois Butt'r! That would be a disaster...

We caravanned from Cincinnati to Portsmouth Friday afternoon and arrived with enough time to pick up our packets, set up camp and get ready for our first race. The campground was about a mile or so from the race start/transition area at Turkey Creek Lake. Before and after every race we packed up our transition bags and pedaled up/down 2 hills to reach our destinations. I scored an 8 person tent from Papa Spike and we were lucky enough to build our mansion within close proximity of a shower house and a private creek. Just a short walk down a slight slope and we had a flowing natural ice bath waiting for us. After the first race on Saturday I spent over an hour wading in that water. The sun was shinning down, the trees were bright green, the water was clear, the tad poles were tiny, the rocks were slippery and the noise was a result of the breeze, birds and my random TTT mix. With all of the transitions and constant movement throughout the weekend, I appreciated the opportunity to be still and observe the movement around me. I need to move and I need to be still. Balance. 

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"But on and up, where Nature's heart Beats strong amid the hills." (Richard Monckton Milnes)

Moving on to the actual race report. 

Race numero uno was a super sprint. The water was 58 degrees and thankfully the swim was only 250m for this first race. I had my new pink and black Orca FS wet suit and I doubled up on the swim caps. The wet suit kept my core and extremities warm. The water was tolerable and I was fine, other than my head feeling as though it was being compressed and my airflow constricted. About half way through the short swim, I started coughing...wasn't sure if I was out of shape or going into shock from the cold water. The bike was a 'hill'/hell of a wake up. Straight up hill and back down. It was only five miles. The run was a short and flat one mile out and back. A few more miles and I may have slipped into a rhythm and felt better. I am so not a sprinter.

Saturday mornings race was 1500m swim, 40k bike and 6.55mile trail run. I slept for a good 7 hours Friday night in my cozy sleeping bag on the floor of the mansion. My jersey was still wet in the morning. Note to self...don't wash it right before you go to sleep and expect it to dry by the morning this time of the year. The water was a temp or two warmer this morning...and that did make a difference. All race starts were time-trial format allowing pairs of athletes to start together. The bike was once again ridiculously hilly. Deep breathing, easy gears and pretty sights made the hills more friendly. At times I wasn't sure how hard to push since we still had another race to do in the afternoon and a half distance Ironman the next morning. I wore my Asics stability shoes on the run and my legs felt slow. Creek ice bath, good stretching and light chocolate Muscle Milk after the race was a must. 

Saturday afternoon race started at 3pm. The race was the same distance as the morning; however the swim and the bike portions were switched. We started time-trial style on the bike. I think I may have climbed the longest hill of my life on this ride. I thought it would never ever ever end. Sure did feel accomplished when I reached the top though. The swim felt great this race. It was like taking an ice bath break between the bike and run. Apparently some people had to be pulled out of the water during this race. Drastic change in body temp = muscle cramps. My legs felt 'not right' as I was getting out of the water; however the adjusted within a few minutes. This run I decided to wear my Saucony Kinvaras. I have not ran over 4 miles on these shoes since they are more neutral and don't have much support. This run felt better. The sun was bright and the air was hot. I drank lots of water, popped lots of gum, shot up a Power Bar gel and monitored my HR to stay around 150. I happened to catch up to these two ladies running side by side. One appeared to be pushing the other up the hill and telling her to think about running on a rope, pulling herself up the rope, keeping her arm swing close to her body and short, and pretending like she was a puppet with strings attached to her knees, pulling her knees up. I liked all that talk and the idea of thinking that we're like puppets. I listened to the advice, smiled and started to take off. That night we tried to make a feast, but didn't exactly turn out as planned. So I had a veggie burger and crispy/raw potatoes and veggies. We made strawberry s'mores by our camp fire, skimmed through Lava magazine, did some yoga, donned our compression socks, dried our shoes, told camp fire stories and sang songs...ok...that may be an exageration...but we should have sang songs. 

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"This song of the waters is audible to every ear, but there is other music in these hills, by no means audible to all....On a still night, when the campfire is low and the Pleiades have climbed over rimrocks, sit quietly and listen...and think hard of everything you have seen and tried to understand. Then you may hear it - a vast pulsing harmony - its score inscribed on a thousand hills, its notes the lives and deaths of plants and animals, its rhythms spanning the seconds and the centuries." (Aldo Leopold)

BRING ON SUNDAY! Sleep Saturday night was poor poor quality. We woke up to rain and realized all of our gear was sitting outside. We literally stumbled out of our mansion to gather up our gear to protect it from the rain. The alarm went off at 5am. I boiled water for coffee and had my peanut butter, honey and chia seed sandwich. Race number four...1.2mile swim, 55.5mile bike, 13.1mile run. The swim was still cold but tolerable. My transition times were slow. The bike course was once again hilly and my legs were feeling the results from the hills. I knew the climbs would make me stronger though. There were tons of butterflies on the bike and run course throughout the weekend. I think I smashed a few...and I felt kind of bad about that. I felt like I was at the butterfly show in the Krohn Conservatory. They were very pretty. There were friendly by-standers every now and then throughout the course as well. The run felt good and tough. I wore my Kinvaras again this run and I'm glad I did. I'm quickly learning that these shoes help my gait and actually decrease my foot pain related to plantar fasciitis. I ended up walking most of the big hills and I'm not sure if I should have done that or pushed myself more. Still not sure of my threshold, hence I need a coach. The aide stations were running out of water and cups on the second loop of the run...so I made sure to run with a cup in my hand. I had a sip of coke from a passer by...which hit the spot. The second loop felt better than the first. The last three miles of the run felt amazing. My legs felt loose and light and I knew the end was in sight...so might as well push it at this point. Times are listed below and times are definitely slow. My idea was to finish in 14 hours…so I wasn’t too far off. This was a tough course. I moved up in places each race, which I'm happy about. Lots of room for improvement in all four disciplines (including transitions). Great prep for Muncie and LV IM. There was great support throughout the course and there were portions where I found myself alone...which was a good balance. Lots of people from the Cincinnati area were at the race, lots of pretty bikes and nice people from other parts of the country. Lots of accomplishments for people who like to challenge themselves. Weekend full of positive people and energy.  

Crossed the finish line...Triple-T complete. Definitely will repeat:)      

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Don't fight the hills…

Don't dislike the hills...

Smile and appreciate the hillsJ