…love Jillian

Last weekend was a busy, busy, busy weekend. 

On Friday we went to a friends wedding reception at the Vox Theater here in KC.   It was a fun little affair (besides the fact that I cracked a tooth on a cracker.)  We saw a lot of friends we  hadn’t seen in a while and got to spend some long overdue time with Miss Lisa.  We left around 9; I wanted to get home and get to bed so I would be powered up for phase 2 of the weekend….camping. 

Hubs’ big Kansas 70.3 was on Sunday at 7am.  So, we decided to camp out at Clinton State Park so we wouldnt’ have to get up at 4am and make the trek over to Lawrence that morning and while I wasn’t super excited about camping it actually turned out to be a fun little adventure.  My girlfriend, her husband, and their little one came too.  It made all the difference.  And I really appreciated waking up at 7 (instead of 4) to make take the short hike over to the race start.  I think that little big of misery missed (by not having to wake up at 4am and getting rushed by Hubs) made camping well worth the 15 potty breaks in the wildernesss.  The weather was perfect.  I was so scared it would be 100 million degrees and I would be the crabbiest pregnant person on the planet but the temps stayed in the 70′s/80′s and spending the day outside was pretty enjoyable.  ALthough, by the time the race was over (around 2pm) Tyson and I were unraveling fast so after Hubs finished we immediately headed home for a shower, dinner, and an early night.  I’m pretty sure I was asleep by 8.     

Here are some pics from the weekend:

Lisa and I at the Wedding Recpetion:

Hubs assemblying our tent.  I was sittign about 15 feet away reading the directions:

This little gal laid down right by our camp.  She was super tame:

Lincoln’s first official roasted marshmellow:

Waiting for Hubs to run by:

Chrissie Wellington was the first place finisher and then she stayed all day to hand out medals to all the other finishers:

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 Coach Ken,

          Hi.  It’s Jillian.  Can we talk about Hubs for a couple minutes?  What?  We have to hurry because you are getting ready to meet Hubs for a workout?  Ok, I will talk fast.  I know you have somehow brainwashed convinced Hubs he needs to do a million miles a week and that training should be his number one priority.  But here’s the thing, with your workouts being his Numero Uno; it is killing our relationship.  He is ALWAYS gone.  We NEVER spend any time together.  I’m not kidding; we’ve only slept in together once since the snow left.  And when he IS home all he wants to do is talk about training, blog about training and watch cycling… so the only time he actually does chores is when I’m on the brink of murdering him and even then he does the abbreviated version.  For example: we moved into our house the end of February and he has yet to mow the grass in its entirety.   Sure, he mows the front.  Or the back.  But not once has he completed the job from start to finish (complete with trimming) and clean up.  In fact, just last night (while Hubs was at your “30 minute” open water swim) our neighbor asked me if Hubs wanted to BORROW a weed whipper for trimming—SERIOUSLY.  I wish I was kidding.

          What that?   Hubs is getting so much better?  Yes, I know running a 9 minute mile is a big accomplishment and I’m proud of him.  But Coach Ken, Hubs has a baby on the way and a list a mile long of things we need to do before Baby Carter arrives.  Wait, did I say before baby arrives?  I meant before his sinus surgery the end of July.  He couldn’t wouldn’t do the surgery any earlier because he didn’t want to miss race season (suuuure, he blamed it on vacation time but we all know the truth.)  Soooo, now I will be 8 months pregnant when he can barely lift 4 lbs.  And while changing out the nails for deck screws, rearranging the downstairs living room, painting/decorating the nursery, repaintng my old baby furniture for the guest bedroom, getting the sprinkler system fixed, scrapping/painting the front stoop,  moving the satellite radio (I got for Christmas last year) to a more convenient location, and a million other things while Hubs is laying around watching the IRONMAN World Championship over and over does sounds like a great time—I would prefer we get it done sooner.  Although, the way things are going, I’m going to be doing all those things by myself anyway so maybe I should just get started.  Or call my Dad, you know, since I’m pregnant and most of those items are not “pregnancy approved” activities. 

         This isn’t your fault?  Yeah, I know Hubs asked for your help.  But last year, after the Branson 70.3 Hubs assured me this season would be better aka lighter.    He said he would focus on the short course and make sure our family didn’t suffer.  But then the winter came, the pain and misery from Branson 70.3 left his memory and he trains for 6+ hours every Saturday/ Sunday (and now that open water swims have commenced I’m guessing every Tuesday and Thursday evening as well.)  I suppose I’m just hurt that disappointing you has turned into a bigger motivator than disappointing his wife. 

        I guess the point of this conversation is this:  I was wondering if you have some sort of “training” plan that would allow you to come over and help him balance his life?  Because, Hubs is dangerously close to needing his bicycle to keep him warm at night.

Let me know. 

Jillian

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A little bit ago Hubs sent me this IM:

I think your readership is bigger than you think; I just got asked why you don’t have any racing goals on your resolution post that I hadn’t even read yet.

I responded with this:

Hmmmm.  Tell them that my racing goals/resolutions are lumped in with finding more patience with you.

Hubs:  hahaha
Me:  I got jokes
Hubs:  Its funny cause it’s true.

I’ve been thinking about that thought since he asked and so this is my real answer to that question:

I didn’t make any racing resolutions because unlike a lot of people around me, I only enjoy the OCCASIONAL race.  I’m a fair weather racer.  If I’m feeling good, the weather is suppose to be nice, and I’m in no danger of drowning I will sign up and decide if I’m racing ON race day.

I have no desire to run a full marathon, complete an Olympic distance triathlon or be any type of Ironman.  It’s not that I don’t think I can do it (Oprah ran a marathon for goodness sakes) my lack of motivation comes from this simple statement: I don’t get the point.  I’m perfectly satisfied running 3 or 4 or even 6 miles on a good day.  I like doing the 12ish mile Longview Loop on my bike and being done with it.

I suppose if someone told me they would pay me to swim, bike, run everyday and I could take naps and eat whatever I wanted that might be a different story.  The point would be: its my job. And the better I do my job, the better I get paid.  But to just get up at the ass crack of dawn on the weekends to suffer through a race is not really my idea of a great time.  I already get paid to suffer through something else during the week…it’s called work.  Why would I want to subject myself to the same misery on my days off?

I know people that run marathons.  After Hubs finished his first marathon he said he didn’t feel the clouds part and the ‘come to Jesus’ moment a lot of people feel when they finish a marathon.  His life wasn’t different at all.

Another friend posted this after her first marathon:

“I trained for my first full marathon (26.2 miles) for 6 months and completed it in October 2010. Surprisingly, I left the experience feeling somewhat empty and unfulfilled. I had raised so much money and run so many miles and for what? I know that there are many people out there that I had helped through the money I raised, but I still felt lost.  I had no desire to run anymore. What was the point? Yes, it made me feel good sometimeands, and yes, I had met some amazing people, but the warmth of my bed in the morning sounded so much more appealing.”

The point of my racing is this:  Hubs enjoys it and I like spending time with Hubs so I will continue to begrudgingly follow him around while he races.  And I will do a few along the way–if I feel like it.

So, here are my racing goals for 2011:

• Do 1 race a month  (assuming the weather permits–Jillian Carter permits; not race permits.)

• In keeping with our agreement I will continue to buy one new outfit for every race I run although this year we are going to change it from ‘racing’ outfits to just ‘outfits’

• Not push myself so hard I throw up while biking

• Remember my cow bell so I can be an appropriately noisy fan.  (Beth continuously showed me up last season.)

• Volunteer for the Lawrence/Branson half Ironmans and unlike last year, I will show up for both…

• It is likely I will run a 5k in under 30 minutes.  But, if not, I will sleep just fine…

• And I might run the KC Half Marathon (again) just to prove that anyone can run a half marathon if they want to…

Again, I think 2011 is going to be a steller year.  For racing and otherwise!

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Dear Racing,

I want to clear the air about my new found appreciation for you.  It’s not that I love you; cause seriously, I could do without your drama. You’re all hot one minute; making me feel good and then the next you make me wish I was dead.  Suuuuure the last time we hung out you were all sweet and told me I could do it.  (And I did…almost.) But normally you are a total butt kicker.

Anyway, since you were so nice last weekend my defenses were down and I agreed  (against my better judgement) to run with you again in a month or so (with more friends going a longer distance.)  Please don’t make me look like a fool—AGAIN.  Cause, I had pretty much given up on you before last weeks race and then you go and be all sweet.  (You know, like a loser boyfriend that I know I SHOULD break up with but CAN’T because he sweet talks me out of it in the final moments.)

So, Racing, the point is this:  We can hang out only as a social event (meaning if I have friends running, I will run)—that is it.  And as long as my people are wanting to hang out with you—I will continue to come around but just remember I’m showing up for them…NOT for you.

Regretfully  yours,

Someone that wants to break up with you but can’t….yet.

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Last weekend I ran the Gobbler Grind 5k with a couple good buddies.  Laurie was super excited to run these 3.1 miles in under 30 minutes.  I thought she was crazy but we were so close!  Jacqui actually did finish in under 30 minutes—I was kind of jealous and it made we want to do one more so I can finish under 30 minutes too.  But I think instead of running another 5k we all decided to run the Groundhog Run 10k at the end of January.  So, we will see if my excitement lasts that long!

Small confession: I have to say that of all the races I have raced this year the Gobber Grind was by far the most fun.  It might have been the fact that I actually RACED Steve M’s daughter Claire to the finish and it made the final moments a lot more climatic than just pacing yourself to the finish…

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I have taken quite a little break from racing.  (Of course I use the term ‘racing’ loosely as I mostly just run and finish when I finish.)   But Hubs and I ran the Pilgrim Pacer on Saturday at Unity Village.  We were both suppose to run the 10k but I totally changed to the 5k at the last minute.  ( I’ve been running a little over 3.5 miles pretty regularly with a Jacqui and I knew I could do it…I just didn’t want to.)  I completed the 3.1 miles in 34 minutes which is a little bit faster than I normally run so I felt good about my PR and I’m sure if I had ran the whole 10k I would have ran it quite a bit slower.  Overall, I had a good time and like the idea of doing just one event.

Next weekend is our last race of the year—the Gobbler Grind at Corporate Woods.  I have several friends running the 5k with me so I’m really looking forward to  a fun morning of fitness, friends and lots of laughing.  Afterwards, we are gonna have a celebratory brunch at Hamburger Marys (we are celebrating Laurie receiving her very first finishers medal.  There was an unanticipated lack of medals at her first triathlon and she felt a little cheated…so now she will totally have a medal to show off :)

Then, we done racing til the spring!  Yay!

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The weekend was full of nail biting excitement at Hubs big race.  The Branson 70.3 is no joke.  When we first arrived we saw Glenn from KC Multi Sport and I was volunteered to volunteer the morning of the race.  I had to be there at 430…but of course I was at the mercy of Hubs so I didn’t actually make it there til 445.  I was on wrist band detail.  No one in the transition area without a wrist band!  I saw all the pros coming and going with their thousands and thousands of dollars with of gear.  If I had been racing I probably would have backed out considering it was such a high profile race with so many pros.  Thankfully, I was merely wearing an Iron Team t-shirt and working the event instead of walking my lame/awesome bike around.  (Don’t get me wrong.  My bike is awesome.   For me.  Not for Pip Taylor.)  It was a full day of supporting and yelling and encouraging athletes struggling through a race I can’t ever imagine attempting.  They push themselves in a way that some people might consider crazy—but they love it.  And I suppose that’s all that matters.    

         Oh, and I had never seen so much spandex in my life. 

         Hubs did well and I was able to cheer for him at practically every point in the race.  My volunteer duties made it easy for me to camp out in prime locations while waiting for Hubs.  I was able to get places regular spectators couldn’t—like inside transition when he ran up out of the water, the middle of the road directing traffic when he biked by and inside the finishing area to take his picture as he finished. 

         Unfortunately, while I was waiting for him in the finishing area the emergency crews called to say Hubs had laid down at mile 10 (on the run) and was asking for me… WHAT?  Talk about panic!  He was fine though.  Just worn completely out and sick to his stomach.  I’m super proud of him—he made it 68 miles and that’s 50 more than I have ever done.  It was a milestone.  And while I think we would have liked to have finished I think he is fine with how it all worked out.   I think he learned a lot about that distance and his limits….

         Oh, and not to take the focus off Hubs’ big day but being a volunteer/spectator is not easy work either.  It’s standing in the heat waiting and nervously checking your watch.  It’s hoping nothing bad happened and keeping your energy up for hours of waiting cheering for all the athletes that go by before the one (or in my case ones) you are supporting go by (and they go by in SECONDS).  Spectators sit in the heat for hours and hours just to cheer for their loved one a total of 10 seconds the entire race.  At the end of the day I was filthy, sore, and stinky.  I have a new found respect for the spectators.  Usually, when I’m racing, I want to punch the people in the face that are telling me to keep going when I feel like I’m about to die but after spending a day being the girl that encouraged the stragglers it’s tough to be mad at them because they just want you to do well too. 

        So, for any spectators/race volunteer that has told me I can do it, I would like to take back my eye roll or annoyed deep sigh.  I’m certain you meant well….or at least I’m hoping you did.

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• I’m ecstatic that this weekend is Hubs’ Half Ironman.  He’s all trained up and I’m sure he will finish well within his goal.  I know he can do it!  Even more importantly, I’m looking forward to jumping up a spot on Hubs priority list and hopefully I can regenerate some enthusiasm for swim/bike/run in the upcoming off season.  This summer was a lot of waiting around for Hubs….




• Work is a roller coaster of good and bad days.  One day is super busy with tons of orders and the next my phone is lucky to light up with an arrival of another ridiculous twitter by @chunkhandler.  Seriously, that dog is funny.  Thank you Chelsea Handler!  Or should I say @Chelseahandler since hashtags are the new cool.




• I’ve been thinking a lot about my eating habits recently.  I read the book “Food Rules” by Michael Pollen and am in the Middle of “This is Why You’re Fat” by Jackie Warner—these people bring up some valid points about how I’m making the wrong food choices.  Basically, both of their philosophies go a little something like this:  Eat as close to the Earth as possible.  And Jackie has a special emphasis on avoiding sugar (since it’s in practically everything we eat.  She says not to eat any food with more than 5g of sugar except for fresh fruit.)  This is basically the same as eating close to the earth because avoiding processed chemically altered foods only leaves food from the outside isles of the grocery store anyway.  I’m contemplating adapting these food philosophies into my daily eating.  Oh, and Jackie says you get two treat meals on the weekends as long as you eat “clean” for 5 days…I’m still kinda mulling this over a little bit though.  Do you know how much I love Tostitos?




• I’m super excited for one of my girlfriends to get home from her cruise…hopefully engaged or not but either way–we need to talk!




• Tyson has really started to wear on me in a way that makes me want to sew his butt hole closed. What is it with this dog pooping in the house?  Nothing gets your day started off on the wrong foot than a big steaming pile of dog crap in your kitchen morning after morning.  He’s quick too.  I don’t even miss him when he sneaks downstairs during the 15 minutes its takes me to brush my teeth and throw on my clothes.  I don’t understand how one dog can be so clueless…or maybe brillant. 

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Dear Bill,

         Hi!  I’m a frequent participant in your events.  (I use the term “frequent participant” loosely considering I’ve only shown for ½ the events I’ve registered for thus far this year.  And I’m on the fence about the upcoming race this Sunday.)  While my participation is questionable, one thing is not—your website. You use the same format for all the KLM events and while I’m down with convenience; your websites NEVER work.  They freeze, the buttons don’t work, and my entire internet experience has been shut down more than once. 

         Now, I know what my husband would say, “use Firefox—it’s better.”  But Bill, I don’t wanna use Firefox.  I like Internet Explorer (as do millions of other Americans) and we have a right to a functional website.

          Anyway, the point is this:  I need to know when/where to pick up my race packet and what time to arrive at the race.  (Well, more importantly I need to know what time MY race starts so I can determine whether I even want to participate.)  I have a more enticing Burn and Butt Camp at Fusion Fitness I want to attend and you see Bill, Fusion is something that I truly enjoy and while racing can be fun when done in conjunction with a friend or husband (on the same course) this season of solo racing is not high on my priority list.  So, before I allow Hubs to drag me out of bed, load my bike, force feed me breakfast bars and 5 Hour Energies I want to make sure I can fit the Duathlon in before Fusion.  If not, I’m skipping and headed to Butt Camp.

        Without knowing for sure I can only believe it starts at 830 and at 830; I’ll never make it…especially with Hubs in tow—he’s the slowest person on the planet.  Not at racing; just in life.  (And by slow I mean he has a low sense of urgency.)  And when I’m in a big hurry and he isn’t the scenario goes like this:  foot tap, foot tap, yelling, “YOU ARE THE SLOWEST PERSON ON THE PLANET,” followed by lots of loud sighs and showing up late somewhere—which really isn’t good for our marriage.  The point is:  Can I fit the Duathlon in comfortably and still make it to Butt Camp?    

         So, Bill, in the meantime, one more wife is making her husband do things she could probably do on her own but is making him do it out of principal.  (The principal being I refuse to switch to Firefox because your website never works.) 

         Oh, and FYI Hubs is still mad he didn’t get a t-shirt from Jackson County last year—first come first serve never serves us since we usually show up moments before the starting bell.

I’ll see you at packet pickup.

Jillian

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So.  Midwest Mayhem.  Two words:  Unbearable Heat.

                I started out strong.  And by strong I mean:  I was able to get my swim cap on without any help from Hubs.  (Laurie was standing there and I felt an overwhelming need to feel competent.)  We had about an hour from the time Hubs started until our heat so we discussed our ‘strategy’ (well, in all honesty Laurie was discussing her strategy and I mostly smiled and nodded):

Laurie:  Ok, now what do you think the best way to do this is?

Me:  What do you mean?

Laurie:  You know, what’s our plan?

Me:  My plan is simply don’t drowned and finish.

Laurie:  Ok, right, well, I think we should start at the front of the pack so we won’t be swimming OVER people…

Me:  (Looking at her)

Laurie:  I don’t like touching people so I think we should just swim in front

Me:  Ok.  You do that.  I’m going to start in the BACK so I don’t get swam OVER!

Laurie:  I think you’re underestimating your swimming skills…

                Laurie finished her swim in 10 minutes and a few second.  I took significantly longer (although I don’t know my actual time since they mixed up Hubs’ and I timing chips.)  I’m calculating “significantly longer” on the amount of swimmers still in the water when I exited—ONE. 

                So after the swim I hurried walked over to transition, got my bike, shoes, helmet and headed out for the easy 12 mile bike (I’ve been biking 12 miles fairly easily for a few months now) when the tummy cramps started (flash back to Mexican food.)  Oh my.  I thought I was gonna die.  So, I stopped, sat down on the side of the road (don’t worry, it was totally safe…there was only one other bike behind me) and took a minute or 5 (it’s hard to calculate actual minutes when your stomach felt like mine felt.)  Then, the fart heard round the world. (Hubs would have been proud.) I started to feel better so I hopped back on my bike and focused on catching up with Laurie (she was on my mountain bike so I thought I would be able to catch up to her pretty easily.)  I managed to catch her with a couple miles left and we pretty much finished the bike together (way more fun.) 

                Then it was time to run.  The run was hot and I forgot to get a drink before we left transition so I was whining from the get-go. 

Me:  I’m sooo thirsty.

Laurie:  Yeah, I know, but let’s just run for a little while.

Me:  Laurie, seriously, I need a drink.  I can only focus on getting water

Laurie:  Let’s just focus on running.  And then when we see water we can focus on getting the water.

Me:  You go ahead.  I’ll catch up.

                At about that moment Hubs runs up behind us—with a bottle of water in his hand (have I mentioned how much I LOVE Hubs?)  He generously handed me the water and ran on.  (I’m still walking of course and Laurie decides to run on with Hubs.)  I was perfectly happy walking and sweating and trying to keep myself from getting heat stroke.  After the aid station, (1 water , and 2 Gatorades) I was feeling pretty good so I started running (slowly) my Garmin watch said I was running  16:45 miles…please, I was walking 17:30 so I basically gave it up and walked.  In true Jillian fashion I did manage to get it together to run the final 200 yards (you know, the 200 yards where all the spectators were sitting and yelling) so I didn’t look like a total loser as I crossed the finish line! Yay. 

                I’m not exactly sure how I stacked up to my times last year since they mixed up our timing chips and it looks like Hubs did the Olympic distance in the time it took me to do the Sprint and it looks like I did the Sprint in the time it took Hubs to do the Olympic…so hopefully we will have our times straightened out later today; otherwise, I’m going down in history as the last place finisher at Midwest Mayhem 2010….lame. 

               When I asked Laurie if she had fun she was a little hesitant to say yes and if you read this blog regularly you know I have a bittersweet relationship with triathlons myself……so, we are kind of talking about doing a relay on the next one.  Laurie would swim.  I would bike.  And her husband would run.  Win.  Win.  Win. 

               I will say this though:   With the abbreviated race schedule (we’ve pared it down a couple times) I’m enjoying the races that we ARE doing more.  Yes, they are hard and put me way outside my comfort zone but with only doing a few it makes it much less overwhelming.  We don’t have any other races until the end of August…so by then, I might have forgotten how badly I hurt today…..

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