Triathalon Recap
In tradition of doing a race recap, I decided to do an entire “Triathlon Recap” as this was my first ever Tri. However, first I must explain what got me to the Triathlon sport. For all you haters aka doubters, yes this is long. But if you really consider summarizing a time period over the past 8 months....a few paragraphs is nothing ;) xo!
After running the Detroit Freepress ½ marathon last October (unexpectedly) my mind reached new limits of boundaries. I never thought I wanted to run an entire half marathon, I preferred my 5 & 10k’s but when my relay team was counting on me to come up w/ solution after missing the bus…I had no other choice but to just do the dang thing- run all 12 miles. When I hit that 12 mile marker to tag in the next relay person, I said I’m going to finish this thing now and run that last mile to officially run a half marathon that day. I gave my husband and daughter a quick kiss as Phil cheered me on saying they would see me at the finish line. I was spent…but the crowd was cheering endlessly, the Freepress was snapping pictures like the paparazzi and Philippians 4:13 “I can do anything through him who gives me strength” was running over and over through my mind…it was time to find one more gear! I did, I found it! I picked up my pace to probably a 7 1/2 minute mile (I had averaged about a 10 min mile the 1st 12 miles) then I realized “Uh oh, slow down killer you still have ¾ of a mile to go!” About another 7 minutes at that pace and not sure I would have made it. So I physically and mentally regrouped and crossed that finish line w/ my relay tag still in place as a metal was placed around my neck. Whoa I thought, ‘did this just happen?” I started walking to cool down and realized how bad I had to pee! I knew if I stopped on the course I would have felt the pain and it would have mentally derailed me, so I pushed on. What was the worst that could happen…pee my pants? Ask any marathoner- that is the last thing on your mind! LOL I started wobbling, my legs were screaming at me! I started shaking; my body was starting to realize there wasn’t much fuel left inside and uh, holy crap you just ran for over 2 hours straight! We, our relay team, did carb up the night before but I might have had a 2nd heaping if I would have known I was running 13 miles rather than 6.2! I hobbled to the athlete tent & grabbed a banana…all I could think about was that I needed to hydrate and get some potassium flowing through my veins. I still had the little kid feeling lost in New York City feeling just as I did that morning when I hopped off the people mover all by myself trying to push through the crowd to the relay bus. After the 1/2, I had no idea where my husband and daughter were, I had no idea where my teammates were and I had no idea where the nearest bathroom was. Luckily, all the relay team members decided to carry our cell phones in our water belts. First I dialed J-Lil (who I ran 97% of the ½ with, except the last mile) so we could quickly meet up and find our way to our men and restroom. Next, I dialed Phil and we picked a spot to meet up. I hobbled another .25 mile to a bathroom where I sat down for the first time all morning. I might have been able to just go to sleep right there on that Porty Potty…one never felt so good! (gag!)
It seemed as though I had to walk another mile to get to Phil. Some areas were reserved for the athletes and he was still by the finish line- shoot me! So I put one foot in front of the other to try to maneuver my way through a crowd of 30,000 people and look for a proud husband & a tired 1.5 year old wearing a shirt that said “Run Mommy Run.” Found em. They were cold and tired too- but so supportive and excited for mommy to accomplish such a big race.
So after that day…new limits. “What’s next” I thought?! If I can do that (especially with out training to run more than 6 miles) I can bump up my bucket list! Yes, I have a large bucket list. Keep reading to find out why I think everyone should live life to love it, not just live it.
Marathon was on my mind, but first I decided to push the boundaries even more and talked to one of my besties about doing a Triathlon. Nikki also ran the Detroit ½ and killed it- we were work out buddies already so we were in this 'thing' together. Leaving the gym one day after our normal weight training activities we, Nikki & I, were approached by an energetic coach wearing a Red White and Blue jacket that read “Olympic Coach” speaking so fast we could barely keep up. All we really heard was “Sign here if you want to be a part of my triathlon training team for 18 weeks- you girls look like athletes you can do this!” He was motivating us before we even knew him! We also signed up our husbands with out their permission…something just called us to do so. We went home with hardly any details except that some guy named “Coach John” who is an Olympic coach is putting together a beginners Tri Team where they teach us all we need to know, video tape us to help us improve and the training started in a month. Our husbands laughed b/c Nikki & I are Princesses of Details but this time had very little. It didn’t matter…we would figure it out later. All we knew was that we were in for a challenge but we had a team to do it with! Make the posters....Team Ulin & Team Pulido were in it to win it!
For 18 weeks we trained our little tales off. I remember starting off the training being sick like 3x in a row. First Kaylee got the flu which spread through our entire house. Then we all got hit with a serious head flu for a couple weeks. What a way to start a training program- feeling groggy and not yourself is not easy! In hindsight- better to get it out of the way at the beginning! Especially because I was new to swimming, and swimming w/ a head cold= nightmare! I mean, I could swim- but I never in my life swam laps. I would swim from one side of the pool to other when you switched sides of the net during water volleyball. I would swim to the swim up bar to grab a cocktail in Mexico. I would swim doggy paddle pushing Kaylee around on a raft. NEVER EVER swam laps before. My first experience in the lap pool is worth documenting. I only owned bikinis…I had some goggles from the dollar store in a costume chest (no idea why) There were like 3 in a pack- even worse…value of $.33 cents a piece- should have known better- LOL. Anyway, I put on my goggles and pushed off the wall to swim my first lap. Not only did my bathing suit bottoms fall down but my goggles immediately filled up with water. I jumped out of the water so quick to find that my bathing suit top was also misconbulated. Oh boy, do I scream newbie or what! That was all the effort that pool was getting from me that day! On the way home I stopped at Dunhams Sporting Goods and bought a pair of actual goggles and a swim cap…I pay a lot of money for my fake blonde hair! It was only January so they did not have any swim suits so I came up w/ plan B- I would swim in a water repelling sports bra and some ‘sportier’ bottoms…not the ones with gold buckles ;) By the way, there is NOTHING sexy about swimming- swim cap, goggles, hideous suits, mascara running, goggle marks- I told myself to just get over it, it is not a fashion show this is a sport. When I first started swimming with this training program the ‘warm up’ called for 200 yards. Are you kidding me? I could barely swim 25 yards with out needing a break, a drink of water and a pep talk to keep going. I HATED SWIMMING!! This went on for 8 weeks…no joke. I would have quit if I was not doing it with Phil & The Pulidos. I used to love working out, why was I putting myself through this? All for a stupid bucket list opportunity? Give me a break! But there was more to it than that, I committed to it and I will finish it. I wanted to do a Tri, lets do it. Around 8 week (yes it was somthing like 56 days of pure torture in the water; well take off a few days b/c I surely didnt swim every day) I started getting comfortable in the water. By this point I had been through 4 different kinds of goggles, owned a one piece suit (always said I would never buy one), purchased all kinds of ‘training mechanisms’ such as hand fins & a pool buoy. We had our ‘activity sheets’ laminated so we could set them on the ledge of the pool and cross off that 200 yard warm up with ease. This was no joke, I seriously looked like Mrs. Michael Phelps! HA!
Around week 14 I start experiencing some severe pain in my left knee. I’ve always been a runner…why is this acting a fool now? Well I received 100 different guestimates, explanations and theories none of which matter in the end. I kept on pushing through w/ a lot more stretching, massage therapy, chiropractic visits, ice, new running shoes, do it yourself physical therapy and much more incorporated to my routine! 2 weeks before the race I was completely pain free again. Thank you to my Princess Posse for praying for that knee!
Fast forwarding through 18 weeks of training we enter race day- May 28, 2011.
Alarm goes off at 4am, I feel great! We have trained for this for long enough to probably do the Olympic distance race, but we want to time trial ourselves and get a feel for the sprint distance. As soon as we arrived at Island Lake I see Lifetime outfits everywhere…lots of smiles and positive energy- whether you are an athlete or a spectator- you are excited! You can't see a thing b/c its 5am and the sun isnt even out yet, but you can feel it! Phil initially puts his wetsuit on inside out as we are counting down the last few minutes before the race…oh my I laughed! He whips that thing off and gets it back on no problem. We jet out to the water to meet up w/ Team Pulido who awaits us.
I mentioned to Nikki that I had that tight chest feeling…maybe the nerves, maybe the asthma, maybe the tight a** wetsuit…nevertheless she had the perfect solution a best friend could have. Let’s Pray. Nikki lead a few of us in prayer right there in the knee deep water of Lake Trout. After we all hollered Amen, I instantly felt better. Thank you so much Nikki for being a great friend and team mate in a time of need! Check! And we’re off….as I rounded the first booey I thought to myself ok just make it to the next one. One step, one stroke rather, at a time. I was being kicked, pushed, splashed- you name it- complete chaos. My goggles were fogging up I was doing my best to make sure I was swimming in the right direction- note to self: “Next time I need to work on spotting a LOT more.” All of a sudden these orange swim caps were coming out of no where and boy where they ruthless! I think one guy seriously thought I was a canoe or something as he was trying to grab on to me for dear life. I turned around and yelled “I’m a chic back off!” He could have drowned us both! Prior to that I gulped a huge mouthful of lake water and smelt and tasted like gasoline. Oh that’s right, a jet ski had just cruised by me to check on someone…sweet. Whatever, better that then a fish I guess. Keep stroking…one at a time. That was the craziness…In the lap pool I was very comfortable swimming 4 strokes at a time, breathing on the 4th stroke. Hell to the no in the lake- I needed a breath after every single stroke out there! This made me feel like I was going in slow motion. At that point I really didn’t care…I said to myself just finish it, don’t worry about time right now, just finish. After turning that 2nd booey I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. I was now swimming towards the beach. I saw the crowd cheering and knew I could do it. All of a sudden a new issue I’ve never experienced during these past 18 weeks- I’m beyond dizzy. Welcome my friend vertigo!I NOT! Oh boy…can I do this? This is awful! Everytime I looked down during a stroke, the entire lake was wobbling, I didn’t know which way to look or what to do. I closed my eyes and figured that might help a bit. It did. Somehow, I picked up my pace and even got in a few 4 stroke sessions. I almost knocked some orange cap guy out as he literally tried to push me down. I pointed at my swim cap and hollered “yellow…chic….” And heard a “I’m sorry” …ruthless I tell you! Just because I’m cruising…don’t hate!
Ok, I made it to the beach. I had literally no idea how I was doing, the whole swim felt like slow motion- I knew there was a lake of people behind me but had no idea how many were in front of me. Now the real struggle- get this wetsuit off. Oh boy, I did not practice this enough. I saw my family and friends cheering and smiling and snapping photos. I stuck my tongue out and ran into the transition area. I checked out my watch and realized my time was only like 23 minutes and I started my watch before the swim so I was doing good…whoa! I plopped down at my bike and tried ripping off the wet suit. “Its stuck” I hollered! No one cared…naturally- LOL. It was stuck on my big ol’ timing chip on my left ankle. I asked a guy about 4 spots down for help but he just rolled his bike away. No worries, I wasn’t mad, I get it- it’s a race afterall! So I gave it another good pull along with a ‘Dear Jesus help me please’ and off it came!
I was on to my favorite part of the course- the bike. I felt like I killed the bike- I love this sport now. Who woulda thunk? It was awesome for all the Lifetime team members to be in our team jerseys. I naturally hollered out to every single jersey I saw. If I didn’t know who they were I just said 3 words “Yeah…Go Lifetime!” I was receiving the same support. As I approached mile 5 on the bike, I saw Brent trucking down a hill on his way back… ”Go Pulido!” He replied “Hell Yeah.” We were all in game face mode…excitement was flowing. We have trained hard for this…we were doing the thang! I never saw Phil on the bike…maybe I was looking down at my MPH gauge and missed him…he was lighting fast on that bike so not surprised- LOL. I blew past a lot of people, and I was passed by just as many. Especially people on TRI bikes- I could seriously hear them coming. I enjoyed the breeze they gave me as they blew by too!
Mile 11 and I said to myself “ok just when you think you have given it your all…dig deep. You can always find more.” I did…found another gear and pedaled so hard that last mile I passed a few more people. I loved the look on the men’s faces when a chic passed them up. I also loved the look on the Lifetime jersey faces who inspired me with this look that read “Come on…lets GO we GOT THIS!” As I pulled in to the dismount area a girl bit it and completely flipped over her handlebars. Happens all the time…seriously. When you wear cycle shoes and forget to clip out it’s a recipe for crash. I have crashed 4 times, 2 of those 4 I was standing still. Well really 5x if you could the time someone else (wont name any names- HA) took me out as we were standing still at a stop light on
Hines Drive
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Anyway, I stopped to ask if she was ok.
She jumped up quicker than I could speak stating she was ok.
Medic was there as fast as she could stand up as well.
So I transitioned to the run.
When I was switching to my run shoes I noticed that my socks were soaking wet!
I already had one shoe on so I just changed one sock.
I literally said out loud, well one foot w/o blisters is better than 2!
So me and my one white sock and one pink sock were off!
The last and final leg…the run, oh how I love and hate you. Ok I read the description that a part of the course was on the grass. I bypassed that description mentally as I THOUGHT that we had ran the course before. It was like a small patch- big whoop. UM NO! Clearly the path we ran was not the exact course. No one mentioned the crazy hill at the very beginning of the race. No one! Probably on purpose- didn’t want to freak us out! Dude, my legs were done after the bike. My heart rate was already 180 (5 beats over my AT) I needed to hydrate and had my water bottle in hand. I did not need a steep grassy and wet hill. Oh well…keep on trucking. Needless to say, I had to walk up part of this hill, shoot, but oh well. Hit the pavement, tried to find a 10 minute pace to start out and watched my heart rate decline on my heart rate monitor. I told myself when my heart rate got back down below AT, like maybe near 160, I would pick it up just a notch. That heart rate was not trickling below 170. I looked up and smiled and said Philippians 4:13 one more time. Being a runner, I know the first 5 minutes are always hardest. I swear I was looking at my watch every minute as if I was thinking “is it done yet?” I broke into a nice comfortable stride a little over a mile in. Heart rate was lookin good, lets go. I passed Phil and Brent as they were on their way back to the finish line. I seriously felt great! Phil on the other hand looked awful. Completely awful…I wasn’t concerned for his health as I knew he was an athlete….I was concerned for his mentality. I looked back up at the sky and said a prayer for him to find it in him, to have energy, no pain (he was also battling a knee injury) and to just enjoy the last few minutes of this race. As I turned the half way point I felt so good. So glad to know this thing was almost over. Anytime anyone does a race, you always start with the end in mind. To know you only have a little bit to go feels just as good as the finish…well maybe not just as good, but pretty close. I did NOT know there was another hill and a TON more grass. YIKES! Whatever, almost done, push through, do the dang thing. After the last hill down, I was to the beach area and saw the finish line. I didn’t quite pick up my pace until a lifetime jersey who was near the finish line screamed “Great Job Lifetime, now sprint to the end- you got this!” So I did…I sprinted to THE END.
I was greeted by a humongous high 5 from Coach John and all our friends and family. I did not feel dead like I did after the ½ marathon, I felt full of life and energy. Coach John came up and gave me an earful that I was the 2nd chic to finish (behind Sue- whom I made friends w/ through all of this and owe a lot of my swim technique too) for the beginners group. Whoa! How cool! Right at that first buoy in the lake I had told myself to ‘not worry about time anywmore…just finish” and here I was 2nd in line to finish in that group. Turns out I was 4th in my age group…a measly 1 minute behind 3rd place which got a prize. Dang it! Every single second counts in these races…every single second.
So there is my story. I seriosuly need to give endless thank yous to my family. This was a team effort all around because Phil and I did this together so we needed a lot of help with Kaylee. Between the multiple weekend trips my parents made to babysit while Phil and I went to the 2-4 hour workshops, and the nights she stayed at Barb's for our 5am rides/practice etc...we are just so blessed and greateful to have an awesome family team!
I’m glad I’m documenting this because life is kind of like a race. Not in the sense that you are trying to rush and hurry through to get to the finish line…but the mentality and training for a race. Life is like that. First and foremost, we can do anything through him who gives us strength (Philip 4:13) Secondly, we can do anything we set our MINDS to. Third, it will not be easy. There will be setbacks (for me a timing chip stuck on my wetsuit- for a chic at the dismount a shoe still clipped into her pedal) but you can quickly find a solution, get back up and keep going. There is always a finish line to any task. Ultimately, there is a finish line to life and one day we will all be seated before the thrown and will have a ‘playback’ like this race recap play before us.
We don’t all have to be triathaletes, which is not what I’m saying. What I’m saying is that no matter what your passions are in life- we can all give 110%. Whether its racing in some form, just being a loving mother, an honest employee, a coach to others, a coach to your children’s team, a supportive parent, or a sacrificing sibling…we all have passion, we all have purpose if we are still alive. We can all inspire others. We can all feel good about ourselves. Find your passion, dig deep and just when you thought you were ready to quit…dig deeper. There is ALWAYS more. Believe in yourself and you will see how contagious it is, others will instantly believe in you too. After you believe in yourself you will naturally believe in others as well. It’s the circle of life folks, live it to love it, NOT just to live it.
*I'll post some pics soon, for now headed to some memorial day celebrations ;)
The ocean is so big, bigger than we can even see w/ the naked eye. Yet, from God’s view, or in this case- my view from atop 22 floors…He/we get the opportunity to sees all of the ripples extending out into the untouched waters that one person (or fish-LOL) can make. Is it ironic that the fish is the Christian symbol? Just sayin…. 
