Greetings, friends! Its finally happened: The long anticipated merging of our two mediocre blogs into a Gestalt-like one. Figuring Jesse’s mom needed a break from switching from page to page (hi, Melinda!), and not wanting to lose Amy's three readers in South Korea, we have decided to keep our friends and family updated from the same internet home. Newly armed with an iphone, this blog will be a collection of pictures, recaps, and ramblings from a pro triathlete and elite runner. Jesse has been racing triathlon since 2007, turned pro shortly after, and has posted several top-10 Ironman finishes. All-in for Cozumel, he used last summer to plan his assault on the 2013 Kona Pro Rankings. Amy is a former division one swimmer turned triathlete turned elite runner. Two summers ago, she decided to stop cycling and swimming in pursuit of marathon glory. The result was a 47-minute PR and sub 3-hour finishing time at the 2011 Tucson Marathon. She has four years until Rio 2016, during which she will transform her 5K pace to marathon pace and qualify for the Olympic Trials Marathon.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
|Pre-race awkward family photo!|
Last weekend, Jesse and I traveled to NY to pay our respects and celebrate his Grandma Betty’s life. Despite the solemn circumstances, it was great to spend time with family. Our trip coincided with Elmira’s annual Race for the Cure, a 5k run/walk in which Jesse’s mom was already registered. When she asked whether we wanted a couple entries, we gave a resounding YES. I heart local, low-key running races, especially when Jesse stands on the starting line with me. With my sidewalk-induced scars healing nicely, and formerly swollen knee no longer in pain, I was ready for that elusive 5K PR. I convinced Jesse it would be best for him to rest on his Tucson 5000 laurels and run the Race for the Cure as a half-marathon tempo. It just so happened that his half-marathon pace equaled my 5K goal pace ;)
|Discussing race strategy on the starting line...why do I look so scared???|
Results are here. This might possibly be the only image of my name above Jesse’s on a race results page, as he slowed down so I could break the tape in sub-18 glory. While my ability to “Rock the V” leaves much to be desired, the race went pretty well. After coming through the first mile in 5:36, we ran with a loose pack of guys for a 5:45 second mile. My goal for mile 3 was to ignore the Garmin and focus on passing people. In the midst of achieving this, I noticed a child about half my height was staying with us, garnering tons of cheers from hometown admirers in the process. I couldn’t help but laugh at the unfortunate fact that I was making my eyeballs bleed in order to beat a 12-year old to the line. I’m ashamed to say I was relieved at my margin of victory: A mere 5 seconds over the NY State champion in his age division. I left excited and humbled, and ready to barrel through the next proverbial wall – a sub 1:20 half marathon in 2 weeks!
Sunday, May 12, 2013
I'm a tad overwhelmed at the amount of updates we owe this blog. Organizing always helps, so I’ve taken the liberty of compartmentalizing the highlights of the past several weeks:
The Good. Rewind to April. Nathan Killam, a fellow pro triathlete, recently kept our spirits high as an honored houseguest. Describing Nathan as “enthusiastic” would be a severe understatement. He operated on his own frequency, a perpetual wave of optimism, excitement, and amazement, all while suffering daily during 30+ hour training weeks in Tucson. In addition to cooking us nightly “family dinners,” Nathan’s presence offered Jesse a built-in training partner. Together they attacked an epic 7-hour Aravaca Ride, 3-hour Bear Canyon Run, and numerous shorter sessions. Much fun was had, perhaps in excess from a training standpoint, which we’ll get to later…
|This pretty much sums it up: Killam getting us overly excited about powdered PB....|
Back to the present. I’ve been doing lots of speedwork within mileage training, and my body is responding well. So well, in fact, that I was able to kick off my 29th birthday with my fastest-ever set of mile repeats alongside Jesse (5:44, 5:44, 5:44, 5:37), and crush a 6-mile solo tempo (6:05 pace) in Santa Barbara’s harrowing wind. I was really looking forward to chasing a 5k PR this morning, but life had other plans (read on for “the ugly”). Instead I played the role of spectathlete, watching Jesse crush the Tucson 5000 with no speed training under his belt. Here’s to hoping every race ends within 4 seconds of Maik Twelseik…
|Stephanie, Me, Julia at the Tucson 5000! They both had great races!|
The Bad. In between rolling out epic training sessions with Nathan and dominating 5ks, Jesse found himself at the one and only Wildflower Triathlon with high hopes and heavy legs. Despite enjoying Wildflower’s infectiously positive atmosphere, Jesse was flat all day. The culprit was likely overtraining in the weeks preceding the race, and bears little reflection on his current fitness. On a positive note, Wildflower succeeded in putting on another amazing event, we stayed with some great fellow pros along the lake, and even enjoyed a coastal drive home. Bad race; successful weekend.
|Wildflower bound Zoot Twins|
The Ugly. I set out for a Friday 8-miler only to faceplant myself on an unforgiving sidewalk 4 miles later. Uncontrollable tears (hence “the ugly”) and a very painful walk home ensued, following by two swollen knees, a sprained wrist, and intense pain in the opposite shoulder. I’m feeling a bit lost on this weekend without running. Watch out for sidewalks, folks! I thought I was covering my injury-prevention bases with daily stretching and foam rolling, yet I neglected to respect the death traps that line our roads. I will be back, with a healthy respect for the concrete, as soon as I can…
Last week, Jesse drove me up Mt. Lemmon under the guise of wanting some fresh air and an outdoor dinner. He then asked me if I had any plans for the rest of my life, whether he could be in them, and if I wanted to get married. Holy S#1t! Of course I do. We are totally psyched to take the leap, hoping it gets us one step closer to emulating the “A” Team (for the unaware: we consider ourselves the “B” team to Jesse Thomas and Lauren Fleshman).