Our gal has, for the last couple of months, been training to compete in the Ironman 70.3 Timberman in New Hampshire. This consist of a 1.2 miles swim,which our gal did in 44:03. A bike ride of 56 miles,that Evil did in 2:55:29. And last but not least a 13.1 run,which she did in 2:13:41. Put them all together and they add up to 5:57:53.
What was she carrying on her back, a piano? Come on girlfriend you can do better than that. Why did you not use your evil powers to help you?
I was speaking to someone who was there and they painted a weird picture of what our gal was up to the whole ironman. First of all the she was almost disqualified from the swim, because as she exited the water she was caught wearing swimmes with pictures of yellow ducks on them .
Then if that wasn't bad enough at the 36 mile marker of the bike ride, the marshals along the route made her remove training wheels from her bike. But could keep the streamers on her handle grips and the pink basket on the front.
For the last leg of the ironman, my friend thought he spotted her stopped at a roadside hot dog stand wolfing down 3 dirty water dogs, with chilly and mustard,and a Budweiser, on the back of a motorcycle.
Now I don't believe these stories and would never cast a disparaging word about her accomplishments. Just showing up and getting the t shirt would be enough for me.
I am tipping my hat to our gal and what she as done. It is a great accomplishment.......especially at her age.
Just kidding..........Love ya babe.
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Hi Willie,
Thank you for highlighting my journey to the land of "Sub 6" 70.3! I would have responded earlier but my internet crashed this afternoon and I had to deal with some kid issues after school.
The Timberman race was great and I achieved my goal with a glorious 2 minutes and 6 seconds to spare. It's a good thing- because I only spent the last 4 months obsessing, planning and practicing many different ways to shave a total of 7 minutes off my previous time.
I really think those floaties with the yellow duckies helped me feel more buoyant on the swim. They made it easier to swim over top of the other women in my heat and tear their goggles off.
The training wheels on my bike were key a key component because they fired off sparks as I climbed the hills and sent the riders behind me into a tizzy.
I loved the fuel stop at 36 miles. I admit it. You caught me. Hot dogs, chilli and beer are my secret race food. Nothing like a little gas and a big old belch to make a old gal run faster! Who needs gels, gatorade and bananas. That's just too "old skool" for me.
Now that my big race is over, I am contemplating some new goals for 2012. If you have any ideas, I am open for suggestions. Maybe I'll take up curling or yoga or something.
I think you should keep on doing what you are doing. You know you love it.
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