Paying the Piper. Big Run post Big Party

 

Saturday night was one for the books! A close friend celebrated their 50th birthday by hosting what might have been the party of the decade—or even of my lifetime. The theme was a glamorous mix of silver and white, prompting a frenzy of orders for sequins, glitter, and the perfect white ensembles. After several returns and exchanges, we all found our ideal outfits.

The day began with a solid gravel bike ride and a much-needed nap to prepare for the night ahead. John, ever the responsible one, drove us to the event, as he planned to stay sober while the rest of us were ready to indulge fully. The evening kicked off with drinks on the patio, seamlessly transitioning into a night where we barely touched our dinner plates, choosing to spend hours on the dance floor instead. We returned home around 12:15 AM—a late night by my standards, as I'm usually deep in REM sleep by then. Despite not having indulged to this extent in over five years, I miraculously woke up at 6 AM feeling surprisingly okay, pondering whether I had avoided a hangover or was still slightly inebriated.

I started the morning with 1500mg of PrecisionHydration and a bagel, then met up with Hilary for an ambitious 11-mile run, with intervals. Despite my legs holding up well, my stomach was less cooperative, rebelling against any intake of fluids or gels. The run was technically successful, but physically, I felt washed out and had to endure several emergency porta pottie stops.

Exhausted, I still had to coach a master's swim session, during which I couldn't eat or drink without feeling nauseous. Dragging myself home afterward, John cheerily inquired about the day's plans, to which I could only think of getting horizontal ASAP. Later, after a couple of hours and some ice water, my appetite returned with a vengeance, culminating in a feast of vegan pizza and chocolate.

By the evening, I felt about 70% recovered and turned in early. I returned to normal by Monday

, reflecting on the unforgettable night and the following grueling day. It was a blast, but not something I'm eager to repeat soon. However, I'm proud of pushing through that run—it felt like a necessary toll for the night's festivities. No more zero-fuel long runs in my future, but that one did the job for that day. Next up: Morro Bay!

Oceanside 70.3 #14

Tomorrow is my 14th Ironman Oceanside 70.3!

Throughout the years, I've raced with varying levels of fitness. This year, I am in good shape for swim and bike, but the run has proven more challenging than anticipated. My progress was notably hindered by a fracture last year, making my comeback to running both humbling and gradual. When asked if I'm ready, yes, I'm as prepared as possible under the circumstances.

Borrowing a term from a friend, I'd describe my current state as curious, lets see what happens!. It feels like I've been cramming for the run, wishing for just a few more weeks. I plan to swim and bike as I've always done and run to the best of my ability. I've adjusted my expectations to be more realistic.

Having not raced since last May, my excitement to race again is through the roof! I'm thankful for the ability to run and stand at the starting line again. I'm ready to endure whatever comes my way and to welcome the challenge with open arms. I will do my best to smile and thank the volunteers!

Lets do this!