Before the sickness hit...

HT Training group at Washington Community Center

(I am the dork that did not take off her goggles)

Finally. I get to tell you a little bit more about my St. George weekend in January. I will stick to the high-/lowlights.

First time driving from Flagstaff, AZ to St. George, UT. Definitely not as bad as I thought it would be. 5 hours. I can handle 5 hours. Especially when I don't have kids to entertain in the back seat. The route is very scenic and I get excited that I get to live in this beautiful part of the country.

But, as usual, a long drive the afternoon before a race messes up my nutrition. I tried to be careful with snacks but I don't think I drank enough. I got into town around 5 pm and went to packet pick-up. Considering that it was a running race and not a triathlon, I ran into quite a few friends and enjoyed catching up with them. That's what races are (almost) all about.

Skipping dinner was probably a mistake but

a) I just was not hungry because all I had done since lunch was sit in the car and eat (healthy) snacks

b) We had a swim workout with Coach Heath at 7 pm. I am not a fan of swimming with a full belly.

Swimming with so many friends was great. We had about 6 people of all levels in our (25 yard) lane, so it was a party with more than a few traffic jams. I am not a fan of parties in my swim lane ... unless I have a race the next morning. I was really enjoying the craziness for about 50 yards until Coach M informed us that we are now going to swim a timed mile. Oh, and I was going to lead the lane. Gulp! So much for a nice, fun swim! I quickly turned the pleasure of leading our troop over to Devan Tandy because there is not much that I hate more than swimming a straight mile. Talk about being bored out of my mind! I also happen to be the worst lap counter ever. Long story short: I was not feeling it. We ended the workout with a super fun relay which was just what I had hoped for.

Of course by the time we got back to our condo, I was starving! But by now it was about 9 pm and really too late to have a decent dinner. Not sure what I ate but it was apparently not the right thing. As I said before, I was also starting to not feel so well and cough a lot.

The highlight of the trip: staying in a condo with Jen, Anne, and Missy! I was really ready to hag out with some of my girlfriends! (I also really enjoyed getting to know Steve, Tony, and Robert but ... you know ... they're guys.) Jen, Anne, and I shared a king-size bed and definitely stayed up past our bedtime. But if I had to choose between a PR and great girl-talk, I would choose the girls any day.

That is how Day 1 went. Now, excuse me. I need to go on a date with my husband. I will tell you about The Aftermath in the next post. And let you know who was right about the bike ride.

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