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What a day!

In Run on January 31, 2012 at 6:30 PM

It’s been two days since the ING and I have had no time to write. Between plummeting on the couch after the race and then going back to work next day, it’s been difficult to find the energy to write. However, the excitement continues to beat inside my body, enjoying every memory I have of a day that was very important to me.

It started at 3am when both alarms went off. The boys (as in dogs) didn’t bother to lift their heads despite me jumping out of the bed to start getting dressed. Fifteen minutes later I was waking them up to go out for their walk and  then come back home to feed them, and feed myself with the customary bagel with peanut butter and strawberry jelly. That has been my breakfast for every training and race I’ve done in the past year and a half, and there is no way I will change it. Once ready, I took my car and drove 2 minutes (literally) to meet some of my team mates that live in the Grove to board the cab that would take us to the American Airlines Arena… the place where the race would start out from.

We were the first from our team to arrive before 5am… it was chilly, and some of us had brought garbage bags which we immediately wore as windbreakers. It was a fab idea from Little Frankie, one of our team mates. Once our coach arrived, and most of our team members were there, we did our warm up with stretches, and a very short run just to get those muscles going. Afterwards, we said our goodbyes and good lucks, proceeded to the bathrooms for one last quick discharge and off to our corrals.

Around 6:30am we started running. I began my run with Magui, the owner of Trijungle, but once on MacArthur bridge, I was in need of another bio break and stopped at the bathrooms, which took me around 10 minutes of my time because everybody had the same need as I. The lines were  l o n g!!!

With a few ounces off my body, I began my run again, alone, without a team mate, but surrounded by so many people who ran in silence… While dawn was making its full way into the morning, the sole sound of footsteps was priceless. It was music to my ears.

I focused on my body, just like Vic told me to… At the mere sign of pain, I asked my body to keep up with me. To let me go through this with as little pain as possible. I tried not thinking of anything else other than my body and its well being… and my objective.

After mile 6, I started stopping at every aid station whether I took water or not, so I could stretch quickly without cooling off. Mile 9 had a lot of significance for me, as this was where I completely stopped last year and continued walking to the finish line. I passed it in high spirits, while continuing to send positive thoughts to my body.

After that mile I started rewiring my mind… I did what some Mexican friends call “Coco Wash”… Rather than thinking I “still” had 4 more miles to run, I said to myself “You are just doing a 4.1 mile run from scratch”. When I got to mile 10, I reprogramed myself as if I were just about to start a 3.1 mile run. That I did until mile 11, because what happened to me gave me a charge that took me through the end.

Right after completing mile 11, somehow I managed to trip over myself and landed on all six! Yes, all SIX: my two hands, two knees, one chin and one right boob which I almost erased from my body. I’m happy it’s still there. At the same speed I fell, I got up and continued to run, this time with an added adrenaline rush and thinking to myself “There’s no way this is going to get me!!” While blood fled out of my chin, I continued tall and proud, and very, very emotional because I was about to accomplish what I had set myself to. At times I had tears in my eyes from overwhelming joy. Crazy. I know.

At the sight of the finish line I ran to it like I was caught on fire. I sprinted so hard, that by the time I crossed the line I felt sick. It’s good to have the shoes I have. I highly recommend them!!! These babies made me fly!

As I was texting the Dude “It has been accomplished”, he called me. I thought he had received my message and therefore had called me. I just (right now) realized that my message never left my phone… Magically he called at the right moment!

The medal. What can I say about it? It’s HUGE and beautiful. They did a great job this year in commemorating the 10th anniversary of the ING Miami event.

My bling bling!

Unfortunately for everyone else, including the Dude, I cannot stop smiling nor talking about my experience when I’m asked about the race. Sorry folks, but this race was important and so much fun. I enjoyed every minute of it. I took it all in and I don’t feel like letting it out just yet.

I got home around 12:30. Showered, ate, and crashed for three hours. Only to get up to feed the boys and take them out for their final walk of the day.

That night I slept like a little girl. No, I didn’t sleep with my medal around my neck. Instead, I curled up with my little boy Pocho, and woke up to a beautiful Monday of continuous race story telling, a lot of work and swim drills at night. Yes, swim drills… Tri season is here… so it’s time to train hard.

Thanks for reading and being a part of this fun journey.

P.S.: This morning at 6am ING had their blitz registration… I registered for next year’s full marathon. Thanks Eliana for inspiring me. I hope I look as good and fresh as you did running through the finish line last Sunday.

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The real last entry of the day

In Run on January 28, 2012 at 10:41 PM

I thought I had written the last entry of the day before the race, but it’s not true. I’m back again…

So I left it at going to The Dude’s for dinner… After that, I started playing Monopoly with Francisco, his 7 year old. Yes, Monopoly. A game I haven’t played since maybe Fran’s age back when we used to live in Chicago. I would sit there with my mom and siblings, and sometimes even my cousin Carmen, on the kitchen table, hot chocolate in one hand, and play a game I had no clue what it was about… yes, I knew it implied money and property acquisitions, a banker (normally my brother who would always cheat), taxes, going to jail, and for some reason passing through “Go” to collect $200. I wonder where “Go” is in real life. I’d like to collect $200 for just passing in front of it.

Fran and I were having a nice time, when suddenly The Dude broke the spell of the moment and brought me back, at the speed of light, to reality… “Amor, you have to go, you have to get up early tomorrow for the race.” Those words for a split second felt out of context, and suddenly the butterflies started to move their wings inside my stomach. My entire day of serenity came to an end when I heard those shocking words. Yes, there’s a race tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow is a very long day.

The butterflies are getting tired now, and I’m feeling better. I can only hope to get some sleep so I can wake up fresh by 3am. And if my mind gets all worked up, I will try to calm it down by using Frank Costanza’s famous words: “Serenity now! Serenity now!”

Tomorrow is THE day!

In Run on January 28, 2012 at 7:15 PM

We had a great day today visiting the Expo and picking up our bibs, with a much needed lunch afterwards because we were starving! I’m happy to say I did manage to get a commemorative jacket and a long sleeve t-shirt. And also happy to announce that this year’s ING t-shirt is actually very nice. I like it much more than last year’s which has been lying in total darkness inside a drawer for the entire year.

With the two Franks!

My team mates

Now, tomorrow is the THE day and I’m overly excited. I know I won’t sleep, and I need to be up by 3am. I will set up two alarm clocks, cause I would hate that what happened to Jean Paul Jean-Paul on Seinfeld, happened to me. Because we are meeting at the race location at 5:15am with our coach to stretch, we are leaving at 4:30am from a friend’s house in a cab. I thought this was a brilliant idea! No looking for a parking spot, no stress. Brilliant!

Undoubtedly tomorrow will be a long day filled with excitement and tiredness, and for sure with a sense of loss once it’s all over. I normally get the post-race blues, and it’s terrible. Seriously terrible.

I have my race strategy in place … stop at every aid station to replenish and stretch, and continue, while focusing all the way on giving my body the extra energy so the muscles keep on going… I want to cross that finish line running, not hopping and grab my medal, so any additional happy thoughts that can help the cause, are most appreciated.

Now, I gotta go to have dinner with The Dude and kids… Good night, my friends and thanks for reading!

Tomorrow’s a big day…

In Run on January 27, 2012 at 11:00 PM

… but not as big as Sunday. Yet, I am excited and I can speak for my Alien Endurance team mates. Tomorrow we are picking up our bibs for the race at the ING Expo. But first, we will do a two mile run. So we will head to Miami Beach, do the run, and hit the Expo. I cannot wait to get my number and stroll around the booths along with my team mates. Trijungle, our “home” store, also has a booth. In their honor I will be sporting a Trijungle t-shirt and cap. While on Sunday it will be the Alien Endurance/Trijungle tee with the Alien cap. Yes, I already have that figured out. Who says you can’t have “style” while you run!

This year I have convinced myself in getting either jacket or a cap commemorating the occasion. I want to have something that reads “2012 ING Half Marathon” to remind me of this race. For some reason I feel it’s a very special one.

At the Garmin booth

At the 2011 ING Expo

I can’t believe just last year I was doing the same thing with The Dude… that is The Garmin Dude. This year he’s not running and can’t make it to the Expo either. So, I will miss him, but I’m sure he’s going to miss being there more. Yes, a year has passed by… and we are here again. I can only imagine I’m doing this race next year!

After the Expo we are going to have lunch and then we’ll head back home to rest and take it easy. At some point in the late afternoon, I will be playing Monopoly with The Dude and the kids, but will have to call it a night somewhat early. Just like tonight I’m hitting the sack early.

So this is good night, everybody! I feel like a little girl… I want to go to bed now so that tomorrow comes quickly!

After this I might kill my blog

In Bike, Run, Swim, Triathlons on January 27, 2012 at 9:53 AM

Came across this video of “Sh•t Triathletes Say”… very insightful and true. I may put my blog to rest after this… 😦

The Karma Theory

In Life on January 26, 2012 at 1:18 PM

“The totality of all your past is the present, and the totality of your present is your future. Live consciously, escape karma!” – Karma (Why Series)

The painful transformation for a better tomorrow begins now.

Inaugural Key Biscayne Half Marathon

In Run on January 26, 2012 at 9:00 AM

Our coach is offering this training program for the Inaugural KB Half Marathon to take place on April 29th. It’s $69 and look what it includes.


There’s nothing like training with a group. It makes the hard work more enjoyable and you might just make new friends! Not a bad deal, I say.

My real job

In Life on January 25, 2012 at 7:00 PM

To give a bit more texture about me, this entry is not about triathlons and running and gear and stretches… this one is about my real job. The one that allows me to do triathlons, half marathons, buy gear, and be able to stretch on my spare time.

I work at a US Hispanic Advertising Agency called Alma, and we are part of DDB. Early this week it was announced that we made it as the #6 agency on Ad Age’s A-List. For those who are in the advertising business you know this is big. For us it’s even bigger because we are the only US Hispanic agency on the list, and we’ve made it twice in three years. Yeap! In 2010 we were on that list too, and also were the only US Hispanic agency on it.

Needless to say we are all happy around here and still celebrating. But the bar is higher now and we need to work harder.

Goggles Maintenance 101

In Swim, Triathlons on January 25, 2012 at 9:00 AM

1) Don’t leave them in your car.

2) Don’t leave them in your car.

3) Don’t leave them in you car… ESPECIALLY if you live in Miami.

The rubber that suctions to your eyes begins to loose its “grip”… This has happened to me three times already and I don’t learn the lesson.

By the way, these are the ones I use and you can order them online at Trijungle. They are pretty cool and fit perfectly.

So true…

In Bike, Triathlons on January 24, 2012 at 6:17 PM

 I’ve been ditching the bike lately… no wonder I continue to be so unbalanced.