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Top 6 Ironman Races for First Timers

In Bike, Run, Swim, Triathlons on September 27, 2013 at 6:03 PM

My friend and USAT coach, Magui, from Trijungle posted this video on our team’s Facebook group page today… And this is how I decided to aim for Ironman Florida in 2015, once I have turned fifty!

What makes us triathletes?

In Bike, Run, Swim, Triathlons on February 16, 2013 at 11:54 AM

A team member posted this morning the following question to our coach Andy Clark on our Alien Endurance Facebook Group Page:

“Coach Andy, at what moment are you considered a (true) “triathlonist”?”

And this was his response:

“There will be a moment immediately after you cross the finish line … The announcer will call out your name, a volunteer will place a medal around your neck, and you’ll see other athletes in the finishing chute trying to catch their breath. At that moment you’ll realize what you just accomplished. You just did something only 1% of the population has done. At that moment you have arrived as a triathlete! Then you’ll smile!”

For any of you who has doubted for a moment if  you are a true triathlete, these words should clear it all up!

I love my coach.

Have a beautiful weekend.

It’s been a while…

In Bike, Life, Marathons and Half, Run, Swim, Triathlons on February 12, 2013 at 8:27 PM

… since I last wrote. I don’t even want to look at the date of my last entry. Why bother? I know it’s been long.

So many things happened in between. The love of my life, my dog Socrates a.k.a. Pocho, passed away; I broke up with my boyfriend a gazillion times and got back with him; I had a lot of work; I trained like crazy; I completed my first Ironman 70.3 and did some other races; I started my way back into my spiritual journey, and many other things along the way.

All in all, it was a good long while, with it’s plusses and minuses; yet I still carry a heavy heart for the loss of my favorite little guy. I had to make the decision of putting him to sleep and that’s one that can haunt you forever. This, by far, has been the darkest hour of my life.


And the brightest was finishing the ESI IronMan 70.3 Augusta on 9/29/12 in 6:53:48. If that’s a good time or not, it’s all relative, but I finished strong and happy, feeling like a champ. Satisfied for the entire journey towards Augusta… all the training… the trip with my coach and teammates… the unconditional attention from my boyfriend who made sure I enjoyed every minute of MY moment… the packet pick-up… race day… THE FINISH LINE.




Above, stopping before the finish line for a photo with a handkerchief printed with Pocho’s face. He made it with me through the race!


Photo Oct 04, 6 27 52 PM

That is me above feeling proud and happy with my medal.

This is me below bragging because I can.

Photo Oct 11, 10 45 58 AM

This year started off with the ING Half Marathon (results here) and the Chapman Wild Run 5k (got third place in my age group; first time ever). Next in line are: the Disney Princess Half Marathon at the end of the month; the Nautica South Beach Triatlon (the first tri of the season) and the Key Biscayne Half Marathon in April. There are many other races I’m doing this year but have not signed up yet… and yes, one of them is Augusta, and another Ironman 70.3, probably Haines City.

Life is good!!! And while I am happy doing the things I like, my heart will always weep silent tears for my little man Pocho


A triathlete’s best friend

In Bike, Run, Swim, Triathlons on May 14, 2012 at 9:56 AM

I never imagine I would get used to getting in and out of a porta-potty like if were walking into the most amazing place. Well, of course, it is clearly not the most amazing place, but come race morning butterflies start rambling around, your digestive system decides to deliver the results of your breakfast, and all that water you’ve been drinking to maintain yourself hydrated before the swim start kicking in. At that moment, a porta-potty can become a triathlete’s best friend.

When you get into this sport, you need to leave behind your girlie fashions and be happy with putting your socks on feet filled with sand, with mounting a bike all wet, with hair all tangled or just puffed up, legs marked with grease from your bike, get bitten by mosquitoes, getting the most terrible tan you can ever imagine, and many, many other things you can imagine. And yes, getting into the most disgusting place ever: the porta-potty.

But do not fear! You will get used to it.

Augusta Half Ironman

In Triathlons on February 23, 2012 at 6:14 PM

This is on my target this year… CLICK HERE

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.

Our last long run before the ING

In Run on January 21, 2012 at 2:13 PM

Today we did our last long run before racing the ING Half Marathon next Sunday 1/29. Wow! As the date comes closer, I get more and more excited.

A 5 mile run was all there was to do. Like our coach Andy Clark said last week, from now on there’s nothing else to do to get better for the race. If we haven’t worked hard enough, there’s nothing that we can accomplish in two weeks to improve. If we’ve work hard enough, then it should be a breeze. By the way, click on his name to see how hot and mean he looks.

My challenge has always been my legs. Last year it was the knee. This year IT band. Last week’s 13-mile run was brutal, especially the last two miles. I was hurting pretty badly, and by mile 11 I had to walk. There was no way I could run. And that’s very frustrating when you are in great shape to the extent that you don’t get tired during a long run, and it’s just the legs that can’t do their job.

My strategy for next week… Take a break at every water station and stretch. This time is not about … time. It’s about being able to run the whole race and go through the finish line… running. And above all… enjoy it. I’m planning on taking out my phone and snapping some shots.

After this race, comes many more… another half marathon, a triathlon and a swimming event which I’m all set and signed up for. Additionally, today we started fumbling with the idea of doing the Disney Princess Half Marathon, which last year we couldn’t do because of injuries, despite being signed up. The excitement of doing a race in Disney sounds magical especially if you can wear a tutu while you  run (I have mine ready from last year). But we decided to hold our horses, wait for us to finish the ING and see if we can do Disney. Hopefully the gods of knee injuries will send their healing energy and I will dash through ING’s 13 miles directly to the Disney Half Marathon. Keep your fingers crossed and send your good thoughts my way!

Anyway, I’m excited and ready to wear the Alien Endurance t-shirt on Sunday January 29th and run with my team mates as a proud Alien!


Swimming with the Sharks

In Swim, Triathlons on June 20, 2011 at 6:02 PM

I work in advertising, and normally when you present a case study you leave the results for the end. For this post, I’m not. I’m too damn excited to do so…

Results: I swam 400 meters in 13 minutes freestyling without stopping… nor panicking nor drowning. Yeay for me!

Yesterday was the Trilogy #1 Tri-race and I participated. This was my third tri-race ever. I was both excited and anxious to really see how far I had gone with my swimming. To me it was something like a mid-term exam. “Let’s see how you are performing so far, Ms. Chaurero”. Surprisingly, on Saturday I was not anxious. Only by night time I was just a bit. Butterflies were doing their usual thing. Now, Sunday, was different animal, but nothing comparable to my second race when I was hoping something insignificant would happen, but significant enough to avoid showing up at the race… e.g. my  car tire exploded; Socrates vomited; I woke up to a very bad hair day…

But this day was different. It was the day where the big girls were separated from the little ones. Boys with one hair on their chest no longer played with the hairless ones. It was THE turning point.

After the regular things I do before being able to leave home, I went to pick up Karla, a high school friend and tri-buddy. By 5:35, we were parking the car and heading to get ourselves marked and pickup our ankle chips so we could get into the transition area to set up our gear. Because of our race numbers being so close, she and I ended up on the same bike rack, so we set our stuff next to each other. Yeay! Upon completion and meeting our other team members, we headed to the beach area from where we would begin the race.

Once there, I got into the water for a quick warm up and I started feeling much more confident. I was thinking “You can do this. You can do this”. It was just a matter of waiting for our 40+ women group to be called into the water. We wore purple swimming caps, and there were many of us… 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. and then the sound of a bull horn, and off we were. I went out smoothly but firmly. Just like in meditation, where you listen to yourself breathing to be able to focus, I do with swimming. I focus on the water bubbles coming out of my mouth. I always let them go out at the same pace, almost creating a repetitive sound, a song if you may. Something that has a certain rhythm that keeps my mind on track… if possible.

My first impressions were incredibly enlightening to me, but probably foolish to you, because I couldn’t believe I was swimming next to soooo many people. I would touch some of their feet. Some of them would touch mine. I could see feet and hands and arms and legs. I could see entire bodies swimming next to me. I was not alone as I had been in my two previous races. This was it. I was swimming with the sharks. Finally! And still I kept it calm. I continued to follow my breathing pattern and have happy thoughts of getting to the shore. I didn’t want to go faster in fear of getting tired. The objective was clear from the beginning: do the entire swim in freestyle and without stopping. As we turned the first buoy I realized many people stop there to rest, without noticing that they become obstacles for the rest of the swimmers. At this point I pushed myself so I could avoid getting stuck with them. Passing the second buoy was most exciting because you start pointing your body towards the direction of the finish line. At this stage I was getting excited, to a point where I was starting to get tired, but I really think it was more mental than physical. So I started thinking about the Dude and how proud he would be of me; of my Coach who has helped me getting where I was and who for sure would be happy to see me come out of the water; and my training buddies who have always been supportive and helping me either by giving me tips or just kind words.

I swam until I couldn’t any longer because my body was touching the sand in the water. I got up, and as I started to run out I had to look back. I had to make sure I was not the last one out of the water. And surely I wasn’t. There were plenty of sharks with different colored caps trying to make their way to the shore. As I was running I saw my Coach with a big smile. I have no clue what I told him, if I indeed said something. We hi fived, and I went straight to transition.

Once on the bike, and heading out to the course I was still in awe, overly excited and almost teary eyed. The race could’ve ended for me right there and then, and I would’ve been a winner in my little own world!

Escape from Alcatraz

In Bike, Run, Swim, Triathlons on June 1, 2011 at 6:10 PM

And so I wonder if I would ever have the guts to do this… and, for now, I can only say: Hell no! The swim looks like it’s never ending. And if no desperate prisoner was ever able to escape Alcatraz, what makes me think I would? Could? I’ll continue to focus on my little goals… 🙂 BTW, last week I met a Venezuelan guy at my local LA Fitness who told me he was doing it. Kudos to him!

Trilogy Series

In Bike, Run, Swim, Triathlons on June 1, 2011 at 12:40 PM

So this is the next race on my calendar. June 19th! I can only hope I do all three events plus the bonus round. My objective for this one: 1) Swim all 400 meters freestyle… No back stroking; no life saver, although it seems I’m done with using this floating device. 🙂