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Asian Triathlon Superstar autograph signing at Wildflower

Thursday, April 30th, 2009

off to Wildflower!

Triathlete Magazine is having “marquee athletes from each sponsor do a signing session near the main stage at Wildflower” around 4pm on Friday. Our Avia contact Julie said “You can sign the AVIA ad in Triathlete magazine unless you have something else you like to use for signings.”

I don’t know if I am a “marquee athlete” but maybe some people will want to meet an Asian Triathlon Superstar?

I decided I will go over there and bring some prints I can autograph. More fun than an AVIA ad!! I printed out 50 but I don’t know who will show up. If I have leftovers I can always send them out to my blog fans! who wants one??

teehee

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How to Get Over Jet Lag

Tuesday, April 28th, 2009

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Thursday.
arrive in home airport around lunchtime.
take a 3-4 hour nap.
go to bed at midnight.

Friday.
try to sleep in but wake up completely alert and starving at 5am.
visit work to say hi and negotiate work hours.
get told to start work on Monday.
(not the following Monday as had been planned/hoped.)
try to go to bed at a somewhat reasonable hour.
am somehow not tired, so write up race report instead.
fall asleep at 2am.

Saturday.
wake up at 12noon.
watch the Wolverine movie that the sneaky Filipinos sold you.
realize that it is the unfinished version and the exciting fight scenes still contain computer graphics and wires! laugh at the hilarity but feel totally gypped.
not tired.
fall asleep at 3am.

Sunday.
wake up at 10am.
sadly but voluntarily color the hot pink bits of the trademark Wongstar hair back to boring black. don’t want to give patients any reason to question my authority. :(
go to bed at 10pm.
fall asleep at 11:30pm.

Monday.
wake up at 7:30am.
go for 30min run and realize after 20min that the turnaround point should’ve been at 15min, not at 30min. oops. brain lag!
go to work.
go to bed at 10pm.
fall asleep at 11:30pm.

Tuesday. wake up at 7:30am.
go to work…

rinse, repeat, and smile at some race photos my friend Jason sent:
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last on the rack: Khan is a very patient warrior horse.

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too much sunblock from overzealous volunteers, and Hello Pandas in my back pocket!

my incredibly awesome Ironman China 2009

Saturday, April 25th, 2009

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“You are only as good as your last race” is one of Coach’s favorite sayings. As the youngest of the TBB ironchicks (until LC or Angela step up to the distance…soon enough!), I consider Ironman to be my distance, and so up until this past weekend, I was only as good as the 12:44 I struggled through last April at the inaugural Ironman China. That was a 1:28 swim, a 6:08 bike ride, and a very painful 5:01 run in blazing hot conditions. I was still working full-time doing my prosthetics residency this time last year, and had not yet gone to any of the team training camps.

I was very eager to test out my newfound fitness and mental toughness after two training camps in Subic. I also knew the heat acclimitization would help so much more. On the especially hot days in the Philippines, I would tell myself “China is hotter.” I slept with the air conditioning off. Towards the end of camp I knew I was ready for the heat when I got back from one of our last long rides and told Scott, “it wasn’t so bad today, was it? That didn’t feel very hot at all.” He thought I was being sarcastic and when he realized I was serious, he looked like he wanted to shoot me. It turned out to be one of the hottest days in Subic that day.

It was relatively cool when we arrived in Haikou and the day before the race, it thunderstormed and the forecast for race day quickly rose, but “only” to about the low 30′s C (86-92 F). My generic race strategy was something like “race happy.” This would be my sixth Ironman and second one as a pro, and I was familiar with the highs and lows you go through when racing this distance. Coach has gotten to know my personality well enough to figure out that if I’m not happy, then I don’t go so well. And since my swimming is currently at a level far behind all the other pros, I was expected to lose some time to everyone in the swim, but was instructed to not let that bother me. “Damage control,” he said.

What I didn’t expect was to be so far behind in the swim. The new swim course was in the Nandu River, which had a 2km/hr current going towards the left. We swam a loop going counter-clockwise, so we would have to battle the current on the way back. They even shortened the swim course on the “upstream” return leg so that we got to exit the water early and run about 300 meters along the shore. A lot of the stronger swimmers thought that was bullshit, but I was pretty stoked–hey, maybe I would get that one-hour swim!

Being a typical Chinese girl who got all A’s in math, I was very good at geometry and calculus (vectors!) and figured that would help me navigate the current successfully. My miscalculations probably arose from underestimating the strength of the current and overestimating my strength as a swimmer. :( I was aiming in the proper directions, but it wasn’t enough. The current was so fast that it was visible just standing on the shore, and it was very confusing once I was on the swim course because it looked like the buoys marking the corners of the course were moving.

The pros weren’t allowed to wear wetsuits, but age-groupers were. I lined up in the front of our mass start crowd with the other pros in my BlueSeventy PointZero3+ speedsuit (the next best non-wetsuit option) and immediately got swam over by many wetsuit-clad amateurs. I thought at least I would have someone to swim with, but after the first buoy, everyone had different ideas on how to navigate the course, and the “mass start” was only 350 strong. The current smashed me up against the first two buoys as I tried to go around them and I remember being mad that they hadn’t tied down the buoys properly, I was very frustrated that I seemed more incompetent at swimming than usual and it took me most of the swim to figure out that the buoys really weren’t moving, it was the stupid current.

I got shot down the downstream leg quickly but seemed forever stuck once I had to fight directly against the current. I wasn’t going anywhere, and if I got tired and decreased my effort at all, I would get swept further downstream. Finally I made the decision to aim toward the shore instead of toward the finish, and was able to head into shallower water where the current was a bit weaker. When I finally made it out of the water the first time, I hit what would be the lowest point of my whole day: my watch read 47 minutes and Tereza had apparently lapped me as she was finishing the swim and heading to her bike while I still had one lap to go!

The volunteers knew I was a pro (I got a special green cap) and at first directed me back towards transition (we were all confused) and tempting as that would be, I didn’t want to be DQ’d and sadly announced “I still have to swim my second lap!” I dragged my feet a little getting back into the water, I really didn’t want to go back in again but took the plunge. The second time was not much different, I at least had learned to navigate a little better, I still thought the buoys were moving, and the current was even stronger the second time. I was shot down the backstretch so fast that I was disoriented because I couldn’t believe I swam that fast. I remembered to direct myself all the way to the shore and was able to take some time off the second lap, it only took me 43 minutes. What was discouraging was to see so many swimmers cutting the swim course short, skipping some of the buoys.

I got out of the water right under 1:30, not my worst swim ever but pretty close (I swam a 1:32 in my very first Ironman 7 years ago), and pretty damn awful for being in by far the best swim fitness of my life. One of the 70.3 competitors called out “It’s ok, Jocelyn! We understand!!” I couldn’t help but smile and laugh, shrugging my shoulders; I remembered “damage control” from Coach and also found it amusing that my superstar status was starting to get me recognized at races. Plus I was just so happy to be DONE with the swim, my day could only get BETTER!

I ran through transition and got swarmed by eager volunteers in the change tent. As I rolled on my special Wongstar socks, they slathered me all over with too much sunblock before I could protest…my first thought was “crap, this is going to mess up my race photos!” (Scroll down to see, I was right!!) And I wasn’t sure I’d be able to sweat properly with so much sunblock. Over to the pro rack to a very patient Khan the Warrior Horse, it is never hard getting your bike out when it is the last one left on the rack.

By now I was all smiles, at least the most disastrous portion of the whole race was behind me, better to get it over with at the beginning, and at least it’s the smallest portion of the whole race too. I headed out on the bike and took the first 40k relatively easy, there was a bit of a headwind and I was going to play it smart. Ironman is a long day and I didn’t want to blow up on the bike like last year. This year I went sans aero helmet and Khan was without race wheels (I had a disc wheel cover and Hed3 front last year). In case it got hot, I didn’t want to cook my brain again, and Coach has told me I first need to demonstrate a bike split worthy of race wheels. I grabbed a bottle of Gatorade at every aid station (about every half hour) and munched on the Hello Panda cookies in my bento box.

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How to Become an Asian Triathlon Superstar, Step #19: Bike the fastest you’ve ever biked while munching on a very Asian snack stamped with a very Asian mascot.

“The bike is a restaurant,” were my instructions. My Hello Pandas were my happy snack: they are bite-sized chocolate filled biscuits with cute little pandas printed on them. I had practiced with them on my long rides in training–the only time I get to eat chocolate during training–and the pandas and chocolate always made me happy. I knew they would help keep me both emotionally and nutritionally stable during the race! Plus ever since the Beijing Olympics, the pandas stamped on the cookies were now athletic little pandas that played various sports. We were meant to be.

The two villages of Shi Shan and Dao Tang were about midway through the 90k bike loop, and my favorite part of the bike course. It was great passing by the locals, with many kids cheering “Jai yo! Jai yo!” Sometimes I would yell back “Jai yo!” or “Xie xie!” or “Ni hao!” I got a tailwind on the way back and hit about 2:50 for my first bike loop. This was about the same halfway split I got last year, but this time I figured I wouldn’t have my brain cooked and could maintain the pace for a 5:40 instead of dropping to a 6:08.

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When I started the next loop, I anticipated a small headwind again and was surprised I didn’t really feel one. I was going faster, so I thought maybe I was lucky enough to have a perpetual tailwind, or maybe my legs had just needed to warm up. Recently I seem to go faster the second half (like in Singapore) so I think I am just getting better at pacing. The second loop really did go quicker (by 5mins), although the second time through the villages, the locals were not as enthusiastic as they had been the first time. I also started feeling a headache come on, which I found unusual as that never happened in training, and it didn’t feel very hot. Turns out my sense of temperature is just warped now, by the end of the bike apparently it was already hitting the 100′s (40′s in C). I ended chugging extra bottles of Gatorade and pouring some water over my head through the (NON-AERO) helmet. I passed a ton of age group men during the last hour, many who seemed genuinely surprised to hear a girl yelling “passing on the left!” I secretly laughed at all the race wheels that I had been so envious of at bike check-in the previous day. My trusty but uber heavy $120 set of training wheels from Performance will do for now. I think only one amateur guy passed me on the whole bike course, but I figured all the faster cyclists had totally outswam me and I just never saw them. The extra Gatorade seemed to help stave off the headache (I must have had at least a dozen bottles) and when I got off the bike, I felt pretty good, especially seeing that I went under 5:40 on the bike, my first time under 6 hours by over 30mins!

I was pretty excited at this point because I knew I could still have a fast overall time today. I had told my mom I hoped to be done by around 3am California time, which was 6pm China time or 11 hours race clock time. This was a very general estimate as I knew I was fitter and due for a PR, but I just didn’t know how much by. This estimate was also a “normal weather” estimate and not an “extreme heat” estimate. I didn’t make a separate “extreme heat” estimate, it was just classified as slightly slower. The twisted part was as I was biking (and even the first half of the marathon) I thought “good thing it’s not as hot today, I think I can still get my 11 hours even though my swim stank.”

I got through the change tent again, telling the volunteers I didn’t want any sunblock. “Bu yao!!” The nice part was they threw all these ice bags over my back, shoulders, and neck as I put on my running shoes, magic running sticks, and visor. I also strapped on my secret weapon: my Camelbak hydration system. I was the only one in the change tent again (but this time for being one of the first on the run and not one of the last out of the swim) and the volunteer girls were so excited to help out. “Xie xie!” I yelled as they cheered me out of transition.

I was all smiles heading out of transition and got the official TV camera in my face. “How are you feeling?” the camera man asked. I had actually been interviewed before the race by the TV crew and I was one of the athletes they would try to follow on race day. “I’m feeling pretty good!” I happily declared. “I had a great bike and it didn’t feel so hot, but I see a lot of people walking. But I have my Camelbak and I’m going to start catching people!” As I bounced along, Donna passed me going the opposite way and cautioned me “Control it, Jocelyn!” Oh, right. I dialed it back and told myself to take the first 10 to 14k pretty easy. This was the first place where I could gauge where I was in relation to the other pro women, it was a 10k loop out of transition so I knew Donna was almost 10k in front of me. Which was 45mins to an hour maybe? That wasn’t so bad, I was about 45mins behind Tereza out of the water, so maybe I didn’t lose much time on the bike.

I saw a lot of my TBB teammates on that first 10k and nobody looked very good. Ok, nobody TBB or otherwise looked good. I probably looked like a psycho out there, I had a huge grin on my face because I was so happy to be out there. I feel good, I’m racing in China, and I’m going to have a big PR today! And it’s not nearly as hot as last year! Ok, that last statement was perception. Heat camp obviously worked since it was reported that the temperatures were 113*F or 45*C, even hotter than last year. The first few swigs of my Camelbak Gatorade tasted like soap (eww) and it was a little warm, but at least it was the lemon flavor that I still like even if it’s not cold. The best part about having your own aid station on your back is that you can breeze through the real aid stations. I would just grab a cold bottle of water (“bing shui!”) and pour it over my head and body as I ran, then chuck it to the side. I sipped on the Camelbak every 2k or so and was definitely hydrated, I had to pee throughout the whole marathon but didn’t stop. And I have yet to master peeing on myself so I had the internal debate whether to stop or not for quite a way.

When I hit the 14k mark (one-third done), my watch read “1:18″ so I knew I just had to hold that pace to go under 4 hours. I also anticipated speeding up (which I actually did, believe it or not) so I wasn’t worried. My next 14k took me through a section of the city by the finish line, and there was a great line-up of volunteers, spectators, and policemen. This was very favorite part, being Chinese I definitely had superstar status and since I may very well have been the ONLY person smiling in the entire race, I got so much crowd support! They cheered for me EXTRA and that in turn gave me a huge boost. I definitely had a bigger bounce in my step (well, my shuffle) and my pace picked up without any increase in effort.

One highlight was approaching that shaded aid station when I heard a lot of cheering. I looked up, and four Chinese boys were standing on the overpass way over our heads yelling for me. I smiled and waved, eliciting even more cheers…and that pretty much sums up my marathon. Shuffle shuffle, sip, sip, smile and wave. Every now and then I would sing out “Ni hao!” or “Xie xie!” and if the crowds were too quiet I would say “hey, where’s my jai yo?!”

I hit the special needs a little past halfway, and grabbed my defizzed bottle of rocket fuel to refill my Camelbak. As the volunteer tried to help me, there was a bit of spillage and like a truly authentic Chinese girl, the first word out of my mouth was “Aiyaaa!!” The Coke mix was pretty warm by then, but I knew the caffeine and sugar would be magic for me, so sip-sip-sip it was. Since I ran through the aid stations only grabbing water to dump on my head, I think that is where I made up so much time on people. I ran probably 99% of the entire marathon.

After having done two track marathons in training, I can honestly say that this is the shortest the marathon has ever seemed to me in an Ironman. But I could tell I was getting tired the last third. I had split the run into thirds: 14k/28k… then when I hit 30k I thought about my first track marathon. For that session, Coach had told me to hold an easy pace the first 30k. If I felt good then, I could pick it up, but I had to wait til #30. And if I didn’t feel so good, just maintain the pace. The marathon in China was a maintenance pace by then. When I hit 32k, my watch said something like 2:56 run time and 10:09 total time. And I thought, how long does it take me to run 10k? 6.2 miles? 1 hour at the slowest! I know I can do it in an hour for sure. Which would mean I can actually finish in under 11:10? Even with a horrendous swim? Ok, cool, let’s do this. This was during a short but very lonely stretch of the race that was pretty devoid of any spectators or aid stations, and at last I lost my winning smile as I focused on getting through the heat…which I was finally feeling the effects of. But I tried to keep my spirits up, if I was racing happy I would be racing well.

Still, I was really in disbelief that the marathon was going by so quickly as the 30-something kilometer marks ticked by. I was sure that it should be taking longer and didn’t really believe the 36k, the 38k marks painted on the ground because I knew there had been some last minute course changes. I thought: how cruel it must be to let a competitor think they are almost done when they have more than 8k, 6k to go. But at last I saw the final sign, 40k, in black and white and my face lit up like… a Chinese firecracker (sorry, how corny is that, I couldn’t think of anything else). So it’s really true! I really only have 2k to go!!

At 40k to go, the superstar inside of me came alive. I had the hugest smile in the world as I nearly sprinted through the city and the masses. I couldn’t believe I was going to get such a massive PR, that I would be finishing as 8th place pro woman amidst a much more competitive field than last year, that I would finally break my 4-hour marathon on top of my 5:30-something bike. I didn’t even know at that point that I was only the 3rd woman to break 4 hours on the run (there were only 4 of us). And that I would get to do all of this in China, where everyone was cheering their little hearts out for me, where everyone looked like I did and where I was practically one of their own.

I still didn’t believe I was that close to the finish line until I actually crossed the final hump–the little bridge leading up and over to the finish banner. Donna later asked “well didn’t you remember it from last year?” Well no, of course I didn’t remember it from last year. Things look A LOT different in the dark than they do in broad daylight, and I was pretty much fried and delirious trying to finish a year ago.

It is hard to describe the feeling of going through that finish chute with what was honestly my very first solid Ironman finish; it was something I had thought about and dreamt about throughout most of my training in Subic and at home. But as modern technology is so wonderful, you can see the finish videos for yourself, and if a picture is worth a thousand words, then a video is worth a billion. Here’s 4,000 words:

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How to Become an Asian Triathlon Superstar: Step #20: Psych out the competition by smiling your whole damn way to a huge new Ironman PR… in 113*F heat! :D

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I’m sorry if the other competitors want to shoot me at this point, but I really didn’t think it was that hot. It is amazing what physical and mental adaptions one can make. Coach’s last email to me was to get my mind ready for a tough day, and if I didn’t need it, then it would be a bonus. As I raced I honestly thought, “well he said to prepare for a tough day, but it’s not as tough as last year, so that’s good. Now I have some extra mental toughness prepared in my bonus bag for next time.”

And now I believe more than ever that I have what it takes to become an Asian Triathlon Superstar. It may take 50 steps, or more than 100, but I know I will get there.

I wish to thank:

* BlueSeventy for my PointZero3+ speedsuit. I wish I could’ve used the Helix instead but rules are rules! and I cringe to think how much slower I would’ve gone if I didn’t even have a speedsuit!! ;)
* Cervelo, Oval Concepts, and ISM for the fastest bike on training wheels, Khan the Warrior Horse!
* Avia for the bomb-proof Avi-Rhythms that helped carry me to the 3rd fastest women’s run split.
* My travel sponsor Mark Cathcart for helping me get to and from Asia for the second time now, and for truly believing in me.
* Jeju for the financial support.
* Scody for the cool looking race kits with (most importantly) the matching sports bras that double as ice-holders.
* TeamTBB: Alex and Brett for believing in me, a scrappy and hardly talented age grouper with big dreams that some may call delusional, and for guiding me on the path to athletic success; and to all my teammates who have become genuinely supportive of me. I know that some of you thought “WTF is she doing here” during my first week of camp, and it’s ok, I thought the same thing, but I hope I’ve shown that I’ve worked really hard and really belong here. I hope I’ve made all of you really proud and have no fear, I will only get better from here.

Ironman China videos for Mom and Dad

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009

Dear Mom and Dad,

I’ll be home soon! since you couldn’t be in China with me, I had my own TV crew follow me around and they took some videos of me, because that’s the kind of treatment a rising Asian Triathlon Superstar gets in Asia.

Here we go! just click on the picture of the video.

after the horrible swim:

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running towards the finish! I’m so happy!

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and here’s the finish line! they even caught me getting caught and getting my medal:

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see you soon!
I can’t wait!

love,
your favorite triathlete

a quickie post race recap from your favorite superstar

Sunday, April 19th, 2009

this is not quite a race report because I don’t yet have any photos and what is a race report without awesome photos?

…as predicted I had the BEST RACE OF MY LIFE.

first time under 6 hrs on the bike. 5:35. a negative split too! 2:50/2:45

first time under 4 hrs on the marathon. 3:55.

first time under 12 hours in an ironman…and almost under 11 too!! 11:08.

a full one hour improvement from my previous best Ironman (12:08) and 1hr 36mins faster than last year’s Ironman China (12:44).

oh! and first time finishing in BROAD DAYLIGHT!!! WOW!!!

I even had my own bicycle escort in the last 2k of the marathon!!

what blows my mind a little is that I had the 3rd fastest marathon of all the women (and 7th fastest amongst all the pros including the boys!!). I just did my special bomb-proof little shuffle that me and Coach have been working on. It never occurred to me that I wouldn’t break 4 hours, that was my goal and I kept an eye on my watch to make sure I was on pace. My secret goal was to break Belinda’s run course record from last year (3:53) and I just missed it by 2 minutes!

The heat didn’t bother me very much. I was very surprised to hear it was even hotter than last year, because I completely melted last year. I ran with my Camelbak in the marathon and I think that helped a lot, I poured a bottle of water over my head and body at every aid station and stuffed ice in my sports bra. Good thing there’s lots of room for stuffing random things in there. The volunteer girls thought that was hilarious.

The volunteers, spectators, and policemen all loved me. They could tell I was obviously Chinese and I had such a big smile on my face for most of the marathon that they would go crazy and cheer for me EXTRA! that helped a lot too. It made me go faster!! I felt like a hometown heroine.

My swim was bad, I got trapped in the current and swept downstream, but I find it funny that everyone keeps telling me how gutsy and courageous I was to keep going the way I did after such a bad swim. What were my options, really? to go bad in the bike AND bad in the run also? no way!! Coming out of the water and seeing 1:30 on my watch, I thought “I can only go better from here.”

thanks for all your support!! congratulations to everyone out there yesterday.
I love China!!
xoxo
a very happy Wongstar

The Wongstar is ready to rock your socks off

Saturday, April 18th, 2009

How to Become an Asian Triathlon Superstar, Step #18: Personalize your compression socks with your superstar logo.

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I will give you three guesses what my socks say…ok…here’s a hint. The right sock says “STAR.” I think you can figure out what the left one says. Here is a close-up:

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Happily paired with my AVIA Avi-Rhythm running shoes. You will only see the WONGSTAR logo as I run past you!

Special thanks to my friend Li Ying for getting me the fabric paint in Singapore!!

Stay tuned tomorrow for our very exciting race. You can track us on www.ironman.com starting at 7am China time…same as Saturday evening 4pm California time for my family or 7pm Eastern time.

I am Bib #14, my lowest number yet. Moving up in the triathlon world!

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Wongstar is ready!!

Chinese lessons

Friday, April 17th, 2009

How to Become an Asian Triathlon Superstar, Step #17: Listen to your grandmother.

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This is the scroll that my maternal grandmother gave me before I went away to college nearly 10 years ago. (Westmoor High School class of 1999!) She told me that the translation was something like:
“If it’s in your heart, you will get it.”

Obviously this picture was taken before the ceiling fell in. But as I was saying… I had my friend Hang translate it for me as well. I knew the first character meant “heart.” Here is Hang’s translation…

Literally it says:
xing = heart
xiang = think
shi = thing
cheng = happen or complete (successfully)

And put all together:
“If you believe in it, it will happen.”

Today I had my first TV interview with the official camera crew. I got to talk about how it feels to be a Chinese girl born and raised in the USA and “returning home” to the country of my grandparents.

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Then we had the carbo-loading banquet and everyone got a little ribbon to tie to an orange tree for good luck. We also got to make a wish on it! I wished for…well, I can’t tell you or it might not come true. But remember, if you believe in it, it will happen!

As for my paternal grandmother, I’ve never met her. She passed away when my dad was a young boy in China. But I think she will be here with me on race day, just like she was last year.

photos on the way to China and in China

Thursday, April 16th, 2009

The Wongstar and Khan the Warrior Horse have safely journeyed to China.

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Here is Khan proudly showing off his Chinese flag sticker on his seatpost. Right under his new matching red ISM Adamo saddle and matching red bottle cages:

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Ok but first here are some pictures taken from our flight to China. I traveled with Donna, Scott, and Tereza, and we were happy to have emergency exit row seats so we could stretch out our legs…but I made sure to take it very seriously after watching Air Crash Investigation with the Bean.

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I wasn’t sure Tereza realized what a huge responsibility sitting here was:

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And Scott fell asleep…but as long as he can wake up when they yell “Evacuate! Evacuate!” and knows what to do, we’ll be ok:

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…so obviously we made it to Haikou safely and didn’t have to pull out our emergency exit evacuation skills.

Today we went to the supermarket. You know you’re in China when all the signs give you childhood flashbacks of Chinese school.

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You can find almost anything here in the grocery store that you would find at home…and then some….

Like Pringles…

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or M & M’s…
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and Manny was telling us they didn’t have peanut butter in China. I call bullsh**! they even have Skippy brand. and I know this cuz…I can read “Skippy” in Chinese….can’t you?

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and what did they have here that they don’t have at home….STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE cookies!!! whoa can you say “blast from the past”??? I haven’t seen this girl since I was 5 years old. Yup a child of the 80′s! I didn’t buy them but I had to snap a pic:

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of course during race week when we aren’t sweating so much, it seems the bladder calls more often than usual. So I end this blog with my newest tip: How to Become an Asian Triathlon Superstar, Step #16: Master the “squat” for certain Asian toilets.

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I’m proud to say I am getting pretty good at this. Though I can’t say I’ve tried a #2 this way, and I might fall in if this was the day after Ironman…

more soon from the beautiful island of Hainan…stay tuned!

my ceiling fell down so I had to write a blog about it.

Wednesday, April 15th, 2009

this one time, at training camp, the ceiling fell down in my bedroom…

‘Twas my last night in Subic, so after my last workout, I biked into town for my new pre-race ritual…getting my hair colored. Fluorescent red this time. Good luck red for China. Since I was in the mall, I got distracted by the vendors and went shopping for one final time (in Subic anyway). I got 2 “Swatch” watches, 6 pairs of sunglasses (including 4 pairs of “Oakleys” for a grand total of $12), some shirts…and many “suspiciously inexpensive” DVD’s. I got home a little late, made myself a dinner and brought it next door to watch the last 15mins of Grey’s Anatomy with the girls. Not more than 5mins later, Dumpstar bangs on the door to announce that the ceiling in my room had fallen in. It was loud enough to wake him up (sometimes he goes to bed by 8pm) and he thought someone had broken into our place to steal our Cervelo bikes.

Donna thought he was 2 weeks late for an April Fool’s joke, but I headed back, expecting just a small chunk of ceiling missing. Instead, I walked in my room and screamed.

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see the bright light on the floor at the bottom of the photo? that was the ceiling light.

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It looks like some kind of natural disaster. An earthquake? A tornado in my room?

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Apparently there was some kind of leak upstairs that eventually rotted the ceiling. There were chunks of dripping insulation that had fallen on the very bed that I sleep on.

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Totally gross: earlier in the morning I had laid out all my clothes I was getting ready to pack all over my bed. So now all my clean fresh clothes were covered in that nasty fluffy pink stuff along with white plastery ceiling.

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Housekeeping came by, along with the property manager, and they quickly cleared out the room and threw all my clothes in the laundry. Scott and I started disassembling our bikes in the living room when I realized that they had taken my BlueSeventy wetsuit and speedsuit… I ran across the street just in time–the laundry girls were debating in Tagalog whether to throw my wetsuit in the washing machine, and I barely rescued the speedsuit from the fate of the rinse cycle.

So who’s to say nothing exciting ever happens at training camp? Being a typical superstitious Chinese person (“zhong-guo-ren!”), I’m taking it as a lucky omen for the race, because I was very lucky I wasn’t asleep in my bed or even packing for the race in my room. Procrastination always pays off! I think if I had a chunk of ceiling fall on my head, or heaven forbid, on my precious LEGS, that may have put me in bad shape for the race. But I am a lucky girl, with good luck red hair now.

Here are some photos from the morning after…as the ceiling continued to peel away and fall onto my former bed.

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***this blog was written while sitting in the emergency exit row between Donna and Tereza on the flight from Singapore to Haikou. next stop, China!***

update: we’re now in China, settled into our rooms here at the Crown Spa Resort. Khan the Warrior Horse has been re-assembled and the hotel girls are kind of excited that I have my little Chinese flag stickers on the seatpost. More photos and blogs to come soon, stay tuned!

China here we come…

Friday, April 10th, 2009

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most of the preparation for Ironman China is over and done with and now in my body. I’m pretty stoked for this race, it’s the most I’ve ever trained for this distance, both physically and mentally. Coach and I both know I am about to have the best race of my life.

Singapore was more of a test race for me, and I had done the marathon around the track just 5 days before…I was in denial about it affecting my race then, but now that I stop and think about it, huh! maybe I still had a marathon in my legs?! Well, since then we’ve done another marathon and I improved by another 5 minutes and unofficially “qualified for Boston” with it. 3:39:57. that’s kind of hilarious actually. Despite wanting to throw in the towel with 7k to go… yes, I walked 200m and stopped to talk to Coach because somehow I thought it would feel “easier” than the first time…HA! He made me finish and said “you’ll thank me later.” Thank you, Coach!

On the mental side, I believe in myself now more than ever. I belong here, and I will get there.

Tuesday we leave for Singapore, Wednesday we land in China.

It’s been a long journey to get here, and it’s only just the beginning.