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Archive for May, 2010

coming soon…the Vegas blog!

Sunday, May 30th, 2010
what happens in Vegas...may get blogged about.

what happens in Vegas...may get blogged about.

No kids, I have not forgotten. I realize it’s been a while but I’m just starting to shake off that 3-week-long hangover, and you’d be surprised at how time-consuming it is to get a marriage annulled. Just kidding…maybe. ;)

And I couldn’t figure out where the incriminating pictures from that weekend went. Until I remembered they were viewed once and then deleted. There are some “safe to post” photos on my cell phone camera so I will get those up on the next blog along with some shenanigans me and Scottie got into in Sin City!

Also in a blog coming soon–my exciting new summer plans which do not include Switzerland. In the meantime I have to prep for my first track marathon at home tomorrow morning. Just another day in the life of a triathlon superstar!

the Wongstar vs. St. George

Friday, May 14th, 2010

The water was cold.  My race report could end right there, but then why did it take me so long to post it…  How about “the water was cold and I made the fatal mistake of getting in too late” ?  Hmm, ok I suppose I owe you more… :)

I used to like cold water. This one time, when I lived in Atlanta, I won a New Year’s Day polar bear swim. The water was 45*F and of course we didn’t wear wetsuits. I stayed in the longest. I used to prefer swimming in colder water. Then again, I also used to have at least 15 more pounds of fat on me and thus a thicker layer of insulation.  And didn’t train for 2.5 months in Thailand where the swimming pool temperature regular exceeded the air temperature, the air being 95*F or hotter. I should’ve known something was amiss when I went home and the pool I usually considered uncomfortable warm (at 84*F) felt chilly.

I tried to load up on ice cream and get some insulation back during race week, but it was too late. What was also too late was how late I finally got into the water at Sand Hollow Reservoir on race morning. I made some rookie mistakes, waiting too long in the porta-potty lines before finally asking if I could please cut in front–I am a very important pro person and have to be in the water REALLY SOON!! Then running all the way to the other side of transition to drop off the “morning clothes” bag instead of just handing it to a nice volunteer by the swim start. Well, I am still a rookie pro and learning these little tricks now.

I finally got in rather hesitantly, swam over to the start buoys for a 2-minute warm-up and then the cannon went off. Getting in too late was probably the dumbest thing I did all day, because as soon as I started swimming as hard as I could, I found myself hyperventilating like crazy in the 55*F water. I had to calm myself down as I watched the slow 1:07 pack of pro women I should’ve been able to swim with get away. I couldn’t really feel my feet and hands, but I kept going at it and just tried to get through the 2.4 miles solo. It didn’t help that I had Coach’s voice in my head “If I can’t teach you to swim, then you’re going to have to retire.”

my 2nd favorite part of the whole race, finishing the swim

my 2nd favorite part of the whole race, finishing the swim

As usual I was very happy to get out and realized that from my frozen calves down it was hard to stand and run. A 1:17 swim, not fantastic at all. The hardest part about swimming so slow isn’t the time deficit from the leaders, but to mentally shake it off and not let it affect the next 9+ hours of your day… Easier said than done. It took me over 8 minutes in transition and then some time on my bike, maybe the entire bike to shake it off. I wish I could tell you I was taking a hot shower and drinking hot chocolate while I was in the transition tent because you can sure do a lot in 8 minutes, like run a mile. Heck, run a beer mile. I remember sneezing no less than 4 times and changing into some dry clothes, getting on arm warmers and a vest and socks, and wondering why my fingers weren’t working even though I had 2 volunteers helping me get dressed.

Then again those 8 agonizing minutes I was fighting for a reason to keep going. My brain and body felt frozen; an icicle had pierced my spirit and motivation. You swim a 1:17 and there’s a good chance you won’t finish within 8% of the winner…you know, that prize money cut-off.  I was wondering the same thing the online cynics would soon say…”why is she even a pro?”  But Coach said from the beginning not to think about prize money until you can get your swim under an hour. And anything can happen. HTFU and get on your bike!

ok, ok, Im going...!

ok, ok, I'm going...!

The bike was a hilly course, not mountainous like Embrunman, but I was well aware it might take me up to 6 hours to ride the course. (The EmbrunMan bike course was at least 5 miles longer and took me almost 7.5 hours.) I had a little mechanical trouble with my cassette skipping a bit when I was in the small chainring, so I ended up bike monstering, i.e. climbing more in the big gear, than I intended to.

wardrobe changes, like Britney Spears in concert

warming up on the bike

The new Token race wheels were pretty slick though and I really flew down the hills. The nice thing about a hilly race is that half of it is downhill, right? I had some fellow competitors I biked by on the downhills ask after the race how I went down so fast…wasn’t I scared?

Thanks Token!  Love the race wheels :D

Thanks Token! Love the race wheels :D

Well, not on straight downhills (technical twisty roads are a different story), and I just don’t look at my bike computer at how fast I’m going. Better not to know ;) I also think it is key to be really comfortable on your bike–me and White Tiger, my Cervelo P3, are like two peas in a pod. Or a pea in a pod. Or something like that.

wardrobe change!

wardrobe change!

Not really much else I have to say about the bike…it was tough…it was slow…for the first time in over two years, I didn’t quite break 6 hours (6:02). I actually thought I was biking terribly until I saw the bike splits for the other women out there. So I go into transition #2 thinking I had an awful swim AND a crappy bike…

White Tiger hanging out after 6 hours of hard work!

White Tiger hanging out after 6 hours of hard work!

As far as I knew, I had only passed one pro woman during the bike. There were 19 on the start list, so I figured I was 18th at the worst, maybe 15th if a few hadn’t shown up.  UGH.

But when all else fails, it’s still a triathlon with one event left to go–the marathon. I’d been running really well at training camp and I do love me a good hilly run course. As Coach always says, “Ironman is not about fast, Ironman is about STRONG.” I’ve got strong legs (which will someday become BIKE MONSTER LEGS) and can hammer downhills like no tomorrow; uphills I don’t seem to notice as much as others. The run course at St. George was the hilliest marathon I’d ever done–straight up or down the whole way, nothing flat at all.

running alone before the masses join in during lap #2

running alone before the masses join in during lap #2

When I put on my running shoes, I was able to finally clear my head of the previous two events and started focusing on running a great marathon. Somewhere inside me I still held onto the hope that I could run down some girls. The first four miles I was counting the pro women coming the opposite way (the course is two loops out-and-back) but got discouraged when I realized that 6th and 7th (Kate and Miranda) were at least 5 miles in front of me. After I counted 11 pro women that were still in front of me, I stopped counting. Top ten was probably out of reach and I didn’t want to get further discouraged.

So I stopped thinking about what place I was in and just focused on myself. I liked how the course was laid out, and the fact that I got to see my sister, Dave, homestay Jenifer and her family at the mile 4 aid station right about halfway on the course. So every 3 to 4 miles I always had something to look forward to: the beginning of the course (start, finish, and halfway point), the middle of the course (my favorite aid station and favorite cheerleaders), and the end of the course (the turnaround).

walk this way!

walk this way!

My sister was handing out sponges, which I found really funny because it wasn’t hot at all. I only ever took a sponge from her, because I felt obligated to. :) I was very happy with how I ran this marathon; I really pushed myself the entire way and made myself hurt more than I ever have. Scottie told me he was laughing at me during the race because for once I was not very smiley and he was.

not such a smiley Wongstar

not such a smiley Wongstar

The course was no joke, but half of it was downhill. Including the last 3 miles going into the finish, which I ticked off at sub-7 pace. I was even running with pro guy #8 on my first lap (he was on his 2nd lap, obviously).

My new favorite Camelbak!

My new favorite Camelbak!

When I got to the finish chute, I was ecstatic. I didn’t know what place I was in, but felt happy with my performance. I remember Cam Watt had told me last year, that the thing about having the run as the last event is that you can have a bad swim and bad bike, but if you run great, you feel you had a great race. But if you have a great swim and great bike, then run like crap, you feel like it was a bad race.

YAY!

YAY!

As usual, I didn’t know what place I got until I was on the phone with Mom & Dad, who were tracking me online. Somehow I ended up in 8th place for the pro division…so somewhere along the way I passed other pro women without noticing. 8th pro is my best finish on a race on home soil, so I’m very proud of that despite the slow finishing time.

As for why this race report has taken so long, I guess I’ve done a lot of thinking and re-evaluating about how this race went for me. At first I thought I did terrible, then I wasn’t sure, then I was confused, but in the end I am happy with it. Not satisfied, but happy with it, because it is progress and I have learned from it and grown stronger from it.

In this race, I found myself getting a little cocky. I got a bit irritated with myself because there were age group women racing right next to me. I had a 15-minute head start and couldn’t help thinking “I’m a PRO! There should not be age groupers around me! What is wrong with me?!”

In times like these, I need to remind myself of the great wise words of Mufasa, “Remember who you are.” I was never one of the top age groupers in any Ironman I’d ever done prior to “going pro.” It’s almost like I skipped a step. Only about 12 months ago did I bust my butt to barely qualify for my pro license, going 4:51 at the Florida 70.3 and finishing as 2nd amateur. I was not very fast at all before getting on teamTBB. Sure I’d won my age group as small races here and there, but I’d never qualified for Kona, and I was never an athlete that people would talk about and think “Oh yeah, you’re so fast you should definitely go pro.”

I’ve never been “All-American” in the USA Triathlon Rankings (I think it’s the top 5% of the age group each year). I would have probably gotten it last year if I did one more race as an amateur, but I was tired of paying for entry fees and the goal was never to become a great age grouper.

So I took the pro license and crossed that imaginary line to see if I would have what it takes to make it as a professional triathlete, knowing that it will take years to improve and become a champion, not weeks or months. Yes, I realize that 3 age group women finished in front of me, time-wise. Of course there is the argument that it is a different race, and they didn’t have to swim all by themselves, but even without that, I have come to realize…this is a step of my athletic career that I have to go through. Like I said, I have never been one of the fastest age groupers, and you don’t just skip from becoming a mediocre age grouper to suddenly getting podiums in the pro field. Coach has always talked about how it is like building a house. You start from the foundation and build one floor at a time. You can’t skip a floor or the whole house comes crashing down.

A year ago I was running 3:55 marathons off the bike and it was absolutely spectacular for me. In Malaysia this February I ran a 3:37 in extremely hot and humid conditions, and then a 3:34 on the super hilly St. George course. In the last year I would have qualified for Kona 5 times over if I hadn’t relinquished my amateur status. I still have non-triathlete friends from college and grad school who knew me when all I wanted to do was qualify for Kona, and they have asked “Well why can’t you just go back to an age grouper and get your Hawaii slot?”

Because I don’t want to go back to being an age grouper.  I have no regrets going this route and despite how tough it is, I am having the best time of my life chasing this dream. I will take my chances here in the pro ranks, going up against the big girls, fighting my way to the top, slowly…but surely. I might be swimming terribly now, and getting beat by a couple amateurs here and there, and not making the prize money cut-offs, but day by day, race by race, I continue to improve.

Ironman St. George was another step up the ladder, and so, I am happy with it.

How to become an international triathlon superstar, step #9: Remember who you are, and remember where you came from. Stay grounded on the path to superstardom.

another superstar essential: cheesy grin

another superstar essential: cheesy grin

(Yes, I really did just quote the Lion King.)

Thank you to all my sponsors for helping me to pursue my dream, especially while I am not yet fast enough to be making any prize money this year: teamTBB and the Bike Boutique, Cervelo, AVIA, Mark Cathcart and Haamonii Smooth Shochu.

Thanks to our gear suppliers: BlueSeventy wetsuits, Token Wheels, ISM Saddles, Louis Garneau & 3T.  Special thanks to Camelbak as well for sending me a new one just in time for the race!

Thank you to my family, especially Mom and Dad Wongstar for their support at home when I’m not at training camp, and my sister (the WongSiSTAR!!) for coming to see me race Ironman for the first time!

And a really huge thanks to my homestay, Jenifer Harris in St. George!! Thank you for EVERYTHING and incorporating me as part of the family for an entire week. It was my first time staying at a homestay and you truly made me feel like…I was at home. Guess that’s why they call it a homestay. ;)

best homestay ever!

best homestay ever!

the true #1 Wongstar fans…

Tuesday, May 4th, 2010
introducing the WongSiSTAR

introducing the WongSiSTAR

Ironman St. George was a very special experience for me as it was my 14th Ironman and my second one as a pro racing on home soil, but most importantly of all, the first time my older sister Natalie had ever come to watch me race.

She is the one that encouraged me to start an official fan club.

She is the one that encouraged me to start an official fan club.

She had seen me do a couple half ironmans before (or I guess they call them “70.3″‘s now) but we all know that Ironman is completely different. It’s a long day out there for both racers and spectators! :)

the cowboys head to Utah

the cowboys head to Utah

She drove from L.A. to Las Vegas, where she picked up her good friend Dave. They would drive to St. George on race morning and both of them would be volunteering at Jenifer’s run aid station at mile 4.

remember these guys at mile 4?

remember these guys at mile 4?

Now a number of guys have thrown themselves at me proclaiming to be my #1 fan, but until any of them show up at one of my Ironman races just to cheer me on and do as well of a job as Nat and Dave, it’s my sister who is holding on to the #1 spot!

all you need is love!

all you need is love!

Aid station #4 had a country western theme and my sister loves a good theme party. Apparently a lot of the Ironman racers appreciated her outfit too.

We later find out that our very own Scottie had been hitting on my sister DURING the race and commenting on how much he liked her cowboy boots…without realizing that she was none other than the “WongSiSTAR”!!

Brigham Young?  also a fan.

Brigham Young? also a fan.

Anyone that followed my Twitter account during the race probably enjoyed her hilarious tweets. One of my followers dubbed her the “WongSiSTAR”.

with my favorite fans post-race

with my favorite fans post-race

Well the good news is that she is indeed hot and single, and also writes a great blog. Looking good, being funny, and writing well runs in the family. You can find her blog at Stuff Single Girls Like, which is kind of a spin-off on the blog Stuff White People Like.

posing with signs in between swallows of post-race pizza

posing with signs in between swallows of post-race pizza

I love myself, too!

I love myself, too!

Right now I’m hanging out in Vegas with Scottie and his sister Heather to enjoy life for a few days post-race. My race report is in process…I am pretty happy with how I did, 8th pro is my best finish on U.S. soil and it was a very tough, slow course. After the bike, I didn’t even think I could crack top 10 and don’t remember passing anyone, but apparently I did.

on the phone with Mom to check my results.  had no idea I got top 10!

on the phone with Mom to check my results. had no idea I got top 10!

Seeing Nat and Dave at about the mid-way point on each run loop (four times) really boosted my spirits, so special thanks and much love to the both of you! :D

HTFU Wongstar!!  its like Coach on a sign!

"HTFU Wongstar!!" it's like Coach on a sign!

one more pre-race blog from Utah

Saturday, May 1st, 2010
who will you cheer for tomorrow?  #57 of course!

who will you cheer for tomorrow? #57 of course!

The St. George adventures of the Wongstar and White Tiger continue today, our last day before the race. Scottie and I got in our last swim at the Sand Hollow Aquatic Center, a really awesome public pool only a 20-minute bike from my homestay (30mins from Scottie’s). We decided that swimming in 81*F (27*C) was much nicer than swimming in 54*F (12*C), which is the temperature of Sand Hollow Reservoir (20 miles out of town), where the swim will take place tomorrow morning.

White Tiger and Black Betty hanging out at the pool

White Tiger and Black Betty hanging out at the pool

Then it was off to tiger check-in. Bike check-in, whatever. It was super blustery down by the start; they call it Hurricane Valley because there is no shelter from the wind.

another gorgeous day in St. Georgeous

another gorgeous day in St. Georgeous

You have to admit that White Tiger looks extra handsome with his new Token race wheels! Rawr!

vroom vroom says the tiger

vroom vroom says the tiger

It was windy enough that the water had some waves and current. I’m gonna expect the worst for tomorrow, and if it happens to be flat as glass like it was Tuesday morning, then bonus ;)

the swim course is behind me and Scottie

the swim course is behind me and Scottie

We dropped our run gear bags downtown by the finish line. It’s a two-transition race. I really like when the course is lined with ads from my favorite sponsors…

best bikes in the world!

best bikes in the world!

Then I got back to the homestay and special delivery for the Wongstar! Oh boy…the most Haamonii Smooth Shochu I’ve ever had for a race. Excellent motivation to really kill it tomorrow. Let’s hope this is enough to roll into our post-race trip to Vegas too! If we run out before then, it’ll be because I won the whole damn race! :D

shochu!  as Maki would say... maji yabai!! ^_^

shochu! as Maki would say... "maji yabai!!" ^_^

So apparently I was the only pro woman that Welchie got ahold of to interview for ironman.com’s St. George preview. Or maybe I had the only entertaining thing to say, like somehow letting it slip what my relationship status is ;)

You can watch the video on YouTube below, I’m all the way at 16mins, 10sec if you want to fast forward. HEEHEE

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That’s it for now.  You know the usual…you can track me online at www.ironman.com, our start time tomorrow is 6:50am Utah time, which is 5:50am California time for my family back home. My big sister is coming to watch me do an Ironman for the first time ever (!!!) which we are both really excited about. She will try to put up some Twitter updates on my Twitter @theWongstar but probably just during the marathon.

I 3 my sister too :D

I <3 my sister too :D

She sent this image to my phone while I was sleeping last night. Oh boy! My sister is the one that got me into running when we were younger. I hated running but wanted to be just like her, since she was my childhood hero. Looking forward to making everyone proud tomorrow!! :)