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5 things to do in “Wongsconsin”

Friday, September 10th, 2010

see how it says "Wongsconsin"?? so cute!!

I was greeted in Madison (well actually Verona, my homestay is right on the bike course) with chalk greetings on the driveway and sidewalk. The neighbor kids across the street are apparently very excited that the Wongstar is racing here!

"sponcerd by Ford" well, the race is; I prefer Cervelo.

Said neighbor kids’ mom was also excited but mispelled the Wongstar.

that's ok, it's the thought that counts!!

Gail and Rick are my homestay family for this race and they’ve been following my blog, so Gail wanted to know if I had a list of things to do here like I had for Kentucky. I decided to keep it simple in the land of the cows.

1. eat cheese

2. drink beer

3. moo at the cows

4. try frozen custard

5. oh yeah, do an Ironman!

Gosh, why do my lists always seem to revolve around food? :D I could totally have my own TV show like how the Travel Channel had “Taste of America with Mark DeCarlo.”  One of these days I’ll put my Flip camera to good use…

Ok, now this list isn’t quite as easy as it seems, as I don’t particularly like the taste of cheese, other than on pizza or in Cheez-Its, cheddar Goldfish, and Cheesy Poofs (which I’m told doesn’t really count). Honestly I think bleu cheese tastes like vomit. I’ve said this before and someone actually asked “how do you know what vomit tastes like?” Seriously?! This person has obviously never thrown up.

As for beer, we all know I am partial to Haamonii Smooth Shochu over beer, and not just because they sponsor me, haha. ;) I do have a dog named Guinness so…

And frozen custard, oh boy oh boy, I am absolutely intrigued and excited about the concept. It’s supposedly a Midwest thing, and by definition has to have at least 10% milkfat and 1.4% egg yolk solids. If it has less egg yolks it’s technically just… ice cream. SWEET. Everyone knows the best part of the egg is the egg yolk. The Wongstar is definitely not one of those sissy girls who only eats egg whites. Oops, I’m sure I just offended a lot of girls. :) Oh well! I can only censor myself so much, ya know. I’m sure I offended bleu cheese lovers too. Deal with it! :)

Hello, Wisconsin!!!

Thursday, September 9th, 2010

That’s what they always say at the end of the credits on That 70′s Show. “Hello, Wisconsin!!!”

Hello Kitty bike box & Stripey Suitcase, meet the Badger Bus

As I blog this, I am actually sitting inside the Badger Bus going from Milwaukee airport to Madison. There is FREE WIFI on the Badger Bus. How cool is that? Philly airport made you pay and so did the Milwaukee airport. Lame! One should not have to pay for wireless internet. So this 80-mile bus trip only costs $22 and is in a plush air-conditioned charter bus. With free wifi! Best deal ever! :D

Ok I’m gonna have to shut down my laptop before I get carsick. Or bus-sick, whatever. :( I know, what’s the point of free wifi on the bus if you get motion sickness? At least I got the daily blog in before I meet my new homestay!

True Love in Trolley Square

Wednesday, September 8th, 2010

I fell in love today.

I was strolling through the coolest neighborhood in town here, where I’ve been lucky enough to be hosted for the past several weeks (by both the Bike Haus and now across the street at Mags’, another local cyclist). On a whim, I stopped by a leasing office and inquired what was available. (This is ***FORESHADOWING***. Don’t you love it when I point that out? Scottie always called me Captain Obvious. Some rather large changes are happening in the life of the Asian Triathlon Superstar in the coming weeks, so stay tuned. It’s all very exciting as usual.)

All that was available and within my paltry pro triathlete budget was a studio that is 310 square feet. I don’t really have a great concept of square footage, but when I saw it, I fell in love! And it was ginormous!

You see after living out of my suitcase in generous people’s guest bedrooms this summer and in small hotel rooms in various foreign countries before that, all I could think was “gosh, it would be so nice to have a place of my own!” At the first Philippines camp, we had largish hotel rooms, but no kitchen (I cooked in the bathroom, remember?). Switzerland last summer, I shared a space with both the Bean and LC, where we threw two mattresses in the living room and stuck LC in the hobbit hole. In Korea I could touch the stove while lying in bed and open the refrigerator while taking a crap. And of course there were the fabulous petite lil F1 Hotel rooms as immortalized by video tribute in Amy’s blog.

So yes, 310 square feet that includes my very own kitchen is a DREAM! I really don’t have much. I like to live a minimalistic lifestyle, and who couldn’t after packing all the essentials into a rolly suitcase and Hello Kitty bike box?

I did figure that the floor plan needed some modifying. The apartment manager said that previous tenants have fit a twin bed in the “walk-in closet”. Hmm, I think even a full-size one can be squeezed in, but maybe having a twin will reinforce “good behavior.” ;) So yes, White Tiger can have the bigger room, and I am thinking of resurrecting Khan the (Dead) Warrior Horse as Khan the Kourier Horse–a single-speed commuter bike.

So yeah, stay tuned. The next time you hear about this place I may very well be saying “Hey this is Wongstar, welcome to my crib!” :D

Survivor Louisville: race report

Tuesday, September 7th, 2010

Race morning was so warm that I did not need a jacket or pants as soon as I stepped outside. I didn’t even need my sweet new long-sleeve T-shirt that said “Gettin’ Lucky in Kentucky” courtesy of homestay Kellie! Just my race kit on and ready to go.

The swim in Louisville is a very unique time trial start for the age groupers and the only race on the circuit where you have more than 2 hours and 20 minutes for the swim cut-off. I think they get to go off every 5 seconds and it takes about 40 minutes to get everyone in the water. The swim cut-off begins after the last swimmer gets in the water so if you are a really bad swimmer and are the first swimmer in line, you actually get 3 whole hours to swim the 2.4 miles! In years past I believe they didn’t start the total race clock until after the last swimmer got in as well, so you would have up to 17 hours and 40 minutes to do the whole Ironman, however this year you only had until midnight to finish.

This time-trial start concept for the age groupers has actually caused a “race before the race” for the best spot in the line for the swim start. Some athletes have friends and family members actually camp out in the wee early morning (as early as 1 or 2am???) as if they were lining up for a movie premiere. Luckily as a pro athlete I don’t have to worry about this as we all get to go off at the same time, 6:50am and no waiting in lines. This made a really smooth race morning set-up, as transition was already nearly empty when I got there at 5:30am, most age groupers were already scrambling to line up for the swim start, so really short lines for the porta potties!

As in years past, the water was too warm for a wetsuit, so I got to wear my blueseventy Pointzero3+, which is the last time we’ll get to use these before the new WTC rules take effect. I swam hard when the gun went off but was only able to stick with the next slowest hot pink cap for less than a minute. Then I was in no-man’s land for pretty much the entire swim. You get to head out and around Towhead Island going upstream (but really they said there was hardly a current), then hit the turnaround, at maybe about 1/3 of the 2.4 miles, and then go downstream the rest of the way.

I like to count my strokes by 2′s to get into a rhythm and when I hit the turnaround my watch said 27 minutes. So “1-2, 1-2, 1-2″ became “oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t” as I pushed myself to go faster. If that’s really a third of the swim then that’s gonna be an 81-minute swim. NOT GOOD. I bumped up the effort level…like Coach says, when you think you are going hard, think again. You can always go harder.

Current or not, I definitely swam the next two-thirds faster, and by the time I hit the end of the island the age groupers had started catching up to me, one by one. I decided to hit the accelerate button even more, and flipped the switch to “approach vomit level.” Coach always said I should never save anything for the bike and run. So now instead of “oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t” I was thinking “vo-mit, vo-mit, vo-mit!” It seemed to work well as some of the swimmers who had started at least 10 minutes behind me seemed to have trouble passing me, and I was even able to get on some feet here and there, albeit briefly. I got out of the water and the clock said 1:02, really 1:12 with the pro head-start, and my best non-wetsuit swim all year! Still nothing to write home about, but not a bad way to start the day, I can only be 20 minutes down on the leader at most…

don't trip, potato chip!

On the bike I went somewhat conservative for the first hour then really punched it.  This was something new that I tried.  I figured, there is no use biking conservative and saving your energy for the run if you aren’t even within spitting distance of any other pros when you hit T2.  You might have more energy to run, but you have to weigh that against being completely demoralized finding that the next pro is 3 miles ahead of you!  Also it would be very hot when we all got to the run, so I figured I would give it a little extra during the bike when the temps were a bit cooler.  I had nothing to lose. Racing so much gives me a chance to test my limits, and I wanted to see how fast I could go on the bike and how it may affect my run.
So I biked almost like I didn’t have to run afterwards.  The course was fairly empty during my first loop, very clean…  The course is a rolling hills kind of course with an occasional short steep hill, so I was able to get into a good rhythm, using my momentum to launch myself up the hills, which always seemed to be preceded by a downhill.

bike til you hurl

Inspired by how hard I was able to swim, I decided to apply the same logic to my bike.  I tested out my new powermeter.  The name of my powermeter is the Panda Puke-O-Meter, as inspired by my bike nutrition of choice–Hello Pandas!  You bike so hard that you approach vomit level, but it’s a fine balance, because you don’t want to actually puke up your Pandas, otherwise you go into calorie deficit and bonk.

This worked out well, and on the second lap of the bike was when I started overtaking age groupers on their first loop.  The Panda Puke-O-Meter was so effective that at times I was breathing rather audibly. If I was a professional tennis player I would be the girl that always grunts every time she whacks a tennis ball.  But since I am a professional triathlete, I just grunt every time I breathe, which is more often.  At about the halfway point, I put a packet of Starbucks VIA iced coffee into my aero drink bottle and mixed it with water I grabbed at an aid station (you blow bubbles through your straw to mix it up!).  This is my rocket booster for the bike leg! :)

the Panda Puke-O-Meter Powermeter

I put myself in the hurt box quite a bit and was able to catch at least two pro women.  Towards the end of the bike, the bike juice in my legs was running low, even though I was drinking a full bottle of the fake Gatorade (what is it, “Ironman Powerbar” drink) at every aid station, which would be at least 6 liters of fluid + electrolytes, it seemed that the near vomit-level bike effort and rising temperatures were taking a toll on the legs.  The last 10 miles felt like they took forever; you don’t quite see that you have reached downtown until you are right there.  I wasn’t able to keep my Panda Puke-O-Meter pace and my hamstrings felt like they were on the verge of cramping up toward the end.  Truth be told, I wasn’t sure I would be able to run off the bike at all! :(

As I stumbled off my bike and handed it to the volunteer in T2, I could see there were other pro women just leaving transition or not too far ahead on the run. Striking distance! I put on my first Camelbak filled with pre-frozen Nuun-enhanced Starbucks Mocha Frappuccino. Kellie has a DEEP FREEZER in her garage for such purposes, and by the time I headed out on the marathon, it was the perfect temp (the drink mix, maybe not so much the weather ;) )–melted but definitely still icy cold!

heading out, feeling good!

My legs were a little shaky to start with but I could tell it was going to be a scorcher, so I headed out at a conservative pace that I knew I could hold for a hot marathon–8:20′s.  I was happy to find that my run legs did in fact still work after biking like a maniac and felt it really wasn’t that hot.  It was overcast during my first lap of the run and I kept sipping on my ice cold Starbucks, holding steady on the 8:20 pace and catching 4 or 5 pro women.  It was really cool seeing Bek in the lead, she was way far ahead, and I was able to count the other pro women ahead of me by the bike escorts.  The 5th bike escort was a bit ahead, and then there was no one…actually, then there was…me.  I had run up to 6th place.  Whoa!

I was able to maintain the same pace throughout the first 13 miles, then switched out my Camelbaks at special needs.  I had actually run out of my Frappuccino rocket fuel by mile 10, which never happens.  I had filled up the entire 2 liters too!  Usually I just fill it up to 1.5 liters and don’t even finish it by 13 miles.  For the normal weather races anyway.  So that’s ***FORESHADOWING***.  Only I didn’t even realize it was foreshadowing.

And so inevitably, thanks to the heat, accumulated fatigue in my legs, and mental strain, my pace soon deteriorated to 9-minute miles, then 9:45 after 9:45 after 9:45 during the next 10 miles.

What I also didn’t realize was that the 5th place bike escort was with an amateur triathlete and that I was actually 5th pro for most of the marathon.  I’m not sure if knowing this would have changed anything, because when Kelzie (the last pro I had passed much earlier in the run) blew by me with about four miles to go, I was shattered.  I had been entertaining foggy-headed thoughts of a nice cold shower somewhere, maybe even walking.  Walking sounded so good.  Then Kelzie blew by and I needed to regroup, stat.

this isn't so fun any more!

I did the unthinkable.  I stopped.  It was at an aid station and hot damn, I was desperate.  I knew if I kept falling apart, all the girls behind me who were doing the Survivor death march faster than I was would also catch me.  So I threw some cold water on myself.  It felt good, so I threw another cup over.  Then another.  Then another.  I couldn’t stop.  The volunteers asked if I was ok. I think I had the crazy eyes.  Then I tossed back a cup of Coke.  It tasted good, so I had another.  And another.  And another.  I couldn’t stop, and I definitely had the crazy eyes.  I must have showered myself with at least 10 cups of water and guzzled down 5 or 6 Cokes.  It was my way of slapping myself in the face; I shook myself off and told the volunteers, “ok, I think I can go again.”

I trotted off, and really there was only 4 miles to go.  It was amazing that by that point of the race, I had taken in over 6 liters of fluid on the bike and over 4 liters on the run, and was still very dehydrated.  I soon felt the effects of the Coke, or as my old friend Bean would say, the “Red Ambulance”: not only could I start running again but was really able to pick it up.  I mean, really dig deep into the darkness and PICK IT UP.

It was then that I saw deep inside of me something I had only caught a glimpse of during my near-puke-level episodes during the bike ride: the scariest little baby monster deep within me.  It was mean and it was grotesque, and it fed on pain.  Lots of horrible, nasty, dark and twisty pain.

mwahaha! Pain, give me pain!!!

Oh yes.  Insert ugly baby joke here.  Oh here, how about this one:

Well, I never knew I was capable of having such an ugly vicious little pain monster inside of me. But there he was. Rearing his ugly baby head and demanding “FEED ME!” So I did. I hurt the most I ever did in the last 3 miles of an Ironman and pulled myself back into a grunting mess, somehow finding the sheer will to make my legs churn out 8-minute miles once again. It must have been rather entertaining to the spectators and the age groupers as I ran by making some awful noises, but that’s The Wongstar, she’s an entertainer, she is.

the smile is now a grimace

I killed myself to go as hard as I could, and for what? I’m not sure. It wasn’t for the prize money as only top 5 paid out and there was no way I was within 8% of Rebekah’s time. It wasn’t even for a top 5 finish because I didn’t realize I was now in 6th place and not 7th. I guess I just knew that if I went as hard as I could, as fast as I could, and left everything out there on the course, then I would be happy with my race. Because if you give it everything you have, and fall short, then there is nothing else you could have done more.

they no longer hold the finish banner for everyone. I'll hafta win for that one!

I crossed the line completely exhausted and dehydrated and was of course promptly wheeled off for a chicken broth IV. I was surprised to learn that I ended up 6th in the pro division and really am happy with that, as I gave it everything I had. Obviously we all would have liked to go faster, but I did what I could for the conditions the day gave us. I’m proud of myself for finding that second wind so late in the race, and meeting the ugly baby pain monster within me. Every race is a learning experience, and I learned I could really push my limits, dig deeper, and then push them even further than I thought possible. It was quite honestly the best training session for Ironman Wisconsin I could’ve asked for! So less than a week and I get to do it all over again. This time I am ready to call on that nasty little bugger.


As usual, big thanks to all my sponsors and supporters for allowing me to live the dream.


How to recover from Ironman like a superstar

Sunday, September 5th, 2010

How to Become An International Triathlon Superstar, Step #17: Take your recovery seriously.

It’s been almost a week since Ironman Louisville and in another week I’ve got Ironman Wisconsin. Many have asked how I recover so fast from an Ironman, so I shall indulge you in some of my superstar secrets, what I do and what I don’t do.

Don’t stop moving. I like to get in a short easy spin the day after the race before I pack up White Tiger into his bike box. I get straight back into the pool right away as well, and can resume full-on swim training almost immediately, as there is no rest for the wicked bad swimmers. By the Wednesday after a Sunday race I can usually do an easy super-slow 20-30min run. I might feel tired, but not too sore or tight as long as I’ve kept moving. It’s when you don’t do anything at all for a few days…or week(s) that you stiffen up, which makes Ironman recovery even harder!

swimming at the cool quarry pool, Lakeside Swim Club in L'ville

As much as I enjoy perpetuating the myth that I can eat all kinds of crap food and ice cream every day, unfortunately I am not one of those naturally skinny garbage truck girls that can eat whatever they want and not get fat. I will happily eat the finish line pizza and have KFC (but only in Kentucky), but as my body is a finely-tuned specimen, it will start to feel like garbage if I feed it garbage.

iron, it's what's in EPO. Ok, not quite.

I was tickled and very proud that the Kentucky Beef Council was declared “official protein” of Ironman Louisville. I am a big believer in incorporating red meat into your diet and love steak and liver. I was once diagnosed as borderline anemic and my doctor had me take iron pills for a few months to boost my iron levels. I don’t really like taking pills and it made my poop a funny color, so now I just make sure I eat red meat regularly. Great source of protein and iron, the good stuff that all endurance athletes need to race well and recover well. Four-legged creatures are our friends indeed. ;)

The all-natural way…SLEEP!!! Your body is tired and needs rest. Post-race is when your body is most susceptible to getting sick, and whenever I feel that telltale tickle in the back of my throat whether in training or right after a race, I know it’s a sign I need to sleep more. If you are like me, you have trouble sleeping in, so the best way to get more sleep is to go to bed earlier. Load up!

my dog Guinness. I enjoy snapping him napping.

Like I just mentioned in #2, I don’t like to take any pills and supplements and as a pro triathlete have to be careful with these kinds of things as one day I will be fast enough to get pee-tested. I do like taking Emergen-C, though, which comes in a fizzy powder drink mix and is full of vitamins and minerals and electrolytes.

I’m partial to the Acai Berry flavor. It’s extra fabulous and most effective when blended with ice, blueberries, and Haamonii Smooth Shochu (lemon flavor)! Post-race recovery beverages are the best. :D

Wongstar does recovery right!

I’ve been asked about ice baths and massages. Pretty much no and no. When I ran track my freshman year in college (and got the injury that turned me into a triathlete), my coach would make me sit in the ice bath whirlpool after practice every afternoon with the other gimps. You know what? My injury never healed that season, but it turned me on to bike racing and then triathlon. I don’t believe in ice baths. You want to keep the blood moving, not slow it down. The only ice you’ll see me embrace is pictured above in #4. ;)

As for massage, I get the post-race Ironman massage, because it’s free. I got massages in Thailand and the Philippines because they were $5 an hour or cheaper. I can’t afford a massage here in America and so I don’t get them. I do keep TP massage balls around though, as my low back tends to get tight from riding in the aero position all the time and all this blogging and writing I do on my laptop.

Hope that helps. Happy recovery and see you in Wisconsin next weekend!

the return to Ironman Moo.

Saturday, September 4th, 2010

The Wongstar is back in Wilmington for the week, staking her claim as the first triathlon superstar in the first state of Delaware!

Speaking of all things first, it’s unbelievable that it’s already September and the Superstar Summer Ironman Tour has just one last stop: Ironman Wisconsin. This is actually the only course I’ve done before of the four summer races; in fact it holds a very dear place in my heart as it was my very first! (And also my third.)  Now that I have done 17 of them, it seems like such a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.

I looked up my old results the other day to get an idea of what I’ve done there… it still amazes me how ordinary I used to be. I had just started my senior year in college when I was about to do my first one. Since it was in early September and the beginning of the semester, I remember being in one class where we had to introduce ourselves and say something interesting. I practically yelled, “Hello, my name is Jocelyn and I’m going to do an Ironman triathlon next week!” :D I was so excited; I went to a really small nerdy college and was actually the first student from there to ever do an Ironman!

my friend Rachel made me practice my finish line pose during training

total time 13:10:06, 14th in women’s 18-24
swam 1:32:37
biked 6:48:13
ran 4:31:40

I was only 20 years old when I did my first one and so technically wasn’t allowed to have adult beverages, but as all my triathlete friends were at least twice my age, I was never carded. But hey kids, the Wongstar is BY NO MEANS condoning underage drinking! I’m just saying if you hang out with 40- and 50-year-olds you probably won’t get carded… Please drink responsibly! :D

not quite pitch dark yet, but past sunset

total time 12:08:18, 3rd in women’s 18-24
swam 1:15:44
biked 6:21:08
ran 4:20:13

Even though I hit the age group podium in 2005, there was only one Kona slot which went to the winner, a little German girl by the name of Christine Waitz, who spanked me by an entire hour and absolutely deserved to go! I never would have imagined that one day we would both be pro triathletes and teammates on teamTBB. ;)

My claim to fame in 2005 was that I took first place in the collegiate division, and Ironman Wisconsin was the designated Ironman Collegiate Championships! I most definitely milked this for all it was worth (which really wasn’t much) and would answer the phone when my friends called, “Hello, this is the Ironman Collegiate Champion speaking!” :D

Yes, I have very fond memories of Ironman Wisconsin and am excited to go back for the first time in 5 years, and the first time as a professional. I don’t remember the bike course being that difficult, just very long (hahaha!!!), but I’m sure it’s very different when you are actually trying to GO REALLY FAST rather than simply finishing. ;)

I’ll be here in Wilmington until Wednesday, then it’s off to Wisconsin!

the medical tent loophole

Friday, September 3rd, 2010

You know who helps fund the dreams of a triathlon superstar? Homestays! Yeah! Another huge thanks to Kellie and the entire Jones family, including her “training spouse” Dee, who really took care of me in Louisville, helped me complete everything on my Kentucky list, and made the logistics of the whole event extremely non-stressful.

one of the coolest volunteer jobs: finish line catcher!

Kellie and Dee volunteered as finish line catchers and while another overzealous volunteer put the medal around my neck (despite me pointing frantically at my homestay mom), Kellie got the big (sweaty) hug and literally caught me before they sat my woozy self down in a wheelchair. I was wheeled off to medical, as I felt I could close my eyes and pass out (“Keep your eyes open!” they ordered), and dream happy dreams about winning races and giving victory speeches. I was quickly revived and brought back to reality with a gallon of chicken broth. No need to get an IV and I certainly didn’t need to get carted off to the ER. Or, uh, the psych ward. :)

check out my gnarly sock tanlines! SEXY!

And thus, I learned there is a loophole in the rule disallowing family members in the med tent! You see, Momma Wongstar has only come to my first 2 Ironmans, years and years ago, but I would always end up in the med tent with an IV (or two) and they don’t let family in. It would stress her out so much that I told her she didn’t have to come to any more of these silly Ironmans. But apparently if your mom is working as a finish line volunteer, she is allowed to go into the med tent with you. AHA!!  Brilliant!! Ok Mom, you are coming to the next one. ;) Not that I plan to end up in the med tent.

random L’ville pics

Thursday, September 2nd, 2010

While I work on the official race report, please enjoy these non-racing photos! :D

Race morning:

by now I am used to being followed by paparazzi

with the TBB ninjas before the swim start

who's a VIP? I am!!

support crew: Dee & Brian


coolest finish line ever! 4th Street Live.

Awards banquet:

only the top 5 pros get called up. Getting closer.

the champ with her big trophy and some Haamonii Smooth Shochu

The Derby dinner & party!

sweet hats! this is Dee's daughter Ellie

Brian makes Haamonii-mojitos

Kellie and I with fancy hats and fancy drinks!

it's not a derby party without derby pie

Laura, owner of the derby hats, stopped by too!

There were also bourbon balls. What are those?!

I think I like bourbon balls.

putting the “Kentucky” in KFC

Tuesday, August 31st, 2010

Many locals here in Kentucky have asked why I came here to do the race when there are other races all over the country, and even the rest of the world. Of course most of them don’t know it’s because I’ve been told to do EVERY Ironman in this country this year, but even so, here is the secret truth revealed…I came to Kentucky because this is where Kentucky Fried Chicken comes from. Didn’t we all?

the KFC at the 4th Street Live finish line area

Today in Louis-ville, the infamous Louis took me on a very special KFC trip. Neither of us had ever been to a KFC that was actually in the state of Kentucky.

what do you MEAN there's no Double Down here?!

We went to the KFC at the 4th Street Live finish area. Sadly, it was only a “KFC Express” which meant they didn’t have everything a full-service KFC has to offer. Namely there was no Double Down, and most definitely not the Skinwich.  We had to settle for a box of chicken wings.

the Colonel: the only person more famous than me here in Louisville.

On the bright side, Colonel Sanders came back from the dead when he heard a triathlon superstar of my caliber was coming into town, and we got some great photo ops with the genius behind the 11-ingredient “finger lickin’ good” secret recipe.

nom nom nom fried chicken!

gotta have KFC in Kentucky!

So…was it the best thing I ever ate? Does KFC in Kentucky taste better here than in other states???

while some are into that vegetarian stuff, the Wongstar is most definitely a carnivore.

Well I have two answers depending on who you are. If you are the Boss reading this, I didn’t actually eat the KFC; I just posed with the food for the photos. Awesome pictures, right! ;) If you are anybody else, holy crap that was awesome!  Like a party in my mouth and everyone’s invited! :D

And well…it does taste the same as in California and other states. (From what I recall, and I don’t actually remember the last time I had KFC.) Which isn’t a bad thing. At least now you know, and knowing’s half the battle. ;)

be careful what you wish for!

Monday, August 30th, 2010

We most definitely got the super hot day I had wanted. I killed myself on the swim, slaughtered myself on the bike, and reeled in 5 women on the run to get into the top 5 for a while…only I didn’t know this because the 5th place bike escort was with a fast age group woman. :(

Then I too succumbed to the heat and slipped down a spot with 4 miles to go. It was seriously like being on Survivor. My solid 8:20′s were slipping into 9′s then 10′s then 11′s and I was fantasizing about cold showers and walking…so I made a giant pit stop at an aid station, threw at least 10 cups of water over myself and threw down 5 or 6 Cokes. Somehow I came back to life and gutted out the rest of race to try and make back some time…absolutely left everything out there on the course. I was the crazy girl making obscene grunting noises because I was going so hard and refused to just give up and jog it in.  Quite honestly I could not have gone any faster. Effort-wise definitely one of my best (if not the best) and 6th pro is my best finish on home soil so super happy with my race. :) More details to come in the full-length race report…

Big thanks for all your support!