Rev 3 Cedar Point Race Report

Ok, so I'm a little late on my race report, but it's better late than never!  I was slightly skeptic about how Rev3 was going to turn out because I have been spoiled by the Ironman brand.  Turns out that Rev3 put on an event just as stellar as the Ironman brand.  There was a little less hype, but the fact that the half racers were allowed to "sleep in" and do their transition set up later than the full racers, which was AWESOME!

Getting to Cedar Point was the easy part, then signing in, getting the goodie bag, and turning in Felix (my bike) for the night was a little bit tougher. At M-dot events there is a clear line and set up that everyone follows so everything goes smoothly. For Rev 3 things went smoothly once you figured out where the starting point was, meh, still a nice race. I loved the fact that the Full Rev started an hour or so before the Half Rev but I didn't have to be up or anything. That was glorious!

Swim:

So my friend didn't tell me that the water was going to be FREEZING. I don't do well in cold water, but I survived. I was incredibly grateful that I was wearing a wetsuit because I could float and "swim" while my lungs adjusted to the cold. This was all peachy but then somehow the waves started coming from the left which made no sense. Turned out the wind had picked up something fierce and was causing quite a bit of chop. The race  coordinator actually changed the swim to the bay because the actual Lake was ridiculous and had a huge undertow.  I thought the swim was never going to end and I kept taking in water and feeling blarg. My arms were cold, shoulders weren't too bad, but I was over choking on Lake water.  I finally finished the swim and the wet suit strippers had me out of my suit in no time! I ran to transition and hurried onto Felix.

Bike:

Remember that wind I talked about? Yeah, we were originally told the wind would be a random 8 to 10 mph. Turned out it was a steady 15 mph with gusts up to 20+. Awesome. The bike was fairly uneventful but I felt good which was the important part. Red had been awesome and bought me a speedfill A2 water bottle for between my Aero bars and it worked like a charm. I was happy and hydrated and overall just felt fine. I was kind of over the whole wind nonsense, but I just kept saying "think small" and I tucked into Aero and caught and passed people bigger than me. An awesome power to weight ratio seriously comes in handy. The only problem I had was trying to eat on the bike. Since the wind would randomly toss you around like a kite it made letting go with one hand difficult. I was still able to get my calories in so it was fine.

Run:

This is where things were interesting. I came off the bike thankful we changed the swim because when we passed the lake and I saw the waves it was terrifying. The waves were worse than the ocean waves Florida and the gusts coming off the bike made me seriously fear crashing. The run was getting much better. I had to pee!!! I never have to pee off the bike so needing to was good! Red caught me coming out of transition after I went pee and told me I was in 11th. I asked how far ahead the other girls were and he didn't know yet. I was all kinds of happy and then my head went "that means almost top 10, those top 10 girls are fast, can I get there?". Well I took off feeling really good and stuck to my nutrition. I don't know if I could have gone faster but I know I was pushing. I kept looking for girls who looked my age and only found 2 people in my age group on the run. One girl passed me but then I passed someone else so I ended up even.

I stayed in 11th but it was ok. I was a little disappointed in my time because it was slower than Muncie, but the course was harder because of a couple of hills and the annoying wind. If I could change anything I may have tried more on the bike, but the most annoying thing was the finish line. I think there were 6 turns in this shoot and I never thought it was going to end.

I ended up placing better so now I'm pushing for a top 10 finish for next year! Right now I'm debating about a 50k in February but I'm making my race schedule for 2014. Pictures later :)

Randomness and being thankful

So today has been quite a decent day.  Work started a little rough with a 6am client on a Saturday, but it worked out well. I was done with everyone by 10am and ready to go to the UC v Purdue game by 10:15.  This was a great way to start off the season! We crushed Purdue :) That makes for a happy midget :) Now, trying to be a good triathlete I was downing water because I was SUPPOSED to do a 90 min bike and 20 min run today.  It was 96 degrees out and said it felt at least like 102. When we got to the car my thermometer thing said 109. Awesome.  Well, after the game we grabbed a Powerade from BP to get done electrolytes in because our clothes were  absolutely drenched in sweat, and I was still intending to bike and run. We get home finally and grab some food and the sky starts to look pretty ugly.  According to the radar we weren't supposed to get hit and everything was supposed to go north. The weatherman was wrong. I know, such a shocker. It started storming and absolutely pouring. Lightening was going crazy, and poor Zo was scared of the thunder. She decided to burrow under the pillow Red was using.  Red was just heading downstairs to switch laundry over when our power went out. Meh, well that was nearly 3 hours ago.

So 3 hours without power actually isn't that bad. Red's company just allowed their employees to enable the mobile hotspot function for their phones on the company's dime :) Yeah! Also, Red has been traveling a lot so he decided that having a better way to charge his phone and tablet would be a Powergen battery pack instead of fighting for an outlet at airports. We are currently testing it out as we still don't have power but have fully charged phones. Yep, no power doesn't mean no entertainment. Another thing we have to be thankful for is the fact that we have gas for our stove and water heater.  This means we were still able to have a delicious meal (prepared by Red), and take comfy hot showers. Possibly one of the best things we have is the ability to put screens in our windows. It was really warm, but that storm blew through and it dropped about 15 degrees. We opened the windows and put the screens in so we can have a decent breeze in the house.  All of these things combined to have quite a comfortable evening playing on our phones, watching football on the ipad, shower, and not feel like we're in a sweat box.  I'm very ok with all of this.

Now tomorrow I need to go back to being a good triathlete and get my swim and run in.  I may do the bike I was supposed to do today after my run, but we'll see what all happens!  Hopefully the power comes on soon, or I may just go to bed when the ipad dies and take advantage of sine much needed sleep.  One more week until Rev3 Cedar Point 70.3!! It's almost go time!

Control what you can

So I've been trying to figure out a way to deal with everything that life has thrown at me this year, and I've decided that the only thing I can do is to control what I can.  I can't control other people, I can't control jobs, I can't control the weather, and I can't control illness.  All of these things have decided to wreak havoc on me this year, and I'm fairly certain that I'm going insane, but I'm taking everyone with me.  I have wanted to break down and just straight cry more often than I care to admit, but crying doesn't fix anything.  Giving up on things or just quitting isn't what I'm all about, I really really wish I was sometimes, but I'm too stubborn.  Plus?  Minus?  Meh.  I've discovered that nearly every time I think I have something figured out then life decides to go "Ha!  Good one!", well eff.  Each week, sometimes each day, I have to pause and not let myself day dream too far into something that isn't really a thing yet but weighs heavily on my mind.  I realize I'm being very vague, but that happens.  My coping mechanism?  Training.  Sometimes it's quite helpful and sometimes it takes me momentarily closer to curling up in a ball and crying like a baby.  More times than not it actually makes me reflect on the paces I'm keeping, the weights I'm lifting, and the speeds I'm maintaining instead of going "well that sucks, better not do that again".  I actually go "well that sucks" a lot, then I typically turn around and say "what's next" instead of I'm done.  I've decided that with everything that I can't control, and I love control, then I need to focus on what I can actually change or make happen.  I can control my workouts by pushing myself harder, and enjoy the fact that if something says it weighs 200lbs, then guess what?  It weighs 200lbs.

Sometimes we all need to find something that is stable in our lives in order to make life make sense.  Some find stability in God, some find it in training, some find it in reading, writing, cooking, running, sleeping, singing, what-have-you-ness.  I've spent a lot of time praying, cursing, and training.  I've leaned on Red a lot too and am glad that he knows the best way to make me feel better is to simply be quiet, listen, and do what I say.  I don't mean it in a mean way, but if a hug will make things better then he immediately gives me a giant hug, if leaving me alone for a bit will do it, then he waits until I want to talk, if biking next to me while I run is what will work then he is right beside me.  I hear a lot of people talk about what's going wrong in their lives and a lot of things don't sound too bad if you simply try to compare life to life, but then I look at what's outside of that person's life versus my own.  I know that working out makes me feel better.  I have an awesome family that I could randomly drop in on at any given moment and they would be cool with it.  I have an awesome goober (Red) who listens to me whine until I feel better then picks me up and sends me on my way to whatever adventure, or disaster, I may run to.  There are some people I want smack upside the head repeatedly because they're completely retarded and refuse to take care of themselves or get their heads out of their butts to see reality, but then I realize that what they claim is impossible is all they know.  They don't have a support system of any form, it's quite possibly because their parents sucked or because they are so dag-on annoying that no one wants to be around them, but  being stupid is all they know because they lack a substantial support system.  Mine is brutally honest but very loving at the same time, which is precisely what I need.  My friends sit and listen to what I have to say, but then aren't afraid to tell me I'm being stupid and help me see what I'm too blind to see.  Like with Grandma I sometimes sit and want to pout about her being "sick", but then my friends are quite quick to point out that at this current moment she is fine and strong.  They remind me that she's a fighter and that the reason I'm so feisty and stubborn comes directly from her.  I usually then laugh and realize that I would love to be half as strong as she is because I would really be invincible.  A lot of people apparently don't have people like this, that or the people they're around suck and are too afraid to deal with the bad nonsense to get to the good parts in life, thereby allowing people to continue to be stupid and mopey.  I really think that people need more friends like mine and I'm always VERY quick to "adopt" anyone I want to be friends with because I think my family is awesome (weird as sin, but still awesome) and I know my family would support anyone with anything.

So I guess that I'm adding one more thing to my list of things that I can control.  I can control my workouts, weights, speeds, and how hard I push, but I can also control how I try to help people.  Not everyone wants help and I honestly don't want to help everyone because as nice as I want to be I still think the best thing for some people is to get their butt kicked a few times, but such is life.  So this is a whole lot of freaking randomness but I think it made things a little more clear for me.  You may think they're clear as mud, but it works for me.  Now back to training.  What's next?

Try harder

Two posts in two days?!  Preposterous!  This post was actually spurred on after tonight's speed workout and reading my friend's blog post.  His is titled "Break Your Kettles and Burn Your Boats" and it's all about fully committing yourself to whatever business or life endeavor that you deem important. (You should read it here) I love this because it definitely hits home.  I've been running into some challenges at work with clients and trainers.  Some people look at an outcome that they wish to obtain, but they don't want to do anything to get the results they're hoping to get.  All they are doing is hoping, wishing, praying, and thinking about something.  Occasionally, there is some action, but typically people just go through the motions of acting like they are trying hard, when really it's just a ruse.  I even had a fellow trainer tell me to my face today that he "didn't want to put in 5 to 10 hours of work on programs" because all he wants to do is "build his business and make a lot of money".  I'm sorry, last I checked you had to actually do work to get money, which would be how you make a lot of money.  The same thing applies to clients who think the mere action of paying for a trainer and signing into the club will magically make them lose weight, gain speed, or increase any kind of physical endurance.  The problem is that these people are not committed.  They either don't want to try, or they don't want to tell anyone they're trying in case they fail.

Earlier this year I confessed that I wanted to qualify for Worlds at Muncie.  Yeah it was scary because then it was out there and there was no turning back.  Some people don't want to commit to a task because if they fail then they think people will think less of them for not succeeding.  If your entire self worth is based solely on what people think of you, then your life must be beyond stressful and not remotely fulfilling.  The best option is to not give yourself anyway out.  With the idea of "break your kettles and burn your boats" the idea was that the army had two options when they went to their battle (seriously, read the link).  They could either fight and win quickly, or fight and die.  There was no true middle ground because they didn't have an escape route.  I know a lot of clients who have "excuses", which I call "back up plans" or "reasons why it's ok to fail".  They half ass their workouts, or training programs, then complain because they don't see results.  They are too afraid to actually hurt and move forward, or to see what would happen if they did.  Trainers work the same way.  They don't want to put themselves too far out there just in case all of their hard effort gave them zero yield.  It would still yield something, results to say "yep, that didn't work".  Then you figure out the why.  Once you know why something doesn't work you are one step closer to figure out what you need to do to make it work for the next time.  Sitting back and letting someone else figure it out or push harder in a workout doesn't make you better.  It makes them better because they put in the effort and weren't afraid to push themselves a bit harder than the average bear so that they see the results that they want to see instead of dreaming of results they are making unobtainable.

I'm going to break my kettles and burn my boats as I go into Rev3 Cedar Point September 7th.  I won't get to qualify for their championship because you have to come in top 3 in 2 of their races instead of just one, but I can still set my own goal of 5:30 and not back off just because the workouts look like they suck.  What would you push yourself to do if you knew you had to succeed, no other option?

(Again, go to Adam and Caroline's site)

You might be a triathlete if....

Ok, this post won't consist entirely of "You might be a triathlete if...", but it's still fun!

You might be a triathlete if you spend more time of your day being wet from sweat, chlorine/pool water, or a shower than you do dry.

You might be a triathlete if you own and wear more spandex than a bad 80's exercise video.

You might be a triathlete if quite a few of your cookbooks entail how to eat an entire meal on a bike.

You might be a triathlete if having 8 different sets of tan lines seems completely normal.

You might be a triathlete if you take your bike trainer with you to use in your mom's living room just in case it gets too dark to ride before you're done with her "to do " list.

And lastly for today,

You might be a triathlete if you buy an awesome 2013 Chevy Sonic LT Turbo but then exchange it two days later for a 2013 Chevy Cruze because your bike rack and tri gear don't fit.

That last one, yep, that happened to me this past week.  I was driving on borrowed time with my 2004 Honda Civic for about a year and a half before I finally called it quits.  The Civic had treated me fairly well, ran like a champ while leaking oil like crazy, didn't balk at any kind of snowy terrain I drug her through, and just in general dealt with mine and my husband's driving.  Red and I had been talking about getting a new car for quite a few months now, but the money just simply wasn't there yet.  Well, on my most recent trip to and from Bellefontaine the Civic decided that it was going to learn and show me some new tricks.  My personal favorites were when it would feel like I was driving over a rumble strip while sitting still, and trying to stall out while going 65mph down 75 South.  When the car began to get dangerous to drive down the highway, which we do a lot, it didn't matter what our projected timeline was to get a car, it was now officially time to get a car.  I called Red and told him to pick his favorite place and that we were going car shopping the next day and the Civic wasn't coming home with us.  

We get to the car dealership and everything is peachy.  Well I get sidetracked easily, and I saw a black Chevy Sonic Turbo.  I sat in it and a salesman asked if I wanted to take it out for a test drive.  OF COURSE I DID!  Woot!  So we head out for a 20 minute ride, and I'm in love.  Forget the fact that we came to the dealership to specifically look for a Cruze, I was now in love with a Sonic.  Great handling, great pick up, smooth shifting (manual), phenomenal response to any task I threw at it.  Yep, I was a happy camper.  We came back from our ride and I announced that the car was going to become mine!  Small problem, the one I test drove was $23,000.  Nope, not happening.  We were then shown a step down model, which was the exact same thing but didn't have heated leather seats, or other random nonsense that I didn't really need.  It still drove like a champ and was a blast to drive.  Fine, so we took THAT Sonic.  Red and I are happy as can be, enjoying our new little car, and watching the MPG increase regardless of how hard I pushed  her.  This was all fine and dandy until we decided to put the bike rack on the back and load up the car for our weekend trip.  Virtually none of our stuff would fit.  We could put my bike in the back seat if we put the seats down, Red's bike had no hope of fitting.  We couldn't fit Zo's cage, golf clubs, suit cases, or much else than people and back packs in the car.  Fooey.  So Red called the dealership to see if we can exchange the car or if we were stuck.  Thankfully the salesman was able to stop the paperwork in time so we could exchange the Sonic for the Chevy.  Yeah, that was pretty much an impulse buy that went south.  I still love the way the Sonic drove and handled, but we definitely needed something that could carry all of our nonsense for triathlon training.  This was quite evident when we ended up going to Bellefontaine after the exchange and we had the bike trainer, mat, stand, my bike, both our backpacks, plus my triathlon bag, all in the trunk with room to spare.  

We definitely could have made the Sonic work if we weren't triathletes.  But, Red and I are very much on the go triathletes who virtually live out of our cars, so the Sonic was not going to work.  So yes, you may be a triathlete if you exchange a phenomenal car for a bigger car simply because your tri gear doesn't fit.  

 

Ironman Muncie Race Report

Ok, well first off, I have the best cheering section/supporter ever!  Yep, Red came, he saw, he cheered, and he got a stinky, sweaty hug in return.  Gave me something to look forward to on the run though!

So in the past couple of years Muncie has been unbearably hot!  When I did it in 2011 it was 103 by the time we got off the bike and onto the run.  I was miserable and finished in 6:45 dehydrated, unhappy, and feeling nauseous.  My friend did Muncie last year, 2012, and Ironman actually shortened the course to an Olympic distance because the temperature was 105 with a heat index over 110.  This year the temperature was nearly perfect.  It was about 68 degrees when I headed out in the morning, the water temperature was 76 even, which made it wetsuit legal.  I was super excited about the prospect of wearing my wetsuit!  It makes swimming virtually effortless which makes me a happy midget.  By the time I was done for the day it was about 85 degrees.  There had been a slight breeze all day, and a few clouds, which meant that even in the 80's everything was completely bearable.  On to the race!

The Swim:  38:48

Like I said, the swim was wetsuit legal, which made me very happy.  I think nearly everyone brought their suit just in case the weather played in our favor, but there were still a few that didn't have them.  I like my wetsuit now because it makes my swim super easy.  I still have the issue of the collar part eating my neck, but I'm hoping to figure it out soon.  Red was laughing at me because I was trying to put my suit on in the chute while waiting for my wave to go off.  They were spacing us about 5 minutes or so apart, so I had PLENTY of time because there was a wave of red caps waiting to take off, then a sea of orange caps, then my wave of purple caps.  When I was finally situated in my suit I placed myself closer to the start of the group than I have in years past, and I think it paid off.  I normally don't feel like I'm super fast, but I usually have to swim around a lot of other people to get to clear water, so I thought I would give the front a go, and it was ok.  I ended up sprinting about the first 500 yards because the girls in front are super fast.  Once we all settled out I spent most of my time realizing how much I suck at sighting, swimming straight, and staying on feet.  I would find a set of feet and draft like crazy but then lose them almost as quickly as I found them.  At one point I popped my head up to see where I was going and realized I was about 30 yards inside the buoys, doh!  I corrected and decided to pop up a little bit more frequently.  I caught a large portion of the orange wave that was in front of me, tried to keep my eye on the fast purple caps, and ended up even catching some of the red caps.  There was a group of blue caps, pretty sure men 30-35, who ended up catching some of us, because they're freakishly fast!  They weren't the nicest either because they didn't care if they swam over you or not, but it wasn't too terrible.  In high school we would play sharks and minnows where you could drag people under and over the water, so fighting in water was normal to me.  I was able to hop on one guys feet for a bit but then ditched him because he was following the buoys in and it was a much faster straighter line if I just went to the finish chute.  I finally got up to the finish chute and wasn't dizzy for a change!  Woot for seeing straight!

Transition One: 4:06

I took off my suit, threw on my sunglasses, helmet, and shoved my nutrition in my kit and was off.  I ran the whole way up to transition and was so quick that Red actually didn't even get to see me because I ran faster than he did.

Bike: 2:56:02

I broke three hours!!! Woot!! The bike is by far my least favorite part.  I've been working really hard trying to get faster and stronger and it is finally paying off!  I typically come out in the top 1/3 of my age group on the swim, then I usually drop to the bottom 1/3 on the bike and have to run my way back up through people on the run.  This time I only lost 1 spot on the bike!  Wooty woot!  I set an alarm on my watch to remind me to drink every 15 minutes.  This isn't a normal problem for most people, but I get side tracked and worry so much about trying to keep moving that I forget to drink or eat.  I solved that problem and it made a huge difference!  I could have asked for a much better course though.  The roads were horrible.  Within 5 miles my front water bottle cage broke from all the bouncing and BMX looking moves, and I didn't even wreck!  We headed out to a main road for about 15 miles, then hit a road that was so small and so pot hole covered that they dubbed it a no pass zone for a mile.  Yep, in the middle of a race you couldn't pass.  Ugh.  We then turned on to "Bob's road".  It was beyond bumpy, tiny, pot hole filled, gravel covered, and ridiculous than 95% of the roads I have ever encountered.  We had to go out 8 miles, and back 8 miles on this nonsense, and no one was happy.  I jokingly asked someone what they thought and they launched a slur of expletives that made it PAINFULLY clear that they were far less than pleased.  One guy saw me trying to not die on an especially bumpy part and decided to take his time passing me to tell me "good job", and be nice.  Well some other girl decided that she wanted more room on the road and didn't wait to see if she cleared him before passing back into my lane and clipped his front tire with her back tire.  This sent him flying across the road into the cornfield on the other side.  The people in the front are mean!  There were quite a few people who were just trying to get in front and didn't care if they took you out in the process.  I'm used to being farther in the back where everyone is nice and encouraging because they know you're hating life because you're slow.  I now know that I need to get even faster so I can be farther in the front where there aren't nearly as many people!

Now thanks to the way the course was made, there weren't too many places for drafting, which is good and bad.  It's good because then we were all equally screwed, it was bad because then we would get penalties if we were caught drafting and also had to work super hard.  There was one part during the last 5 miles of the race where drafting was a strong possibility. This is the only place that I saw a Draft Marshall.  They weren't messing around either.  There was a group of us of about 6 or 7 people, all trying to figure out who was passing who when the motorcycle showed up.  The person on the back literally took out a stop watch and slowed down to monitor a girl as she passed a guy who was refusing to be passed.  I ended up saying screw it and just slowed down instead of fighting a head wind and a stubborn mule just to potentially get a penalty in the last 5 miles of a bike.  I was very happy to get off my bike and even happier when I looked down and realized I had a strong potential to get under three hours!  I came into transition and Red let me know that I was in fact under three hours and told me I looked great!

Transition Two: 3:14

I hung my bike back up.  Chucked my helmet and bike shoes, hooked on my bib number/spi belt and headed out of transition.  I was actually feeling really good and I remembered what Miller told me about the beginning and decided to try it out.


The Run: 2:04:21

Miller wanted me to stay around Zone 2 during the first part of the run then hit Zone 3 and stay there for the second half because he thinks that I have the fitness to hold Zone 3 for extended periods of time.  Well, it was pretty warm, and I was pretty tired, but I was also quite determined. I refused to let myself walk at any point.  I learned during the Flying Pig that I feel better when I just take water and such on the go and don't walk aid stations.  I was able to watch the very front people come in instead of the middle people slog along.  I didn't know where I stood anymore for the race, but I kept checking calves trying to see ages.  I realized that the look of the people around me was very different than what I was used to.  All of the people around me were fast looking guys, not many people walking, and very fit looking girls.  Turned out that I was closer to the front than usual.  I don't know what people will look like if I ever get to the real front!  The aid station volunteers were wonderful!  One girl had a cup of water and a cup of ice and I asked for ice water, she handed me the ice and said it would melt.  Not the sharpest knife in the drawer.  It was fine though because the ice felt good.  I figured out the easiest way to feel good was to drink a cup of water, then dump a cup of water and ice in my top and shorts.  Best. Plan. Ever.  I asked another volunteer for ice water and she dumped the two cups together so I didn't have to juggle a million cups.  It's the little things during the run that make life SO much easier.  I knew I was slowing down, but I was trying to keep my heart rate up and according to my watch I was only in Zone 1.9 while running 9 minute miles at mile 8?  Yeah, remember all that water I said I was wearing?  Apparently it doesn't ruin my heart rate strap, but it does stop it from registering my heart rate to my watch.  Oh well.  In my head I thought I could push faster, and probably seeing that Zone 1.9 on my watch rather than Zone 4 kept me pushing harder the last 5 miles.  I was 2 miles from the finish before I needed some real self talk and not let myself walk, which was totally worth it.

In the end I finished in 5:46:31, which was nearly an hour faster than 2011.  I was very tired but I felt better after sitting.  I came out of the water in 23rd place in my age group, I came off the bike in 24th place in my age group, and by the time I finished my run I had ran myself up to 17th place in my age group.  Now I just need to increase a bit of my speed and potentially find a way to take in more actual nutrition during the run, and hopefully that will let me get under 5:30 like I wanted to.   Will I run Muncie again?  Not unless I absolutely have to.  I raced well, but the logistics, the course, and only seeing spectators at transition makes this a course I would rather never do again.  There are a ton of other half ironman distances that offer much better things than this one does, it's just the closest M-Dot race, but I'm thinking the others will be worth the travel.

What's next?  Hopefully learning to blog more often, but definitely Rev 3 Cedar Point!  September 7th is my next big race!  Yeah!!

3 days..

I only have three days and 3 workouts before Muncie! I'm actually pretty nervous and excited at the same time. Part of me is nervous because I said I want to qualify and now I find 52+ fast girls in my age group. That's almost double what was there in 2011 when I first did Muncie. I'm really excited though because I know I'm much faster and much stronger than I was 2 years ago.  If I can focus and keep my head on straight then I should be good to go. I'm forming my nutrition plan, I have people strategically placed on the course for cheering, and my workouts are all coming together. This looks to turn out well, now I just pray and see what happens! It's all going to be ok.