Race Report

We have had a lot of sports themed posts lately, but what can I say? The weather is beautiful, and in between activities the boys mostly read books or watch TV in the air-conditioned house.

Anyway, on Saturday I competed in my second triathlon, a small race in Bountiful. By small I mean not a lot of people (maybe 100?), not short. It was actually slightly longer than my last TRI, yet it only took me two additional minutes (total time just under 1:24)! I was very pleased with my better-than-expected swim time, despite getting passed by a few people who immediately slowed down and created quite a bottleneck in the pool. The bike course was much flatter than my last race, which compensated for the really heavy mountain bike I was riding (instead of a borrowed snazzy road bike like last time). The run was just a few minutes longer, but seemed way harder for some reason (I wasn't the only one who thought so); I think getting delayed by traffic lights at a few corner crosswalks didn't help. It was very fun, laid back, yet quite competitive (lots of great athletes there). Even better, I knew quite a few people from my team and my Saturday running group, and it was fun to see friendly faces and have people to chat with.

Oh, and I did the whole race half blind. I lost a contact last week, and couldn't get a replacement in time. I actually hardly noticed; my one good eye did a great job.

So here are a few pictures of the day. Hope you enjoy!

My cheering section:


Wow, I look great underwater:


Now for the bike:


The boys had a great time at the park while waiting for me:


Tired of biking:


Off and running:


Happy to cross the finish line:


So fun to have the family there! Do you see Sammy hiding behind the stroller?


Leo showed up just in time to see me cross the finish line. Thanks!

Sporty shorties

I'll start with an advance apology and warning about photo quality. I used Sammy's "kid-proof" camera to take these shots, which turned out pretty good, considering. (We're one step closer to a new camera, hopefully soon!)

Yesterday, Sammy and Riley celebrated Memorial Day by getting up at 6:30 (cheerfully!) and racing in a local one-mile kids' run. Initially, I was going to do the 5k right beforehand, but plans changed and I didn't run. Anyway, the boys had a fabulous time, and they were so excited that Grandma Jacobs was willing to tag along to watch them. Grandma mostly appreciated the beautiful scenery at the park (way out in Syracuse). Zeke mostly enjoyed sneaking bites of his brothers' post-race donuts. Riley liked the donuts too. Sammy claimed "This is the best day of my whole life!" He didn't "win the race," like he was sure he was going to, but he was very excited about the cool flag medal and pin he was awarded. Then he got a race t-shirt, then he got donuts and Gatorade, and THEN he won a "scramble" for prizes and got a fun mini-fanny pack. It doesn't get much better than that when you're six!

Here's Sammy doing some pre-race push-ups:


Riley was calm and relaxed:


Showing off prizes to Grandma (notice the flushed cheeks):


Zeke has gotten into the sporty spirit lately as well. Tonight he was screaming in frustration that I didn't want to repeatedly lift him up to throw a basketball in the hoop hanging high on Sammy's closet door. So I went downstairs and dragged up our little basketball standard (out goes the rocking chair and the last bit of babyhood!). Zeke was thrilled and couldn't get enough of swishing the ball in the basket! All night he has been giggling and saying "babuhball." Best of all, I didn't have to lift him up once.

The funny thing is, we got this basketball hoop for Sammy when he was about Zeke's age, and he never really got the point of it. Riley was never interested, either. And when we moved here, we inherited another hoop that is still in our backyard. Both of them have mostly just been taken to pieces and used to build secret hideouts. I am so happy to have a budding ballplayer, and especially to finally get some use out of the old toy!

Triathlon Success Story

Wow, I am so excited and happy tonight about my race yesterday, I don't know where to start! I guess to explain the excitement, you should know that I just found out I came in 92nd overall, out of 527 finishers! Don't believe me? http://www.milliseconds.com/participants/final_list/overall/140923

I don't know what really got into me when I signed up for my first triathlon (on a whim) last January, but I'm so glad I did! I have discovered how great it is to be active when it's a lifestyle, and how fun it is to have a great group of friends to work out with, learn from, and challenge me. Most of all, I've found something to motivate me to work hard--something I really needed help with. One of my most basic beliefs is that it doesn't matter so much what we are learning/working on--as long as it's something worthwhile and uplifting--it will have eternal benefits. I love that throughout my life I have had so many different subjects to focus on, each in their season. I am enjoying this season of life, with a dual focus on mothering and training--with the additional benefit of learning how to balance those competing aspects of my life!


I didn't get much sleep Friday night (nerves), but that made it easier to get to the race location in American Fork bright and early (6:15)! I was one of the first people there, and Bruce was right there taking pictures of me shivering in the cold. Thanks to Dan & Dee and Grandparents Jacobs, who tag-teamed to watch the kids for us. (They would not have enjoyed all the waiting around!) Though the race started at 8, we had to wait in line for our turns to swim (for me, a 45-minute wait!). I am so pleased with my swim time, coming in over 30 seconds faster than I had hoped for! Then after a race through the parking lot, I got my shoes on my wet feet, and took off up some hills for a bike ride. I dropped off my bike, and started running, and soon it was all over.

The race itself was really uneventful, but I have learned so much from the overall experience. Mostly, I am laughing at myself for my own reactions. First, my excitement at the finish line was dampened because I didn't do as well as I wanted to on the bike ride. Looking at the results tonight, I was surprised to see that my swim time (the one I was so happy with) was only ranked 258th, and my bike time (that I was mad about) was 168th--way better! But it's not about how I did compared to others, it's about whether I did as well as I knew I could. I really think I probably worked hard enough, but I'm glad for some new motivation to train harder and become a better biker.

I'm also glad I've come to love running, and to like swimming quite a bit. I felt every bit as exhausted during this race as I have during other races I've done in my life, but this was the first time I didn't think "I hate this! Why am I doing this? I should just quit now!" If only I could transfer that feeling to other areas of my life, for the challenges I have now and those that will come in the future. But it does give me hope that even if things don't get easier, I will become strong enough to bear it and not want to give up. As for swimming, well, last February I would have ranked in the bottom 15 or so (out of over 500). To move up to spot 258, and to even enjoy the swim portion of the event, is such a feeling of accomplishment!

I should mention what a great thing it was to be surrounded by hundreds of women of all ages (80 percent of them were older than me!), of all sizes (some were fairly large, at least one was pregnant), competing in this race and being able to complete it. Very inspiring to see the results of everyone's efforts.

Finally, I'm glad my kids get to see me excited about running, biking, and swimming. I've got a goal to go on a long backpacking trip with the family when our boys are old enough, and I recently realized my efforts now are a concrete step toward making that happen. I want physical activity to be part of our lives, and I'm glad Sammy and Riley are picking up on that--I have to set an example (Bruce does a good job of this too), so that the message will sink in.

Though this should have been the first thing I wrote, THANK YOU Bruce, for your love and support and for cheering me on. I could never have done this without you. Now, how about that push-up challenge?

The family that runs together...

I am so proud of my boys, and I'm very sad that our camera is broken and we weren't able to take any pictures.

Yesterday, Sammy's school hosted a 5k run as a fundraiser. Since I run every Saturday morning anyway, we decided to support the school's race. The whole family participated, and we were even pretty cheerful despite having to be fed, dressed, and out the door by 7:30 a.m.

Bruce, Sammy, and I all ran the race, while Riley and Zeke rode in the stroller. Sammy needed a ride once or twice on the stroller, but other than that he finished the whole race with style. Bruce didn't even complain about pushing the stroller, and had a great finish time considering that he was packing all three boys. (He was kind enough to let me run fast, by myself, as a prep for my big race next week.) Riley was a little upset about riding in the stroller, so we let him run the last stretch and he did great--I think next year he'll get to run the whole thing. Watch out, school, the Jacobs family is set to sweep the event next year!

Well, maybe not next year, but we'll keep trying until we succeed.

In the meantime, we'll be running a lot--at least a mile every day to use up all the boys' extra energy. I think because of all the quiet, inside time that is inherent in our Sundays, all three boys tend to go crazy. Combine that with a mom who is anticipating a day of perfectly behaved children (why do we set ourselves up for disappointment on Mothers' Day?), and the result is disaster. Next year I think we will skip Mothers' Day and just go on a nice LONG walk, then go to bed early.

p.s.--For the record, today wasn't all bad. Bruce and the boys made me a fabulous breakfast in bed and got me some gorgeous flowers and yummy-looking chocolate. Bruce was kind and helpful all day, as always, and the little boys had moments of kindness and good behavior. They really are good kids, it's just that Sundays are not usually easy around here no matter what!