The Triple Brick

Saturday was the big one.

The training day that my mind decided would be the “make it or break it” workout.


A two hour ride, 50 minute run, two hour ride, 40 minute run, two hour ride and finally a 30 minute run. A total of six hours of riding and two hours of running. I was nervous, I was pumped, and for some reason I blasted Sir Mix-A-Lot on the way there (it was the only thing on the radio). I was ready.

As I put the final touches on my bike, I noticed a special addition to my aero bottle. It instantly made my heart smile. Thank you, Chicken Face.


As soon as there was a safe amount of sunlight, we hit the road ready to conquer the day. It was cold, but I was happy just riding along talking with friends. But then it hit me and so did one of the worst noises you could hear.



Oh shit.


Oh double shit!

I cursed like a sailor, pulled to the side and my sad fate was confirmed. FLATS! Really, world? REAAAALLLY?! I’ve never had a flat before, let alone two, and was not a happy camper. Thankfully Coach Paul was right behind me and he pulled over to help.


Dora went down.

We were literally eight minutes into the ride, EIGHT MINUTES, and I had thrown a giant monkey wrench into the mix. Knowing that we had a long day ahead of us and my tire changing skills are…wait, I don’t even have any tire changing skills, so Paul put his skills to the test and began fixing my flats.


Good job, Paul. I’ll just stand here and take photos of you.

I had one spare tube with me so we used that to fix the back flat. Done. Despite it being for his race wheels, Paul had an extra tube and began to use it to fix my front tire but then he found something extra special. Not only had the son-of-a-bitch rock busted both of my tubes, but it literally ripped my front tire.

Paul, being the genius that he is, took out a Gu, emptied it, then lined the tire with the Gu wrapper. From there, he then replaced the tube. This little Macgyver trick would be enough to get me back to the parking lot where he would then hop in his truck, go home and get a spare tire, tube, C02 cartridge and everything we needed to get back on the road.


The results from a very vicious rock.

Let’s just say that my little rock issue set Paul and I an hour behind schedule. I am so thankful for Paul being there and all of his quick thinking – I owe him big time! But it also put me in a horrible mood for the entire first brick. I mentally complained about how I would have to complete this entire day by myself, a fun ride with friends was lost, and more importantly, I was fretting on how I was going to make it back by 4:45 in time for Chicken Face’s birthday party. I was throwing myself a miserable little pity party.

If I haven’t given Paul enough praise already, I owe him even more. Despite my sour mood, he was great and stayed with me for a solid portion of each ride making sure that I wasn’t alone and that I was safe. I was probably a gem to be with, but I can’t thank him enough.

As I was riding my first brick, I saw my friend Ilona on the side of the road. She had been the victim of a flat as well! What the?! I asked her if she needed anything and then assured her Paul was right behind me, because let’s be honest, I would be of no tire changing help anyways.

I got back from the first brick, made my way out on the first run and tried to get down to my Ironman pace, but just couldn’t get there. I need to learn to slow down! After I completed the first brick I was still grumbling about my first world problems. But as I was reloading my bike with more fuel for the second ride I found these:



It was exactly what I needed – a reminder of what’s important and the amazing support I have. Thank you, Chicken Face!

I shoved down half of a sandwich (bad idea, by the way. Need to space those out more.) and it was almost as if I had become content with peanut butter, jelly and acceptance. I finally accepted what had happened and would make it work. I was going to be by myself, but that’s alright because it’s great mental training for race day. Like my dad says time and time again…

Shit happens. It always has and always will. But it’s not what happens, but how you handle it.

The rest of the day went pretty much as planned: ride, run, eat, drink, repeat. But there was something strange in the air…

On my final ride, I saw Paul and Jared on the side of the road – Jared had fallen victim as well. Two flat tires! WHAT WAS HAPPENING TODAY? Add Ed’s flat and it made for a total of six flats from one group in one day! WITCHCRAFT I TELL YOU! But seriously, my theory is that there was so much debris in the road from the season’s changing, or maybe it’s all of the bad vibes getting out of the way now instead of race day. Either way I know one thing for sure: I need to practice changing tires.

When I was approaching the final run, I knew I had to cut it short to try and retain my marriage — it was his birthday afterall! I shortened the run to 20 minutes and increased my pace. When I was done I briefly stretched and had to hustle back home as all of the guest were already at our house!

Yes, I was late and everybody was already there, but they were patient enough to wait for me before we, wait for it, went on the beer crawl. A triple brick followed by a beer crawl birthday party. Genius refueling, I know. As we made our way from shop to shop filling our glasses, my legs were tired, but I felt an amazing sense of accomplishment. I completed the dreaded triple brick with some very unfriendly circumstance and still made it back to celebrate. It was an amazing confidence booster and I’m getting more ready than ever for the big day.

It’s almost time, I’m getting excited and I’m pretty sure I have the best little family ever.


(No, the candles aren’t representative of his age. They were the only candles I had.)

Happy Running!

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18 Responses to The Triple Brick

  1. RoseRunner says:

    McGuyver Paul! I hadn’t considered that flats are an issue bicyclists deal with. At least it happened today, and not on Game Day (or if it does you will have mentally prepared for it!).

    I bet beer and cake feels sooooo good after 8 hours of sweating. I can’t even imagine. Happy b-day CF, cheers to 216 years!

  2. What an amazing day! Congrats on getting through such a tough training day!

  3. J says:

    WOW. What a day. Glad you pulled through and finished it! What a day though – and the bday party!? Ive done that before – booked myself a full day of training and social fun!

  4. Meaghan says:

    Great great GREAT work by friend!! That is a SERIOUS training day, followed by refueling like a rockstar! Happy Birthday to CF, and CONGRATS on a great day to you!

  5. You’re an inspiration. I’m sure it was hard to make the mental shift. This sounds like a very huge mountain to climb mentally when you started out with such a glitch, but you did such a great job! Congrats on a major brick. And I’m glad everything worked out with your husband’s birthday!

  6. Nice Macgyver work and great job! Sounds like you have a lot of amazing support.

  7. page you are amazing…all of that and a beer crawl…I’d probably kick the bucket :) I love reading about your training though it’s got me thinking about something post NYC…maybe just maybe a tri

    congrats on a great workout, it looks like the knee must be feeling 100%

  8. katie says:

    that’s some seriously bad flat tire mojo. congrats on a SOLID day though!

  9. Aron says:

    Even though it sucks at the time, you get SO much more out of training days that don’t go perfectly. You learn how to adapt and you learn to keep going – all very important lessons come race day. You never know what is going to happen and it hardly ever goes according to plan anyways. Sounds like a fantastic confidence booster!! Congrats on a great day and not letting it keep you down.

  10. Yay!! I am so excited for you! Can’t wait to cheer you here at IMAZ!!

  11. Seriously impressive triple brick; I know you’re ready for the race!
    I’m also impressed with the post-workout activities. You’re a trooper for sure!
    That’s brutal about the flats. Hopefully that was your bad luck for the rest of the season.

  12. Nicole says:

    Wow you are a machine! I would collapse into the couch after 7 hour training days – your total day including birthday party probably equals your Ironman finish time which means YOU ARE READY (like my logic !?)!!

  13. Having to deal with mechanical issues on a bike are mostly what keep me away from the sport…

    Happy birthday, Chicken Face! Also, I <3 him and his little notes to you!

  14. Nelly says:

    I’m with Susan – the possibility of mechanical issues on the bike keep me away from it as well. I guess if my body starts to betray me more over the years, I may have to take up biking since my body may start to become my mechanical issue.

    Nice job on the workout, seems like your injury woes are behind you!

  15. Jojo says:

    Amazing! You have figured out how to train hard, deal with the unexpected challenges AND still take care of your fam. All of that combined is incredible, and if you can navigate through a tough workout (physically and mentally from dealing with the bike issues), IM will be no problem at all.

  16. Houston Runner says:

    I has been so cool to watch you grow physically and emotionally through this process. It’s been a true test of internal and external endurance. You’re extremely fortunate to have a husband that supports you, and the best part is you give him recognition. The old adage of “behind every great man is a woman” needs to be changed in this case. You guys make the perfect team.

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