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Promo for a 5K

Today I had the weirdest sensation--I opened one of several promo emails for 5ks that I get, only to find this image:

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WHAA?? I know those guys!!  I was confused--target marketing? Or DID EVERYONE GET THIS IMAGE?!?!?!

I always try to look energetic in photos with the hopes that one day I will get used in marketing AND IT FINALLY WORKED!!! And I love the Nature Museum, so all the better.

I think Fuzzy put it way better on his blog, though.

Oh yeah, we did another Triathlon

Hey yo, no bigs, it was the 2014 Chicago Triathlon this past weekend, and we did it again. These things are kind of old hat now for us, I guess. Funny how this used to not be our life, but now it totally is. Its something that I enjoy and do just to do--not to compete at or anything--just to get that rush. And the amazing thing to me is that we are now MASTERS of the event. Not once did I get nervous for it this year, even though I was super undertrained for the bike and run portions of it. I had been on my bike I think 3 or 4 times total since last year's tri, and even though I was doing the Sprint, they added some undisclosed distance on the course. But it was great from start to finish. Even being awake at 3am.

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(my number was 6896, which is also a number when upside-down, so that was confusing)

Fuzzy competed in the Triple Challenge again this year, which is all 3 distances of the Chicago Tri. He blogged about it all here! (pics from the SuperSprint, with bonus Zach, here!) His first start wave on Sunday was 6:15am, and mine was 9:48am (the Sprint and International race order was smartly switched this year), so I had oodles of time to kill before I started. Luckily, they implemented all sorts of awesome new things in this year's event, such as the Sprint transition area being open from 6:30-8:30am. BRILLIANT. It was awesome for a number of reasons: 1) when we were there at 5am to set up, the racks for the Sprint were wide open, so I had my pick of spot 2) When Fuzzy got out of the water, I had time to leisurely go back to my transition, drop stuff off, & recheck my gear 3) the port-o-potty situation was WAY better than usual. I never had to wait more than 3 minutes, instead of the usual 20-25, which is BRUTAL when you are a multiple-pees-before-events kind of person like me. So I watched Fuzzy go in the water, then saw my friend Dominique take off, then chatted with my friend Roger (who was also doing the Sprint) while following Fuzzy through the course (and bragging about him). The water looked terrible with waves, but he rocked it, and then I cheered on Dominique through her swim. I ate some food, went to transition, then got ready for my event.

I was SUPER trained on swimming this year, due to the Point to LaPointe, so I was just excited to get in the water. I was in a weird mixed start wave that was literally Women 35-39, Men 20-24 and Men 20 and under. So there were children in our wave. Bizarre. I heard a lot of folks say they were nervous, but me? I was just ready.

I loved the swim. It was my favorite part. I think I did well--there were a ton of people holding onto the wall and on their backs trying to keep afloat, but I was smooth and steady. My offical swim time was 22 minutes, but that time includes a leisurely walk to transition, getting out of my wetsuit, and a stop to the port-o-potty. So I think I was out of the water actually in 17-18 minutes. I wish there was a timing chip on the Swim Out. Then I ate some food, sprayed some sunscreen and was out on Lake Shore Drive. The bike was fine--it was windy and hard, but fine, and I did it in like an hour 10. While biking back, I saw Fuzzy biking out, so I knew he had made his 10:15am wave time. It made me breathe a bit easier.

When that was done, I drank some water, and took off on the run. I think I walked about half of it, but I am ok with that. I had been on a 5 mile walk with Claire a few days before, and knew I could walk the whole thing if needed, but ran as much as I could. I had some nice chats with some nice people, drank some gatorade, enjoyed the spray water mists throughout the route, then finished on my own without any fanfare. I finished in about 2 1/2 hours, which means it was after noon when I crossed the finish line. The spectators were thinned out (though the ones that were there were AWESOME and SO supportive and wonderful), and the announcers likely didn't even see me coming in and didn't call my name (they were talking about the sponsors when I crossed.) I got my metal and my gatorade, then hung out in the chute and waited for Fuzzy to finish a little bit later. I was so proud of him when he did.

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So yeah. It's a thing we did. And I am proud of us.

Another fun thing is that Dominique won an entry to another tri in Willmette on September 14th and gave it to me, so I have another one in 2.5 weeks. And I will likely chill out and zen out and enjoy that one, too. Cause that's what we Gerdeses do.

Official Results Here.
Ranked 1249 in swim, 1980 in bike and 2036 in run out of 2132. Not too shabby for a gal like me.

Saturday, August 23rd
1:00-2:15
Donations Accepted
Green Bean Day School
2214 N Elston

Taught by Eric Sarb

This B-boy/B-girl workshop will begin with a brief historical introduction to the dance form that became known as breakdancing from it's inception to its contemporary status. The workshop will cover the fundamentals of breaking and no prior experience in dance or breakdance is required. Donation based, anything is appreciated but not required, the more the merrier!
Eric Sarb has been breaking for 7 years and started with Michigan State University's breakdance club, and has competed in battles in Michigan, Illinois, and South Korea.

Point to LaPointe

On Saturday, August 2, Fuzzy and I swam 2.1 miles to an island in Lake Superior in Northern Wisconsin.

It was one of the most incredible things I've ever done.

We were concerned about the water temperature and the air temperature, and how are we going to know where to go and how will they get our stuff to the island etc etc. It turns out that it was all pointless worry, because everything was PERFECT.

When we got to Bayfield Friday evening, looking out at the tiny island across the water was super daunting. But we dipped our toes in, and the water was remarkably warm. What a relief! Packet pick-up was easy peasy and we got really great hooded sweatshirts with our registration fee. In the info packet, however, I saw the following, which made me a little uneasy (see highlight):

We had dinner with our friends Amy Jo and Colleen and their 2 daughters, then headed to the hotel to prep for the next morning. We stayed about a half hour away from the swim start, so that gave us time to wake up, eat a bit of food and mentally prep for the task at hand.

I always talk about big events like this--it is so easy to get nervous or intimiated, but the truth of the matter is, if you are a non-competitor like me (I am just trying to DO it, not to win), then all you are going to do is just get in the water and swim. No biggie. I had one wave of nerves beforehand, but mostly was just excited. The water temperature was 66 degrees, and the high that day was going to be mid-80s. The crazy thing was that Thursday, when we checked the weather, the high was supposed to be mid-60s. It was a fluke that it was so warm, and I am so relieved that it was.

The population of Bayfield, WI is 450. This year, there were 450 swimmers in the event. Everyone was so nice and friendly, and when I thanked a volunteer for having water before the start, they thanked me for thanking them. So precious.

The men started first, at 7:20. They got lined up at the buoys, I kissed Fuzzy and wished him luck, and off they went! It was neat seeing them take off into open water and to travel a great distance in such a short time. The women's wave was to start about 6 or 8 minutes later--I actually can't remember. I seeded myself to the back of the pack--I didn't want to be a bumper to all the fast swimmers--and had a lovely conversation with 2 other women who we all figured out had the same general pace time. Then we were off!

My main concerns with the swim were temperature (which wasn't an issue), food (I tried to force as many calories in as I could), having to pee during the swim, and mental. I ran some power songs through my head to keep any negative thoughts at bay. It was so neat taking off and just swimming into the unknown. As Fuzzy said in his blog post, we usually swim in a part of Lake Michigan that is walled in by concrete on one side. Swimming out to Madeline Island was just so neat and freeing--I knew the general direction we were going, but not exactly where.

Ok, so real talk here. About 20 minutes into the swim, I felt a nagging feeling. I had to pee. And when you have to pee and you have nowhere to pee, it is really hard to think about anything else. I tried not to think about it, but I knew I still had over an hour of swimming. It was going to be rough. I swam for a bit more and tried to think of a plan. I have no qualms about peeing in lakes and rivers--my last few years of triathlons and water sports have gotten me over that issue. But I usually have to go where no one is around and sort of focus, you know? So my plan was to swim to a support kayaker, and ask if I could hold onto their kayak for a second to relieve myself in my wetsuit. At just about that time, I had an issue with my right earplug, so I stopped for a second to adjust. Another woman swam by and asked if I was ok--at this point, I was mostly swimming alone, as the fasties were far ahead already--I told her I was fine, thanked her, and she kept going. Just then--the pee started--and I think I peed for about a solid minute. What a relief! Literally! Plus, the warmth of the pee felt great! (I always think of my friend Andrea's dad. He was a surfer, and once she told me that he said the first thing he would do was pee in his wetsuit so he would stay warm. I love it.) Off I went, and the swim went way better. I peed 4 more times after that, during the swim. I joked with Fuzzy after that I was "soaked in urine" but I periodically tried to flush out my wetsuit with lake water.

Ok, so enough about pee.

The swim was transcendant. I did a lot of thinking--I decided to accept a gig I was on the fence about, among other things--and I ran a long list of songs in my head to keep my brain going. I will post those later.

They had told us that there would be a bouy at every 1/3 mile, and a big one at the mile marker. I only saw 4 on my swim, though. At about what I am assuming was my halfway point I saw the smoke signal on the shoreline that they had mentioned before we took off. It gave me a second wind! Now I knew exactly where I was going, and I reoriented myself off that smoke.

Since I was near the back of the pack, it was rare that I saw other swimmers. Towards the end of it, I passed a pink cap (woman) and a green cap (man). I was thinking it could be Fuzzy, but the swimmer breathed on the left, and Fuzzy breathes on the right. As I approached the shore, I saw the finish line and kicked it into high gear.  Before I finished, however, I stopped and turned around--I wanted to soak in just how far I had come and enjoy the moment of being almost done.  A kayaker helped steer me toward the chute, and then when I started to stand up, volunteers said "swim to the orange!" So I kept going till I saw a series of orange sandbags that served as a walkway. I stood up--and immediately lost my strength and footing and stumbled. Two volunteers took my arms and guided me out of the water, up the stairs to the pier, and over the timing mat. I was grinning from ear to ear--I was deliriously happy!!  The announcer called my name "Erica Gerdeees from Chicago!" I stopped for a second, caught my breath, then looked out over the water at how far I had come. I climbed the steps to the yard where we were (a family volunteers their yard each year) and started to peel off my wetsuit. I looked around for Fuzzy, but didn't see him, so I went to get some water and some fruit that was for the swim participants. I wandered for a second, and wondered if he was at the gear check. Just then, I heard the announcer say "Fuzzy Gerdeeees from Chicago!" and I rushed over to the pier. There was Fuzzy! He looked great!

There aren't a lot of photos from this event, FYI, cause we were...you know...swimming.

But here is a view of the lake from the finish line, with the approximate start noted by the arrow.

I was super weepy after and felt like a million bucks. I was and am SO proud of the major accomplishment that we did! It had been such a daunting event in the future, and suddenly, it was behind us. We picked up our gear, changed clothes and checked our times. I finished in my goal time, at 1:30! Fuzzy rocked it, and clocked in at 1:44. Full results are here.

Winners!

When you think about it, it is really amazing. I have to give Fuzzy all the credit--without him, I never would have gotten into running, swimming, triathlons or any of that. It's because of his determination to do things he has never done and his constant desire to challenge and better himself that I do anything at all. He is such an inspiration to me, and I admire him more than anything.

Plus, he is so super cute.

Afterwards, we met up with our friends and ate what was probably one of the best breakfasts I've ever had in my life. It was just a sausage egg and cheese sandwich on an english muffin with coffee and some of Fuzzy's Hamm's, but DAMN it was amazing. So delish.

Colleen, Amy Jo, Juniper, Maize and Bart (a friend of Amy Jo and Colleen's who finished 34th overall) all headed back to the mainland, but Fuzzy and I stayed on the island to explore. We looked at all the little art galleries and shops and made a couple of purchases. It was so fun. When it was time to head back on the ferry, I was really overwhelmed by just how far we had gone. The ferry ride took about 25 minutes. And we swam that.

Beautiful Lake Superior.

I was on such a high the rest of the day and weekend, and it was such a great experience, I would do it again in a heartbeat. The more we talked to locals, however, the more we learned just what a fluke the beautiful weather was, so maybe it is good to just end on a high note and keep the good memories. :)

Official Results:
Overall Place: 365 out of 412
Place in Gender: 162 of 182
Place in Age Group (30-39): 52 of 54

Here are some of my power songs that got me through the swim (in this order):
You Should Know Better--Robyn
Cobrastyle--Robyn
Pretty Noose--Soundgarden
Bang Bang--K'Naan
That's What's Up--Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

And a final parting shot:

Big Swim

Our big swim is Saturday! It's a 2.1 mile swim to an island in Lake Superior. It'll be awesome but cold. We head up tomorrow and come back Sunday. I am currently trying to decide between having my full range of motion in the water and being cold by swimming without gloves or booties, or sacrificing some of my swim power to stay warmer and conserve heat and keep my hands and feet covered. I will likely make the decision that morning. Either way, I am excited, and SUPER excited for it to be done soon. I love swimming, but this summer has been so nutty, juggling the training with everything else (ahem meat hand) has been a bit challenging.

I'll report in after! Wish us luck!

More Sexism in Running

(My first post about this topic is here.)

I've been wanting to post about this for a while, but I've been so busy lately, that I've not been able to. With today's DUMB FLEET FEET MOMENT, I thought this was the right time to post about this other DUMB FLEET FEET MOMENT that totally infuriated me.

A few months ago, I was driving down Western and passed the Lincoln Square Fleet Feet. This advertisement was in one of their windows (forgive the quality--these were taken through my car window in the winter):

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It's a Saucony ad for a shoe. It features a man running.

"A 10oz WRECKING BALL to Break Through the Wall."

So I get it, so it is a light shoe, and when you are about to hit your physical wall, these shoes will help you get through it. Cool.

This was in the other window:

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It features a woman running.

"The further you go, THE BIGGER THE SUNDAE."

What.
The.
Fuck.

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS WRONG.

For one, rewarding yourself with food is a bad habit to get into, and the concept of "I worked out so I deserve this X" is bullshit. It's a much bigger topic than I can even get into right now, and so many people have done it better than me before.

For an athletic store to promote this way of thinking is irresponsible.

Secondly, why does this have to be the message on the WOMEN's shoe ad? Does Saucony (and subsequently Fleet Feet for posting the advertisement) think that the only reason women work out is because we want to lose weight? Sure, a lot of women do, but a lot of MEN do, too. And in reality, I know a TON of women runners, and do you know why they run? Because they are badasses, because they are determined, because they are overcoming great obstacles, because it makes them feel good, because it can be both an independent and communal experience, because they challenge themselves to be the best they can be. Women runners are strong and powerful. Hardqore. Tougher than nails. And we would also love to depend on a 10oz wrecking ball to break through the wall, too-- and one that ISN'T pink, might I add.

Think about what a more powerful message and ad campaign this would be if it said something like:

"A force as powerful as you are."

YES! I want those shoes!

Instead, Saucony and Fleet Feet are perpetuating harmful gender stereotypes and shaming women into feeling like we all must meet a stupid societal image of weight, health and fitness, and that the only reason we should work out is so we can eat ice cream.

I would like to think that the companies that encourage health and fitness would be the ones who would try to stop this damaging and outdated message, but I guess I am wrong.

WE have to be the ones to fight it.

Double Tri

I did it! I did 2 triathlons in 2 days! I will write more about the experiences later, but for now, I just wanted to post this quick update. Thank you to all my friends and family for the love, support, cheers, and well-wishes that I received! You are amazing!

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Some thoughts the day before Triathlon Weekend

This time last year, I was a machine. I was so well trained for the international distance triathlon, and I had already completed 2 sprints earlier in the summer.

This year....eh, not so much.

It's been a busy summer. Travels, rehearsals, lifestyle changes, no training partner. Last year's summer goal WAS the triathlon, and this year's goal has been to live as much as possible and do as much as I can. Last year, I signed up cause I wanted to, this year I signed up cause it seemed like something I should do. Last year, I had someone keeping me accountable to training. This year, I went about it solo. This year, I compared myself and my dedication to Fuzzy's drive and dedication, which is stupid, cause he is training for a freaking Iron Man. This year, I priortized sleep. I trained, sure, but not to the extent that I should. I never did a brick day. I never went over my distance (1/2 mile swim, 12 mile bike, 3 mile run) for any one event. I am ok with that. I've had other things going on.

I am ready for this weekend to be over so I can stop feeling guilty for not training.

But there is no should, really. Should I have been training more? Who is to say? If I am ok with my level of training, then eff what anyone else says I should or should not do. I will be fine. I know I can do it. It will be hard, but I will do it. And I will have fun doing it and feel amazing afterwards. And then I will be able to breathe easier knowing I don't have this frickin' endeavor floating over my head.

I'll post an update here afterwards, but if you want to track my progress or whatever or whatever, tomorrow in the Supersprint I am #429 in Wave 9 and Sunday in the Sprint I am #1725 in Wave 12.

And who knows, maybe this guy will make an appearance:beard lady.jpg

Training Day 2

Today, I went for a quick 20 minute run in the neighborhood. It went well and felt good. YEAH!

Training Day 1

It turns out that even if earlier in the year, you were training for a 10 mile race, if you essentially take a month off, you have to start from scratch all over again. So today, I went for my first official training run in preparation for the Chicago Sprint Triathlon. I chose the sprint this year instead of the international because I have a busy couple of months ahead of me and I know my limits. So today, even though I put it off and put it off, I suited up and went out for a run in the summer rain. It was just a light sprinkle and it smelled so good outside and it actually felt like summer (since a lof of our days these days have been in the 50s and 60s.) I was out for 34 minutes, mostly running, but doing some walking due to a weakness in my left knee. I need to get on the bike again--it's been since last year's triathlon since I've ridden--and I can't wait to swim in the lake. Come on warm weather!