Lex Gedeon: Road to Ironman Blog 7

1:59:32.

I have had a goal in my head since I was nineteen years old (I’m twenty six), that I would break a two hour half marathon. My dad and I ran our first in 2012 with a time like…2:31 or 2:29 or something. Ever since my first run, I decided I was breaking two hours, even if it killed me.

Saturday I was on cloud 9 (after breaking down because I kept getting lost in Toledo and couldn’t find John). I watched Magic Mike destroy his first 5k, the kids absolutely KILL their kid run, and pick up my packet for the Glass City Half Marathon on Sunday. It was a beautiful day and overall incredibly positive. I was so proud. I got to be the cool aunt who gets to experience all the happiness and joy of being around kids, but then got to give them back. It was perfect.

Sunday rolls around. 4:15am wake up. Make some food. Meet at Carrie’s to drive up to Toledo. I’m exhausted. I don’t feel well. My nose is all runny and gross. It’s pouring. I was not excited…until I started to see a ton of people walking the streets with their bib numbers showing. After shitting and peeing like twelve times (each), John, Jay, Carrie, and I finally made our way to the starting line. Naturally, we showed up just as we were about to start. Sounds about right.

The first three miles were a game of Frogger. It was constant weaving in and out of people and trying to establish a consistent pace. Somehow, the four of us stayed together…until Gramps (aka John) pulled off to use the bathroom three miles in. Mile four and I was in hell. Mental and physical hell. I was not the cocky runner that I started off as at the beginning of the day. I was the “please Lord baby Jesus help me not fall over” runner. Mile five I had a shot block thing and felt a little bit better, but it did not last long. By mile six, John caught back up. At that point, I was behind either Carrie, Jay, or John staring at their calves and openly muttering “plus one” to myself. Plus one step. Plus one mile. Then came mile ten. There was no more plus one. Jay turned to give me another block thing and asked if I was okay. *Begin panting and wheezing* NO.

Anyone who knows me knows I suffer from some pretty intense anxiety. It has now gotten to the point that I panic when I exercise. Know how people breathe when they’re having an asthma attack? That was me. Jay asked me if I wanted to stop. I said no. He asked me what my favorite Harry Potter movie was. I said ;KDFJA;LKJFAL;DK (aka incoherent babbling) and then held up three fingers (the third one is dope). At some point, the panic subsided and I just kept running. The whole time. Even up the stupid hill around mile 12. Then what did I do? I sprinted the last quarter mile. Somehow. Guess what? I finished in 1:59:32. Twenty-eight seconds under my goal. Did Jay know I was going to sprint? No…haha. I didn’t either. I just knew I had a goal and I was going to do it.

But what I learned about this is NOT how to run a half marathon sub-two hours. I learned that I can do things. I have underestimated myself WAY more than I have let on. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to do an Ironman partly because of the mental aspect of it. I didn’t feel tough enough. If anything, I learned that I’m one strong badass chick. Not many people can struggle through for nine miles, panic and hyperventilate, but still not quit. For the first time in a STUPID long time, I can honestly say I am proud of myself. I’m so proud of what not only I, but WE accomplished that day. We made a point—we’re tough af.

I haven’t been happier than the moment I realized we made it in a LONG time. True happiness. Pushing myself to do something I didn’t know I could do. Accomplishing the goal. Surrounding myself with the people I do. I have become a more authentic and happy person through this process. Training for this Ironman has been the best thing that could have happened to me. It has taught me discipline, two new skills (biking and swimming), time management, and to ENJOY THE JOURNEY. And that last one, my friends, is going to be applied to the rest of my life. If, for any reason, I don’t finish Ironman Ohio 70.3, it WON’T be because I quit. I can tell you that for sure.

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Road to Ironman: Jay Blog 5

I get so caught up in the moment, I forget that we are all the sum of all of our actions. Above is a snapshot of my last seven days. The run is purposefully behind as we are set to do the Glass City Half Marathon on Sunday.

Why do I get so caught up in the moment? Society has made it normal to look for the quick fix. It’s easy to get lost in the what everyone else is doing, we are all addicted to social platforms. In reality we are the sum of everything we do. Daily, weekly, monthly, yearly, etc.

In this seven day snapshot, I have done over the distance of the Ironman Swim, I will have done right at or over the distance of the bike (if everything goes to plan) after Saturday and then Sunday I will have done the full amount of the run. So if I ignore that instant gratification of killing myself with volume, just because I’m having a shitty day. I will be fine.

In saying that, this week was a motherfucker! I started it off just fine with a nice cross training workout Monday morning and then a swim before flying out Monday night to St. Louis. Tuesday after a meeting, I flew to San Antonio and hit a three mile run and three hundred pushups before going to my dinner meeting. Wednesday was a planned rest day.

Thursday, I flew and drove all day then immediately jumped on the bike for a sixteen mile ride. It didn’t feel good and I decided to forego my crosstrain session (hey look at me, I swallowed my ego).

Friday I did some cross training in the morning and then hit my thousand yard test swim at lunch. It didn’t feel good but I got it done in fifteen minutes. Stay the course and stay in my lane. This shit is about the long game, not what I do daily.

Thanks for reading and as always… I can’t doesn’t exist.

Jay

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Lex Gedeon: Road to Ironman Blog 6

“Hey!  I hear you run.  Wanna do a relay?”

That was the first day I really started talking in the gym.  Oddly enough, my ability to muster up enough strength to run a half marathon is what made me start speaking up.  What people may also find odd is that I never used to speak when I went in for workouts.  I went to my corner, smiled when people said hi, and silently suffered while trying to look like I wasn’t dying.

But how did I get there?  I’ve been so focused on my road to Ironman that I never thought about how that even started to happen.  I’ve been at JG3 since August of 2018.  How did I sign up for an Ironman 70.3 in December that same year?  I never told anyone this, but starting was not pretty.

Being twenty-five years old trying to excel at a tough job and living with your parents is mentally taxing enough (I had a set plan to be married by twenty-four and be in a dope career loving life – JK).  Add in the fact that I did not have friends to hang out with without driving a half hour, and it made it worse.  Also add in that I ended my relationship of almost three years (He had kids.  Horrible double whammy.) and it escalated.  I was more alone than I ever knew I could feel.  Finally, one day I broke down.  Not just a “lay in bed and contemplate life” break down.  I’m talking ugly sobbing in my parents’ bed wondering how the actual hell I’m supposed to keep living like this.  I told them how this is not the life I wanted for myself.  How I was alone…all the time.  I went to work, I coached and went to the local YMCA by myself, then I came home.  That night, on the night I finally broke, I looked up membership information for JG3.  I liked to work out and was desperate to try anything at that point.  Morgan always posted pictures and videos about it, so why not?  Guys, this was my LAST attempt.  I didn’t know if I could keep going if something didn’t change.  Thank goodness it did.

It took eight shitty half marathons to be recognized as someone who could run in a relay.  It took one event to get me hooked.  It took one day of laughing that our female team was the fastest – and none of us, minus Hannah, considered ourselves “runners.”  (We also missed the hand off at leg three because Amanda decided to CRUSH her leg of the race—but that’s another story.) It took one Stat competition to experience the positivity of Joe P.  It took that one day surrounded by a group of amazing people at The Melt afterward to realize who I had in my corner.  Why wouldn’t I follow these people?  Why wouldn’t I work hard with a positive team?  Why wouldn’t I try things that scare me? 

Now here I am—in a gym I love with five other people training for something that I used to think was impossible.  This week, after experiencing negativity from a grown-ass woman (more grown-ass than me) I almost thought it was impossible again.  Despite all of that, I’m back to listening to motivating podcasts, sticking to Jay’s plan, and reaching out to people when I need to.  I successfully got back in the pool this week, got up at 4:30am to run the other day, coached a bunch of tennis matches, learned how to deal with some adversity, got in my bike (even though I had to do it indoors) and still manage to get some time in to watch Harry Potter before bed.  Things are good, but they aren’t perfect.  Every day has its moments, but I’ve figured out how to get through.  I’m being smart, but still pushing.  Now to figure out how to train in the rain…

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Road to Ironman: Episode 6

We had a brief audio glitch (First 3 minutes) and our video file was corrupted. Here is episode 6 though:

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Road to Ironman 70.3: Jay Blog 4

You find out a lot about yourself in times of uncertainty. Anxiety is something I’ve always battled. It has gotten better over the years because I continuously put myself in situations that are uncomfortable. I’ve just learned how to deal with it.

Monday, I snapped the above picture as I was sitting in the waiting area for my throat scope. I have had a lot of issues digesting food lately and there was a lot of uncertainty as to what could be causing it. As I sat there reflecting, I realized how far I had come and how great physical tests can push your mental boundaries. Yes, I had a mini freak out about two seconds before they put me under. That was the extent of it. In the past it would have ruined my entire weekend.

No real answers yet. I have an ulcer in my stomach that they are testing. It is not stress related but they aren’t sure what is causing it (possible food allergy is what they told Debbie). In the end, I am grateful to be moving towards answers.

Tuesday, I eased back into working out with some cross-training followed by a horrible swim. Then after my son’s baseball practice, Kyle and I ran five miles on a pretty descent pace. It was the first day in a while I felt ok. That was nice but it also reminded me how dumb our minds can get. The goal is to simply finish the Ironman 70.3. So why the fuck am I training so hard so early? Burnout is a real thing and if I’m not careful, it can consume me mentally.

Wednesday I just did the team workout with Craig Mincer and then worked on life projects. After realizing that I was being stupid with my training. It felt good to just reset my brain and do what was fun. No more stress.

Thursday I swam about 1400 yards, didn’t feel so great so I called it early. Then did the tabata cross training workouts. Thursday has become one of my favorite days to coach. We use unconventional pieces of equipment, like maces/kettlebells/battle ropes and just have fun. Then at seven, I jump in with the England family and hit a nice workout.

I’m writing this on Friday and we are to have shitty weather the majority of the weekend. I’m not sure what else I will get in but I’m not stressed. The goal is still by May 12 to be able to comfortably do a 750m swim into a 22 mile bike into a 5k run. All of which are already easy distances for me. Stay in my lane.

Thanks for reading and as always…. I can’t doesn’t exist.

Jay

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