The Voices in my Head.......
Why? i didn't know. Think i am just a
tad tired. Maybe it is more a smidge let down. Was having lunch with power authoress and agent Deidre Tuesday and she said, "Are you ok?"ok? Why in the world did i have not to be ok? But as we talked, it hit me. I was having tri-withdrawl. Me -- the very average tri-gal -- was deep, it must be very deep in my subconscious, deep down sad this tri-thing was over for 2006. i guess.
Really no reason to race up to Athens Y for swim, race down dixie on bike or hook up headphones to iPod for run.
Certainly no reason to write anymore about this stuff for have done quite enough of that. But when it came down to it, it was just those last few thoughts i couldn't get out of my head. And for what it is worth -- just had to get up out of bed tonight and put them down.
Wasn't eve
n going to write about it. But here i am writing to myself about it. Why? Because of the voices and the faces in my head.Where did it all start? i guess this year for me it was in St. Pete at St. Anthony's.
FYI -- for anyone interested. Just saw on the web site that registration opens 9 a.m. Dec. 1. Registration last year for 3,500 entrants closed in 6 hours.

ok -- this was me in bed night before St. Anthony's race. i guess i wasn't wearing red sweater and tights, but i was really fretful. i was staying in sister's house on bay and all i could hear was the wind howling. i mean raging. and that meant really rough water. i was very nervous gal -- then out of blue phone rang, and it was Coach Karen -- asking me how i was doing.
You don't want to tell Coach who has invested time and effort in you that you are a pathetic reject who is terrified -- but what the heck - i was alone and terrified, so that is what i told her.
One voice i remember from this tri-season was yours Karen. Calming me down. Reminding me that there was no way in Hades i was going down with that seal suit on. thank
s for that K.There we were April 29, 2006. and i made it.
Was talking in potty line before Disney race last weekend. It was a very long line. So got to know the New Jersey crowd waiting in front of me.
Turns out after lots of conversing and lots of waiting the young guy in front of me said that he had given up in St. Pete bay that day. He was pulled out. His friend said that they had to fish at least 50 out. To which i remarked, "i'm glad to hear that."
Which sounded terrible, but i just meant, thank God it wasn't all in my head or that i really wasn't very mediocre tri-girl swimmer. It was pretty rough.
So guess all this tri-stuff is done for 2006. Will just have to hop online Dec.1 and hope to get in to tackle St. Pete on April 29, 2007 -- 7 months from today.
But just got up to give a few last thanks to the voices i couldn't get out of my head last Sunday during race. So here they are short and sweet.
The swim and
voice #1 Jeff Davis. Here you are coming in from what surely was great bike at Sandestin. i remembered your voice and sage advice after your great swim there at beach this August.

"Don't stop so much to look for the frickin' buoys." (ok -- you probably didn't say frickin')
You really didn't say anything the sort. I just always somewhat curse when referring to those frickin' huge orange floating things.
"Don't look to the buoys. Trust yourself. Follow the swim caps. Keep your head down and just keep swimming." expert swimmer and former Olympian Jeff Davis.
Great advice. Kept that in my head out there in water. Now i need your help on swinging too wide to get around folks -- but guess there is always room for improvement. Think it really helped me. And i did try to trust myself more and just swim -- darn it.
the bike, Voice #2
Jevon Kearse
ok -- it probably wasn't actually Jevon Kearse because think he is having major knee problems right now, but it certainly looked a heck of a lot like him -- if he was on bike in middle of triathlon at Disney.i was cruising somewhat along about mile 17 of bike portion when along side me i heard,
" if you'd ever straighten those legs out girl -- you'd fly."
i looked to my left and there was all beautifully sculpted 10 feet of Jevon sailing by with smile on his bike.
"Thanks, Jevon" "You are soooo right." was my reply. And the sad thing was i knew exactly what he was talking about. i have developed this dreadful habit of frogging my legs way out when i pedal. Not really up and down piston-like as would be good bike form. Well, i straightened those legs out and was so inspired that i caught up to Mr. African American beautiful statue and passed him.
Now forever on bike in races i will remember voice#2. "Straighten those legs out girl -- and you'll fly." and i'll remember Jevon's smile. He had a great smile.
Voice # 3 Smarty Jones
ok -- this is race horse Smarty Jones. i think he won the Kentucky Derby a few years back. Unfortunately for my neighbor, Rob Jones, this is the name by which my husband always refers to him.

Therefore i do not think of him as Rob -- i think of him as Smarty. But he (Rob) is not a horse -- though he is really very fast. He really is. I know it is amazing -- but he can move.
(i mean Rob can move,
well -- i guess the horse can move pretty fast too).
Recently, Smarty and his lovely bride Trish came by while i was on porch. During course of neighbor chat, Rob mentioned that he had seen me running and observed that i basically was running like a moron.
Ok -- Now he is the GA Tech engineer type --
and he was getting into lots of bio mechanics in his dissection of my running form, but the bottom line is i was running stupid.And that my hapless form was making this already slow runner quite the snail.
Well, i took his advice to heart and kept trying to follow the Smarty Scuffle all through my last 6 miles on Sunday.
In St. Pete and Chattanooga i did my 10k in 1:05:30. i did my race Sunday in 58:44.
Almost 7 minutes in triathlon time is huge.
i can't tell you how unbelievable that is. Thanks Smarty. i guess that is why i went to SMU for a film degree and you learned to build Saturn V rockets at Tech.

Have to say favorite moment of race was leaving transition from bike to run and just as i was about to step out of fence a ref motioned to me, "Your helmet is still on."
i would have looked like most excellent and veteran tri-gal cruising along to a PR on my 10k time wearing my bike helmet.
And it was so incredibly hot. i would have totally ejected my nice red helmet somewhere along the shadeless sun-blaring way to Epcot. Thirty some-odd dollars gone. But what if no one had told me it was still on? oh dear. Major tri-style faux paus. Unforgivable really.
ok -- so it was so hot. so very hot finishing it up. And at the end, i had nothing.
Usually there is something, but on Sunday i had nothing. Gal with a 41 on left calf passed me with less than 1/4 mile to go. i thought,"She'll finish ahead of me on list." But i had nothing to answer -- and she did indeed finish 10 sec and a spot a head of me.
So there i was -- about ready to throw-up and cry because cute gal age 41 in red just passed me and i knew she was going to stay there and be a spot ahead on race results when i heard..
Voice #4 -- Coach Karen

"Yeah, Jamie -- you look great."
i looked up and saw sweet Karen there in brown shirt and khaki shorts. Remember thinking i must try to muster some sort of smile for i couldn't let you see how woeful i was really feeling.
i slogged the few more yards to finish doing Smarty's Shuffle -- then found my way back to you.
Your Rick was long gone. For he was in 1st wave. He had gone back to room with girls to shower and check out, and you waited for me.
Now to be honest, i really think i am quite self-sufficient gal. And i was enjoying doing this thing by myself -- but looking back on it -- you staying behind and being lone voice for me at finish will be something i will never forget.
i was done for -- practically crying -- and you were there. You whipped out your cell and we called john and everything was better.
ok -- i know this certainly is not the best, most clever, entertaining thing i have ever penned. But it really is probably one of the truest and bluest.
And from now on, during these silly things i will always carry your voices with me in my head and your voices in my heart.
much love and thanks -- Jeff, Jevon, Smarty and Karen
from me -- very aspiring tri-gal who sometimes has to be reminded to remove bike helmet before run. (guess that most helpful guy should be all important voice #5.)


















































