Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Huskisson 2, My First Triathlon, a Long Course Tri

I woke at 5:30am to get ready for my first ever Triathlon, the Huskisson Long Course Triathlon. Most people work their way through the distances of the Triathlon, the Enticer, the Sprint, the Olympic and then move to the Long Course. But I decided that I am already an endurance runner, so surely a Long Course is my distance, to soon be followed by a full Iron Man after I meet all the qualifying cut offs. I'm an Australian, this is our sport, I must be able to do this.
The Long Course Tri distance at Huskisson 2 (the distance can change depending on the course) is a 2km Swim, 83km Bike Ride and a 20km Run. I bought my first bike as an adult in August 2011 for my 33rd birthday, I had not been on a bike in 20 years. I had never worn cleats before, I had never used gears or hand breaks. When I was in the bike store trying out the bike and cleats I stacked it into all the 10 thousand dollar bikes in the show room. I had to have the sales assistants walk on either side of me, holding me up while I rode my new bike though the store. I had a long way to go before I would even be able to ride on the road, let alone race it. I stacked it every time I put my cleats on. I just could not get them on the pedals or off them quick enough. I was constantly grazing my knees, shoulders, wrists, and bruising my joints. Just before the GNW 100km in November, I stacked it twice whilst ridding in the city.
In October I decided that I needed swimming lessons, I love breast stroking, but this was not going to get me 2km in the cut off time, so when my kids were having their swimming lessons, I took some of my own. I could barely swim 50m in the pool. How was I going to swim 2km. But I knew I was fit enough, I just needed to build the correct muscles for swimming and work on my technique. I entered the Bondi to Bronte in December, 2.5km Ocean Swim, I almost died of Hyperthermia, it took me 1 hour and 3 minutes in horrendous conditions, gale forced winds.  But it toughened me up. I then entered the Cole Classic in Feb, which also improved my mental toughness as I swam 2km in the ocean on a day where most, if not all the beaches were closed across Sydney. The 2km swim took me 54 minutes. I had to get better.
I started to ride my bike more often with my husband, he killed me, he could beat me up the climbs, thrash me ridding down them, and his skill level was much higher than mine. You could really tell I had not been on my bike in my teenage years. I started taking my bike to Pt sessions, and after I finished a session with a client, I would go for a ride. We traveled down to Huskisson to complete the course, to test out the gear. We then found a great ride we could do near my Mum's house, so Mikey and I could ride together and Mu  could look after the kids. The 3 gorges, Galston, Berowra and Turramurra (Bobbin Head) Gorge 59km of just the most beautiful scenery. I was soon smashing Mikey on the climbs and staying with him on the descents. I then got some race wheels, new tyres and I found that my times improved even more. A week before the Triathlon Mikey bought me some aero bars. I tried them out on the Gorges ride, they were really hard to control, but the day before the race, I gave them another go and realised I could channel all my leg power though the pedals and not lose any energy through my upper body. I trailed my Tri-suit and my transition gear again, I was ready. 
The day before the the big day, I picked up my race pack, got my bike serviced by the Shimano Mechanics, dropped my bike off into transition, then headed back to the campsite at Green Patch Jervis Bay. I rested there out of sight of the Triathlon Festival that was happening in Huski. I ate my quinoa, rice, dates. Drank electrolytes, avoided the leeches that were hunting our family, and got to bed early. 
On the event day, I arrived at Huski an hour before the briefing, packed my things in the transition area. I soon realised that I had lost my goggles, I never have any luck with my goggles. I had to buy new ones from the expo tent before the race, feeling really stupid, but there is just so much gear you have to remember. Tri-suit, watch, compression socks, goggles, swimming cap, tri-belt, raced numbers, bike, cleats, helmet, sunglasses socks, running shoes, cap, hydration, nutrition. The new Eyeline goggles,  ended up being better than my other goggles, I found my old goggles after the swim leg, that's life. After my wardrobe malfunction, I felt relaxed, no pressure on me today, I just had to go out there and do my best, I was not lining up for a race as one of the favourites, it was just Shona, who was again just giving something go. Competing in a Triathlon has been a goal of mine ever since watching TV as a kid, growing up watching the Nutral Grain Ads on TV. It was nice to be finally in a position to be able to compete in a Triathlon. I gave my self small goals for the Long Course, under 50 minutes for the swim, less than 3 hours for the bike and about 1.5 hours for the run.
It was time to race, I walked down to the bay, ate my gels, drank my energy drink, it is hard fuelling for the swim leg. But I made sure I had more in my system, than not enough, knowing that I was going to be out there for  a while. I warmed up in the cold water and I soon realised that I have made my first rookie mistake of not wearing a wet suit. Everyone else was wearing one, it makes them more buoyant, thus faster in the water, and it saves energy. Bugger. I will have to buy on for next time. I did not let this worry me, I'd swam 2 ocean swims, so I knew I would be okay, I was just going to lose time on the other girls. I swam out to the start line and with in a few minutes I was off. The crowd and the speed of the group was amazing, I just did my hardest to stay afloat, and I tried my hardest to follow the stream of swimmers whilst holding my positioning the pack. The sound the wave of swimmers made in the water was like a rumbling freight train. I felt overwhelmed, but I was okay the water was flat compared to what I had swam in. Only the waves that the other swimmers made it hard to breathe over. The pack soon thinned out and I ignored my tired arms, and the sick feeling I was experiencing in my gut, and tried my hardest to find a rhythm. For the first 25m I breathed every 4 or 5 strokes, I then cut back to breathing every 2nd stroke, allowing myself time to warm up get comfortable and when I had swam 500m, I was able to breathe every 3 strokes, and I was soon passing the buoys. I was doing it, I was making ground and I was swimming fast for me. I tried my hardest to concentrate on my stroke length and my pull under the water, and just tried to float my legs out behind me. I chased the bobbles down when I had a chance, trying to stream line my swim. I soon made it up and out of the water in 218th position, 3rd last of the female finishers, in a time of 47 minutes, but a 7 minute improvement on my Cole Classic 2km Swim Time only 2 weeks ago. I heard a few people cheer my name as I got up and out of the water, and I was so proud of my effort. I cheered as I ran out of the water, "47 Minutes, Woooo Hooo!".
I found my legs, and ran up the beach, flew up the stairs and hooned to my bike. I had a slight sinking feeling when it looked like my bike was one of the only ones left in the transition area. I sat down on my towel and dried myself off, whilst eating a gel, drinking some electrolytes, putting on my socks, cleats, helmet, sunglasses, race belt with my nutrition in it. I ran out of the gates. I mounted my bike, switched gears and I was off and loving it. I spotted my Husband and my two kids as I flew around the round about and I was off my my chase. I had so much ground to make up, but I wanted to give it a go.
I settled into my bike, using my new aero bars, and took note of what the other riders were doing. Drafting was not allowed, but as soon as I hit a group of girls it look alike 2 were drafting each other. I did my best to stay out of their way and before long a marshal on a motor bike was whizzing up behind them and giving them a warning. I stayed out of trouble and I tried my hardest to keep up with these girls, who were in a faster wave, as their number suggested. But they were soon too strong for me and they were lost. I moved through my gears and I was amazed that my leg strength had improved so much since the last outing here that I was able to keep my cadence up nice and high in the big gear. I made an effort to get up and out off my saddle towards the top of the climbs and tried my hardest to fly down the descents pedalling the entire way. I was passing people constantly, and I was feeling great. I ate 1/2 way around the course, and near the start of each lap, drank every 15 minutes and tried to look after my energy levels. I was feeling good, I even broke out into song by Boy and Bear, Feeding Line. I was flying, when do you get 1/2 a road to yourself in Sydney? Riding in this Triathlon was bliss. No traffic, no stop signs, no lights, no dick heads cutting you off. Just you and your bike and a heap of people to pass. I did try and make and effort to say "Hi" to everyone I passed, and I was even cheering on the super fast guys who people passing me. I thanked all the volunteers on every lap and I was on a high. It was so much fun, speeding around the circuit as fast as I could. Only running down trails in the Blue Mountains is as fun as this. I completed 3 laps of a 27km circuit , coming to 83kms in 2 hours and 50 minutes. I had improved my position. I pulled up to stop and get off my bike. I smashed my knee into the frame of my bike, took a step and almost fell over. My quads were dead. 
I wobbled and I ran. I was not sure of transition etiquette but I tried my hardest to be polite and not bump into anyone. Again my heart sank a little as I noticed that almost all the bikes were back into position. But I was off and running. I  hung up my bike, flipped of my shoes, chucked tucked of my helmet, grabbed my cap, drunk from some electrolyte mix, grabbed my gel bag and shoved it down my bra, and did my best to put on my shoes. My feet had swollen up from over almost 4 hours of exercise and my shoes were now almost 2 sizes too small. I was in agony. I had 20km to run and I knew it was going to hurt. I spotted Mikey and my kids, they were on the swings next to the course playing, Mikey was taking photos. I rolled down the first hill, spotted Julie, my 2XU rep and she cheers for me with a concerned face, I think she was a bit worried about me, and how I was going. I ran around the  first turn around and almost did not understand to pick up the yellow lap bracelet, to prove I had run each lap in full. I then used this as a guide to see how I was going. Seein which competitors had the yellow and red bracelets on their arms. I ran on a spotted a "6 Footer" , and cheered for him, I then spotted my first ever Oxfam Team Mate Millie, who I saw earlier in the morning. She was an amazing athlete, and she was beating me by about 20 minutes. I high fived her and did my best to try and run her down. It was just a slight up hill but after the time on the bike, your quads just did not fire like usual, so I shuffled as fast as I could to get to the top, I was passing people the entire time. I hit the 5km turn around and I was feeling okay, but not great. The crowd was thinning out, the other compeitors were starting to walk, cramp, vomit and just stop. I tried to focus on my running action but the time I had spent on my legs was wearing me down. My feet were killing me, I had a massive blister under my big toe and I could barely feel my big toe. I was wiggling my toes when I was running trying to get the blood flowing back up my leg. I even stopped to adjust it. The atmosphere of the event was starting to die, it was a war of attrition, some of these competitors had been on their feet for close to 7 hours. 
I ran past Naomi and Jodie again, who are online running buddies, they cheered for me and I did my best to look like I was having fun, they had stayed out to come and see me. I ran past the start finish line, wishing it was time for me to stop, but I still had 10km to go. I continued on down to the turn around and picked up the last red bracelet. I climbed back up the tiny hill and just tired to hold it together. Small mouthfuls of vomit were starting to come up, every few kilometres I was chucking just little vommeys. My chest was starting to cramp up. I had drunk too much water, and the Dextro electrolyte mix was starting to look like the good option for me. So at every 2km I drank the salt sugar mix and it spurred me on. There was another race going on. A wheelchair race, a wheel chair rider came flying past and he was almost hit by a car, at one of the street crossings. I could not believe that the marshals let the car cross the course at that stage. The wheel chair rider came off this wheel chair and needed help to be put back in so he could continue. I thought this was terrible. Surely more respect should have been given to this amazing guy in his own race.
I kicked it on as best as I could trying to make sub 5 minute kilometres, but could not manage it. I looked at my watch and I noticed I had covered 103kms. I did not even think about the entire distance when I started the race, this was a bit of a shock to me. The fight had left me and I was just hot, blistered, and wanting it all to finish. The dismal run of death for most of the competitors continued. 
In the last 2 kilometres the cramp rate was insane, people were just having to stop running and walk to finish. But I was still okay, I had recovered, just enough. I was in one of the last waves of competitors, and I was catching all the slower athletes, it was really unsettling seeing the pain on their faces. Watching how hard they had to work to get to the finish. I am use to being up the front with the faster athletes, so I think I was slowed a bit, just by the lack of energy and motivation left in the field. My chest cramp had left me, I was still able to put on a happy face and look like I was finishing strong. I was well under my anaerobic threshold, but my feet and legs were just exhausted. The ground felt so hard and hot, every step hurt. I rolled into the finish line, heard my name being called by the MC and it was over. 
It was tough. So tough. 5 hours and 14 minutes and 35 seconds on your legs trying to go as fast as you can will always be tough. 2km Swim 47 min, 83km Bike 2 hours 50 minutes and the 20km run, 1 hour 36 minutes. If you asked me after the race wether I was going to do one again I would have said no. But, just like most challenges to me, it is a bit like child birth. I am so proud of my efforts, and I am keen to do one again, ASAP. I can't wait to try and beat my time. It was a race that really does not suit my strengths. I am  doing a race that took my best asset away from me, my agility, but the training has allowed me to spend more time with my husband, and kids.  I have even inspired my Husband, Mikey to go and get swimming lessons. What I like about Triathlons is that there is a category for men over 100 Kilos called the Clydesdales, and for women over 70 Kilos called Athena's. They start in an earlier wave than me, so they are not the last people finishing the course. I think that is really awesome. It's not just about the little girls  like me or the amazingly fit guys, it's about everyone giving it a go and challenging themselves. From the tiny runners, to the robust swimmers to the powerful cyclist, to wheelchair competitors. That is what life is about. No excuses , just get out there and do it.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Mt Solitary, Inov8 Roc Lite 268 and Dead Wombat Creek

  Finally the torrential rain in Sydney had stopped just in time for my clients and I to run the Sun Run 6.5km Dee Why to Manly Beach. I then headed from the Beach at Manly to the Wentworth Falls in the Blue Mountains, to Run to Mt Solitary and back again, about 30 plus kilometres. I wanted test the Inov8 Roc Lite 268. I had see if they will with hold the impact of me flying the down Kedumba Fire Train. I also wanted to check out the climb on the Mt Solitary Circuit and get some hard kilometres under my city girl legs.

I managed to convince Mia, to come out with me, she has entered 6 Foot Track, and needs the training. We headed out late, we hit the track at about 11:30am the sun was shining, the sky was a stunning blue, it was getting hot as we were leaving the cold, damp cliffs of the Wentworth Falls area, climbing up onto the Kings Tableland, I was soon stripping off my singlet and running just in my bra. We passed a group of tourist, I thought I would ask the Tour Guide for directions. "Where is your map?" He said in a caustic tone.  I giggled, as a map would not help you in this area, there is just a maze he was clearly having a bad day, taking 20 tourist to the falls. He was stressed out, grumpy and in a foul mood. He did not help us, which I thought was really rude, as a trail runner, I always try and help out. We took a few wrong turns, but we soon were flying down the Kings Tableland Road, past the old Queen Victoria Hospital and onto the fire trail.
Mia and I kept stopping to chat to other walkers, I guess we were a sight, 2 hot 30ish year old supper fit runners in their prime heading out together, me in just my bra and my compressions and Mia with her amazing chest and her hot pink running belt were a sight for an old walkers eyes. No wonder we were stopped. I ran with Mia for the first 7kms, we dropped some water at the top of the Kedumba Fire trail and then I had to leave her. I released my breaks and I flew down the Kedumba Fire Trail, loving my Roc Lite 268. They felt great. My foot could move in all directions to accommodate the uneven surface. I could take the impact on the balls of the feet and enjoyed the smooth ride down the monstrous descent of 850m. I was having a ball, the shoes felt great and they offered enough protection from the sharp fire trail stones for my sensitive feet. (2010 I had to take 4 months off running to rehab stress fractures). 

I waited for Mia at the Junction on the trail, and once Mia caught up we turned right and followed the trail deeper into the valley, and soon came across the Mount Solitary Walking Route. We decided to run to Chinaman's Cave. So off we went, I stayed with Mia through this section, not wanting her to get lost. Her eyesight is not as sharp as mine and the trail was really difficult to follow. After 2km of a winding single man track we came across a creek. It was fast flowing, mud brown and up to our hips. Technically we should not have entered the dirty creek, but we took a gamble, picked the best spot to enter the rapids and we were soon back on dry land and re-joined to the trail on the other side. We both took a few steps and smelt death. Something was dead. The oh so wrong, revolting smell and the thought of leeches being everywhere was enough to get me up and running again. So with the fear of death and leeches in my head I was off and climbing up to the top of Mount Solitary.
The Roc Lite's were so good at gripping to the wet clay surface that whilst I was climbing up the amazingly steep ridge onto Mt Solitary I noticed how well they adapted to the surface. I was so impressed that I was compelled to take a photo of the terrain and the Inov8 Roc Lite 268. They ate their way up the side for the mountain. I was loving the new freedom the shoes gave me. Finally, a shoe that was light weight, supportive and with amazing grip. My foot was free to make contact with the  slope at any angle it wished, so I was able to run up most of the climb. Well enough of the climb, until I started to have to watch out for leeches at the Bush Stairs close to the top.

 At the top of the 1000m climb I stopped and asked a couple of medical students take my photo. About 10 of them were nested up on the mountain. I chatted to them for some time, they told me about a dead wombat they had seen close to the creek at the base of the mountain. That must have been that bad smell we had noticed on our way up. I waited for Mia to join me. It soon became apparent that they were all covered with leeches. One by one they spotted a leech on their legs, stomachs, shoulders, backs, they started pulling them off each other. One guy found one down his pants. So he started to undress. The group was starting to gross me out. I was leech free, and I wanted to keep it that way. I was fast enough to keep them off me though the bush I was not going to hang around these guys any more. They were leech magnets. "Mia, Miiiiiiaaaaaa" I shouted down the cliff. I had been stopped for some time and I wanted to get moving again. After a few more shouts she appeared. She had been attached by just one leech on her shin. It had already dropped off her. We ate a gel and took off along the ridge deeper into the Mountain. I wanted to clock up about 36kms, the same as the Megalong Mega. But clearly these kms were worth more than Kms on the 6 Foot Track, and Mia was starting to look tired, so when my GSP clocked up 15.5kms Mia and I decided to head back down off the Mountain. I did have a 2km Ocean Swim the next day, the Cole Classic, so I took the sensible option and headed back.

 Again the Roc Lite 268 were amazing, gripping on the soft clay, helping me descend off the steep ridge of the mountain. The heal gripped nicely into the soil, as I slid my way off the canyon and back down to the creek below. I stayed with Mia, making sure we both got to the creek safely. Mia, was adamant that she was drinking out of "a" creek that day. She had drunk out of Nellies Glen whilst on the 6 Foot Track, and wanted to drink some cold mountain water. I suggested that she did not, seeing that the water was dirty, we had had so much rain and who knows what was in there. I was worried about what had run off into the brown creek. She still had water in her hydration pack and we had more stashed up at the 7km to go mark. But Mia is a nature girl, a bit of a hippy and very stubborn, so there was no way I could convince her otherwise, so she drank out of the creek.
With in seconds of drinking, we walked a couple of metres and smelt something dead. Fuck. "It must be that dead wombat those medical students were talking about. Mia, you've just drunk out of Dead Wombat Creek". Man, she could be in real trouble soon. I just hoped that the part that she drank out of was not contaminated.
We crossed the creek, which we now affectionally named "Dead Wombat Creek", and headed back to Kedumba. Mia was going slowly, and I am shit scared of leeches, so I jumped in the lead and ran  up the climb about to the fire trail of Sublime Ridge.
I was enjoying the climb, I was also testing out my UltrAspire Pack out again. It was a stinking hot day and I was wet with sweat, and it seemed that I was only going to get one minor chaff mark on the lower middle part of my back. Next time I will have to apply more Paw, Paw ointment on my back. My shoulders, ribs were all clear so this as a positive for me. 
Once on the Fire Trail I found a eroded boulder to sit on and text my husband and friends about my adventures. After some time I soon started to spot leeches in the leaf litter, I was surrounded, marooned on my island boulder. Man I've remained leech free for 21km, and I have to wait, I'm just leech bate sitting here. Hurry up Mia, "Mia, Miiiiiiaaaa", I called out into the forest. In just the nick of time, when a leech was attaching it's self to the bottom of my Inov8 shoes Mia appeared from the trail, but not from the opening of the trail, she was a appeared few meters off course bush bashing her way through the vegetation. This made me giggled. She must be out of it, to loose the track so close to the junction. What a nutter.
"Mia, thank god your here, I'm being attacked by leeches!". Well one tiny leech was trying to attack me. I dragged it aggressively through the dirt to hopefully kill it and remove it from my shoe.
"I've been chucking for the last 5 minutes, I think that water was bad, I drank out of Dead Wombat Creek, I'm going to be slow." Fuck, I thought we were 10km from my car, and Mia was clearly sick. 
"I'll run back to the car and drive back and pick you up, you just walk out, you have water 3kms up the road, you will be O'kay, can you have a gel?" I asked.
"Nah, I can't hold anything down." Mia express looking a bit stressed.
With this I was off running up the steep climb of Kedumba. I counted my steps up to 100 up the climb forging out a rhythm. The climb is straight up  for 850m on a wide fire trail. I  used up my last supplies of water just before my re-fill point at the 7km away from my car back at Wentworth Falls Car Park. I swopped water bottles and loved having my Sustain mix back again. I had been eating Nunns (Hydration tablet) for the last hour, but they fizzed up my nose. Sustain just makes my muscles feel nice. With my new supplies on board I was up and running, I felt great. My shoes felt springy on the hard surface, and I was enjoying stretching my legs and getting a kick on the road past the Queen Victoria Hospital. I ran up Kings Tableland Rd, I spotted a bucket on the side of the road, which will later come in handy, and turned left to rejoin the bush track to head back to Wentworth Falls. I passed 2 women walking their dogs and recognised, and greeted the local, who I had seen the last time I was running in the area. I hit the single man track again, hooned down the steps, past over Wentworth Falls and remembered the finish of TNF and tried to run as fast as I could back to the car to save Mia.
I  jumped in the car and drove back to get Mia. I found Mia at the Queen Victoria Hospital, looking like she had lost weight. She had a leech mark on her groin, one on her shin and with further inspection she had another 2 leeches on the heals of her feet inside her shoes. Nasty.
"Do you have a bucket in your car?" She asked, looking green as can be.
"Nah, but I saw a bucket on the side of the road up ahead, a pink one, you know those little buckets from the 80s, what were they called?" I said relieved that I take notice of what I  pass when I am running.
"An Itty Bitty Bin?" Mia said with a laugh.
"Yeah, and Itty Bitty Bin, it's just up ahead."Too Funny, and Itty Bitty Bin, the craze form the 80s, was  going to save my car form vomit. We removed the leeches from Mia's feet and we drove on and picked up the Itty Bitty Bin from the side of the road, and started the long drive back to Sydney. I hogged into the cookies. Offering Mia one, but knowing that they were all mine. She was feeling to sick to eat, excellent, I get them all of my awesome cookies, I thought not at all feeling guilty.
As we were driving back, Mia was belching, and looking sicker and sicker, the curvy roads of the Blue Mountains were making her stomach churn. She puked into the Itty Bitty Bin, and I had to pull over at Woodford to let her chuck freely. Man she was sick. If she drank any water, it was coming back up 10-15 minutes later. I only had gastro stops in the car. I had Maxalon's at home, but we had to drive all the way back to Sydney to get them. She emptied the bin of the spew contents into the weeds on the side of the road and got back in to car and we set off again.
I had lost it by now, everything seemed amusing, I had been awake since 5am, and I had run 39kms that day, (including the Sun run and Running back an extra few kms before I could catch a taxi) , on Oats, cookies, and a few gels. I was low on glucose and my brain was fried. Mia was worried she was making me feel sick. I thought it was just funny, she drunk out of Dead Wombat Creek, I was happy it was not me spewing for once. In the last month I had a really bad case of food poisoning from either seafood or eggs, I then had gastro a few weeks later, I then had a hernia. After the GNW I had a massive spew. I was just happy it was not me chucking in my car. Mia, also expressed that she has only chucked 3 times in the last 10 years, and on 2 occasions it had been with me. ( She was chucking whilst completing Oxfam at the 32km mark). This made me laugh more. Far out, the adventures you will go.
Half way down the freeway Mia puked again, and I found a emergency phone area to safely pull off the free way so she could finish. She chucked up everything, there was not much more left. When she returned to the car we both cracked up laughing. Bloody Dead Wombat Creek. With this thought in our heads, we drove for a further 30 minutes back to my house. I ran inside and got her some maxalon tablets, when I returned I found her chucking again on the side of the road on my street, now we were a sight to behold. Back in the city, only half dressed covered in mid and blood. This time she was bringing up bile. I decided to take her to the hospital only 1500m away and try and get her a Maxalon Shot, a shot of antibiotics any anything else she needed. Off we went to the hospital.  We checked her in. I could not stay. I had to leave. It was 7:30pm , I found everything funny, I still had not eaten properly, and I was putting off the really sick patients, with my constant giggling. Every time I looked  at Mia I burst out laughing. So I got the nurse to clean up Mia's leech wounds, and I was off. Only to spot a good friend of mine Kerion Blackmore running for the first time on 4 weeks. I told him the story and we were both in stitches on the side of the road. I was in tears, I found the day so funny.What a day.
Mia, soon left the hospital after being able to hold down Maxalon Tablets, and she was out running the next day with friends training for a 1/2 Marathon. Go Mia.