Relays Recap

This season feels busy so far!  I've competed twice, and I'm going to do it again tomorrow.  With school, a visit from my parents, enjoying our newly-complete house interior, and travel, I have made no time to blog.  Here we are :)

Texas Relays was my first competition of 2015, and the first one I was knee brace-less for since the 2012 Olympic Trials.  While I've been practicing bare-legged all year, meet speed and emotions are a bit different.  It was scary!  I was nervous!  I was all over the place technically!  But on my last throw, I gutted out 60.82m.  I wish I had video so that I could be baffled by it, but it felt really good to just get competitive and make something happen.  The only difference between throws 1-5 and number 6 was energy and a slightly bigger chest.

Drake Relays last weekend was really fun.  My ASICS family is always awesome to hang out with, the camera guys were rockstars in the cold, my parents and Grandpa came to cheer, Sharon threw the javelin with me, meeting and catching up with other javelin girls continues to bring me joy, and my competition bib said "WINGER!"  Fellow new wife Sara Beam was even wearing a QALO, a brand that Russ and I were recently introduced to and are big fans of!  As for the competition, I was overall unsatisfied with 59.07m as my furthest attempt.  However, for the first time in what feels like forever, I confidently made technical changes as the meet went its course, and improved on positions to ultimately feel like I threw decently far on purpose, not just with my guts.  That's important!  The focus of Drake Relays was technique, as discussed previously with Wendy, so I consider it a success.  Add even more confidence and speed to that equation and get a throw I love.  I'm all about continuing to improve the technique too, duh.  I was also okay with my consistency at Drake.  Excited for the future.  Check out the ASICS Facebook page for a few videos!

Competition tomorrow in Austin!  It's interesting to be around the NCAA system again as I visit Ty more at University of Texas.  I'll be blogging about that and the meet tomorrow soon!

A Girl and her Medball: How to Train Alone

This is my third January in Colorado Springs, physically separate from both of my coaches (Ty Sevin at Texas and Jamie Myers in Chula Vista).  Practice yesterday had me thinking again about how hard it can be to train by yourself, but also about how far I've come in succeeding at just that.  If you're a people-person like me and find it difficult to work toward your goals alone sometimes, maybe you can learn from my experience!

Challenges:

Boredom.
Going to the same places and having nothing to distract you from the mundane parts of training can get old.  I do a lot of the same repetitious pre-hab training throughout the week.  Sprints are exciting, but the rest periods between repetitions often see me twiddling my thumbs.  I started a new sprint regimen in practice yesterday, and each rep requires three minutes of rest!  That is forever when you're alone!  Medball throws can be the same.  My 200 reps yesterday flew by, but it was the first day of them.  With additional volume comes more down time, and a wandering mind sometimes.

Loneliness.
I used to train with Mike Hazle.  High-energy, always-moving Mike Hazle!  Practice was constant entertainment and lots of pushing each other.  Before Mike, my training partners at Purdue were various and equally awesome.  Now, sometimes Russ is with me at practice, but he's mostly up on the discus field at the Air Force Academy while I'm down on the javelin runway.  I love the times we're in each other's near vicinity, but I'm mostly on my own.  That has taken me a long time to get used to.

Feedback.
I pride myself on being coachable, and I've always enjoyed throwing sessions in real-time with coaches, discussing which technical issues are going on.  That makes it difficult for me to be alone in throwing sessions.  I can always tell Ty what I'm feeling in a throw and agree with what he sees, but it's much more difficult for me to tell myself what's happening without someone else's eyes on my technique.

Remedies:

Mental focus.
Boredom provides an opportunity to strengthen your mind.  Those three minutes of rest feel long, but if I cut them short, I'm not only giving in to a weak ability to focus on the task at hand, but I'm compromising the physical goals that the training is working toward.  I've learned to visualize how the next sprint is going to go during my rest time, and when I do, I push better and I'm faster.  Same with timed rest periods during lifting.  When you get your full rest, your body is better prepared to complete the next rep, and if you allow yourself to exercise your mind the same way, you're getting even more out of the workout than your coach might have planned.  Sometimes training IS mundane, but allowing it to work the way it's supposed to and not giving in to your own silly impatience will reap benefits later.  Thinking about the big picture of why I'm at practice in the first place (Beijing 2015 and Rio 2016, for two) also helps me stay in the moment.

Finding ways to make practice work, even on vacation, is part of mental focus.

Gratitude.
This plays into big-picture focus, too.  The last few years have taught me that taking the time to appreciate the opportunities you have in any moment is a powerful exercise.  Mike was excellent at this.  Almost every morning he said, "What a great day at the office!"  I used to have consistent 70-degree weather and beaches, and now I have views of gorgeous mountains and a beautiful new strength and conditioning facility to be thankful for.  I also have a healthy body, an amazing relationship that I'm lucky turned into what is so far a really fun marriage, wonderful family, and a fantastic support system that includes my excellent coaches.  If you're not grateful for something in your life, change it.  Let yourself appreciate where you've come from, and recognize the tools you have around you that will make it a pleasure to strive for your goals.  If those are people, tell them thanks.  If those are things, be grateful for them every day.

Florida sunrise at the beginning of December on my way to the gym!

Tennis courts for shuttle runs by the beach.  Grateful.

Music.
Music at practice was never essential to me until I started training alone.  I've never loved throwing with headphones in, though, which makes the bluetooth speaker Russ got me for Christmas perfect!  I've been obsessed with the wedding playlists I made for us since September, and I don't see that enthusiasm fading any time soon.  Some of my absolute favorite songs that I know I'll love forever:
Oh Honey: "Be Okay"
Halestorm: "Beautiful With You"
Hellogoodbye: "Here (In Your Arms)"
Alesso: "Heroes (we could be) [feat. Tove Lo]"
Colbie Caillat: "I Do"
Gavin DeGraw: "I Have You to Thank"
Becky G: "Shower"
Pick whatever speaks to you, and observe the energy it brings to your training.  I used to think that throwing practice needed to be all business to learn from it, but I know now that it needs to be fun when I'm by myself.  Plus, typically at bigger competitions there is usually music of some kind blasting, so I even feel like I'm practicing for future situations!
"Training Partners"
Sometimes geese show up at throwing practice.  When I'm home in Washington, Beau and Brandy observe my training.  I might sound like a crazy person, telling the dogs what I'm working on or describing my throwing cues to a flock of honkers, but it works for me!  Of course I love when Russ trains with me, and I have great relationships with the coaches and sports med staff at the Olympic Training Center, so real people are involved in certain parts of my training, too.  There's an amazing lady named Christel who trains at the Air Force Academy, and a lot of Mondays we're at practice together.  Chatting with her is always inspirational.  Involving the world around you in your training somehow can make you feel like you have training partners, even when you don't.  I absolutely treasure trips to the gym with my Dad over holidays and doing abs while my Mom is on the Nordic Track.  Bring the people you love most into what you're working toward and you'll feel like they're always with you.

Honkers in Portland at Concordia Throws Center.

Beau "helping" me jump.

Video.
I have come a long way in self-sufficiency at throwing practice, and a huge part of that is being disciplined enough to bring video equipment with me to record what's happening.  Then, I can share it with my coaches electronically.  Not only do I get feedback right away in a throwing session, but watching the video later and describing my thoughts via email to Ty helps me analyze what's going on for longer than I would if I had him at practice with me.  I can absorb what I'm thinking better by having to communicate with him long-distance, and can then apply it to the next practice more effectively.  This is a benefit that I did not see coming!  Plus, think how cool it will be to have such detailed documentation of years of my training.


Everyone is different.  You probably have your own strengths and weaknesses when it comes to training by yourself.  What are they?  How can you get better?  Every new experience allows us an opportunity to improve something.  See solitude as a chance to work on yourself rather than a punishment, and you'll be surprised!

Luzern-on (Catch-Up)

HI!!

Man, life.  I think that opportunities to look around you and realize just how awesome it is are abundant, but sometimes it takes a lot for us to notice. 

The last two years of my life have been…epic?  Drastic?  Tumultuous?  GREAT.  Torn ACL, move to Colorado, surgery, go back to school, rehab, engagement, buy a house, return to competition, renovate the house, plan a wedding.  Keep up with family and friends.  Make new friends.  SUCH a rich existence because of the amazing people that I’ve shared all of this change with. 

I’ve been thinking lately about what it will feel like to be completely myself again on the javelin runway.  I’m so close to that, but I knew going into surgery that it might be a long, long time before it happened: In athlete years, injuries stretch time.  Feeling helpless in your own body is dangerous because you can get reckless and make things worse, so being prepared to be patient is vital, especially in two years that feel like four.  The conclusion I came to in these thoughts is that, if we have lofty-enough goals, we don’t feel completely like ourselves until we’ve surpassed our own expectations. 

I read this book recently called Stumbling on Happiness.  It taught me a lot about memory and expectations while being entertaining, which was nice!  I learned that memory tricks us.  In the moment, good things are great!!!  They’re great, but maybe not as INSANELY great as we expect them to be.  Then, over time, we remember them as being just as insanely great as we originally expected, even though at the time we were happy, but not as crazy happy as we thought we would be.  Regardless of our feelings in the moment, what we remember later is that we WERE insanely happy!  So weird.  So, when I think about my past career and everything that I’m proud of, I remember feeling even better than I probably did and even happier than I know I was.  The result of all of that skewed perception is that I won’t be satisfied until I feel better than I remember feeling and I’m happier with my success than I recall being.  I love that motivation.  Be better than you were yesterday sort of thing.  I’ve been feeling hints of surpassing old Kara throughout this season.  But I won’t feel totally like myself on the runway until I’m better than I’ve ever been. 

With all of the change in my life and all of the new adventures I’ve started (Home ownership!  MBA!  Renovation skills! New knee! Marriage!), I feel like I’m pushing boundaries in literally every area that I can, and that includes enriching all different kinds of relationships along the way.  The expansion of literally all of my horizons makes me feel like I’m getting a fresh start in my career, because I’m sort of a different person.  I could not have asked for a better re-introduction to competing internationally than this season has given me, and that was extra apparent as I traveled to Marrakech, Morocco for the second Continental Cup competition of my career.

After Vancouver in July, I traveled back to Europe for the second time in a week to compete in Luzern, Switzerland and my fifth Diamond League meet of the year in Monaco (one of my favorites!).  Just like Rome, though, I hadn’t had time because of all of the travel to switch up my training since six weeks prior, and my body knew it and didn’t perform!  I didn’t throw 60 meters in either competition and left Europe again frustrated, but knowing exactly what happened.  Refocusing and a new training block for a competition in Chula Vista that USATF put on for us worked, and I had a season’s best of 62.90m at the very end of July!  I’m simultaneously encouraged and frustrated by these 62-meter distances, because like I mentioned above, I don’t think I’ll feel truly like myself until I’m BETTER than my previous self, and my technique is definitely not there yet because of continued minor distrust in my leg.  It’s coming, though.  I can throw far with technique that I know will only get better over the next two years heading into Rio.

I forewent another two trips to Europe for the last two Diamond League meets and a competition in Rieti, Italy because there was just TOO. MUCH. TO. DO!! in preparation for the wedding.  I’m so happy I did so, because I know it was the right thing to do for my soul and my relationship, and I’m happy to leave myself hungry for the next two years, as they’re very important :).  That being said, I continued to train around wedding preparations, and I competed in my second Continental Cup competition on September 13 in Marrakech, Morocco.  I simply cannot believe how fortunate I’ve been to come back like I have this season, thanks to the awesome support system I somehow lucked into.  I didn’t know if I’d be accepted to ANY overseas meets this year because of my injury hiatus, but I earned a spot in one of the most exclusive meets of the year. 

Africa was a new continent for me, and the travel after all of the wedding stress and not traveling for a month or so was pretty brutal.  I spent the day that I left being surprised and frustrated by the wedding industry’s inadequacies, and was on-edge because of that.  Not an awesome way to travel.  

Anyway, I got my customary ridiculous amount of sleep before the competition and fought through some caffeine-withdrawal headaches to make it to the team meeting the night before, where I found out that the supplied javelins I had counted on when I didn’t bring my own would not, in fact, be provided.  Liz Gleadle to the rescue: She let me check in her 85m Nemeth-an implement that I regularly practice with but am not super comfortable using yet when the pressure is on.  Anyway, I was told some javelins would be available at the warm-up area for competition as well, so I figured I’d just roll with the punches and try to stay as relaxed as possible.  When I got to the warm-up area, it was getting pretty dark, and no one turned the stadium lights out by the runway on for me.  Literally as I walked away from my in-the-dark warm-up throwing session, they turned the lights on.  It was sort of fun to throw in the dark though, and I figured it was the last meet of the year and anything could happen regardless of my warm-up situation.  When you have your shoes and your uniform (and in my case, my knee brace), you’re good to go.  I didn’t take too many warm-up throws because my volume in practice has been lower and I didn’t want to get tired or lose whatever snap I had at the end of the season.

So, we get out to the runway (amidst the smallest crowd I’ve ever seen at an international competition), and the officials are measuring the sector, with tape stretched back onto the track surface and no end in sight of the obstruction to our warm-up throws.  We all grabbed javelins and did footwork and stretches and such for a few minutes, until an official literally snatched the implement out of Kim Mickle’s hands and ordered everyone to put them back.  I’m still not clear on why.  But we were not allowed to touch the javelins for another 20 or so minutes, at which point we each had time for approximately three trips down the runway before it was time for introductions.  All I could think was, “Are warm-ups REALLY over?  No….” 

While very few warm-ups is normal at a major championship meet, it is clearly stated that that will be the case before the competition.  At a meet of this caliber, it’s insane to me that the officiating was so bad and there was no communication about what would happen if that kind of warm-up situation was actually the plan. 

I threw worse than I have thrown in years.  Other people dealt with things better than I did and had good performances, and I’m happy for them.  In the moment, I honestly was happy to walk away from this competition with a healthy knee and without injuring anything else on my body, which is all too common when you’re recovering from one thing and not paying attention enough to another.  I know why I threw poorly: In a season when I needed to know that my knee was ready to go to have the confidence to do well, it has been really difficult to deal with other things that are thrown at me.  Those “other things” have been few and far between this year, but pretty much every obstacle I could have thought of was a factor in this competition, from a brand new culture and area of the world to the worst officiating I’ve ever seen.  I wasn’t ready for the extreme end of the mental struggle, and therefore I was guarded physically, really pushy with my right leg, and had no power.  The no power thing is probably also because of stress.  Then, I experienced the worst travel home that I can imagine.  I won’t go into details because I’d rather forget it.

I am still satisfied with this year as a whole!  I couldn’t have asked for a better re-introduction to the international scene, and I look forward to starting the next training season fully healthy and knowing exactly what I’m capable of in the next two years.  But now, some much-needed rest and enjoyment of other happy things in my life!!

Lausanne and Harry Jerome

Two continents, two weeks, two competitions, two different versions of Kara, similar end results. 

Lausanne, Switzerland is my new favorite European competition.  Flying into Geneva was fun because it was pretty countryside, then the mountains that we could see from the shuttle all the way into the city of Lausanne kept me smiling.  The stadium setting was fantastic, and I didn’t get treated to the view until competition day because of rain the day before, so it was a fun surprise.  We also had a view across Lake Geneva to France from the hotel, and I always love water.  I wish I’d had time to venture out and find some local food or take a boat or paddle board out, but I was working on a bit of a cold after not getting enough sleep in Sacramento (USAs is always so busy).

Lake Geneva outside the hotel the morning I left.

The field assembled for Lausanne Diamond League was a really good one.  Almost all of the girls’ season’s bests were better than mine, so I knew I needed to start the competition strong.  After not doing that at USAs, I was determined to make it happen.  It’s usually easy to have energy at the beginning of overseas meets for me too, if I’m feeling even halfway decent.  All I did to throw 61.77m in round 1 was stay a little bit tall and keep my arm back a tad.  Whenever I feel any bit of connection to the javelin these days, I can tell it’s at least a 60-meter toss.  That's fun.

My second throw was also over 60m, but the rest of my series showed my cold and were only around 58m.  I got tired, and ended up 6^th overall.  Getting passed at the end of a competition and not being able to respond is not a fun feeling, but the fact that I started this competition well kept me content after this meet, and enjoying the gorgeous night, beautiful setting, and great performances elsewhere on the track made it a great experience!

Athletissima Stadium!  Mountains!  I gasped when I walked up here.

This year when I’ve traveled to Europe, I sleep as much as I can on the flights over, arrive two days before competition (either morning or evening), and then continue to sleep as much as possible until it’s time to throw.  It’s pretty ridiculous how much time I spend unconscious when I’m only in Europe for a few days.  There’s no reason to try to adjust to the time zone when I’m just going home again, and my body is awake when the actual meet is happening, because it’s usually about 10am at home when it’s time to throw in Europe.  The problem happens the night AFTER the meet.  In Lausanne, I spent about six hours pretending to sleep, and when I finally gave up and went outside for a recovery workout before getting on the plane home, I was treated to fantastic colors in the clouds over the bay.  I’ve seen enough amazing sunrises in my day to tell you that they’re worth waking up for.  So pretty!

Recovery workout sunrise :)

The next meet on my schedule was the Vancouver Sun HarryJerome International Track Classic.  I competed at this Vancouver, B.C. meet in 2010 and loved the trip, because my Canadian family came, I threw well, and I got to spend time with Russell!  This time around was no less wonderful, as my Mom drove up from home home, I got to catch up with my long-lost friend Melinda, and the meet has grown into something really great for athletes and spectators alike.  It's small enough so that you can keep track of everything from the stands and they take really good care of the athletes they bring in!

Mom and me! Lots of quality time lately! :)

Fisherman's Wharf for dinner on Wednesday.  Love love love seafood!

I consider Vancouver successful for a completely different reason than I was happy with Lausanne. 

I was almost over my cold, but my quads were insanely sore for no reason.  I had done the same squat workout I’ve done for this entire block on that Monday, and by Thursday, especially my right leg was still super tight.  No idea what happened.  Sometimes there isn’t an answer!  So I didn’t really know what to expect out of the competition.  I took way too many warm-up throws, trying to feel positions that my body was resisting getting into.  So when the meet started, I was already tired.

My prelims were bad.  I threw terribly enough times in 2011 to know that it happens, and I like to think that I learned not to freak out about it that year-that any competition can be saved by just one throw.  My first four attempts in Vancouver were really pushy with my right leg, fairly slow, and very forward, with no discipline to keep my right arm back at all.  I can’t understand how our bodies like to do the exact opposite of what we know will be good for them when they’re hurting!  Since my right quad was so sore, it should have been easy for it to shut down and not push me forward into my block, but nooooooo.  It pushed and it pushed and it pushed, and it blew my chest down.

I talked to Wendy after Lausanne about conserving my energy throughout a competition, as like I said, I’d gotten tired there.  Before my fifth round in Vancouver, I laid down in a sunny spot in the grass and was just quiet, so I could focus on positions and get pumped to hit them.  All I wanted to do is what Ty told me to before this meet: Attack the last three steps, stay back and tall, and then explode through the release.  Before that round I had done my habitual sprint about six people before my turn, some high knees, etc. between every throw.  That’s routine, but not necessary, and certainly could sap my energy.  Before rounds 5 and 6, I decided to forego my habits and just trust myself.  Because of my leg soreness and continued recovery from sickness, I also felt pretty slow out of the back of my (admittedly short) full approach, so I added an extra little jogging carry step to bring more speed.

Round 5 was mid-59 meters, because I managed to keep my arm high and stay tall through my chest, kind of.  Round 5 was not enough to take the lead, so I went back to the grass to repeat what had just worked.  Round 6 saw me bring more energy to those last three steps and keep my arm back even longer, allowing 61.56m to take the lead and keep it!

61.56 meters is exactly my 2008 PR, and I love that memory.  61.56 meters is also exactly 2 centimeters short of the meet record I set at Harry Jerome in 2010, so that’s a bummer, but since Harry Jerome is now part of the Canadian National Track League and it wasn’t in 2010, 61.56m is now an NTL record.  Fun.

Swanguard Stadium in Burnaby from the stands.

I’m in Switzerland again for a competition tomorrow!  Luzern/Lucerne is supposed to be the prettiest place ever, so I’m excited.  It was rainy today but even so, I believe the stories so far!

Pretty covered bridge in Luzern/Lucerne near the hotel.  Did abs in there today because it was pouring rain.

Lake Lucerne!  Can't wait to see the mountains in the sunshine :)

Luzern Swan.  They're everywhere.

Rome, NYC, Sacramento/USAs!

Whew!  The last three or so weeks have been a bit packed, so I’m catching you up on Rome, New York, and USAs here.

I competed in the Rome Golden Gala on June 9^th

 

in the 1964 Olympic Stadium.  I love Rome!  I’ve gotten to visit some of its more famous places and wander a bit in the unknown ones, too.  It is overall beautiful and the weather never disappoints!  I’ve competed okay here and I have also been terrible.  This particular performance was on the bad end of the spectrum, and I don’t think I was really prepared to feel disappointment yet after being simply grateful all year to just be on the runway. 

Rome practice track/warm-up area.

It's very...Roman. :)

There were 11 girls competing in Rome, and I knew that they would probably take 8 to finals.  In the third round, I was in eighth, and Linda Stahl was after me in the order and hadn’t yet recorded a mark.  She is a proven competitor!  I knew that she would pass me if I gave her the chance, so I brought some extra energy to the throw, but didn’t do anything different technically (I continued to let my left hip collapse at the block and push my chest too early).  No improvement: I stayed at 57.30m and in eighth place, and just as I suspected, was passed and ended up ninth (also known as the first person not to make finals). 

Huge bummer and unexpected (and unwelcome) blow to my still-fragile ego.

I grumpily made the long journey home, but was cheered up by dinner with good friends in Charlotte during my layover and looked forward to a day or so of complete rest.  After a new lift on Monday, throwing on Tuesday was surprisingly fantastic!  My chest and shoulders were tight from different weights than my previous six-week block (we extended it from four weeks because of all of the competitions I was attending), and having some pressure in my upper body again REALLY helped me feel positions better.  After complaining to Wendy about Rome a mere three days earlier, having a great practice again made me feel silly for being so impatient.  I realized that my body was probably just bored in Rome, and that mixing it up in training again might be just the ticket to prepare for USAs. 

New York came first though (on June 14th), and was a good test…

My travel to New York for the Adidas Grand Prix went a little differently than I had expected, but I arrived in one piece (and so did my javelins) and had lots of time on my hands that weekend to write a paper for my eighth Keller Graduate School of Management class.  After finishing that paper and taking my final this past Tuesday, I am officially halfway done with my MBA!  I am excited.  Anyway, New York.

Sunset skyline!

The two other times I have competed at the Adidas Grand Prix, we have thrown at like 7am.  I exaggerate, but really, 9am EST, so at least 7am MST and 6am to me when I was living in San Diego (PST).  Obviously, you just have to deal with it, go to bed earlier and throw, but going to the meet and expecting competition time to be early meant that I was THRILLED to see that we threw at 1pm this year!  Amazing!  Happy Kara! 

Despite some scheduling and administrative challenges that the meet officials seemed to have in coordinating with the event officials, the competition ended up good for me!  I won’t go into detail here about my slight altercation with the infield-picking police, because I already gave the meet feedback.  I tried to do some advocating for my fellow javelin throwers as the only American in the field.

In round three, I was in sixth.  In New York, they take six people to finals.  I knew I needed to improve to secure my spot-which I’ve done in New York before in the third round-but I still couldn’t do it.  I had to play the waiting game to see if Sofi Flink would pass me (which she is more than capable of with a PB over 61m).  I was upset with myself for not being able to respond when I needed to, and feared that I’d have a repeat non-performance from Rome.  This time, though, I got lucky and made it through, and as soon as that happened I knew I needed to take advantage.

My first throw in finals went 62.47m because I finally held my left side a bit stronger and hid the javelin behind my head a little longer.  My fifth round throw traveled further than 61m, as did my sixth round throw.  Three throws over 61 meters and fourth place overall was a very exciting day for me!  Something clicked, even though those felt like possibly my worst technical 60-meter throws ever.  Confidence restored.

The ladies of the 2014 Adidas Grand Prix!

Practice between New York and USAs was better than it has been for a long time.  Sometimes training in Colorado gets hard, because my body doesn’t feel as explosive at altitude, and there’s not as much air to hold the javelin up, so it flies differently than at sea level.  When you feel pretty good in practice and that’s not reflected in how the javelin is acting, it’s frustrating.  Not last week, though!  I felt connected to my implement and nice and relaxed on the runway, but aggressive enough to get my block down at a decent speed.  Russ was SO CUTE and came to watch one of my training sessions.  I got to go home to see my parents and the puppies the weekend before Sacramento.  Life was good.

Sacramento was even better. 

My competition at USAs was the most like myself I have felt in a very, very long time.  I had to extend my approach past 9 javelins for the first time since Olympic Trials 2012 because I was bringing more speed into the throw than I have in what feels like forever.  I felt powerful.

I didn’t start the competition well.  I was extremely nervous at last year’s USAs because it was my first meet since surgery.  I was nervous at this USAs with excited energy, so shaking hands and being fired up (from not only competition, but injustice to javelin and hammer throwers) meant my first throw was only 56 meters.  I took the lead in round two with a 59-meter attempt by attacking the block a bit better, but my chest was still really forward and I wasn’t keeping the javelin hidden/my arm back.

I knew 59 meters wouldn’t do it for this USAs.  There were like 6 girls registered for this meet over 57 meters, so anyone was capable of anything!  That is unheard of in the United States!  I was so excited to be a part of this field because of the increased level of performance across the board.  You go, American girls.  Let’s keep moving the mark!

My body felt great on Thursday.  The way I felt physically reminded me of USAs in 2010 (just post-ACL and a little more careful); really powerful and just brimming with energy.  So when Brittany tossed 62.05m in round three, I had more confidence that I would respond than I’ve had in years.  My attempt in that round traveled 62.43m, round four was another 59m throw, round five went 60-something, and I finished off the competition with an attempt at 62.28m.  I won my fifth national title.

Stadium view from the podium.  We threw outside on the practice track, though.

 

All I did to throw further was move faster, and kind of hold my left side and kind of keep my arm back.  I’m still really forward, which doesn’t allow lots of pressure to build in my chest before the throw happens.  I have to stay back (keep my weight over my right hip, kinda) in order to let stretch between my left foot and my right hand be created, then fight to stay back and closed to keep building that stretch and pressure until the javelin accelerates out into the sector!  Timing is everything, and being forward does not good timing make.  So while I’m very, very happy to have won a fifth U.S. National title, I know that I could have had much better results on the day.  Two throws over 62 meters and a strong body get me excited for the rest of the summer, though!

Plane sunset with an ocean view on my way home.

 

Tucson Elite

I competed in Tucson, Arizona last weekend at one of the most fun competitions of the year!  Every May, the majority of elite American throwers head to the University of Arizona for a meet that features only field events, and focuses on the throws.  It's always exciting to see long-time friends and enjoy great weather!

Two meets are held at Tucson Elite; one on Thursday, and the same format on Saturday.  In the past, I've thrown both days (because why not and it's good major championship experience), but this year I knew my knee couldn't quite handle that quick of a turnaround yet.  I watched and cheered on Thursday and competed on Saturday.

Here's the Coach's Eye video Russ took of my first and best throw:



It traveled 59.97m, which is exactly the same result I had in Doha!  Here is the results page for the entire Saturday meet.  All six of my throws were better than 56 meters, and my last one felt superior technically to the other ones.  I took six hard throws again, and my knee felt great!

So, this was my third competition of the season right around 60 meters.  I'm very forward at delivery, stemming from not accelerating quite enough alllllll the way through my crossovers and pushing with my right leg.  Staying back and not pushing is what I have been working on for the last week, and I feel pretty good about it going into my next competition.  I'm doing my best not to be impatient with my distances, as seeing the video tells me there's much more there and simply being on the runway still brings me so much satisfaction!  A little bit of aggravation helps focus the mind, though, and feeling competitiveness creep back into my system is doing that for me.

I leave for Rome on Tuesday!  Check the Diamond League website for results on Thursday if you are so inclined, and see Universal Sports for online broadcasting information. :)

Doha

A belated recap of the Doha Diamond League!

I already told you that my travel was super easy!  So my body felt pretty good warming up for competition because I'd traveled well and slept even better upon arrival.  I also had a great roommate to pass the time with, and got to see Becky a lot, too!

Persian Gulf: An exploration by Tia and I!

QR (Qatar Riyal) is pretty!

The Souq Waqif was fun to wander with Becky, Mary and Danny!

Remember when my javelins disappeared in Monaco?  That almost happened again.  We were told to check them in two hours before the competition, which Linda and I did, but apparently everyone else's implements got taken to the track that morning.  When we got out to the runway, our javelins weren't there.  Surprise!  I grabbed some of the common ones to warm up with, and after Linda handled talking to the officials a bit forcefully, our stuff made it before the competition started.  No big deal.

My series didn't start great, but I had my best attempt on my third throw at 59.97m and was fourth going into finals.  I did my best to move up from there, but got passed and ended up sixth.  While sixth place is never what I want, I had two 59-meter throws and another one at mid-58m.  And those throws were at the end of the series, which is thrilling for me because it means my knee can handle things.  I'm looking forward to it holding up even better in the future, and practice since Doha has been encouraging me even more.

My technique at this meet wasn't fabulous.  I was open and didn't accelerate very well to my left, but got a little better as the competition went on, and have been focusing on these things since.  My favorite thing about this meet was the fact that I started feeling competitive rather than careful as the series went on.  I missed that feeling, and I'm ecstatic to have it back.  Tucson is next!