Ironman Lake Placid is still a week away and regardless of the outcome, whether it's the type of race where I don't want to cross the finish line because it will mean the perfect day is ending OR if it's the type of race where the finish can't get here fast enough, it doesn't change the fact that getting to the start line wasn't a solo expedition.
Thank you to all of my spandex-clad, bike-riding, own-too-many-running-shoes-to-count girlfriends for keeping me company during long rides and motivated to work hard during all of our training sessions. Katie, Sarah, and Mindy - I feel so lucky to have had the opportunity to spend this spring and summer riding bikes together, filling up each other's inboxes with emails and texts on a daily basis - know that every sweaty mile was made 10x more fun because of your company! Kristin, it's always inspiring to see how all of your hard work unfolds into awesome races and I've loved having the chance to do some training with you (and you were very sweet for not dropping me and instead making me feel like a rockstar for keeping up :) ). Melanie, I'm so excited that Lake Placid isn't our last race together this summer, it will be so fun to race with you in Vegas as well. I've loved running into you on the running trails, at the pool, and riding Skyline with you and can't wait to keep it up this summer! Karen, we didn't get to ride nearly enough together this spring, but whenever we do get together, you always push me to work harder and your company makes rides with names like Diabolical Double feel much less painful and actually enjoyable. Here's to many more strawberry muffins in our future! To Dawn and Kendra, all of your encouraging words, via FB and text and e-mail, have really kept my motivation high this summer. I'm so excited for both of you and what the rest of the season has in store for you! And to my Tucson tri camp friends, especially Julia and Sarah, the best camp roommates ever, I can't thank you enough for all of your e-mails and messages. They truly mean the world to me (Sarah, I keep the card you wrote on my nightstand and it's making the trip up to Placid with me - and Julia, those salty nut rolls are coming to Placid too!). Because of you both, I really am starting to believe in myself.
And of course there is Jen - coach, mentor, and sports psychologist extraordinaire. Jen, you have absolutely molded me into a different, stronger athlete, both physically and mentally, since I began working with you. Thank you for patiently answering my panicked e-mails, for putting up with the fact that I stink at updating Training Peaks, for being my sounding board when it comes to making up a race schedule, setting goals, and dissecting my race performance. Thank you for giving me challenging workouts, for noting in TP "Do Not Skip This T-Run" because you know that sometimes that's the only way I'll actually do it. You are a fantastic coach and friend and you've definitely helped push me to believe that sometimes my abilities far exceed my expectations. And a thank you to my friends and family who have put up with me being MIA, being lame on weekends by missing out on fun in favor of going to bed at 9pm on a Saturday night. Thank you for not giving me a hard time about doing what I really enjoy - instead you encourage me and fully support my decisions; you have no idea how much I appreciate that.
Lastly, thank you to my husband. You make it easy for me to be able to pursue triathlon guilt-free. Thank you for all the times you've cooked dinner for me while I've been out on my bike or swimming, thank you for putting up with my bike perpetually being set up on the trainer and half-blocking the television because I am too lazy to put it away after I use it. Thank you for making me smoothies and picking up bags of ice for that ice bath you know I will need after a long run. Thank you for doing so much around the house - it's pretty much every girl's dream to be on the trainer at 7am on a Saturday and have her husband come downstairs and say I've already vacuumed the upstairs, downstairs, and basement, I've cleaned the kitchen, and I've started the laundry - you won't have much to do after your ride. And you pretty much make that dream a reality every weekend (without you, our house would be a hovel). Post-Ironman, I will bake you whatever dessert you want and you can have the car anytime to play golf to your heart's content. I love you.
15 July 2012
13 July 2012
Random Friday Facts
- I think mustaches look sketchy
- I wasn't a big fan of pizza or Chinese food growing up. Then I worked at Dominos Pizza and waitressed at a Chinese food restaurant and had no choice but to eat the food there.
- I'm still not a big fan of soda (except at mile 20 of the Ironman marathon).
- I had to take my driver's test four times before I finally passed it when I was 16.
- My almost-three year old goddaughter learned how to say the Pledge of Allegiance recently - cutest thing ever.
- We have almost no tupperware left because I've ruined it all, letting them turn into science experiments in my bag.
- I haven't bike commuted in WEEKS!
- I used to want to be an Olympic gymnast. Too bad I quit gymnastics when I was six - gave up on that dream pretty early.
- We got cable back for July and August only: Tour de France and the Olympics. I've yet to actually watch the TdF though...
- I am so far behind on my 50-books-in-a-year goal it isn't even funny.
- I bought a new pair of tri shorts today. First new pair in about 4 years. Gross.
- I also bought a new bikini last week when I dropped a nutrition money bomb at REI. First new bikini in more years than I can count. Sad.
- I wasn't a big fan of pizza or Chinese food growing up. Then I worked at Dominos Pizza and waitressed at a Chinese food restaurant and had no choice but to eat the food there.
- I'm still not a big fan of soda (except at mile 20 of the Ironman marathon).
- I had to take my driver's test four times before I finally passed it when I was 16.
- My almost-three year old goddaughter learned how to say the Pledge of Allegiance recently - cutest thing ever.
- We have almost no tupperware left because I've ruined it all, letting them turn into science experiments in my bag.
- I haven't bike commuted in WEEKS!
- I used to want to be an Olympic gymnast. Too bad I quit gymnastics when I was six - gave up on that dream pretty early.
- We got cable back for July and August only: Tour de France and the Olympics. I've yet to actually watch the TdF though...
- I am so far behind on my 50-books-in-a-year goal it isn't even funny.
- I bought a new pair of tri shorts today. First new pair in about 4 years. Gross.
- I also bought a new bikini last week when I dropped a nutrition money bomb at REI. First new bikini in more years than I can count. Sad.
11 July 2012
Bubble wrap and positive attitude
Today was one of those days where it seemed like the world woke up on the wrong side of the bed, including me. I have no idea why - the weather was much better than it has been in the past few weeks (read: not an oven with added humidity). Taper has been going OK, my appetite is finally calming down and the workouts are getting done. I have plenty of time to pack, plenty of time to make sure I have all my i's dotted and t's crossed. It was just one of those days.
With the race being a little over a week away, this is the time I start to get paranoid. And when I get paranoid, I get cranky. So maybe today's crankiness was early-onset paranoia. I've been hand-sanitizing myself every five seconds or every time I touch a doornob, wall, refrigerator, anything in a public bathroom, anything on metro, anytime before I eat, anytime before I touch my food, anytime before I cook my food, anytime after I cook my food. Life would be easier if I could just live in a vat of hand sanitizer until race day. And don't tell me that hand sanitizer doesn't really work. I don't need to hear that right now (hands covering my ears - lalalaallalalalaaaaaaa). There will be no make-out sessions with Mr. Sweetie in the near future (he knows this is coming). I've also been known to sleep in a separate bedroom leading up to races so I'm not disturbed by our menagerie of animals (I swear, I go to bed and it's like that scene from Ace Ventura when all of the pets flock to him from out of the woodwork).
Then there is biking outdoors. I'm so freaked out that I'll have some sort of bike accident in these last few days before Placid. It hasn't happened to me leading up to any of my past races, but there is always a first time. This is about the time I start to spend more quality time with the trainer and push bike commuting aside, especially if there is no biking on my schedule for a particular day. I'm also worried about twisting my ankle on a run, irritating my shoulder in swimming. Basically, I feel like I should bubble-wrap myself for the next 10 days.
OR, I could just have a positive attitude, realize that the hard work is done and sometimes things happen that are out of your control and the only thing you CAN control is your attitude and how you choose to handle a situation. One of my friends doing Placid with me this year had a run in on her bike with a car today. BOTH she and the bike are in one piece, a little bumped and bruised, but they will be at the start line. She has one of the most positive attitudes ever. EVER. And she's handled this crummy, bad day with a smile to balance out any tears and an upbeat outlook on everything - we could all benefit by looking on the bright side of things and finding the silver lining in a pile of poop sometimes. I know I'm going to be trying to channel her positive attitude at mile 20 of the Ironman marathon.
With the race being a little over a week away, this is the time I start to get paranoid. And when I get paranoid, I get cranky. So maybe today's crankiness was early-onset paranoia. I've been hand-sanitizing myself every five seconds or every time I touch a doornob, wall, refrigerator, anything in a public bathroom, anything on metro, anytime before I eat, anytime before I touch my food, anytime before I cook my food, anytime after I cook my food. Life would be easier if I could just live in a vat of hand sanitizer until race day. And don't tell me that hand sanitizer doesn't really work. I don't need to hear that right now (hands covering my ears - lalalaallalalalaaaaaaa). There will be no make-out sessions with Mr. Sweetie in the near future (he knows this is coming). I've also been known to sleep in a separate bedroom leading up to races so I'm not disturbed by our menagerie of animals (I swear, I go to bed and it's like that scene from Ace Ventura when all of the pets flock to him from out of the woodwork).
Then there is biking outdoors. I'm so freaked out that I'll have some sort of bike accident in these last few days before Placid. It hasn't happened to me leading up to any of my past races, but there is always a first time. This is about the time I start to spend more quality time with the trainer and push bike commuting aside, especially if there is no biking on my schedule for a particular day. I'm also worried about twisting my ankle on a run, irritating my shoulder in swimming. Basically, I feel like I should bubble-wrap myself for the next 10 days.
OR, I could just have a positive attitude, realize that the hard work is done and sometimes things happen that are out of your control and the only thing you CAN control is your attitude and how you choose to handle a situation. One of my friends doing Placid with me this year had a run in on her bike with a car today. BOTH she and the bike are in one piece, a little bumped and bruised, but they will be at the start line. She has one of the most positive attitudes ever. EVER. And she's handled this crummy, bad day with a smile to balance out any tears and an upbeat outlook on everything - we could all benefit by looking on the bright side of things and finding the silver lining in a pile of poop sometimes. I know I'm going to be trying to channel her positive attitude at mile 20 of the Ironman marathon.
08 July 2012
Cadence matters... who knew?!
It's Sunday and we're nearing the tail-end of this heat wave that's been sitting over us for at least the past week. If nothing else, I'll be well-prepared if the weather in Lake Placid decides to be 100+ on race day (let's hope that doesn't happen though). Saturday was my last long-ish ride before Placid and having great company in Mindy and AJ made the four hour ride in hot weather much more bearable. When we started at 7am, it was already clothes-sticking-to-your-back-because-of-too-much-sweat hot.
During the ride we had an interesting conversation about cadence on the bike. One of my goals this year for Ironman Lake Placid is to have a solid run. In order for that to happen, I need my legs to feel as good as they possibly can after 112 miles on the bike. I do most of my biking in the big ring, both in training and in racing. I also don't have a bike computer or cadence monitor, so in my head I am convinced that I am doing the ideal 90rpms when in reality, as I found out yesterday when AJ got behind me and mimicked my cadence and told me the readings on her computer, I'm doing more like 60-70 on hills and 80ish on flats (thank you for pointing this out to me AJ!!). After this wake-up call, I did the second half of the bike using a smaller gear and going into my little ring for some of the uphills. I think the ride back to the cars was a net downhill so that probably helped, but the second half of the bike was substantially faster than the first half AND my legs didn't feel like they were working as hard. Even better, when we got off the bike after 70 miles and did a 4.5 mile run, my legs felt much fresher than they usually do and I managed to hit the intervals Jen had laid out in Training Peaks, even though it was close to 104 degrees by the time we were in our running shoes. I'm sure running along the shaded C&O Canal also really helped the run feel as good as it did (thanks for your brilliant thinking Mindy!!)
In light of all this, I just ordered a cadence sensor to go with my Garmin. I will do just about anything to make sure I set myself up to have a good run. I'm sure knowing my cadence will force me to change the way I bike, at least a little bit, but if it means being more aware of how hard my legs are working and will help me keep them as fresh as possible, I am all for changes.
Oh, and can we talk about how fantastic this current moment of taper is? This morning I had a 45 minute run. THAT IS IT. We had time to fold the laundry, unload the dishwasher, have a nice brunch in the kitchen together, take the dog to a dog beach in Maryland, make dinner, eat dinner, write on this blog and it's not even 7pm. What a world of difference compared to the Sundays where I am out running or riding for alot longer. And the other thing I like about the beginning of taper - you still have to feed the appetite. It's like reaping the rewards of hard training, ummmmm without the hard training :)
During the ride we had an interesting conversation about cadence on the bike. One of my goals this year for Ironman Lake Placid is to have a solid run. In order for that to happen, I need my legs to feel as good as they possibly can after 112 miles on the bike. I do most of my biking in the big ring, both in training and in racing. I also don't have a bike computer or cadence monitor, so in my head I am convinced that I am doing the ideal 90rpms when in reality, as I found out yesterday when AJ got behind me and mimicked my cadence and told me the readings on her computer, I'm doing more like 60-70 on hills and 80ish on flats (thank you for pointing this out to me AJ!!). After this wake-up call, I did the second half of the bike using a smaller gear and going into my little ring for some of the uphills. I think the ride back to the cars was a net downhill so that probably helped, but the second half of the bike was substantially faster than the first half AND my legs didn't feel like they were working as hard. Even better, when we got off the bike after 70 miles and did a 4.5 mile run, my legs felt much fresher than they usually do and I managed to hit the intervals Jen had laid out in Training Peaks, even though it was close to 104 degrees by the time we were in our running shoes. I'm sure running along the shaded C&O Canal also really helped the run feel as good as it did (thanks for your brilliant thinking Mindy!!)
In light of all this, I just ordered a cadence sensor to go with my Garmin. I will do just about anything to make sure I set myself up to have a good run. I'm sure knowing my cadence will force me to change the way I bike, at least a little bit, but if it means being more aware of how hard my legs are working and will help me keep them as fresh as possible, I am all for changes.
Oh, and can we talk about how fantastic this current moment of taper is? This morning I had a 45 minute run. THAT IS IT. We had time to fold the laundry, unload the dishwasher, have a nice brunch in the kitchen together, take the dog to a dog beach in Maryland, make dinner, eat dinner, write on this blog and it's not even 7pm. What a world of difference compared to the Sundays where I am out running or riding for alot longer. And the other thing I like about the beginning of taper - you still have to feed the appetite. It's like reaping the rewards of hard training, ummmmm without the hard training :)
06 July 2012
4th of July
Do you know what I learned on the 4th of July? I learned that it pays to look closely at your training schedule in Training Peaks. Open up each of the individual boxes on each day and see EXACTLY what is written so you know EXACTLY what you are in for. Think of it as being like those Advent calendars during the holidays, open up each window and see what's inside (though a cute puppy decked out in a wreath of holly and Christmas-colored bows is infinitely cuter than a workout containing any combination of Zone 4, intervals, 6 hours, run-off-the-bike).
Early in the week I merely glanced at my Training Peaks schedule. Wednesday was a medium-length ride with a run off the bike. I'd made it through weekend relatively unscathed (minus a sufferfest in the heat). I should've known something was amiss when my long run last weekend was only 90 minutes. Look at how nice Jen is being, I thought, starting my taper off nice and early by reducing my long run. Tuesday evening I opened up the Training Peaks block for Wednesday to see the details. And I did a double take. The 80 minute ride makes sense. But, a 2:30 hour run off the bike? Maybe it's a typo and actually 23 minutes. No. No, it's definitely two-and-a-half hours. Sadly, Independence Day was not an independence day from a long, hot run. Sneaky, sneaky.
I'm a master procrastinator so by the time I made it out on the run, it was almost 10am and exponentially warmer than it had been during my bike ride just a short time before. I broke the run up in my mind into 5 mile segments: the first five miles for settling in, the second five miles for picking up the pace, the next five miles let up a little bit, but still work hard, and the last few miles just hang on until my watch beeps. The first bit wasn't too bad. Even when I went by a bank at mile 8 and it was 11am and the bank sign said it was 87 degrees, it really didn't feel all that bad. The wheels stayed on and intact until about mile 14. Then they came off and the rest of the run was finished using pure grit.
I was absolutely spent the rest of the day. Did all the recovery things right (took an ice bath, drank a recovery smoothie, ate a REALLY good egg sandwich, drank alot of water and Gatorade). We made it out to a couple of bbqs but we were home by 7:30 and in bed around 9:30, and asleep at 10. The foam roller has become my new best friend (this is what happens when you do TRX 12 hours before going for a long run). I've taken care to look closely at my training schedule for the next week and I don't see any more super long runs on it. I think I can say with confidence that taper has begun and my legs are ridiculously thankful.
Early in the week I merely glanced at my Training Peaks schedule. Wednesday was a medium-length ride with a run off the bike. I'd made it through weekend relatively unscathed (minus a sufferfest in the heat). I should've known something was amiss when my long run last weekend was only 90 minutes. Look at how nice Jen is being, I thought, starting my taper off nice and early by reducing my long run. Tuesday evening I opened up the Training Peaks block for Wednesday to see the details. And I did a double take. The 80 minute ride makes sense. But, a 2:30 hour run off the bike? Maybe it's a typo and actually 23 minutes. No. No, it's definitely two-and-a-half hours. Sadly, Independence Day was not an independence day from a long, hot run. Sneaky, sneaky.
I'm a master procrastinator so by the time I made it out on the run, it was almost 10am and exponentially warmer than it had been during my bike ride just a short time before. I broke the run up in my mind into 5 mile segments: the first five miles for settling in, the second five miles for picking up the pace, the next five miles let up a little bit, but still work hard, and the last few miles just hang on until my watch beeps. The first bit wasn't too bad. Even when I went by a bank at mile 8 and it was 11am and the bank sign said it was 87 degrees, it really didn't feel all that bad. The wheels stayed on and intact until about mile 14. Then they came off and the rest of the run was finished using pure grit.
I was absolutely spent the rest of the day. Did all the recovery things right (took an ice bath, drank a recovery smoothie, ate a REALLY good egg sandwich, drank alot of water and Gatorade). We made it out to a couple of bbqs but we were home by 7:30 and in bed around 9:30, and asleep at 10. The foam roller has become my new best friend (this is what happens when you do TRX 12 hours before going for a long run). I've taken care to look closely at my training schedule for the next week and I don't see any more super long runs on it. I think I can say with confidence that taper has begun and my legs are ridiculously thankful.
04 July 2012
Be better than 12:18
I've had the above scene from Crazy, Stupid Love in my head today.
But instead of "Be better than the Gap" running repeatedly across my mind, it's Be better than 12:18. You see, 12:18 was my finish time at Ironman Lake Placid last year. The big victories of the day last year were getting through the race with no nutrition fails and not completing imploding on the run and mentally giving up (please see IM France and IM Wisconsin of the previous year where I basically did the opposite). After a rough year in 2010 and trying to get the hang of the whole racing thing in 2011, I did see last year's IMLP performance as a bit of a victory for those aforementioned reasons.
But this year in 2012, I want more. Please don't get me wrong - even if I don't get the result I want this year at Lake Placid, all of the hard work and training wasn't wasted. I've met and trained with so many great friends this year, I've enjoyed every sweaty mile in the pool and on the bike and in my running shoes. I'm putting forth the effort to make better food choices, to sleep more, to recovery better (I bought a foam roller, yeeee-haw!) and all of these things will serve me well after the race is over, regardless of the result. I don't know what I am capable of, but when you work hard at something for another 365 days, you do want to see an improvement over the previous year.
So. Be better than 12:18. Be better than 12:18. Be better than 12:18.
01 July 2012
Peak Weekend and Mother Nature
Mother Nature had a bit of a hissy fit this weekend out here in the mid-Atlantic. Not only was it hot (temperatures over 100+ degrees and humid - kind of like being back in Burkina, except it's not humid there), but on Friday night a fast-moving, destructive storm blew through the area, knocking down trees, powerlines, etc with its high winds. Mindy and I had originally planned to do our last 100 mile ride pre-Placid down on Skyline Drive, but with recent reports of fires and a quick call to the ranger station confirming that the air quality was expected to be smoky and not ideal for biking, we changed our plans at the last minute to bike out in Poolesville, MD instead.
Besides some power outages along the Columbia Pike and seeing an overturned port-o-potty somewhere as we drove out to the highway on our way to Poolesville, we didn't see too much damage and destruction in the Arlington area. Things looked a bit worse as we got closer to Poolesville, more downed trees and lots of debris in the roads (though, it should be mentioned that clean-up crews did a really impressive job at clearing the big stuff out of the roads really quickly). We joked, it'll be like doing cyclocross on our tri bikes, not really thinking that would actually happen.
Be careful what you say (and let it be noted, we were 85+ miles into our ride and turning around would've added alot more mileage and we were desperate to be done).
Ha, the irony - we were on a road called "Big Woods Road." And there wasn't any warning that the road was shut down, we just came around the corner and saw this:
Fortunately this was the only major downed-trees crossing we had to do, the rest of the roads were relatively clear of the big stuff. And the roads were actually in very decent shape well outside of Poolesville where it was more fields than woods. So besides the stifling heat (which really manifested itself on our T-run) and the debris-dodging, we had a good ride. Even better was the fact that our legs felt A-OK afterwards. We didn't get started on the ride as early as we wanted (thanks to yours truly running late, per usual), so by the time we were partway through the ride, it felt like we were biking in an oven heated to at least 100 degrees. Ick. We planned out our route so every 15-20 miles we rolled by the only store in the area that had power and was selling cold Gatorade.
After we crossed through the above forest in the road, we continued on a few miles before we came upon this:
The power was shut down and the wires weren't live, but they weren't letting any cars through. Bikes are smaller and more nimble though, so they let us through.
I slept in to 7 this morning and moved really slowly eating my breakfast, getting my running stuff together. I only had a 90 minute run on the schedule, my legs felt pretty good, but it was SO HOT outside. I opened the door at 7:45 to look for the morning paper and it was like a hot, humid hair dryer got turned on in my face. I finally got out the door around 9am. This was an easy run, so I had no shame in running close to 9 minute miles the whole time. I can call today's run good for heat acclimatization but I hope, hope, HOPE Placid will not be as hot as today. By mile 6 I was dreaming of slushies. By mile 7, I decided that we needed to go to Williams-Sonoma STAT to buy some overpriced-popsicle makers that I scoffed at two weeks ago saying we didn't have room in the kitchen for them. Oh, nevermind, we will FIND room. I thought about texting Mark when I got home to see if he could just get the popsicle makers on his way home, but figured that once I had something cold to drink, and maybe a smoothie, I would change my mind.
Nope. We're going out to get the popsicle makers this afternoon. It's going to be a long, hot summer and I planned to be fully prepared when it comes to frozen treats.
Besides some power outages along the Columbia Pike and seeing an overturned port-o-potty somewhere as we drove out to the highway on our way to Poolesville, we didn't see too much damage and destruction in the Arlington area. Things looked a bit worse as we got closer to Poolesville, more downed trees and lots of debris in the roads (though, it should be mentioned that clean-up crews did a really impressive job at clearing the big stuff out of the roads really quickly). We joked, it'll be like doing cyclocross on our tri bikes, not really thinking that would actually happen.
Be careful what you say (and let it be noted, we were 85+ miles into our ride and turning around would've added alot more mileage and we were desperate to be done).
Ha, the irony - we were on a road called "Big Woods Road." And there wasn't any warning that the road was shut down, we just came around the corner and saw this:
Fortunately this was the only major downed-trees crossing we had to do, the rest of the roads were relatively clear of the big stuff. And the roads were actually in very decent shape well outside of Poolesville where it was more fields than woods. So besides the stifling heat (which really manifested itself on our T-run) and the debris-dodging, we had a good ride. Even better was the fact that our legs felt A-OK afterwards. We didn't get started on the ride as early as we wanted (thanks to yours truly running late, per usual), so by the time we were partway through the ride, it felt like we were biking in an oven heated to at least 100 degrees. Ick. We planned out our route so every 15-20 miles we rolled by the only store in the area that had power and was selling cold Gatorade.
After we crossed through the above forest in the road, we continued on a few miles before we came upon this:
The power was shut down and the wires weren't live, but they weren't letting any cars through. Bikes are smaller and more nimble though, so they let us through.
I slept in to 7 this morning and moved really slowly eating my breakfast, getting my running stuff together. I only had a 90 minute run on the schedule, my legs felt pretty good, but it was SO HOT outside. I opened the door at 7:45 to look for the morning paper and it was like a hot, humid hair dryer got turned on in my face. I finally got out the door around 9am. This was an easy run, so I had no shame in running close to 9 minute miles the whole time. I can call today's run good for heat acclimatization but I hope, hope, HOPE Placid will not be as hot as today. By mile 6 I was dreaming of slushies. By mile 7, I decided that we needed to go to Williams-Sonoma STAT to buy some overpriced-popsicle makers that I scoffed at two weeks ago saying we didn't have room in the kitchen for them. Oh, nevermind, we will FIND room. I thought about texting Mark when I got home to see if he could just get the popsicle makers on his way home, but figured that once I had something cold to drink, and maybe a smoothie, I would change my mind.
Nope. We're going out to get the popsicle makers this afternoon. It's going to be a long, hot summer and I planned to be fully prepared when it comes to frozen treats.
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