Happy Ironmanniversary! One Month! Thank you and goodnight.

That's right!  It's August 27.  And if you are reading this anytime between 6:30 am and 8:45 pm (eastern) today, exactly at this moment just one month ago today, I was racing Ironman Lake Placid.  It's my Ironmanniversary!  I promise you that I will not post monthly Ironmanniversary posts going forward.  In fact, I promise this will be the last Ironman post for a little while (brace yourself friends: I'm marathon training!). I also promise to stop saying Ironmanniversary.  Even though it is a really great word.  

But back to Ironman, because all things come back to Ironman.  It's taken me this long to really process the day, and I think I am still processing it.  I'm still riding the high from the finish and the whole experience.  I recapped the race, and I recapped my advice and tips.  Now for a round up of training and a big ol' thank you.  A "thank you and goodnight" farewell to my first (but certainly not last!) Ironman. (ironmanniversary sorry)

Training Round-Up by the Numbers

I hate numbers.  I hate math.  I hate addition, subtraction, multiplication, division.  I hate fractions. I hate numbers.  I hope my math teachers are not reading this blog.  But hey, I'm doing a little round up of Ironman training by the numbers and what went down in that long stretch of training.

* 252 -- days of training [November 18 2013 - July 27, 2014)
* 6 -- number of lakes I swam in (Mirror Lake, Lake Wallenpaupack, Black Bear Tri lake, Devilman lake, Laurel Lake (NJ), Camp Ockanixon (NJ))
* 67.4 -- inches of snow that fell last Winter (second snowiest Winter in history in Philadelphia. awesome)
* 160 -- number of egg wraps, egg bagels and/or egg sandwiches I ate for second breakfast in 252 days (approximate)
* 9 -- number of ABBA songs on my playlist
* 5 -- number of SOAS tri kits I bought in the year of training
* 4,390 -- number of calories I burned at Ironman Lake Placid on race day (that's 20.4 Hop Devils)
* 154,277 -- number of yards I swam (that's 87.66 miles)
* 56:18:46 -- number of hours I swam

* 1,809.77 -- number of miles I biked (outside)

* 172:37:48 -- number of hours I biked

* 657.79 -- number of miles I ran

* 128:46:21 -- number of hours I ran
* 4 -- approximate number of times I cursed out a dog on a bike ride (they deserved it)

* 1 -- number of times I thought I might not be able to race [when my PT told me it wasn't happening]

* 0 -- number of times I thought I couldn't do it.  

Training Round-Up by the Photos

Numbers are fine, but pictures are more my speed.  And with over 8 months of training, which included all 4 seasons, these pictures are worth a thousand words.  And like the Chinese proverb, but obviously adapted to Ironman, the journey of 140.6 miles begins with a single step.  My first official training workout, and my first official step toward Ironman, was a 20 minute walk the day after the Philadelphia Marathon.

We slogged through the cold

and the snow

and the ice

and the effing Polar Vortex

and the snow again in April in Lake Placid

We got mad about the snow.  Even in a Wonder Woman headband.  #wheresmyinvisiblejet

We were twinsies!

More than once!

We swam a lot.  We looked fantastic in wetsuits.

Some One of us aqua jogged

We biked a lot.  We biked in the heat.

We biked in the cold.

We biked in the rain on race day

We biked in beautiful places

We changed our tires

We got shiny age group medals at races!

We ran a lot

We ran in the rain

We ran in the sunshine

We ran in the dark

We rain in the Fall

in the Winter

in the Spring

and the Summer

Sometimes we ran like gazelles who had wings!

And sometimes our runs were a struggle

We did bricks.  A lot of bricks.  Some were great! Even if they don't look like they were great!

Some ... were hard and hot and miserable.

We were cheered on by our friends and family

We met Mike Reilly - the voice of Ironman!

We got hurt :(

We threw our hands up in the air sometimes ... saying AYO gotta let go

We ate a lot. We ate a whole lot.  We miss eating an Ironman-whole lot.

We drank beer.  We drank a whole lot of beer.  That's still happening, actually.

And we had the time of our lives.

In one year, we went from Ironman hopefuls (July 2013)

to Ironmen (July 27, 2014)!

A Round Up of Thank Yous

I would be remiss if I didn't do a very public shout-out to a bunch of people who made the last year, and ultimately race day, possible.

My Mom and Dad -- I think they thought I was crazy when I told them what I was doing.  But anytime I asked for help with the kids or said what I was doing or how I was training, they were quick to offer encouragement and love and support.  They came up to Lake Placid because I invited them, and I know they were excited, but they are full on Ironman junkies after the race!  They have been effusive with how proud they are and how amazing the experience of race day was.  I will never, ever, EVER, forget seeing their faces on the course and at the finish.  It is one thing for your parents to tell you that they are proud (and they have).  It is quite another to see that pride all over their faces.

My sister -- she, too, came up to Lake Placid and was there every step of the way.  Add to that, she gave massages to Amy, Bill and me [she is a massage therapist] pre and post race.  She gave me lots of advice on how to care for my muscles through training and especially when I hurt my foot.  I swear her castor oil wrap was a miracle worker.  She supported me in a very public way on Facebook, which made my heart sing.  She is one cool chick, and I'm lucky that she's my sister.

Jane and Doug (Bill's parents) -- I worried that I might have come on a tad bit strong when I first met them a few months ago ... but thankfully they seem OK with crazy (and my somewhat drunken sailor mouth), so it was a non-issue.  They watched my kids during the many, many long bike rides and swims up at Lake Wallenpaupack and they fed me pre and post-workout.  I know Bill and Amy warned them about my appetite, but I don't think they appreciated it until they saw me actually take food off of Bill's plate and finish it off.  They are kind, caring, wonderful people who made it clear that my kids and I were welcome and that we should feel free to make ourselves at home and be ourselves.  I've made two new friends and I count myself lucky.

My friends (high school, college, wedding friends, law school friends, work friends) -- I am pretty sure that my friends heard it all and might explode if they hear the word "Ironman" one more time.  I am so fortunate to have really, truly amazing friends.  They'd ask about workouts, they'd build me up when I was down, they'd cheer me when I felt good.  They blew up my phone - almost literally (I still have an iPhone 4) - with texts and emails and calls before, after and during the race.  My college friends  Julia, Missy and Melissa sent a bottle of champagne to the house in Lake Placid.  My wedding friend Rachel sent flowers after the race.  My high school friend Angie sent a personalized glass dish that says swim-bike-run-EAT and has the m-dot symbol and my name.  I have an absolute army of kickass, amazing women in my corner.

Patti, Ava, and Heather -- they're a subset of the friends above, but I need to do a special shout out to these three incredible women and athletes who took time from their own busy lives to come up to Lake Placid and cheer me on.  They rallied our families and kept them updated on what to do on race day and were exuberant cheerleaders the entire day (yes, Patti, yes you were exuberant).  I cannot wait to cheer on these women as they each follow their dreams by running marathons and breaking into triathlon.   

Sandy  -- my boss not only funded my "second breakfast" habit for 8 months (he is responsible for the many egg-related products above), but he showed up on race day to cheer us on.  And ... because I am horrible at math and with numbers (see above), I miscalculated and he didn't have a bed and he had to sleep on the floor of the house in Placid.  Big warned that that might not be a good outcome for me, but Sandy seemed to take it in stride.  I'm sure I will hear about it forever, but his presence on race day was incredibly touching.  I think he also bought my friends beer.  I know they were touched by that.  

My bloggie friends:  Brian ("Bri Tri") Schwind, Jillian O'Malley, and Maria Simone -- Brian and Maria are fellow bloggers (and Maria is a fellow Jersey girl) who I met a couple years ago by searching for blogs about races I was doing, while Jillian is a mutual friend of a high school friend of mine who hooked us up on Facebook.  They are all Ironman veterans and they were supportive, effusive, encouraging and very kind through this whole process.  Being able to chat with a "been there done that" person is immensely valuable when training for an Ironman.  But more than that, they are just good people with great senses of humor.  I'm thrilled to have met such cool, inspiring people.  

My coach, Jason Kilderry -- don't underestimate Jason, even if he looks younger than I do.  My biggest concern with taking on an Ironman was getting myself to the start in good physical shape and emotional shape.  Jason took care of both.  I don't know what he did or how he did it, but his workout plan worked.  Yes, I did the hard work. But he put together the plan and listened to me and somehow made those 140.6 miles not only doable but absolutely incredible.  I felt great after the race.  And within a week, I was running again.  He claims he is a legit beer drinker, but I've not yet seen that ...

Amy and Bill -- I'm not sure where to start.  I wish I could remember when we moved from joking about doing an Ironman to seriously discussing doing an Ironman.  In the Fall and Winter, we were largely on our own for workouts and were all doing similar things but at totally different times.  Once the Spring rolled around, we were able to run and ride together, which was great.  We made it through the highs and lows of training together.  We laughed at the absurdity of what we were doing.  We built each other up when things went wrong or when we weren't feeling the workouts.  When I hurt my foot and was in that 24 hour period when the race wasn't looking possible, Amy said that while they weren't giving up yet, if it came down to it, one of them would register for and do Ironman Cambridge with me; Bill offered to tow and push me around IMLP like Team Hoyt.  We had a lot of laughs and a lot of fun and I can't imagine having done this crazy journey with anyone else but them.  

My kids -- My kids are my biggest, and yet littlest, supporters.  They would ask everyday, "what's the Ironman workout today, Mommy?" and when the answer was something nuts like "Oh, an 85 mile bike ride" they'd say "OK!".  Quitting or giving up was not an option.  At one point in the Winter when snow was on the ground, I remember complaining that I didn't feel like going to the YMCA to swim.  Little gave me a sympathetic look and simply said, "too bad."  Ha!  That became the mantra any time I complained or balked about doing a workout.  As the race got closer, they had more and more questions about it and how I felt and how it was going to be.  They told everyone they knew that Mommy was doing an Ironman.   They know all the triathlon lingo: brick, power, time trial, T1, T2, aero.  As the race got closer, Little busied herself making posters for race day, while Big would watch the 2013 Ironman World Championship at Kona in the morning when he woke up ("Mommy, did you know that Sebastian Kienle is a very feared cyclist?" "Mom, do you think Caroline Steffen will ever win at Kona?").  They never once complained about the experience or made me feel guilty or bad about all of the time that it took away from them.  Instead, they excitedly and joyously supported me and grounded me.  Knowing that they were waiting for me at the finish line inspired me to keep going.  As much as I didn't want that moment in the Oval to end, as soon as it did, I couldn't wait to find my little minions and give them a tearful hug and kiss.

So there it is!  The end of the road - the goodnight and farewell to my 2014 Ironman experience.  I'll be ready for another one in a few years, but I know that nothing can, or ever will, compare to this one.  The question I often get after people ask about this race is "so, what's next? how do you possibly follow and Ironman?" Ha. I'm done with triathlons for 2014 (I couldn't imagine going out on a higher note than IMLP so I don't want to try) and am training for the Steamtown marathon in mid-October where I am hoping to qualify for the Boston Marathon.  That means I have to run a 3:45 marathon, which is an aggressive goal.  I'm up for the challenge!  

See you swoon,

Ironman Lake Placid thoughts [post 1 of 2]: tips and tricks for a first timer

Hello hello!  Did you know that I trained for and raced an Ironman?  I'm not sure if I mentioned it here on the blog.  Ha ha ha.

So, 140.6 miles deserves the 140.6 mile equivalent of posts.  Obviously the training that led up to the big race consumed me and consumed the blog.  Even though the race is over (sad face), I still think about it all of the time.  I want to share my thoughts over the course of two posts: this one (which is more practical) and another next week (which will be a lot more emotional and perhaps esoteric).

Up today? Tips!  Who doesn't like tips?  Consider me your personal first timer Ironman therapist and guru because I am about to lay down a whole host of tips on you.  Obligatory disclaimer: these tips are what worked for me.  We are all different and awesome, and what works for me may not work for you.

Race Day

1.  What to Wear

WEAR WHAT YOU HAVE TRAINED IN.  All caps.  Seriously all caps.  At Ironman Lake Placid, I wore my tried and true SOAS polka dot tri top and Coeur Little Black Tri shorts.

I wore these pieces all through training: in swims, bikes and runs.  I knew that they were comfortable and wouldn't bother me.  Just a few weeks before the race, I bought a bunch of new SOAS kits and while they were super cute and comfy, I didn't want to risk the unknown on race day -- not with 140.6 miles of racing ahead of me.  Stick to what you know. 

2.  What to Eat

First - practice nutrition well before race day.  I've heard nutrition is the fourth leg of a triathlon, and I guess that is true.  It is so important to nail down what you need to eat on the course and before the race.  Race day is not a time to experiment. 

Here's what I ate:

Night before: tried and true pasta dinner, bread, glass of red wine (so I could relax and sleep)

Morning of:  oatmeal with milk & chocolate chips, egg wrap with american cheese, diluted gatorade, coffee.

Hour before swim: Uncrustable (grape jelly).  Uncrustables are amazing.  You know ... those frozen PB&J sandwiches?  I hadn't considered them until a friend at camp told me about them.  Wow. Invest in the Costco-sized carton.  You will blow through these suckers like candy.

T1: Lara Bar (banana bread flavor)

Bike loop 1: Bonk Breaker (coconut cashew), Lara Bar (coconut cream pie), Uncrustable (grape jelly), bottle of Hammer Perpetuem (strawberry vanilla flavor), bottle of Skratch labs (orange flavor), 1 Gu.

Bike special needs (between loops 1 & 2): ham and cheese wrap

Bike loop 2: see bike loop 2.  Instead of the Skratch labs, I used the Perform drinks (like Gatorade) that the course had. I diluted these with water.  

T2: Candy cane flavored Gu (yum)

Run: I tried a Gu but quickly realized this wasn't gonna work.  Instead, I stuck to bananas and fresh orange smiles that the course offered. To drink, I did water, diluted Perform and sips of Coke along the course (if you didn't know, IM offers aid stations every mile and they are stocked with amazing stuff: fruit (orange, grapes, bananas), cookies, pretzels, Gu, Perform, water, ice, Coke, chicken broth ... you name it, it's there.  

3.  What to Expect

Expect the unexpected.  Easy enough in concept, but difficult in practice, especially for someone like me: an admitted Type A Perfectionist who likes everything to go according to plan.  One thing I did (and I heartily recommend anyone interested in Ironman do) was to voraciously read race recaps of other people who did Ironman.  I focused more heavily on Lake Placid, but I loved all of it and read anything I could.  I reached out to a handful of authors and am glad I did! This is how I met Maria and Bri Tri.  And in all of the race recaps that I read, one common theme was throughout: everyone had completely unexpected things happen during their races.  From tummy issues to weather to mechanical issues to injuries ... anything could, and did, happen. 

So, I braced myself for the possibility for the S hitting the F.  And, of course, it did.  Lightning.  Pouring Rain.  Power meter failure.  Tummy issues.  Any one of these things could ruin a race, but I was determined to roll with it and deal and move on.  

If you are racing an Ironman, plan for the unexpected.  Obviously, you have no idea what that is.  But trust yourself, your training and your wits to deal with it when it hits.  A minor (or major) snafu could ruin your race. It's up to you to not let it.  

4.  How to Be

One thing you need to decide before your race is what your role will be: will you be a competitor or a participant?  There is a huge difference.  I hadn't really thought of that difference until right after we spent Spring Break in Lake Placid.  I came away from that 85 mile bike ride completely humbled and a little demoralized.  I remember chatting with Maria, who is a veteran and podium finisher Ironman, about it.  She was the one who said I should be a participant vs. a competitor.  That moment was a turning point.  Sure, I would do my best and strive to finish in the best time possible.  But when I allowed myself to not compete and to take myself out of that pressure, I immediately felt better and more excited, and less anxious, about the race.  For me, letting myself just enjoy my first Ironman experience as a participant was a life-changing decision that ultimately played out perfectly on race day.  

I read something in the days leading up to the race that also resonated with me: no one cares about your Ironman time but you.  Truth!  That also took the pressure off.  I realized that with the exception of a handful of people, most people in my life did not grasp the significance of the difference between a 10 hour finish or a 16:55 finish: an Ironman is an Ironman is an Ironman.  So rather than fighting for an arbitrary number on race day, I simply sought to do my best and, more importantly, to soak up every moment of the day.  I succeeded.  I danced over the finish line.  My friend Maya told me that she and her son were watching and when I crossed the finish line her son said, "Mom, she won!".  Boy, was he right.  I felt like I won that race.  Because I did!  

Training

When I told someone that I was training for an Ironman, the rhythm of the conversation usually went something like this:

Them:  IRONMAN?  

Me:  Yes.

Them:  Have you done one before?

Me:  No.

Them:  Wow. That's impressive.

Me:  Yes.  It is also crazy. I admit it is crazy.

Them:  So tell me the distances again.  And what's the order?

Me: Swim 2.4 miles, bike 112 miles, run 26.2 miles

Them:  Wow.  That is a lot for your body to handle all in one day!  

Me.  Yes, it is.  

It's absolutely true: it is a lot for my body to handle all in one day.  But honestly, the training was a lot for my body and mind to handle every day.  Sure, my daily training wasn't as rigorous as the race itself, but day after day, week after week, workout after workout, it's just a lot on the body and the mind.  Here are a few ways that I managed to stay sane during training.  

1.  Hire a Coach

I knew early on that for an Iron distance, I would have to hire a coach.  Amy, Bill and I agreed we would interview coaches together and hopefully end up with the same person.  We all really liked our coach, Jason Kilderry of ETA Coach.  Each week, Jason uploaded workouts for us, analyzed the prior week's data and provided feedback.  Jason's whole goal was to get us to the start injury-free and in great shape both mentally and physically for the race.  I followed the race plan to a tee and it absolutely worked.  Hire a coach and you, too, can look this amazing in the water.

I knew that unless I took a year off of work and trained around the clock, I would worry that I didn't do enough.  So, hiring a coach and putting my trust in someone else was a big step in getting myself prepared for the race mentally.  That worked as well.  I stood at the swim start before Ironman Lake Placid and was excited.  A little nervous, yes.  But I knew in my gut, in my head and in my heart that I could not have been more prepared to race.

2. Surround Yourself With People Who Care, Who Get It, or Who Are Awesome.

Your first Ironman is one giant mind screw:  you are constantly wondering why, whether, how, when, if all of this is possible.  And because you've never done this distance, or even come close to it, you have no real reason, other than blind faith in yourself, to believe that it can be done.  I think faith in myself was important, but surrounding myself with people who believed in me (even if they thought I was insane) was key.  There will be workouts, days, even weeks where you feel that you're struggling or you're tired or even demoralized.  It's during those times that you need your friends to build you up and remind you that you can do it.

I was lucky.  I had Amy and Bill.  We were a built-in support network for one another.  We were also a built-in accountability network for one another.  It was great amazing.

I also had incredible friends who checked in daily during training.  Some showed up at the race ...

Some sent champagne and had it delivered to the house in Lake Placid the day before the race ...

One had flowers delivered after the race ...

And many blew up my phone with wonderful texts, emails and Facebook posts & messages.

They all believed in me and let me know it.  On those dark days when I didn't have full faith in myself, knowing that the great people in my life who I loved did made me pick myself up and keep on keeping on.

3.  You'll Eat and Sleep a Ton

So anyone who knows me knows that I eat a lot.  I love food.  I mean ... I *love* food.  So when I started Ironman training, it was all great.  And then in the Spring when we moved up to 80-100 mile bike rides on weekends and 15+ mile long runs and really long swims, my appetite became truly epic.  I started eating second breakfast every day (funded solely by my boss/friend who bring it in each day -- we calculated that he spent about $1,200 on second breakfast alone in the past year of training. wow).  Lunches and dinners would be huge.  You are in this perpetual and amazing cycle of preparing for and/or recovering from a big workout every.single.day.  My friends: gather ye rosebuds whilst ye may.  Enjoy.  Eat up.  Feed your inner Ironman.

You will also sleep a ton.  I have always been an early riser, so waking up at 5 am for daily workouts was not a big deal.  But ... with the increased workload, I found myself bone-crushingly exhausted each night.  I would be out - over and out - by about 9:30 every night.  Awesome.  Unless beer was involved, especially at the World of Beer in Houston, in which case I would happily rally.

4.  Be Organized

I admit that I am overly organized.  I love to organize.  Back in the Winter at the gym, where you could find me many mornings each week, I was putting on my makeup after a swim and struck up a conversation with the woman next to me (who, thankfully, was clothed.  There are several women in my gyms who like to walk around for an extended period of time in varying degrees of undress. It is often inappropriate and jarring.  I digress).  She noticed all of my little bags in my big gym bag and was impressed by my "organization."  I laughed a little because yes, I love to organize.  But I realized as we talked that what she perceived as just neat organization was actually vitally important to me to preserve my sanity.  Throughout Ironman training (and even now), I tried to do my workouts in the mornings, and if I am swimming or dropping the kids off at school, I will go right to the gym and then shower and get ready for work there.  I found early on that the frequent process of packing a shower bag and a makeup bag was tedious and annoying.  So, now I keep fully stocked toiletries and make-up bags in my gym bag so that I never have to worry about packing them. Semper paratus.

I also keep an emergency bag of workout gear in my car.  It's got an extra pair of sneakers, socks, shorts, capris, sports bra, workout top, bathing suit, towel, swim cap and goggles.  You never know when you'll need it. 

5.  You'll Spend A Lot

Prepare for the money suck of Ironman.  As if $700 (at a minimum!) in registration fee alone wasn't enough, you will spend a boatload in your quest to become an Ironman: coaches, races, gear, gym memberships, food, travel, camp ... we're not in four figures anymore, Toto.

6.  GET A BIKE FIT

Sorry to shout and again ALL CAPS you, but wow.  You'll spend hours and 112 miles on race day on the bike.  You'll spend countless more hours and miles on the bike in training.  Get your butt to a really good bike shop and invest time and money on a proper fit.  It should take hours.  It will be worth it.  I will remind you that on race day, I wore no gloves and no chamois cream and I was perfectly comfortable.  I credit a really killer bike fit with that.

7.  Triage.  Triage Everything

I looked at my year of Ironman training as triage in many ways: do what it takes to survive.  Whatever that is.  In my case, I bought extras of everything and enough workout clothes and bathing suits for a week without laundry.

Ironman training means doubling laundry.  Seriously. You'll be working out at least once a day and sometimes twice.  So that is a lot of dirty, smelly clothes.  I have three one-piece bathing suits and a couple of competition two-piece suits (for use in summer in the outdoor pool).  I have enough sports bras, running tights and shorts, running shirts and tanks of all kinds and bike & tri shorts to get me through a week of workouts without having to do laundry.  This takes the pressure off tremendously.  

I also keep extra swim caps and goggles in my swim bag and bring them with me to the Y every time.  I've never had goggles break on me (but Bill has) but I have had my swim cap break.  My extra pair of goggles are just older ones that I didn't toss and the extra caps are from races.  

8.  Write it All Down

Your training journey to Ironman will be the fastest time of your life.  There will be times when the days feel long, but I promise you, in a flash (of lightning in my case) you'll be racing your Ironman and will not believe that the day has come.  I am so glad I kept a log of my training here on the blog.  It's been so fun to look back at the snow, the ice, the heat, the rain, the complaining, the tears, the injury, the fears, the grumpy cat, the everything and experience those moments again.  If you don't have a blog, send yourself weekly emails of your training.  You will be glad you did.  Relish the journey.  While the destination of race day is sweeter than anything you can imagine, the journey is incredible as well.

9.  Visualize Race Day

One thing I consistently did in training was to visualize race day and especially the finish line.  Part of me worried a little that I was jinxing myself by thinking so much about that moment.  But most of me needed that goal - that image and that vision to keep in my head.  It helped that I had Whitney Houston's "One Moment in Time" on my playlist so when I was running I could play it and cry and imagine myself running into the Olympic Oval and having my own one moment in time.  I know ... I just admitted to the internet that I love, and played, that song.  Come on. You know you love it too.

I know when I started to round the corner to the Oval, I thought back to those many, many training days when I would dream about the moment in which I was actually living. It was better than I could have imagined -- truly beyond my greatest hope and dreams.  What was once a dream and a goal became a reality and instead of looking forward, I truly just basked in the present, soaked up the moment and relished in it.  It was incredible.

So there you go - my best advice for a first time Ironman.  I firmly believe that anyone can do it.  Anyone.  You have to want it, and you have to work -- hard -- for it.  But if you have the dream and the drive, you can do it and the experience, both in training and on race day, will exceed your wildest imagination.  I will absolutely do another Ironman, but not for a few years (my support network and kids need a few years to recover more than I do, I think).  My goals in the meantime include qualifying for the Boston Marathon, doing a bunch of fun Half Ironman tris in gorgeous locations, and encouraging my friends to reach their goals.  This past year of training has taught me that anything is possible.  In a world that is often filled with negativity and pessimism, that perspective alone has been a wonderful, positive and permanent change in my life. 

See you swoon,