Saturday 8Mile Time Trial 23:58 10/11 in civilian class 35+
They call it the race of Truth. here are truths I unearthed today.
1. It's a blast to try something new that scares the crap out of you
2. I should really work on my core exercises before putting on a tight tri top
3. Time trials are fun
4. being passed on by 4 other riders does not make feel good
5. passing a 14yr old rider in a time trial does not make feel any better
had a REGEN recovery drink (i run/ride for Team REGEN so ya know) and hoped my legs would be recovered for my other race on sunday
Saturday night big date night 90 min drive to Atlantic city go see the Go-Go's play the house of blues (yes I'm old) arrive at the show and get a voicemail that the show has been cancelled
. hang out in AC for a bit and get some food and drive back I pass out for a bit of the ride
Sunday up at 5:45 for a 45min drive to Race #2
Independence supersprint tri 450 yd swim, 10 mile bike, 2mile run
hung out with the other old heads (green caps for my new age group 40+) before the race and joked about being overtired and undertrained. it was overcast and almost chilly. the swim has muddy and had seaweed and after my second kick to chest I began thinking I had enough of triathlon
not as hilly as I thought It be. legs felt great and I had a grand old time passing and chatting w/ everyone. the fast cyclist must have stayed home to watch the race in philly today cause I was only passed by 1 guy. I was cruising w/ my HR just below my Lactate Threshold. legs felt fresh despite yesterday TT. must push harder next time
spent the first 1/4 mile wondering who shot in me in the calves. after that was AWESOME! had a great run. no one passed me and I was catching a lot of guys. w/ a 1/2 mile to go I caught a guy in blue trisuit and pulled alongside. he looked at me and said' you know I'm a world class sprinter right?' I flex and snarled' BRING IT' we laughed and gave hi fives and I dropped him just before the finish.
the good news is I woke up 3 days in a row and fought the urge to go back to bed and did a workout. The bad news is i did them all inside. It is just too dark and cold at 6:30 to go and run much less ride. I will get there but right now it's just too much of a hassle to get my gloves/hat/jacket/long sleeve shirt/sweatpants all together and on my tired body to go outside and enjoy the frost. so for now it's just me staring at wall dreaming of the summer sun.
Saturday had a 5k at my old High School. sadly they changed the course so I couldn't compete against the high school version of me but it was a great run. the old course was 2.8 miles but was Uberhilly so time were akin to a 5k's. Now the course is still very very hilly but it's a full 5k. it very small field but saw an old XC teammate and other friends. I did even meet up with my old XC coach, Coach Rapson. it was amazing. haven't seen the guy in two decades and after saying hi, he tells me to double tie my shoes so I don't wipe out like I did in high school once. twenty years later and still busting my chops. ::) the start was pretty informal just a loud "Go!" from the Girls XC coach and we were off. I took off w/ my old teammate Bennet. We hit the first turn and the race is over Bennet is gone and there is nobody near me. Up the first bad hill and it hurts. I reach the top and note my HR is 190 highest HR I've hit. no problem only 2.8 miles to go and 3 hills to go. :P. During my 4 years in XC I did the old course countless times in races and practice somuch I could do it in my sleep so at the end of the 2nd hill I passed Coach Rap and turned left like we always used to do ignoring the large white straight arrow on the ground. from behind me I heard the familiar voice of Coach Rap 'G#$%^mn it go straight Joe!' gotta love the personal service you get at small races.I slogged along by myself and made it the finisher's hill, a short but steep mutha, without walking and crossed the finish line to collect my old school tongue depressor w/ the #2 on top of it. still a great course but will be doing a lot more hill work before I try this again.
wow worked just sucked the life out of me today. woke up excited to run and by lunch time I was done. just felt tired and grumpy then remembered how grumpy I'd be at the end of today if i didn't run so for the sake of my family, friends and coworkers I did a nice 34 min loop run and eased the aches out of my legs (and soul)
NERRC 21K race. This is a no frills race that I have soft spot in heart for. well I did anyway till I ran past the falls point bridge and didn't see any volunteers so kept running and took the first wrong turn in a race ever. I was not feeling the magic today (could blame the phillies game last night but that's too easy) by mile 12ish I was pretty burned out and was starting to jog it in. then i remembered the pep talk we gave to my 7 year old yesterday before his soccer game 'winning doesn't matter as much as always giving your best effort' so I ratched it up and crossed in around 1:43:15 and feeling like toasted *** avg hr 169 and the good news was No pain in my ITB or my AT so I guess its a win
After 2 years of training, juggling, setbacks and triumphs I have finally pulled the trigger on my first iron distance event. After this weekend's half ironman i feel totally ready and plunked my money down for the chesapeakeman ultra distance tri on 9/25 in Cambridge, Md
saturday was my off day and my daughters first soccer game of the year. she played tough and despite being a little one wasnt afraid to mix it up with the bigger kids. then it was off to a community park event so my daughter could ride some ponies and the boy could learn about muskets and WWII german weaponry from reenactors. back home for some dinner w/ our friend frank and his girls and the traditional prerace building of kitchen cabinets. went to bed around 10pm.
snuck out the door around 4am had a breakfast of pb crackers and fig newtowns w/ powerade zero on my drive down to delaware. arrived just as the parking lot opened and the rain began to fall. hit the registration tent before the crowd showed up and went back to my car. I decided to close my eyes and try to center myself before all the chaos grabs hold of me. well centering myself makes me have to poop. off to portapotties. portapotties before dawn are clean but dark, scary and inefficient. i grab my bags and bike and head off to T1. I get set up and break out my 9 year old never been work Orca longsleeve wetsuit that I got for doing Team in Training forever ago. surprisingly it fit. felt like a second skin. eventually we are kicked out of T1 and walk down to the pond.
they send us in the water and tell us to go to the first bouy about 200yds in the pond for the start. we walk out then start swimming to the start. As I reach the bouy I look up and see half the wave has left. a guy in a kayak says the race started 45 seconds again. D'oh!! well off I go. the suit is great but my stroke just doesn't feel quite right. I try to relax and focus on getting from bouy to bouy. I miss the initial rugby scrim bdue to my brilliant strategy of letting the crowd go first but still get a kick to the jaw and to my ribs
(right where it's tender from my crash last week
). the water is murky and I taste a lot of grit. yum. about 3/4 I notice the suit is squeezing my bladder. HARD. so I decide to really break in my suit.
out of the water in around 40minutes. was hoping to do better but oh well. a 1/4 mile run to T1. check my sugars 82 perfect I pop a gel and some meds and give denise and update text and 7minutes 15 seconds later I'm off.
it was still drizzling when I got the bike but that's fine with me cause I apparently can't handle the heat. I focus very hard on keep my HR below 145. I want to ride conservatively and save my energy for Mile 10 of the run. so I ride and eat every 15 minutes and test my sugars every hour and everything is working out fine I feel great and my sugars are steady. the course is rolling hills and boring but again that's fine cause this is a training day not a race. i tell myself this constantly as people pass me or I see someone ahead of me. that I'm not in it to win it I'm here to cover the distance and be ready for my first iron distance in two weeks so today is not a day to play hero. by the end of the bike my neck is sore and my tummy feels full but legs and lungs feel fine. I can do this one more time but it will be a grind. 3:09:14
T2 I jump off the bike and give Denise a call as I lace up my shoes. blood sugars are still holding steady. I pop another gel and i'm off. 6:33
I hit run and am grinding gears as I try to find my legs. I am tellling myself to slow down and keep my HR below 155. I calm down and get into a groove but the first six miles I strain against my HR limit. I hit the turnaround in around 58 minutes and my sugars are still fantastic despite the bars, gels and watered down gatorade I've been snacking on. I figure I'm close to 6hrs
(a barrier I've never been able to break in my previous 3 halfs
) I decide I've been disciplined enough and it would be cool to go for it. So I set phaser to kill
(actually more like hurt feelings but whatever
) and run by feel. The miles go clicking by. I gain a running partner along the way a high school sophmore doing his first half. We chat for a couple miles but I lose him at an aid station. i hit mile 10 and tried to push that much harder but this is also the base of the one bad hill of the course ahead of me I see people walking. I hit it no problem and enjoy the long downhill to mile 12. I am booking pretty hard but think I have a small cushion to breaking 6hrs
(but am guessing cause there are no clocks anywhere on the course and I started my watch late
) i hit the last turn and look for the finish clock and it's not there. I cross the line and stop my watch. Run time 1:51:56. i pass a lot of folks and get only passed by 2. I'm tired but could have run all day
official time 6:00:03. GRRRRRR
still this was my best Half ever. no cramps, no walking, no blowing up. A PR by 20 minutes for the distance and 40 minutes for this course. definitely would have broken six if this was my goal for the year but it isn't. My goal this year is to cover 140.6 and this was an excellent test for it.
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FINALLY!! this will be my first tri of the year (actually a couple years -rain last year turned a couple into Du's) and first race since june. sure it is less than 2 weeks from my iron distance but it'll be all under 150 bpm. phhhtt! a walk in the park. i hope.http://moms.meetup.com/cities/us/ia/des_moines/
Not a good training weekend. Was politely 'asked' by my wife to help her with some projects going on in our hourse including orgazing the kids toys and planning our daughters birthday party. I know i'm not a huge help in either one of these departments and get in the way more often than not but know enough to pitch in when I am asked. BUT it's 8 weeks till my first iron distance event and I should be doing some serious mileage now to get ready. alas there only so many hours in the day and about a million items on my honey do list so my training log is empty for the weekend. oh well I will find a way to get those miles back this week but I started this adventure to gives thanks to god/yaweh/creation/the spaghetti monster for the time I have here with great family and friends I do have. to make this time count and sometimes that means playing go fish w/ my daughter rather than running around the neighborhood for two hours.
yesterday I did get in a great 1500yd swim and today I had a quick work out 3.42 mile in 32 minutes w/4 leslie hill repeats. no HRM just the sound of my lungs imploding at the top of the hill
IT IS ON! finally got the call back from my doc (at 10PM on a lousy cell connection but it counts) I told him about my reverse bonk last week and he (a marathon and triathlete as well as being a doc) said basically I'm an experiment of one and that ride should not have to be the end of my season. He recommended halfing my carb intake and increasing my hydration and keep testing. I passed this info on to the ever patient Denise and she was still behind me -not thrilled with the upcoming crazy rides I left but still behind me. So it's back on. did a easy 30 minutes of elliptical at midnight to celebrate then did an hour of spinning with some single leg and some standing intervals early this morning. Even with little sleep, I feel GREAT now. It's great to have my race back. BRING IT!
on Thurs 7/29 I played hooky from work and did Big Training Day with some friends in preparation for my first iron distance in september. It was going to be a test to see how I was preparing for the race by swimming 1 hour, riding 5 hours, then running 2 hours. I failed. the swim went fine. 3,000 yards in 1hour 1 minute with only some minor foot cramping. The ride was another story the first two hours was a walk in the park. Until I flatted no problem quick tire change minimal cursing and I was back at it. a quarter mile down the road I flatted again. We ride on. I'm a type 2 diabetic so I am consntantly drinking eating and checking my sugars. Around 3 hours my sugars a little high but not bad. I am more fatigued and sore. We keep riding. at a pit stop I check again and my sugars are more elevated-not dangerously so but defintiely heading in the wrong direction. I keep drinking but forgo any more gels. I am sweating like a pig and keep losing power. about 4hours in I have to stop on top of a hill. my sugars are in a 'not good but not dangerous' territory. I regroup and we ride on. 30 minutes later my friends notice I am swerving a bit on my bike and slurring my speech. they pull the plug on my ride. I pull out and hit the air conditioning and rehydrate while they ride on. I call home and freak my wife out by slurring my speech. I recheck my sugars and they are thru the roof. Not bad enough for ambulance ride but it is the highest reading I've had in years. I take more of my meds and after over an hour my sugars go to a safe level. At this point I run 20 minutes to burn off some anger. No Major issues besides a small headache at the beginning that wears off. I woke up the next day feeling relatively fresh and did a good 80 minute run saturday feeling great. So I am assuming that dehydration wasn't the problem but rather my sugars. My doctor is a marathoner and triathlete but have spent the last couple days playing phone tag with him. my initial response was that I was done w/ iron training but am now thinking that it may just be a matter of more testing my sugars and not being afraid of using my meds during the event. But till I have a talk w/ my doc and sitdown with my support crew I'm not sure where this season will be go.
Thursday - run day so 5 hill repeats at unisys hill. great little hill and it was a beautiful day but I was rushed so I only got about 30 minutes in
Friday- another life induced rest day
Saturday - up early to face down some person hobgoblins of doubt on the bike. haven't ridden Bloo at all lately and first couple miles were getting reacquanted. After warm up I decided to ride to New Hope. This is a country backroad ride with 3 good climbs at the base of the second hill a small voice in my head starting talking smack. ' you're not going to be able to finish this ride...somethings off you don't have it today' instead of calling this voice a little b!tch or worse yet giving in I negotiated - just keep going as long as we can as long as nothing is wrong and nothing is. this is what it is supposed to feel like doing a long climb. i kept climbing and eating and eventually made the turnaround where a quick check showed my blood sugars was in a good range. so off we went again I took on the last and worst climb off the day and I owned it. the rest of the ride was fantastic - me and bloo were sympatico and the little voice was vanquished. all together it was about 41 miles in 2:50. I got back home started the coffee maker and switched into my running shoes and did a quick mile.
later that day we drove down to the beaches of lower delaware
Sunday - after a long day of sun and fun I got permission to do a long run before dinner. perfect timing it was still light and very warm and about the same time of day I will getting off the bike for my iron distance in sept. The first two miles i pushed the pace too hard and the heat, lack of shade, and buffallo wings I had for dinner last night quickly turned the run into a death shuffle. I was overjoyed! This was a fantastic race simulation. tired, hot and a stomach on fire doing loops around the house where I could quit at any time. I kept going. I guess i could have used a portaloo out there to further compliment my race simulation but I figured I should leave some mystery for raceday. I finished with a sour stomach and a huge smile. 90 minutes
Monday - first ocean swim EVER. did a warm up of body surfing w/ the boy and saw a dolphin out in the waves (or at least I thought It was dolphin might may been a mutated deranged anchovey) so suck it kona I can swim with dolphins on the east coast. I got out past the breakers and swam to the jetty and back. the current was a lot harder on the way back. no sighting issues. Did have the taste of salt pretzels for the whole swim though. one incident to report where a person swam under me and I touched their back. It was a bit of a suprise and I freaked for a second fearing that I found a dead body luckily they popped to the surface and started swimming. about 25 minutes to cover around 800 yards.
When you are running at midnight on a dark country road and recalling every disembowelment scene from every horror movie ever made it is very important to not be wearing headphones with the music jacked up to 11. There are two reasons for this:
Because it is vitally important that you hear the chainsaw wielding maniac as he primes his weapon and not be surprised by his sudden appearance
Because you need a long run in the pitch black of east bumblef#$k PA with only the sounds of your feet clomping as your only companion to be able to hear yourself answer the question ‘Why am I out here doing something so monumentally stupid?’
It’s a question all triathletes have asked themselves since the dawn of the Tri-Age. That is what I was seeking Friday night. The big WHY will become vitally important when I am at Mile 18 of the marathon of my first iron distance tri and my left ITB burns and my right foot feels like falling off and my stomach is bloated and about to reverse gears. The WHY will be the only thing to keep me moving forward. Mile 18 is no place to start asking why. I need to have that answer long before I reach the starting line.
‘To Who?’ Mile 18 would reply ‘you could call a cab and go back to bed and tell everyone at work you won the damn thing and they wouldn’t care.’
‘It’d be for me proof that Diabetes can’t stop me. It may slow me down but it won’t stop me from doing what I want with my life. That at the end I made my days count and didn’t shrivel up and hide from life because of my lazy arse pancreas not working hard enough’
That seems to be the WHY for now. I’ll keep pushing and prodding myself to try and be sure but we’ll see if that answer is enough on a dark lonely country road in September.