I'm so done with a training plan. sick of figuring what I should be doing and how hard. today I had it and just ran at lunch again. no heart rate monitor or plan just me, my feet and the heat. pushed it when I wanted to took a detour up a tough hill just because. I felt a like a dog let off it's chain.
But me being a triathlete I can't let a workout go without crunchign some numbers 3.95 miles in 35:30. ahhh all is in balance now.
1 month to go before my first iron distance tri and still have doubts but gotta say the ability to put out a good 20 mile run on a random wednesday morning is huge confidence booster. first 15 miles felt incredibly smooth. the last 5 required more effort but still nothing really went wrong. everything just clicked today but I ran smart and controlled and not like the usual spaz that I am and it worked out great. ran w/ no headphones today and was actually hoping it would rain so this would be the toughest workout possible but no luck. so California uber alles and happy happy joy joy was stuck in my head the entire run. I had a protien bar the second hour and my sugars were good and stopped every 3 miles for a quick drink and some salt tabs. was able to finish on time and grab a quick shower and make to work on time though I am kinda of hobbling around the place. I think I may have a chance at my big race only 30 days away if I race smart and within myself. this could just work
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.
Denise developed an ear ache and was up most of the night in pain and awake so I got to play Mr. Mom hustling the kids downstairs for breakfast and clean their teeth and get my daughter dressed for dance camp. So I arrived at work very late and spent the rest of day playing catch up. After work we had a fabulous BBQ and red wine w/ friends. By the time we got home it was late and my inner cry baby was not in the mood to spin in the pain cave for an hour. After a long discussion with myself the cry baby was given a time out and I rode the trainer for an hour. To help w/ the boredome I watched a couple episodes of the Daily Show and threw in single leg drills and out of the saddle time during commercials. I was back in bed by 1AM feeling tired buty very pleased w/ myself. I'd be dead tired tomorrow morning but I would also bit that tiny bit stronger on raceday. a good trade in my book
overlsept this AM in honor of the longest day of 2010. At Lunch I ran a little over 5miles in 47:30 avg HR 149. heat and hills were a factor today. I hit the trio of hills by wings field again and attacked as my plan says I should for 5 1/2 minutes. The whole time the Voice in my head (today played by oscar award winning Louis Gossett Jr. a.k.a Gunnery Sargeant Foley) yelling at me go just 1% harder. Near the top I alternated visualizing the finish line clock at 12:59:59 (my iron distance goal) and 19:59 (my 5k run time goal). nothing like mental games to get you through a tough day.
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.