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.
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)
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.
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.
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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/
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
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
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.
The plan called for a swim today and I've avoided the pool for the last couple ,um, weeks so on this beautiful sunny temperate day I'm off to the community pool to stare at a black line and bubbles for 30 minutes. 1600yds in 32:30 a little more than 4 minutes per 200. Same as my swim pace two months and two years ago. doesn't matter how many laps I do and what condition I'm inI swim 4 minutes per 200 is my pace. I'm a little tugboat - slow and steady. Alas, with less than 90 days before my first iron distance I have to start taking this task seriously. So I've signed up for a Master swim program. This won't be pretty. In preparation for this colossally bad idea I dusted off my old friend the flipturn. Haven't seen him since I last swim in a speedo over 18 years ago. We parted on good terms but it has been a while - I hope he still recognized me. As I closed in on wall I reach out and touched it w/ my hand (am I supposed to do this?) held my breathe and stuck out my arms as some ancient muscle memory threw my body in a spin under the water. i opened my eyes and noted I was facing an open lane and pushed off the wall and was on my merry way. good to see you again my friend.
I haven't done anything really stupid in a while so I decided today would be a track day at lunch. When I left my car it kindly stated that it was 91 degrees. About 45 minutes previous I ate my lunch of trail mix, fignewtowns and pepperoni (with a couple diet cokes) So i would get a chance to train my stomach as well as my legs today. the warm up was hilly but shaded. the track however was wide open and the heat waves coming of the black track surface was less than inviting. Overriding my common sense I headed to track and started my first 800. I restrained myself the first half of lap (pretty easy to do when you have a science experiement brewing in your abdomen) the first lap was an even 90 seconds. NICE. the second lap my stomach settled down and finished in a total of 3:08- faster than my 5k pace. Double NICE. the first half of rest lap I struggled for my breath and questioned if I'd be able to continue. The second half of the rest lap I was recovered and debating on doing four 800's instead of my planned three. The second 800 was smoother and my stomach was much more agreeable. 3:02. repeat of my schizophrenic recovery lap first half doom and gloom, the second half insanely optimistic. Now however I am leaving a disgusting trail of snot and spit. This is a close I can come to a blood sacrifice to the gods of the track to keep me safe. The third 800 was very hard and hot but somehow smoother. 3.01. I bargained with myself that I'd do a fourth. If I went over 95 for seconds for the first lap I'd call it quits. I think I was sabotaging myself but I completed the first lap in 95. oh well too bad 1 lap more to go. the fourth 800 was compete in 3:08. I know this workout pales in comparison to my race in September but definitely a confidence booster. If I can do this and not poop myself I think I can handle 140.6. I returned to my car with some time to kill so i hit the trails/steeplechase and woke up 3 fawns from their nap and saw a red tail hawk up close. fantastic end to a great run.
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.
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