Every year, if possible, I try and do a big workout the week of Christmas and the following week, since I get a day off of work.
This year I penciled in a 3-hour swim followed by a 3-hour ride. Last year I swam 9100 yards and then rode 90 miles on the trainer, so this years' workout should be a snap, right?
No. It major-ly SUCKS to bike after a really long swim, although I guess it didn't suck so badly at UMC--but I was excited because it was a race.
Last year, I had the day off work before the big workout, but this year not. I did a relatively easy 1-hour trainer ride on Thursday, a 30' easy run, and nearly an hour of heavy lifting. In retrospect, I'm not sure how I fit all that in, but that is true of many of my weekdays.
When I woke up Friday morning, my entire upper body was sore from the lifting, so I figured the swim would be interesting. I had my usual pre-race/pre-big event breakfast of a Power Bar Triple Threat and 400 calories of Ultrafuel. Every time I use Ultrafuel, I'm amazed at how within 5 minutes of drinking it down my nose runs profusely (and I just looked it up this is called Gustatory Rhinorrhea). If I didn't know that this was a normal side effect of ingesting so much sugar in a few gulps, I might think I was sick! I got to the Y before the doors opened at 5AM. They opened the doors a few minutes late, but I was OK with that. I knew I'd have time to swim at least 9,000 yards.
I think I must have stood on deck a few extra minutes because I didn't start swimming until 5:08. Most times I do these really long swims I start to make something up in my head about how I am going to break it up depending on how I feel as soon as I wake up, but I also change the plan while I'm going. I felt like starting out with a nice 2500 straight swim. The water was a nice temperature--just about 85--although I would have liked it to be colder. My arms hurt right away, even though I had stretched before I started and even worked on my forearms. Oh well!
Next I did 500 of something involving fins--I don't remember exactly, but there was some drill work in there and just some kicking on my back so I could stretch out my lats. While doing that, I thought about what I wanted to do next. I decided on doing 250's as 200 free/50 kick at a pretty good clip (for me). Initially, I thought about doing 10 to knock out another 2500, but then since I was able to speed up a little as I went, I extended that to 12, then 14, then 16, knowing that the more of these I did, the less I would have left when I finished them. Each one was done with 20 seconds or so of rest. My arms were not happy, but I needed to press on. After I finished this set, part of me really wanted to just stop swimming, and I could have, as 7,000 yards would have been "enough," but I had the day off and plenty of time to swim at least another 2,000 yards, so it would be stupid to quit.
It was nice to take off the goggles for 300 kick after that! It goes without saying that I was pounding down Infinit in between these sets. Many swimmers came and left up to this point. As my calves took turns cramping slightly, I decided the next set would be with the pull buoy. I used to do the pulling part right after my "warmup," but have switched since a few weeks ago to save the pulling for last. Why? Because it fucking sucks. If I can still manage to work my way through the water this way, it should make me stronger. Or at least that's what I keep telling myself.
Based on the clock time, I knew I'd have time to at least meet last week's 9500 yard swim. I even had designs on hitting 10000 yards, but I wasn't sure whether I was going to be cut off at 8:30 or not. So I just kept going. My next set was 1500 pull. Shortly after I started, another guy got in the lane next to me, and he seemed to be just off my feet. All I could think to myself was, "Hey buddy I've got 7,000 yards on you already and I'm dog tired you should be able to go faster than me considering you're about a foot taller than me!" But he never got out in front of me, and when I stopped after 1500, he did too, and said, "You aren't stopping now, are you?" You can imagine the possible retorts going on inside my head--even though I might not have been counting so well at this point, I tried to maintain a sense of humor here. I told him that was 8800 yards so far and that yes, I was going to keep swimming until we were kicked out. He asked me whether I swam in college! That made me laugh--I mean, I'm slow, and he is slower than me. I told him no way, I've only been swimming for 10 years and that he had better get ready to go a bit faster as I was going to put on the big paddles. I didn't have time for chit chat, so off I went, and he came after me.
I don't remember how long it took me to lap him but it wasn't too long. I got in another 1000 yards before the guards began moving the lane ropes for the water aerobics class. Even though I was slightly disappointed I didn't knock out the 10000 even, hey, 9800 isn't bad for a day's work, is it? And it was more than I'd planned anyway, so all good, right?
I took my time in hoisting myself out of the pool, as I was in no hurry. A man I know asked me if that was my longest swim to which I replied, "Hell no. The Ultraman swim was 10K." For some reason, I guess it never stuck in his head all the times I told him what I'd been training for during the summer, but all is forgiven ;) I honestly don't expect most people to even comprehend what I'm training for. I promptly began babbling about I don't remember what, but I know I was talking at a fast pace. That's what happens when you are done swimming so much.
I took a nice, long, hot shower and then spent some time in the sauna stretching, feeling good that I'd swum that much but not really looking forward to getting on the bike. Still, it had to be done, and I'd brought my biking clothes with me to the Y and changed into them, spent some time catching up with a friend, then headed home to do the riding.
When I finally got on the bike (10:10AM--I fucked around too much in between workouts, but oh well nobody cares but me, right?), guess what was on Universal Sports? SWIMMING! This made me smile. It really is about the little things, I guess. It was the short course world championships from Dubai. Man, those athletes must hate swimming in a 25m pool as much as I hate 25 yards!
That lasted a little while and then downhill skiing was on. This got me more motivated, since I would try and ride a little harder for each run down the hill, and I got mad when a few men crashed--it messed up my rhythm!
My legs felt fine all the while I was riding, but if you've never tried it before, I highly recommend swimming for 2.5-3 hours and then immediately getting on a bike. Please report back how sucky it feels. Although near the end of the 3 hours I finally didn't feel all that bad. After all, I have done this before. The first time you do something like this, it doesn't really feel that bad because of the excitement of the unknown, but after you've done it a few times, you realize just how much it truly sucks, especially when you are going nowhere. Now, I know that when I'm doing this in Kona next November, it will hurt a lot (especially that most excellent fuck-me-in-the-ass 1500 ft. climb right out of the ocean), but at that point I will be going somewhere and the excitement of being back in Kona after not having been there since 2004 when I raced the Ironman should help carry me through.
When I am doing these things, there is this constant voice in my head saying EYES ON THE PRIZE--EYES ON THE PRIZE. And indeed, now my eyes are on my New Year's Eve swim, where I hope to do 12,000 yards as long as I can get enough continuous lap swim time. I'm going to be careful to get all my lifting done by Wednesday so that my upper body is somewhat rested. I know that my upper body will hurt at some point during the swim, but I will welcome the pain.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
One of the Nicest Thank You's Ever
Yesterday morning I went to the Y for my usual winter Wednesday routine: chinups, dips, pushups, dead bugs, bridges, jump rope, a little stretching (to forestall calf cramps) then a swim followed by stretching in the sauna.
As I was about to head into the pool, Betty came into the locker room and began thanking me profusely for correcting her on the treadmill starting maybe 3 months ago. Betty was "running" on the treadmill but holding on to either the side rails or the control panel frequently. She had the machine on a pretty good incline, too. I gently asked her why she was hanging on for dear life and explained that not only was it not good for her back, but it was faking a workout that could be much better. She took it pretty well initially, with a combination look of "who the fuck is this woman?" and "she looks like she probably knows a few things."
Over the next few weeks (this was before I had a treadmill at home so I was still running at the Y on weekdays), whenever I would see Betty on the treadmill and catch her holding on, I would just look at her and remind gently to stop doing that, and to either slow down the speed or reduce the incline or both. A few times when I would talk to her, I would also have the discussion about ego, and that lowering the incline and/or speed in order to be able to run WITHOUT HOLDING ON was going to yield an overall better workout for her. Literally, I was trying to teach her to LET GO!
A few weeks later, Betty commented to me about how much more she was sweating now without holding on. And as the weeks passed, when I would see her on a treadmill, I rarely saw her holding on anymore.
Yesterday she just began gushing about how thankful she was that I had approached her way back whenever that first was. She told me she now understood why people LIKE TO RUN! She said she had been READING UP about running on the Internet and had seen stories of women MUCH OLDER THAN HER who had taken up running and run marathons and beyond. She said she now knew that it was NEVER TOO LATE TO START to become fit. She said she wants to RUN A HALF MARATHON NEXT YEAR!
My objective with her was never to get her to go longer or even to race. My goal was to encourage her to use proper running form so that she could get a better workout. Now, before I ever began correcting Betty on the treadmill, she had spontaneously commented to me about how muscular and fit I am, as she'd seen me changing countless times in the locker room. So I figured she had some idea that I might know a thing or two before I first approached her while she was working out.
All I ever wanted for her was to feel what it was like to do the thing she was trying to do WELL. And of course, when you do things the right way, they usually FEEL GREAT! I was just so tickled to hear her go on and on about how excited she was about how good she feels, that she is running more at a time than she ever dreamed she could, and she told her husband all about me and she asked me about actual running clothes.
I am always careful to tell people who want to know what all I do that what I do isn't what it takes to be fit--that a person can do far less than me and be quite fit and eat a varied diet and not feel like they are constantly sacrificing. Typically I tell people 1 hour a day (focused work that is a mix of strength and cardio) plus a clean diet and you can allow yourself a cheat day every week and you are good to go. I know that many people are challenged by their work schedules, children, whatever, so I can understand a struggle to put in the time. But when a person gives me excuses about not being able to fit in an hour a day, my first question is, "Do you watch TV?" I can pretty much guarantee that working out for one hour will leave you feeling overall better than watching TV for an hour.
I don't have time to help everyone I see at the Y who is using equipment wrong, doing crunches with ghastly form or doing the same thing every day and wondering why they are at a weight or fitness plateau. But if I can help one person here and there, I am good with it. That has been my MO for a number of years now--walk the walk, talk the talk, but don't preach BE LIKE ME.
After I swam, I did head to the sauna to stretch for a bit, and a woman in there was doing crunches with god awful form--jerking her chin to her chest, curling her back, raising herself up too high--for starters. I asked her if she'd like a few tips on how to do these with better form so that the work accomplished what she wanted. She bit. I showed her. She asked if I was a "personal trainer." No. How do I know about this stuff? Been doing it for years, a combination of self-taught plus learning from whoever would take time with me and being OK with being corrected when I was doing things wrong.
Now isn't that what life is all about? Learn from others, teach yourself, and leave your ego at the door so that you can be open to new ideas.
I love this "job!"
As I was about to head into the pool, Betty came into the locker room and began thanking me profusely for correcting her on the treadmill starting maybe 3 months ago. Betty was "running" on the treadmill but holding on to either the side rails or the control panel frequently. She had the machine on a pretty good incline, too. I gently asked her why she was hanging on for dear life and explained that not only was it not good for her back, but it was faking a workout that could be much better. She took it pretty well initially, with a combination look of "who the fuck is this woman?" and "she looks like she probably knows a few things."
Over the next few weeks (this was before I had a treadmill at home so I was still running at the Y on weekdays), whenever I would see Betty on the treadmill and catch her holding on, I would just look at her and remind gently to stop doing that, and to either slow down the speed or reduce the incline or both. A few times when I would talk to her, I would also have the discussion about ego, and that lowering the incline and/or speed in order to be able to run WITHOUT HOLDING ON was going to yield an overall better workout for her. Literally, I was trying to teach her to LET GO!
A few weeks later, Betty commented to me about how much more she was sweating now without holding on. And as the weeks passed, when I would see her on a treadmill, I rarely saw her holding on anymore.
Yesterday she just began gushing about how thankful she was that I had approached her way back whenever that first was. She told me she now understood why people LIKE TO RUN! She said she had been READING UP about running on the Internet and had seen stories of women MUCH OLDER THAN HER who had taken up running and run marathons and beyond. She said she now knew that it was NEVER TOO LATE TO START to become fit. She said she wants to RUN A HALF MARATHON NEXT YEAR!
My objective with her was never to get her to go longer or even to race. My goal was to encourage her to use proper running form so that she could get a better workout. Now, before I ever began correcting Betty on the treadmill, she had spontaneously commented to me about how muscular and fit I am, as she'd seen me changing countless times in the locker room. So I figured she had some idea that I might know a thing or two before I first approached her while she was working out.
All I ever wanted for her was to feel what it was like to do the thing she was trying to do WELL. And of course, when you do things the right way, they usually FEEL GREAT! I was just so tickled to hear her go on and on about how excited she was about how good she feels, that she is running more at a time than she ever dreamed she could, and she told her husband all about me and she asked me about actual running clothes.
I am always careful to tell people who want to know what all I do that what I do isn't what it takes to be fit--that a person can do far less than me and be quite fit and eat a varied diet and not feel like they are constantly sacrificing. Typically I tell people 1 hour a day (focused work that is a mix of strength and cardio) plus a clean diet and you can allow yourself a cheat day every week and you are good to go. I know that many people are challenged by their work schedules, children, whatever, so I can understand a struggle to put in the time. But when a person gives me excuses about not being able to fit in an hour a day, my first question is, "Do you watch TV?" I can pretty much guarantee that working out for one hour will leave you feeling overall better than watching TV for an hour.
I don't have time to help everyone I see at the Y who is using equipment wrong, doing crunches with ghastly form or doing the same thing every day and wondering why they are at a weight or fitness plateau. But if I can help one person here and there, I am good with it. That has been my MO for a number of years now--walk the walk, talk the talk, but don't preach BE LIKE ME.
After I swam, I did head to the sauna to stretch for a bit, and a woman in there was doing crunches with god awful form--jerking her chin to her chest, curling her back, raising herself up too high--for starters. I asked her if she'd like a few tips on how to do these with better form so that the work accomplished what she wanted. She bit. I showed her. She asked if I was a "personal trainer." No. How do I know about this stuff? Been doing it for years, a combination of self-taught plus learning from whoever would take time with me and being OK with being corrected when I was doing things wrong.
Now isn't that what life is all about? Learn from others, teach yourself, and leave your ego at the door so that you can be open to new ideas.
I love this "job!"
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Going Big During the Winter
I backed up last week's almost 19 hours with another big week. Here's how it went down:
It's funny to me that my MO used to be "more biking never hurt." Now it's swimming. I didn't really go overboard on the swimming, though--it's just that since I've been on this early to bed, super early to rise regimen, I figured I'd have time on Friday for 9500 yards instead of just 8500 as scheduled. The 9500 did not feel bad at all! I can remember back last year when I began approaching 8,000 yards and how traumatic it was, but I am much, much stronger now. Plus I'm spot on with my night before, pre-, during and post-swim nutrition which makes all the difference in the world.
I have also been trying to add on 10' to the end of my long runs, if only to do strides, just because I am doing all my non-long run running at home on the treadmill, and I do enjoy spending time on the track, so I've been doing the last 5-10' of my long runs on Sundays on the track at the Y. I am just not in the mood to add any extra biking right now since I'm just on the trainer, but if I can structure it properly, I plan to swim outdoors again this summer which means I'll ride a bike there and back and pick up some extra miles.
It is nice to be able to do a little more than I've scheduled and know that I won't trash myself. 15-30' extra on a long swim is not a big deal, and neither is 10' of extra running. It's all good. Except when it's during a recovery week. Even though I am doing those (this coming week is one), I usually look at the schedule and think I can add this or that and it won't matter. But it would matter. So what I do instead is make a "big day" during the recovery week where I just combine two days into one, and then it feels like I did "enough." For example, this coming week, on Friday I will do a 3-hour swim and 3-hour ride together, and then Saturday is basically a day off. There is great value in me doing a 6-hour workout like that, and then taking the next day off. Maybe that doesn't sound too recover-ish to some people, but it works for me.
I am now thinking that instead of just swimming 10k on New Year's Eve that I should go overdistance and swim like 12,500. It just feels like something I should do. I know I can swim 10k, but I know I can swim 12,500, too, and it is not like running a marathon in terms of recovery so I am going to see if I can get enough lap swim time at a pool to do it.
After this week, my next 18+ hour week won't be for another 7 weeks, so it should feel to me like I am getting a whole lot of rest between now and then, right? I think so. Even though a lot of the time right now is swimming, it is still a lot of time to put in and the rest will be good. I've picked up on my sleep, too, so hopefully that good habit will stick with me.
Putting in lots of training hours in the winter can be a great thing for one's overall endurance. You just need to be careful to not put in too much intensity (which is true of high volume weeks, period) and back off when necessary. Last week I felt pretty worked by the time Sunday arrived, but today my long run felt pretty great, and so I know my body has adapted to the buildup I've given it. Of course, I did have about 9 weeks of low volume, so I shouldn't be surprised, but still it is always a bit of a shocker to the body when you throw 17+ hours at it, but I've done this many times before, and it always feels really great when I'm good with it.
So even though many coaches and training plans espouse an "off season," actually winter is a great time to put in some big volume plus decent intensity, depending on your overall fitness. It lays the groundwork for you to then decrease the volume just a bit and add more intensity, then progress to even higher volume. Plus it makes you mentally tough to be putting in the big training when everyone else is slacking!
| Totals | Week 19: 12/13/2010-12/19/2010 |
| Swim: | ATP: 15300 yards in 5.58 hours Scheduled: 15300 yards (8.68 miles) in 5.58 hours Actual: 16400 yards (14996.16 m / 9.31 miles) in 5.82 hours; 30% of weekly workout time Longest swim 9500 yds (5.39 miles) Approx. 2037 calories burned |
| Bike: | ATP: 5.5 hours Scheduled: 5.5 hours Actual: 116 miles (186.68 km) in 5.5 hours, Total TSS=0 28% of weekly workout time Approx. 2475 calories burned |
| Run: | ATP: 5.75 hours Scheduled: 5.75 hours Actual: 34.43 miles (55.41 km) in 5.83 hours (30.43 miles/4.83 hrs run; 4 miles/1 hrs hike) 30% of weekly workout time Approx. 2350 calories burned |
| Strength: | ATP: 1.5 hours Scheduled: 1.5 hours Actual: 2.43 hours (1.68 regular; 0.75 extra crap) 12% of weekly workout time Approx. 608 calories burned |
| All Sports: | ATP: 18.33 hours Scheduled: 18.33 hours Actual: 159.74 miles (257.08 km) in 19.58 hours Approx. 7470 calories burned (9790@500/hr) |
| Sleep: | 8.71 hours avg./night |
| Stretching: | 3.35 hours stretching, 0 hours massage |
It's funny to me that my MO used to be "more biking never hurt." Now it's swimming. I didn't really go overboard on the swimming, though--it's just that since I've been on this early to bed, super early to rise regimen, I figured I'd have time on Friday for 9500 yards instead of just 8500 as scheduled. The 9500 did not feel bad at all! I can remember back last year when I began approaching 8,000 yards and how traumatic it was, but I am much, much stronger now. Plus I'm spot on with my night before, pre-, during and post-swim nutrition which makes all the difference in the world.
I have also been trying to add on 10' to the end of my long runs, if only to do strides, just because I am doing all my non-long run running at home on the treadmill, and I do enjoy spending time on the track, so I've been doing the last 5-10' of my long runs on Sundays on the track at the Y. I am just not in the mood to add any extra biking right now since I'm just on the trainer, but if I can structure it properly, I plan to swim outdoors again this summer which means I'll ride a bike there and back and pick up some extra miles.
It is nice to be able to do a little more than I've scheduled and know that I won't trash myself. 15-30' extra on a long swim is not a big deal, and neither is 10' of extra running. It's all good. Except when it's during a recovery week. Even though I am doing those (this coming week is one), I usually look at the schedule and think I can add this or that and it won't matter. But it would matter. So what I do instead is make a "big day" during the recovery week where I just combine two days into one, and then it feels like I did "enough." For example, this coming week, on Friday I will do a 3-hour swim and 3-hour ride together, and then Saturday is basically a day off. There is great value in me doing a 6-hour workout like that, and then taking the next day off. Maybe that doesn't sound too recover-ish to some people, but it works for me.
I am now thinking that instead of just swimming 10k on New Year's Eve that I should go overdistance and swim like 12,500. It just feels like something I should do. I know I can swim 10k, but I know I can swim 12,500, too, and it is not like running a marathon in terms of recovery so I am going to see if I can get enough lap swim time at a pool to do it.
After this week, my next 18+ hour week won't be for another 7 weeks, so it should feel to me like I am getting a whole lot of rest between now and then, right? I think so. Even though a lot of the time right now is swimming, it is still a lot of time to put in and the rest will be good. I've picked up on my sleep, too, so hopefully that good habit will stick with me.
Putting in lots of training hours in the winter can be a great thing for one's overall endurance. You just need to be careful to not put in too much intensity (which is true of high volume weeks, period) and back off when necessary. Last week I felt pretty worked by the time Sunday arrived, but today my long run felt pretty great, and so I know my body has adapted to the buildup I've given it. Of course, I did have about 9 weeks of low volume, so I shouldn't be surprised, but still it is always a bit of a shocker to the body when you throw 17+ hours at it, but I've done this many times before, and it always feels really great when I'm good with it.
So even though many coaches and training plans espouse an "off season," actually winter is a great time to put in some big volume plus decent intensity, depending on your overall fitness. It lays the groundwork for you to then decrease the volume just a bit and add more intensity, then progress to even higher volume. Plus it makes you mentally tough to be putting in the big training when everyone else is slacking!
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Swimming (Freestyle) Revelations
So I've been swim training for 11 years now. Through today, in that time, I have swum 4,852,056 yards. Sounds like a lot, doesn't it? Nope. Let's take a conservative daily yardage estimate for a high school swimmer of 5,000 yards. That's 35,000 yards/week. How long did it take the high school swimmer to hit my lifetime yardage?
4,852,056 / 35,000 = 138 weeks, give or take a few days
So that high school swimmer finished my yardage (and then some, probably) by third quarter of their junior year, assuming 2 weeks off per year. Now, that swimmer only got to be on the high school team because they had been swimming since, oh probably the age of 8. So I won't even begin to try and calculate what their accumulated yardage was before they hit high school.
All that I am pointing out is that when a typical triathlete (even ME) says, "I am swimming a lot," well, not so much. Swimming well and fast takes years of ingrained technique coupled with kinesthetic awareness (they are probably the same thing), so that when the coach standing on deck says to do X with your hand or Y with your feet, your brain and hands/feet are connected in such a way that you can actually just COMMAND yourself to do those things.
In my short years of trying to learn how to swim better, I have had lessons along the way. Initially I took some Total Immersion lessons, and I think they are great for getting down some of the basics of balance and body roll. Some people will develop that mind/muscle link much more quickly and acquire good swimming technique in a short amount of time. I am just now beginning to "get" this, in part because I am spending more time in the pool (I believe that despite what some people say that you DO need to put in the time), and feel like I have already sufficiently developed my kinesthetic awareness in biking and running.
I have had a swim coach observe me and tell me that I am doing a few things well:
The revelation I had two weeks ago (and this is probably written down in some swimming book somewhere) is this:
Swimming well and fast is about using your legs, hips and core (call this your "roll") to put your body into an optimal position so that you can push the maximum amount of water back with your arms.
In other words, if I don't have that roll down, or I don't synchronize that roll with what is going on with my arms, I am not going to be able to move as much water as I would if they were working well together.
So, yeah, you want your hands to be in a certain position and enter the water in a certain position and your elbow to be high underwater as you begin your catch and then oh, it would be nice if you made that nice "S" underwater during the sweep. Easy to say, but the only way to achieve all that is if your feet up through your core are putting you in the position to allow you to do that.
Thing is, I know what it feels like when it's all connected and working properly, but now I can talk to myself and focus on getting that position right and feeling how that affects my ability to get my arms in the right spot, does that make sense? That is just how this works for me. Other people, like I said, might have their body/brain "get it" much more quickly than me.
For the last 9 weeks, I have been doing triceps dips (other stuff, too, but not important here) before I swim on Mondays and Wednesdays. I was already on the chin/pullup thing, and it has the bars to do dips, so I figured, what the hell. I developed this habit of watching my arm position in a mirror while I do these, because I know what good form is for dips. A nice right angle occurs at some point, and guess what it's just like the high elbow thing in swimming.
I have known for many years about the high elbows thing in swimming not just above water but also below. I think I've got the above water thing down pretty well. The last 2-3 years, I really worked hard on my left side form, because I am right-handed and I figured my right side was doing a good job so I should spend some quality time with my left side. And I made improvements to the point where when I swim breathing only to my left, I swim faster than my formerly faster right side. It has puzzled me as to why this is. Hang on, I'm getting to the point.
So last week I'm thinking about this and why have I now become faster breathing on my left and combining this with a hyper-awareness of my body position so that I can pull more effectively and it dawned on me since I had just done triceps dips before I got into the pool that maybe my right arm doesn't have that high elbow thing going on underwater like I thought it did. So now I'm swimming and I change around my breathing patterns and pay attention to what is going on with my left arm vs. my right arm, and BANG there it was--all this time I thought my right arm knew what it was doing I was wrong. When I breathe to my left side, my right arm is doing a pretty good job, but when I breathe on my right side, my right arm is all lazy and pulling almost with a straight arm. So there you go--when I breathe to my right, I am not moving the maximum possible amount of water back. But it's more than just the arm motion--once again, in my quest to improve my left side, when I rotate to that side it is the "proper" amount, and I am lazy when rotating to my right.
So...I have started focusing on my right side, and it is not just the high elbow but rotating to that side enough so that the high elbow feels natural and ends up causing that nice "S." It all started coming together yesterday. I did my usual pullups, dips, pushups, bridges, dead bugs and jump rope before I swam, and then I was determined to work on my right side in the pool. I could now feel, in my head and in my arm, when I had my arm in the right position (because I rolled properly to begin with), and during my warmup, part of my right triceps actually hurt a bit. But then it settled down, and all was good. I did not use yesterday's session to try and see if I am getting faster--that will take time--but the mind/body connection is being made.
So I guess what it took for me was to start doing something outside the pool that created a connection in my mind that I was able to carry over into the pool. How great is that? This is exactly why I think there is value in doing things besides S/B/R if you don't have that varied a sports background, because you will do things with your body that will train your mind in a way that can enhance your chosen competitive sports. I think that the more of the muscles in your body that you can sense in isolation and link in your brain so it knows precisely what is going on, the better rounded you will be. I remember back from when I was into the bodybuilding thing and how you are supposed to really focus on a particular muscle when you are doing a movement to isolate its primary motion. If you get that right, you can really sort of just become that muscle momentarily, and it's a great feeling.
I am not going to get super fast at swimming any time soon, but I have hope that I can at least move farther into that all important kinesthetic awareness, and since I'm spending lots of time in the pool, I have lots of time to practice!
4,852,056 / 35,000 = 138 weeks, give or take a few days
So that high school swimmer finished my yardage (and then some, probably) by third quarter of their junior year, assuming 2 weeks off per year. Now, that swimmer only got to be on the high school team because they had been swimming since, oh probably the age of 8. So I won't even begin to try and calculate what their accumulated yardage was before they hit high school.
All that I am pointing out is that when a typical triathlete (even ME) says, "I am swimming a lot," well, not so much. Swimming well and fast takes years of ingrained technique coupled with kinesthetic awareness (they are probably the same thing), so that when the coach standing on deck says to do X with your hand or Y with your feet, your brain and hands/feet are connected in such a way that you can actually just COMMAND yourself to do those things.
In my short years of trying to learn how to swim better, I have had lessons along the way. Initially I took some Total Immersion lessons, and I think they are great for getting down some of the basics of balance and body roll. Some people will develop that mind/muscle link much more quickly and acquire good swimming technique in a short amount of time. I am just now beginning to "get" this, in part because I am spending more time in the pool (I believe that despite what some people say that you DO need to put in the time), and feel like I have already sufficiently developed my kinesthetic awareness in biking and running.
I have had a swim coach observe me and tell me that I am doing a few things well:
- I am on top of the water, i.e., my legs aren't sinking.
- I have a non-intrusive kick (i.e., my feet/legs are in correct position even though my kick isn't particularly propulsive).
- When I breathe, it is just my head following my upper body, not actually turning my head. This is something I worked very hard on last year, and I know how much I've improved because I rarely have actual neck soreness for "all" the yards I put in lately. Plus when I switch over from road bike to tri bike, my neck muscles aren't going WTF from the combination of lots of swimming and holding my big stupid head up.
- I can breathe bilaterally, and in fact, I spend much of each workout doing so, even though I swim faster when I breathe to my left only (more on that later).
- I have a ton of endurance. DUH.
- I have decent body roll--at least I am not swimming flat like a barge.
The revelation I had two weeks ago (and this is probably written down in some swimming book somewhere) is this:
Swimming well and fast is about using your legs, hips and core (call this your "roll") to put your body into an optimal position so that you can push the maximum amount of water back with your arms.
In other words, if I don't have that roll down, or I don't synchronize that roll with what is going on with my arms, I am not going to be able to move as much water as I would if they were working well together.
So, yeah, you want your hands to be in a certain position and enter the water in a certain position and your elbow to be high underwater as you begin your catch and then oh, it would be nice if you made that nice "S" underwater during the sweep. Easy to say, but the only way to achieve all that is if your feet up through your core are putting you in the position to allow you to do that.
Thing is, I know what it feels like when it's all connected and working properly, but now I can talk to myself and focus on getting that position right and feeling how that affects my ability to get my arms in the right spot, does that make sense? That is just how this works for me. Other people, like I said, might have their body/brain "get it" much more quickly than me.
For the last 9 weeks, I have been doing triceps dips (other stuff, too, but not important here) before I swim on Mondays and Wednesdays. I was already on the chin/pullup thing, and it has the bars to do dips, so I figured, what the hell. I developed this habit of watching my arm position in a mirror while I do these, because I know what good form is for dips. A nice right angle occurs at some point, and guess what it's just like the high elbow thing in swimming.
I have known for many years about the high elbows thing in swimming not just above water but also below. I think I've got the above water thing down pretty well. The last 2-3 years, I really worked hard on my left side form, because I am right-handed and I figured my right side was doing a good job so I should spend some quality time with my left side. And I made improvements to the point where when I swim breathing only to my left, I swim faster than my formerly faster right side. It has puzzled me as to why this is. Hang on, I'm getting to the point.
So last week I'm thinking about this and why have I now become faster breathing on my left and combining this with a hyper-awareness of my body position so that I can pull more effectively and it dawned on me since I had just done triceps dips before I got into the pool that maybe my right arm doesn't have that high elbow thing going on underwater like I thought it did. So now I'm swimming and I change around my breathing patterns and pay attention to what is going on with my left arm vs. my right arm, and BANG there it was--all this time I thought my right arm knew what it was doing I was wrong. When I breathe to my left side, my right arm is doing a pretty good job, but when I breathe on my right side, my right arm is all lazy and pulling almost with a straight arm. So there you go--when I breathe to my right, I am not moving the maximum possible amount of water back. But it's more than just the arm motion--once again, in my quest to improve my left side, when I rotate to that side it is the "proper" amount, and I am lazy when rotating to my right.
So...I have started focusing on my right side, and it is not just the high elbow but rotating to that side enough so that the high elbow feels natural and ends up causing that nice "S." It all started coming together yesterday. I did my usual pullups, dips, pushups, bridges, dead bugs and jump rope before I swam, and then I was determined to work on my right side in the pool. I could now feel, in my head and in my arm, when I had my arm in the right position (because I rolled properly to begin with), and during my warmup, part of my right triceps actually hurt a bit. But then it settled down, and all was good. I did not use yesterday's session to try and see if I am getting faster--that will take time--but the mind/body connection is being made.
So I guess what it took for me was to start doing something outside the pool that created a connection in my mind that I was able to carry over into the pool. How great is that? This is exactly why I think there is value in doing things besides S/B/R if you don't have that varied a sports background, because you will do things with your body that will train your mind in a way that can enhance your chosen competitive sports. I think that the more of the muscles in your body that you can sense in isolation and link in your brain so it knows precisely what is going on, the better rounded you will be. I remember back from when I was into the bodybuilding thing and how you are supposed to really focus on a particular muscle when you are doing a movement to isolate its primary motion. If you get that right, you can really sort of just become that muscle momentarily, and it's a great feeling.
I am not going to get super fast at swimming any time soon, but I have hope that I can at least move farther into that all important kinesthetic awareness, and since I'm spending lots of time in the pool, I have lots of time to practice!
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Understanding "Hard" and I Get Shit For...
A couple of topics that came to mind yesterday and this morning.
First, understanding HARD.
While on the trainer yesterday banging out this workout:
WU: 15' wup, 3' su, 9' Z3, 3' cd
MS: 4x8' (2') FT,
10' 80-85%
10 x 30/30's
which I began at 12:45PM (and I had done an hour of "strength work" at 7AM including legs), I was thinking about CrossFit, P90X, TRX and assorted other relatively recent fitness programs (or if you want to call them religions, fine). I train, first and foremost, for ultra distance triathlon, but I enjoy being in some semblance of "good shape" (not any strict definition) and have a streak of vanity that when combined, push me to continue doing my "strength work." I don't do CrossFit and have never done a P90X or TRX workout. But I think I understand HARD.
My frame of reference for HARD came about many years ago when I was on a bodybuilding kick of sorts. I got into heavy lifting and at one time in my 30's would lift 4-5 hours a week, and this is not including rest time in between sets. I thought some of those workouts were pretty hard.
Fast forward to 2000 when I began training for my first Ironman. While I wasn't doing particularly intense workouts (the objective was for me to finish so it was primarily overdistance work), my body interpreted the training as hard. But it was hard in a different way than the heavy lifting. Still, I kept up some strength work during this and every so often I would ask myself which was harder--the heavy lifting or the long hours of endurance work. It was hard to say, but I knew when I finished that first Ironman that it was hard.
After the first Ironman, my body adapted, and the long endurance sessions became easier, and due to developing additional mental toughness and being able to recover better, of course I got faster for my 2nd Ironman doing effectively the same training as for the first one. But just as in lifting to build muscle, you need to keep upping the ante if you want to improve.
It was in 2004 that I began training on the bike with a power meter and my eyes were opened to a new world of hard in terms of bike workouts, like the one I did yesterday. Oh my did I figure out in a hurry that I hadn't really been working that hard in my biking. But because I really do love riding bikes, I was so motivated to explore this new world of hard (plus I have always been competitive even just with myself), and since then, I have enjoyed putting up big TSS numbers during bike workouts, and my cycling fitness shows for it.
A nice side effect of this bike training was that it carried over into swimming and running. I no longer was afraid of pushing myself to a point of fatigue or muscle soreness in selected individual workouts. Now, I've learned that I can't do that every single workout, but I do know that I have to incorporate a certain amount of intensity in order to maintain and even improve my fitness/speed. Keep in mind that I do not try and stay as fit as I am right before Ironman or Ultraman year-round. It is just not possible or even a good idea. So I do let myself lose fitness for a few weeks in the fall (I'm already through it), and then I begin rebuilding myself, measuring things along the way (mostly speed, and power on the bike) to see where I'm at. Measure and test. Work harder. Rinse and repeat.
I enjoy reading anecdotal stories about people who have gotten into CrossFit or P90X or TRX and proclaim that it has had this profound effect on their endurance sports. Well, from a physiological standpoint the answer is, uh, NO. If you want to be really good at swimming, for example, you swim a lot, you swim fast sometimes, you practice perfect technique a lot. There are no peer-reviewed studies that show traditional lifting or CrossFit or P90X or TRX will make you into a better swimmer. Or biker. Or runner.
But (and here is the revelation) I think that for some people, doing these non-endurance things (hell it could be any number of other exercises) teaches them what HARD really is, and then they carry over that notion into their target sports, and voila, they improve because they learn that they weren't pushing themselves THAT hard before and have redefined it! Or maybe those things give you that nice looking muscular physique that you've always wanted, and seeing yourself turn into that motivates you to work harder at your other sports.
So I don't think it matters, really, whether a double-blind study can be constructed to prove or disprove that some other form of exercise besides your target sport helps your sport. It's how you perceive it.
In my little study of N=1, I am glad that I had a background of serious weight lifting once upon a time to imprint in me one level of HARD. But I needed to redefine my HARD in terms of my chosen sport to progress. For me it took a power meter and some really tough bike workouts, and also a change in my run training.
So to those people who like to argue that the only way to get faster at S/B/R is to do those things a lot and sometimes very hard and that any other forms of exercise are a waste of your precious time available to train, GREAT! Let's all just agree that from a physiological standpoint you are correct, but as we also know, the human mind is extremely powerful and in many cases, our bodies can and will do something as long as our mind is convinced we can, even if we have to fool ourselves by taking up some other seemingly contrary form of exercise to convince it.
So maybe when you are doing your CrossFit or P90X or TRX or elliptical or jump rope (I'm a big fan of jumping rope and other silliness that I don't talk about) or hundreds of squats, consider not just how this makes your body feel and perform but your mind.
And now onto my other topic--things I get shit for.
I get shit from some CrossFit adherents. Hey--I don't advertise every single thing I do to prepare for my competitions, and no it is not all LSD, so shut the fuck up. I respect what YOU do. There are things you do that I cannot (or choose not to) do, and there are things that I do that you cannot do (or choose not to). Maybe when I stop wanting to do triathlon I will switch over to the dark side. Or maybe not. I really like my bikes ;)
I get shit for making a big deal about 4 extra pounds on my body. Really? REALLY??? Are you just jealous because your standards aren't as high as mine? Do you want to bring me down to your level? Is my choice to be highly fit inconsistent with your definition of what a 54-year old woman should be doing? What if I said my cholesterol was borderline high (which it isn't)? Wouldn't you expect me to do something about it?
I get shit for training as much as I do, as if I somehow have an easy life, and therefore, it allows me to kick the shit out of most canned training plans. Last time I checked, my life is no easier than most. I work full time at a job that can be quite stressful at times (I'm not complaining), I have no other income to fall back on should I lose my job, I choose to own a home and be accountable for maintaining it and I don't have any children who are going to look after me in my (already?) old age. If it makes you feel better, I have a fucking easy life. There. Are you happy?
I get shit for my sky high standards. OK, you got me there! It is who I am. I enjoy being good at things, receiving accolades at work for being a high performer, collecting the occasional hardware in a triathlon for placing in my age group, learning about the details of how the human body and mind function so maybe I can maximize my own function. Sure I could have a completely different life, but I like the current one. So for those of you who keep wondering when I am going to stop all this and live like a regular person, I guess you are going to have to wait a few more years.
First, understanding HARD.
While on the trainer yesterday banging out this workout:
WU: 15' wup, 3' su, 9' Z3, 3' cd
MS: 4x8' (2') FT,
10' 80-85%
10 x 30/30's
which I began at 12:45PM (and I had done an hour of "strength work" at 7AM including legs), I was thinking about CrossFit, P90X, TRX and assorted other relatively recent fitness programs (or if you want to call them religions, fine). I train, first and foremost, for ultra distance triathlon, but I enjoy being in some semblance of "good shape" (not any strict definition) and have a streak of vanity that when combined, push me to continue doing my "strength work." I don't do CrossFit and have never done a P90X or TRX workout. But I think I understand HARD.
My frame of reference for HARD came about many years ago when I was on a bodybuilding kick of sorts. I got into heavy lifting and at one time in my 30's would lift 4-5 hours a week, and this is not including rest time in between sets. I thought some of those workouts were pretty hard.
Fast forward to 2000 when I began training for my first Ironman. While I wasn't doing particularly intense workouts (the objective was for me to finish so it was primarily overdistance work), my body interpreted the training as hard. But it was hard in a different way than the heavy lifting. Still, I kept up some strength work during this and every so often I would ask myself which was harder--the heavy lifting or the long hours of endurance work. It was hard to say, but I knew when I finished that first Ironman that it was hard.
After the first Ironman, my body adapted, and the long endurance sessions became easier, and due to developing additional mental toughness and being able to recover better, of course I got faster for my 2nd Ironman doing effectively the same training as for the first one. But just as in lifting to build muscle, you need to keep upping the ante if you want to improve.
It was in 2004 that I began training on the bike with a power meter and my eyes were opened to a new world of hard in terms of bike workouts, like the one I did yesterday. Oh my did I figure out in a hurry that I hadn't really been working that hard in my biking. But because I really do love riding bikes, I was so motivated to explore this new world of hard (plus I have always been competitive even just with myself), and since then, I have enjoyed putting up big TSS numbers during bike workouts, and my cycling fitness shows for it.
A nice side effect of this bike training was that it carried over into swimming and running. I no longer was afraid of pushing myself to a point of fatigue or muscle soreness in selected individual workouts. Now, I've learned that I can't do that every single workout, but I do know that I have to incorporate a certain amount of intensity in order to maintain and even improve my fitness/speed. Keep in mind that I do not try and stay as fit as I am right before Ironman or Ultraman year-round. It is just not possible or even a good idea. So I do let myself lose fitness for a few weeks in the fall (I'm already through it), and then I begin rebuilding myself, measuring things along the way (mostly speed, and power on the bike) to see where I'm at. Measure and test. Work harder. Rinse and repeat.
I enjoy reading anecdotal stories about people who have gotten into CrossFit or P90X or TRX and proclaim that it has had this profound effect on their endurance sports. Well, from a physiological standpoint the answer is, uh, NO. If you want to be really good at swimming, for example, you swim a lot, you swim fast sometimes, you practice perfect technique a lot. There are no peer-reviewed studies that show traditional lifting or CrossFit or P90X or TRX will make you into a better swimmer. Or biker. Or runner.
But (and here is the revelation) I think that for some people, doing these non-endurance things (hell it could be any number of other exercises) teaches them what HARD really is, and then they carry over that notion into their target sports, and voila, they improve because they learn that they weren't pushing themselves THAT hard before and have redefined it! Or maybe those things give you that nice looking muscular physique that you've always wanted, and seeing yourself turn into that motivates you to work harder at your other sports.
So I don't think it matters, really, whether a double-blind study can be constructed to prove or disprove that some other form of exercise besides your target sport helps your sport. It's how you perceive it.
In my little study of N=1, I am glad that I had a background of serious weight lifting once upon a time to imprint in me one level of HARD. But I needed to redefine my HARD in terms of my chosen sport to progress. For me it took a power meter and some really tough bike workouts, and also a change in my run training.
So to those people who like to argue that the only way to get faster at S/B/R is to do those things a lot and sometimes very hard and that any other forms of exercise are a waste of your precious time available to train, GREAT! Let's all just agree that from a physiological standpoint you are correct, but as we also know, the human mind is extremely powerful and in many cases, our bodies can and will do something as long as our mind is convinced we can, even if we have to fool ourselves by taking up some other seemingly contrary form of exercise to convince it.
So maybe when you are doing your CrossFit or P90X or TRX or elliptical or jump rope (I'm a big fan of jumping rope and other silliness that I don't talk about) or hundreds of squats, consider not just how this makes your body feel and perform but your mind.
And now onto my other topic--things I get shit for.
I get shit from some CrossFit adherents. Hey--I don't advertise every single thing I do to prepare for my competitions, and no it is not all LSD, so shut the fuck up. I respect what YOU do. There are things you do that I cannot (or choose not to) do, and there are things that I do that you cannot do (or choose not to). Maybe when I stop wanting to do triathlon I will switch over to the dark side. Or maybe not. I really like my bikes ;)
I get shit for making a big deal about 4 extra pounds on my body. Really? REALLY??? Are you just jealous because your standards aren't as high as mine? Do you want to bring me down to your level? Is my choice to be highly fit inconsistent with your definition of what a 54-year old woman should be doing? What if I said my cholesterol was borderline high (which it isn't)? Wouldn't you expect me to do something about it?
I get shit for training as much as I do, as if I somehow have an easy life, and therefore, it allows me to kick the shit out of most canned training plans. Last time I checked, my life is no easier than most. I work full time at a job that can be quite stressful at times (I'm not complaining), I have no other income to fall back on should I lose my job, I choose to own a home and be accountable for maintaining it and I don't have any children who are going to look after me in my (already?) old age. If it makes you feel better, I have a fucking easy life. There. Are you happy?
I get shit for my sky high standards. OK, you got me there! It is who I am. I enjoy being good at things, receiving accolades at work for being a high performer, collecting the occasional hardware in a triathlon for placing in my age group, learning about the details of how the human body and mind function so maybe I can maximize my own function. Sure I could have a completely different life, but I like the current one. So for those of you who keep wondering when I am going to stop all this and live like a regular person, I guess you are going to have to wait a few more years.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
'Tis the Season
...to get in some solid training hours with a different mix than spring/summer. Here's what I did this week:
I have one more fairly big week coming up and then a rest week and then lots of running to prepare for Gasparilla, although I've been running a lot for a few weeks now.
My ability to sleep over 8 hours a night is returning, although I have gotten into a bad habit of going to sleep around 7:30 and getting up at 3:30 or 4AM. That allows me to check on things at work before my morning workout, do a workout, work some more, then do another workout mid-day. I have always liked early morning, and if I can get a few things done plus a workout before my main block of working hours, I'm a happy camper.
My left hip/glute complex is doing quite well. Amongst other things, my massage therapist helped me identify that I had some nasty ass trigger points in my hamstrings. Hamstring trigger points can refer pain up into the glute and also down into the feet. I have nearly resolved them, though, and think I have 100% flexibility back in my left leg. Quite a change from 4 weeks ago!
I am having my old running orthotics refurbished. Meanwhile, I'm using some OTC's from Sole--the moldable kind. I can really tell my feet have become quite picky as to which shoes I run in, and I'm back on the lightweight New Balance 904's (that model is now history having moved up to 905). Even though I wear them out in less than 250 miles, I just feel better running in them.
I am still only down about 2.5 pounds, and would like to shave off another 2-3. There is no more candy in the house, and I'm being watchful of my overall intake. I know some fat has come off and I've tightened up my midsection, so I'm moving in the right direction.
I'm feeling pretty good on the bike now, and (gasp) I may have even raised my FTP, although I am not currently measuring watts. I can tell on the trainer by my average speed, and it's going up, and I'm able to hold a pretty good gear for a long time now, even when I'm starting out already tired, like yesterday I ran 30' and then walked an hour and then got on the bike for 2:15. Not bad considering I'd swum 8500 on Friday! And then today I ran 1:55 and then swam 1,000 (just to chill out) and felt pretty solid.
I'm still not at a point where I expect to be too fast either running or swimming, although I am seeing hints of speed in the pool and on the run. That is fine for now, as it's a trick for me to maintain the volume I need to be at and also be working on speed. Too much intensity plus high volume is a recipe for disaster. I was glad that today after running 1:40 pretty much Zone 1 on the treadmill that I was able to bust out some just over 5k pace running on the track.
During Friday's swim, I got bashed on my left hand by a crappy swimmer next to me. Dude tried racing me a few times, and I was more than happy to speed up to show him who's boss. So I guess he decided to reward me by clocking me real good. I had to stop and ice my hand for a few minutes, and it's still a little tender even today, but no significant damage. Add that guy to the list of people who shall forever be afraid to swim next to me, which is fine by me! I practically hug the lane rope and yet these dufuses manage to hit me every so often. The guy had hit me once in one of my calves before he got my hand, and when he hit my hand, I stopped and said "That's TWICE." He knew it, too. He immediately high-tailed it for the end of the lane and got out. Fine, buddy, stay away from me.
Then this woman got in the lane with me, and she will always get in my lane even if there are other lanes with only 1 person. Why, I have no idea. Within a few minutes, I noticed she had moved my stuff on deck. She had nothing with her. I was kicking to cool down so I asked if she moved my stuff and she said, "Yes, it was in the way." In the way of WHAT? You standing on deck for like 10 minutes deciding when you were going to get in? I told her to never touch my bottles. I don't want someone else's germs on those when I am drinking out of them, you know? I know I'm such a bitch, but too bad. She's a crappy swimmer, too, and she's clipped me many times with her imitation backstroke. There needs to be lane signs that indicate not speed, but "able to swim on one side of the lane and not touch the other person in the lane and also not touch the person in the adjacent lane." I have been clipped by someone in the next lane, too, doing imitation breaststroke or backstroke and sometimes by wide-swinging front crawl. Hey people--I know I'm cute and all, but STOP TOUCHING ME!!! As long as it doesn't hurt, it sort of just makes me laugh. If it's a good swimmer, I don't even mind.
I have also been having discussions with the Y management about the pool temperature. On Wednesday it was EIGHTY SEVEN! That is nearly deadly if you are lap swimming. On my way out, I saw the guy who allegedly maintains the pool and asked him why it was so warm (it is supposed to be kept at 84), and first he says something about how hard it is to keep the pool cool enough (what the fuck when it's only 15 outside????), then I called him on that statement and then he comments on the old ladies who ask him to make it warm. So I had a chit chat with the facility director, and inquired as to whether the temperature was a negotiable thing. I thought so, it is NOT. And she's all like she needs to study how it's done, and I tell her NO, I have swum at many pools, many with cavernous buildings and windows and all that and SOMEHOW they manage to keep the temperature within a narrow range. Today I saw some clipboards with paper and pen attached for people to write comments, and I saw someone had written about how the pool is too cold and I wrote back THE TEMPERATURE IS NOT NEGOTIABLE. All they have to do is post something that the pool is X temperature as a compromise to lap swimmers and others, and that is what it will be kept at so SHUT THE FUCK UP. I would like it colder than 84, but I am OK as long as it doesn't go a hair over 85. If it stayed like that, I would have no complaints. But over 85 and into 86 or 87, and I am very uncomfortable, as are other lap swimmers. Oh well, yet another thing to make me spend time on something I would rather not. But many people will do nothing, and that is just lame.
I just sent email to Ultraman Hawaii folks asking when I can apply. I assume they will let me in for next year ;) I was lucky to have a long conversation with a friend who did both UMC and UMH and got to hear all about Hawaii. It will definitely be harder on Day 1--way more climbing on the bike. I do intend to do more bike training this time around, as I want to be well prepared to hopefully PR in Kona. I can't do much about the heat, although I will do some specific heat acclimation workouts in the weeks before I get to Hawaii, and I will get there over a week in advance, depending if I can stay with someone else and work from there for a few days.
Some days I can't believe my life is the way it is. My life isn't perfect, but I have the physical strength and health to do something I love A LOT and I'm doing distance I could never even CONCEIVE of just 5 years ago. How great is that?
And now my plan is to lay on the couch and watch a Bears game. Even though I'm not a big fan of winter, it is nice in that I'm not doing super long rides and there is no more yard work to do (except incidental snow removal) on weekends, so laying on a couch I will do!
| Totals | Week 18: 12/06/2010-12/12/2010 |
| Swim: | ATP: 14350 yards in 5.17 hours Scheduled: 14350 yards (8.14 miles) in 5.17 hours Actual: 14850 yards (13578.84 m / 8.43 miles) in 5.1 hours; 27% of weekly workout time Longest swim 8500 yds (4.82) miles Approx. 1785 calories burned |
| Bike: | ATP: 5.25 hours Scheduled: 5.25 hours Actual: 110.15 miles (177.27 km) in 5.25 hours, Total TSS=0 28% of weekly workout time Approx. 2363 calories burned |
| Run: | ATP: 5.75 hours Scheduled: 5.75 hours Actual: 32.27 miles (51.93 km) in 5.52 hours (28.27 miles/4.52 hrs run; 4 miles/1 hrs hike) 29% of weekly workout time Approx. 1937.86 calories burned |
| Strength: | ATP: 1.42 hours Scheduled: 1.42 hours Actual: 3 hours (1.72 regular; 1.28 extra crap) 16% of weekly workout time Approx. 750 calories burned |
| All Sports: | ATP: 17.59 hours Scheduled: 17.59 hours Actual: 150.85 miles (242.77 km) in 18.87 hours Approx. 6835.86 calories burned (9435@500/hr) |
| Sleep: | 8.5 hours avg./night |
| Stretching: | 3.17 hours stretching, 1 hours massage |
I have one more fairly big week coming up and then a rest week and then lots of running to prepare for Gasparilla, although I've been running a lot for a few weeks now.
My ability to sleep over 8 hours a night is returning, although I have gotten into a bad habit of going to sleep around 7:30 and getting up at 3:30 or 4AM. That allows me to check on things at work before my morning workout, do a workout, work some more, then do another workout mid-day. I have always liked early morning, and if I can get a few things done plus a workout before my main block of working hours, I'm a happy camper.
My left hip/glute complex is doing quite well. Amongst other things, my massage therapist helped me identify that I had some nasty ass trigger points in my hamstrings. Hamstring trigger points can refer pain up into the glute and also down into the feet. I have nearly resolved them, though, and think I have 100% flexibility back in my left leg. Quite a change from 4 weeks ago!
I am having my old running orthotics refurbished. Meanwhile, I'm using some OTC's from Sole--the moldable kind. I can really tell my feet have become quite picky as to which shoes I run in, and I'm back on the lightweight New Balance 904's (that model is now history having moved up to 905). Even though I wear them out in less than 250 miles, I just feel better running in them.
I am still only down about 2.5 pounds, and would like to shave off another 2-3. There is no more candy in the house, and I'm being watchful of my overall intake. I know some fat has come off and I've tightened up my midsection, so I'm moving in the right direction.
I'm feeling pretty good on the bike now, and (gasp) I may have even raised my FTP, although I am not currently measuring watts. I can tell on the trainer by my average speed, and it's going up, and I'm able to hold a pretty good gear for a long time now, even when I'm starting out already tired, like yesterday I ran 30' and then walked an hour and then got on the bike for 2:15. Not bad considering I'd swum 8500 on Friday! And then today I ran 1:55 and then swam 1,000 (just to chill out) and felt pretty solid.
I'm still not at a point where I expect to be too fast either running or swimming, although I am seeing hints of speed in the pool and on the run. That is fine for now, as it's a trick for me to maintain the volume I need to be at and also be working on speed. Too much intensity plus high volume is a recipe for disaster. I was glad that today after running 1:40 pretty much Zone 1 on the treadmill that I was able to bust out some just over 5k pace running on the track.
During Friday's swim, I got bashed on my left hand by a crappy swimmer next to me. Dude tried racing me a few times, and I was more than happy to speed up to show him who's boss. So I guess he decided to reward me by clocking me real good. I had to stop and ice my hand for a few minutes, and it's still a little tender even today, but no significant damage. Add that guy to the list of people who shall forever be afraid to swim next to me, which is fine by me! I practically hug the lane rope and yet these dufuses manage to hit me every so often. The guy had hit me once in one of my calves before he got my hand, and when he hit my hand, I stopped and said "That's TWICE." He knew it, too. He immediately high-tailed it for the end of the lane and got out. Fine, buddy, stay away from me.
Then this woman got in the lane with me, and she will always get in my lane even if there are other lanes with only 1 person. Why, I have no idea. Within a few minutes, I noticed she had moved my stuff on deck. She had nothing with her. I was kicking to cool down so I asked if she moved my stuff and she said, "Yes, it was in the way." In the way of WHAT? You standing on deck for like 10 minutes deciding when you were going to get in? I told her to never touch my bottles. I don't want someone else's germs on those when I am drinking out of them, you know? I know I'm such a bitch, but too bad. She's a crappy swimmer, too, and she's clipped me many times with her imitation backstroke. There needs to be lane signs that indicate not speed, but "able to swim on one side of the lane and not touch the other person in the lane and also not touch the person in the adjacent lane." I have been clipped by someone in the next lane, too, doing imitation breaststroke or backstroke and sometimes by wide-swinging front crawl. Hey people--I know I'm cute and all, but STOP TOUCHING ME!!! As long as it doesn't hurt, it sort of just makes me laugh. If it's a good swimmer, I don't even mind.
I have also been having discussions with the Y management about the pool temperature. On Wednesday it was EIGHTY SEVEN! That is nearly deadly if you are lap swimming. On my way out, I saw the guy who allegedly maintains the pool and asked him why it was so warm (it is supposed to be kept at 84), and first he says something about how hard it is to keep the pool cool enough (what the fuck when it's only 15 outside????), then I called him on that statement and then he comments on the old ladies who ask him to make it warm. So I had a chit chat with the facility director, and inquired as to whether the temperature was a negotiable thing. I thought so, it is NOT. And she's all like she needs to study how it's done, and I tell her NO, I have swum at many pools, many with cavernous buildings and windows and all that and SOMEHOW they manage to keep the temperature within a narrow range. Today I saw some clipboards with paper and pen attached for people to write comments, and I saw someone had written about how the pool is too cold and I wrote back THE TEMPERATURE IS NOT NEGOTIABLE. All they have to do is post something that the pool is X temperature as a compromise to lap swimmers and others, and that is what it will be kept at so SHUT THE FUCK UP. I would like it colder than 84, but I am OK as long as it doesn't go a hair over 85. If it stayed like that, I would have no complaints. But over 85 and into 86 or 87, and I am very uncomfortable, as are other lap swimmers. Oh well, yet another thing to make me spend time on something I would rather not. But many people will do nothing, and that is just lame.
I just sent email to Ultraman Hawaii folks asking when I can apply. I assume they will let me in for next year ;) I was lucky to have a long conversation with a friend who did both UMC and UMH and got to hear all about Hawaii. It will definitely be harder on Day 1--way more climbing on the bike. I do intend to do more bike training this time around, as I want to be well prepared to hopefully PR in Kona. I can't do much about the heat, although I will do some specific heat acclimation workouts in the weeks before I get to Hawaii, and I will get there over a week in advance, depending if I can stay with someone else and work from there for a few days.
Some days I can't believe my life is the way it is. My life isn't perfect, but I have the physical strength and health to do something I love A LOT and I'm doing distance I could never even CONCEIVE of just 5 years ago. How great is that?
And now my plan is to lay on the couch and watch a Bears game. Even though I'm not a big fan of winter, it is nice in that I'm not doing super long rides and there is no more yard work to do (except incidental snow removal) on weekends, so laying on a couch I will do!
Friday, December 03, 2010
My Tips for Weight Management
It is well established that there is an epidemic of obesity in the United States. While I am a huge proponent of exercise as a method of weight control, exercise alone will not prevent a person from gaining weight. One needs to develop good habits and stick to them. I think a big reason many people ignore their bodies is that it requires work to maintain them, and gee, I work 8+ hours a day to earn a living already why should I have to work on myself?
It is work—at least initially. Some people have grown into adulthood not knowing how to cook, having no knowledge of good nutritional practices but believing that life is so hard that we must give ourselves treats every single day, and because the excess weight itself is not accorded disease status, the pounds just pile on until they do create a disease like hypertension, Type II diabetes, achy or worn out joints, shortness of breath or cardiovascular disease. If you are nearly or already obese, you will develop one or more of these diseases, guaranteed.
So what are people supposed to do? I say buck up and do some work to acquire knowledge and get some discipline going so that you can go through the rest of your life with increased health and vitality. Towards that end, here is a list of 10 common sense things to choose from that I think anyone can do to help manage their weight:
Do I fall off the wagon? Every now and then. But I only allow myself 4 pounds in the wrong direction (my current baseline weight is 110, so 4 pounds is 3.6% of it). That is my signal that I have been eating mindlessly. I saw that number about a week and a half ago. I am down1.5 pounds and feel better already since I'm not eating so much sugar (leftover Halloween candy). So I'm not perfect. And there's a lot more to me maintaining my weight/body composition than the average person, but sometimes it comes down to the basics, just like for everyone else.
I eat a very varied diet. I prepare my breakfast and dinner on most days--lunch is usually a Lean Cuisine (yes I could do better but even I err on the side of convenience at times). My typical snack foods are fruit, string cheese, sometimes pretzels, sardines, a bite of leftovers. When I'm training about 15 hours or more in a week, I find I need to supplement with some more sugary foods, even candy. But I still try and keep 2500-3000 calories per day coming from good, clean food sources (including deliberate sports nutrition). I "cook" usually just on weekends--microwaving something from the freezer or throwing a piece of fish or meat into the oven or making a salad doesn't count as cooking to me, and I have precious little free time during the week like many people, and not just because of my training.
I only note this because I have the same weaknesses as anyone else when it comes to food--I don't have "good genes" or anything like that. I have to work at weight maintenance just like anyone else. I have just tried my best to ingrain good habits. Time was I ate like complete and total crap, and I felt like crap for it, too. I do love cooking, and reserve my high fat treat foods like deep-dish pizza, cream-based pasta sauces and Italian deli wonder sandwiches on focaccia bread for times when I have rather big workouts scheduled. So in a sense I train to eat! But even before triathlon, I could eat those things on my one cheat day per week, and it worked out just fine.
Maybe you can find 1 or more things in this post that you want to add to your arsenal. If you have other ideas, feel free to comment as well!
It is work—at least initially. Some people have grown into adulthood not knowing how to cook, having no knowledge of good nutritional practices but believing that life is so hard that we must give ourselves treats every single day, and because the excess weight itself is not accorded disease status, the pounds just pile on until they do create a disease like hypertension, Type II diabetes, achy or worn out joints, shortness of breath or cardiovascular disease. If you are nearly or already obese, you will develop one or more of these diseases, guaranteed.
So what are people supposed to do? I say buck up and do some work to acquire knowledge and get some discipline going so that you can go through the rest of your life with increased health and vitality. Towards that end, here is a list of 10 common sense things to choose from that I think anyone can do to help manage their weight:
- Swim once a week or so in a public pool. Sometimes wear a 2-piece bikini (Speedo for a man). Embarrassed to be seen in a swimsuit? You should be. Lose some weight, fatso.
- Do NOT keep more than one size of clothing for yourself. Fit into what you have—if it starts becoming tight, lose some weight, fatso.
- Make your treat/cheat foods something you don’t keep in your house. EVER. Why? You know you are weak—we all are. Always go out to buy it at the time you want it. Will the extra effort to go foraging for it be worth it every single time? Probably not.
- If you are in your car and having a craving for something, drive right past the place where you can get it and keep going for 5 minutes. If you still want it, then go back for it. Betcha many times you won’t turn around.
- Always have something that is healthy and really tasty available in your house that is either already prepared or takes minimal preparation. You know you love many good, whole foods that are super tasty—you just need to surround yourself with them.
- Learn what it feels like to actually be hungry every now and then (except at breakfast time). If you think you’re hungry, drink a big glass of water. If 5 minutes later you still feel hungry, then you really might be.
- NEVER skip breakfast. If you are eating correctly, you should wake up hungry—not eat-everything-in-the-fridge hungry, but you should need something. Not giving your body, and particularly your brain (which runs on sugar) something to overcome the fast that you just had (that is why it’s called BREAKfast) makes you more likely to make poor choices as the day wears on. Unfed brains make stupid decisions.
- Always have a piece of fruit (or 2) 2 hours after breakfast. At least you will have eaten one serving of fruit for the day, right? And if you ate your breakfast and the fruit, maybe you won’t make bad choices for lunch.
- Try to plan 1 or 2 of your meals each day, either the day before or in the morning. That way, if the 3rd one goes to hell, at least you did well for 2 out of 3. It’s easiest to plan breakfast and lunch, and if you get adequate calories there, you are less likely to pig out at dinner time.
- Learn how to cook. It need not be elite French restaurant quality food; just simply prepared, whole foods like baked or grilled lean meats, steamed vegetables and salads. You can live on just those foods, you know. As you learn about cooking techniques and seasonings, odds are you will discover that simply prepared food is quite delicious and doesn’t always require the addition of butter, cheese or breading.
Do I fall off the wagon? Every now and then. But I only allow myself 4 pounds in the wrong direction (my current baseline weight is 110, so 4 pounds is 3.6% of it). That is my signal that I have been eating mindlessly. I saw that number about a week and a half ago. I am down1.5 pounds and feel better already since I'm not eating so much sugar (leftover Halloween candy). So I'm not perfect. And there's a lot more to me maintaining my weight/body composition than the average person, but sometimes it comes down to the basics, just like for everyone else.
I eat a very varied diet. I prepare my breakfast and dinner on most days--lunch is usually a Lean Cuisine (yes I could do better but even I err on the side of convenience at times). My typical snack foods are fruit, string cheese, sometimes pretzels, sardines, a bite of leftovers. When I'm training about 15 hours or more in a week, I find I need to supplement with some more sugary foods, even candy. But I still try and keep 2500-3000 calories per day coming from good, clean food sources (including deliberate sports nutrition). I "cook" usually just on weekends--microwaving something from the freezer or throwing a piece of fish or meat into the oven or making a salad doesn't count as cooking to me, and I have precious little free time during the week like many people, and not just because of my training.
I only note this because I have the same weaknesses as anyone else when it comes to food--I don't have "good genes" or anything like that. I have to work at weight maintenance just like anyone else. I have just tried my best to ingrain good habits. Time was I ate like complete and total crap, and I felt like crap for it, too. I do love cooking, and reserve my high fat treat foods like deep-dish pizza, cream-based pasta sauces and Italian deli wonder sandwiches on focaccia bread for times when I have rather big workouts scheduled. So in a sense I train to eat! But even before triathlon, I could eat those things on my one cheat day per week, and it worked out just fine.
Maybe you can find 1 or more things in this post that you want to add to your arsenal. If you have other ideas, feel free to comment as well!
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Painsgiving Report
I just renamed Thanksgiving to Painsgiving, since it seems every year since around 2004, I've concocted something of 1/2 Ironman or more to do during the weekend. 2011 Painsgiving will be Ultraman Hawaii ;)
This year's menu was 5K on Thursday, 2x2x2 on Friday, and today was a 1/2 marathon.
The morning of the 5K I was up early (at least I'm not getting up before 4AM now, which is an improvement), and feeling guilty that I hadn't done any strength training this week. So around 5AM I thought I could knock out an abs/core workout that has some traditional lifting thrown in there. It took about :45, and I didn't even consider the affect it would have on me running a 5K.
Did I feel at all ready for a 5K? Fuck no. I'd done a marathon just 3 weeks ago (actually 2 weeks and 5 days), and had run very conservatively since then. And I had just worked out my left hip/glute issues, and my true running form was just coming back this week. But, in a perverse way, I was looking forward to the pain of it, because it's been since last winter that I did any 5K-type racing (the indoor triathlon series). I figured, what the hell, maybe my legs will wake up--you never know on any given day.
In my mind and heart, though, I knew I would be lucky to run 9mpm, so if I could achieve that, it would be a good thing. Well, I did--9mpm on the nose! The race did suck, I did feel the effects of that :45 of strength session beforehand, but I didn't stop or give in to the demons in my head telling me it didn't matter if I walked. Because it did matter. One small step for Painsgiving--one giant leap for my return to fast running. I took 11th in my age group, which is abyssmal for me, but hey, on the day I was fine with it.
After I got home (I did an :11 warmup and of course, ran home from the 5K for about :45 total running) and checked on a situation at work (yes, I did), I got on the trainer for an hour and just rode real easy. I alternated between watching Ironman Hawaii 2008 and the AKC Dog Show. I actually enjoyed the dog show more ;) Hey, it was just a 1-hour workout, and I didn't need to go very hard.
I fixed all my bottles for the Friday festival of pain--6 hours worth of Infinit (YUM I LOVE IT) and 300 calories of Ultrafuel to top off the tank in the morning. After this, I cooked for about 4 hours, and my freezer is now full of caloric goodness. I had a big serving of the bacon/bleu cheese pasta and a lamb chop. I couldn't help but have a few beers (3) while I was cooking, too, after all it was Thanksgiving.
Friday I woke up at my customary 4AM and could tell I had a slight hangover, since I am a complete lightweight, but I knew I would, so tough shit, right? I figured swimming would shake some of it out of me anyway. I had my regular breakfast of English muffin and hard-boiled egg and downed the Ultrafuel. I packed my swim bag for the swim and brought my bike clothes to change into afterward. It was pretty cold outside, so I really bundled up so I wouldn't get chilled at all with the short walk to the garage and then to the Y from the parking lot.
I began my swim at 6:03AM, so I was late by 3 minutes! The water at first was too warm--it was maybe 85--and I wanted to puke for like 3,000 yards. Warm pool water plus hangover plus 600 calories just 1 hour before will do that to me. But then a miracle occurred! They began dumping in cold water, and I could feel the temperature lowering. I knew it was getting to the correct temperature because I wanted to drink it. That's my personal benchmark of an 83 to 84-degree pool. I know 84 still sounds warm, and I would prefer 82-83, but even at 84 I am chilled for several hours once I get out especially if I swim 1:45 or more.
I got in 6,000 yards and drank 2 hours of Infinit and no longer wanted to puke. I showered, stretched for :11 in the sauna (what the hell I can do whatever I want during a NothingMan, right?), changed into bike clothes, but not my bike socks yet because it was so cold outside I didn't want my feeties to get cold to/from my car. I had already pumped the rear tire of LGL and had loaded 5 CD's to cover my 2 hour ride plus 2 hour run plus fudge factor, so without too much slackerage, I got on LGL.
Riding felt fine--I rode in SCR for :30 and then went into BCR, and while I didn't hammer, I think I put in a solid 80-85% FTP effort for the remainder. I ended up at 39 miles total, which was great. I didn't feel bad riding at all, and smiled inside how a 6,000 yard swim warmup just isn't that big of a deal to me anymore!
I drank 2 more bottles of Infinit on the bike and got a fresh one to start running. How nice to be able to just change into running shoes and not leave the house and I'm running! Although...as soon as I started running, that's when I really felt hungover--no surprise there! I knew the run was going to suck, even though I decided to only try and run 10mpm, a nice easy pace for me.
The first hour went pretty well, but then mentally I began to hate it. Not surprising, considering this was the longest run I'd ever done on Hal. Even though you would think a treadmill is a treadmill, there's something different about running on one with a bunch of people around you in a gym versus all by your lonesome in your house. So even though I have music of my choice on speakers and not on headphones, a fan blowing right in my face, and a really nice treadmill, it's just not the same to me mentally yet. But I'm getting there.
After about 1:20, I was really wanting to just bag the run. I rolled through all the usual questions--am I in pain? No. Am I out of fuel? No. Am I untrained? No. It was all mental. So I lowered the speed just a hair for about 5 minutes, and then all of a sudden I was just fine.
I was all patting myself on the back and shit until I looked back at last year and realized that on Thanksgiving weekend 2009, I'd swum 7,000 yards, biked 3 hours and ran 13.1! What the hell, I am such a fucking slacker! But then I thought if I actually pull off a 1/2 marathon in 2 days, I will have redeemed myself, in a perverse sort of way.
I was pretty toasted the rest of Friday and much of Saturday, although on Saturday I did manage to finish sewing the new bedskirt:
If you can correctly guess the number of skulls on my bed in the picture, you will win a prize! Yes, the bedskirt has a bunch of dead people on it. It made me a little nuts while sewing it, because when you are working with a large thing like that, it gets unwieldy, and one seam around the perimeter takes a long time. I did the gathering while sitting in bed feeling like I was going to pass out, but I wanted to get this project done, and now was the time. As soon as it was finished, of course I put it on the bed and changed the sheets so everything would be all skull-y. Sleeping on fresh sheets the night before a race is always a nice thing!
After I finished the bedskirt, I had Swedish pancakes and beer for lunch, then tucked into bed with another James Patterson book ("I, Alex Cross") and finished it, and then it was lights out and I passed out for about an hour. It was blissful, since when I woke up and it was light outside, I had no idea what day it was. It has been a long, long time since I'd napped so soundly, and I was even groggy when I woke up--like I wanted to sleep even more. But I didn't go back to sleep because I wanted to sleep a normal schedule for today's race.
I woke up today around 3:30AM but made myself lay in bed until nearly 4AM which is my new rule (no getting out of bed before 4AM). I got up and had a Powerbar Triple Threat and coffee, then began obsessing about what to wear to race in. The weather report said only like 32 at the start (9AM), and this was like my 5th pretty cold race start this year (Goofy Challenge was record lows both days and it snowed; that Monster Dash 1/2 marathon on Halloween was ice cold; the 5K on Thanksgiving was cold, too), and I did not want to have cold legs for the race at all. So I decided to go with my running underpants underneath my good Pearl Izumi fleece-lined tights, polypropelene sock liners, my regular super thin Wigwam socks over those, a regular bra top, a short sleeve technical T from Northface 50 last year, and my fleece-lined PI top. I decided to wear fleece gloves and hat.
At the last minute, I grabbed a large outdoor trash bag to put on myself while waiting at the race start. It took about :35 to drive to Schaumburg. On the way there, I cracked myself up because I thought I should ask someone to guess what I was doing because I had: a large jar of Vaseline, a small cooler full of Coke and a large trash bag. The correct answer would be: running a race in the cold! Then I had another good laugh since sometimes I cut the head and arm holes in the trash bag with scissors, but this time, I thought I'd just "poke myself through" as needed, and that made me laugh hysterically to myself. It's thoughts like this that make all this shit totally fun to me.
I got a good parking spot, and walked over to pick up my bib and chip and goody bag. I had on some flannel pants and had not yet put on my running shoes as I wanted to keep my feet warm in my fake fur-lined Merrell clogs. I also had on a thick thermal fleece jacket--I wasn't taking any chances about getting cold before the start. After I got my stuff, it was back to my car, and I started it back up, not feeling guilty for burning some gasoline to keep myself warm. I decided I wasn't getting out until 8:45, since I was just maybe 50 yards from the start line.
I poked the trash bag to start my head hole and put it on in the car, and then got out to use it as my personal porta-potty. See, the trash bag has many uses! When it was go time, I lined up behind the 2:15 pacers, because I had no clue if I could even pull that off today.
I started with the bag on but ditched it after 1 mile, as I was sufficiently warmed up. My feet felt nice and toasty (but not too toasty), and my face was good since I'd smeared Vaseline on my cheekbones, up my nostrils and on my lips. I tell ya--Vaseline is good stuff! My first mile was 9:34, and I thought I'd gone out too fast, but whatever--if I crashed and burned today, it would be no big deal.
Through about 6.5 miles, I was behind the Garmin Twins--2 girls who both had Garmins on--I could see them strapped to their arms and they were running some sort of exact pace. So I just stayed right on their butts, literally! But then we hit this hill, and I thought, OH FUCK this won't feel good, and although I'd easily summitted all the lesser bumps in the trail, this one had me walk a little, and I allowed it. So I lost the Garmin Twins, but could see them just ahead of me for most of the rest of the way.
I started to hurt around 10 miles in, and it was no surprise, plus we hit either a false flat or something like it for about 2 miles. At just over 11.5 miles, I pulled out a crack baggie with some of Dad's ashes in them, and I just lost it. I grew up not far from Busse Woods where we were running, and Dad used to take us there many Sundays when I was really young to go see the elk. Yes, there is a small herd of elk in northern Illinois! We would go there and look at them in the cold or snow, and I had not run in Busse Woods since Dad passed away 3 years ago. So I took myself off the asphalt onto the dirt and tried to collect myself. When I got back where the fences are for the elk, I let his ashes fly into the woods and got on with finishing the race.
I went 2:09. I wanted to do 2:08 for some reason, but at least I had gone under 10mpm, so I was happy with that all things considered. We got a cute medal, and our goody bag has a nice technical long sleeve shirt. There were lots of eats and drinks afterward, but I just wanted some warm PowerBar whatever the hell it was (it tasted close to hot chocolate) and then get to my car to put on dry clothes.
On the drive home, I thought to myself how cool is it that I was able to do all these endurance things over Painsgiving while Day 3 of Ultraman Hawaii is going on and I also have friends racing in Ironman Cozumel. While my run speed is now just on the rebound, I feel good that I got in a 40-mile running week, and feel ready for some 50+. I mean, holy crap, I have done a lot of shit this year--3 sprint triathlons, one half Ironman, one Ironman, one Ultraman, 3 half marathons and 2 marathons.
I am quite thankful for my health and fitness, and I am considering Painsgiving a success! Now I am just waiting to meet my new grand-nephew, Scott, who I am already calling Great Scott, and have some sporting gift ideas for...
If you are in the US, hope your Thanksgiving was a good one, and if not, hope your weekend was great, and now I will go back to watching coverage of Ultraman Hawaii and Ironman Cozumel!
This year's menu was 5K on Thursday, 2x2x2 on Friday, and today was a 1/2 marathon.
The morning of the 5K I was up early (at least I'm not getting up before 4AM now, which is an improvement), and feeling guilty that I hadn't done any strength training this week. So around 5AM I thought I could knock out an abs/core workout that has some traditional lifting thrown in there. It took about :45, and I didn't even consider the affect it would have on me running a 5K.
Did I feel at all ready for a 5K? Fuck no. I'd done a marathon just 3 weeks ago (actually 2 weeks and 5 days), and had run very conservatively since then. And I had just worked out my left hip/glute issues, and my true running form was just coming back this week. But, in a perverse way, I was looking forward to the pain of it, because it's been since last winter that I did any 5K-type racing (the indoor triathlon series). I figured, what the hell, maybe my legs will wake up--you never know on any given day.
In my mind and heart, though, I knew I would be lucky to run 9mpm, so if I could achieve that, it would be a good thing. Well, I did--9mpm on the nose! The race did suck, I did feel the effects of that :45 of strength session beforehand, but I didn't stop or give in to the demons in my head telling me it didn't matter if I walked. Because it did matter. One small step for Painsgiving--one giant leap for my return to fast running. I took 11th in my age group, which is abyssmal for me, but hey, on the day I was fine with it.
After I got home (I did an :11 warmup and of course, ran home from the 5K for about :45 total running) and checked on a situation at work (yes, I did), I got on the trainer for an hour and just rode real easy. I alternated between watching Ironman Hawaii 2008 and the AKC Dog Show. I actually enjoyed the dog show more ;) Hey, it was just a 1-hour workout, and I didn't need to go very hard.
I fixed all my bottles for the Friday festival of pain--6 hours worth of Infinit (YUM I LOVE IT) and 300 calories of Ultrafuel to top off the tank in the morning. After this, I cooked for about 4 hours, and my freezer is now full of caloric goodness. I had a big serving of the bacon/bleu cheese pasta and a lamb chop. I couldn't help but have a few beers (3) while I was cooking, too, after all it was Thanksgiving.
Friday I woke up at my customary 4AM and could tell I had a slight hangover, since I am a complete lightweight, but I knew I would, so tough shit, right? I figured swimming would shake some of it out of me anyway. I had my regular breakfast of English muffin and hard-boiled egg and downed the Ultrafuel. I packed my swim bag for the swim and brought my bike clothes to change into afterward. It was pretty cold outside, so I really bundled up so I wouldn't get chilled at all with the short walk to the garage and then to the Y from the parking lot.
I began my swim at 6:03AM, so I was late by 3 minutes! The water at first was too warm--it was maybe 85--and I wanted to puke for like 3,000 yards. Warm pool water plus hangover plus 600 calories just 1 hour before will do that to me. But then a miracle occurred! They began dumping in cold water, and I could feel the temperature lowering. I knew it was getting to the correct temperature because I wanted to drink it. That's my personal benchmark of an 83 to 84-degree pool. I know 84 still sounds warm, and I would prefer 82-83, but even at 84 I am chilled for several hours once I get out especially if I swim 1:45 or more.
I got in 6,000 yards and drank 2 hours of Infinit and no longer wanted to puke. I showered, stretched for :11 in the sauna (what the hell I can do whatever I want during a NothingMan, right?), changed into bike clothes, but not my bike socks yet because it was so cold outside I didn't want my feeties to get cold to/from my car. I had already pumped the rear tire of LGL and had loaded 5 CD's to cover my 2 hour ride plus 2 hour run plus fudge factor, so without too much slackerage, I got on LGL.
Riding felt fine--I rode in SCR for :30 and then went into BCR, and while I didn't hammer, I think I put in a solid 80-85% FTP effort for the remainder. I ended up at 39 miles total, which was great. I didn't feel bad riding at all, and smiled inside how a 6,000 yard swim warmup just isn't that big of a deal to me anymore!
I drank 2 more bottles of Infinit on the bike and got a fresh one to start running. How nice to be able to just change into running shoes and not leave the house and I'm running! Although...as soon as I started running, that's when I really felt hungover--no surprise there! I knew the run was going to suck, even though I decided to only try and run 10mpm, a nice easy pace for me.
The first hour went pretty well, but then mentally I began to hate it. Not surprising, considering this was the longest run I'd ever done on Hal. Even though you would think a treadmill is a treadmill, there's something different about running on one with a bunch of people around you in a gym versus all by your lonesome in your house. So even though I have music of my choice on speakers and not on headphones, a fan blowing right in my face, and a really nice treadmill, it's just not the same to me mentally yet. But I'm getting there.
After about 1:20, I was really wanting to just bag the run. I rolled through all the usual questions--am I in pain? No. Am I out of fuel? No. Am I untrained? No. It was all mental. So I lowered the speed just a hair for about 5 minutes, and then all of a sudden I was just fine.
I was all patting myself on the back and shit until I looked back at last year and realized that on Thanksgiving weekend 2009, I'd swum 7,000 yards, biked 3 hours and ran 13.1! What the hell, I am such a fucking slacker! But then I thought if I actually pull off a 1/2 marathon in 2 days, I will have redeemed myself, in a perverse sort of way.
I was pretty toasted the rest of Friday and much of Saturday, although on Saturday I did manage to finish sewing the new bedskirt:
If you can correctly guess the number of skulls on my bed in the picture, you will win a prize! Yes, the bedskirt has a bunch of dead people on it. It made me a little nuts while sewing it, because when you are working with a large thing like that, it gets unwieldy, and one seam around the perimeter takes a long time. I did the gathering while sitting in bed feeling like I was going to pass out, but I wanted to get this project done, and now was the time. As soon as it was finished, of course I put it on the bed and changed the sheets so everything would be all skull-y. Sleeping on fresh sheets the night before a race is always a nice thing!
After I finished the bedskirt, I had Swedish pancakes and beer for lunch, then tucked into bed with another James Patterson book ("I, Alex Cross") and finished it, and then it was lights out and I passed out for about an hour. It was blissful, since when I woke up and it was light outside, I had no idea what day it was. It has been a long, long time since I'd napped so soundly, and I was even groggy when I woke up--like I wanted to sleep even more. But I didn't go back to sleep because I wanted to sleep a normal schedule for today's race.
I woke up today around 3:30AM but made myself lay in bed until nearly 4AM which is my new rule (no getting out of bed before 4AM). I got up and had a Powerbar Triple Threat and coffee, then began obsessing about what to wear to race in. The weather report said only like 32 at the start (9AM), and this was like my 5th pretty cold race start this year (Goofy Challenge was record lows both days and it snowed; that Monster Dash 1/2 marathon on Halloween was ice cold; the 5K on Thanksgiving was cold, too), and I did not want to have cold legs for the race at all. So I decided to go with my running underpants underneath my good Pearl Izumi fleece-lined tights, polypropelene sock liners, my regular super thin Wigwam socks over those, a regular bra top, a short sleeve technical T from Northface 50 last year, and my fleece-lined PI top. I decided to wear fleece gloves and hat.
At the last minute, I grabbed a large outdoor trash bag to put on myself while waiting at the race start. It took about :35 to drive to Schaumburg. On the way there, I cracked myself up because I thought I should ask someone to guess what I was doing because I had: a large jar of Vaseline, a small cooler full of Coke and a large trash bag. The correct answer would be: running a race in the cold! Then I had another good laugh since sometimes I cut the head and arm holes in the trash bag with scissors, but this time, I thought I'd just "poke myself through" as needed, and that made me laugh hysterically to myself. It's thoughts like this that make all this shit totally fun to me.
I got a good parking spot, and walked over to pick up my bib and chip and goody bag. I had on some flannel pants and had not yet put on my running shoes as I wanted to keep my feet warm in my fake fur-lined Merrell clogs. I also had on a thick thermal fleece jacket--I wasn't taking any chances about getting cold before the start. After I got my stuff, it was back to my car, and I started it back up, not feeling guilty for burning some gasoline to keep myself warm. I decided I wasn't getting out until 8:45, since I was just maybe 50 yards from the start line.
I poked the trash bag to start my head hole and put it on in the car, and then got out to use it as my personal porta-potty. See, the trash bag has many uses! When it was go time, I lined up behind the 2:15 pacers, because I had no clue if I could even pull that off today.
I started with the bag on but ditched it after 1 mile, as I was sufficiently warmed up. My feet felt nice and toasty (but not too toasty), and my face was good since I'd smeared Vaseline on my cheekbones, up my nostrils and on my lips. I tell ya--Vaseline is good stuff! My first mile was 9:34, and I thought I'd gone out too fast, but whatever--if I crashed and burned today, it would be no big deal.
Through about 6.5 miles, I was behind the Garmin Twins--2 girls who both had Garmins on--I could see them strapped to their arms and they were running some sort of exact pace. So I just stayed right on their butts, literally! But then we hit this hill, and I thought, OH FUCK this won't feel good, and although I'd easily summitted all the lesser bumps in the trail, this one had me walk a little, and I allowed it. So I lost the Garmin Twins, but could see them just ahead of me for most of the rest of the way.
I started to hurt around 10 miles in, and it was no surprise, plus we hit either a false flat or something like it for about 2 miles. At just over 11.5 miles, I pulled out a crack baggie with some of Dad's ashes in them, and I just lost it. I grew up not far from Busse Woods where we were running, and Dad used to take us there many Sundays when I was really young to go see the elk. Yes, there is a small herd of elk in northern Illinois! We would go there and look at them in the cold or snow, and I had not run in Busse Woods since Dad passed away 3 years ago. So I took myself off the asphalt onto the dirt and tried to collect myself. When I got back where the fences are for the elk, I let his ashes fly into the woods and got on with finishing the race.
I went 2:09. I wanted to do 2:08 for some reason, but at least I had gone under 10mpm, so I was happy with that all things considered. We got a cute medal, and our goody bag has a nice technical long sleeve shirt. There were lots of eats and drinks afterward, but I just wanted some warm PowerBar whatever the hell it was (it tasted close to hot chocolate) and then get to my car to put on dry clothes.
On the drive home, I thought to myself how cool is it that I was able to do all these endurance things over Painsgiving while Day 3 of Ultraman Hawaii is going on and I also have friends racing in Ironman Cozumel. While my run speed is now just on the rebound, I feel good that I got in a 40-mile running week, and feel ready for some 50+. I mean, holy crap, I have done a lot of shit this year--3 sprint triathlons, one half Ironman, one Ironman, one Ultraman, 3 half marathons and 2 marathons.
I am quite thankful for my health and fitness, and I am considering Painsgiving a success! Now I am just waiting to meet my new grand-nephew, Scott, who I am already calling Great Scott, and have some sporting gift ideas for...
If you are in the US, hope your Thanksgiving was a good one, and if not, hope your weekend was great, and now I will go back to watching coverage of Ultraman Hawaii and Ironman Cozumel!
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
More of My Outlier Story
I want to fill in a few more blanks here so that the whole thing makes sense.
In my 20's, I was a rollerskating whore. I also took a bodybuilding class around the age of 26, and was told by the instructor that "if I wanted to, I could pack on a bunch of muscle." I guess that means he thought I am an endomorph, how funny considering certain people (I call them jealous assholes in my head) seem to get a kick out of calling me skinny now, which would imply that I'm an ectomorph who has trouble adding muscle mass. Which is it? If I don't do a lot of cardio, I know I can put on muscle pretty quickly...keep reading.
Right after I got married, I stopped rollerskating in order to adopt more of the hobbies of my husband (fishing, canoeing, camping, drinking, ping pong), although I did not take up running 2 miles at a time occasionally--I just wasn't into running.
In 1991 at the age of 35 (still married at this point), I became tired of being skinny and flabby. I enjoyed the way I felt in my 20's when I was at least doing about an hour of aerobic exercise a day, and I also liked lifting weights. So with one of my bonuses (from being a workaholic), I bought a weight machine that I still have and love. I also bought some dumbbells to round out the weight collection. I started working out with that stuff, and in about 3 months' time, my then husband remarked to me, "Don't you think your arms are big enough?" What the fuck, man. It's not like I was a steroid bitch. Sure, I was showing some bis, tris and delts (nice ones, too), but I still had a nice ladylike coating of fat over them. Still, that comment sat with me.
In 1992, I became fed up with the workaholic lifestyle, received a poor, undeserved performance review (my then manager was fired soon thereafter, so my instincts about him were right on the money), and quit my job with the blessing of my husband. I just wanted to take a few weeks to breathe and figure some things out. I don't remember how long I took off, but it wasn't too long, and I secured another job easily. I continued lifting and began adding some cardio to my week because I thought it was the right thing to do.
In 1994, my husband asked for a divorce. That sent me reeling, and 3 months after the process got started, I was laid off from my job. I pulled a stupid maneuver and went rollerskating after a few too many drinks, crashed and ended up with a broken arm and good concussion that made me pass out a couple of times in front of my Mom. I wasn't exactly at my best.
I picked myself up and got onto the job hunt, which at first depressed me. Here I was going through a divorce, lost my job, crashed on skates drunk, my self-confidence was at an all time low, and I am supposed to be all smiley and confident walking into job interviews. The first 2 weeks were hell, but then things turned around and all of a sudden I had 3 job offers. I took the one that required the shortest commute with the most pay.
Since I was so happy to have found myself in a slightly better place, I rewarded myself with a trip to Kona before I began my new job. I had a great time, basically laying on the beach drinking and snorkeling. It was awesome.
I made some fast friends at the new job, had some post-divorce wildness (I won't go into details), and joined the health club in the office building because it seemed like a fun thing to do. I was invited to join a step aerobics class. I thought, OH NO I AM A SPAZ (Spaz is my brother Mike's affectionate name for me), but I caught on soon. And then I liked it so much that when they told us to take our heart rates and mine was quite low, I took it as a signal that I needed to work out harder.
Are we seeing a pattern here?
I kept doing the step class to the point where I was so good at it that I could sub for the teachers when they were sick. There was a parade of trainers at this gym until 1998 when the guy who led the step class changed it up to a circuit format including jump rope, jumping jacks, assorted step things, etc. When it turned to summer, we headed outdoors and it got even more fun because now we incorporated sprints. I had never run before, but I was cool with the sprints.
One day, I thought, "I wonder if I can run around this outdoor path all the way." And so I did, and it felt easy, so I did it a few more times. One of the runners I knew said, "You just basically ran a 5K." I didn't know what that meant, but I found out, and also that every weekend in the Chicago area in spring through fall you can find a 5K race, so I thought I'd try one out.
I puked at the end of my first official 5K in 1998, but loved it. The reason I puked is because I took my then usual handful of vitamins like 2 hours before the start, and so they didn't really have time to digest much with the nerves and all, and hence I puked heartily at the finish. In fact, I found the nearest garbage can and heaved into it once, backed off, and then went back for seconds! Someone asked if I was okay, and I said, "Just leave me alone once I finish puking I'll be just fine." And I was.
Next, these "runners" began talking about marathons. Not me, NO FUCKING WAY NEVER! And fall of 1998 I agreed to run the last 5 miles of the Chicago marathon (or at least try to) with a friend. The week before, I realized I had never run that far ever, so after my usual 3.5-ish mile run, I ran another 5. It seemed like I could do it, so I was happy I would be able to keep my promise.
That year they had a 5K that began about 1/2 hour before the marathon start, so I did it, and then I took the El out to the 21 mile point of the marathon. I met up with my friend, and she was running maybe 8:15's and I couldn't run that fast, but I think I kept with her for about a mile, and then told her to go. I still ran all the way in and they tried to give me a medal and everything (I did have a bib on from the 5K).
My friend tried to convince me to do a marathon and again I said NO FUCKING WAY. I went to Kona on vacation the day after the Chicago marathon. The second day I was there, I decided to just run a bit more slowly and see how far I could go. I ran 7 miles. Then 2 days later, I ran 9 miles. 2 more days later I ran 11. I decided right then and there that I could run a marathon.
When I got home from Kona, what should appear in my mailbox but a flyer for Team in Training's program for the Anchorage marathon in June, 1999. I signed up, and also decided I'd do Chicago marathon later that year.
Now, it was in April of 1999 and I was in Kona again on vacation and I did an 18-miler to prepare for Anchorage, and it was on my way home from Kona that the fateful discussion about Ironman took place. I had not even done my first marathon and I was thinking of Ironman.
I find this all very entertaining to recall. See I just listened to people who took time to know me and see things in me that maybe I couldn't see myself at first. And now I've done 15 Ironmans, 8 open marathons (2 of them being on my own) and one Ultraman.
My dear Dad (rest in peace) did not at first understand why a seeming smarty (he considered me the brightest of all his children and I believe he was correct) would want to get involved in endurance sports. I pointed out that Alan Turing, for one example, was into endurance sports. Albert Einstein was known to go on 3 hour walks. My point being that endurance and deep thought (even mathematics and physics!) are very compatible pursuits. So I guess I was convincing Dad that I wasn't an outlier. And he did come to understand how the physical stuff balanced me out emotionally and intellectually.
There. That's my story and I'm sticking to it!
In my 20's, I was a rollerskating whore. I also took a bodybuilding class around the age of 26, and was told by the instructor that "if I wanted to, I could pack on a bunch of muscle." I guess that means he thought I am an endomorph, how funny considering certain people (I call them jealous assholes in my head) seem to get a kick out of calling me skinny now, which would imply that I'm an ectomorph who has trouble adding muscle mass. Which is it? If I don't do a lot of cardio, I know I can put on muscle pretty quickly...keep reading.
Right after I got married, I stopped rollerskating in order to adopt more of the hobbies of my husband (fishing, canoeing, camping, drinking, ping pong), although I did not take up running 2 miles at a time occasionally--I just wasn't into running.
In 1991 at the age of 35 (still married at this point), I became tired of being skinny and flabby. I enjoyed the way I felt in my 20's when I was at least doing about an hour of aerobic exercise a day, and I also liked lifting weights. So with one of my bonuses (from being a workaholic), I bought a weight machine that I still have and love. I also bought some dumbbells to round out the weight collection. I started working out with that stuff, and in about 3 months' time, my then husband remarked to me, "Don't you think your arms are big enough?" What the fuck, man. It's not like I was a steroid bitch. Sure, I was showing some bis, tris and delts (nice ones, too), but I still had a nice ladylike coating of fat over them. Still, that comment sat with me.
In 1992, I became fed up with the workaholic lifestyle, received a poor, undeserved performance review (my then manager was fired soon thereafter, so my instincts about him were right on the money), and quit my job with the blessing of my husband. I just wanted to take a few weeks to breathe and figure some things out. I don't remember how long I took off, but it wasn't too long, and I secured another job easily. I continued lifting and began adding some cardio to my week because I thought it was the right thing to do.
In 1994, my husband asked for a divorce. That sent me reeling, and 3 months after the process got started, I was laid off from my job. I pulled a stupid maneuver and went rollerskating after a few too many drinks, crashed and ended up with a broken arm and good concussion that made me pass out a couple of times in front of my Mom. I wasn't exactly at my best.
I picked myself up and got onto the job hunt, which at first depressed me. Here I was going through a divorce, lost my job, crashed on skates drunk, my self-confidence was at an all time low, and I am supposed to be all smiley and confident walking into job interviews. The first 2 weeks were hell, but then things turned around and all of a sudden I had 3 job offers. I took the one that required the shortest commute with the most pay.
Since I was so happy to have found myself in a slightly better place, I rewarded myself with a trip to Kona before I began my new job. I had a great time, basically laying on the beach drinking and snorkeling. It was awesome.
I made some fast friends at the new job, had some post-divorce wildness (I won't go into details), and joined the health club in the office building because it seemed like a fun thing to do. I was invited to join a step aerobics class. I thought, OH NO I AM A SPAZ (Spaz is my brother Mike's affectionate name for me), but I caught on soon. And then I liked it so much that when they told us to take our heart rates and mine was quite low, I took it as a signal that I needed to work out harder.
Are we seeing a pattern here?
I kept doing the step class to the point where I was so good at it that I could sub for the teachers when they were sick. There was a parade of trainers at this gym until 1998 when the guy who led the step class changed it up to a circuit format including jump rope, jumping jacks, assorted step things, etc. When it turned to summer, we headed outdoors and it got even more fun because now we incorporated sprints. I had never run before, but I was cool with the sprints.
One day, I thought, "I wonder if I can run around this outdoor path all the way." And so I did, and it felt easy, so I did it a few more times. One of the runners I knew said, "You just basically ran a 5K." I didn't know what that meant, but I found out, and also that every weekend in the Chicago area in spring through fall you can find a 5K race, so I thought I'd try one out.
I puked at the end of my first official 5K in 1998, but loved it. The reason I puked is because I took my then usual handful of vitamins like 2 hours before the start, and so they didn't really have time to digest much with the nerves and all, and hence I puked heartily at the finish. In fact, I found the nearest garbage can and heaved into it once, backed off, and then went back for seconds! Someone asked if I was okay, and I said, "Just leave me alone once I finish puking I'll be just fine." And I was.
Next, these "runners" began talking about marathons. Not me, NO FUCKING WAY NEVER! And fall of 1998 I agreed to run the last 5 miles of the Chicago marathon (or at least try to) with a friend. The week before, I realized I had never run that far ever, so after my usual 3.5-ish mile run, I ran another 5. It seemed like I could do it, so I was happy I would be able to keep my promise.
That year they had a 5K that began about 1/2 hour before the marathon start, so I did it, and then I took the El out to the 21 mile point of the marathon. I met up with my friend, and she was running maybe 8:15's and I couldn't run that fast, but I think I kept with her for about a mile, and then told her to go. I still ran all the way in and they tried to give me a medal and everything (I did have a bib on from the 5K).
My friend tried to convince me to do a marathon and again I said NO FUCKING WAY. I went to Kona on vacation the day after the Chicago marathon. The second day I was there, I decided to just run a bit more slowly and see how far I could go. I ran 7 miles. Then 2 days later, I ran 9 miles. 2 more days later I ran 11. I decided right then and there that I could run a marathon.
When I got home from Kona, what should appear in my mailbox but a flyer for Team in Training's program for the Anchorage marathon in June, 1999. I signed up, and also decided I'd do Chicago marathon later that year.
Now, it was in April of 1999 and I was in Kona again on vacation and I did an 18-miler to prepare for Anchorage, and it was on my way home from Kona that the fateful discussion about Ironman took place. I had not even done my first marathon and I was thinking of Ironman.
I find this all very entertaining to recall. See I just listened to people who took time to know me and see things in me that maybe I couldn't see myself at first. And now I've done 15 Ironmans, 8 open marathons (2 of them being on my own) and one Ultraman.
My dear Dad (rest in peace) did not at first understand why a seeming smarty (he considered me the brightest of all his children and I believe he was correct) would want to get involved in endurance sports. I pointed out that Alan Turing, for one example, was into endurance sports. Albert Einstein was known to go on 3 hour walks. My point being that endurance and deep thought (even mathematics and physics!) are very compatible pursuits. So I guess I was convincing Dad that I wasn't an outlier. And he did come to understand how the physical stuff balanced me out emotionally and intellectually.
There. That's my story and I'm sticking to it!
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Outlier?
A few days ago on Facebook, I shared an article about recovery. Someone chimed in that it didn't mention one of the obvious factors in recovery--one's age. I took that to be a given, in that it's widely recognized that as one ages, the ability to recover from hard workouts diminishes somewhat. To which I added, but if one practices good recoverability, then as one ages, the impact of aging alone can be significantly mitigated.
And then I was called an outlier. I didn't take that as a compliment or insult--just something to ponder. I took the comment to mean the second of the definitions below:
out·li·er (outlr)
n.
1. One whose domicile lies at an appreciable distance from his or her place of business.
2. A value far from most others in a set of data: "Outliers make statistical analyses difficult" (Harvey Motulsky).
3. Geology A portion of stratified rock separated from a main formation by erosion.
I don't now nor have I ever considered myself an outlier athletically. I didn't come from "good" parents (good in the sense of being gifted athletically or genetically), I didn't deliberately engage in sports (unless you count riding a bike maybe 2 miles to an outdoor pool in the summer and flopping around for an hour or so) until my 20's (and even then it was just rollerskating), and I didn't begin serious training until I was the ripe old age of 42. All I have done is make choices and seized opportunities that improve my ability to train hard and recover from it.
I will now tell the complete story of how I got to where I am today in triathlon. This may bore the hell out of you, but I enjoy writing about it and have never really gotten the entire thing together at once, so here goes.
Oh, sure I'm damn lucky that I get to work out of my house. It wasn't always that way. I was a workaholic in my 20's and early 30's, regularly putting in 60-80 hours per week. I got married at the age of 29 and saw my hours spent working out decline to a pitiful amount--near zero. I found that that made me an unhappy person, although I thought it made my marriage better, because I worked tirelessly at it to try and be the perfect wife. You can't be the perfect anything unless you are being true to yourself, and I wasn't. I began a slow return to "working out," (which is what I had considered my exercise in my 20's to be--it was certainly not training), while continuing to pile on the hours at work.
I became happier with myself. I got divorced. I began a new job in the software industry, and there was a gradual acceptance of doing the computer/phone thing from home a few days per week. And if you were good at managing yourself this way (and I was) and being productive, you were able to spend progressively more and more time working out of home, until well now, where it's more the norm than the exception for many people in the industry to work from home full time.
So sure, I'm lucky that I get to work out of my house, but the opportunity to do so only came after I'd worked myself into the ground for many years. So I earned it, and then I began using it to my advantage. And I rediscovered the joy I get in movement, and it just escalated from there. From 1997-1999, I was only running and lifting (and a little miscellaneous "cardio"), maybe 8-10 hours a week, which is still a lot for most people, but it was manageable, and I wasn't yet working at home full time.
Then I got bit by the triathlon bug. Or, should I say, the opportunity presented itself. I had run 2 marathons with Team in Training, and my local group was starting up a triathlon program, and I was asked to be a mentor. ME! What the fuck, right? I knew NOTHING about triathlon and figured I had better start reading up, and so I did. I bought books, I found all the best websites from which to glean information, bought a decent road bike (which is now in the loving hands of my massage therapist), took some swim lessons (Cindy can attest those were good times indeed!) and pronounced myself a triathlete. A crappy triathlete, but at least I had some of the best gear around (not my bike yet, though).
Meanwhile, in April 1999, a dude in Kona had suggested that I would do an Ironman someday. Here's the back of my then business card that I made him write it down on:
Here I was practicing being a crappy triathlete (and I did suck) and this idea was now rolling around in my head. I announced at a summer track workout in 1999 (preparing for my second marathon, the Chicago marathon) that I was going to do an Ironman. I sure got some interesting looks. I wasn't exactly svelte at the time, and I didn't (and still don't) run very fast, either. So it was, at the time, a rather bold statement. But anyone who knows me, knows that when I decide to do something, I do it. I usually need to make myself a plan, and in my head, the plan was to do my first Ironman in 2004 or 2005.
As fate would have it, though, a person (let's call him Steve) suggested that I register for Ironman Lake Placid in 2001, and like an idiot, I did. So, OK, I was ahead of my plan, but I rationalized that I wasn't getting any younger (I was 43 in 2001), and what the hell, why not?
I got a coach (whose first triathlon was an Ironman, by the way, even though he told me right off the bat that I had no business doing an Ironman so soon), and he put the hurt to me real bad. I was able to do the training, but it was still a huge leap for me to go from 8-10 hours of training per week to an average of almost 14 per week. Along the way, I osmosed whatever I could about training and recovery, and thus began my quest to figure out how I could keep training at or above this level and feel better while doing it. As beat up as I was that first Ironman season (and I was told a few years ago by someone I admire that she could see just how beat up I was back then), I really did enjoy the training. I was still lifting, which I loved, and running, which I was coming to enjoy more and more, and I had always like swimming and biking, and I enjoyed the process of trying to get better at all of it. And also improve my race time, duh.
It took me a few years to get comfortable with the fact that it would be better for me (and my left knee which has no ACL anymore) to drop some weight in order to protect my running health mostly, but also maybe improve my race time. And then the lights went on about stretching and massage, and well, an athlete (such as it was) was born. It is no coincidence that I had an Ironman PR in 2004 that stood up until 2009, when I finally cracked it. Between 2005 and 2009, my life was a hell of sorts, with my Mom's declining health and then death, my Dad's death and then the whole executor thing which finally ended this past February.
I am rereading a book that I finally got back from a person I lent it to like 8 years ago called Long Distance: A Year of Living Strenuously. I can see myself in the book, as sometime around 2003 or 2004, I had decided I wanted to see what it would be like for me to really explore my athletic capabilities, despite a full time job and regular life. The author's Dad dies while he is on his quest for personal athletic excellence. Was it a premonition that I had read it back then before I went through the same thing myself? Who can know.
It is a wonderful book, and there are so many statements in the book that resonate so much with me, like:
So maybe it was making that choice is what people think makes me an outlier? Well, if so, fuck it. Anyone can make the choice, and I don't want to hear any excuses like I'm married, I have kids, I don't work at home. I am not who I am by chance--it's by choice. I've worked damn hard in my career and athletically, and yes, I have sacrificed some things along the way, but in the end, I don't consider my life any better or worse than anyone around me. It's the life I chose, and that's what I like most about it.
Since then, I've discovered a bunch of things about myself, been through a bunch of life crap, and now here I sit being able to say that, for a person my age, I tend to recover quite well from heavy training. Outlier? Nah, I just work my fucking ass off.
And then I was called an outlier. I didn't take that as a compliment or insult--just something to ponder. I took the comment to mean the second of the definitions below:
out·li·er (outlr)
n.
1. One whose domicile lies at an appreciable distance from his or her place of business.
2. A value far from most others in a set of data: "Outliers make statistical analyses difficult" (Harvey Motulsky).
3. Geology A portion of stratified rock separated from a main formation by erosion.
I don't now nor have I ever considered myself an outlier athletically. I didn't come from "good" parents (good in the sense of being gifted athletically or genetically), I didn't deliberately engage in sports (unless you count riding a bike maybe 2 miles to an outdoor pool in the summer and flopping around for an hour or so) until my 20's (and even then it was just rollerskating), and I didn't begin serious training until I was the ripe old age of 42. All I have done is make choices and seized opportunities that improve my ability to train hard and recover from it.
I will now tell the complete story of how I got to where I am today in triathlon. This may bore the hell out of you, but I enjoy writing about it and have never really gotten the entire thing together at once, so here goes.
Oh, sure I'm damn lucky that I get to work out of my house. It wasn't always that way. I was a workaholic in my 20's and early 30's, regularly putting in 60-80 hours per week. I got married at the age of 29 and saw my hours spent working out decline to a pitiful amount--near zero. I found that that made me an unhappy person, although I thought it made my marriage better, because I worked tirelessly at it to try and be the perfect wife. You can't be the perfect anything unless you are being true to yourself, and I wasn't. I began a slow return to "working out," (which is what I had considered my exercise in my 20's to be--it was certainly not training), while continuing to pile on the hours at work.
I became happier with myself. I got divorced. I began a new job in the software industry, and there was a gradual acceptance of doing the computer/phone thing from home a few days per week. And if you were good at managing yourself this way (and I was) and being productive, you were able to spend progressively more and more time working out of home, until well now, where it's more the norm than the exception for many people in the industry to work from home full time.
So sure, I'm lucky that I get to work out of my house, but the opportunity to do so only came after I'd worked myself into the ground for many years. So I earned it, and then I began using it to my advantage. And I rediscovered the joy I get in movement, and it just escalated from there. From 1997-1999, I was only running and lifting (and a little miscellaneous "cardio"), maybe 8-10 hours a week, which is still a lot for most people, but it was manageable, and I wasn't yet working at home full time.
Then I got bit by the triathlon bug. Or, should I say, the opportunity presented itself. I had run 2 marathons with Team in Training, and my local group was starting up a triathlon program, and I was asked to be a mentor. ME! What the fuck, right? I knew NOTHING about triathlon and figured I had better start reading up, and so I did. I bought books, I found all the best websites from which to glean information, bought a decent road bike (which is now in the loving hands of my massage therapist), took some swim lessons (Cindy can attest those were good times indeed!) and pronounced myself a triathlete. A crappy triathlete, but at least I had some of the best gear around (not my bike yet, though).
Meanwhile, in April 1999, a dude in Kona had suggested that I would do an Ironman someday. Here's the back of my then business card that I made him write it down on:
Here I was practicing being a crappy triathlete (and I did suck) and this idea was now rolling around in my head. I announced at a summer track workout in 1999 (preparing for my second marathon, the Chicago marathon) that I was going to do an Ironman. I sure got some interesting looks. I wasn't exactly svelte at the time, and I didn't (and still don't) run very fast, either. So it was, at the time, a rather bold statement. But anyone who knows me, knows that when I decide to do something, I do it. I usually need to make myself a plan, and in my head, the plan was to do my first Ironman in 2004 or 2005.
As fate would have it, though, a person (let's call him Steve) suggested that I register for Ironman Lake Placid in 2001, and like an idiot, I did. So, OK, I was ahead of my plan, but I rationalized that I wasn't getting any younger (I was 43 in 2001), and what the hell, why not?
I got a coach (whose first triathlon was an Ironman, by the way, even though he told me right off the bat that I had no business doing an Ironman so soon), and he put the hurt to me real bad. I was able to do the training, but it was still a huge leap for me to go from 8-10 hours of training per week to an average of almost 14 per week. Along the way, I osmosed whatever I could about training and recovery, and thus began my quest to figure out how I could keep training at or above this level and feel better while doing it. As beat up as I was that first Ironman season (and I was told a few years ago by someone I admire that she could see just how beat up I was back then), I really did enjoy the training. I was still lifting, which I loved, and running, which I was coming to enjoy more and more, and I had always like swimming and biking, and I enjoyed the process of trying to get better at all of it. And also improve my race time, duh.
It took me a few years to get comfortable with the fact that it would be better for me (and my left knee which has no ACL anymore) to drop some weight in order to protect my running health mostly, but also maybe improve my race time. And then the lights went on about stretching and massage, and well, an athlete (such as it was) was born. It is no coincidence that I had an Ironman PR in 2004 that stood up until 2009, when I finally cracked it. Between 2005 and 2009, my life was a hell of sorts, with my Mom's declining health and then death, my Dad's death and then the whole executor thing which finally ended this past February.
I am rereading a book that I finally got back from a person I lent it to like 8 years ago called Long Distance: A Year of Living Strenuously. I can see myself in the book, as sometime around 2003 or 2004, I had decided I wanted to see what it would be like for me to really explore my athletic capabilities, despite a full time job and regular life. The author's Dad dies while he is on his quest for personal athletic excellence. Was it a premonition that I had read it back then before I went through the same thing myself? Who can know.
It is a wonderful book, and there are so many statements in the book that resonate so much with me, like:
- "In the end, endurance sports are a test of yourself against yourself; they require nobody else, and sometimes they can hardly tolerate anyone else."
- When Rob Sleamaker is watching the author reach for some chips to go with guacamole he says, "You know, we all like chips. But they have an awful lot of fat in them." And in that moment was born The Man Who Reads the Sides of Every Can.
So maybe it was making that choice is what people think makes me an outlier? Well, if so, fuck it. Anyone can make the choice, and I don't want to hear any excuses like I'm married, I have kids, I don't work at home. I am not who I am by chance--it's by choice. I've worked damn hard in my career and athletically, and yes, I have sacrificed some things along the way, but in the end, I don't consider my life any better or worse than anyone around me. It's the life I chose, and that's what I like most about it.
Since then, I've discovered a bunch of things about myself, been through a bunch of life crap, and now here I sit being able to say that, for a person my age, I tend to recover quite well from heavy training. Outlier? Nah, I just work my fucking ass off.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Bike Porn!
bling...bling...bling...Hello? It's SKULL KINGDOM! I finally got worthy aerobars on her and recabled her with red Nokons. All that's left to do is get flames on the rims...getting that looked into. She is truly the sweetest ride I have ever had or seen!
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Ready to Settle In
I am back to running. The legs are feeling pretty good, so I hope I can find some speed in them now that I'm about finished with a bunch of errands I did over the weekend:
As I was sweeping my driveway this afternoon, I was thinking what I will be doing next year at this time. I will be tapering for Ultraman Hawaii or starting to, anyway. I think that I will not have time to fix up my yard for the winter next year and will need to allocate money to pay someone to do it. I really do enjoy doing it myself, but the timing will not be good for me. But I still will get to enjoy all the flowers as they begin arriving just 4 months from now!
Every year about this time as I've taken some well-needed rest from training (yeah I know a marathon last week but still...), I think about how I was able to do the things that I did the prior year, and I am still amazed. But now it's getting time for me to buckle down and resume building that huge winter base that enables me to bust out the door in spring pretty strong. Only this time I actually believe I know what I'm doing and that will be a huge stress relief! I was worried that I had lost all semblance of speed for awhile there, but I proved my biking is still strong, and now that I have figured out my running issues, hopefully I'll be back running tempo and speedwork pretty quickly. I was reminded today, though, that running with a hangover is not exactly fun ;) I can't remember the last time I had a hangover--it must be at least a year--but hey the wine tasted great.
Now I make the transition to training indoors 100% (or nearly so), which is always a bit traumatic. I do like Hal, but I still hate the treadmill in general. But I have to say having one at home now is great. If it's dark out but nice weather, I can start indoors and then head out like I did this morning. And I can transition to the bike right quickly. After some nice outdoor rides this week, I was on the trainer today, and it sucked, but it also made me feel that feeling of "when I'm on the trainer I must work extra hard." It is just a psychological thing. And I'm getting my Ergomo head unit repaired, so I should be back in the power business on LGL which is cool. Can't wait to see just how much I suck (or not)!
I feel like I'm picking up after the last 5 years of my life--that I finally have time to do what I need to do for myself. Even though it appears I've been doing that anyway, it's the non-triathlon things that I had seriously slacked on, but I'm nearly back on track. I have made my estate plan, done my medical appointments, had much work done on my house, and I feel really ready for the next big adventure. Which I think means I will enjoy the hell out of this next year of training and racing! What a great place to be!
Hope everyone had a great weekend!
- See my chiropractor. We had a LONG discussion about me and my feet and legs and hips and back and running shoes and what works and what doesn't work. I was pretty agitated. I am not an easy patient. What we concluded was that the orthotics made for me in May had too wide of a heel cup resulting in my heels sliding all over the place while running which led to muscles in my hips, glutes and low back getting fucked up. They aren't totally unfucked up yet, but they are getting there. We decided to refurbish and replicate orthotics I had made like 6 years ago. When doc was looking at the old ones, he kept saying over and over, "these have a lot of mileage in them." Yep, about 8,000 miles!
- Dropped off hazardous household waste (from my garage cleaning a few months ago) at a special drop-off center.
- Deposited some checks into bank
- Dropped off about 12 pairs of worn running shoes at a Nike outlet store for recycling, then since it's been years since I've been at an outlet mall, I spent a short time shopping and got a new pair of winter Merrell's and some Jockey underwear.
- Got a massage.
- Dropped off Skull Kingdom at The Bike Shop to get her new bars and Nokon cables put on. The new bars are SWEET! I'm also replacing an alloy cage on the downtube with carbon. These stylistic improvements had to be done--she wasn't worthy of my stable without this bling!
- Got waxed
- Went grocery shopping
- Cooked up farfalle with salmon
- Ate some of that pasta and drank an entire bottle of wine that I am paying for today
- Bundled up and cleaned up after a bunch of perennial stems that I cut down during last week and covered a few rose bushes for the winter
As I was sweeping my driveway this afternoon, I was thinking what I will be doing next year at this time. I will be tapering for Ultraman Hawaii or starting to, anyway. I think that I will not have time to fix up my yard for the winter next year and will need to allocate money to pay someone to do it. I really do enjoy doing it myself, but the timing will not be good for me. But I still will get to enjoy all the flowers as they begin arriving just 4 months from now!
Every year about this time as I've taken some well-needed rest from training (yeah I know a marathon last week but still...), I think about how I was able to do the things that I did the prior year, and I am still amazed. But now it's getting time for me to buckle down and resume building that huge winter base that enables me to bust out the door in spring pretty strong. Only this time I actually believe I know what I'm doing and that will be a huge stress relief! I was worried that I had lost all semblance of speed for awhile there, but I proved my biking is still strong, and now that I have figured out my running issues, hopefully I'll be back running tempo and speedwork pretty quickly. I was reminded today, though, that running with a hangover is not exactly fun ;) I can't remember the last time I had a hangover--it must be at least a year--but hey the wine tasted great.
Now I make the transition to training indoors 100% (or nearly so), which is always a bit traumatic. I do like Hal, but I still hate the treadmill in general. But I have to say having one at home now is great. If it's dark out but nice weather, I can start indoors and then head out like I did this morning. And I can transition to the bike right quickly. After some nice outdoor rides this week, I was on the trainer today, and it sucked, but it also made me feel that feeling of "when I'm on the trainer I must work extra hard." It is just a psychological thing. And I'm getting my Ergomo head unit repaired, so I should be back in the power business on LGL which is cool. Can't wait to see just how much I suck (or not)!
I feel like I'm picking up after the last 5 years of my life--that I finally have time to do what I need to do for myself. Even though it appears I've been doing that anyway, it's the non-triathlon things that I had seriously slacked on, but I'm nearly back on track. I have made my estate plan, done my medical appointments, had much work done on my house, and I feel really ready for the next big adventure. Which I think means I will enjoy the hell out of this next year of training and racing! What a great place to be!
Hope everyone had a great weekend!
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