I'm an Olympic Beach Volleyball Player for Brazil

No, I'm not (notice the lack of sand). But in case you don't get it, lookie here. You guys especially should appreciate those pics.

Weekly Workout Totals 08/04/2008-08/10/2008, Sunday Ride and General Rambling

First, I back up to last Wednesday. After my little bonk episode, I did eat a big bowl of pasta and a "normal" (as of late, anyway) dinner of lean protein and vegetables. Thursday morning I wake up and feel like crap. Bloated, gassy, crampy--my entire GI tract was in knots. So bad that I ended up calling in sick. I spent many hours curled up in the fetal position hoping it would subside. Was it the extra dose of carbs that I wasn't used to? Who knows. All I know is I felt like shit. But I needed to do a long run. I wasn't dying...I was just uncomfortable. So around 1:15, I went to Waterfall Glen and did it. It wasn't pretty--it was one of the slowest runs I've done in years--almost 10mpm. But it was an absolutely beautiful day, so I toughed it out. Since my stomach was a mess, of course, I barely ate anything before I started, so by the time I got comfortable running, then I had little fuel to draw on and my legs just plain hurt! It made me laugh that I was swapping one type of pain for another.

On Friday morning, I felt a little better--enough to be able to work, but still not great. I went to the outdoor pool and knocked out 3100 meters. It felt good to stretch out my midsection, but it didn't fix anything. I decided to do a ride in the middle of the day so I could be lazy on Saturday, and I headed out on CF to Greene Valley (a dump with accompanying trail system--it's actually pretty nice), and rode around in bright sunshine. I enjoyed the ride, even when my stomach would cramp up on me and try and bring me down.

Saturday morning I got to sleep in, and I didn't feel like doing much of anything, so I turned on the Olympics. I just got into it, and it was a really cool day, and I had wanted to go swim outdoors, but it rained a little and I decided I really didn't need to anyway, so I just vegged out. Ever have one of those days where you get really lazy and can't imagine getting excited about a big workout the next day? Saturday was one of those days for me. I just went into this mode of "I can't believe I work out so much when this laziness feels so good." I felt like my body was conspiring to shut me down anyway, so I let my brain indulge this fantasy for the better part of the day, all the while thinking I needed to fix some bottles, stretch and do a whole lot of other things, none of which seemed more appealing than parking my butt in front of the TV.

Finally, at about 2:30, I decided I had better do something because even though the laziness felt good, it didn't feel right. So I did an abs/core workout, and that got my blood flowing, and got me thinking about riding on Sunday. I decided that with my stomach still in knots that aero position probably wouldn't feel too good, so I lovingly carressed LGL to let her know she was going to get to go long on Sunday.

Of course, I had to stay up (anything past 9PM is late for me) and watch Phelps swim his 400IM, and that was awesome. I set my alarm for 4:30AM and fell asleep quickly. Upon waking yesterday morning, it was quite cool outside, so I had some time to obsess about what to wear. The forecast called for a high of 75, so I knew bike shorts were in order and maybe even a jersey. I felt better than the day before, but not overly excited about riding. Given all the training and racing I'd already done for the year, I knew that in the big scheme of things, if I really didn't feel like riding 100 miles that I didn't need to, but that was still my objective for the day.

I drove to Dekalb (home of Northern Illinois University, home of the Huskies) for the Windy 60. The ride had 20, 40 and 60-mile route options, so I figured I'd combine the 60 and 40. When I got the route map, though, it looked like there was an inner loop that I could just repeat, and now that I think of it, I'd done that before a few years back. I ended up leaving on my sleeveless tank and putting a bike jersey over it plus arm warmers, as it was still only maybe 56 when we started.

I had brought a can of Coke along for the ride in case I wanted it before I started, but I never did open it. I left it in the cup holder next to the driver's seat of my car. A few miles into the ride, I remembered I left it there and thought it might explode, but I didn't really worry too much about it. I had made a 6-hour bottle of Infinit for my nutrition, which was good, because on this ride they don't have Gatorade--they just have lemonade--and I am just not into carrying all the salt tablets with me anymore.

Odd for August (or summer, for that matter), the winds were out of the north. And our route took us, guess what? About 25 miles south to begin with. Nice! The tailwind was great, but considering there was little chance of the wind changing direction today, I knew the ride back would suck. About 20 miles in, you get to the main rest stop, and then you do a 21-mile loop and come back to the same spot, and then it's about 20 miles back to the start. The first time through the loop is when I got to experience the north wind. It sucked! Not only that, but the road we took north featured very long uphill grades, so that was really nice!

I finished the first loop and thought about whether I wanted to do it again. I could just stop and do a 60-mile ride, but there was this little voice in my head that was telling me it was no big deal and that I can suffer. Besides, the north leg only lasted about 20 minutes (of hell) or so. On loop 2, of course the wind picked up and it was even harder. It was funny that I was recognizing things, like a certain empty bottle of water tossed to the side of the road, an empty (or so I thought) bag from some sort of chips, corner dog (there was a dog at a right-hand turn and that's what I named him) and a whole lot of corn. Oh well, the ride south was fun!

I checked with the folks at the aid station (which I didn't really need because there was a water fountain) to see how long they'd be there and to let them know I was heading out for one more loop. I spoke with the woman heading the station and she noticed my Ironman Canada jersey and asked me how many I'd done, and I told her and that I was doing a self-supported one in a few weeks. I wasn't even very animated while talking to her, because, well, it's just stuff I do, but her eyes and her daughter's eyes went pretty wide when I told them about NothingMan. I really enjoy seeing the look on people's faces--I guess because I want them to see in me how much I love doing this that I would just "go do it" even though I do "regular" Ironman races, too.

That little voice was playing with me about now. I could just head back and call it 80 or so miles and that would be a good ride, especially with the amount of wind. But hey--I drove 46 miles to get there, so how stupid would it be for me to ride less distance than I drove? Pretty stupid. At least if you have a little voice in your head that's telling you to get back out there and suffer some more in the wind. So I went back out. I hadn't seen too many riders on the previous lap, but anyone I could see ahead of me I was able to catch. On this last lap, I didn't expect to see anyone, but sure enough, when I hit the north leg into the headwind, I saw first a solo rider, whom I caught, and then a group of three. The group of 3 looked like maybe they were players, but I guess not since I caught and passed them. Some people just give up into a headwind, and I was hurting big time, but not giving up. I knew it wasn't long into the wind, so I just kept pressing on.

Getting back to the rest stop for the last time, I pulled in first and was by myself. The group of 3 followed shortly thereafter, and when it seemed like we were all ready to go home, I asked them to come along and we could ride a pace line to make it easier. They looked at me like I was nuts, and maybe they thought I was too fast for them or else a little brash? But hey, I meant it, but they didn't follow right behind me.

At this point now, we had about 15 miles north to go. It was miserable. At one point we were on a road that was a long uphill grade of maybe 4 miles, into the headwind, and the pavement was grooved! My legs were screaming at me, and all I could think was hey--it may as well be raining, too! I was happy when I could get up to 15mph on this stretch. I did encounter one guy up ahead who eluded me for about 4 miles, but finally I caught up to him, and I could tell he was really suffering. We came up to this little nothing of a rest stop (which I hadn't expected), and someone flagged me down and said they had water. Well, I could have kept going, but the thought of cold water sounded great, so I stopped, dismounted, and grabbed some. One guy remarked that I didn't fall off my bike like other riders had. I was still hanging in there, and they said we had 8 miles left, mostly north. I thanked them for being out there and forged onwards.

At least the grooved pavement stopped, and it wasn't so much uphill anymore, so I was thankful for that. I wasn't looking at where I was at mileage-wise, because I just didn't care. I knew I'd be over 100 miles, and that was good. When I was almost back, I came upon a family of 4--Dad had an extension on his bike for his son, and Mom and a daughter were on their own bikes. I asked Dad how many miles they had done and he said 40. I was totally impressed! I told them all good job, and Dad asked me where I was at, and that's when I looked at the Ergomo and saw 107 miles. When all was said and done, I had 108.5 miles and was one happy camper to be finished.

I rode into the parking lot and proceeded right to get my t-shirt. Normally, I don't want shirts from rides, since I do so many of these, but this one I wanted. A man who I'd seen at various points asked me about my mileage and I told him and he said he wished he could give me a prize or something! All I wanted, though, was the shirt.

When I got back to my car, guess what? The can of Coke had exploded, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Luckily, I always bring a frozen washcloth to these long rides that I drive to, which by now was perfect for wiping up the Coke, but not until I wiped off my face. I was able to pretty much clean it all up, and just chalked it up to another minor obstacle in my day. I had brought along frozen Endurox, too, and it was ice cold. Now I wondered if I could make the entire drive home without going hypoglycemic.

Luckily, traffic wasn't bad at all, so I cruised home, and even was able to stop at the grocery store for a few things before going home. Although while at the grocery store I could tell I was on the verge of hypoglycemia, all I was craving was protein. And Olympics! As soon as I got in the door, I started eating and cracked a beer, and remembered I needed to mow the front lawn (I had done the back on Friday), and figured I should do that before I shower, so I did, and then I had the BEST SHOWER EVER and finally I could just lay around and watch the Olympics. I made myself stretch, which felt good, and while doing so, thought either I rode pretty hard or I suck!

That was one of the toughest rides I've done because of the wind, but also because my mental state wasn't in it initially. Pretty typical for 3 weeks after an Ironman race! There were points during the day when I thought I pretty much sucked, but when I realized what I was doing and the fact that there was no option but for me to keep riding loops into the wind, I thought, hey, I guess that shows some mental toughness, right? When I downloaded the ride information, well, I did ride pretty hard because I averaged 80% of FTP on the day. Wind makes me work!

This is when it's "fun" to me. When I feel like I'm struggling a bit because I've been pouring it on for months, and I'm starting to ask myself why do I keep going and think maybe I suck, but I know I don't and someone tells me I'm nuts, and in a way I am, and it's a good thing. This is the whole NothingMan thing--to want to do it, but not want to do it--to want to stop training, but to keep going anyway--to think it will be fun but realize that it's pretty sick to think of an Ironman as fun--to feel like everything and nothing all at once--to care and not care--to want to tell everyone about it but also to keep silent--to act like it's a big deal but it really isn't. And the whole objective of the exercise really is nothing, so here again is my favorite quote:

To achieve satisfaction
in everything
Desire it in nothing.
To possess everything,
Desire to have nothing.
To be everything,
Desire to be nothing.
To know everything,
Desire to know nothing.
--John of the Cross

Weekly Workout Totals	08/04/2008-08/10/2008 This week's totals are sponsored by the Olympics. I just can't get enough. Swimming, especially--soon to be followed by track and field!
Swim:	7815 yards (4.44 miles) in 2.65 hours; 13% of weekly workout time; approx. 928 calories burned Canadian: 7146.04 meters
Bike:	Approx. 214.32 miles in 12.2 hours; 60% of weekly workout time; approx. 6007 calories burned; Total TSS=722 Canadian: 344.91 kilometers
Run:	Approx. 25.14 miles in 4.01 hours; 20% of weekly workout time; approx. 1819 calories burned Canadian: 40.46 kilometers
Strength:	1.6 hours; 8% of weekly workout time; approx. 400 calories burned
All Sports:	Approx. 243.9 miles in 20.46 hours; approx. 9154 calories burned Canadian: 392.52 kilometers
Sleep:	9 hours avg./night
Stretching:	2.55 hours. Massage: 2 hours

Weekly Workout Totals 06/30/2008-07/06/2008 and 4th of July Weekend

Pics are here.

I took Thursday off from work just because I wanted a 4-day weekend. I started it off with 3 miles of swimming at the outdoor pool. The 3800 meter time trial was a minute faster than the prior week, even though I was feeling pretty tired, having swum the 3 prior days as well. But I was happy with the swim, and then about noon I went and ran about 5.5 miles, stopping at the Y for a hotdog before walking the remaining 1/2 mile home. At least 5 people who were coming and going from the Y made comments about various times they've seen me running in the area. One girl who works there said she saw me running one day and another car drove really close to me and she drove up next to the guy and cursed him out! Isn't that nice that I have people looking out for me? Just before I got to the Y, there was an elderly woman going for a walk, and she asked me if I was cold! It was in the low 70's and very nice, but I was still plenty hot running. I enjoyed my one annual hotdog and headed home. Later in the day, I grilled a bunch of meat (sausage, steak, hot chicken legs and scallops), ate really well, watched the Olympic swim trials, and called it a day.

Friday morning, I'd been hoping to ride 100 miles with my friend, Matt, but his back was bugging him so I just went on my own. On the way, I saw a bunch of hot air balloons up in the sky, and it reminded me that the balloon festival was going on, and I thought how cool to see that right before riding.

I ended up riding 64 miles, mostly with this guy, Rick, that I caught up to at one point. He kept telling me to go ahead, but I told him to suck my wheel and stay on, and he pretty much did. I had the disk on the back, and it was a great day to be riding it. I was going to go out for another 40 miles, but decided I didn't want to be out there all by my lonesome with a high chance of dog sprints. There was one dog that looked ominous, but after he pestered a group of riders in front of me, he sauntered on to his backyard and I was able to pass just fine. But when I got to the rest station, they said they were running out of stuff, and even though I was just grabbing water (I had Infinit with me), I decided I didn't want to dodge dogs, and so I finished up and drove to Fermilab.

I thought I'd do 2 loops, but I wasn't feeling too great and just did the one and figured since I should be starting my bike taper, that 80 miles would be fine on the day, and besides I wanted to be able to stay awake to watch the fireworks. It was dicey--I was plenty tired--but I just decided I should go and watch because I haven't in several years. I thought I could drive, but then I thought I could walk, and a walk is a good "recovery" type activity, so that's what I did. It was about 1.5 miles down to where a lot of people were camped out, and the display was actually pretty good. Not only that, but you could see the displays of 3 other towns! Plus, there were a couple of amateur displays going on right nearby, despite the fact that we were across the street from a fire house!

Walking home, I could tell I was tired, but I was determined to see the balloon launch early Saturday morning, so I set the coffee pot, put the fan in my bedroom on high, put in earplugs (because there was a lot of explosions still going on, no worries!), and passed out blissfully.

I woke up Saturday right around 5:00AM, and so I had to hurry it up so I could have some coffee and get down to the balloon launch, which the web said was supposed to happen at 6AM, but good thing I got down there by 5:30 because they were already taking off! Even though I felt pretty much fucked up like I had a sinus infection or something, it was worth it to see this, and there was quite a crowd assembled. I mean, how many times do you get to see 10+ hot air balloons taking off in northeastern Illinois? Just this time of year...

Next on my itinerary was to go to my local Farmer's Market. How many times am I home on a Saturday morning at 7AM during the summer? Twice maybe? I was so happy to be able to get some good produce, and I loaded up with lettuce, tomatoes (Arkansas, this time--still no Illinois or Michigan tomatoes, which if you ask me are the very best), apricots, figs (!), green beans and nectarines. I was ecstatic when I spotted the fresh figs, which even though they are probably from California, still, I love fresh figs and got a basket.

I went back home and I was exhausted. So I took a nap. When I woke up around 12:30, I realized I had better get my 1:30 run in, so I chugged a can of Ultra Violence, suited up and drove to Waterfall Glen, and I was running by 1:10PM. I had taken an Advil PM to help along my nap, so I felt pretty fucked up between being groggy from that and then chugging caffeine, so let's say it was an interesting run. But I seized the opportunity to really suck up the nature around me, and it was absolutely gorgeous, so I took liberal walking breaks and since I had forgotten to wear a watch, I just didn't care. I saw Mr. Indigo Bunting again, and I also saw one of these:



















Since I had never seen one of these before, I figured it to be some rare butterfly, but when I got home and looked in my Audubon guide, it said nope, pretty common, but still, it was so beautiful, and I was happy to have seen it. I ended up running 10 miles, and counted it as a 1:35 run, because I definitely was going faster then 10:00mpm even with my walking breaks, but in the end, who cares?

More Olympic swim trials, and I needed some sleep so I could ride today, but I still felt slightly sick, but whatever, you know? I slept well and got up this morning and felt sort of crappy, but it was another gorgeous day, and you never know, so I suited up, this time with the aero helmet, because I haven't worn it for more than 2 hours, so I thought I should wear it for a full 4-hour ride, assuming I could make it for that long.

Well, you put the aero helmet on, and you have to stay aero lest you look like a total poseur, and after about 1/2 hour I actually was feeling pretty good, and it was helped by seeing more balloons up in the sky as I headed west.

When I got into Fermilab, it was an awesome day, and I immediately decided I should try and do some "crap," but I decided that 80-85% of FTP would be good enough on the day. When I got to the east gate, the guard there, who has seen me many times, wanted to talk to me, and I got him to take a picture, and he took one of me with his phone. I thought I looked like a total dorkaramus, but he seemed pretty smitten with me. Whatever. Onward.

I didn't see any coyotes today, just lots and lots of riders. I passed them all, but I as all smiles and waving as I did so. What a great day! I was just so happy that I wasn't feeling at all sick, even though I know I'm on the edge right now, as expected, with the amount of training I've been knocking out.

When I was about 3 miles from leaving Fermilab, I came upon another rider, a guy, with really nice looking legs, and I caught up to him and we chatted. His name is Angel. We exchanged phone numbers and I hope to go train for a weekend with him--he has a summer house in southwest Michigan, which is a favorite area of mine. Sometime soon after IMLP I want to get there and just hang out, swim in Lake Michigan, ride a little bit and run a little bit. Angel is only doing Oly's this year (he's done 2 IM's), but I figure I can use a laid back training weekend as I get ready for NothingMan.

When I was about 4 miles from home, I came upon another rider, a roadie, and we chatted. He made some comment about being old, and I said I probably have him beat on that count. He said no way, and I told him oh yeah, and he couldn't believe me. We came up to the last "hill" on the way to where we live, and I powered up it with him on my wheel, which was fine by me. He obviously thought Bitchie was sweet looking, and then when he peeled off for his way home, I told him to have a great rest of his day, and he told me I had inspired him! How cool is that? I'm just doing my thing, after all.

When I got home, I quickly put on running shoes, chugged 1/2 bottle of ice water (it really helps), and headed out to run. OH MY GOD. Now it felt hot, even though it was only 80. I was hoping to see a mirage aid station stocked with ice for my head and sponges for my shoulders! No such luck, though, and I purposely ran into the wind and uphill just to make it harder on myself. I persevered, and ended up with a pretty good run.

For my recovery meal, I made the world's greatest salad--a pile of Romaine and red leaf lettuce, grilled steak (about 1/5 pound), 2 hard-boiled eggs sliced, 2 sliced apricots, 2 sliced figs, 1 diced tomato, doused with one squeezed lemon, olive oil, balsamic vinegar glaze and plenty of salt and pepper. I made it on a big dinner plate, but realized to mix it up I needed a huge bowl, so in it went, and it took me about an hour to eat it all, but I did and it was great.

And now I am officially in my bike taper. One more big week of swimming, and then it's all over but the race. I feel pretty good, but know I need to eat really well at this point, stretch well and get plenty of rest. I think I can do that this week! I think my head is on straight for this IM--I really don't care how I do, but know that I won't suck, and that anything can happen. Mostly I'm looking forward to swimming outdoors every day this week and acting like a kid on summer vacation!

Here's what I did on the week:

Weekly Workout Totals	06/30/2008-07/06/2008 This week's totals are sponsored by the taper, blah, blah, blah, yeah now I can just chill, work on my tan and get ready to race!
Swim:	14200 yards (8.06 miles) in 5.05 hours; 23% of weekly workout time; approx. 1768 calories burned Canadian: 12984.48 meters
Bike:	Approx. 209.74 miles in 11.72 hours; 54% of weekly workout time; approx. 5423 calories burned; Total TSS=662.3 Canadian: 337.54 kilometers
Run:	Approx. 27.65 miles in 4.24 hours; 19% of weekly workout time; approx. 1919 calories burned Canadian: 44.5 kilometers
Strength:	0.86 hours; 4% of weekly workout time; approx. 215 calories burned
All Sports:	Approx. 245.45 miles in 21.87 hours; approx. 9325 calories burned--some taper, huh??? Canadian: 395.01 kilometers
Sleep:	7.57 hours avg./night
Stretching:	2.92 hours. Massage: 1.25 hours Most stretching in a week this season!