Thursday, October 28, 2010
My Balls, what happened to my balls – balls of my feet that is!!
First off let me say that this was one hell of a painful day. I got through it and for a lot of it, I thank you guys. Just knowing that you guys were lurking out there waiting to for me finish and report back, really helped give me a little motivation.
Thank you guys!
Second of all, this report is FREAKING long. I apologize for that. I guess I had a lot of details to get out and once I started, I could not stop them.
About two months ago, JohnnyTri threw-out the idea of me joining him for Javelina. He was on a down cycle and was having a slow week, so technically our mileage was similar. Never mind that immediately after that he ramped up his training and became an ultra fit stud. I dismissed his idea, but secretly the idea began worming its way into my subconscious.
Seemingly out of the blue, on Monday, I emailed Sweet Baboo (Ultra running man extraordinaire) and asked him how crazy I was for even thinking about signing up for a race that despite the two months prior warning, I had not trained for. Instead of calling me stupid and shutting me down, he actually did exactly what I needed and laid out the race in plain and simple terms. He broke it down and explained that if I could do a marathon, then a 50 could be probably be done too. And that technically, I have 30 hours to finish the 100k, so even if I had to walk the entire thing, I could probably do it.
Little did I know how close to walking the thing I would come.
On Tuesday, I became the last official person to register for the race and on Friday, Dez and JT picked me up and we headed out to packet pickup. On the way we got to cross over the new Hoover Dam Bridge! Unfortunately, there is NO view from the side of the road unless you happen to be a semi truck. Otherwise all you get to see is a concrete wall. However on the way back, we found out that you can park at the dam and walk up to and across the bridge! Even without the view, the bridge is very nice because it cuts A LOT of time out of the drive, within 30 seconds you are across the dam and on your way as opposed to the old way that could take at least 20 minutes and sometimes 2-3 hours!
Once we got to Phoenix/fountain hills, we checked into the hotel and found our way to the race site. I know this may come as a big surprise to some but a trail run tends to happen on a trail…in the middle of nowhere. I am not sure what I was expecting, but it seems like we drove to the middle of the desert far removed from all society. Somehow I had envisioned a trail run that would be surrounded by the city or at least semi-nearby. Maybe I am thinking of Rio de Lago or I need to change my training environment (oh wait, I don’t train!)
The Javilina Jeadquarters was a nice little campground area that included a place for tents and coolers for those people who wanted to stay on site or more importantly as it later became clear, the tents and coolers helped those who were coming in from their run stay out of the chaos of the main tent and gave them a place to cool off.
Immediately you become aware of the party environment of Javelina. There is music playing, the tents are set up with people hanging out. Everybody is relaxed. Contrasts this with Ironman where everyone there is stressed out. People are trying to avoid hanging out and they want to get back to their hotel as fast as they can. At Javelina, everyone is smiles and hugs. Everyone is good friends; everyone knows everyone and honestly wants to know how their kids are doing. It is a completely different scene.
Packet pick up is the same way. The booth opens at 3 (even though its 3:15), they start to hand out the packets, but then they stop because they haven’t established an assembly line. They finally get the assembly line going but after 10 people it falls apart and people start grabbing everything as they need willy-nilly style. Sounds like chaos? Nope, everyone works together and no one seems worried about the time and their egos don’t get involved. Again, it all very low key.
As it turns out, I am a little high strung and nervous and when I go up for packet pickup and they don’t find my name, I get a little freaked out. I start to worry that I am not able to race, or that I have to prove myself and provide the registration printout, etc. All this comes for not, I stand around for a while, talk to the race directors who find my name on the updated list and hand me my packet and I am all set. It turns out that I was the last person to register for the race, and they were going off an old list. No biggie for them, but it did get my heart-a-thundering.
We meet Sweet Baboo, GeekGirl and a couple other people including some from Las Vegas. We hang around the expo for a while and pick up a few things but for the most part the highlight was getting the packet and then we are out.
Being as I am flying by the seat of my pants, I take an in ordinarily long time to get my gear together and by the time its bed time I am already several hours late.
A 3 am wakeup call comes way too early for me but JT and I shlump our sleepy butts over to Denny’s which conveniently enough is in the hotel parking lot. We are supposed to be shooting for 1000 calories however I am still stuffed from dinner, but I know how important a good breakfast is and I manage to stuff almost half of my meal down. We finished breakfast off by talking to another racer who showed up as we were about to leave. Honestly I thought that the restaurant was going to be packed but it seemed that we were the only two groups there.
At the race start, I of course instantly had to go to the bathroom. Despite there being 8 port-a-johns lined up at the Jeadquarters, there was also a nice long line. I eventually gave up on the idea and decided to wait until the race got underway. If anyone knows me, they know that I have a small bladder. Like my two year old son who has no bladder control and pees in diapers has a bigger bladder than me! So needless to say that I could NOT wait for the race to start. I am sure that I met a lot of interesting people and saw some funny things but honestly, I was up to my eyeballs in pee. One thing I do remember is JT leaning over and saying that at least with an Ironman we can pee in our wetsuits, here there is no hiding! How very true. And while I did entertain just letting it fly right there, I assumed that no one would buy the “I am a leaky fire hose costume” joke. I took solace in knowing that soon would be on the trail, and I could sneak behind a bush and go. At least as a guy we can do this; I can only imagine how hard it must be for a girl out there.
There was the customary countdown; there was an air horn and we were off! Just like almost all the marathons I have been too, there is a rush to get out of the starting gates as fast as possible. Everyone wants to hurry up and run which pretty much means that everyone gets to hurry up and wait. The start of these races are always so bunched up that it doesn’t really become clear until a mile or two. When you add in a single track trail, the congestion is even worse. But luckily, I was able to hold my bladder until a mile or to down the trail and was then able to sneak off to a bush. I can only assume that it was a mile or two because, like a complete idiot, I left my Garmin at home. I charged it up made sure that it was ready to go and then I went! Being as I was flying by the seat of my pants, I wasn’t even sure if I would use it being as the trail is 5 miles from one aid station to another, but it turns out that 5 miles feel like f-o-r-e-v-e-r out there on the trail. This fact would come back to haunt me multiple times throughout the long weekend.
The race starts at 6 am which technically is before sunrise so it is dark outside, but within a mile or two the sun had peaked through the clouds and it was starting to lighten up. I ran without a headlight for the morning and found that it was perfectly bright outside. Other people had a light, but it seemed like they only needed it for about 20 minutes at max. Even without the headlight it was still pretty bright out. For those looking to do the race in the future, I would not recommend a light in the morning or at the very least make sure it is a light that is light and you can stow and run with.
As I said, about twenty minutes in the sun came up and we were greeted with a beautiful sunrise. Actually the sunrise was behind us so if you wanted to see it, then you had to turn around. Funny enough, this is exactly what a lot of racers did. In fact so many racers turned around and took pictures that I stopped and looked back just to make sure that it wasn’t the coming of Christ or something important. Nope, it was just a sunrise. It turns out that I am a non-sunrise kind of guy. If you’ve seen one then you’ve seen them all, but these ultra running types are a different breed. They stopped and admired the sun rise, not once but several times as the sun moved over the mountains and into and through the clouds. Truly it was beautiful or at least I am told.
After the sun rose up, there was not much to do but keep running. We ran and ran and ran. We may have gotten a whopping 2 or 3 miles before I began to think that we had gone past the 5 mile aid station. The lack of a Garmin was starting to get to me. I had gone less than 3 mile and I was already wildly overestimating the mileage. Not good!
Luckily, Baboo was able to keep me pretty much distracted with his wealth of knowledge of not only the course, but also the fellow racers on the course. He would describe the upcoming hills and the hard parts where it was needed to go easy and the easy parts where we could go hard. He seemly knew every inch of the course (as the day wore on, I was able to see how he was able to remember so much, after hours and hours, it begins to become burned into our minds). He pointed out which runners have a history of going out too fast and which ones are strong and consistent. He knew which runners are good at pacing themselves and therefore should be followed and which runners are the bad type to follow. Really having him out there was a great boon.
Unfortunately, at the first aid station, JT and I got behind him and GeekGirl. JT had his water pack and while the aid station is great and super helpful, there was one guy who grabbed JT’s pack and instead of filling it up with water, filled it up with Gatorade. JT took one sip and knew that the mess up had happened. He had to pour out everything and start with fresh water. While this wasn’t a big deal, it did put the Pilgrims (Baboo and GeekGirl) way ahead of us. After we left the aid station, it felt like we were behind the eight ball and we had to work extra hard to catch up to them. Of course, this is a silly idea. On an ultra race like this, you don’t waste precious energy trying to play catch-up. Otherwise, you risk wasting all your energy on the start of the race and having nothing left over for the rest of the race. Yet, even knowing this, JT and I worked to reel the Pilgrims back it. Not only did we reel them in, but by the second aid station (10 miles), we were feeling pretty good so we went ahead and ran a little faster and passed them.
Funny thing was, shortly after that, the trail began its long downhill decline. For some reason that I can’t remember why, running went out the window (even though it was downhill it felt like you were going uphill) and often we were reduced to walking. This was very frustrating especially when you consider now many runners were running back towards us, meaning that they were on their second loop. After you have runner after runner pass you, you start to think that I am either WAY too slow or the end is right around the corner. So despite the fact that we were ahead of schedule and we were actually trying to slow ourselves down a little bit, we found our speed picking up and came into Jeadquarters in about 3:15 hours. This is over an hour ahead of schedule! Normally this would be a good thing but Javelina is notorious for racers going WAY TOO fast for the first laps and then blowing up later on in the race. Despite this warning, we were right on schedule for a blow up. Next loop would need to be a lot slower (turned out this would not be a problem!).
We showed up to the Jeadquarters and were able to avoid the semi chaos of the main changing area and instead went around to the tent area where Dez and Courtney (GeekGirl's crew member) were at. They rushed to help us out, JT changed shoes and socks and I grabbed a bit of food to eat and then we were off.
Despite our quick turn around, the Pilgrims had shown up after us and gotten away before us. I guess that is a testament to the power of having a plan, a crew and past experience. We were able to keep them within sight for most of the loop, but was never able to reel them back in.
As soon as we started, it instantly became clear that we were heading uphill. Not sure how I didn’t notice that we were going downhill just a few minutes ago, but it was certain that we were going uphill now. The hill just never seemed to end and to just kept climbing and climbing. About this time, I began to see the power of having long legs and more importantly a high walk speed. Most of the hill was done at a walking pace and it turns out that JT’s walking pace and my walking pace are completely different!
I felt like a little kid following after his parents in the mall. We would walk for a hundred yards together and slowly but surely he would start to pull ahead of me. Then I would find myself having to do a sort of mock jog/run to get ahead of him. Then in a minute or two, he would catch me and the whole process would start all over again. This leapfrog style run went on for almost 7 miles (Turns out that the uphill climb is almost exactly 7 miles long).
Finally after 7 miles of chasing him only to be put to shame thanks to his walking speed, I had had enough and was able to use the first downhill to get a little speed going. I began to pull away from JT and before I knew it, he was out sight. I was feeling good and I just kept putting on the speed and the distance.
Just when I had visions of me finishing the second loop way ahead of JT, the rocky area of the trail started. Instantly, my feet let me know that they were not happy about this. As the trail went on, my feet became more and more sensitive. It wasn’t long before I was reduced to a walk. Shortly after that, JT came flying by me.
The last few miles up to the Jeadquarters were miserable. We were trudging through soft sand/gravel which should not be bad but my feet were crying out for relieve. My Left foot was developing a blister and I felt miserable. Add on to this the fact that I had no idea how far away the aid stations were because I didn’t have my Garmin. I kept psyching myself out thinking that the next turn will be the aid station or maybe in the next 10 minutes. What this meant was that I was constantly looking at my watch and constantly searching for solace. Instead of putting my head down and trudging through it, I was getting desperate with wanting. Finally the last straw was when I started to see some of the runners going back out again with popsicles. POPSICLES! I wanted one! And that must mean that the aid station was close by right? I mean the Popsicle would have melted if it was far away so it had to be close by. Little did I know that I was still a mile or two away from help and that the popsicles must have some super anti-melting power to them because it was forever before I got to the Jeadquarters. In the meantime, I saw Baboo and GeekGirl go back out and they seem to be deep in conversation and cruising along. I guess that about this time, GeekGirl was starting to feel like me about her feet and was in pain but on the outside she looked fine.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity, I saw the home base.
As soon as I got there, I saw JT heading back out. It had taken me about 4 hours for this 15 mile loop and while that was 45 minutes slower than the last loop, we were still on schedule for the plan. Being as I was the last person in from our group, I got the full attention of Dez and Courtney. Unfortunately, I had no idea what I needed or what I wanted. I mentioned that I had run out of water and Courtney generously offered me an extra water bottle to use. That was great, because I was trying to avoid using my CamelBak until I absolutely had to (I don’t know why, I like my pack, but at this moment I wasn’t thinking too clearly). She quickly filled it with succeed and I felt like I was good to go hydration wise. The real question was what to do with my feet. In the end, I decided to switch shoes and change socks. Anything I could do to get some more padding for my poor balls of my feet. Courtney suggested that I visit the med tent, which I thought must have meant that I looked like shit, but she explained that they were taping feet there.
I hobbled over to the med area and they instantly got to working on me. They cleaned and dried my left foot and began applying some moleskin like tape to me. They explained that it was Kinesio tape but it looked like mole skin to me. Either way they went and cut several pieces to match the shape of my feet and really took their time and customized it to help me out. At the previous aid station, I had asked for tape and they threw a roll of Duct tape and said have fun! Not knowing what I was doing, I placed a piece over my heel (where a hot spot was building up). Unfortunately, this self tape job wasn’t enough to protect me and by the time I got to the med tent, I had a nice sized blister built up on the side of my heel. They quickly drained it and taped this up too. They were able to get both feet and get moving without too much fuss or loss of time. I felt like it was taking forever, but in reality, it was probably just what I needed because it allowed me to cool down. I was able to drink a red bull and by the time that the caffeine kicked in, I was ready to go.
I am not sure if it was the caffeine or the new set of feet I had just got, but I felt great! I took off at an easy pace and was cruising along. I had visions of catching up to JT and Misty and even thought that maybe if I was able to recover, I could finish the 100k and go for more.
That lasted for about an hour and then either the caffeine wore off or the rocks got too be too much, but soon thereafter I was reduced to walking again. A slow painful walk, where every time I put my left foot down, it felt like I had a rock in there. This caused me to walk with a sever limp and my walking speed slowed down even more. It was about this time that the leaders of the race started to come back and actually pass me. Yes, this meant that I was being lapped. They were on mile 65 and I was only on mile 35! I had joked with Dez that I was so far behind that I was actually in the lead, and sure enough I had the 2nd place runner come up to me and asked if I was the 1st place person! I pointed out my sever limp and stated that I was not; she took back off and nimbly leaped back down the path.
As I mentioned, I had been drinking my bottle pretty regularly, because Baboo had pointed out that dehydration could be a killer out here. Without a clear guide for mileage out here, I had decided that a goal of finishing my bottle by each aid station was a good goal. This seemed to work fine for me until I started walking too much and then I found myself drinking all the water way before the aid station. So at T2, I picked up another bottle, thinking that this would be perfect. I am not sure what happened to my brain, but now it seemed that I was drinking both bottles before the next aid station! I had doubled my capacity and I was still drinking it all. I couldn’t tell if I was drinking too much or if I was drinking so much because I was so thirsty. I know that midway on Lap 1, JT had started to mention that he was swelling up a lot. He thought that maybe this was because he was taking in too much salt, at this time I was feeling fine. But on the second loop, I started to swell up myself. In fact I actually had a nice little scare when I couldn’t get my wedding ring off my finger. I started to freak out a little bit after even with water I couldn’t get it over my sausage like fingers. It’s Tungsten Carbide so I don’t think that it is easy to cut off. I had visions of having to cut my finger off or my finger turning black from the tourniquet. All these images danced in front of my mind in the split second that it took me to get my ring off. Luckily, after a few minutes of praying and wetting it down and pulling, it finally came off, Crisis averted! But now that I was on the 3rd loop and drinking both bottles down, my bladder started to become full all the time. At one point it seemed that I was peeing every 20 minutes and not just a few drips, I am talking a full on complete torrent. I was clearly taking in too much liquid, but I was not getting any cramps so I kept letting my body do what it felt like. If I was thirsty, then I drank if not then I didn’t worry about it. I stopped worrying about it.
My feet were killing me, by the time I hit the first aid station (Mile 35), I was reduced to a crawling pace. My mood had taken a major crash and I was done. I had decided that maybe I would work to get to mile 50 and then call it. By the time that I got to the second aid station (Mile 40), I had completely given up. I was done right then and there. If I could have surrendered my chip there I would have. I thought about lying down in the desert and letting the world pass me by. I thought about begging for a ride back. I thought about trying to walk on my hands just to save my feet. I was desperate.
By now I assumed that my mileage was low. I would have been lucky to maintain a 30 minute mile. I am sure that at some points I was even slower than that (That is super slow, like old man on walkers are faster than that!). Baboo passed me on his way back out and it wasn’t too long before GeekGirl passed me too. They were all heading back out for their 4 and final lap and here I was completely downtrodden still on my 3rd lap. I figured that I passed them at 3-4 miles out which meant that they were 6-8 miles ahead of me. At my current pace, that would mean they were 3-4 hours ahead of me. JT passed me on his way back out looking spry. He told me that I was still 2 miles out. I told him that I was done. I couldn’t even walk and couldn’t imagine going for another 15 miles.
I started to do the math, at this pace a 15 mile trail would take me 7-8 hours. 7 to 8 hours! For 15 miles!!! Are you FREAKING kidding me! That is longer that walking a marathon. There was no way that this race was worth 8 more hours! If I kept this up, I wouldn’t be done until 4 or 5 in the morning. I was looking at 23 hours and that is if everything kept up at my current pace. I could not imagine going any more. Let me remind you, this was for a 100k not a 100miler. 23 hours for a 100k is unbelievable.
Needless to say, I was done. I walked even slower and mentally checked out. It was nearing 8 pm and it was dark outside. I had brought my handheld flashlight with me on this loop, but almost instantly, I decided that I didn’t want it. I was in no mood to see anything and I enjoyed my misery in darkness. As you can see I was in a very bad place.
To be honest, the full moon was up (the race is built around this, so that there is always a full moon) and with the full moon shining down on us, there was enough light to be able to see the ground without any issue. Lots of people had a headlight on but I just found that having the light on made me blind to anything beyond the light. I found that without the light on, I could see much better.
As I neared the Jeadquarters for the end of lap 3 and the end of MY race, I was passed by another runner. He looked like he was moving along at a good clip and seemed to know what was going on. I asked him what his pace was and how far until the end. He said that it was a mile left. He was trying to maintain a 20 minute pace; he was going to finish this thing.
“Not me, I’m done. I can barely walk my feet feel like they are broken.”
He slowed down, looked over at me and then looked down at his legs. He had a headlight on so I could see his knee by the light. His knee was swollen up to the size of a grapefruit, he had deep scars and it was clear that he had had some intense surgery on it. He looked back at the trail and over to the Jeadquarters way in the distance.
“It’s an ultra man, we are all fucked up. Come on lets finish this thing”.
And with that he picked up his 20 minute pace and left my in the darkness.
That was it. Just that simple phrase changed everything for me. Here was a guy in serious pain, with an actual medical issue and yet he was trudging along. If he could do it then I could do it right? I hadn’t even gotten 50 miles yet, was I really going to give up so easy? I could barley feel my feet but like Baboo had pointed out, I had 30 hours to finish. I could crawl on my knees and still finish.
I worked my way up to him and we talked for a little while, his name was Mike and he was from NY. He was here to run the thing because his doctor said that he couldn’t. He reassured me that come hell or high water he was going to finish this thing.
About this time, we made our way into Jeadquarters
We walked into screams and shouts from the volunteers and the spectators (who probably thought we were a lap ahead of what we were). I found Dez and SWTrigal (she was here to crew for GeekGirl and Courtney was out pacing her now). They looked pretty dubious at me. I am sure that JT had told them that I was done, but I insisted that I was going to go for it. They rushed to get me anything I needed.
I grabbed my pack, my IPOD, my headlight and filled my water bottle up with two red bulls. To top this off, I slammed one while I was there on site! I begged and pleaded until SWTrigal gave me a couple doses of meds. Put on some super thick socks over my original socks and with a hope and a prayer I was off!
I told Dez that I would most likely be out there until 4 or 5 in the morning JT should be done way before that, so if they needed to leave then I understood. I would find a phone or something. (But the truth is I didn’t know anyone’s number!) They did their best to fill me with encouragement and told me that I would be done earlier, but I had resigned myself to a complete sufferfest.
Lap 3 had taken me over 5 hours and I didn’t feel that this one would be any better and truly expected this lap to take up to 8 hours. I grabbed a slice of pizza (How nice is that? The Race brought in Pizza, Popsicles, Sandwiches, etc!) plugged my IPOD in my ears and took off like a herd of turtles!
I knew that with the caffeine coursing through me and the meds kicking in, I would be able to fake a good pace for a while. I had hoped that by constantly sipping the red bull, I would be able to keep the illusion going.
I was able keep this lie going for a while and even though based on my time, it is clear that I wasn’t moving very fast, I felt like I was cruising. However at about 3 1/2 hours, the pills started to wear off and my world came crashing down on me. I felt every pebble in the trail (and that’s all were). I was under strict orders from Dr. Swtrigal not to take my second dose until 4 hours so that meant 30 minutes of complete and utter suffering.
One good thing that came out of this sufferfest was that I was able to notice the wild horses on the side of the trail. They were completely silent and just standing/eating off to the side. If I had been faster or had my light on (Even with the headlight, I preferred the darkness), I would not have seen the 4 horses standing there. When I got to the aid station, it seemed like only one other runner had noticed them. They were about the only other wildlife that I had seen out there, with the exception of a few rabbits and a huge tarantula and about a billion ants, the trail and wilderness was pretty mellow.
After the second aid station (mile 57-58) it was clear that I was done. The new dose of meds were not numbing the pain enough and no amount of caffeine could give me a second wind. It was clear that it would be me and only me out there fighting my body.
My solace was that I was still ahead of a couple people out there. Mike and I had split up but I knew that he was behind me and at every aid station I would find this group of girls who would show up just as I was leaving. They pushed me to finish the last 5 miles. I felt them breathing down my neck every step of the way (it turns out that Mike would later join up with the girls and they would all finish together about an hour after me).
As I neared the final stage of my race, I saw a constant stream of people coming back towards me with the insignia that they were on their last little loop (only 9 miles) and when finished they would have completed 100 miles. It was shocking to see how strong they all looked. Most came by with their entourage with a pacer or two and some had joined up with other groups so it appeared that a caravan was coming and going. All seemed full of energy and while I am sure they felt like crap, I would have given nearly anything to feel THAT good.
The last few miles were complete hell. Each step felt like my bones were broken and that I was now grinding the broken bones into each other. On top of that, I had developed a blister and a bruise on both feet that occurred between the big toe and the second toe. Right between the webbing. This was weird and turned out to be excruciating. I never realized how important this area was, but it seemed like I couldn’t lift my foot up or down without using this area.
I just could not wait for this event to be over with and as I neared the finish line I had a resurgence of energy. I started to pick up the pace (probably to a blazing fast 18 minute pace!). I was cruising along and had visions of me looking strong for the finish line until about a quarter mile away from the end; I felt a sudden gush in my foot. I must have popped a blister or something because my pace suddenly crashed. With this last blow to me, I hobbled into base and over the timing mats. I handed in my chip and they handed me a belt buckle!
I went to go and find JT or Dez or the Pilgrims. Instead I found our campground area completely packed up. The coolers were put away, the bags gone. The only thing remaining was the tents. Even the chairs were gone! Damn, I couldn’t even sit down.
Luckily at this moment, Courtney happens to come by. I am not sure what brought her over or why she was still there, but I was so very glad that she was. She eventually found JT and Dez who had decided to stay and had fallen asleep in the car. I can’t say how thankful I am that they remained there. I am sure that they would have been so much more comfortable back at the hotel, but looking back on it now: 1 – I didn’t have their numbers so I would have had to play phone tag with everyone to track them down and 2 – the wait for someone to come from the hotel might have been too much and I think that I may have just laid down and cried!
My final lap was 6:45. That is a long time to be out there for 15 miles. If you take away the 30 minutes I sent in T3 that still means I was out there on my feet for over 6 hours. I finished at around 3 am and clocked in a blazing fast time of 20:54:54.
By the time we got to the hotel room, I had been up for over 24 hours. My feet were hamburger, I was smelly and hungry and exhausted.
But I was done!
I completed my first 100k!
Friday, October 22, 2010
Honestly I've been pretty much faithful to that. But as you may have noticed there have not been any updates. That's because I haven't done ANYTHING!!
I have been fat and lazy. Each week I plan on doing something, anything to get me off the couch but alas it all comes down to nothing. That's not entirely true, I have ben on a small bike ride of 10 miles and I've done some runs but they've all been small runs mostly around 3 miles. So I just haven't felt like blogging because I just haven't done anything.
But recently the Mrs. decided that the only way to get me off the couch was to train for a half marathon. It worked like a charm and I've been running several times per week with her. We are starting small but working our way up. Heck, even with just 3-5 miles several times power week it is a lot more than I've done in the past month.
Yet strangely it doesn't feel like enough. I am used to training for an Ironman. My body is used to being out all day and coming home exhausted. Now I'm done in less than an hour and that's it for the day or even two. My body cries out for more!
So I restarted my P90X program. It's still a killer. I'm sore after every workout and I am hopeful that if I can stick to the program, I'll have a new body and a new attitude.
It still feels like something is missing. I feel like I still have some endurance left in me and as hard as P90X is, it isn't an endurance workout.
So I looked around. There are lots of events around me, but most are all biking events and right now I am sick of the bike. That means that the local triathlon is out too. For run events, we have a marathon and while I honestly feel like I could run a marathon right now, I don't think it will be a fast one. And dammit I want a fast one. But that means months of training and while I'm restless I am still lazy.
What to do? Well if I can run a marathon then 'theoretically' I can double that if I include walking in there too. So that means that I'm already at a 50 miler. If I push it a little farther then maybe I can get a full 62 miles in. Let's go for a 100k!
It just so happens that JT and Baboo are doing a race this weekend and as a bonus Misty will be there too. I've always wanted to meet the woman behind the Baboo and see this wonder woman in person. So why not?
Who cares that I haven't run, or done any sort of training? Who cares if my longest run since CDA is a whooping 9 miles? What is life if you don't push the limits right?
With that I'm here in Fountain hills getting ready to run the Javilina Jundred. I've got my race number and my gear. I've got NO idea what the hell I'm doing but I don't care.
JT asked what I was going to do regarding hydration, wear the pack or just do a bottle? I don't know!
What about nutrition, Gu's or race food?
I don't know!
How about lights? I don't know!!
I have realized that I am completely flying by the seat of my pants. and you know what? I'm perfectly ok with that.
Let the fun and games begin!
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Going back this year was full of déjà vu. It was a weird level of déjà vu because as opposed to remembering things, I would be doing something and then memory would spring out on me and attack me. But beforehand I would have no recollection of it. For example, I was trying to determine where to park for the event. It wasn’t until I was driving along that my déjà vu hit and suddenly I was guided into almost exactly the same parking spot I had last year.
Unlike last year, I didn’t show up to the event until the last day to get registered and therefore was a little behind schedule. They recommend staying off your feet the day before the race, but instead I did a small bike on the course, followed by a quick brick and finished with a quick swim on the course. But I guess going in the face of tradition is par for me! The swim on the Saturday (the day before the race) was rough, lots of chop and high winds. It actually brought back a little déjà vu about last years swim. I had blocked out how hard that swim was, but being back in it brought it all back up. I was glad that the weather forecast said the weather would be a lot better this year.
Unlike last year I did not lose my wetsuit the day before the race! Kind of anticlimactic! :)
The morning started bright and early for me. I spent most of the night worrying about waking up and because it was just me (the family stayed back home this time); I was doubly worried that I would miss my wake up call. Lo and behold, right when my alarm went off, I get a message from the Mrs. waking me up. What a gal, supporting me from long distance!
Down to the event, I was afraid that I had sabotaged myself as I had frozen my water bottle the night before and when I took it out in the morning I realized it was a solid block of ice (well duh!), but it wasn’t until then that I realized that the ice had frozen over the straw and that the ice was blocking my access to the water. Well normally this wouldn’t be a problem in Las Vegas and the ice would be melted within 30 minutes (if that!), but here in cool and mild CDA, I was afraid that the ice would stay solid forever. What was the adage? Never try something new on race day? Luckily, the morning proved just warm enough to melt the ice and by the time I got on the bike, I was greeted with a bottle full of refreshingly cold water.
After watching the pro’s go off first, our swim started off at 7. I wish I could tell who the pro swimmers where or even who was male vs. female, but in the water everyone looks the same and the announcer wasn’t announcing so I was at a lost.
The cannon boomed and we all dived in (ankle deep beach start as opposed to an in-water start). Immediately, I found some fast feet and held on for dear life. The first buoy flew by and before I knew, it the second buoy was already in sight. But I knew something was off. At every breath I would hear this huge vacuum sound. It was me! I was sucking in a deep gulp of air and loudly too. That is bad, because I never hear myself breathing, I checked in on myself and realized that my heart was racing. I was going way too fast and my body was struggling to maintain the pace. No point in exploding so early in the race so I decided to back off. Unfortunately, it was too late and my body started to freak out. I just couldn’t catch my breath. I kept taking breathes and finally I had to stop and take my face out of the water. Now I am an obstacle treading water with 2000 swimmers behind me trying to go through me. It wasn’t long before I was getting swam over or bumped. Combined with my racing heart and my lack of oxygen, my mind started to freak out. I wanted out and wanted out now. Unfortunately, I had positioned myself near the middle and the only way out was to swim through an ocean of bodies to the nearest kayak. I told myself to relax and keep treading water. “Ignore the people around you and breath!” Slowly, it seemed to work and I started to catch my breath. Several times I tried to swim again and each time I had to stop and breathe again. It seemed like an eternity out there but finally I started to gain control of myself and was able to swim again. In ended up finishing slower than I wanted to but I was just thrilled that I was able to finish at all.
Swim time: 1:44:04
This actually is only about 5 minutes slower than last year’s time. But I had wanted to do something within the 1:20 to 1:30 range so it felt a lot slower to me.
In Transition, I hurried and got changed into my bike clothes. It was harder than I expected as my hands seem to be sluggish and my mind was foggy. I looked around and noticed all the guys were shivering. Some were shaking so hard that there body looked like it was in a seizure. I would find out later that hypothermia was a big issue for people out there. Several people were pulled and I talked to one lady had to lie her way out of medical just to get out of transition before the closed it down. And she had been there for 40 minutes already!
T-1: 7:58 (a minute slower than last year. Not sure what happened, but I am going to blame the cold….sure why not!)
The bike started off awesome. I was flying along. And felt strong. My shoes had been bothering me the last few days and this time I actually brought an extra pair of extra cushy socks just in case, but in the end I didn’t need them at all. They always warn you to take it easy on the first loop otherwise the second loop will kill you. With this in mind and more importantly, I was desperately trying to avoid a repeat of last year’s ride, where my knee mysteriously locked up on me and ruined my race. This time, any time I felt even the slightest twinge of pain or even the hint of what could be a twinge of pain, I backed off and rode easy. Even with all this slacking, I was flying. The race checkpoint says that I was averaging 16.76 mph but I think I was hitting 18 mph avg before the hills. I felt awesome. This is why I am at a lost to figure out what happened on the second loop. Just like last year, my body started to slow way down. Some of the people I had been leapfrogging or had passed a while ago were now passing me. UGH!! This drove me crazy, but I was determined not to get overwhelmed or down about it and just kept trudging along. I knew that I had to keep up on my nutrition but my perpetium was making me retch every time I drank it (which it never does in training). Finally I gave up and poured it out when just the mere though was enough to cause me to gag. I switched to GU’s, which was handed out on the course. By now my stomach was sick feeling. Truth be told my stomach had felt sick since midway through the swim (which I found out was a sign of hypothermia) and it never seemed to get 100% better. Despite my upset stomach, I had been keeping up on the salts but it didn’t seem to help and I would get tremors of cramps in my legs. I was able to resist a full on attack but only by avoiding pushing or pulling with that leg until the tremor had passed. Obviously, this wasn’t helping me get through the bike. Someone suggested drinking more water, which seemed counterintuitive to me; it seemed like more water would diffuse the salts and make me more likely to cramp even more. Finally, I gave up and followed her suggestion. Either it was the water or the timing but the cramps went away. For at least a little while. Eventually they came back and this time, neither the salts nor the water was helping. A light bulb went off in my head, I decided to get a banana at the next aid station. Again, like magic, the cramps disappeared. Unfortunately, my stomach was too soupy and I could only take in a few bananas before I had to call it. I knew from all the past reading of everyone's blogs, that once you have a soupy stomach, sometime the only hope was to stop taking in so much and let your body deal with what it had.
Bike: 7:05:57 almost 35 minutes better than last year, but still not as good as I was hoping for. I was really hoping to negatively split my loops.
In transition, I was completely brain dead. A volunteer came up to me and asked if I needed help. I said no, that I got it, which is what I truly meant. I am glad he ignored me. He dumped out my bag out and handed me the contents. I slipped on my shoes, filled my pockets and heading out. I got three steps and realized that I had my helmet on. I called out to him and handed it off. I got another 10 steps before I realized that my pockets were still full from the bike. I called out to him again and he helped me empty my pockets of the old bike stuff (a pair of socks, spare tubes, GU’s, etc.) This time I got to the exit of the tent and saw that they had Vaseline. I went to go get a quick swipe and realized that I swill had my bike gloves on! Crap, I AGAIN called out to my volunteer (right before he dumped my bag over the wall into the pile of done bags). I rushed over to him and peeled off each glove. I thanked him (for the 10 time) and grabbed some lube. I rushed out to the port-o-potty and finally found a free one, which wasn’t easy as all the girls were sneaking into any open stall before I could get myself in. Finally I stuffed that lube where the sun don’t shine and realized that I was still wearing my bike shorts on top of my run shorts (I double layer)! CRAP!! I ran into the changing tent and called out to my volunteer. He rushed around to the outside and found my bag in the pile of other bags (I can’t imagine how many times I thanked him!). Finally, I was devoid of bike gear and I left transition. Whew!!
T-2 time: 7:34. Over 3 minutes slower than last year. Yeah, well….
The Run: When I started the run, I was terrified that I would repeat last years experience where I was unable to bend my legs and was forced to walk virtually the entire marathon. I was thrilled to find that I was able to run. Not only that but I felt great! I felt like I could actually run and not just run but strategically run. Awesome! First order of business was to slow down. I knew that in order to run long, I had to go slow for the first loop. Despite my warnings, I could not slow down and every time I would look at my watch, I was running too fast. Finally I was forced to walk to slow myself down. Finally the thrill of being off the bike wore off and I was able to maintain an even 11 minute pace. This was still a little faster than I wanted but I was ok with it. I should have been more insistent and forced myself to a 12 min pace. When the climb to the turn around point hit I was still feeling fine, but on the way down the hill, my quads started to lock up on me. Interesting enough, it hurt more walking than running, but I was forced to slow down to a snails pace. By the time I got off the hill and onto level ground, my body was tired from all the stress of keeping the cramp at bay and I started to walk. By the time I hit the halfway point I was up to a 2:42 half marathon. There went my dream of a 5 hour marathon.
Still I had to keep the pace up and knew that in my special needs bag I had a secret weapon:
At the special needs area, I stopped and took my time. Here I had removed my shoes and changed my socks (the old ones had rocks from the beach in them that I couldn’t tell where there until the run started), I also noticed how the timing chip had gotten rocks in it and was wearing a sore into my ankle. I took it off and stuck into my pocket. I opened the red bull and chugged half of it. I re-started the run and continued to sip on the Red Bull. Within less than a mile, I suddenly started to feel better. It is amazing how a little caffeine can change the whole world for you. I felt energized and my feet didn’t hurt. My mind felt clear and I was no longer in a fog. I felt awesome! I started to run again instead of walk/run. I was able to keep up the speed this time and every time I felt like my energy was declining (actually, before I felt like this), I would grab a coke from the aid station.
I can honestly say that Red Bull and Coke saved my race!
(Endorsement can start anytime….)
Unfortunately, my stomach never seemed to settle and I forgoed any type of nutrition for the last 10 miles (which is probably why I was so hungry after the race was over!)
As I neared the finish line, I was overcome with happiness. Last year, approaching the finish line, I was miserable. I was angry at my knee and this anger spread to everything. I was unhappy with the people around me; I was a grouch to the spectators and worst of all I was a grouch to my family. This time, I felt completely different. I wanted to make it all up and cheered on all my fellow racers. I high-fived all the kids I could find and I thanked all the volunteers. The one thing I could not do was make it up to my family as they were at home almost 1000 miles away. :(
As I was approaching the finish line I ran over the last sensor (I think this may be the ‘official finish line’ even though the real finish line is another 30 yards away). As I ran over it, I realized it did not beep. That is when it dawned on me that I still had the sensor in my pocket! Crap, quickly I ran back and rubbed it on the sensor, still I didn’t hear a beep but the people around me assured me that it was working. As I ran on, Mike Reilly announced my name and called me into be an Ironman!
After the race was over, I was still concerned that the sensor might not have worked. In hindsight I should not have worried, Mike called me in and he probably got it from the sensor, but I forced my volunteer to look up my time. Predictably, the final run time had not shown up yet, this was because I had just finished and it takes a little while to refresh. The volunteer explained this to me, but I was in an Ironman fog and had no clear thoughts. Besides that I realized that my 21 mile checkpoint was not there (because the sensor was in my pocket), now I was afraid that they were going to negate my run completely because I did not check in. Finally, the volunteer took my timing chip over to the supervisor who walked it over to the finish line and manually made it beep. Still my time was not showing up (duh! It takes some time to refresh), but finally the volunteer was able to convince me to go get some food and then check.
After I ate, I went over to the timing computers and made them show me the athlete tracker. By now my finish time was refreshed and I had a final time. Officially I was listed as 14:40, which I think is the time that the supervisor swiped the chip over the sensor. My watch says 14:37 and the Mrs. confirms this. But either way, I don’t care. 14:37 or 14:40 is a PR and I will take it!
Run time: 5:34:36
Overall time: 14:40:09
I think one of the hardest things is collecting yourself afterwards. The race is done and all you want to do is relax and sleep or eat or anything else but collect your stuff. Typically this is where the family and friends are so helpful because they take care of this while you relax. This time I was on my own and I slowly made my way to the bike pick up area. On the way there I met a pro, Janelle Morrison, who managed to pick up 5th place on only her second year as a pro. Nice work! Last year she picked up 3rd place in IM-Canada too. We actually were able to talk for a while and she is an awesome person. She comes from Canada and told me all about Penticton, where IM Canada is held. She was trying to convince me to come out and that is when I realized that I am tired of Ironman distances.
Now I know that you are supposed to wait at least a week or more before you make any life changing decisions after an Ironman, but I think that I am done for a while. I know that I have Vineman soon (5 weeks). In fact, it is already paid for and I have been working on travel arraignments, but I think that I am going to bail on it. Ironman has taken a lot of time away from my family. I think that perhaps it is time for me to start repaying some of that time. I am not giving up on tri’s but I think that I will stick to the shorter distances. Quicker races and a lot quicker training times.
Of course, they hurt a lot more too! But at this moment, I am already pretty sore!
Thanks for reading, sorry it is so long! Talk to you soon!
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Woke up this morning, a thousand miles from home
Praying for forgiveness
For this aching in my bones
It would be so easy
To find a better way
Oh but I know I'll never change
Cause I love the long shot
And the left out lost causes
Hanging out in the back of the pack with the dark horses
I ride the wrong road just as fast as I can
God knows there's no one else to blame
Sometimes I think I get off on the pain
This race dedicated to those who could not be here but are here in spirit:
Here is to “Dancin' in the flame”!
Thursday, June 24, 2010
I don’t know what you mean ;). In my head, I have posted a least 20 posts. I have told you everything from how little swimming I am doing to how many rest days I am taking. I have let you know about each and every run and the victories and defeats of every bike.
Well….at least in my head I have said all these things. But of course, that doesn’t mean anything. I guess the results are what matters.
Speaking of which, it is just about time for Ironman CDA. It is time to put my money where my mouth is. It's time to see what I am made of. In my head, I am ready; in my head, I am ready to PR; in my head, I am Kona worthy (OK, maybe not even in my head am I Kona worthy!). But like I said, the results are what matters.
In all reality, I am trying to psych myself up. I am trying to energize myself and get excited. It is almost surreal, but I am not nervous. I am relaxed (relatively) and cool as a cucumber. I got my last bike ride in yesterday and I was trying to envision myself biking the hills or racing against the pros. But in my heart it just felt like another training day. CDA feels like another training day. It will be tough and it will be long but it is just another day on the swim, the bike and the run.
And maybe that is exactly what I need. Maybe I should treat it like a training day. Deal with the lows but don’t let them overwhelm me and deal with the highs (please let there be some of those!) but not let my head float away from me.
I am treating this like a long day of training. Pace myself, find my groove and most importantly race my own race.
Wish me luck!
Hopefully I will find some Internet up there. I am staying at my families place and there is no Internet connection there (I know! How weird!!) But hopefully I will find some time to find some wifi somewhere!
If not and this is my last time (sounds ominous), then I wish everyone who is racing this weekend (at CDA, or Devil or Buffalo or France or anywhere) good luck!
My Number is 508 and you can track me at ironman.com. Just be sure to hit refresh a lot as I’ll be blazing so fast that the computers may have a hard time tracking me!! :)
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
I am feeling like a primadonna.
I need to get my butt of the couch and go train. according to the plan, I need to get out there and run 18 miles.
Tomorrow I need to bike 6 hrs.
Its hot. I don't want to run in the heat.
Its late. If I run now I wont be done until the evening which will bleed into my bike at 4 am.
I want to go out tonight for 'date night'.
and, and and....
wah wah wah!
Do you feel sympathy for me yet? Or are you as tired of the excuses as I am?
Monday, May 17, 2010
The bad news is that I barely eeked it out! It wasn’t quiet up to last year’s performance (but just barely).
The ugly news is that I still have a lot of work to do before CDA. I need to work on something (read: EVERYTHING).
The number breakdown:
Right off the bat, I can see that I improved on something’s over last year but regressed on others.
The day started off anticlimactic. This was my first Rage that I planned on being alone the entire time. Usually the Mrs. comes out to cheer me on, but this year her schedule was full and she couldn’t get away. This was OK as I always feel so bad for dragging my family out to sit in the hot sun for 6-7 hours waiting for me to show up so that I can say “thanks” and then go to bed! Anyway, I started the morning off trying to make sure that I was on time for everything (and not still on the shore daydreaming when the swim starts like last time!). Of course, I failed miserably, and showed up to transition way later than I planned on. But in the end it worked out OK and I made it to the shore in time to see JT and Coach Jackie.
The swim started and I felt good and smooth, not fast but not awkward, which is a good thing because I had only had 1 or 2 OWS prior to the race. I was never able to latch on a set of feet but it didn’t seem to matter. I felt all alone out there on the water and had to remind myself to keep pushing the pace and not relax into a mindless pace. Either I took a really wide line or the women’s’ 70.3 start was delayed because I wasn’t passed by any women until almost the final 3rd of the swim. Just after that we joined in with the sprint people and I lost a lot time to beginner swimmers who were struggling out there. I had set my Garmin to yell at me if my paced dropped below a certain level and prior to joining the sprint, my watch had only gone off once (which is good!). Once we joined the sprint, it went off probably 5 times. This means to me that I slowed down a lot for the final part of the swim.
Still even with all the jumble of the sprint, I was out of the water and onto the shore by 39:xx. I think this a PR for me, but right after there is a long climb to Transition. It took me 2 minutes of running just to get to the timing mats! Along the way, I passed Stef, who was out cheering people on. As I passed her, I said the same thing I always seem to say “God, I am so tired!” I don’t know what it is but it seems that every time I see Stef, I am exhausted.
After T1, it was onto the bike.
The whole week leading up to Rage, I was feeling apprehensive. I have been doing a lot less training that last year and I just didn’t feel like my bike was up to the same par. Plus this year I didn’t have JohnnyTri out on the course chasing me down and pushing me forward.
I had talked to coach about my race plan and we agreed that I should just goes as hard as I could on the swim and bike and screw the run. I know I can run that far so what if I had no legs. It sounded great on paper, but unfortunately, my body just wasn’t following the plan. I just never could maintain that feeling of anguish on the bike that tells you that you are working it. Instead, my body fell back on getting through the mileage and keeping the pace nice and easy.
By the time I hit the halfway point I already knew that this was going to be slower than last year, but I was secretly hoping that my body was planning on a negative split. Actually, I did negatively split, but not enough. I was able to pass about 5-10 people on the way back, and most of that was on the hills as I think the heat and hills were starting to wear everyone else down.
I was even able to save a racer. She was having trouble getting water from the aid station people and kept dropping the water. I watched her as she (now gun shy) moved from the far outside of the road to the middle and then finally almost all the way across the street trying to get away/maintain a safe distance from the water boys. Predictably, they didn’t pass off the bottle well and it dropped and rolled away. Luckily I had a spare bottle on me and as I rode passed her, I handed it off to her. I am sure that I FREAKED her out giving her a bottle while I rode passed her but she was able to maintain a straight line and nobody crashed! I felt like a stud!
Onto the run, which started off pathetic. I have been working on progressive run (making every mile slightly faster than the last). I figured I would start it off slow and finish with blazing speed. But the second I hit the hill (and the first 4 miles is one big uphill climb), I knew I was in trouble.
I couldn’t maintain any sort of a run pace for more than 15-30 seconds and I was forced to walk almost the entire first 4 miles. It was during this time, that I saw the first and second women coming in. I got to see Hillary Biscay as she ran passed on her way to a strong second place finish!
I didn’t start to feel better and actually feel like I could run until trail evened out and joined up with the 6 tunnel path. Here it is all level and flat and hard crushed dirt. It was also about this time that I was surprised to be joined by the Mrs.! She was able to get her schedule cleared and decided to come out and join me for the final part of the run, plus she was able to get in her workout too!
She ran with me for a few miles and then waited for me to go to the turn around point and I would rejoin her. It was great having her there! It was such an uplifting moment to see her out there. I was glad she hadn’t joined me a few miles earlier as I was down in the dumps and would have been poor company, but I was so glad to have her then.
She ran with me all the way to the final mile. From there I was feeling good enough to (finally) put some speed on and blazed through the last mile, passing about 5 runners in the process. Of course it helps that it was mostly downhill, but I will take whatever I can get!
Now that the race is done, I have time to consider what went wrong and what went right. My swim seems to be going good, I need to work on OWS and on maintaining speed over long distance. The run needs some work. I need to do more hills and more bricks. Mainly, I see the most room for improvement on the bike. I really got work on speed. This year was one mile per hour slower than last year and made a big difference. If I had been able to maintain the same speed as last year, I would have had bettered my Rage time by 14 minutes.
Before the season started for me, my goal was to work on speed and then work on distance. Somewhere down the path, I got lost and now I need to improve by my speed and my endurance at the same time.
And I better hurry up too! Not much time left!
Monday, May 3, 2010
All this Ironman training is starting to hit me. Am I faster? No! Am I stronger? No (but maybe stronger smelling)!
But I sure am hungrier!
In traditional Formulaic style, I am WAY behind on my race reports and I think I will actually get one out soon, but in the mean time lets do the numbers:
Distance: 17408 (10.88 miles)
This is better and worse than last month.
Both the swim and the run are slightly lower than last month, but the bike is 31% higher! So overall, I am 17% higher this month than last month.
I only have 8 weeks until IMCDA, so it’s about time to ratcheting it down and begin hell month!
For the next month and half, I am thinking lots of bike, lots of run and lots of swim over and over again!
Originally, I started the year, thinking that I would go fast and later, about now, I would start working on distance. Somehow I screwed up my training plan and forgot to work on speed on the bike so now I am forced to work on speed and distance all at once.
Hence the 'hungry as a horse'!
I’m looking forward to the end of this training cycle so I can get back to a normal life.
Anyone know what that looks like? What is normal nowadays?
Monday, April 5, 2010
Saturday went way too fast and before I knew it, it was already evening and I still had a 12 mile run to get in.
I don’t know what possessed me, but I convinced the Mrs. to pop a squat on the floor and put in Dexter as I toiled away on the treadmill.
I was originally terrified about the prospect of running so long on the dreadmill. My previous longest distance was 10 miles and by mile 8 it was a non-stop struggle! However, once I started up, I quickly found out that the distraction of blood and intrigue from Dexter coupled with the pleasant company of the Mrs. made the miles fly by.
Before I knew it, I was nearing mile 12 and was feeling great! In fact I was feeling so good, I decided to go for the whole enchilada and shoot for a half marathon.
129 minutes later (the treadmill actually counted to 99:59 and then reset to 0:01), I was done. With a new PR for a half marathon distance!
Afterwards, I stretched and ate and relaxed. I quickly hit the protein shake but being as it was already 10pm, I didn’t hit the ice bath and instead put my feet up and crashed for the night.
The next morning I had a 70 mile bike ride planned and decided (it being Easter and all), that I wouldn’t leave first thing in the morning but I would wait until midmorning.
I should have known better. It always seems that if I don’t get out of the house by dawn, my long bike is ruined. Life comes at you fast and there is no stopping it, especially on a holiday. As it was I barely managed to get a 38 mile ride in. By then the wind had picked up and I was struggling just to maintain 10 mph.
After 3 hours I called it and headed home for fresh turkey and mashed potatoes (Gotta love holidays!!). Even though I was only out there for a little while, I felt wiped out. Any plans I had of coming home and finishing the ride on the trainer was out.
I was exhausted.
Some days you got it - some days you don’t
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
But now I am supposed to run 6 miles at tempo!!
How do I get myself into these type of scenarios?
What would you do? Go out and bang out the miles and suffer (read: die) through them? Or wait until early the next day (get that early morning exercise in to stimulate that metabolism)?
Of course you could just wait an hour or two, but by then it'll be too late and I'll be jonesing for my pillow.
Friday, March 19, 2010
I mean I never was fast but at least I could hang, but ever since I got back into the pool this season, it has been horrible.
I am talking 30 seconds slower than last year!
That’s enough time to eat a sandwich, make a phone call and take a (quick) nap.
I don’t know what the hell is going on. But I am starting to freak out.
At first I tried to write it off. Maybe its just because I haven’t swam in a while. I’ll get the mojo back soon…..sooon….um…mojo?
Today was no better. In fact if anything it was worse! How can you get worse! I don’t know but I found a way. After 800 I was ready to call it a day. I still had 1200 to go!
By the end I was 10 seconds slower than I started at. And I started 10 seconds slower than my 30 seconds.
So let’s recap shall we:
30 seconds slower
10 seconds slower
10 seconds slower
I might as well walk!
HOLY CRAP! I suck!
Thursday, March 18, 2010
As I sit there on the bed watching my blood flow through the tube, I wonder
"will they throw away my blood because I am slightly sick?"
More importantly, could I get some one sick from my blood (I'm talking cold not some bad disease - you sicko!)?"
And finally most importantly, "Can I get sick from someone giving me blood (in case I need a blood transfusion)?"
I am almost certain that question 2&3 are no. But does that mean that 1 is true? Or does the cold virus not hang out in the blood?
Does anyone out there know how they filter the blood?
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
It’s the start of a new month and, knowing that I am a numbers nut, it’s time to look at the numbers.
Let me just warn you: It ain’t pretty!
February 2010 Totals:
10 Swim – 15650 yd – 06:54:24 (9.78 miles)
12 Bike – 241.60 – 15:22:35
9 Run – 37.90 – 06:16:55
Compared to Last Month:
January 2010 Totals:
3 swim – 3000 yd – 1:58:42 (1.88 miles)
5 Bike – 82.3 – 5:17:52
6 Run – 111.0 – 23:05:28
On the surface it looks good. All my numbers look good (except the run, but that includes a 50 miler race too). So what is the problem?
If you look at last years totals at this time, it looks bad!
February 2009 Totals:
9 Swim – 16000 yd – 11:25:00 (10.00 miles)
14 Bike – 466.0 – 35:20:50
13 Run – 78.40 – 13:39:26
January 2009 Totals:
5 swim – 8150 yd – 6:35:00 (1.88 miles)
6 Bike – 159.4 – 11:30:20
13 Run – 74.3 – 13:26:05
My last year’s numbers look way better!
Not that this means anything except I am do a repeat of last years events.
Last year I did Rage and then IMCDA this is I am doing the same.
Yep, I said that I am doing IMCDA again!
I feel the need for redemption. I know that my performance there could have been a lot better. One problem here…so far my training times are sub-par, meaning that redemption could be hard.
For the past two years, it’s been all me-all the time. And while I think that has worked out OK, it didn’t go great. Now that I have more responsibilities in my life, I have even less time to train.
I need to get faster and stronger on less time and less training. I need a solution.
With that in mind I have buckled down and decided that maybe it’s time to look at a coach.
While I am excited to be training under someone, I am sad to say goodbye to the title “Self-coached”.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
After the 50 miler, I have had no motivation to get back into it.
I am blaming it on the weather and how the cold makes you feel like doing nothing. Combined with the darkness of the morning and I am shut down and can’t even crawl out of bed. Most times I barely even make it out the door in time for work so working out is completely out!
The problem is that I know that I should be hitting it hard. I got a half iron coming up in April and I think it’s early April! That doesn’t give me much time to get my butt in gear.
The quick brown fox is JohnnyTri. After his last fake “I’m struggling with the running”, he has been going gangbusters out there. Every weekend he is hitting the trails for marathon+ runs. On top of that he is coaching a tri-team! Add it all up and it makes me feel like the lazy dog my workout planner says I am!
Here’s hoping that the bug bites me soon!
*Title: The sentence includes every letter in the alphabet, I think I heard of it from typing class and fell in love with it. It is compact and complete. Completely the opposite of me! (especially if I keep eating like this!)
Thursday, January 28, 2010
This whole time I have been worried that I would be losing my training fitness. Slower on the bike; slower on the swim (as if that was possible); slower on the run.
It turns out I should have been worried about losing the fitness in my butt!
I mean…my butt is sore…
I mean…It hurts to sit down…
I have saddle sores….
OK. I mean that I seem to have lost my endurance to sit on the bike for prolonged periods of time!
By sit, I don’t just mean sit, but ride! As in ride my bike!
By prolonged, I mean more that 10 seconds.
I remember being able to ride 8+ hours without complaint. Now I ride for more than 2 minutes and I am squirming around in the saddle.
Screw losing my athletic fitness, I should have worried about becoming a tender piece of tail/Butt Buster/A Butt Bruiser/A Nice ride/A pair of nice pants
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
NOPE! Not even close.
Instead I find myself lining up on the start line for the Phoenix (Arizona) Rock and Roll marathon.
Just to add insult to injury, I have strapped on my feet a brand new pair of shoes that I have worn exactly zero miles! My last pair of shoes got me through all my training and my ultra and were pushing 550 miles. So I decided that it was time to retire them. Besides I had gotten these shoes on a great deal at a local tri-store going out of business sale. Great deal for me but bad for the company and the tri-community as a whole.
JohnnyTri and I start the race running stride for stride. This is a training run for him on his way to his second 50 later in the year and for me this is a test to see if I can survive.
Everything is good until mile 3, when we meet up with the Mrs. and JT’s girl. Around this time, we lose contact with a TNT member from Las Vegas, Ester. This is her first marathon and she had decided to run along with us. However, at this point she was gone and we never caught her again.
With only JT and me to keep ourselves entertained, we start examining the run gate of other runners. JT also manages to tease the any Viking fans about the Dallas game (unbeknownst to us- Dallas would get KILLED!!). I realize that JT could be the only person in the history of running that creates an angry mob! My hope is that this will help us run faster!
By mile 15, all teasing and critiquing of others has stopped. There are no words. Each of us is in our own private hell. The 50 miler is starting to wear on me and my feet are starting to get sore. It is about this time that the crowds also are tired of the run and start to dissipate. All the cheerleaders are barely there and the bands are taking breaks. How come it always seems that way? Right when you need the bands the most they shut down?
As we reach the home stretch, it’s pure determination pushing us though. I’ve gone this far and I am not going to quit now! Are only salvation is the walk breaks we take, which lead to the inevitable struggle: Walking feels so good, but it’ll take forever; the run is going to hurt, but if I can just hurry it up it’ll all be done soon!
Once the finish line is in sight, I find the Mrs. and pick up my 7 year old niece from out of the crowd and she runs into the finish line with me. JT makes a mad dash and beats me to the finish line, but I get him back by monopolizing his finish video!
Next up? Hopefully a whole of speed training! I’ll keep you posted.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
It got me thinking that maybe just maybe I could do a 50 miler. I mean if you look at the bike mile to run mile equation it reads something like every 3 miles on the bike equals 1 mile on the run. I like to make it more conservative and go for 4 miles per 1 mile. But either way:
112 miles on bike = 28 miles
28 miles + 26 miles = 54 miles
In theory, I have already done an ultra! At least in theory!!
My next step was to find an ultra that fit my needs. I don’t want any of the trails or impossible heights that Baboo and JohnnyTri thrive on (I mean, how many roots can I fall over before I call it quits?) and I didn’t want to travel far. I really don’t want to spend a lot of money (travel +race fee) if I am not really sure that I am actually going to do the event.
As luck would have it, there was a local Ultra here in Las Vegas put on by Calico Racing.
Secretly, I began my training. I say secretly, because I didn’t tell ANYONE! Not Baboo, not JohnnyTri not even the Mrs! There is something about committing to 50 miles that equals crazy! I mean training for a marathon is no biggie; lots of people do marathons but only ‘those’ people do ultras! I wasn’t sure that I was ready to become one of ‘those’ people. By not telling anyone I was training for it, I didn’t have to commit myself one way or another. I was avoiding the craziness!
Training for an Ultra is surprisingly easy. I don’t know why I say surprisingly. Everyone says it’s easy. It doesn’t take nearly as much time as training for an Ironman, you only run a few days a week, so you have more downtime (family time) and most of your training during the week is not too long so it can happen without interfering with your ‘normal’ life. The weekends and the midweek run were the only long training sessions. I found just like IM training, I could do it either really early or really late. Actually, because it was only running and not bike or swimming, I could do it anytime I wanted to. Midnight? No problem! When you wrap the holidays (and the time off) and the year end ‘use-it-or-lose-it’ vacation leave my company has, I was able to get runs without too much issue and the late night runs still allowed lots of recovery.
Before I knew it was packet pickup day.
I still hadn’t registered for the race and up until now still hadn’t truly committed. OK, so perhaps I was committed but I hadn’t admitted it to myself yet. Now I really had to do it! Sign up!
I have to admit that I actually had gotten to the point where the runs didn’t seem all that bad. 13 miles? No problem. 21 miles? Sure, let me grab a bottle of water. In fact I had gotten so used to the training that I rarely even brought food or water if the distance was less than 13. Less than 15 wasn’t even worth a recovery drink! So, I guess after all this training I was committed. I would have been pissed off if I did all this training for nothing!
After packet pickup, I finally told the Mrs. Or more precisely she figured it out before I could tell her. Understandably she didn’t appreciate about being kept in the dark the whole time! Oops! Now that the cat was out of the bag, I felt much better. Keeping this whole thing a secret was wearing on me.
Come race day I felt completely calm. Too calm actually! The race starts just before daylight and I stayed in the car until it was go time to stay warm. Unfortunately, I stayed a little too late and the race started while I was walking up to the start line!
CRAP!! I quickly ditched my warm-up clothes and took off. I didn’t even have time to put on my timing chip (Although I should have done it the day before), so as I ran over the timing mats, I just swiped it over them, like a credit card!
Almost two minutes behind the group. Well that takes care of getting caught up in the group and going out too fast. Instead I was the guy at the very back. Normally that would mean bad things but instead I felt no pressure and looked forward to passing the people in front of me.
Nowhere to go but up!
I don’t know if I had mentioned this before, but I hate taper! I know that in theory it makes sense and it allows my body to heal up and recover but it always seems like I do best when I am taperless or at the very most only a few days taper. In this case, I settled on a week.
During that week, I went swimming a few times, hit the spa, and just generally relaxed. Whilst relaxing, I became aware of my feet and how banged up they were. I set about restoring them. A lot of lotion, a few sessions with the pumas stone and my feet were able to lose most of the ugly calluses and rough spots. NEWS FLASH!! You NEED those calluses and rough spots for when you are RUNNING! They are there for a REASON!
I found that out at about mile 15. I continued to remember this lesson for the next 35 miles!
Also as a side effect of all those wonderful days relaxing, my body felt rested and recovered! This should be a good thing, except I don’t know how to run like that! I know what my body is capable of when it is tired but now I am fresh and full of vigor. How long will this last? How much do I scale it back? Am I going too fast too slow? I don’t know! I check in mentally an ensure myself that I have a few more gears left and that I am not pushing it fast. This last until about mile 15!
At mile 15, the blisters start and my energy starts to decline. By mile 19, I am tired and by mile 24 I want this to be over! This is not good. I am less than half way there and I am already toast. Hell! I am not even done with a marathon yet! UGH!
I brought along a big ass Rockstar (Think Monster energy if you don’t get Rockstar in your neck of the woods) and two 5 hour energy’s. I am carrying on of the 5 hour energy and the Rockstar and remaining 5 hour is in the drop bag.
With this race, you get to pass by your drop bag twice. Once at 19 and again at 31. Since I started to feel like crap at mile 19 and I had a back up, I popped the first 5 hour energy around mile 20. ….
Um, OK. No problem. Let’s just give it a few minutes to kick in.
DAMN! This sucks. It’s now mile 26 and I still have no energy. My butt is dragging and my feet hurt. My world is dark and grey! I secretly and publicly declare that if I see a familiar face this race is over for me.
This is precisely why I didn’t tell everyone about me running. It’s the failure factor. If no one knows that I am running it and I DNF then no one can say “he DNFed”. For all the world knows it was just a long training day. I can go cry into my pillow without anyone knowing it!
But alas, my Mrs. Knows! The RD knows! And damn it, I paid good money to suffer out here! I at least have to do as much as I do during my training runs. That means 30 -34 miles.
That goal seems unachievable right now. I am finally heading into my drop bag area. I have walked more than I have run. Despite my promise to myself to keep going, I am looking for a way out. I know there is a medic on the course. I desperately look around for the ambulance. Unfortunately, my prayers go unanswered. I am stuck out on the course. I could cry! (If only I didn’t need the salt and the water).
At the drop bag area, I instantly slam my Rockstar (I had let it go flat before) and exchange my 5 hour energies. I scarf a few more food items and begrudgingly head off. This time I know that my Rockstar won’t fail me and thankfully I only have to wait another 10 minutes before I began to feel a new life being breathed into me.
Coincidentally, it is also at this time that I set the Garmin for 4x1 repeats (4 run 1 walk). Having a predetermined time to run and a whole minute to recover is a life saver. Having the calories and the caffeine from the Rockstar is a life saver. I am not sure what it is that got me moving again but I am ever so thankful!!
Even with all this new life, I don’t allow myself to even believe that I can last until I hit Lakeshore road and am finally out of Northshore Hell. By now I only have 10 miles left and there is light at the end of the tunnel. I have 4 hours left to finish. I could walk 10 miles in 4 hours! At this time I am flying high! I am almost detached from myself. I am once again glad that my Mrs. is not here. If I had seen her or my son I think I would have broken down in tears! I am high on caffeine!
The Rockstar high lasted until about mile 44. By then I started to feel tired and lethargic again. I still had the 5 hour energy. Last time I had split it up into two doses, thinking that I would save it for a few miles apart. Not this time, I downed the whole thing all at once.
Damn! I hate the 5 hour energies! They may work at office life but they don’t do crap for endurance training!
The last 6 miles are all up to me. I know that I can make it but I still have to fight for every inch. At about this time I become friends with another guy who is doing his first 50. He is an older guy but very friendly. He has been chasing me for quite some time now and finally I can’t hold him back any longer and he caught up to me. We exchanged pleasantries and then he takes the lead. Unfortunately for him, he is now the leader and feels the pressure of me behind him. I start to match his pace and he naturally picks up his pace (probably without even being aware of it). At this point in our lives we are exhausted and even the slightest increase in our pace wears on us quickly and predictably it is only a matter of minutes before he is walking. As I pass him, he teases me and states that he is an old man (he’s probably only 43-ish) and I should be blowing past him.
I take a minute to think about his comments and decided to let my body feel the speed (that is a relative term here). I slowly let off the brakes and let my body unfurl and to my amazement it responsed! It is thrilled to not be forced to go slow. I start to pick up the pace and before I know it I am out of sight of my friend. I am only two miles away from the finish line and I decide to go for it. To hell with the 4x1 and to hell with the consequences. I want to be done with this race and I want it done now.
My legs are turning over and with each step I feel the throb of my new blisters but it doesn’t stop me. I feel the ache in my hip flexor and the tightness of my calves but it doesn’t stop me. Just ahead is another racer and I think that if I keep it up I can pass him before the finish line (which I feel rather guilty about). Amazingly my body responses and I dig a little bit deeper and fly past the racer. It is just me and the finish line. I can see it and I’ll be damned if I give up before I hit the timing mat.
I fly through the finish line and realize that I have done it! I have done the impossible! I have become one of ‘those’ people!