No good deed goes unpunished

One of my runs for this mesocycle, is a 'swing' run. Basically it’s a butt kicking run where you run at near lactic threshold for one mile and then back it down for the next mile repeat and repeat until done.

It’s sure to get the blood pumping!

I'm already mid way into it. My blood is thumping in my ears, my breath is shallow, and sweat covers my body.

Recovery is done and it’s time to run hard again. I have my dog at my side and we are flying down the hill. Now hills are tricky. With a hill you can just relax and let gravity pull you down. But you can't so that with this. You've got to keep the HR up. Basically it translates to running even faster. I'm now flying down the hill, feeling like Bolt! At the corner is construction and I have navigated myself and a clueless run happy dog through a traffic congested 4 way stop. Add in the blackness of a dark night and we've got a cluster on our hands.

Nothing like taking the exhilaration of flying down the hill and slamming into a wall.

I'm antsy, I want to run again. I NEED to run again.

Finally I'm through the traffic and it’s time to hit the high HR again.

Ready, focus, RUN!

Step, step, step. Feel the gravel crunch beneath your feet hear the rhythmic clicking of the dogs nails. Feel the...

HONK! HONK!

Crap! I think I pissed myself!

There's a car directly behind me. Barreling down on me.

What the? I'm off the road, I'm not blocking traffic. What!

The car pulls beside me. It’s a beat up bronco. The engine is loud. The windows are manual. The paint is faded.

She's yelling something from the window but I can't understand. The passenger window is up and the engine is too loud.

I motion that I can't hear here and almost take off. But she seems adamant. She seems desperate.

The traffic is starting to back up behind her and I get the feeling that she needs help.

Crap! Woman! Can't you see I'm running? Running! Not ideally wandering around. I have a goal. I have a purpose. I can already feel the air cooling around me. My heart is slowing. I imagine I can feel the lactic acid building in my muscles.

I need to get out of here. Soon. I finally relent and pause the watch.

The lady motions to back window. It’s down. Finally I can make out her voice.

She is lost. Where is this street? I quickly give direction, but I can see that it doesn't sink in.

Hand motions. My body tells her where she needs to go (hopefully not telling her my body doesn't convey where she could go!).

Traffic has now built up behind her. She needs help turning the car around and now me and the dog are directing traffic.

She turns around and opens her door (to hear me better? Maybe the window doesn't work?). She starts to mumble her way through the apologies. She got lost. She's not from here. Her friend gave bad directions. She tries to continue on, but I don't care. I am busy. I NEED TO RUN!

I point her in the right direction. Stay around to watch her go and make sure she's going OK.

FINALLY! I can get back to running. By now my bodies cooled. My HR is relaxed. My body is done running.

I have to coax it back into it. Start slow. Build up again. Work the heart and body back into the mood.

It's not until the end of the road and about a .5 mile later that I'm back into it.

I can run again! I'm running. And running. And....running.

Where the hell is the mile marker? The watch should have alerted me by now.

I look down. Nothing. Nothing as in not turned on!

Arghhh! I forgot to turn the damn thing back on again!

The whole run since the car incident has been extra! I know I ran it but the official log won't show it. Either I end my run 'short' or I go the entire distance and go 'long'.

No good deed goes unpunished!

Ode to the trainer/Ode to the treadmill

Dear god, man!

Have you no mercy?

Does the wetness of my tears mean nothing to you?

Does sight of my blood and salt of my sweat not move you?

Nay, I say! You are a machine. You are cold, you are hard, you are steel.

You were created for a purpose and you pursue that purpose without stopping.

You are driven. You are relentless. You are near unstoppable.

I should not mock you. I should pursue your ideals. I should follow your path.

I will become driven. I will become relentless. I will become near unstoppable.

I will. Just as soon as I stop crying.

There is beauty in the desert

At least that's what they tell me.

Personally all I see is the white stripe of the road.

I'm at mile 50 and its all I can do to pedal.

There is no admiring the brown/beige of the desert. No chance of daydreaming at the crystal blue sky watching the clouds float by. I can't watch the lizard watching me.

All I can do is pedal. I have given up on looking around. I have given up on looking at the horizon. I have even given up on looking more than 4 feet in front of me. It's too much effort. Effort I can't afford to loose.

The wind is howling at me. The sun is beating me down. I am t-i--r-e-d! I've been pedaling for almost 4 hours. I am struggling up the umpteenth hill and my energy is at an all time low.

This hill alone must be a mile long and I swear it is a mile high! My speed has crept down to almost a stand still. I am struggling to maintain 4.5-5 miles per hour.

Lake mead has beaten me down. I can't stand to see another hill. My body quivers at the thought of more wind. Finally I give up. Lake Mead has beaten me. I had meant to turn at mile 57, but I relent and turn around at mile 50.

Suddenly, I don't feel the wind. I feel the exhilaration of speed. I am pedaling at 30 miles per hour with no effort. You can't even call this pedaling!

I am on top of the world. At least until I change direction and face another hill. Then it's back to a crawl again.

It's either effortless pedaling or it's a death crawl. When its effortless, I feel like I could go forever. Otherwise, I can't go another step. Time to call in the Calvary.

I compromise and head towards home. By the time I reach home I've hit 75 miles and I am struggling.

It's time to relieve the Mrs. from house duty. But I still want to get more mileage in.

What to do?

The trainer. The god forsaken trainer. The cursed devil spawn trainer.

Not that I'm biased or anything.

The last 15 miles took over 2 hours. Bike time is much lower, but I had to take a break every couple of minutes.

Maybe it was being home. Maybe it was because I was too tired. Maybe I just got wimpy. Whatever it was, I was d.o.n.e.

Finally I had to just shut up and pedal. Stop thinking and pedal. PEDAL!!

100 miles. 100.7 to be exact.

I did my first century. It was my longest ride ever and I earned every mile of it.

I am exhausted.

If I never ride the trainer again it will be too soon. I swear, I will scream if I ever have to ride it again.

Oh wait! I've got to ride it again this week. Oh great!

Good grief Charlie Brown

When will you ever learn?

It was all "worry worry worry. This person is doing this and I'm only doing this. I'm not working hard enough...blah, blah, blah".

Now look at you. You're working harder than ever.

Just one conversation with Dave Scott ends all worries about not doing enough.

No wonder they call him 'the man'.

Doing his workouts and you're guaranteed to do well on Ironman!

After a quick chit-chat we got right down to business. What are you doing now? What have you done? What do you want to do?

Get this...I told him my goals and...he didn't laugh!

Now that's a good coach!

Then he lays it out for me:
3 runs
3 bike
3 swim
Some weights

Umm...I'm not a mathlete, but that seems like there are more workouts then there are days in the week! Oh no! Double workout days!

So the freakout about not doing enough is GONE!

Thanks everyone for all nice, supportive comments. They really helped ease me back from the edge.

I don't know what the next freakout will be, but I'm sure that there's more in store for me.

Ironman here I come!

so...this is what a freak out is...hmmm

So...It's 22 weeks until IMCDA. (I like I.M.C.D.A. It's some how dehumanizing to the event. Some how all those intials blurrrr the cold hard reality)


22 weeks. That's like...um NOT a lot of time!



NEWS FLASH! I SUCK! I SUCKy suck.

Let's talk about race times. Never a good thing! Truth is, I am not the fastest boy out there (shocking!).

My run times are slow, averaging about 12 min/mile for the marathon. I am getting nice and fast (for me) on the short miles but it is not translating to long distance.

My bike times are not much better. My typical average speed is right around 14 mph. That seems to be case no matter how hard I push the pace, big ring or small ring; Hills or flat; none of it seems to matter. It always averages out to 14. If I take that speed to CDA, I'll be out there for a looong time.

I've got to find a way to get better and I've got to do it quickly.

22 weeks is not a lot of time and I need to get faster. Faster running, faster swimming and heck of a lot faster biking.

22 weeks.



No pressure.

I actually thought that I was doing good. Not Ryan good but first-timer good. If the race was today, then no way, but come D day then sure. Good to go.

But then I check out Shannon's Blog.


Umm..she's doing a double workout. E.v.e.r.y.d.a.y! That means wake up at 5. Workout. Work, Come home, Workout, sleep. Repeat and repeat and repeat!



That's not me! That's not me by even half.



So...should that be me? I mean this is my first IM. But..this ISN'T hers!



Maybe..just maybe (more than maybe), she knows something that I don't.



Not that I'm freaking out or anything but!!!!!!

This Wednesday, I start with David Scott. It looks like it'll be about 6 weeks of schedule training with a consulte at the beginning. I assume he'll send me a training schedule and then we'll have a couple e-mails during the weeks.

After that we'll start over again. For 4 months. That should take me right about into taper. Either this will be great or this will be a total flop.



Either way it'll involve some seroius training.



I can't wait. Because, I mean REALLY I need some help!



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On a side note, I found out that I can still swim! I still suck, I am still slow, but at least I found out that I can still make forward motion in the water!

We have a new swim/masters group here, and they are offering a month of stroke drills. Easy no pressure. Emphasis on technique not speed. Sounds like a great way to get back into the water.

One good thing I've noticed is that my cardio is still pretty good. Now mind you these are only drills but I actually found that I wasn't dying for breath at the end of each lap; As a matter of fact I was relaxed and calm. I didn't need to worry about breathing at all. I actually found that I could do the whole 25 without breath at all. NICE! And the best thing was that at the end I wasn't hypoxic, I actually felt fine!

That is awesome. Each 25 was breathless! Of course, this was only doing drills and it doesn't translate to hard swimming, but still it was cool.

It's was a nice first time back into the water.


OK! So to review. I have just under 6 months to become a faster runner. I need to be a heck of a lot faster biker and still have a lot of work on the swim.

Run; bike; swim.

Work your weakness!

Rock N Roll Vegas Style!

The Race Report is on its way, but in the meantime:




What’s that?

Rock and Roll?

Marathon?

Las Vegas?

OH yeah BABY!

The Las Vegas marathon is now the Rock n Roll marathon!

Rock n Roll has bought the Vegas marathon and let the good times roll.

If you love the rock n roll type of marathons with lots of live music and huge support (and who doesn’t love it?).

If you love a nice flat course (And who doesn’t?)

Then why have you not registered yet?? I mean come on! You got me, you got Las Vegas, and you know you’re gonna have a rockin good time!

What else do you need?

Borsch, you asked where do we go next? Here

I'm so far behind, I'll NEVER die!

(I wanted to steal Calyx's title)

I’m not DEAD!

I know…I SUCK! It’s been almost a month since I have reported in.

I should be slapped.

But never fear, I haven’t been eating bon bons on the couch (OK that was ALL I have done!), I actually got out there a rode the bike, ran a marathon and more!

Oddly enough, it’s all these activities that have prevented me from writing. I want to do a race report, but before that I have to write about my long bike ride, and after that I need to write about my fun run and don’t forget to write about the snow mountain and don’t forget…..

At this rate, I am so far behind that I’ll never get caught up!


So screw it!

Here I am and we start from here!