Depression

I suppose I should be happy that spring time is finally upon us and warm weather and sunny days appear to be dawning. However, it this during this time of year that I feel the most depressed. Something about the smell in the air and the angle of the sun connects to unpleasant memories long suppressed. Of course, I could just be suffering taper blahs.

Now that I am tapering, I can’t even bury myself in long training sessions to work out the inner demons that plague me during my down moments. I should be very happy right now. My training went well, I feel confident, my wife is showing support for my efforts and my children love their daddy very much. I have no reason to be depressed, but depression is unreasonable.

Fortunately, the weather looks awful for tomorrow and nothing brightens my spirits more than a cold miserable day. That is beast-like weather. Beasts like harsh conditions. Flowers blooming on an open meadow during the springtime thaw are nauseating. I like extremes. Give me the harshness of winter or the brutal heat and glaring sun of summer. I love to suffer and I want the proper conditions to maximize my pleasure.

I’ve been reading some of the discussion threads about the swim for IMAZ. It sounds dreadful, which makes it wonderful for me. Murky cold water, low visibility, and a crowded field. I love it. Bring it on, I can’t wait. I have no fear of drowning so rough swimming conditions will not intimidate me.

Sneaker Dilemma

Another successful training run. Only half marathon distance so it was relatively easy to do. At first I was concerned that I was going to poop out sometime during the first loop, as my heart rate was taking a while to rise. However, I am going to contribute the sluggish ascent to superior fitness necessitating a longer warm-up period.

Today, before I started out, I weighed myself completely naked. The reason for this was to weigh myself before and after the run to see if I am fueling and hydrating properly.

My wife went to Asphalt Green yesterday to take the nutrition seminar given by Lauren Wallack Antonucci. Since my wife is already a Registered Dietician, we felt that her taking this seminar would add to her practical knowledge of dietary requirements for endurance athletes like me. I was extremely happy she went. I am hoping she will continue to explore sports nutrition so we can have an intersection of common interests.

Armed with the information my wife learned at the seminar, we calculated carbohydrate, sodium and protein requirements that I would need for my run. Weighing myself before and after the run, would tell us whether or not I was hydrating adequately.

I came back from the run weighing 4 pounds less than when I started. I think it was safe to say that I was seriously under hydrating for a run that only lasted 1:45:00. Another thing that we determined based on the seminar was that I need to consume much more sodium during training and racing.

I am wondering if I am beginning to develop Achilles Tendonitis. I have a feeling of twinginess in my ankles. It could be the culmination of all my distance lately, or my new sneakers not agreeing with my feet or it could just be psychosomatic, but I don’t think so.

I have about 100 miles on my current pair. I am in the midst of a sneaker dilemma. My old faithful, Saucony 3D Grid Triumphs have been discontinued. I went to go get the newer model of them, but they weren’t in yet. In the meantime, I’ve been running on Saucony Trigons. They have been ok, but my ankles are letting me know they are upset about something. The new Grid Triumphs just came in yesterday. With only 13 days remaining, I don’t know if it would be wise to try to break in a new pair. I will ice and take anti-inflammatories to keep it under control. If that doesn’t work, there is always amputation and the handicapped division. I will have to discuss this with my coach Neil Cook. He always knows what to do.

Run Stats:

HR: 144/155
TiZ (155/137): A - 0:0:00, I - 1:31:33, B - 0:13:38
Calories: 1429

Tapering

I suppose you must be training for an Ironman to consider a 56 mile bike and 3 mile run a taper ride. Seeing that such a short ride wouldn’t take me much time, I left my house at the civilized hour of 6:45am. Mother Nature is reluctant to let spring weather arrive, so I was greeted with a 26 degree wind chill when I opened my door.

The cool air really didn’t bother me and I started off with an easy spin. I felt really good on my bike, making me feel somewhat justified for spending the money on a bike fit earlier in the week. I was a lot more comfortable and could tell I would have an easier time riding at IMAZ and would feel fresher for the run.

In a macabre sort of way, I missed the discomfit I was in from my previous fit. The aches and pains I would get from riding were a sort of penance for spending time away from my family. The sore shoulders, saddle soreness and GI discomfit I would often have after a long ride were my own version of a horse hair shirt over flogged flesh.

Now that I am comfortable on the bike and managed to get my GI problems under control, I will be in optimal condition to have my best possible race at IMAZ. Look out Kona here I come.

ST caught up with me at about 40 miles into my ride. We began our usual shucking and jiving and bantering about topics ranging from Tri bike gear to childhood stories. It made the time go by quickly. At one point we got to talking about how I think I will do at IMAZ. I started putting forth my best guess estimates for each leg of the race. I figure if I can do a 1:04 swim (likely), average 19.5 mph for the bike (possible), and run 8:00/mile (wildcard) with 7 minutes for each transition, I could do the race in 10:33:00.

ST I think was a bit skeptical of that possibility and I will be the first to admit that I really have no idea whether or not I can do those paces. In the end, my finish time will be what it will be. I will keep to my plan and run within the appropriate exertion levels for each leg of the race. Only then will I know what paces I can sustain.

Workout Stats:

Total Time: 3:37:00
Ride Time: 3:03:43
Ride Distance: 56
Run Time: 0:26:09
Run Distance: 3.0
HR: 136/157
TIZ2(130/148): A – 0:12:18, I - 2:51:19, B – 0:33:21
Calories: 2671

ST goes to meet the Beast. Isn't he a beauty?

Bike Fit

This week I had an appointment with a Bike Fit specialist. This is someone who specializes in fitting a person properly to their bicycle for optimum power and comfort. The entire process took well over 2 hours. I was interviewed, measured, checked for flexibility and asked to spin on my bike many times as my positioning was adjusted. Evidently, a huge demand for this service exists, as I had made my appointment three weeks ago.

The bike fit and changes of equipment to optimize my positioning cost me a small fortune; money I can ill afford. I am throwing away my children’s college education to pursue a dream of suffering along the Kona Lava fields. That is just one more negative thought to battle out of my brain when I am training or racing. I will just tell myself that I am teaching my children the lesson that it is ok to pursue your dreams.

My fit was Wednesday night, the same evening that Mother Nature decided to throw a little spring time snow and sleet storm. That was aggravating as I knew the roads would be terrible in the morning and I wouldn’t be able to get outside to ride the bike with the adjusted fit in the morning. However, I did ride it to 86th and Lexington to catch the subway.

I must have made quite a site. I was wearing my overcoat that I wear to the office, with a large gym bag slung over one shoulder and my helmet and shoes slung in another bag over the other. It wasn’t so bad though as the wind practically blew me all the way to the station. I was glad to get my bike home and in one piece. Riding in such conditions reminded me of when I was a kid and would sneak out of my house on snowy winter nights to go ride my bike. If you have never done it, you should. It is quite a thrill. There is something about riding in a nighttime snowstorm that makes me feel so good. If I didn’t have my bags I would have road all the way home.

This weekend my ride and run are finally shorter. I only have 56 miles on the bike scheduled. I wasn’t sure if this should be a Brick workout, so I called Neil Cook, my coach to clarify it. We got into a discussion about how I was feeling and talked about the days leading up to IMAZ. We ended the conversation with him telling me to get some rest. That is a good idea. I am going to bed now.

Groundhog Day

Today’s workout can best be described as a groundhog day. I did the same distance swim in the same lane in about the same amount of time as Tuesday. My run, like Tuesday’s, was on the same treadmill, for the same distance and also in about the same amount of time.

Just like in the movie, I was slightly better than the previous day. Practice makes perfect is the common wisdom regarding such improvements. I am sure I made the usual spectacle of myself while running the treadmill. I can often be heard yelling to myself to “come on!” while I am running. I do that to get the evil thoughts out of my mind and encourage myself to move forward like a brutal drill instructor.

I love the drill instructor inside my mind. I love how that disembodied voice forces me to move on when I feel my body starting to slack. It won’t let me. I am completely conscience of my yelling, but a disassociated part of my brain is breaking free and compelling me to carry on. I am sure I appear insane to others on the gym floor, but I don’t give one rat’s ass.

Fifteen days are remaining until IMAZ. I am following my coach’s workouts exactly as prescribed. I am trained this mid-week at IM paces for moderate distances – 24M bikes (Tue. & Thu.), 4500 Yd Swim and 8M run (Wed. & Fri.) They were relatively easy to do, but I do feel slightly drained right now. Possibly I needed to get a little more sleep and eat some more. In any event I am ready. No pains or injuries. I feel like a race car getting primed to move.

Ground Hog Comparison:

Wednesday:
Swim: 4500 in 1:14:26 (16:18, 16:30, 16:38, 16:31, and 8:27)
Run: 8 in 1:02:00, HR 158/166

Friday:
Swim: 4500 in 1:15:27 (16:53, 16:44, 16:01, 16:02, and 8:43)
Run: 8 in 1:01:47, HR 159/170

Stroke Deficiences - A Pissing Match

Reader Note: The following is an email conversation (thread) between Beast and ST. It is in reverse chronological order.

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From: Beast
Sent: Mar 22, 2005 5:28 PMTo: ST
Subject: Re: Read

Yes, retiring afer Oct. I will have accomplished all that I set out to do.I will move onto more extreme events, like the Manhattan Island Maranthon swim and the Straight of Gibraltar swim. Events you are way too chicken to do; despite your supposed superior swimming ability.

Beast

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Date: Tue, 22 Mar 2005 5:09 PM
From: ST
To: Beast


Thanks for making me laugh.

Aren't you retiring from IM in October?I'll be doing IM for as long as my muscular body can take it.

Maybe you can come up to LP one year and be my waterboy, Beast.

Running tomorrow?

ST

-----Original Message-----

From: Beast
Sent: Mar 22, 2005 4:59 PM
To: ST
Subject: Re: Read

It is sad how you dwell on the past. You walk slowly along the tracks of your life thinking that past results are indicative of future performance. You are so preoccupied with it, that you do not hear the freight train barreling down the line to crush you.

I pity you. I can see you years from now. Sitting on your Lay z Boy, stomach protruding over your pants, hand safely tucked in below your belt line scratching yourself, watching the Ironman on TV and thinking to yourself in your old man voice - "yeah, I remember in the day when I beat that beasty boy in the swim. Too bad I wasn't good enough so I could have at least come close to matching his overall time".

I'll have my Kona memories.

I am the BEAST.

-----Original Message-----

From: ST
Sent: Mar 22, 2005 2:55 PM
To: Beast
Subject: Read

Read the results from last year’s IMLP!

-----Original Message-----

From: Beast
Sent: Mar 22, 2005 2:55 PM
To: ST
Subject: Re: Amazing

The Truth Shall Set You Free. Come the conclusion of IMLP, you will be free to prostrate yourself before me and beg forgiveness.I acknowledge the truth of my swimming deficiencies and from the knowledge comes power.

I will improve my stroke to make myself the most efficient swimmer I can be.I do not swallow that spoonful of jism you so often try to serve. The swim is the prolog, the warmup before the main event.

Your 50M ride is barely a warmup for me. I do 50M before the sun dares to peek over the horizon.

Yes, you are beefy. The Beast shall savor the taste of your beefy flesh after I slowly roast it on an Iron skewer for 10 hours in July.

Beast
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Date: Tue, 22 Mar 2005 14:30:21 -0500 (GMT-05:00)
From: ST
To: Beast
Subject: Amazing

"It is amazing how what you think you are doing is often completely different from what you are actually doing."-Beast

Think of those words the next time you think you're faster than me at ANYTHING.I did 50 miles this morning. I am Super Todd.I swim like a muscular dolphin.I run like a beefy gazelle.I bike like, well, like Super Todd

I remain,

Super Todd

ST (indoors where he belongs) 


Beast after another great race 

Stroke Deficiencies

I wish there was a magic pill I could take to make me a better swimmer. Swimming, the most technical of the triathlon disciplines, is the hardest to master. I am not a bad swimmer, nor am I particularly slow. My stroke just has some deficiencies that need to be corrected.

I’ve long suspected this fact. This is because I am just not making that quantum leap into being much faster. My swimming fitness is increasing. I am able to swim for long distances without fatiguing, but I am not getting faster.

My swimming problem was revealed this evening when I dropped in on my coaches swim clinic at Asphalt Green. It is a triathlon specific swim clinic, which focuses on proper stroke technique and strategies for dealing with mass swim starts during Triathlons. Video taping is conducted on each swimmer and an analysis is conducted on the pool deck after the swimming session. It is amazing how what you think you are doing is often completely different from what you are actually doing.

Besides not having a magic pill to make me turn me into a Spitzian swimmer, no tools are available for the individual swimmer to monitor his stroke. Cycling has computrainers, power meters, power cranks and specialized bike fit specialists, all to get you to peak cycling form. Running has shoes for every foot and it is easy to setup a video camera to view your form. In swimming, you are on your own unless you have someone chasing you down a pool lane with a video camera. Even then though, you need to somehow translate the deficiencies you see into a better stroke. This is much harder to do than running and biking.

Oh well. It is late so I will sleep on it. Maybe that will help.

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

I would be a liar if I said today’s run was easy. I had to want to get in 20 miles. I didn’t have any particular problems, but it did feel like I just rode a century a few hours earlier. This is probably because I did.

The first loop of the park went well. My HR came up nicely and I knew I would have no problems getting around it. I let it level off around 75% and settled in to what I perceived to be IM marathon pace. It was cool, cloudy and raining lightly.

For this run, I was recording elapsed time. That is, I didn’t stop my watch for when I took a break (fueling, peeing, etc.). I wanted to simulate IM running as close as possible and they don’t stop the clock when I stopped.

During my second loop I had what I will call a Forest Gump moment. I was running along the bottom of Prospect Park and the lake was just off to my left. The park was still empty and very peaceful. Peaceful that is except for a bunch of geese congregating on the land between the road and the lake. They all started to honk as I ran past them. It was like the roar of the crowds as you come into the finishing shoot. I used their ebullient cries to urge me onward. I was glad to be alone to reflect on this moment.

At some point into my third loop, around 7+ miles, I started feeling muscle fatigue. My HR was still good, but I began to wonder if I would be able to complete another 4 loops. Negative images started to flash through my mind. A tree stump that I saw reminded me of the most depressing children’s book I ever read. It is called “The Giving Tree” by Shel Silverstein. I don’t feel like depressing myself again, so I won’t write down what it’s about.

I pushed these thoughts out of my mind, focused and continued on. I took a moment to take several large mouthfuls of fuel (Heed, plus Hammer Gel and BCAA). I started to feel a bit better soon after. My thoughts turned more positive and I felt better running. I think I remember reading that athletes may start to experience a lack of motivation as fatigue sets in due to lowering levels glycogen. It is easy for me to make this connection now that I sit comfortably ensconced on a couch watching TV with my children. I must try to remember this the next time it occurs during training or racing.

I continued with my visualizations to get me through the run. I thought of “Francie” the main character from “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn”. In the book, Francie had to struggle to make it through life while living in poverty. I was very poor and struggling through life just then, albeit Carbohydrate poor.

By the time I hit more 4th loop, I started to really cruise. It was like I just started to run. The miles began to peel off and it became easy. I started visualizing what it would be like to cross the finish line at IMAZ and the accomplishment I would feel. About now I was really glad I pushed through the doubts I had earlier. There is a Latin saying Nil Sine Magno Labore – Nothing come easy without great labor. This never rang truer for me and I was glad I pushed through my earlier doubts and discomfit. I felt like an Ironman right then. I was strong, fluid and cruising. I finished this lap cleanly, without stopping. My pace was steadily increasing.

About 1/3rd of the way through the 5th lap, I started to feel some twinges in my left Achilles. I feared that I would not be able to continue on and even whether or not I should stop. It wasn’t severe, but it was definitely present. I didn’t want to risk injury so I started to monitor it closely. I was concerned though that I wouldn’t be able to balance normal concern with psychosomatic paranoia. If at anytime it became worse, I was going to err on the side of caution; discretion is the better part of valor.

Heading into the completion of my 5th lap, I was very cognizant of my stride and running form. I made sure of my foot strikes and the irritation in my Achilles subsided. I only had 2.5 miles left at this point and I was running very well.

My 6th loop was shorter than the rest, at only 2.5 miles. My HR started to inch up as I started to push it harder to the end. I suddenly felt like I had a rocket up my ass and I was blasting towards the finish line. I cruised in at a 7:30 pace.

Errata – At the one hour and 2 hour marks of the run, I took a Race Cap, an Endurolyte and a caffeine pill. Both times I felt much better in about 15 minutes.

Stats for the run:

Total Time: 2:56:15
HR: 143/166
TiZ: 0:15:15 / 2:12:34 / 0:28:29
Calories: 2365

B

Lunacy, Locusts and Laps

Today, I started my workout at exactly 3:56am. I should have started a bit earlier, considering I woke up at 2:30am. However, as I always do, I let the time between when I woke up and the time to get out the door slip away. I really must pay attention at some point to what I am doing during the time I take to get ready for training.

I supposed it can be considered extreme to start working out so early. Even my coach said that normal people just don’t do what I am doing. The director of my Triathlon club went so far as to call me a whackjob, although he says he still loves me despite his perception of my supposed lunacy. I prefer to think of myself as a dedicated dad who likes to have his cake and eat it too. And damn, does the cake taste good when you work for it like I do. I am feeling quite self satisfied right now.

Prospect Park was completely empty when I arrived. For the first time I encountered no others on the loop. I am not counting the police car that passed me on my first loop. Other than the police on that first loop, I went around the park 3 times before I saw anyone else. I was quite pleased. I’ve never been able to get out early enough to do a loop by myself and I relished the time alone.

The first couple of hours went by smoothly and quietly. I was wearing my sunglasses in preparation for the dawning sun and I had my headphones on. I was listening to some vintage heavy metal; Judas Priest, Iron Maiden, Motorhead, Ted Nugent, Anthrax, etc. The dark and the isolation from the elements as always, made my ride surreal.

A moment of angst came over me when I first started to notice the sky lightening up in the east. I knew I had a closing window of opportunity to get this workout in and the rising sun was letting me know it was starting to get late. I supposed only someone embarking on a century ride, plus a 3 mile run before 10am would consider a pre-dawn sky as getting late.

At one point during the ride, I stopped to take a bio break. It was still dark when I stopped, but by the time I finished pissing in the woods and remounted my bike it was daylight. That must have been some piss.

I noticed that after the sun started to shine that my pace picked up. I supposed the energy from the sun was being absorbed by my body, allowing me to move faster. I allowed my heart rate to pick up from around 75% to around 80%.

Sometime between 6:30-7am, a line of traffic cones appeared along the lower half of the loop. They were placed there for the soon to start Brooklyn Half Marathon. One lap there was nothing, then suddenly they appeared like a crop circle in the middle of a corn field. I toyed with the idea of rearranging them after the crew that placed them had left. I didn’t want to take the time out from my ride to fool around, so instead I used the cones to practice my bike handling skills by slaloming through them.

I also entertained myself during the ride by counting my distance/loops remaining in fractions. I would take the fraction of the number of loops/miles remaining and reduce them to smaller fractions. It was somehow comforting to think of smaller numbers such as 1/15 instead of 2/30.

I maintained even fueling by using 4 bottles of HEED mixed with ½ teaspoon of BCAA’s. I’ve decided that I am not going to use protein in my water bottles as inevitably I get GI distress when I do. I also had 1 Vegan bar and two gel flasks filled with Hammer Gel. All totaled I consumed about 1800 calories vs. an expenditure of 4651. The calories consumed were broken down as follows: 200/bottle = 800, 200 from the Vegan bar (it has 300, but I only ate 2/3), and around 8 good mouthfuls of Hammer Gel from my flasks.

Up until 70 miles, I had urinated 3 times. Each time it was plentiful and light in color. I knew I was hydrating well and my digestion was working, because I was getting hungry. However, after mile 70, I noticed that I hadn’t pissed in a while and I wasn’t feeling hungry anymore. I throttled down my effort a bit and noticed that my digestion started to function again. I was getting hungry and I had the urge to pee once again.

By this point though I was over 80 miles into my ride and the park was crowded. I decided to hold it in until I got home. The runners from the Brooklyn half marathon would be arriving soon and there was no place to go for privacy.

I was very please with how my ride was going. I felt great and wasn’t particularly fatigued. The hill did start to become more difficult when I climbed out of the saddle, but I was able to spin up it with relative ease.

Just as the cones suddenly appeared earlier in my day, the first runners started to enter Prospect Park. The lead runners were like the first few locusts descending upon the crops before the swarm. By the next time I reached the lower loop, the pack was starting to enter like a biblical plague (ok, I exaggerate).

I tried to see if I recognized any of the individual grasshoppers. I didn’t see anyone I knew and I didn’t have much of a chance to see many runners. I was now on my last lap; one shy of 2.5 dozen. I headed home to quickly transition into my sneakers.
It took my a little over 7 minutes to get back out the door. I couldn’t locate my orthotics until I ran up and down my stairs several times. At least I didn’t let my HR drop.

I only had time to run 3 miles. I finished my ride in 5:25 (elapsed time), which brought me to 9:25 by the time I got in the door. I got to see several friends while running. These included Larry, Grace and Todd - aka ST. I saw ST just after the finish line. I felt a little cheesy at this point since I ran across the finish line with all of the other runners. The Brightroom photographers took several nice pictures of me. Maybe I can find them online. I stopped for a moment to chat with ST and then ran straight for home.

I was a bit aggravated I didn’t have time to run longer. I was feeling absolutely fantastic and could have gone on much longer. However, parental duty called, so I jetted home, took a recovery drink, showered and got back out the door with the family to make it on time to a bowling birthday party in Long Island. I even bowled a couple of strikes.

This was a Beastlike workout and without a doubt the best training day I ever had. Here are the stats:

Time Started: 3:56am
Elapsed Time: 6:00:18
HR: 140/158
Ride Distance 101
Run Distance: 3.1
TiZ (155/137): A - 0:1:52, I - 4:23:51, B - 1:34:35
TiZ (148/130): A - 0:51:19, I - 4:28:47, B - 0:40:12
Calories: 4651
Laps: 2.5 dozen
Ride Time: 5:27:15
Run Time: 25:37

Beast

Hysterics

Hysterics is the word of the day. A further detailed analysis will come forth through further reading. I am going to try to make this entry quick, as I popped two sleeping pills and am likely to fall asleep at any second. I need to wake up at 3am to commence a 100 mile ride and 4M run, all in Prospect Park. That will be 31 loops in total. I have to start early, in order to make a family engagement at 11am on Long Island.

I started my run today in good form. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to run, but I was feeling good. The first hysterical moment of the day came when my old nemesis, the Roadie Cyclist, decided once again he needed to ride in the exact spot where I was running. This was a game we played last year that started when he rode into my shoulder. We’ve been enemies ever since.

So after not seeing each other in months, he decides to let the old war begin by riding up on me and calling me names. I responded by inviting him to step off his bike and say something to my face, but apparently he was disinclined to accept my offer. I let him know that he was a pussy and lacked testicles.

Rather than recant the second moment of hysterics I encountered during the day, I will let an email message I sent to my coach fill you in…..

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Via Email - 8:00am
Neil –

As I mentioned yesterday, I wasn’t able to get my swim in this morning, because my ride to the pool bailed out for today. Instead I headed to Prospect Park to do the skipping hill repeats. Let me know if you think I should try to get the swim in later today.

I cut the run a little short, only getting in a total of 7 miles. I had just completed my 5th hill repeat when my cell phone rang. It was my wife calling me, because my daughter just experienced a very traumatic event.

A large water bug/roach had crawled into the pants that she was going to wear today sometime during the night. She only discovered this after she put them on and felt something pointy and itchy against her leg. When she took them off to see what it was, she fell into hysterics. My wife felt it best that I come home to comfort her. Getting in the extra mile really wasn’t an option at that point.

This was just as well, since after my 5th repeat, I knew I was done with the hills. I did this last one in good form, but could tell I didn’t have another good one left in me. I ran home at a very comfortable pace (75% hr), that I felt I could sustain forever. I will be happy if I fall into such a rhythm when I get to the run at IMAZ.

My daughter was still crying when I returned home. It took quite a while to calm her down, and I expect further crying jags throughout the day. Hopefully, they will be minimal and gone by the time she returns from school.

My guts this morning are alright, although I still feel some after effects from yesterday. I’ve already crapped twice today (TMI?). I wasn’t sure about running when I woke up, but once I got outside, I knew I had it in me. The extra rest from yesterday must have prepared me well for today.

Here are the stats for the run:

Time: 1:07:46 (elapsed time)
HR: 146/170
Dist: 7 (or .5 Dz+1)
TiZ(155/137): A – 19:08, I – 32:06, B – 16:32
Calories: 943
Repeat HRs:
139/164 (includes warmup)
156/168
157/170
158/168
152/165
134/164 (cooldown)

C

The Scent of Spring or is it Something Else?

This morning was the first I have noticed that had a definite scent of spring in the air. It was very cold, but the smell and feel of the air was somewhat different. Spring is definitely arriving, much to my dismay. I prefer the cold to keep everyone indoors. I feel training in the harsh winter weather toughens me up and gives me a competitive advantage.

I felt very strong on my bike, which was pleasing since my workouts have been longer and more intense than usual. This is the last big week before IMAZ. I guess my body has adapted to the training and I am now peaking for the race.

While riding today I let my thoughts kind of wander between hill intervals. I kept thinking about how my good friend and Tri-buddy ST likes to rub it in my face about how much faster of a swimmer he was and will be at the next IMLP.

I find it quite interesting that he likes to do that since he must know that the swim is the least important part of an IM race when it comes to time. Bragging about his supposed superior swim speed is equivalent to him bragging about how much faster he can jerk himself off. That’s all you are doing when it comes to the swim portion of IM. An extra 5 minutes doesn’t amount to much more than a spoonful of jism. (I invite reader response – post a comment).

Here are the details of my workout as described to my coach via email:

N -

I was viciously strong on the bike today. It was a definite Beastlike effort. I decided to do an even dozen repeats instead of 10. I was feeling good and the hill is short so I figured why not.

I think you should start giving my workouts in terms of dozens; such as 1 dozen hill repeats, 1 dozen 100’s in the pool. Somehow I think that expressing in terms of dozens makes the workouts sound more manageable. For instance, would you rather run SIX miles or only ½ dozen miles? Why do 6 when all you need to do is one half? You can even use the term Bakers Dozen. This would be especially useful when you want to give an extra treat. Sort of like the extra candle on the birthday cake for good luck.

Continuing along this train of thought, I think that they should make the Ironman be 144 miles. This way we can do a gross of miles. It just sounds right, especially since to the average person the thought of doing an IM would be gross.

Here are the workout stats:

Time: 1:30:24
HR: 132/158
Dist: 24.6
TiZ: A – 16:10, I – 43:55, B – 30:19
Calories: 1064

The hill just wasn’t long enough to get my HR up to where you wanted it to be.

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Home at midday: An account of why to K by email.

K -
I am home right now. I was at work and I thought I had gas. I went to the bathroom to take a leak and pass some when I had that unmistakable feeling.

I don't know how anything could have come out of my rectum as I already took a double dip early this morning. It must have been my breakfast coming out.

There is nothing left inside me now, but I feel as though someone is exploding munitions inside my colon. Ugh.

Skip to My Loo

Yesterday’s workout consisted of skipping hill repeats. This is where you literally skip up the hill. It is a strength building exercise. I did a lot of those workouts last year, but this was my first one of this season. I never see anyone else doing them. I can’t imagine why, they are so much fun.

ST ran towards me while I was skipping on my second repeat. He tried to talk me into doing a loop with him instead of continuing up the hill. I refused to let him detour me from completing my scheduled workout. I suspect he was trying to sabotage my training to give him a leg up at this year’s IMLP.

So I did my first five skippy repeats one right after the other. It was starting to get more difficult as time wore on. By the sixth repeat I found myself standing at the bottom of the hill and staring up at it. I was taking some time to contemplate skipping up this damn thing again. It was actually quite nice outside during this time. The sun was shining from behind me, casting a nice long shadow up the hill. The wind was blowing, satisfyingly robbing me of my accumulated body heat. It was really a beautiful and peaceful early springtime scene that I am glad to take a moment to appreciate.

So after standing at the bottom of the hill for several minutes with a goofy smile I my face, I finally talked myself into skipping up it again. My sixth repeat of a scheduled 8, but I had the feeling this would be my last one. I got up the hill in good form, but my HR was not rising as high as it was supposed to. I knew I was done. I grabbing my water bottle from my stash place and ran home.



The following is my message to coach about the workout:

I did a total of 6 skipping repeats. I stopped after 6 as I could no longer get my HR to 85% much less over. My HR max over all repeats was 89%. Perhaps it was just too cold to get it over 90% (95% was just not happening). I did a very slow run home.

The duration for each repeat was approximately 4 minutes up and 4 minutes down. The distance for each repeat was .4M and I figure my total distance today was around 7.8 miles.

The butt kicks on the way down the hill really kicked my butt. I found them much more difficult than skipping.

I am not particularly sore or tired, but I do feel as though I no longer have any muscle fibers left to train. I am afraid that if I do the 8M on Friday, I will fall apart again on Sunday. Should I continue with the plan or should we cut back on the next two days to setup a strong weekend?

C

Run Stats:
Time: 1:16:15
Dist: 7.8
HR: 141/164
TiZ (155/137): A - 14:03 I - 32:15 B - 29:57 (I stopped several times to contemplate skipping back up the hill).
Calories: 998 (had I known, I would have run another 50 feet).

Conversations with QM over IM...

QM: ut?
QM: is idle at 11:06:07 AM
C: You want me?
QM: is no longer idle at 3:08:15 PM
QM: is this a come on?
C: Yes, I've turned gay
C: Men really do know how to give the best blowjobs
QM: ok i have to go now.
QM: thanks, i just puked in my trash can.
C: did I ever direct you to my "The Dead Arm" story on my blog?
QM: yes
C: ok
C: Did you puke anything you don't remember eating?
QM: i'm not having this conversation.
C: I had that happen to me the morning after my bachelor party
QM: eww
C: It wasn't so bad.
C: I found a bunch of cocaine wrapped in a condom that I puked up.
C: Sold it to some yuppie scum later on in the casino and made out with lots of dough.
C: Of course, I am still watching my back for whomever may have given it to me to swallow in the first place.
QM: be thankful it didn't pop in your stomach.
C: It would have been a painfree and sudden death.
C: Unlike my marriage... a slow and painful death.
QM: hahahaha
C: I like this conversation, it is going on my Blog
C: all parties shall remain namless to protect the innocent
QM: tell Juan to stop using caucasions to smuggle drugs.
QM: or was it Escobar?
C: otp with G
QM: fun for you!
C: don't rmember
C: Scarface was so 80's
QM: What was the more recent one? Blow?
C: I think so.
C: I didn't like that one
QM: I didn't like the ending. Why couldn't he just die rich and happy? Is it really necessary to portray drug dealing as a dead end occupation?
C: I don't rmember that
C: Perhaps I didn't see it
C: now you spoiled the ending for me
C: Let me introduce you to my little friend....
QM: uhh...you said you didn't like that one...implying you saw it.
C: Ok, you can have a pass
C: I did say that
C: The blow must have affected my mind
QM: Don't make me send the Yu clan after you.
QM: I think I'll rename them the Yu Tang Clan..
C: ok
QM: signed off at 6:06:05 PM.
QM: signed on at 7:40:09 PM.
QM: signed off at 9:34:04 PM.
QM: signed on at 10:40:47 AM.
QM: signed off at 10:43:11 AM.
QM: signed on at 10:43:36 AM.
QM: signed off at 10:43:46 AM.
QM: signed on at 10:47:14 AM.
QM: let the fun begin again.
C: yup
C: at least I can sit here scratching my balls and no one will know
QM: t will
C: nah, he is too busy scratching his own to notice
C: actually, today, I am not scratching them... Too busy picking at my ass. Terrible hemmoroids lately
QM: ahhh the natural effect of gravity....
QM: bye b
C: I cried when I saw that email
QM: i am still sobbing.
C: It happened just as I accidently sat on the arm of my chair and it rammed into my asshole
C: really fucked up the hemmoroids
QM: maybe you can cap-ex a cushion
C: they are called donuts
QM: good to know.
C: I really feel like calling and hanging up continuously
QM: i dare you.
QM: can we block all emails from eb?
C: She wants to sleep with you
QM: WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THAT?????
QM: JEEZ
C: dunno
QM: I'd rather sleep with T
C: not likely. She plays on the same team we do
QM: oh...even better.
QM: she's the anchor?
C: anchor?
QM: the heavy person you put at the end of the tug of war line.
C: ah
QM: you know like battle of the network stars. remember that show?
C: yes
C: what about it?
QM: nothing, just thought of it with the anchor description.
QM: i wish we had HD tv back then.
QM: scantly clad stars in the water...
QM: what was the name of the woman from Buck Rogers?
C: dunno
QM: Erin something i think....
QM: you better tell them you aren't going on the trip
C: I did
QM: does this mean i can pass also?
C: just say that you had a vacation planned
QM: i'll tell them i am going to a eating contest.
C: pussy eating
C: ?
QM: i wish...actually nah, i'm to lazy.
C: you don't give your woman head?
QM: only when i have to
QM: hahahahahah Trend doesn't work on 2k3
C: don't tell them
QM: "this is especially important for those who don't actually research things besides virus definitions"
C: probably because she has several of her own
QM: i can't imagine where she would get it from.
QM: sticking a raid controller up her ass?
QM: dollar says the outage is more than 3hours.
QM: nooooooo
QM: fuck
C: huh?
C: I am working on my blog
C: posting our conversation from yesterday
QM: they brought up another subject.. i was hoping the meeting was over
QM: you should include your chair in your ass incident from today.
C: ok
QM: do they really think that anyone is listening?

Injury Indication

Date: Tue, 15 Mar 2005 17:09:29 -0500
From:c
To:coach
Subject: Injury Indication... [ ]

Coach –

Are hemorrhoids an indication of injury? If so, then I am injured, however it does not appear to impact my riding form.

I went outside today to do the hills. It was a bit cold, but I knew I wouldn’t get the proper workout in unless I went outside. I finished just as my water bottle started to freeze. I know you know that 4-8 minute hill climbs in Brooklyn (Manhattan for that matter) don’t exist, but I did the best I could on the Prospect Park hill. I am not sure why you schedule them, when clearly it is impossible to do given the geography.

I did 10 repeats one right after the other. I got my HR up as high as I could. I finished the ride with 2 cool down loops, plus 1 warm-up loop. However, my ride distance was short at only 22.4 miles. I hope I don’t regret missing this extra bit of training during IMAZ.

Here are the ride stats:
Time: 1:20:57
HR: 142/163
Dist: 22.4
TiZ (148/130): A - 25:03, I - 42:21, B -13:33

C

Men's Half Marathon - Race Report to Coach

Maestro Neil –

A beautiful day in this great city’s Central Park. I was feeling good and ready to run. I started out my day by walking briskly/jogging easily to CP from 72nd and Broadway to the start of the 4M on 72nd and East Drive. I ran the 4M at a moderate pace and finished the race in 31:07. HR was 150/160.

After crossing the finish at Tavern on the Green, I jauntily ran back to 72nd and East Drive for the start of the Men’s Half Marathon. It kept me warm enough so that I was still loose for the start. I did a marathon pace for the Half and finished in 1:34:44, with a HR of 164/179. The 179 max was from my sprint to end as I wanted to look good for the Brightroom Photographers and my legion of fans cheering me as I crossed the finish line.

I am really glad I did this much distance, despite the fact that I suspect you will have reservations about me doing it. While physically, you probably didn’t want me to go so far, I must tell you that today was very good mental training. It has been quite some time since I ran this far at this level of intensity. Several times during the race, I was experiencing doubts about whether I felt like going on. I told myself to hold on and to persevere, even though a small voice inside me was whispering for me to stop.

I am glad I held on. When I got past the 10 mile mark, I really started to feel good. It was like my engine finally smoothed out and I started to cruise home. When I am suffering at IMAZ next month, I will remember this day and know that I can continue.

Here are the workout stats:

4M Race
Time: 31:07
HR: 150/160
Splits: 8:01, 7:41, 7:54, 7:30
TiZ: A-7:54, I - 21:32, B-1:41

13.1M Race
Time: 1:34:44
HR: 164/179
Splits:
7:09, 7:12, 7:07, 7:14, 7:25, 7:08,
7:08, 7:17, 7:08, 7:23, 7:29, 7:15, 7:00, .42

The Hopeful Cellphone

As I sit here on my porcelain throne reflecting over my past week, I recall how I was oddly inspired by my cellphone one morning. I was in the basement locker room where I swim each morning and as I glanced at my cellphone I noticed the word “Searching….” Usually when I see my cellphone searching for a signal I am extremely frustrated. This oftentimes happens while I am out in the open and people all around me are blathering recklessly into their own phones.

However, this morning I found the “Searching…” message so hopeful. Here my phone has no chance of receiving a signal, but it continues to search for one regardless. It was as if no one was going to tell it that searching for a signal was futile and that it should just give up. This phone was going to continue to search for a signal no matter where it was and nothing was going to stop it from doing so. Such a single-mindedness of purpose! What might someone be able to accomplish if they were to be as focused on a goal such as my phone?

I have decided to keep my phone’s “Searching…” message in my thoughts as I continue my own quest towards achieving a spot at the 2005 Kona, Hawaii Ironman Championship. I am going to continue to search for my spot at this holy grail of races with my own single-mindedness, regardless of how outside factors say that this is impossible. I will be like my cellphone struggling to break through the steel, metal, concrete and glass in search for my own signal. If my cellphone can have hope of getting a signal in that basement, then I can have hope of getting my Kona spot. After all, “Nothing is Impossible.”

Falling Apart

Man did I completely fall apart today. My legs were completely dead. I hate when I start out for a run and my legs die. When this does happen, I am usually a couple of miles away from home and the weather is terrible.

Today it was 29 degrees and I was underdressed to be walking home. Fortunately, I was only about .75 miles from home when I started to walk. I just couldn't run as there was not one muscle fiber left with the strength to do so. I knew it was time to call it a day when an fat woman power walking passed me. It was quite discouraging and I was freezing cold at this point.

Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day.

From Awful to Wonderful

So what can I say about today’s workout? It started out awful as I felt really crappy. After 15 minutes though, I felt great. I probably could have done an Ironman today. I rode 86.5 miles in an elapsed time of 5:05:00. I am not sure of the ride time. I had a few bathroom breaks and cellphone breaks.

I had a 7:15 transition to the run. I ran for 4 miles in 34:50. I was scheduled for a 2-3 mile brick, but I was just feeling too good and the day was too nice to pass it up. Besides, last year I felt the thing I missed in my training was longer brick work.

I had no remarkable pain in my usual problem areas. In other words, everything felt great. The first 5 minutes of the run was a little rough, but I smoothed out soon enough. I did notice that my HR while running started to go over 85% max HR for a relatively slow pace. I am fairly certain this was because I was slightly dehydrated. I am not sure what I could have done to prevent this situation, given the winter training conditions. No water fountains and there is only so much liquid you can carry while training for just under 6 hours.

Here are the vital stats:

Total time: 5:47:05 – This is elapsed time.
HR: 139/160
TiZ1 (155/137): A – 0:09:08, I – 3:49:26, B – 1:48:31
TiZ2 (148/130): A – 1:10:04, I – 3:37:14, B – 0:49:08
Calories: 4526

Right now I am resting on my couch hoping my digestion goes well. So far so good, but I do hear some rumbling in my stomach. I ate oatmeal with honey, whey protein and soy milk. Plus I took some BCAA’s, HMB, Glutamine, multivitamin and Tissue Rejuvenator for recovery. GI discomfit is very mild right now, but then again I am not moving a muscle other than my finger muscles to type.