It Seemed Like a Great Idea at the Time

So today was supposed to be my practice run for next week’s Olympic distance triathlon. I was going to try to figure out nutrion and salt so I wouldn’t get sick on the run in the heat. On the plus side I had plenty of heat to work wtih. That was on the minus side, too.

Last night I had a mad dash to the running store to get Endurolytes because I hadn’t yet done that. I was stuck in freeway traffic and careening around corners on 2 wheels, I made it to the store with 3 minutes to spare before they locked the doors. They were out. I tried a couple of other places – no go. Great. The whole point was to see how salt improved how I felt going long in the heat. Oh well – Momo told me to try salt packets so there was always that. But then I found a bottle of Thermotabs that I had purchased in 1999. They said they were expired but what could go bad – it’s just salt. These things have 450 mg of Na and it is buffered – awesome. I put some in a little zip lock bag and put them with my stuff.

I went to a late Master’s workout on Saturday that didn’t start until 8:30 I swam 2350 yards in an hour which included kicking and drills and slack time. It was fine.

T1 took about an hour because, you know, T1 isn’t my strong suit. I took a full shower, washed my hair, drove home, talked to my daughter, filled water bottles I had forgotten to fill, talked to my daughter some more, petted the dog and apologized for not taking her for a walk, loaded up my stuff and headed out.

I ate 3 Cliff Shot Blox on the bike (Cran-Razz), drank water, pedaled…blah, blah,blah. My bike computer is totally broken for speed so I only had cadence on the bike computer and I just didn’t use my Garmin to check my speed. Every time I felt compelled to go race pace I held back – this was not a race, this was a test drive. My time was only slightly faster than Wildflower which was a bit of a bummer but we’ll call that an improvement because at Wildflower I was racing so it appears that not racing is now faster than racing so that’s good.

About 20 miles in to the ride I felt the salt on my face so I took a Thermotab. I ate a couple of Cliff Blox. I got home and T2 was much quicker – maybe 5 minutes. Part of that time was spent getting ice and putting it in my bra because by now it was HOT! (this was 12:30)

I started running. It was hot – so hot. I had a water bottle but had forgotten to bring Thermotabs. No biggie – I had a Nuun with me so I put that in the water bottle and amused myself with the way it spurted out of the rubber nipple every couple of minutes.

3/4 of a mile into this run I found some shade and stopped dead in my tracks. It was hot – so hot. I gathered up my courage and ran some more. 1 and a 1/2 miles into the run I decided that this whole thing was just stupid. There would be no aid stations every mile or 2 with cold water and ice. Forget it! I ran a 1/2 mary last weekend and I’m doing a race next weekend and I’m officially leaving racing every weekend to less sane but better trained people like Kona Shelly and IronmomJenny (who are both sane but crazy about triathlon).I called my daughter and told her where to pick me up. My run was just under 2 miles.

When she picked me up I looked at the thermometer in her car that measures the temp on the road – 110. When we got home I looked at the back yard thermometer which is in the shade – 96.

I felt vindicated. I also felt great. I didn’t even take a nap today. MIssion accomplished.

ps- Thermotabs cost $6.19/100 tabs – significantly less than all those ‘sexed up for a triathlon’ products on the market.

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What’s In YOUR Bento Box?

Mine is full of remote control devices because I need to spend time every day in my trainer because anyone who is anyone knows that in triathlon it’s all about the bike and I need to get my bike on, big time.

I have an “A” race coming up but before the “A” race is a “B” race that I almost chickened out of. The “B” race is an Olympic distance event – the Folsom International Triathlon. I can’t quite remember why I signed up but I think it’s because I felt a need to redeem my Wildflower performance. Never mind the lack of need for redemption – that’s how I feel about it and you can’t take that away from me so onward.

After I signed up, I looked at last years results for this race. I was immediately discouraged. In my age group the finishing times ranged from 2:33 to 3:20 – gulp. How was I, a person who had finished Wildflower in 4:38 going to keep from going DFL? I knew this was a flat, fast course but still – how could I knock over an hour off my time?

Then I did a Tri for Fun. I was happy with my performance but I got passed on the bike by so many people and I started to have grave, grave doubts about my ability to manage FIT and not DFL. In fact, I was totally demoralized and had visions of hitting the run with nary a soul around and coping with a pile of self loathing on top of the heat. I went so far as to send an email asking if I could just withdraw since my fee hadn’t gone through yet. They offered a race voucher for a fee of $20 and I decided to think about it. When thinking failed me I turned to the numbers. I found a triathlon pace calculator and using the numbers from the tri for fun plus some liberal padding (since it will be hot and will be longer) I came up with this:

Shablam! That is doable – very doable. If I could keep the transition times down to a total of 5 minutes then I can come in between 3:20 and 3:30 which might be last in my age group but not last of all. So I took it a step further and I did this:

Which gets me in under 3:20 and in under 3:20 = not DFL in my age group. And that makes me happy enough and confident enough that I decided not to withdraw and to just go for it.

This weekend I am going to do an Oly distance brick to see if I can manage that distance in the heat without getting totally nauseated. I’m going to test drive using Endurolytes or… (insert favorite product name here – if you have a fave please comment) Masters (swimming) isn’t until 8:30 on Saturday which means it will be good and hot by the time I get off the bike and head for the run – just what I need. I will then spend the rest of the week doing a couple of light workouts to keep my muscles loose and then it’s show time on August 12.

Guess I’ll have to replace the remote controls with some Cliff Blocks.

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What’s In YOUR Bento Box?

Mine is full of remote control devices because I need to spend time every day in my trainer because anyone who is anyone knows that in triathlon it’s all about the bike and I need to get my bike on, big time.

I have an “A” race coming up but before the “A” race is a “B” race that I almost chickened out of. The “B” race is an Olympic distance event – the Folsom International Triathlon. I can’t quite remember why I signed up but I think it’s because I felt a need to redeem my Wildflower performance. Never mind the lack of need for redemption – that’s how I feel about it and you can’t take that away from me so onward.

After I signed up, I looked at last years results for this race. I was immediately discouraged. In my age group the finishing times ranged from 2:33 to 3:20 – gulp. How was I, a person who had finished Wildflower in 4:38 going to keep from going DFL? I knew this was a flat, fast course but still – how could I knock over an hour off my time?

Then I did a Tri for Fun. I was happy with my performance but I got passed on the bike by so many people and I started to have grave, grave doubts about my ability to manage FIT and not DFL. In fact, I was totally demoralized and had visions of hitting the run with nary a soul around and coping with a pile of self loathing on top of the heat. I went so far as to send an email asking if I could just withdraw since my fee hadn’t gone through yet. They offered a race voucher for a fee of $20 and I decided to think about it. When thinking failed me I turned to the numbers. I found a triathlon pace calculator and using the numbers from the tri for fun plus some liberal padding (since it will be hot and will be longer) I came up with this:

Shablam! That is doable – very doable. If I could keep the transition times down to a total of 5 minutes then I can come in between 3:20 and 3:30 which might be last in my age group but not last of all. So I took it a step further and I did this:

Which gets me in under 3:20 and in under 3:20 = not DFL in my age group. And that makes me happy enough and confident enough that I decided not to withdraw and to just go for it.

This weekend I am going to do an Oly distance brick to see if I can manage that distance in the heat without getting totally nauseated. I’m going to test drive using Endurolytes or… (insert favorite product name here – if you have a fave please comment) Masters (swimming) isn’t until 8:30 on Saturday which means it will be good and hot by the time I get off the bike and head for the run – just what I need. I will then spend the rest of the week doing a couple of light workouts to keep my muscles loose and then it’s show time on August 12.

Guess I’ll have to replace the remote controls with some Cliff Blocks.

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Need some Help for a Friend

My friend who came to cheer for me at the SF 1/2 Marathon is about to have shoulder surgery. She is trying to prepare to live life somewhat one-handed and needs some information on certain products. I’m hoping some of you can help.

1). If you have used Yankz are you able to do them 1 handed?
2). Do you know of any sports bras that have a front closure? This person wears a “B” cup so Enell won’t work

PS – to Stronger – this friend is now signed up for a Muddy Buddy in 2008 and she is holding you responsible – you had way too much fun doing your mud run.

TIA, everyone!

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Helpful Training Hint

Today’s helpful training hint is this: If your weekly running has averaged 3 – 6 miles per week and you are doing a half marathon on Sunday, do not run 9 hard miles the Monday before. And if you can avoid it, don’t do a triathlon event the Saturday prior, either – even if it is a sprint distance.

I ran the SF half Marathon yesterday and it was not pretty. I was fine going out and even tried not to run too fast once I remembered that (okay my first mile was 9:54 but then I slowed WAY down). I did fine all through Golden Gate park, over the various hills and along the paths. I was okay coming out of the park and running through the Haight. My goal was 2:15 and at one point I caught up with the 2:20 pacer but then it seemed like we were going too fast so I fell off. I had a cramp in my side. I kept running. I watched as her pace balloons got further and further away. I walked the water stations. My legs got heavier and heavier and my knees started to hurt. I cursed my decision to wear my Sauconys even though they only had 300 miles on them.

I kept running through the ugly industrial backwaters of San Francisco just waiting and waiting for the Ball Park to show up in the distance. I know that when I see the Ball Park I’m almost done. And there it was! And then we had to veer right – drat! I kept running but now my legs were hurting like I had run a whole marathon, not a half.

I finished. I was in pain. The clock said 2:32 when I crossed but I knew I’d had a 5 minute delay to start (wave 2). Garmin said 2:26:07 but I had left it on auto pause and there had been a porta potty break in there. I was happy to be done but not happy with how I had done or how I felt.

The mind is a powerful thing. After I got home and showered and was about to take a nap I checked the official times. 2:22! Wahoo! That made no sense to me but I was elated. I wondered if the timing system had had a problem and they corrected it (yeah, sure). When I woke up I checked again – was I dreaming? Well no but then again my time no longer said 2:22 which I KNEW was wrong. It now said 2:28.42 which seemed exactly right. So then I was sad. Isn’t that absurd? Same race, same me, different number and it impacted how I felt.

Today my legs are so sore – more sore than they have been in ages. My knees are recovering so I’m pretty sure it was the shoes which are now retired. I have a new pair of Asiics to break in. I am delighted that I could go out and run 13.1 miles on nearly no training at all but I don’t recommend it. I also don’t recommend putting together some crazy, hodge podge season that has you jumping from one kind of event to another.

Next up is an Olympic distance triathlon – on August 12. I MUST work on my bike skills but I MUST NOT burn out my legs in the week before the race. That means I need to recover and train and then taper over the next 13 days and then race on the 14th day. Terrific. Good thing I did so poorly at Wildflower and that I have scheduled SOMA because this one will be a PR but will not be the Oly to end all Olys for me this year.

Sept 19th I have my “A” race which, as I mentioned once before, got much “A”-er but you’ll have to wait for the next post to find out what that means.

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Look What Followed Me Home

Kermie – what was that you said??? You are so wrong – so very wrong

For those not in the know – what Kermit said was “It’ Not That Easy Being Green”

Not only is it easy – it’s push button fun!

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Pool Party

Last Monday I needed to do a long run in preparation for my half marathon on Sunday. I didn’t want to run at all (as is almost always the case) but I also didn’t want to show up Sunday as totally unprepared as I’ve gotten used to being with these events. So I ran 9 miles. I intended for them to be slow miles but they weren’t all that slow.

When I got home I thought it might be good to stand in my not heated swimming pool thinking it would be nice and cold and that it would help my legs recover. Sadly there were 2 things wrong. First of all, it was not cold. It’s the end of July and it’s been hot and the water was probably 75 degrees. Second of all there were unwelcomed interlopers in the pool.

First I noticed this guy:

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I stared at it wondering if I had discovered a rare form of chlorine loving aquatic arachnid. It looked like it was just hanging out in the pool, chillin’ Then I noticed that it was not alone – there was another. WTF? Was it Bud Light for Spiders day at my pool? If so the other guy must have had a few too many:

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EW! Having 2 large spiders on my pool floor could only mean that there is a whole population of them nearby – like in my house. That coupled with my son finding a large black widow in his formerly filthy (now clean as a whistle) bedroom a couple weeks ago is just about enough for me to get the place tented.

Only thing is – we can’t win against our 6 and 8 legged friends. If you don’t believe me just rent The Hellstrom Chronicle and you’ll know. Bugs will rule the world some day – mark my word.

I brushed the little creeps down to the filter and went in the house for a recovery drink. It was all I could do. And I’m not just talking about recovery from my run.

On a lighter note – did you see that shot of the dog in the polka-dotted hat along the Tour de France, today? Too adorable. And how about that Casar? If ever anyone deserved to win a leg of the Tour it was him with his poor battered and bloodied hiney – ow! The person who owns the dog that caused that accident should be in jail right about now. But poor Axel Merckx *sniff sniff* Mais, c’est la vie, non?

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Eyes Wide Open

Today I read one of the saddest statements I’ve ever seen with respect to the Tour de France:

“It’s almost impossible to be at the front of the pack these days without doping,” the Montreal lawyer said.

[ the lawyer being World Anti-Doping Agency chief Dick Pound]

Where will it end? And what in the world does this mean (from the same article):

Race director Christian Prudhomme said the case showed that cycling’s drug-testing system doesn’t work.

“It’s an absolute failure of the system,” he said. “It is a system which does not defend the biggest race in the world. This is a system which can’t last.”

What is a failure of the system? Is he really suggesting that we should turn a blind eye toward doping so the show can go on? Doesn’t sound like much of a solution to me but perhaps I have the wrong interpretation and he really meant something else.

Hat’s off to Moreni for not engaging in a lot of lies and whining. If you get caught cheating please take it like an athlete. Accept the results and step aside.

Shame on him for trying to get away with doping, though. What are these guys thinking? Detection seems inevitable. I guess it all goes back to the sad statement of the day. And what a sad statement it is.

Oh how I long for the days when athletes had as much integrity as they had ambition and where the winners really were winners because they had the raw talent and the passion and the drive. Of course that pretty much pre-dates performance enhancing drugs. Those days are long gone and the last thing we need is the public shrugging their shoulders and saying doping is okay or that the result is more important than the process or that sports is just entertainment so so what? You hear that more with baseball and football but bear with me.

Athletes, like it or not , are role models. Children admire athletes and aspire to grow up to be just like them. Do we want our kids growing up to be brave enough to ingest chemicals that can harm them but that make them preternaturally strong so they can win? I’m pretty sure we don’t. And do we want our athletically inclined girls growing up aspiring to be Playboy models? I don’t think so.

Sports isn’t just sports any more. It is a cash flow engine and that cash comes right out of our pockets. I’ve never been a pro nor do I play one on TV but I’ve got to believe that the passion that puts a fire in the belly of an age group athlete is soon altered when you go pro. And for boys in high school looking to become pros in any of the big 3 sports the lures that have nothing to do with a passion for sports are already there putting stars in their eyes – the money, the fancy houses and cars, the babes.

In addition to the money there is the desire to win and the hero worship that goes with that. Athletes are by definition competitive people and if you can out compete the next guy or gal by taking EPO or getting a transfusion or using steroids the temptation to resist that has to come from the proper reward/punishment structure. Getting caught cheating has to hurt not only financially but morally and spiritually as well. That’s the part that is missing.

It is up to us to fix this problem because no one who is getting rich off the status quo is going to willingly shoot their cash cow. We need to voice our opinions. We need to demand tougher penalties for doping. We need to protest events by not buying tickets. We have to stop subscribing to magazines that turn a blind eye toward this behavior and that put hero worship ahead of laudable behavior both on and off the course. We have to demand news coverage that holds athletes who engage in criminal activity accountable for their lack of moral fiber .

If getting caught doping made you a giant loser in the public eye then maybe the risk/reward equation would favor rectitude over attitude, sweat over swagger and honesty over hubris. As it is bad behavior gets you good press and cheating costs you a few bucks and a couple of years. People forget and you move on and you are soon back in the game. As long as you win you are a hero.

Do you suppose that’s what Christian Prudhomme meant when he said we have a failed system? Do you suppose when he said “defend” he meant “protect”? I certainly hope so.

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And Fun it Was

Today I had a race. I know – I didn’t talk about it much but there it was – Tri for Fun! And so I did try for fun and it worked – fun was had. This race had its ups and it had its downs but overall I’m happy with the results and I guess since I’ve never done this distance before I PR’d. So

After the flat the other day I was nervous, particularly since at about 5:30 PM yesterday I checked my rear tire and it was flat – FLAT! I freaked out OMG! What is wrong with my bike!! I ran down to the bike store and got 2 new tires and 2 new tubes and came home and thought “No No No – you DO NOT switch tires the night before a race”. I took the rear tire off, inspected it closely and found no tears or holes so I just replaced the tube. Then I discovered that when I changed my flat on Sunday I neglected to replace the nut that holds the valve tight to the rim. I hoped that was the problem. I pumped up both tires and crossed my fingers.

As always I woke up at 4:30 wondering what the hell I was doing. I mean come on – it’s Saturday! Why in the world would I want to get up, put my bike in the car and then go subject myself to a swim. bike, run experience? I mean WHY!? I always feel that way before and event and it always takes getting to the finish to remember.

I had 2 choices to start – I could go out with the ‘competitve’ people who knew what they were doing or I could go out, 4 waves later with the women 37 and up. I fretted. I just knew – KNEW! that if I went out with the first wave I would still be out there looking for a buoy when the next wave cruised past me. I was wrong. My swim was just fine and I even passed people!! Go me!

Then the bike. Harumph. I need work on the bike. My computer was all screwed up (no doubt due to changing flats) and the speed would go from 8 mph to 15 miph to 11 to 10 to 16 – I had no idea. What I did know was that I got passed by probably every single guy in the 19- 36 age group (not to mention the ones in committed relationships) and at least 1/2 the guys from the 37 and up age group . This made me grumpy and I kind of wanted to pull a Stadler but I did my best to channel that energy into pedaling harder and going I have no idea how much faster.

And then, about 8 miles into an 11 mile ride I heard the sound I was in dread fear of – pssssffffft. Damn! But then it turned out to be a truck on the other side of the road releasing the air brakes – HUZZAH! I was still in the game.

The run was not bad. The weather was a little warm but not killer and I ran the whole thing, no problema. I got passed by a few more guys and then a few of the younger women started passing me and I hated that because I had a 15 minute head start on them – grrr.. But then the most magic thing of all happened – I passed someone! And then I passed someone else. Woo Hoo! Good thing I’m no Stadler.

Coming in on the home stretch there was a younger woman just ahead of me. I thought about kicking it and passing her and then I thought “no – I can’t” and then… and then I thought ‘HELL YES!” and I kicked it and passed her in the last 50 yards because what I really wanted, and what I got was to come in under the timer at exactly 1.25:00. Go me.

Estimated stats:

400 yd Swim + part of T1 – 8:02 (~2 min/100 yard)
Rest of T1 – ??? maybe 2:30 ?
10.34 mile -Bike – 39:30 (give or take a few seconds, it was supposed to be 11 miles) = 15.77 mph
T2 – 2:42 (really need to work on that)
3.2 mile run – 31:52 (~ 10 min/mile)

This event has no official time and no places – it’s for fun. And it was! It did, however raise some doubt in my mind about doing this Olympic distance event on August 12. I really want to focus on my “A” race on Sept 19, particularly since it just got a littler A-er. I’ll explain that in another post.

Next up – SF 1/2 Marathon next Sunday.
Then an Oly on 8/12
Then my “A” race.
I have no idea how I can train for these things but I”ll manage something.

This is what you get when you are a bad planner.

*final note – the little magnet on my rear spokes was at an angle, up away from the sensor. I fixed it.

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Harry Potter goes P0rn Star

What is up with THAT!?? I mean there’s working to change your image and there’s taking my faith in all that is good and pure and horking all over it with your Hairy Potter wanna be a p0rnstar craziness.

Haaa-rry! Haaa-rry! Haaa-rry!

Could someone please pass that guy a t-shirt?

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